Dean did at least bother to stop somewhere between Wisconsin and Kansas for them to get out of the car and breathe something else aside from each other's air for a bit. Four hundred miles in brooding silence wasn't exactly Sam's idea of a good time, nothing but the rumble of the Impala's engine and their breathing to accompany the massive chips on their shoulder. Typical day, Sam thought.
Sam had said exactly what he'd wanted back in that parking lot – he wasn't going to lie to Dean. At this point he had no reason to, not after the various hells, both personal and literal, that they had been through. And for Dean to bandy around the word "family" like that – family didn't keep screwing each other over like they'd done so many times. The problem was that they were so caught up in each other that it was impossible to become unstuck from each other at this point – the whole saving the world for each other thing didn't exactly just go away.
At times, Sam wished it would. It would make things easier, wished that there wasn't this feeling of half obligation, half commitment to each other that had gotten them in trouble so many times before. By the same turn, it had saved their lives, for better or worse. If Sam was being honest with himself, lately it seemed like it was the latter. The last few months felt like the time when he'd been locked in Lucifer's hallucinatory grasp, never sure of who he was, what was going on in his head – Sam was tired of being under someone else's influence without his consent. It was an old, horrible pattern that never seemed to leave him completely, a vicious cycle that had only just now started to break. Sam should have been glad for it, since Dean knew how he felt now – the idea of a clean slate was nice, even if the practice of it was something that the two of them had a hard time executing.
Deep down, Sam knew that they'd fix it, somehow. It might take a while and a lot of waiting for Dean to finally man up and just say "I'm sorry" but Sam would wait.
All the same, he wasn't about to breathe a word of that to Dean, not right now, not when things between them were like a powder keg about to go off. Sam was shaken out of his reverie when he realized the car had stopped, the familiar squeak of Dean's door opening followed by it slamming shut. Sam looked around – a gas station, just like a million others they'd stopped at in their lives. Dean was around back, pumping gas and wearing a stony expression, one that Sam had seen many times before – it was Dean's "I fucked up but I don't know how to fix it so I'm going to look mad" face. Sam let out a long breath and shook his head, getting out of the car and stretching his legs. Looking around, he saw a coffee shop next door, a chalkboard menu out front advertising several specials, among which Sam spotted a latte or two that looked incredible.
"I'm gonna go next door." Sam gestured towards the coffee shop, Dean grunting his assent. Sam zipped his jacket up halfway, spared another glance at Dean, and made his way to the small building, the door opening as Sam approached as another customer came out, the smell of coffee beans and pastries accompanying his exit. It was a good smell, one that Sam loved. It reminded him of Castiel - sweet, earthy, warm. Sam smiled to himself, feeling himself warm a little in spite of the cold Iowa air around them.
Inside Sam looked around, the coffee shop done in muted reds and oranges, gentle jazz playing over the speakers and two cheerful looking baristas behind the counter, one of them stepping towards Sam and greeting him.
"What can I get for you sir?" She moved a hand towards the cups, ready to select which size would choose.
Sam took another moment to look at the menu on the wall behind her, clearing his throat before speaking. "Venti caramel latte and…" Sam looked out the window, seeing Dean still pumping gas. "And the plainest house blend you've got. Black. Venti."
The barista rang Sam's coffee up, Sam suddenly aware of how tired he felt. The place on the back of his head where he'd been knocked out still hurt, and being in the car with a sullen, broody Dean made it a million times worse. Maybe caffeine would de-ice the situation.
As he was waiting for his drink to be made, Sam felt his phone buzz in his pocket, reaching for it, seeing Castiel's name flashing across the caller I.D. Sam felt a little rush of warmth down his spine as he pressed "answer," lowering his voice and saying "Hey Cas."
"Hello, Sam. Is everything alright?" Cas's voice sounded a little strained, as if he'd been exerting himself.
Sam took a moment before responding, thinking about the last few days and everything that had happened. "I met Dean. Turns out we were on the same hunt, so we put aside our differences for the time being. Better working together than alone, I suppose. And it looks like we're getting past some of…. Whatever's between us. This time it can't be fixed with a hug Cas." Sam sighed, silently thanking the barista and walking out, the door closing with a jingle behind him.
"You two will work it out Sam, I know. You always do." Sam heard Cas's breath hitch, followed by the familiar squeak of his – their – mattress.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Sam approached the Impala, Dean having gone inside for a hot dog and a bag of chips, spying him through the window of the convenience store.
Cas's voice dropped lower in pitch, like honey poured over gravel and then superheated, Cas's words hot on Sam's ear. "I miss you Sam. And I'm lonely." Sam heard Cas shift again, Sam setting the coffee on the roof and leaning against the side of the car, putting his other hand in the pocket of his jeans.
Sam swallowed thickly before he spoke again, licking his lips. "Lonely how baby?"
"I miss your body Sam." Cas slipped in another finger, three in him now, coated in lube, his body flushed red – he wished Sam could see him right now, see how his hole was stretched around his fingers, eager for Sam's cock.
"What do you miss about it Cas?" Sam felt his own pulse start to race, his curiosity piqued, crossing his legs in front of him, slight alarm showing on his face as Dean exited the store and came back to the car, looking quizzincally at Sam for a moment before shaking his head and settling into the driver's seat, eating his hot dog and decidedly not thinking about why Sam look flustered and the tell-tale blush of arousal was spreading across his cheeks.
Cas started to slowly fuck himself on his hand, uncut cock twitching with every nudge of his prostate, feeling precome run down his length. "I miss… fuck, Sam…your hands on me, holding me down while you fuck me." Cas moaned, his hips bucking upwards, closing his eyes and imaging Sam above him.
Sam felt his cock swell, having to stop himself from taking his hand out of his pocket and grinding the heel of his hand against himself, Cas's words and tone making him wet. Dean was almost done with his hot dog, munching away on the chips. Sam knocked on the window and mouthed "bathroom," Dean nodding, Sam walking a little too quickly for it to be casual, murmuring "go on" as he made his way to the back of the store, intent on not touching anything as he closed the door behind him and locking it, remaining standing – no amount of showering would remove whatever he picked up from sitting on the toilet.
Cas continued, turning on the bed so that he could prop his feet on the headboard, hips raised in the air, fingers going deeper, biting his bottom lip. "Your… your cock Sam. God, it's so fucking big and you can fuck me so fucking deep with it. I love it when you fuck me slow and make me feel all of it."
Sam whimpered, unzipping his jeans and shoving his boxers down, taking his cock in hand, stroking forward and feeling his foreskin bunch between his thumb and forefinger, precome coating the pads of his fingers. "Shit, babe. Miss your tight little ass. Wanna eat you out real slow, feel you get nice and open under my tongue. You like it when I do that?"
Castiel shivered, his cock pulsing, sticking the phone between his cheek and shoulder, reaching down and taking himself with his free hand, stroking gently so as to not come before Sam. "Fuck yes. God, I want that Sam. Want…. Fuck… you." Cas smeared his precome around, fingers shaking, whimpering because his whole body felt like it was on fire, lust running hot as lava through his veins, angelic and corporeal.
Sam was stroking himself steadily now, hanging on to every little sound that Cas was uttering. "How many fingers baby?"
"Th… three. Not enough Sam, not as good as you." Cas touched his prostate again, a tear of pleasure rolling down his left cheek, feeling his orgasm hurtle closer.
Sam bit back a curse, not wanting to chance anyone on the other side of the door hearing him. Dropping his voice low, he adjusted the phone to where his mouth was as close to the receiver as he could get it. "Bet your hole looks so fucking good right now Cas, all stretched out and open for me. Can you send me a picture?" Sam's hips rocked forward, his hands shaking, wound up tight from hours on the road and the sound of Cas's voice in his ear.
A moment later his phone beeped, an image file incoming. Sam tore it from his ear and tapped download hastily; a moment later he was staring at three of Cas's fingers buried in his ass, shiny wet with lube. The shot was a bit unfocused, but Sam easily forgave him that – it was more than good enough, eyes hungrily taking in way that the skin was puckered and pink around Cas's digits. Sam stared at it for a long moment before raising his phone back up to his ear, his cock steadily leaking now. "Fucking hot Cas, bet you're so fucking open, I could just slide right in, couldn't I?"
"Y… yes. Sam, I'm gonna come soon, fuck. Come with me Sam, please?" Cas felt his toes curl as he stroked himself, his cock slick with precome, wanting very badly for Sam to be there right now and pound him into the mattress.
"Fuck, Cas, 'm gonna blow baby. Can feel it, gonna come so much…." A loud whine from Cas, right there with Sam, hard and desperate. "Haven't since I last saw you." Sam felt his cock thicken further in anticipation, closing his eyes and imagining what Cas looked like, spread out and desperate for him.
"God, Sam." Cas couldn't hold himself back any longer, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, mouth open as he shot all over himself, warm come hitting him in the face, body, his mouth – everywhere, imagining Sam inside of him, feet practically flat against the wall, come making the phone slip to the mattress next to his ear.
Sam gritted his teeth and let himself go, come arcing towards the toilet in front of him, missing it and hitting the wall behind it instead, a week's worth of frustration and tension leaving his body, come splattering on the floor and on his hand, chest heaving, Cas listening to him on the other end of the line.
Cas waited until he heard Sam's breathing slow a little, voice lust-wrecked as he asked "How much… how much did you come Sam?"
Sam surveyed the area immediately in front of him, still coaxing the last few drops of come from his body. "Blew all over the fuckin' place baby. God it's… it's all over the floor, the wall behind the toilet, fucking everywhere."
Cas let that image float freely through his mind, imagining the mess of Sam's climax all over him instead of some rotten bathroom, reaching down and running a finger through the mess of white on his body, licking it off noisily so Sam could hear it, pleased with the little whimper that Sam made, indicating he knew exactly what Cas was doing. "How soon will you be home Sam?"
Sam stroked himself for a moment longer, listening to Cas's voice. "Tomorrow baby. Gonna stop here for the night and then head out again in the morning. Be ready for me." Sam injected a note of command into his voice so that it was perfectly clear what he meant.
Cas fell back against the mattress, coming down from his climax. "I will Sam, I promise. I love you."
Sam closed his eyes, letting those three words roll through his mind. "I love you too Cas. Don't misbehave too much, okay?"
Cas hugged the phone a little closer to him, still covered in spooge. "For you Sam? I'm nothing but an angel."
. . .
Sam did manage to convince Dean to let them stay in a motel overnight, Sam not saying a word when Dean opted for two rooms – Sam got it, he really did. Better them staying out of each other's hair than ripping it out. Besides, Sam had plans that night and Dean had absolutely no place in telling him what he could and couldn't do.
As soon as he heard the Impala depart for what Sam was almost positive was the nearest bar, he left his room and went outside. On the way to the motel they'd passed a sex store, Sam having spotted it about half a mile from where they were staying. Seeing as how he wasn't going to bed anytime soon and there wasn't a similar shop anywhere close to Lebanon, he decided that now was as good a time as any to do some shopping for him and Cas.
Ever since Gadreel had been evicted, he and Cas had been burning it up in the bedroom every chance they got – having the bunker to themselves meant they could be as loud as they wanted to be, something that both of them were more than okay with. Cas was a little bit of a screamer when he didn't have to worry about anyone else hearing them, especially when Sam held him down and fucked him hard – Cas's narrow hips fit perfectly in his hands, the angel clenched hot and tight around him – Sam felt a bright flicker of arousal deep in his abdomen, thinking about Cas's body, scent, eyes…. if Sam sounded like some sappy teenager than he'd wear that badge proudly – Cas made him feel loved, accepted, good.
Something that Dean, his own flesh and blood, hadn't been doing lately.
Sam wasn't about to ruin his evening by dwelling on his brother – they'd hash all of that out soon enough. They always did, no matter how much Dean played up the whole silent and macho type – Sam knew better. But he did know that this issue wasn't about to be solved today or tomorrow or next week – Dean's bullshit would always be there for him to deal with, no matter how badly he wanted it to go away. Sam took a deep breath and shoved it out of his mind – tonight he was intent on focusing on him and how he could spice he and his boyfriend's sex life.
The shop was part of a chain called Adam and Eve. Sam had seen them all across the country, stepped into a few now and then for something other than drug store lube or a toy that would last just long enough if he was staying in one place for a while. He and Cas had messed around with a couple toys before but never seriously – both of them were far too tactile to want something else other than their own hands on each other. Of course, shaking some things up to enhance their carnal activities wasn't a bad thing, and thus far Castiel had shown himself to be incredibly open to new ideas. Sam could only hope that he kept that mindset for what he had planned for them, not only tonight and when he returned to the bunker the next day.
The store was not only well lit but well kept, a far cry from some of the places he'd been to that were similar to this. The carpets and walls were done in deep reds and purples, subtle but enough to be inviting. Sam relaxed a little when he was more inside the door, glad to be rid of the chilly night air. Sam wasn't nervous at all – he wasn't a prude about sex, not after he'd slept with… well Sam wasn't going to think about it. What had with Cas was healthy, sustaining – Sam had known for a long time now that Cas was it for him, whatever that might have meant.
Sam was lost in his thoughts and absent mindedly feeling the material of some lacey garment when the sales girl approached, quietly asking "May I help you?"
Sam turned his head, smiling softly. "Yeah, actually. Um… toys."
"Right this way, sir." Sam followed the girl (her name was Molly and she barely came up to Sam's shoulder) to a room at the back of the store, hidden from the windows out front. Sam supposed that was a wise move, given that the first thing he was upon entering was a vast array of dildos, not even flinching at the size of some of them – he'd seen far stranger in his life.
Molly turned to face him and gestured around her. "Anything in particular you're looking for?"
Sam rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking around him. "Yeah. Uh, Fleshlights. Something plain though, doesn't have to be after a porn star. Got anything with a ribbed texture?"
Molly disappeared through a door in the back of the room, coming back a moment later. "We just got a couple in today, both ass and mouth orifice. Do you have a preference as to which one?"
Sam mulled that over for a moment, looking at the contents of her hands. "Ass. It's for my boyfriend. And me. So…. You get the picture." Molly nodded, setting it aside. "What else Mr..."
"Sam." Sam smiled again, this time wider, dimples showing in his cheeks.
Molly blushed in response, looking down at her feet. "Of course. Um… could I interest you in a dildo?"
Sam looked at the plastic phalluses behind her, in all sorts of colors and sizes. "Yes. Two, actually." Sam surveyed them closer, picking one out that was fairly close to the size and thickness of Cas's cock, and then one of his own. Molly flushed a little redder, no doubt picturing Sam naked.
"These. Bondage?" Sam posed the question with raised eyebrows, giving Molly a moment to collect her thoughts. She stepped across the room, Sam following.
"We have everything from handcuffs to full bed restraints – what did you have in mind?" Molly stood to the side, smoothing her hair behind her ears and trying to keep a professional air, her thoughts still very much focused on what exactly it was Sam was packing under his worn jeans.
An image of Cas tied to the bed as Sam rode him came to mind, Sam swearing "shit" under his breath, feeling his cock harden, blood starting to pound in his ears. Goddamn he missed Cas right now, glad that he'd be back with him sooner rather than later. It had been too long already and he was starting to get itchy with desperation – he hadn't realized just how used to being around Cas he'd become.
"Sam?" Molly was still there, watching Sam think to himself.
"Right, sorry. Full bed restraints, sturdy ones that'll last. We're both kind of… aggressive in bed. And I need something he can't break out of easily." Sam thought about the times they'd been at it so hot and heavy that Cas's true form had nearly manifested, literally blazing with glory through Jimmy Novak's body – it had been both awe inspiring and terrifying, Cas riding Sam so hard that he'd nearly torn himself apart. The warm trickle of desire returned, moving down his spine slowly, images of Cas's naked body flashing through his mind.
Molly bent down and picked up a rather large box from the lowest row of restraints, lifting it and turning it so that its front was facing Sam. "These are the strongest ones we have, fully adjustable cuffs and works with a variety of bed set ups. Would you like to see them?"
Sam nodded, rolling up the sleeve of his jacket. "And I'd like to try one, if that's alright." Molly carefully opened the box up, pulling one of the wrist cuffs out. Sam extended his wrist, Molly wrapping the fresh leather around him and securing it, hands expertly pulling it tight but not too tight. Sam closed his eyes for a moment, getting the feel of the material on him, deciding that this would work just fine – it was about time he tied Cas up anyway. Or Cas could tie him up. Either way, Sam wasn't going to complain.
Sam let himself get a feel for it for a moment longer before motioning for Molly to take it off. As she did, he said "These'll do just fine. Next question – do you have men's lingerie?" Sam hoped that was the term, watching Molly turn red again and concentrate hard on getting the cuff back in its box.
"We do, actually. We understand that some of our customers who appreciate that sort of thing are male, and we have a full line of panties, stockings, and other products. What exactly are you interested in?" Molly got the box sealed up again and set it aside, smoothing her hair behind her ears and regaining her poise once more.
"Panties. The lacier the better." Molly nodded, inviting Sam to follow her. "We have a fairly extensive line for all shapes and sizes – anything in particular you're looking for?" They stopped in front of a rack of the garments, more frills and lace on one metal bar than Sam had seen in his lifetime. Sam perused them, flicking through them and talking at the same time.
"Um… something with a decent sized crotch, non-see through. I want to leave something to the imagination, you know?" Molly indicated towards a section at the back of the rack, holding up a pair to show Sam.
"These are for well-endowed and come in several different colors too. Was there a particular one you were looking for?" Molly moved aside so that Sam could look through them further, his fingers caressing the silk, stopping on a pair of red ones that even on the hangar begged for attention, lace everywhere save for the crotch and half of the ass – and they were Sam's waist size too.
"These. And do you have a pair in dark blue, except a size smaller?" Sam took the red ones off the rack to inspect them more, feeling himself get hard at just the prospect of wearing them. Molly looked at the tag and then went to the back of the store, coming back a moment later with what Sam was looking for.
"Last pair, Sam, lucky they were back there. Will it be just these two pairs?" Molly took the other ones from Sam and folded them, putting them with the pair that she was already holding. Sam looked around a bit more, spotting what he wanted next after a moment of searching. "And a skirt. For my boyfriend." Sam walked over to the rack of skirts, ridiculously short and not at all decent for public wear but perfect for what he had planned, picking out a Catholic school green plaid, imagining how it would look clinging to Cas's hips as he rode him…
Sam's cock helped make the decision for him, hard and incessant against his left thigh. "I'll take it. I know him well enough by now that I'm sure it'll fit." Sam turned to Molly, smiling. "And all the other stuff too, please?"
Sam walked out of the store ten minutes later with a bounce in his step that hadn't been there in a long, long time.
. . .
Castiel had been left in charge of the bunker while Sam and Dean were away, and truthfully he didn't mind it.
There was plenty to read and do – the Men of Letter's collection of texts was fascinating and surprisingly accurate. Cas had spent the last week reading and re-cataloging it for Sam and Dean's usage, following a system that Sam had been working on for quite some time, including the digitization of what could be made into an electronic copy, uploading it to several external hard drives that Sam had set up in the library. It had been hard work but Castiel enjoyed it, working from sun-up to sun down while Sam hunted with Dean.
Of course, he was painfully aware of the fact that Gadreel was still out there somewhere, and Cas knew that the time for vengeance, as much as he hated to call it that, was coming. However, doing this was valuable work too – Cas had a feeling that there was an answer as to how to track him without Grace somewhere in the annals that he was exploring, some of them works Cas didn't even know existed. If anything, it was a learning experience in and of itself, Cas hungrily absorbing the vast amounts of knowledge that had been left to the Winchesters.
Cas shifted another pile of thick tomes to the work table, humming to himself and rolling up the sleeves of Sam's plaid shirt, wearing it like an overcoat, given that it was two sizes too big. Then again, he'd been wearing it since Sam had left, surrounding himself with the smell of him, something that infused his clothes no matter how many times he washed them. To Cas at least, Sam smelled like parchment and leather bound volumes, fresh grass and the subtlest hint of aftershave. Sam smelled like… home. It was something that Cas didn't like being without, having come to love Sam very, very much, even if Sam didn't know just how far it ran for him – Castiel was never intended to love just one person, and that had been exactly what happened.
It took his phone ringing before he realized that he'd just been standing there playing with the hem of Sam's shirt for a solid ten minutes, thinking about Sam. Cas smiled to himself and took the device out of his pocket, seeing Sam's name on the caller I.D.
"Hey, Sam." Cas propped himself on the edge of the table, tucking his other hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, an old pair of Dean's that Cas had pilfered one night from the laundry, given that Sam's were far too big to remotely fit him well.
"So I was thinking about earlier when you called me." Cas heard Sam shift himself on the other end of the line, the faint squeak of a worn mattress in the background. "And I wanted to show my thanks for that. Got your laptop handy anywhere babe?"
Cas's skin tingled pleasantly at the nickname, imagining Sam whispering it into his ear as he fucked him. "I do. What did you have in mind?"
Sam chuckled, a rich, deep sound that made Cas's hair stand on end in a good way. "Open Skype and make sure you're somewhere comfortable. I've got a surprise for you." Cas made haste in getting his laptop from the other end of the table and making a beeline for one of the big leather chairs in the corner, equally impressive ottoman at its foot. Cas sat down, setting his laptop down in front of him on the ottoman, opening it and logging on to Skype. Sam called him almost immediately, Cas tipping the camera up so that Sam could see his face.
Cas smiled wide as soon as he saw Sam, his heart beating a little faster than normal and getting a giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "It's good to see you Sam, even if it is like this."
Sam gave him a little smile, dimples showing at the corners of his mouth as he looked down and brushed his hair behind his left ear. "You too Cas. I know I'll be home tomorrow but… yeah. I miss you." Sam spent a long moment just staring at Cas through the computer screen, eyes dark blue in the low light of the library. Even through the camera Castiel was captivating, gorgeous even. Of course, there weren't enough adjectives in the universe for Sam to convey how he felt about his angel.
"Sam?" Cas tilted his head to the side, scooting forward a little more towards the screen.
"'M here babe. Just wanted to look at you, is all." Sam sighed happily, licking his lips. "What were we doing again?"
"You has a surprise for me Sam, and seeing as though it looks like you've showered recently and your shoulders are bare, I'm intrigued." Cas pulled the ottoman closer to him, eagerly awaiting what Sam had to show him.
Sam's smile went from sweet to devious, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and giving Cas his best bedroom eyes. "You're gonna be a lot more than intrigued in a moment." Sam rose from the chair he was sitting in, the towel from his shower still wrapped tight around his hips. Cas could make out the bulge of Sam's cock through it, suddenly feeling himself start to become aroused, his mouth watering as Sam scooted his laptop backwards and ran his hands teasingly along the edge of the towel.
"Thought about you as soon as I saw 'em Cas. Never done it for anyone else baby – you're the first." Sam's voice was low, seductive, crawling up Cas's spine and settling on his shoulders, even though Sam was three hundred miles away. Cas writhed with desire, eyes hungry on Sam's sculpted body.
Cas reached down and palmed himself through his sweats, gripping himself and licking his lips. "And I'd really, really like to know it is Sam."
Sam bent down so that he could wink at Cas, slowly drawing himself back up and stepping to where the camera was focused on his lower body, deliberately toying with the top of the towel and knowing that Cas's anticipation was climbing with every passing second, running his thumbs just under the damp cotton, playing for time so that Cas would be that much hornier.
Cas's mouth fell open as Sam finally, finally let the towel drop away, freezing as his eyes fixated on Sam's hips, staring at the red panties slung low on him, Sam's half-hard cock filling the front out, a drop of precome already darkening the fabric where Cas could see the head, suddenly wishing his wings worked to fly to Sam right there and then. Cas was convinced that if sin was incarnate it would look like Sam Winchester in a pair of lacey red panties, a vision that Cas didn't have words to describe.
"Sam you… fuck." Cas shoved his hand in his pants, stroking his cock and keeping his eyes glued to the screen, Sam standing proudly with his hands on his hips, chest swelling with pride as his lover ogled him, feeling himself getting harder and harder from the attention.
"You like 'em Cas?" For good measure, Sam let his fingers play over his growing erection, biting back a moan as the soft fabric caressed him, feeling the head of his cock sticking to him and then pulling away as he continued to move his hand.
"Sam I don't have words… you look… God, fucking incredible." Cas sat up and removed Sam's shirt, leaving him in just an undershirt, pulling it over his head and settling back, spreading his legs wide and still rubbing his cock.
Sam picked up his laptop and moved over to the bed, setting it at the foot and getting on all fours, wiggling his ass at Castiel. "Thought about you fucking me while I wear 'em, pulled to the side while you take me from behind. Had to stop myself earlier Cas, made me so fucking wet for you." Sam reached behind himself and rubbed his ass, fingers slipping underneath and teasing at his entrance. Cas whimpered, picking his hips up and sliding his pants and underwear off, now naked, cock hard and pointing upwards towards his stomach.
Sam looked over his shoulder at the screen, fingers still tracing around the rim of his hole. "God, look at how fucking hard you are for me baby. Wish I could ride that big cock Cas, fucking love feeling you inside me." Sam tugged his panties aside, showing Cas his hole, loosened and open where he'd fingered himself in the shower, wanting to show Cas how badly he wanted him.
Cas's body shuddered as a large drop of precome pearled at the slit of his cock, foreskin sliding up and over the head slowly, imagining the taste of Sam's body on his tongue. Of course he was intimately familiar with it, along with all of the sounds that Sam made when he was being eaten out, pushing his hips back on Cas's face and trying to fuck himself on his tongue. Cas loved it when Sam got desperate like that, losing his normal composure and letting primal need take over- no stronger aphrodisiac existed. "God, Sam I can almost taste you now, getting yourself open for me on my tongue. Fucking love your ass baby, shit." Cas moaned as his palm rubbed over the head of his cock, precome slick but not enough to take away all of the friction, the action making Cas's body thrum with need.
Sam moaned as he sank down to the mattress, ass in the air, one finger pushing past the ring of outer muscle, slowly moving it in and out while Cas watched, enraptured by what Sam was doing. Cas reached down with his other hand and tugged at his balls, hissing from the extra pressure. Sam was torturing him, panties pulled lewdly to one side, two fingers in him now, the other hand groping and squeezing his ass – it was a wonder Cas was keeping himself under control as well as he was because Sam was doing his absolute best to undo him and they weren't even in the same room.
After another moment of fingering himself, Sam turned and threw Cas another wink before getting off the bed and disappearing from view, leaving Cas looking at a rather dingy motel room. He stroked himself lazily as he waited, hearing Sam fiddling with what sounded like a plastic bag in the background, followed by some sort of plastic container opening. Sam came back a moment later, cock poking out of the top of his panties, a dildo and lube in hand.
Sam didn't say anything as he positioned himself to where he was facing Cas, laying back against the pillows, pulling the panties aside and spreading his legs wide. Cas shifted his gaze downwards to where Sam was pouring lube on his fingers, placing them against his hole and sliding them in, moaning as they stretched him. Cas was very quickly learning that this, simply watching Sam, was a heady elixir, not being able to touch, only seeing what Sam was doing to himself. It was beyond erotic to Cas, and he and Sam had done a lot of things in their time together.
Sam's voice was husky with arousal as he spoke, holding up the dildo to where Castiel could see it better. "Found one close in size to you babe. Swear it's not gonna be as good as you though. Miss you so fucking much babe." Sam sucked the head of the fake cock into his mouth as two of his fingers worked in and out of him, Cas mesmerized as they moved in and out of Sam's body, Sam's eyes closed as he moaned like he was actually sucking Cas and not a silicone substitute – thank heaven for Sam's vivid imagination, Cas thought.
Cas brought one of his fingers up to his mouth, sucking the precome off of it and making sure Sam saw, Sam fucking his fingers in deeper, touching his prostate and making himself moan wantonly around the dildo.
"I want to watch you fuck yourself, Sam. Make yourself come on my cock." Cas tried to muster as much command as he could, a hard thing to do given that he was so tightly wound up with arousal. Sam complied after a moment, panties stretched and pulled aside to where Cas was sure they would be ruined, pouring lube on the dildo and not caring in the least that some of it got on the blankets, spreading it generously over the silicone just like he'd slick up Cas's cock, slowly, thoroughly, looking at Cas through the computer screen just the same as he would if he were there with him.
Sam sat back after a moment and raised his hips slightly off the bed, placing the head of the dildo against him and sliding it into him, a long exhalation of Cas's name passing from his lips as he did so, eyes locked with the camera so that it was as though he were looking right into the angel's baby blues, his gaze half filled with adoration, half with lust. Sam kept pushing in until it was fully buried inside his body, mouth hanging open and panting as he adjusted to the dildo, toes curling as desire coursed through his veins.
"Not… not as good as you baby." Sam started to move the dildo, in, out, in, out, breathy moans filling Cas's ears, going straight to his cock, jacking himself in time with the motion of Sam's hand, Sam's cock rock hard and pointing straight up, precome leaking down his length every time the dildo pushed back in him, nudging his prostate. Sam's body was flushed pink, hair sticking to his forehead from perspiration, looking absolutely debauched and perfect. Cas memorized that image immediately, deciding that if Sam had ever looked better, then he couldn't remember it.
Sam fucked himself with the dildo slowly, deliberately, the way that he loved for Cas to take him, feeling every inch of him, Cas's voice against his ear whispering "Like this Sam?" Cas's attention was held completely, Sam radiating sex and power in spite of the fact that he was currently doing his best to get himself off on a fake cock.
"Just like that baby, God you feel so good in me." Sam's eyes were closed now, Cas's hand speeding up on himself, feeling his orgasm coming closer and closer, Sam chanting his name over and over again, knowing Sam was close to by the way he took his other hand and curled his fingers around the head of his cock, thumb rubbing his foreskin and smearing around the precome that had soaked over it, the dildo moving in and out of him faster now, exactly like Cas fucking him, moaning "almost there baby," Cas doing the same with his own hand and moving with him and not quite believing that Sam could have such a powerful affect from him a state apart through a too-small laptop screen.
It didn't take much longer, especially with the way that Sam was driving the dildo in and out of him like his life depended on it, for Cas to come, Grace having shortened his refractory period greatly, shooting white streaks of come all the way up to his neck, Sam's back arching forward prettily as he did the same, keeping the dildo pressed as deep inside him as he could as he shook over and over again, long neck bared, fading hickies and bruises still visible, made by Cas the time they'd last been together.
Eventually Sam moved, wearing blissed out expression on his face with an equally contented smile, looking at Cas with eyes that conveyed immense affection. "I'm gonna rock your world when I get home tomorrow Cas, promise. "
"You always do, Sam. I don't doubt that you will." Cas returned his smile, wishing he could curl up next to Sam at that moment. Sleeping in their bed with one of Sam's shirts on would have to be good enough.
"See you tomorrow babe. I love you." Sam blew a kiss at the camera, watching Cas blush deeply.
"I love you too Sam." Sam smiled one more time and hung up, leaving Cas to bask in contentment alone.
Cas figured that waiting a little while longer for Sam to come home wouldn't be so bad.