Within 24 hours of my posting the end of "Sticks and Stones," 5 people asked for an account of the morning after (so, this fic has been written for: kittenbot, MyMagnificentSelf, Alwaysalice, Rici_chan, and Xenrae – all on AO3 - without your comments, I wouldn't have written this next...). If that many people ask for something, I'm loathe to deny the request, so here ya go, have a timestamp. :)
(As usual, I wrote in the A/N for Sticks and Stones that I'd be doing something next...and this isn't that...but what the hey... ;) )
Title is from a beautiful song called "You Are My Home," from the musical "The Scarlet Pimpernel." You know how some people saw Rent on Broadway like 50 times? That was "The Scarlet Pimpernel" for me - I saw it 4 times in like a year, which was about all I could scrape together considering I was like 15 at the time. You can listen to it on YouTube: go to youtube dot com, add /jBkR6FLUT1k after the URL. It's important to note - those two characters are brother and sister, not lovers. (Listening to this recording is making me tear up...GOD I loved that show...)
"Here?" asked Dean in a choked off gasp.
A passerby gave him a knowing smirk, and Dean flushed bright red.
"Right now," agreed Cas with a mischievous grin more reminiscent of his brother.
"Cas, we're in public," Dean hissed. Another pedestrian quirked an eyebrow at him, and he flashed an innocent smile, as if his boyfriend hadn't just propositioned him on the corner of fricken Shattuck and University. "What if one of your students sees?"
Boyfriend. Where had that come from?
"Really?" Cas was practically laughing out loud. "That's what you're most worried about?"
Beets had nothing on the color of Dean's cheeks. Judging by how hot his face felt, he must be incandescently red. Everyone was staring at him, all the people on the sidewalks, all the drivers going by, all the shoppers in the stores.
"I know a place," cajoled Cas. "No one will catch us, provided you behave."
"You know the rules, Dean," Jimmy's voice whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
He'd never been tested in public before, where anyone might hear if his self-control slipped and he made a noise. Could he do it? A flash of heat smoldered behind his eyes, jump-started his heartbeat, quickened his breaths, clenched at his gut, hardened his cock. He wasn't sure if he could, but he wanted to try. However good Cas and Jimmy needed him to be, he could be.
"Of course, if you don't want to…" The grin Cas gave him was unusually criminal, incongruous with his neatly combed hair, his professorial thin-rimmed glasses, the purple tie he'd worn with his black vest and dark blue button-up. The bastard was even carrying a briefcase. Errant thoughts suggested what might be inside that briefcase, and a bead of sweat formed on Dean's forehead, another trickled down his spine.
Fingers curled around the bulge in Dean's pants, barely hidden by thick denim. A squeak of shocked amazement escaped him and he shifted so at least he wasn't fucking presenting his erection to every passing car. Jimmy laughed, deep and dangerous, but let him turn to face towards the wall. "He wants to, Cas," Jimmy rumbled, voice low as Cas' usually was. "He's playing hard to get." At the word 'hard,' Jimmy pointedly fondled him.
"Is that so, Dean?" A hand slipped beneath Dean's leather jacket, nudged the bottom of his shirt up to expose several inches of skin above the waistband of his low-riding jeans, slipped beneath his boxers to rub at the top of his ass crack. "Is my little submissive getting coy on me? I'm surprised, you're usually so…" A nail scraped roughly over his pucker and he only barely restrained a second unmanly squeak. "…obedient."
He could feel the eye of every single damn person all around on him. Everyone was watching. Everyone saw his inability to keep quiet, everyone heard the accusation that he wasn't obedient, everyone knew everything he was thinking.
"Coming on a little strong, Cas," muttered Dean. Gaze darting all around, he attempted a casual smile to soothe, distract, appease the watchers.
Nothing to see here. Move along. Jimmy Novak is definitely not fricken jerking me off in public.
It didn't matter. They all knew. Knowing, judging, hard looks met his efforts at nonchalance.
"Sorry," Cas whispered, cheeks pinking. "I'm embarrassed, too."
"You're both cowards," said Jimmy brightly, palming hard strokes over Dean's erection. Shivers ran through his limbs, tingled through his scalp, the stronger for the necessity of pretending to be unaffected, pretending he wasn't being observed. "Are we going to do this, or what?"
"Yeah," Dean half-moaned. "Yeah, I'm good. You good, Cas?"
"I didn't think that was the point, Dean," Cas pressed a thumb against Dean's entrance, spreading him slightly, and Dean grunted his agreement as tantalizing flickers of pleasure punctuated how empty he was.
They stood amidst plaster rubble. A vacant window looked out over the street below. The building was boarded up and bore all the signs of being a recession-era construction project, work barely begun before the building was once again left derelict and abandoned. It was eerily quiet, dim, dusty, gray, the empty squares facing the street painfully bright, saturated with vibrant colors and buzzing with the sounds of the city. The contrast was surreal, and Dean's nerves vanished. The air was hazy with motes that scattered the sunlight, the raw brick walls were festooned with graffiti, dust swirled and rose in clouds around them, and Dean moved as if in a dream, the twins so confident as they steered him that he surrendered unthinkingly.
As if in a dream…they'd been standing on the street…there had been so many eyes…
The suitcase was open on the ground. Dean's hands were wrapped around the window frame, his leather jacket and shirt protecting him from the cool spring day, his legs spread, his pants and boxers caught at his knees. Jimmy was on the ground beneath him, mouth hovering close enough to Dean's cock that he could feel hot breath over the tip at every exhalation, tantalizingly out of reach. Two fingers thrust in and out of his ass, lube applied so thickly it oozed down his thigh. His arousal amplified his embarrassment, which compounded his arousal, a feedback loop that left him so hot that he felt feverish, his skin afire. Every inch of him quivered and ached for touch, but aside from Cas' hand stroking within him, neither brother touched him. The lack of physical contact made him sick. A gust of fresh, cool air rushed through the window, smelling of spring and roasted nuts. So far from making him feel better, it merely reminded him that hundreds of people were passing not 15 feet below. If he made noise, they'd hear. If they looked up, they'd see his desperate, inflamed, unmistakable expression. The sidewalks were packed densely, seethed with people pushing through, shoulder to shoulder, the road clogged with cars and buses and bicyclists. The cacophony of colors caused his vision to swim disconcertingly, the wash of noise hit his hearing like an explosion. Not a soul looked up. Al itl would take was one, and everyone would see, everyone would know. Just like before.
He was so full, three fingers moving smoothly in and out, in and out, glancing touches against his prostate, heat so close and yet so far from his cock, stretched friction causing him to pant. He needed more, he always needed more.
"…please, Cas, please, need your dick, need your hand, please, please…" Whispered words leaked from him uncontrollably. Some part of his brain howled that he'd violated his orders and everyonewouldknow, yet none of the faceless mass looked up, and neither Cas nor Jimmy reprimanded him. "Jimmy, please, please, your lips, your tongue, anything, please…" Why wasn't he in trouble? Why wasn't he being punished? He couldn't make the words stop. None of the shame he usually felt when he begged accompanied his prayer for his angels to give him satisfaction. "Fuck me, need you, please fuck me…"
Cas wrapped around him, pressed his back flush against Dean's, flesh against flesh, Cas' skin cool against the inferno that burned through Dean. A shaft of solid, radiant hardness seared and branded against his ass, agonizingly painful, ineffably splendid, perfect, marked him forever, irreparably, irrevocably. Cas' cock pressed against his hole, and then he was spreading, spreading, fuck it felt like forever since Cas had been inside of him…
…the images shattered. Dean burst out a satisfied groan as Cas bottomed out within him.
"I've got you, Dean," Cas whispered in his ear, "I've got you, I'll always have you, always want you, as long as you want me, want you so much…" He trailed off in a breathy moan as his hips pivoted back and pushed in carefully, deliberately, his hands splayed on Dean's chest and lower belly, holding Dean in place. The comforter covered them both completely. The air beneath was swelteringly hot, and Dean was so disoriented he couldn't interpret the deep blue shadows playing against the surface of the blanket, the brightness that flashed sparklers across his vision, the pleasure of Cas slotting inside of him and filling him perfectly. Muscles throughout his body twitched and tensed, his back went rigid, and his head craned backwards until he bumped Cas' nose with the back of his head, Cas' heavy breathing breezing through Dean's hair. The tight ring of his entrance clenched around Cas, drawing a pained groan. A soothing hand pet down his abdomen, and Dean quivered.
University…abandoned building…Cas' purple tie…Jimmy's mouth teasing his cock…eyes, so many eyes, watching him…fingers prepping him…guilt and heat and shame and desire…so much desire…fuck me, Cas, please… "…please, Cas…"
"So tense," murmured Cas, concerned. "Did I hurt you?"
"…please…need you…"
"Are you awake?" incredulity broke into Cas voice. "I thought you…you were begging for me…I asked first…I'm so sorry Dean, I didn't mean to…"
"Awake." It was hard to gather any sense through thick fatigue and the delightful feeling of Cas cock buried deep inside him. " 's nothin' t'apologize for. Need you." Dean was lying on his side in bed, Cas pressed close, chest to back, legs shuffled together, hands securing Dean as if he were precious. Dean lay one hand reassuringly over Cas' where it rested on Dean's chest, and with his other he awkwardly felt before him for Jimmy. "Wherezhe?" His body cried out for the movement Cas was denying him, and before Cas could answer, Dean firmed his grip on Cas' hand, pulled his hips forward, and sank back against Cas with a satisfied sigh that left the other man whimpering with pleasure.
"Jimmy's still asleep," Cas whispered breathily. "I should have let you rest more, but every time I touched you, the noises you made…" Shuddering caused Cas to shift within Dean, and it was Dean's turn to whimper. "…I thought you were awake, and I…I needed you, Dean…I needed to feel you…I needed to hear more of those noises…" With a faint groan, Cas withdrew slowly, and Dean shivered with the all-consuming pleasure of skin against flesh, hard against soft, thick filling empty, as Cas sank back into him. The hands pressed to Dean's torso tensed, and Dean shook with need.
Home. I'm really home.
Wrapping a leg around Dean's, Cas rolled them backwards, so that Cas lay half on his side, half on his back, and Dean lay partially atop him. The new angle settled Cas more deeply inside him, and an easing glow of heat suffused Dean's body, draining away the moments of distress that had tightened his body. He could feel Cas smiling against his shoulder.
"Dean…" Cas broke off with another moan as Dean shifted, found an angle that enabled him to take even more of Cas' cock. So good. "Last night…you said you wanted this…you said you deserved this…" Flashes of the night before, nearly as misty and ephemeral as Dean's dream of meeting the twins on the streets outside Berkeley, came to him. Pain clutched at his heart as he thought of driving away from his home, driving towards Lawrence, John's voice castigating him, the Milky Way streaking the night sky over California, Jimmy following him, checking his text messages, driving back, the diner, the cathartic make-up sex, falling asleep peacefully certain that today would be better. Waking up, the reality of that belief was confirmed. The only thing better than waking up making love to Cas would have been if Jimmy were involved, too.
"I…" Dean panted, swayed his hips to feel Cas move inside him, spawning essential pleasure to quiet the desire screaming for satisfaction in his head. "Maybe…maybe I do, maybe I…yeah, Cas, want you, I want you, is that okay?"
"Can you…would you…if you want to, you may take what you want from me, right now," said Cas shyly. "Anything you want. Anything you want from me is okay."
"This is what I want," breathed Dean. A choked off noise, pleasure tinged with sorrow, caught in Cas' throat. An awkward thrust nearly dislodged Cas from Dean's ass, drove Cas back within him at an angle that left Dean gasping in awe at how much pressure it put on his inner wall, culminating in a burst of pleasure that left him momentarily senseless. "Fucking God, Cas…that." Rolling Dean slightly forward, Cas attempted to replicate the movement, but without that inadvertent close call at slipping out, it wasn't the same, and Dean whimpered in distress and want at how ordinary Cas' stroke felt by comparison.
"What can I do to make you feel good?" Cas asked helplessly.
"Always make me feel good," murmured Dean, caressing Cas' hand comfortingly. Chasing that incredible high, he drew his hips up from Cas, testing how much he could remove Cas without his actually withdrawing. The effort failed dismally, Cas' cock slipped free completely in a slick smack of lubed cock rebounding against flesh. A shuddering, miserable cry of shock burst from Dean, and he collapsed down onto Cas' body, drawing a pained grunt as he landed heavily on Cas' pelvis.
"Should be asking you that question," Dean managed. "Want you to feel good."
"You always make me feel good," echoed Cas. "Position me any way you'd like. Let me give you what you need."
Dean wanted to argue. They weren't in a scene, and Cas' pleasure should come first, Dean's second, that was how sex worked. All the conversations of the night before came back to him, though, and Dean quashed the part of his mind protesting and instead nodded. He'd promised he'd do better in their relationship, that he'd try harder to behave in the ways Cas wanted him to behave, and he wouldn't break that promise, ever, but especially not less than 12 hours after he made the damn thing.
"Lie flat on your back." Cas complied instantly and Dean pulled the blanket off their bodies. Rising to his knees, Dean straddled Cas' hips, sitting upright, his back towards Cas' gaze, Dean facing towards the closed bedroom door. Reaching between his legs, Dean took a hold of Cas' cock, liberally coated with lube, and lined himself up over it, lowered himself slowly. Hands came to rest loosely on his hips, trembling as Cas failed to breach him, tip sliding against the liquid coating Dean's rim, tip too wide to open Dean's still-tight hole. Panting with the desire to go faster, to recover that glorious feeling of being full that he'd lost so unpleasantly abruptly, Dean squeezed his eyes shut and focused entirely on their bodies. He held Cas steady, pressed down against Cas, hovered, ready, until his thighs burned with the strain. Each of Cas' breaths came noisier than the one before, and it felt like an age passed before Dean's hole began to spread, Dean's thoughts running ahead imagining pressure and pleasure in places Cas wasn't touching yet. Desperate to actually feel the sensations that his mind was replicating the pale shadow of, Dean pressed down, and Cas slipped free, slid along his crack, and they both moaned in frustration.
The bed shifted, mattress springs rocking.
Frantic tears leaked from Dean's eyes. Fucking hell he needed Cas right the fuck now.
"You two are kind of pathetic to watch," Jimmy said from just behind him, amused. "Here, let me help." Cas' hands fell away from Dean's hips, legs spread beside Dean's, and Jimmy's weight settled behind him. Fingers teased at Dean's rim, tugging him open, and a firm grip interlaced with Dean's hold on Cas' cock. An insistent tug down against Dean's tight-clenched ass urged Dean onto Cas, the additional help enabling Cas' slick head to breach him easily. Jimmy's hands darted away, dragging Dean's away too, and Cas spasmed and groaned desperately as Dean's tightness compressed around him. With an embarrassing, satisfying squelch, Dean lowered himself down Cas length. Blinking his tears away, Dean slumped in pleasure, taking a moment to savor how good it felt. Cas' toes curled against the comforter.
I can give him what I want without neglecting what I want. I can help both of them get what they need without ignoring my own needs. I can.
"So, what, exactly, were we trying to accomplish here?" asked Jimmy with a mockery of idle disinterest in his voice. "Other than fucking my brother stupid?"
Jimmy's word brought Dean back to the moment instantly, his pursuit of that single stroke that had felt so fucking amazing that Dean had to feel it again.
"I'm going to lean back," Dean instructed. "You're going to support my weight."
"Getting all assertive on me?" Jimmy was outright laughing, throaty and lustful. "I like it, Dean. I like it a lot."
"Quit being a smart ass and do it," demanded Dean impatiently. He let his shoulders fall back, and Jimmy caught him easily, leaning Dean's upper back against Jimmy's chest as Jimmy wrapped his arms firmly around Dean's torso. The ghost of the pressure he sought shivered against his insides as Cas' erection rested firm against Dean's upper channel, barely brushing his prostate.
"Anything else you…" Jimmy broke off with a gasp, and Dean couldn't help a smile, wondering what Cas was doing to his brother. Reaching back, Dean rested his hands on Jimmy's thighs, locked his elbows to help support his upper body weight, and rested his head on Jimmy's supporting shoulder. His pelvis was angled back against Cas' cock, his erection sticking out obscenely, red and solid and neglected, tip sheened in liquid. Hoping like hell this worked, Dean took a deep breath, pivoted his hips up and snapped them back down. Fucking rapture coursed through his body and annihilated his view of the bedroom, curled his spine hard against Jimmy, filled his ears with a deep noise that at first he didn't recognize as his own voice growling a drawn out groan.
Someone was saying something. Someone was moving. There was a hand at the base of his spine, and then it was gone again. Chill sweat gathered on his brow, slid down his back. None of it fucking mattered. All that mattered was chasing the perfect sensation of Cas stretching him open, raking over the wall of his channel, the bliss of a blunt tip grinding against his prostate, dragging over it, torturing him wonderfully. Dean raised his hips again, lowered them again. It didn't work as well on the second attempt, nor the third, but persistence paid off, and on the next pleasure flared throughout his body, so encompassing he gasped and cried. Another pivot of his hips brought his cock rock-hard against his belly, leaking pre-come against his skin, as Cas penetrated him deeply, persistent pressure full on his prostate.
"That's it," he growled, "that's it…that…so good, so fucking good, so…" Lifting himself high, he settled hard and failed. What once had felt as good as sex could feel paled beside the fucking miraculous angle they had found. He snarled in frustration and tried again, again.
Cas' voice came to him as if from a great distance, hollow, tinny, against the rush of blood in his ears. "What…should I do…Dean?"
"Nothing," snapped Dean. He jerked up, slammed down, and Cas' groan was suddenly very loud in his ear, as if Cas' head was right beside his…wait, that was Jimmy. He didn't even fucking know, it was impossible to keep track of anything beyond his own body. Grunting with the effort, thigh muscles painfully straining at the constant tension in his muscles necessary to maintain his position, to keep lifting himself and lowering himself just so, Dean raised himself once more, jerked down once more, found that perfect spot, found that perfect angle, found a perfect rhythm and absolutely fucking lost himself in sensation and effort.
The world was whiteness saturating his closed eye lids and euphoria flooding his brain and fire fueled by friction and bursts of meaningless white noise that blanked his hearing. The world was a firm body propping him up, heat behind him, beneath him, inside him, strong muscles compressed in his grip. The world was utter fucking bliss streaming through Dean's extremities, pooling in his core, pulsing through his erection, pounding in his skull, causing his awareness of everything and everyone else to fall away. There was nothing but the laboring of his legs and abs, nothing but the perfection of Cas' cock within him, nothing but the balance of exertion and joy preventing him from exploding within the first minute. On and on he went, failed thrusts mingled with perfect ones, grunting in frustration and groaning with satisfaction, always in pursuit of that next burst of rapture, barely cognizant of the effect he was having on Cas, barely aware of Jimmy supporting him. A whisper of guilt brought him down to earth, he was being selfish, he was being insensitive, and with that grounding thought he felt the rolling motion of Cas' hips beneath him, distinguish ragged groans and incomprehensible words, realized there were hands squeezing his hips and helping him replicate over and over the exact movement he craved. The noise resolved itself into Jimmy talking, voice husky in his ear.
"Come on, Dean, come on, take it. Take what you want. You can have this. You have fucking got this, bro. Come for us!"
"Dean!" By contrast, Cas sounded absolutely wrecked, raspy from harsh breathing. "Deaaaaaaan."
"Wanna see you come untouched, wanna watch your gorgeous cock spew come all over your belly, wanna lick it up afterwards…"
"Oh, fuck!" Dean's cry burst out, his body throbbed in time to his heartbeat, so close to coming that his muscles locked up, his eyes flew open to show him the shadowed pink of Jimmy's skin where he'd pressed his face against Jimmy's neck.
Jimmy's powerful hands lifted Dean's hips, slammed him down, and Dean shouted rapture that might have been their names, might have been nonsense, as a pulse rocked his whole body, coursed head to toe in an irresistible wave, concentrated at his cock like a fucking shockwave, as fierce as any possessive fist could have pumped, and he thrashed against Jimmy's grip, rocked desperately against Cas' cock for every glimmer of sensation to drive him higher, rocked through his orgasm as semen streaked his belly and thigh.
Awareness of anything other than the billowing pleasure suffusing him returned to Dean as a sense of light behind his eyes, a feeling of the bed shaking beneath him, and a pulse like a heartbeat within him. Cas thrust into him weakly, urgently, plagued by the awkward angle of their bodies and restrained by Dean and Jimmy's weight straddling him. Fumbling, hands sliding on Jimmy's sweat-slicked thighs, Dean tried to push himself upright and help, but his muscles were like jelly, and then Jimmy dropped him – fricken literally, jerk – and Dean crumpled backwards, back resting on Jimmy's thigh as the twin leaned to the side and bent over him. Lips brushed dry and hot against Dean's belly as Jimmy gleefully fulfilled his promise, licking Dean clean, sucking red marks into his skin, tickling him with his tongue. Planting his feet on the bed, Cas lifted his knees up, raised his hips, and chased his climax with desperate, shallow thrusts into Dean's spent body. Weak giggles came from Dean, interrupted by twitches in exhausted limbs and whimpers of rippling, echoing pleasure
"Dean!"
Cas surged powerfully within him.
"Oh, Dean!"
Twitching thrusts and desperate, loud gasps marked Cas' orgasm as he spewed his load into Dean's channel, forcing a moan from Dean. Jimmy laughed appreciatively, licking the last of the come off Dean's belly, and sat up.
"Good times," Jimmy said, followed by the sound of his lips smacking. "You good, Cassie?" Vocal panting was the only answer. "May I have him now?" Jimmy's voice was hungry, and Dean caught a glimpse of blue eyes practically glowing with excitement and arousal.
Dean groaned.
"Ye…yeah," Cas managed.
Dean groaned again.
Hands seized Dean, manhandled him upright, dragged him off Cas' cock, streaking white liquid down his thigh where Cas' dick brushed against him.
"Okay with you, Dean?" A weak sound of agreement was the best Dean could conjure, at a loss as to what Jimmy had in mind. "Cas – you just keep doing what you're doing. Dean: on your knees." Obediently, Dean managed, with difficulty, to lift himself, straddle Cas once more, and await any clues of Jimmy's pleasure. Hands grasped his hips once more, lowered his body, guided him, and then his leaking hole was pressed against Jimmy's cock, and his body opened easily to the intrusion, slick with lube and come, prepared by fucking himself wide on Cas' cock, relaxed by his orgasm. Jimmy gave a shuddering groan as he steered Dean over him, around him, and Dean moaned weakly at the feeling of being filled again as his ass came to rest on Jimmy's thighs.
"Hope you don't expect me to do anything," Dean said gruffly, disproportionately proud of his ability to construct a coherent sentence. "Not sure I can move."
"You're perfect, Dean," Jimmy groaned. Fingers dug into Dean's hips bruisingly hard, holding him in place. Smoothly, easily, Jimmy cocked his hips back and slid nearly free of Dean's body and thrust back in swift and hard, flesh slapping on flesh as their bodies met once more. Both groaned simultaneously.
"Fuck, brother...that feels..." Jimmy snapped back and thrust again urgently, catching Dean by surprise, slamming again his prostate. Pleasure shuddered through Dean's body, and Jimmy didn't pause for an instant, thrusting again, again, a brisk rhythm. He fucked up into Dean's body with abandon so roughly that only the ample lubrication ensured that it felt good. And fuck did it feel good! Broken moans leaked from Dean; each new thrust wracked him with mind-numbing pleasure.
"…just like that…fucking Christ, Dean, my brother opened you real good…so good…" Dean's spine felt pliant and rubbery, his balance was shot, and it was all he could do to keep upright as Jimmy pounded into him again and again, muttering semi-incoherently, grunting and groaning the whole time. "...your fucking hand, Cas...geeze, right there, right fucking there..." It dawned on Dean's muddled thoughts that Jimmy was thrusting back as needily as he thrust forward, and Dean twisted and caught a glimpse of behind Jimmy's perfectly curved back: the intent expression on Cas' sweaty face, the tight dark nubs of Cas nipples, the movement of Cas hand as he fucked four damn fingers into his brother's ass. Jimmy jabbed a shoulder against Dean's, shifted Dean's weight forward, and the view was lost from Dean's sight. Another thrust penetrated Dean deeply, and he closed his eyes to bathe in pure sensation.
"…love getting you second…" Jimmy sounded half-delirious with pleasure. "...love it when you're fucked out…love watching you come...love giving you even more...all the pleasure you deserve...you fucking sex god...wanna give you more...wanna give you everything...Dean..."
Jimmy's cock jammed into his prostate and Dean's entire body quaked, his cock giving a pathetic attempt at thickening that caused it to flop and twitch against his thigh.
"...fuck, Dean..."
Dean groaned, sweat sliding their bodies together as easily as Jimmy's cock slid within his body. Jimmy's words gave way to heavy breathy as his movements grew jerkier, smaller and faster. Suddenly, Jimmy shoved Dean forward, allowed Dean to collapse against Cas' raised, bent knees. Jimmy leaned forward, planted his hands on the mattress on either side of Cas' legs, and switched to slow, deep strokes, filling Dean over and over again.
"Feels good," Dean breathed, tears in his eyes. He wrapped his hands around Cas' knees in a vain attempt to hold still against Jimmy's thrusts.
"Yeah," groaned Jimmy.
"Yeah," echoed Dean vaguely, rocking back against Jimmy, desperate for every lick of pleasure. "...feels so good when you use me…so good right now…"
"Good...like that...want you to..." Jimmy huffed a laugh against his back that Jimmy's pants rendered more like a choking sound. "Fuck…gonna come…gonna come…in your fucking gorgeous ass…Cassie's fingers in me…fuck…" With a ragged cry, Jimmy slammed hard into Dean and Dean fucking felt the pressure inside him increase as Jimmy's semen filled him in a thick burst. Dean moaned and rutted against Jimmy, milking him through his orgasm. Jimmy went limp against Dean's back with a deep groan, followed a moment later by a shocked gasp. "Cassie!"
Beneath them, Cas chuckled roughly.
It was easily a minute before Jimmy found it in himself to move and remove his increasingly limp dick from Dean's ass. Flopping over, Jimmy tipped sideways and fell to the bed with a sigh and a squeak of bedsprings, one of his legs sprawled over Cas' stomach. Dean followed suit, rolling limply off Cas' legs, the soft bedspread tickling his over-sensitized skin. He curled up, thighs to his stomach, simultaneously extremely proud of and mildly disgusted by the way thick liquid oozing out of his loose hole.
A hand fell on his side and his breath caught, his body twitched, his eyes flew open to show him an out-of-focus view of the quilting on the comforter.
"Hey, you okay?" asked Jimmy gently.
"That was fucking awesome," mumbled Dean.
The mattress bounced, weight lifted from nearby, and then Cas was in his field of vision, settling beside Dean, wrapping arms around Dean's waist, ignoring the way Dean's knees dug into Cas' stomach. Cas lay hands on Dean's shoulders and brushed a kiss over Dean's forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose, his lips.
"Was that good, Cas?"
"It was great," said Cas tenderly. "You know you're amazing, right?" Dean flushed and averted his eyes. Cas wiggled down on the bed until Dean had no choice but to meet the gorgeous blue staring at him with shocking intensity. "Utterly amazing."
Jimmy shimmied closer to Dean's back, and Dean relaxed, let his legs ease against the bed, let Cas cradle him close.
Home, with my boyfriends, in our bed, enjoying my relationship. He had just enough sense left to think that something about that thought should bother him, but it didn't. It sounded perfect.
"I know we need to talk," Dean's voice sounded weird in his own ears, his mouth fumbled over the familiar sounds. "I said morning…and it's morning…but can we sleep more?" His eyes slipped shut, and when he opened them again, Cas had shifted, had moved Dean's head to rest on his shoulder and was petting Dean's hair gently. Jimmy's damp forehead was pressed against his back, and Jimmy rubbed a thumb just above his belly button in a way that was bizarrely wonderful. "Sleep okay?"
"Yes, Dean," Cas kissed his nose again. What the hell? There was no anger in the thought, though, just exhausted bemusement. "Sleep now. We'll talk later."
Unlike the night before, as Dean drifted off there were no last thoughts, no parting concerns, not a single thing to distract him except for peace and serenity. Everything was alright.
Chapter 2 will be the plotty bits. ;) Probably not more smut? But I don't know, I haven't written it yet, or particularly thought about it.
Note that it'll probably be a few days before the second chapter is up, I have company for the weekend. :)