I'm the one who said 15 minutes and I am the one who is late. Shit. Dean rushes to the on-call room opening the door and shutting it behind him. The room was pitch black and pin drop silent.
Dean groans into his hands, "What was I thinking, of course he didn't come."
He hears the turning of the lock behind him. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," a familiar low voice amused from behind him.
"Son of a—." Dean jumps around to face the voice.
Castiel flicks on the light and crosses his arms while leaning against the door with a flirty smirk on his face. Dean shifted from one foot to the other while he nervously laughs. He squeaks suddenly when he feels a tug on his tie and instantly he is against the door as Castiel is tugging the lab coat off his shoulders. Castiel grinds his hips against Dean's when they lock lips together. The lab coat falls on the ground as Castiel sucks on Dean's lips with unerring precision. Fuck, this is better than I imagined, was Dean's last thought before he melts into Castiel's lips. Castiel's hands were fast at work at loosing Dean's tie. Dean's hands slide up Castiel's arms, grumbling an impatient sound because of the lab coat and shirt was in the way of him touching Castiel's skin.
Scrambling at the fabric between them, Dean parts lips for Castiel's tongue. He hoped that maybe if he gave what Castiel wanted then Castiel would give him what he wanted. Castiel shoves Dean's shirt off and presses his hand on Dean's back and urges him forward. Dean lets Castiel sweep his mouth with his tongue as if he was claiming Dean as his own, and that shouldn't make Dean hard but he couldn't help it.
Castiel breaks their lips apart receiving a groan from Dean. His free hand throws Dean's loose tie over Dean's right shoulder. Then, he presses light kisses in the crook of Dean's neck while his hand strokes down his abdomen. Dean gasps at Castiel's touch and pulls at the lab coat.
"Not yet, Winchester." Castiel chuckles against Dean's collar bone.
"Cas, please." Dean moaned.
Castiel paused on Dean's jaw. "Cas?" He questions.
Shit. Dean squeezes his eyes shut. "I-I mean—" He starts but Cas abruptly crashes his lips against his. Dean melts into the kiss and cups his hand around Cas'ss jaw.
Breaking apart, Cas smiles. "Cas, I like it." He pants. Dean felt his trousers tighten to the sound of Cas's voice.
Feeling Dean's aroused state; Cas grabs the tie and pulls Dean to the bed and drops him down. Dean grabs Cas's hips and pulls him towards him.
"Eager," Cas says. There was something dark and approving in his eyes and it makes Dean make a pathetic sound in the back of his throat.
Smirking, Cas climbs over Dean placing his knees on either side of Dean. He strokes up Dean's chest and comes down to place his lips right next to his ear.
"How about we tie you up." Cas says as an order more than a question. Immediately, Dean lifts his hips up in response.
Cas sits up while pulling Dean's tie off smoothly. He grabs both of Dean's hands and uses the tie to bind them to the metal railing on headboard of the bed. Getting up, Cas places his foot on the ground and his knee between Dean's legs. He plants a soft kiss on Dean's lips then trails down his jaw and neck with light pecks. When Cas reaches Dean's nipple, he teases it with his tongue.
"Damn it, Cas." Dean groans. Dean's body is shaking with the effort of him laying still. He looks down to see Cas looking up at him with those bright blue eyes. A tint of mischievous passes through Cas's eyes and a surge of electricity passes through Dean's body as Cas nibbles on Dean's nipple grinning up at him. Dean grabs the cold metal railing as he grinds his hips up into Cas's thigh.
"Fuck—" Dean whined. "Fuck me. Please."
Cas smiled again, mouthing kissing down Dean's abdomen. His hands fumble with Dean's belt and swipes it out of the belt loops in one swift move.
"Fuck, Ca—" Dean begins to say but Cas shoves the belt into his mouth to say any further.
"Shut up, Dean." He growls. "Relax and enjoy the ride." Each kiss got closer to his groin. Dean throws his head back and gasps when Cas hits a soft spot near his v-line. Knowing he hit the right spot, Cas sucks on it making Dean shiver with pleasure. Dean was afraid that he would come with out his dick being touched. This guy was better than good. Dean couldn't process what was going on. He came into this room expecting no one or even if Cas was here that nothing like this was going to happen. Damn, Sam is going to kill me if he finds out. Dean thinks back to his past male relationships, he always came out unsatisfied and this time, all the attention was on him.
A sudden rush of cold hits Dean's groin and thigh. Cas took his trousers and boxers off with on swift pull. Somewhere between the door and the bed, his shoes lie on the cold tile ground. It's only been a few minutes and Dean didn't even know how he got from fully dressed to be tied up to a bed and exposed to this new doctor. Not that he was complaining, but he feared on the future relationship between him and this doctor.
Cas feels Dean stiffen up from under him. He cups Dean's jaw, taking the belt out of Dean's mouth he tenderly kisses his lips. He breaks the kiss apart but keeping the contact with their forehead's intact.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Cas whispers. Dean's tension eases out of his body.
Shaking his head, "No, I'm ready." Dean replies with a steady voice. Cas smiles and places another kiss on Dean's lips.
He nudges Dean's legs apart with his knee. "Relax," he says reaching into his lab coat pocket to bring out a bottle of lube. Dean wants to ask where he got the time to get lube, but Cas's other hand skims down the innermost part of Dean's thigh.
As Cas applies a generous amount of lube to his fingers, he asks, "I'm going to ask you a question later and you have to answer before you are allowed come. Understand?"
"Y-yes." Dean impatiently mutters. He just wants Cas inside of him.
Cas draws a slick finger up the crack of Dean's ass making Dean shiver before pressing into it. Cas shakes his head in amusement. His finger dances across Dean's skin, skimming, circling his hole, and the more Cas teases Dean, the harder it get for Dean to shut his mouth.
"Damn it Cas." Dean pleads, "Please. Fuck—"
In a heart stopping moment, Cas's finger finally nudges his entrance. He pauses and, Dean who is terrified that Cas was going to pull out looks up at him with. There is a half-smile tugging at Cas's lips that suggests he's having fun watching Dean squirm underneath him, but he pushes the finger in receiving a grateful sigh of relief from Dean. Now that Cas has gotten down to business, he doesn't waste time and quickly adds his second finger. Dean slightly smiles because this is exactly how he likes it: two fingers, the burn just right, and a man with crystal blue eyes. He wonders if Cas would be eager to keeping doing this in the future or is this only a one-time thing for him. In the midst of Dean's internal monologue, Cas bends his head, catching the tip of Dean's erection between his lips, and Dean's ability to think any further stops.
Dean wasn't sure what to concentrate on. The harsh thrust of Cas's fingers or the soft sucking and tentative licks on his dick. He would first focus on the tongue then Cas's fingers would twist and press, making him chock on his breath. Cas laughs around Dean's dick, amused by Dean's predicament. Dean is afraid he won't last; afraid that he's going to come any second and that will break Cas's command to not come until he tells him too. He doesn't want Cas to stop but he needs to. He needs to feel more of Cas's skin and he makes a pitiful sound in the back of his throat.
Cas responds to Dean's plead with a hard thrust with his fingers and removes them to wrap around Dean's Dick. He strokes Dean's dick as he explores Dean's inner thigh with his other hand.
"Cas—" Dean whimpers.
"Shhh…" Cas shushes. He listens and pulls back, Dean's left feeling empty and untouched. Cas climbs off the bed so he can strip is clothes off. Once Cas is naked and back on the bed, he grabs a condom out of his lab coat's pocket and throws the coat behind him. After he preps himself up, he drags the tip of his cock across the rim of Dean's hole.
"Fuck-" Dean's entire body shudders. Meeting Cas's first thrust, a groan spills from his lips.
"You still can't come yet." Cas filthily laughs. "Not until you give me three spinal defects that come with exaggerated curvatures."
"What-" Dean goes to ask but is interrupted by Cas wrapping his had around his dick and fisting it in time with his thrusts.
Shit, Think Dean. He tells himself. Dean pulls at the tie when Cas thrusts into him again. His rhythm is insistent and nailing Dean's prostate every time. With all this pleasure building under his skin, the desperate strain of his erecting, and the bruises Cas's fingers are going to leave, it was hard for him to focus on remember names of spinal defects. What kind of messed up kink is this? Damnit.
The next time Cas bottoms out, he doesn't pull out right away, instead he leans his mouth right next to Dean's ear, "Answer before I come or you don't get to."
As he tries to remember the answer, Cas spreads his legs wider. "Kyphosis." Dean gasps out as one of Cas's fingers circles Dean's stretched out hole. It's a break from the fucking like Cas is letting him think about the answer but before Dean could gather his thoughts Cas nudges the rim, like he would try to fit his finger in there too.
Dean's body tightens at the thought, and Cas takes advantage of this sensation and drives his hips in deeper. Cas gives Dean a wicked smile and slips in his finger right next to his dick.
Dean screams out, "Lordosis!" He throws his head back and feels heat collect in his body. Just as he is about to let go, Cas wraps his fingers around the base of his dick.
"One more. Just one more, Dean."
"It's…it's…" Dean closes his eyes trying to concentrate on anything but the growing sensation in his body. "It's scoliosis."
Cas leans down and leaves a chaste kiss on Dean's lips. "Good." He lets go of Dean's dick and takes his finger and his own dick out of Dean. He starts fisting himself as he swallows Dean. Thrusting his hips deeper into Cas's mouth, Dean loudly moans as the looks down to see Cas's mesmerizing blue eyes peering at him through his dark eyelashes. Fuck. He barely knew they guy and he knew he wanted to be fucked by him every night for the rest of his life.
With that final thought, Dean comes into Cas's mouth and relaxes back into the hospital bed. Cas swallows the last of Dean and reaches up letting Dean taste himself in his mouth. Whilst Dean explored Cas's mouth, Cas came on Dean's abdomen with a deep groan that vibrated through his body and into Deans.
With one final peck on Dean's lips, his hands were untied from the metal post. Just as he was about to pull Cas down, a pager started beeping.
"I guess that's my queue." Cas smiles.
"Wait, no." Dean scrambles up and grabs Cas's waist to inhibit him from leaving. Realizing what he did, Dean nervously laughs. "I mean, we-we haven't finished."
"We'll have time later." Cas laughs. "Come on, I have a patient."
"Later?"
Cas's face drops, "Unless you don't want too."
"What? No. I mean. Yes." Dean responded quickly.
"Thought so." Cas smirks. "If you're done supervising. May I go now?"
Dean lets go of Cas and watches him scramble on his cloths and with a wink he leaves the On-Call room. Dean plops down on the uncomfortable bed and sighs. "Damn. This year just got a lot more exciting."
