The scent of old straw, dust and the lingering scents of cows and horses lingered in the stale, dusty air of the barn as Dean led the way up the ladder towards the hay loft, suspended on a mezzanine floor above the main area of the barn. Castiel followed his lover, despite the fact he could fly up there under his own power, deciding instead to do it the human way for once.
He joined Dean in the hay loft, pleasantly warm and dry from the cold, driving rain outside, dust tickling in their noses from where their feet moved in the piles of straw surrounding their feet. Castiel watched, gaze fixed on Dean as the hunter moved in, closed the gap between them, eyes hooded with intent as he curled his fingers around Castiel's chin and crowded the angel's body, his personal space. The angel didn't step away; instead, as always, he welcomed Dean's close proximity, enjoyed it, loved the feel of him so close to him and the scent of him nearby. He allowed the hunter to ease him to the floor, mewling in arousal when Dean laid partially on top of him.
Dean's lips were firm and hot against Castiel's mouth, insistent tongue begging entrance to the angel's mouth and swiftly gaining it from his lover. Dean's hands pawed uselessly at Castiel's chest, his shoulders, his abdomen, sliding into Castiel's pants and making the angel murmur his aroused pleasure at the insistent contact.
Dean unbuckled Castiel's belt, unzipped his pants, peeling them away from slender hips as the angel lifted his ass from the straw filled floor, letting Dean gain better access to his body, to undress him. The angel's moans purled from ripe lips, eyes fluttering open, then closed once more at the feel of Dean's hands pushing his boxers free, angelic erection springing free to curl towards his shirt clad abdomen.
"Dean," Castiel purred, voice husky with his need for the hunter, turning Dean on still further.
Dean looked down into Castiel's trusting blue gaze, so deep whenever they looked at him, seemingly filled with the sights of stars and all the Heavens trapped deep within his gaze. They were depthless, hypnotic, promising all the world to Dean and only him if he wanted it. Castiel himself was Dean's world and he had no need for anything else or anyone else
He leant in, nuzzling against the angel's neck and enjoying the purrs of pleasure rumbling in Castiel's throat, as Dean sucked a bruise in tender flesh, fragile skin, not caring if each and every mark he made upon Castiel was seen by the world. He continued to bite and suckle at Castiel's flesh, smiled when Castiel cradled his head with one slender hand, tilting his head back still further to give Dean better access to him.
The hunter continued to suckle and lave at bruises already in place, felt his dick grow harder still against his jeans, begging to be freed, needing release and to come inside Castiel. He moaned when the angel stroked his fingers through the hunter's hair, fingertips tickling against the nape of Dean's neck and sending pleasurable thrills and chills through his muscular body.
Castiel turned his face towards Dean's as best he could, lips pressing against one of Dean's closed eyes in a gentle, tickling kiss, making Dean moan loudly, a muffled noise against Castiel's neck. He pulled away, eyes still closed, lips parted, need evident in his huffing breath squeezing from his mouth and Castiel leant in, claimed a sloppy kiss from his lover's mouth gently, tongues reaching and playing with each other and quickly turning the kiss dirty and wet, breath blasting from their mouths as Castiel writhed against Dean trying for friction and receiving it in the form of Dean rutting his still jean clad hips against his own. Dean moaned at the prolonged contact, counter-pointing Castiel's higher whines of need whirling through the air.
Castiel complained when Dean drew away, grabbing for him with sweaty hands as Dean knelt between his spread legs, patting Castiel's chest gently and soothing him with warm noises from his mouth.
"Shh, sweetheart, I'll be back. I'm just taking my jeans off," the hunter soothed, before getting to his feet and unbuckling, unzipping his jeans to push them to his ankles.
In his haste he almost fell when he tried to kick his boots off with his jeans hobbling his ankles, only just saving himself from a straw filled embarrassing tumble with hastily windmilling arms and a string of loud curses. Castiel stood, kicked his own shoes and pants away, before kneeling in front of his lover, intense blue eyes turned up to meet Dean's.
"Stay still, Dean," Castiel commanded, gruff voice rough with his intent, brows furrowed as though he expected Dean to argue.
Surprisingly Dean stayed still, waited as Castiel eased his boots off one by one, lifting his feet to step from his jeans and watching as Castiel pushed them all out of the way. The angel scooted forward on his knees, licking his lips in small kittenish laps and making Dean hold his breath momentarily as the angel leant in, nuzzling Dean's erection through the flimsy material of his boxers. Dean groaned, naked, aching need apparent in his tone as he felt Castiel's hot breath playing over his skin, blasting from nostrils and mouth alike. The angel inhaled sharply, scenting Dean's arousal and taking it into himself. His mouth closed around the head of Dean's cock, tongue lapping experimentally at it through the cotton confines of Dean's underwear, tasting the salty pre cum staining the front of his boxers and lapping it back eagerly.
His mouth drew on Dean's cock, pulled it in as far as he could take it, cotton boxers becoming damper with his warm wet mouth and tongue lapping at Dean's cock. Dean cried out, fingers digging and twisting through Castiel's hair, onto his still coat clad shoulders, cried out again when Castiel finally freed his dick and sucked him back properly, cheeks hollowing out around Dean's thick shaft.
Dean whimpered, moans almost lost in the constrictions pulling his throat taut and he relished the feel of Castiel's mouth wrapped snug and wet around his cock, lips moving over his erection as Castiel moaned and purred against his stiff member. Castiel's name became a breathy chant caught in Dean's throat and he started moving his hips in time with his lover's bobbing head, fucking his dick into Castiel's eager mouth gently. Dean rested his hand on the back of the angel's dark haired head, as Castiel changed the angle slightly, taking Dean deeper still and swallowing around Dean's head erratically.
Dean's back arched and his vision blanked out for the briefest of moments, pure bliss beginning to coil through him as his orgasm started gathering speed through his body, threatening to spill out in ragged screams and thick ropes. Before he found release, however, Castiel pulled away, a gleaming glint in his eye that would have looked like pure evil intent in anyone else, yet made Castiel look strangely mischievous.
"You feathered son of a bitch," Dean gasped out, feeling uncomfortable and deprived of climax by the almost beaming angel still kneeling at his feet. "Just finish what you started, Cas, damn you. I feel like I'm freaking dying here."
Castiel huffed out a whispering laugh, almost lost in the sharp whinny coming from one of the horses below, yet neither of the two lovers took any notice. All they had eyes and attention for was each other, their need and desire for one another. Castiel laid back against the nearest pile of straw, legs spread wide, knees pulled up invitingly, baring his ass for Dean. His dick bobbed with every movement that he made, and Dean licked his lips, tried to swallow but his throat was too dry.
Castiel remained quiet, silent, but his expression and the way he was laying spoke volumes for him. Dean knelt between his legs, felt the heavy material of Castiel's coat beneath his knees protecting him from the scratchy strew beneath the angel's half naked body. Castiel smiled when Dean stroked his fingers across his hole, green eyes stretching wide as he looked down upon the angel laying spread wide before him. Castiel had come prepared, hole already slick with lube in preparation for Dean.
The hunter gave Castiel a lazy, appreciative smile before spitting on his palm and smoothing his saliva over his erection, groaning at the feel of his fingers playing over taut skin. When he was satisfied he was prepared enough he covered Castiel's body with his own, felt the angel draw his legs closer around Dean's body, heels pressing against Dean's naked ass eagerly. Dean eased into his lover painfully slow, wanting to take it faster but too mindful of hurting his lover otherwise. Finally he was fully sheathed inside Castiel and their hips rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, Castiel rising and falling to meet Dean whenever the hunter withdrew.
Dean loved the feel of Castiel beneath him, surrounding him, so responsive and eager beneath him, loved the sounds wringing from Castiel's mouth as his lips parted, eyes closed. In that one instant, the angel looked deceptively fragile and stripped bare of anything except unadulterated pleasure, a vessel for rapture. Dean started thrusting harder into Castiel's body, grunting with exertion as Castiel writhed beneath him, hands, heels pressing against Dean's body and encouraging him onto greater efforts. Finally Castiel came, crying out Dean's name .
Dean felt Castiel's orgasm ripple through his body, tightening the angel's tight channel still further around his dick and Dean shuddered, hips bucking wildly against his lover's as he released his spend inside Castiel, thick strands of his come spurting deep inside his lover, whimpers of Castiel's name muffled against the angel's shoulder as he leant in.
Finally, their bodies stopped writhing, laying still upon the straw strewn floor, the only sound now being the rain still spattering against the roof above their heads. The wind picked up its intense howl outside, but neither Dean nor Castiel took any notice; too intent on each other to pay close attention to anything else.
If they had paid attention, if they'd but looked down to the floor below them where they lay upon the mezzanine floor, they would have seen a small, lone figure first staring up at them, watching them, before flitting out the main door, into the rain, the wind, the storm driven night outside ...
-TBC-