Dean stirred his cup of coffee absentmindedly as he stared out of the kitchen window, watching the rain fall heavily from the sky, to patter against the ground and form great puddles in the too soft ground. He sighed, before dropping his spoon into the sink and taking a sip of his coffee.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed as the still too hot liquid burnt his mouth, leaving it tingly, sore and tender.
He put the coffee aside with a bad tempered frown at the still steaming liquid, as though the coffee were at fault that he'd taken a sip too early without waiting for it to cool sufficiently. He sighed, scrubbed at his eyes with the flat of his palm wearily, still feeling weary and tired from the night before. Despite the fact that he'd gotten enough sleep the night before, he still felt tired and a little washed out. He'd been hoping that the coffee would help him to wake, but it seemed as though that pleasure would have to wait for the time it took to cool sufficiently enough to drink.
He sighed again, turned his face to the ceiling as he heard movement overhead, turned back to the window when the pattering of the rain grew steadily stronger, hammering against the glass as though trying to force its way in. He shuddered, scrubbed at his arms and huddled beneath the confines of his t shirt despite the comparative warmth inside the house.
He looked over his shoulder when he heard the faint rustle of wings behind him, felt the familiar presence of Castiel standing behind him and turned fully to face his lover - his husband - more fully. Castiel's head was tilted to the side, gaze travelling over Dean's body as though regarding him, before he smiled tenderly at Dean.
"Hello, Dean," he said, familiar deep voice a comfort on such an uninviting day. "You're up early. "
"I couldn't sleep; I was still thinking about those zombies from last evening. I also noticed you weren't in bed and I came down, hoped I'd find you in here," Dean murmured, keeping his voice pitched low so as not to disturb anyone else in the house. "Then I made coffee - "
He broke his own sentence off, distracted by Castiel moving closer to him, one hand reaching to caress Dean's lips gently with the pad of his thumb. Dean winced at the feel of the angel against his burnt skin, even though his touch had been as light as the feathers that graced his wings. Castiel gave him a questioning look, as though demanding what had done this to his lover.
"The coffee, Cas," Dean explained with a gentle smile. "I burnt my lip on the coffee. It was too hot."
Castiel grunted, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss upon Dean's mouth, warmth spreading out and over Dean's mouth and taking the pain of the burn away. Dean's hand trailed over Castiel's body, laced at the back of his neck and kept him in place long after the healing had stopped, needing the kiss to make him feel better within himself once more. Castiel's slender hands rested gently upon his hips, framing his body with warm strength, thumbs tracing over the line of Dean's hip bones as they plunged into his boxers.
Dean's body reacted to the intimate contact and the closeness of his husband, dick stiffening against Castiel's thigh as a low murmur trickled from his mouth and into the angel's. Castiel's lips were soft and warm against his own, pliant and silken as they moved against his, comforting and tender in all the right places, suffusing Dean with warmth and love. Castiel was purring continuously, obviously enjoying the kiss and the contact with Dean as much as Dean himself was.
The kiss ended and Dean nuzzled Castiel's neck, head buried against the angel's shoulder as Castiel held him in tender arms, chin resting upon Dean's shoulder as they held each other. Dean sighed, content to remain in his husband's arms, loved how safe he made him feel, how loved with even the slightest of touches. He didn't feel that with anyone else; at least not to the same degree. Of course, they had Elisha, Caelum, the twins and Sam and Bobby were always there, but it was to Castiel Dean usually turned to for warmth and comfort.
Castiel turned his head slightly, pressed soft, lingering lips against Dean's cheek, inhaling the night darkened scents of his skin and lapping slightly at his skin gently with the tip of his tongue. Dean chuckled slightly at the tickling sensations that coursed through him, eyes opening to stare blindly at the far wall. He loved quiet moments like this, and never seemed to get enough of them or as many as he truly wanted. The regularity of them - or rather not in their case - made it seem all the more special and worth cherishing.
Finally, Castiel drew away from him, liquid blue eyes resting upon Dean's face, watching him quietly as Dean returned to his coffee, now cool enough to drink without fear of burning his mouth. Dean suddenly put aside the mug and pulled another from the cupboard and passed it to Castiel with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, do you want a coffee?" Dean asked, speaking for the first time in a while.
"Yes, please, Dean. Thank you," Castiel surprisingly said, staring down at his mug as though the porcelain item would rear up and bite him.
Dean noticed this and huffed out a laugh, lopsided smile brightening his face as looked upon his lover tenderly. He cupped Castiel's cheek momentarily before spooning fragrant spoonfuls of rich coffee granules into Castiel's mug, adding water, milk, sugar to the drink. Castiel passed a hand over it, setting the temperature just right and lifted the mug to his plump lips gently. Dean leant back and watched him, arms crossed over his chest as Castiel frowned at the coffee, mouth downturned as though something was wrong.
"More sugar?" Dean asked, received a nod in return before heaping another two spoonfuls into his lover's mug.
Their matching rings gleamed in the light as lightning struck outside, flaring against every other metal surface in the room and setting things to rattling with the resounding thunderclap. Neither Dean nor Castiel flinched, just turned to stare out at the terrible weather outside, bodies nestled close to one another and stealing each other's warmth. Dean was the first to move, raising Castiel's hand to his lips and kissing his knuckles, the wedding band circling his finger, before he stared in wonder at the significance of the band.
Castiel watched him, full lips narrowed as he stared curiously at his lover. Dean's eyes flickered up to meet Castiel's, before he smiled reassuringly at the angel. Castiel smiled slightly back, eyes warming as he saw nothing but pure love in Dean's eyes and he relaxed more fully into Dean's arms.
"I never thought I'd ever get married, you know, Cas," Dean observed, voice thoughtful, far from regretful under the current circumstances.
He bent and kissed Castiel's knuckles once more before rubbing at the skin lightly with the pad of his thumb gently, before he opened his mouth to speak once more.
"I don't regret it, Cas, before you ask. I just thought Id be the last person to settle down with anyone," he said, making the angel smile grow broader, softening the lines of his solemn face as he stared adoringly at the hunter.
"I'm glad you did, Dean," Castiel murmured gently, before leaning in to kiss his lover gently.
"So am I," the hunter replied, lips finding Castiel's once more, eyes closing as they kissed gently, mouths moving one against the other in soft movements.
Dean felt Castiel's body mold against his own, solid lines forming into one warm statue as the lightning raged outside like demons trying to smite their way in. Dean didn't care whether it really was demons; all he could see, feel and taste was Castiel against him, his soft mouth responsive against his own and the feel of Castiel's erection hard against Dean's own hard dick.
The hunter murmured in arousal, panting slightly against Castiel's lips when the angel pulled away slightly, before he felt Castiel's hands upon his hips, twisting him away from he angel's body. Dean resisted at first, finally moving when he saw the lust, the full blown arousal darkening Castiel's eyes, his surprisingly strong and slender hands easing him over the side of the of the counter, ass turned out towards the kitchen.
Dean whimpered, arousal baking off his skin as he felt his husband's long fingers grappling with his boxers, pulling the dark material away and dragging against his cock until it sprung free, bobbing up towards his t shirt clad abdomen. He felt Castiel's body fit against his own, as the angel leant in, dick hard against the hunter's ass as Castiel pressed a wet kiss to the nape of Dean's neck. The hunter felt the angel's own boxers wet with pre-cum, felt the gasps dragging in his throat and hitching his chest as Castiel started rutting against him eagerly, cock rubbing against Dean's body in erratic jerks.
Dean's hands grappled against the worksurface, trying to find purchase and almost knocking over his coffee mug in the process, body jerking beneath the onslaught of Castiel's rutting body. Dean cried out, tried to wrap fingers around his erection but the angle of his body against the side prevented easy access
"Please, Cas," Dean whined, turning as much as could to face his lover still thrusting behind him. "Please, just fuck me properly."
Castiel stopped rutting with an effort, eyes swallowed by the darkness of his pupils as he leant against Dean's back. His breath was hot and damp against the sweat soaked fabric of Dean's t shirt and Dean moaned.
Castiel moved, finally undressed and watched as Dean walked to the bedroom, fetched the lube from the bedside cabinet and returned to the kitchen to find Castiel still standing there, naked body glistening with the flares of lightning flickering outside . stiff dick flushed and arching up towards his abdomen. Dean closed the distance between them, pressed the lube into Castiel's clutching hand, gazes locked as they stared at each other silently. The hunter returned to his previous position, ass presented to Castiel as he spread his legs wider.
He whimpered at the first feel of Castiel's slick fingers playing with his hole, stroking around the tight ring of muscles and rubbing at the puckered ring until Dean begged him to do something to go faster still. Dean murmured, breath hitching in his throat as he felt Castiel's finger ease inside him, stretching him wide and loose in preparation for taking Castiel himself. Dean's body rocked back onto the angel's hand, eyes blind and staring at nothing, feeling nothing but the heat from Castiel and the feel of his finger loosening him.
Castiel listened to the sounds of arousal falling from Dean's lips, smiled as Dean whined when his fingers were finally pulled away, before Castiel slicked his erection with the lube and positioned himself at Dean's hole eagerly. He felt the hunter's body stiffen at the first intrusion of Castiel's thick shaft inside him and the angel waited until Dean relaxed beneath him, allowing him to push further in until he was fully sheathed inside his lover. Castiel moaned raggedly at the warm feel of Dean's tight channel surrounding him and stayed there motionless, enjoying Dean and the feel of him, until Dean complained, pushed back onto his dick still further in an attempt to get him to move.
Slowly, Castiel started thrusting into Dean. movements erratic at first until their bodies found their natural rhythm, moving sinuously in time against the work surface, the lightning and thunder providing the perfect back drop for their increasingly frantic love making. Dean's body jarred against the hard surface beneath him, but he barely felt anything bar the pleasure that Casstiel was giving him, the feel of Castiel moving slickly inside him, crown of his cock hitting against his prostate in slow, and certain strokes.
Dean's eyes closed, then opened, fixed upon his wedding band nestled on his finger, continued staring as Castiel's hand reached around his body and wrapped around Dean's dick hungrily. Dean cried out - yes - as his body jerked back onto Castiel's thick shaft, then forward into the tight circle of the angel's long fingers, receiving pleasure from two places at once. Castiel's thrusts became more urgent when he saw where Dean was looking, wrist snapping urgently against Dean's cock, loving the feel of him in his hand, the comforting weight of his shaft against his palm. He pounded into Dean, felt his orgasm pooling in his abdomen and tightening his balls until he gave in, let it crash right through him and he spurted thick strands of his release inside his husband with a scream of Dean's name directed at the ceiling.
Dean felt the thick wetness of Castiel's release spurting inside him, felt the inescapable force of the angel's hand circling and pulling at his dick, imagined the look upon his face as he climaxed and he came, strands of his thick come coating Castiel's hand and splashing against the cupboard door in front of him as he moaned loudly and raggedly for Castiel. Castiel's soft member plopped free of Dean's ass and the angel pressed another warm, wet, tender kiss to Dean's neck, before helping the hunter to stand.
Dean leant in, claimed a sloppy kiss from Castiel's pliant, responsive mouth, both standing half naked in the kitchen, hands pawing and groping at each other's bodies messily. The sound of thunder reverberated through the house, but as before, the two lovers took no notice, too engrossed in each other to care about outside influences.
Finally Dean pulled away, breath harsh and stolen from him by Castiel's heady kisses, before he leant his forehead against the angel's, gaze locked on Castiel's kiss swollen, reddened mouth. Castiel waited, eyes staring at Dean, hands resting gently against the hunter's ass, fingers caressing against bare skin. Dean smiled at the contact, felt the cool metal of Castiel's wedding band pass and sweep against his skin and kissed his lover quickly.
"Let's go back to bed," Dean said, with a mischievous smile up at Castiel, who looked vaguely amused by the hunter's offer.
He gave one of his slow deliberate nods, before allowing Dean to lead him from the kitchen and back upstairs. Both knew that it wouldn't be to sleep, at least not in the traditional sense and not for quite some time ....
-tbc-