(Author's Note: I was not planning to add another chapter to this story, but here we are. Part two. What can I say? I'm a sucker for good reviews. :) oh, and uh, Warning: smutty smut ahead.)
Part II
Castiel always believed that he was in control of his vessel. Now, however, he realized it was acting on it's own. He looked back up at Dean in worry.
"What's happening to me?" he asked.
Dean held up his index finger as he held the phone to his ear.
"Yeah, Sam," he began, pacing slowly in front of Cas, "I forgot to tell you the bathroom is out of TP...What? No, I'm not going to the front desk to get more. Can you just go get some?...I understand that, but...Sam. Just go back. And could you get some more pie, too?"
Cas's eyes met Dean's when he said the word pie, and an almost sinful grin was on his lips. Cas gulped, noticing his mouth was dry.
"Okay. Thanks...What kind? Cherry, of course," Dean smirked, "...yeah...sure. Bye."
Dean pressed another button on his device before putting it back in his pocket. Castiel froze as Dean returned to him, placing both hands on his shoulders. He gently pushed Castiel, making him step back until his legs hit the side of the bed. Dean then shoved him to sit.
Castiel watched Dean sit beside him, before looking back to his pants. Blood continued to pump faster towards this area of his body.
"It's okay, Cas,"
Castiel turned his attention back up to Dean. There was a look in Dean's eyes Castiel never saw before; an underlying intensity mixed with passion. Cas felt one of his hands slowly come to rest on his leg. He then peered down at the tan skin on him, wondering why it caused an electric jolt to his system.
"What's happening?" Cas asked again, this time almost breathless.
"Your body...vessel, whatever...it's telling you something," Dean answered, slowly leaning forward.
"Telling me what?" Cas asked, watching Dean's mouth come closer to his own.
"Now that you've tried the pie, it wants to know what sex tastes like."
Their mouths met again. This time, Castiel copied Dean's movements; making his tongue slide against Dean's. His eyes fluttered shut as he allowed himself to be fully engaged in the act. Dean responded in earnest, letting a small sigh escape his nose. The sound sent yet another pulse to Castile's lap. He pulled away to speak.
"Dean," he panted, looking down.
He didn't have to say anymore. Dean's hands were suddenly unbuckling the belt on Cas's waist. Cas found it growing difficult to breathe, his heart continuing to pound as he watched. Once the belt was open, he moved to undo his pants. Castiel could feel Dean's hands brushing against something sensitive through the fabric. Each time, more pulses shot to the area.
When there was enough access, Dean reached passed all the layers of fabric to grasp the throbbing member with his entire hand. Castiel gasped, his own hands instantly clutching the bed. The feeling was nearly indescribable. Dean grinned as he pulled the shaft out into the open, which allowed Castiel to see it for the first time. It appeared to be as stiff as it felt.
Castiel brought his eyes up to Dean's. Dean was clearly enjoying his reaction to his touch. Castiel continued to pant, his body wanting Dean to satisfy this urge he couldn't understand.
Dean's hands suddenly left him. He reached for the nightstand, opening the drawer to pull out a tube. Castiel watched him squeeze some of the contents into his hand.
"Good thing I still carry this around," he muttered, reaching for Cas with the same hand.
Castiel felt the organ twitch in approval as Dean's slick hand returned to it. He couldn't stop the small groan that escaped his mouth. The lights in the room flickered with the sound. Dean paused and glanced around. Castiel was a bit preoccupied with Dean's touch.
Ignoring the lights, Dean used his free hand to turn Cas's face toward him. He crushed his lips to Cas's again, sliding his hand slowly up and down. Castiel found it hard to function, feeling all of this at once. He found he wanted Dean to go faster and grip him tighter, but he also wanted to keep tasting his mouth that still possessed a hint of cherry.
As if he could read his mind, Dean began to move faster. Castiel tried his best to keep his celestial power with in his vessel, but the lights began to flicker again. He knew his being was the cause. Dean noticed again, pulling away to look up though he kept his hand moving.
"Dean," Castiel panted, reaching up to clutch Dean's arm tightly, "please..."
Castiel wasn't sure what he was begging for, but Dean seemed to understand. He quickened his pace, returning his lips to Cas's. Castiel could feel something happening; the pleasure mounting. He felt the urge to thrust into Dean's hand, wanting to reach the summit of this mountainous high his body was experiencing.
The light on the ceiling in the kitchen popped, and the light above them intensified, illuminating their embrace. Castiel could no longer keep his mouth joined with Dean's. He panted instead, nearing the height of ecstasy.
"Dean," Cas moaned, his voice catching in his throat.
Castiel gripped onto Dean's arm tighter as he felt himself finally reach the climax. It was as if Dean was the only thing holding him to the earth; as if he had returned to Heaven if only for a brief moment, and Dean was there with him.
The light above them finally burst. When Castiel was able to open his eyes, the room was quite dark. He looked at Dean's darkened face. His expression was caught between surprise and longing. Castiel calmed his breathing as Dean let go of him.
"I thought my orgasms were intense," Dean said quietly, "but they've got nothing on yours."
Castiel looked down. He could faintly see, in the dark, that both of them were speckled with white fluid. Was he the cause of the mess? He felt bad.
"Sorry," Cas said, his head feeling light.
"N – no, it's okay. That's supposed to happen. The lights, however, usually stay intact," Dean smiled.
Castiel gave a nod before leaning forward to press his mouth to Dean's again.
"You're wrong, Dean," he said.
"About what?"
"Sex is...beyond any doubt...better than pie," he stated.
Dean chuckled quietly.
"You might be right about that," he smiled, reaching up to touch Cas's face, "'Cause now I'm the one pitching a tent."
