Dean held his breath until he could hear the quiet click of the door shutting. Only when he knew he was finally alone could he breathe easy. Well, he wasn't exactly alone. There was Cas. Cas. Castiel. There always seemed to be Cas.
The angel at the time was standing right over in the corner of the room, looking into the rounded mirror, adjusting his tie, perhaps attempting to fix it, although Dean was almost certain that was impossible. It was just then that Cas turned and looked at the hunter, staring deep into his sea-green eyes.
There it was. The fire. That feeling Dean felt whenever that particular pair of eyes were on him. Deep in the pit of his stomach, he could feel it burning. Sometimes just a flicker, sometimes an inferno that dared to overtake him—it depended on the day. Today was one of the inferno days, and he hated that. Those were the kind of days where all Dean could do was hold himself back from attacking the angel with rough touches and fierce kisses.
Yes, Dean had feelings for Cas. It hadn't been immediate, of course, it took time. It took Cas practically sacrificing himself to help Dean and his brother—but that was to be expected. Dean didn't trust people quickly. It seemed to always take a life and death situation for his paranoia to finally shut up. Still. He liked Cas…sexually. It didn't mean Dean was all done with women. Hell no. It just mean there was a little more to Dean than the hunter realized.
Now, the fire was burning with a ferocity that refused to be ignored. He could feel it spreading, up his chest, down his legs, even in the tips of his fingers. A lone drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face, only foreshadowing more to come. The heat inside of Dean was so stifling he could hardly breathe.
To make matters worse, there was Cas, his eyes boring into Dean. Moving slowly, up and down, analyzing every last detail of the boy, from the curl of his toes to each freckle that lay on his face. Dean was nearly choking, every second throwing gas onto the flames.
"Is there something, wrong, Dean?" Cas asked, his eyes never faltering.
"Y-yes…" Dean whispered, another bead of sweat falling down. "You're giving me one fucking weird look."
The angel smiled just a bit. "Is it because of yesterday? When…I kissed you? At Bobby's?"
Dean let out a silent moan, clutching onto the sides of his jeans. That one, first kiss. It was brief, but so beautiful. Dean couldn't get thought of it out of his head. It was cool and calm, like the flow of a steady river.
A river that could put out the fire that was taking over.
The expression on his face must have been obvious, Cas slowly removing his tie from around his neck. "There is nothing to be worried about, Dean," he hushed, "There is only us. We are alone."
Oh, that word. Us. Dean relished the very sound of it. Two little letters that seemed to trickle down his back; his eyes closed in desire. When they opened, there was the angel, centimeters away from Dean, he slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"Holy shit, Cas, personal space!"
"There is nothing to be worried about, Dean," he repeated, "There is only us."
With that, there was a quiet chink. Dean's belt had fallen to the floor. Slowly, without any touch, his pants were unzipping.
"C-Cas-what the hell are you doing?"
The angel put a single finger on the boy's lips. That one touch cooled the fire just a bit, releasing steam, sending a sensation that Dean had never felt before through his entire body. Dean began to shudder, taking it all in. Within minutes, they stood before each other, bare. The fire had completely engulfed Dean now; all he wanted was the river that lay in Castiel's touch. But how to go about it? He hadn't even allowed himself to watch any gay porn; what did they even do?
No, he knew what they did—well—kinda. It couldn't be that different from doing it with a girl.
He decided to start out simple. His tongue darted out of his lips for just a split second, barely even touching the lone finger that stood guard.
"My, my," Cas murmured, "You don't know what to do, do you?"
Dean looked down, probably a mistake. He nearly lost the ability to stand after seeing Cas' dick. What was going on?
Castiel took the timid hunter's hand, leading him to the bed. His pale skin was so inviting, simply calling out to Dean to touch it. And oh, did Dean want to touch it…all of it. Dean shifted so that he was perched overtop of Cas, his lips just touching the angel's neck. It was then that he let go, and simply touched. A kiss here, a lick there. A tap here, a stroke there. Everything was so foreign…yet so wonderful. Dean felt like a virgin all over again…and that made him uncomfortable.
Minutes passed as the hunter experimented, examining his subject. But Cas would only allow this for so long. He finally took charge, pinning Dean, his strong figure now so weak, down on the bed. He took a quick look before diving in, his lips moving up and down Dean's body, his tongue leaving a sticky trail. Dean moaned and sighed, his hips bucking occasionally.
"Y-yes, oh yes," Dean groaned, his hands moving to grip onto Castiel's ass.
The angel seemed to like that. He moved his mouth down to hover over top of Dean's now obvious erection before rewarding the hunter with a slow, humid lick.
Dean screamed. He could swear he lost a brain cell or two from the pure ecstasy.
"Cas! Oh goodness, Cas don't you stop, don't you dare!" he growled.
The angel did as told, moving his tongue so that it touched every inch of Dean's cock. And oh, Dean loved it. The only tangible word that Cas could make out from Dean's cries was an exchange of "yes" and several profanities. The hunter felt like a pathetic excuse of a sex-partner, but didn't do anything to change that.
He tried to move and act according to the intensities of Dean's cries, licking more, even a little bite here and there. Soon enough, Cas couldn't keep up with him. The hunter was going to climax after one more lick, and the angel wanted to hold it out. This would be the first time Dean would come due to the Castiel's actions, and he wanted it to blow the hunter's mind.
He slowly pulled back, Dean panting, sweating, calling for more.
"Please, oh god, Cas, please, oh please," he pleaded, his anxious hands pulling at his tangled hair. It had been neat and gelled only a little bit ago, but now it was a mess of sweat and saliva. The boy's hips rocked back and forth, the blood rushing, the fire burning, the heart in his chest pounding. Cas licked his fingers, making sure they were dripping in his salivation, only tempting and teasing Dean even more.
"Cas, please, please, p-please!" Dean begged. "Don't be an ass!"
With that, Cas took his wet hand and stroked Dean's sex, pumping faster and faster, Dean moaning and grunting, his hips moving in synch with the angel's hand. It didn't take long before Dean lost all control, screaming, nearly tearing the sheets as he came. He had never felt anything like this before, and god he didn't want it to end.
For hours, Cas and Dean continued their touches, kisses, and licks. And for those couple hours, Dean lost himself in the steam that rose as the cool watery caresses of Cas came into contact with his own fiery skin.