Author's Note
I've got a lot of ideas for the development of this fanfiction which is exciting :D at the moment it's just me writing this, and at some point my co-writer will come into the play but I have no idea when. She tends to leave me to my own devices but always helps to bounce ideas for plots and stories.
Anyway. I think I'm going to be adding lyrics to the update mainly cos I've realised it helps me concentrate :D
The one I used for this update
Artist: Citizen Cope
Song: Holdin' On
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-Jess
I have been wanting you for so long
I have been wanting you for so long (so long)
I been down
I been down a different road
I been out
I have been out of control
Girl, when you touch me back
Yeah, yeah
I get my senses back
Yeah
Girl, when you touch me back
Yeah, yeah
I get my senses back
Yeah
"I missed you."
Castiel barely heard the three words as Dean thrust into his body in such a manner he saw stars, deep down he wanted to say the same but something stopped him. Castiel's head fell back against whatever hard surface Dean was fucking him on. Somehow their meeting by what Dean thought to be chance, but ended up with Castiel being honest and saying he had been looking for him resulted in regularly meetings for several bouts of excruciatingly hot primal sex. It had been just over three weeks since Castiel had turned up at Dean's Garage and he found himself there again.
Naked.
Hot.
Sweating.
Panting.
His body twisted meeting Dean's thrusting hips eagerly he needed to feel that beautiful cock stretch him, to hit that special spot deep inside him but to him it felt like Dean could read his mind, and sometimes chose to torture him. Extending the foreplay so much Castiel felt like a bitch in heat, or his personal preference: One look, bending him over a desk with little preparation and slamming into him hard. Just the memories of his experiences made Castiel's skin burn hotter inside and out. "Oh sweet Jesus." He gasped, feeling one of Dean's hands [which weren't busy on his weeping erection] stroke his thigh gently. Fingertips rough from work sliding sensually his thigh repeatedly down the length of the limb, his eyes rolled back as he saw vivid images of Dean's mouth sucking and licking his thigh. Castiel's entire body tightened hearing the familiar grunt of satisfaction when Dean felt the reaction. "Whatever you're thinking…" he leaned in, his breath wetting his skin. "Keep thinking it."
Castiel arched his back as they stepped closer to peeks of their orgasm, he could feel how Dean was close, his body could hardly wait to feel the hot stream of cum to fill his body. Lifting himself freely from the solid support, he traced his tongue down Dean's neck tasting the salty sweat, pressing his lips hard enough to leave a faint mark. Mine. This man's body was his and no one else.
So now I'm feeling alright
Cause nothin' feels like
When you're holdin' on
Said, I feel alright
Cause nothing feels like
When you're holdin'
When you're holdin'
I'm feelin' alright
Cuz nothing feels like
When you're holdin' on
When you're holdin' on
Both men lay panting attempting to swallow as much oxygen as possible, their chests heaved at the effort, sweat dried on their skin. "How many times was that?" Dean's face buried in the connection of Castiel's neck and shoulder. "I lost count." Dean chuckled shifting his hips, his cock still buried deep into Castiel. He loved how Dean held him hot and sweaty his spent dick sitting contently inside him, and he liked it even better when he felt that same dick swell and harden.
Castiel smiled at the memory of his most recent meeting with Dean Winchester, he tried his best to focus on his reports and case notes but Dean's eyes always slipped into his train of thought, the thought always sending a jolt of heat to his groin which automatically tightened in the hopes of something. "Focus." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly it seemed everything reminded him of Dean, the very much appreciated ache, particularly around his lower reigns and the hidden away marks were as ever present. A loud bang brought Castiel from his thoughts as he jumped at the sound, his roommate from Med School and closest friend: Dr Gabriel Daniels smirked at him. "So what's on your mind?" he slid into the chair opposite opening his work files. "Or better question: Who?" Castiel cleared his throat as he loosened his tie a fraction. "No one that you need to know about." Gabriel leaned back in his chair his eyes twinkling. "Oh he must be good, if you're not willing to talk about him." Of course Castiel considered denying but knew better. "There is nothing you need to know so I am not going to share." He stood up suddenly and flinched his muscles protesting at the sudden movement and cursed when he saw Gabriel's reaction. "My, my someone has been busy. When was the last time you saw him?"
"No comment." He picked up his case notes flicking through them quickly barely registering what was written down, Gabriel's eyes burning him. "Oh c'mon Cas, who am I gunna tell? Really?" he chewed his lip for a moment before sitting down carefully and slowly. "I saw him last night now please stop butting in."
"Cas, Cas, Cas how long have we known each other?" his eyebrows rose for the answer. "Years! Castiel! Years! And when my roommate and best friend tries to sneak in at God knows what time with serious sex hair, hickies and the stink of sex. Am I gunna ask questions. So." He slouched in his chair. "Who is he? What does he do [other than you] and when do I get to meet him? And oh yeah! How did you meet? When did you meet? And who came on to whom? And finally and the most important: Does he have any single siblings?"
I wanna treat you like you wanna be treated (yeah)
I wanna see you as you wanna be seen (yeah)
I been down
I been down a different road
I been out
I have been out of control
"Dean you seem really out of it, are you okay?" he sighed half glancing at Cassie. It really made his stomach and heartache seeing how miserable she was. Cut her loose man. Why was it he couldn't just tell her they should end their relationship? It was non-existent. There was no sex [thankfully] but they had been together for so long would it really be difficult for her to move on? Sure he could have the constant collision of doubts and thoughts but even he did end it with Cassie. What would that mean about things between him and Castiel? He barely knew the guy, only his name and phone number which he only used to arrange sessions of intense fucking. If he broke it off with Cassie, would Castiel leave too? Was he only in it because of it being an affair, just for the secret meetings and risk of being caught? "I'm just really tired. Sorry. Was there something you wanted to do?" she bit her lip uncertain. "No, no." They both fell into a heavy silence; she was hurting from rejection and lack of attention. He wanted so badly to be anywhere but with her. "How about I take you out or something to make up?" he really couldn't bare much longer. Sooner or later you're gonna have to tell. Do it before all Hell breaks loose. Don't be a dick and leave it to long.