Dean shrugged out of his filthy coat after shutting the bathroom door behind him. There were splatters of motor oil and wet spots of gasoline peppered all over his clothes. He smelled like a mechanic, fresh from a twelve hour shift. But his baby was worth it. So what if he stunk worse than Bobby after eating Mexican food? At least his baby was still purring like a kitten.
He yanked his shirt off, tossing it to the floor while he heel-toed out of his boots. He ignored the mirror as he stepped over to open the glass shower stall. He started the water, letting it get hot while he took off the rest of his clothes. Dean hadn't had a shower in a few days. It wasn't his fault, though. They'd been on the road to get here – Bobby's house – the whole time.
To be honest, he had sort of been avoiding a shower. Because, whenever Dean was alone in the warm water, he liked to do things. Most men did the same stuff; like singing loudly off-key, and aiming at the drain while taking a piss...and rubbing his junk until he came. Usually, Dean didn't think twice about doing it. But that was before he taught his favorite angel about masturbation; before he had hot, dirty sex with him and enjoyed every second of it.
Dean took a deep breath of steamy air, stepping out of his pants and underwear to look down at his own dick. Yeah, he'd been avoiding a shower. Because he knew he would get the urge to jerk off, and he didn't want to do that anymore. Not when having sex with Cas was so much better. But he hadn't seen the angel in a few days; since the morning of their first and only bout of sex. Cas said he wanted to get a few things out of the way in order to spend more time with him...whatever the hell that meant. So, Dean was sort of saving himself; bottling up all his sexual dire for when Cas returned.
But it had been a few days. A few long, lonely days...
Dean shook his head, attempting to clear his clouded mind. He scraped together some confidence as he made his way into the warm, foggy stall. It was just a damn shower. All he had to do was wash his body and get the hell out. It was going to be easy...right?
Dirt and sweat began to flow down Dean's body, as the hot water carried it to the drain. So far, so good. Lust was nowhere to be found, not even a hint. Dean stepped forward and closed his eyes, allowing the water to splash over his face. It felt good to have a shower in which his only goal was to get clean. He needed to do this more often. Ready to wash his hair, Dean grabbed the tiny motel shampoo bottle and poured the small dollop of goo in his hand.
The man's steady heart rate elevated upon looking down at the shampoo in his hand. It was warm and almost clear. Aw hell, it reminded him of the pre-cum drooling from the tip of Cas's cock, the first time Dean help him jerk off. So warm and sticky, oozing eagerly from the slit...
Dean slapped the shampoo onto his head and began to feverishly scrub his hair. No, dammit. He was not going to think about that shit now. Not now. Dean stared down at the shiny metal knob in front of him, trying to clear his mind while he viciously washed his scalp. He focused on getting clean; turning around to rinse the shampoo out of his hair before grabbing the tiny bar of soap. He slowly turned back around, moving the soap in small circles against his chest as he brought his eyes back to the knob.
Dean couldn't stop the flicker of a thought that wafted through his mind. The long, metal knob looked just like a dick. A shiny, chrome dick. This notion bloomed into an even bigger thought...What if Cas's true form was chrome? Maybe his dick was shiny, and big, and as hard as metal. Dean struggled to imagine a massive thing like that sliding between his cheeks, stretching him open beyond physical limitations...
A groan escaped Dean's mouth, as he realized his hand had traveled downward to rub the soap dangerously close to his dick. He blinked, looking down to see that he was already half way to an erection.
"Son of a bitch," he sighed, loosening his fingers to let the soap slip onto the tile floor.
Dean watched the tiny bar slide with the current to the drain, where it stared up at him with smugness. He had done the most cliché of things, in the most inopportune of times. He had dropped the soap. But Cas wasn't there to stand behind him while he bent down to pick it up. Dean was suddenly done with all this bullshit. He was seeing Cas everywhere; involuntarily becoming horny over everything. If his ass wanted to get pounded, then by God, it was gonna get pounded. No more waiting.
"Cas," Dean began to pray, bracing his hand against the wet stall and glancing toward the ceiling, "I'm – I'm done. I can't wait anymore. Please, man. I know you're busy, but – Dammit, Cas, I'm so hard right now..." Dean stared down at his dick, watching it twitch as it curved toward the ceiling, "I don't know how much longer I can last."
A rustle of feathers briefly accompanied the noise of running water. An icy breeze chilled over Dean's bare back with the sound. He spun around instantly, his hard cock wobbling in front of him.
Cas was suddenly standing in the small, heated space with him. The angel was completely dressed; suit, tie and trench coat. He was gripping an angel blade tight in his hand. The whole thing was covered in blood. Even the front of his outfit, and some of his pale face, had splatters of red fluid. Dean swallowed harshly, as he noticed the dark color emphasized the blue in Cas's eyes.
They looked over each other for a brief moment; Cas appraising Dean's throbbing dick and Dean in awe of how hot Cas looked when he was covered in blood. Dean wondered who the angel had been in the middle of smiting.
"W – were you busy?" Dean almost squeaked, raising his eyes back to Cas's face.
Cas glanced at the blade in his hand before dropping it. It clanked on the wet tile, swirling blood into the mix of clear water at their feet.
"No," Cas said quickly.
Dean could tell he was holding back to be polite. Man, he had missed him so much. Cas was finally back, and looked damn good standing like a proud warrior in front of him. Dean lurched forward, wrapping his bare arms around Cas's clothed torso as he brought their mouths together. The metallic taste of blood mixed with their kiss. Oh, God, Dean had been wanting this for days...
Cas tongued him back firmly, sliding his hands up Dean's wet, bare back. Dean's hips rocked, sliding his dick against the front of the angel's clothed bulge. He thought again, about their one and only session of sex; about how good it felt to have Cas sliding in and out of him.
"Shit," Dean breathed inside Cas's mouth, "I've missed you."
The man reached between them to unzip Cas's pants. He fought with the wet fabric, tugging it open to get to the angel's growing cock. He could feel the heat from it already. Hell, it was probably drooling, too... Cas panted into Dean's mouth, their lips barely touching. Dean could tell he had been wanting it just as much.
Once Cas's dick was free, Dean paused to look down at it. It jutted out stiffly from his pants, the dark pink head glistening as water splashed between them. Dean felt an odd sexual fondness for this; being totally naked while Cas still had his clothes on. He liked being fully exposed. As long as it was with Cas.
Not wanting to waste time, Dean turned and bent over to retrieve the soap. He deliberately brushed his ass against Cas's cock, hoping to get a rise of him. It must have worked, because a low hum echoed in the stall with his action. The man quickly lubed the crack of his ass with the soap. It didn't matter what he used to get wet; just as long as Cas was able to get inside him. Dean then tossed the bar back in the floor, bracing both hands against the wall as he stuck his ass out.
"Go for it," Dean said to the angel, tossing a smirk at him over his shoulder.
Cas instantly took hold of Dean's hips, using his thumbs to spread open the man's cheeks. Dean rested his face against the wet wall and closed his eyes. Cas's cock was suddenly easing it's way inside him. He could feel every ridge of vein and every twitch of muscle making its way in. Dean's breath sort of caught in his throat at the sensation. He'd forgotten how weird it felt at first.
"Ah," Cas sighed over the rushing water, sounding relieved, "you feel so good, Dean."
Dean gulped down his arousal. If Cas kept talking like that, he was gonna finish too early.
"Stop talking. Start pounding," Dean panted.
The angel didn't need to be told twice. He began thrusting instantly, burying his cock deep inside Dean each time. Dean bit back his own moans, feeling Cas stretching his tender hole wider. Cas's tight fingers pulled Dean back onto his cock, forcing him to rock back and forth with his thrusts. Damn, Cas could be one demanding son-of-a-bitch...and that was Dean's favorite part.
Dean hummed a slight moan, as he slid a hand down to stroke his own erection. He rubbed in unison with Cas's motions, wanting to feel what the angel was feeling. Cas was steadily getting faster and harder, beginning to shove Dean more forcefully against the wall. The man pressed firmly against it with his free hand, trying to prevent his face from being slammed too hard.
"Gnah, Dean," Cas groaned, curving against the man's back.
Dean whimpered. He loved hearing Cas groan that way; with such need and arousal. He wanted to look over his shoulder and watch his face, but he wasn't flexible enough. He rubbed himself faster instead, massaging the head with every down stroke. It was so good to finally feel this again. They had both waited for far too long.
Dean could tell Cas was close. His movement was becoming erratic and violent. Dean was practically hugging the wall, trying desperately to buffer Cas's strong blows. The sting that had originally radiated from Dean's hole was dull now. The only sensation left was pleasure. Even though Cas was already about to break him in half, Dean wanted him to go harder. But before he could voice his desire -
"Ah!" Cas finally cried, giving a single fierce thrust, "Dean! Ah,...oh,..."
Dean could almost feel Cas's cock pulsing inside him. He panted harshly against the wall, his fist moving in a blur along his cock. He was nearly there, inching over the edge. He kept rocking back on Cas's dick, needing the penetration to help him reach the end.
"Cas!" Dean groaned, feeling the semen erupt from his cock, "S – Son of a – Yes!"
Dean kept stroking, feeling the hot liquid ooze down his fingers and drip from his sack with the streams of warm water. Pleasure coursed through him, clouding his mind with bliss. He felt suddenly light headed. Dean rested against the wall, panting as he let go of his dick. Sex had never been this good before. It never left him so spent and drunk with pleasure like this. But that was before being with Cas...
The angel's dick suddenly slipped out of Dean's ass, making him gasp at the feeling of its sudden absence. He struggled to stand up straight, as his back felt a little stiff from the recent contortion. He stretched before turning around to taking the sight of his angel again.
Cas was completely wet; his clothes soggy and dripping while his hair stuck to his forehead. The blood had washed away from his face, revealing his cheeks to be blushing. Dean smiled a little, watching him pant and blink repeatedly. It looked like he was still dazed from his orgasm. But, then again, how many orgasms had Cas experienced before? Maybe three?
"You gonna be alright there, Mighty Mouse?" Dean asked, glancing down at Cas's dick still protruding from his pants.
"M – Mighty...what?" Cas blinked.
Dean chuckled, reaching out to tug Cas close to him. He tongued the angel again, taking note of how wet his whole person was. Cas stepped even closer, the nudge of his shoe making the angel blade clink around on the tile. Something about the sound made Dean remember the ache of loneliness he'd felt when Cas was gone. He snaked both arms around the angel, clutching the back of his wet trench coat tight.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dean pulled back to ask, looking over Cas's wet face.
"I had a debt to repay," Cas breathed, his hand finding its way to rest on Dean's hip, "My brother helped me escape a group of demons once, and I have just returned the favor. Now, we are even. And I do not owe anything to anyone."
Dean searched the angel's eyes while he rubbed the wet fabric of his coat between his wrinkled fingers. Cas such a good guy; believing that everything needed to be fair and have a just cause. It was a nice sentiment,...and it was about time Dean had a little bit in his life.
"I've got some bad news for you," Dean pulled away to mutter.
"What is it?" Cas asked, his baby blues clouding with worry.
"Remember that one time, you burnt your hand print into my skin? And the time you stole my necklace? And all those times I had to watch you die?" Dean smirked, reaching up to ruffle the angel's wet hair, "I'd say those debts are gonna take you a while to pay back. Face it, Cas. You're gonna be staying with me for a long time."
A smile slowly spread across Cas's wet lips. His blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter, as if he'd been waiting to hear those words.
"That news is not bad at all," Cas replied.
(Author's Note: You might have asked yourself, "Where the hell did Mighty Mouse come from?" Well, don't worry. I asked myself the same thing. :) I have no idea where it came from. But it seemed to fit. That's the brilliance of Fanfiction, I guess. Words just seem to fall into place. :) I hope you liked this first chapter! The next one will be out very soon!
In case you didn't know, this story is the sequel to my fic, Solo. Feel free to check it out if you haven't already, and thanks so much for reading!)