All Dean heard through the wall in his room was grunting and the squeaking of bed springs. He would have assumed somebody was jacking off, but this person was Castiel. The Happy Meal, ex-angel, and virgin. Dean didn't even think Castiel knew what masturbation was, no less how to do it. So there was no way, right?
The longer Dean thought about it the more he realized his dick was getting hard in his pants. Since when did Cas turn him on? He was straight for fuck sake! He refused for even a second to believe he was even a little gay. The Winchester attitude never seemed to fail.
All of a sudden the door to his bedroom opened, and there stands Cas. He's sweating and missing his first 2 layers of attire along with his tie, he looks weary. He looks so frustrated, Dean automatically thinks maybe I was wrong.
"Can you help me? I think it will work better with you." Cas says not meeting Dean's eyes. Oh shit, was Cas outright asking him to get him off? There was no way!
"Uh," Dean hesitated. "Sure, I guess." Dean gets up and walked to Cas who quickly turns on his heels and walked next door to his own room. It still shocked Dean that Castiel's room was so bare. Granted, he hadn't been human for but a month, therefore he didn't really have many belongings, but Dean felt out of place in such a bare room.
Cas felt ashamed. He couldn't even make a bed. He had asked Dean for help with everything when he first became human, but he knew Dean was getting annoyed by constantly being asked how something works. So Castiel stopped.
When Cas looked back up to Dean, he realized the other man's face was bright red and he appeared nervous. What was wrong with Dean? That was all Cas had to time to think about, before Dean was kissing him. He hadn't even realized Dean had moved no less grabbed his hips and pulled him in to lock lips. Cas then realized he wanted this. He wanted to be in Dean's arms, with Dean's mouth on his.
As they kissed, Dean reached up and unbuttoned Cas's dress shirt. One button at a time, slowly exposing Cas's chest completely. Before slipping it off his shoulders, down his arms, and off his body. Dean noticed one thing as the shirt fell to the floor; Cas had beautiful pale skin.
Castiel noticed his jeans were getting tight. Dean had told him about this before, what was it called? 'Turned on' that was what he thought he recalled Dean saying, but he wasn't for sure. He could possibly ask?
He pulled away and looked at Dean who was seemingly shocked to have been kissed back so forcefully by the angel. "Dean?" Cas questioned.
"Ca-Cas?" Dean stammered in response to Castiel.
"What is this?" Cas continued to question.
"What is what, Cas?"
That's when Cas turned just a little, enough to show Dean the bulge in Castiel's dress pants. The bulge Dean knew was Castiel's dick. That's what Cas was probably asking about. It had have been.
"Cas," Dean sighed, The thought of getting Cas hard turned him on more. He was turned on by a dude! A friggin dude! Although, Dean thought, Castiel isn't a dude. He's Cas, and he's an angel.
Fuck it, he's turned on, has been since hearing Castiels grunts and groans. So why try to lie to himself? He didn't have to say it aloud.
Dean stepped forward closing the gap between himself and Cas. When he leaned forward for a kiss he also brought his hand forward cupping Castiel's erection through his slacks, causing the other man to moan into Dean's mouth. When Dean pulled back he left his lips close enough to brush against Castiel's as he spoke.
"You're so hard Cas," Dean breathed, letting his words mix with Castiel's rapid breathing.
With that he started stroking Cas as best as he could through his pants as their foreheads rested together. Castiel was thrusting his hips in sync with Dean's thrusts, and moaning every so often.
Dean wanted Cas in his hand, he wanted to feel Cas's swollen throbbing member. Therefore, he stopped his movements and moved his hand up slightly, enough to get to the button and zipper of Cas's slacks.
Dean finally got the button and zipper undone and started pulling the other man's pants down, only to be stopped by Castiel putting his hand on Dean's.
"What-What are you doing?" Castiel panted.
"I want to please you," Dean replied. "Trust me Cas."
Without a word Cas moved his hand and allowed Dean to continue. Once Cas's pants were down and off, Dean shuffled him backwards until he landed on the bed,and with that he pulled Cas's boxers off as well.
Shock was all Cas could manage. Why were they on their bed? Then he remembered why he asked Dean in here in the first place, he'd have to bring it up now.
"De-" He couldn't finish his words or his thoughts for Dean was snaking his arms up under the angel's thighs and pulling them up to wrap his arms nearly all the way around them. His legs practically on Dean's shoulders. Putting his face directly in the line of Cas's throbbing, twitching erection.
"Yes?" Dean breathed, aiming directly for Castiel's dick, knowing his warm breath would drive the ex-angel crazy with need.
"Pl-please Dean," was all Castiel could manage to stutter out. Luckily that was all he needed for Dean to wrap his warm, wet mouth onto his sensitive member.
Dean never thought he would be doing this to another guy. A blow job, he didn't get these that often. Maybe 3 or 4, but this one was one he was GIVING. He knew damn well the angel had never gotten one of these, and for that he was proud. He'd be the first to fuck the angel, be the first to give him a blow job, the first to make him come, the first to give him this kind of pleasure.
A human, doing this to an angel. A few years ago he had laughed in his brother's face for the fact that angels didn't exist. Now, here he was with one's dick in his mouth.
Castiel moaned and bucked into Dean's mouth. He didn't know it would feel like this, but he never wanted it to end now.
After what felt like seconds, but he knew it was much longer he felt this warmth start to build in his stomach and lower abdomen.
"Dean some-something's happening," Castiel warned.
The thought of Cas coming made Dean's dick twitch. He sped up his mouth, sucking a little harder, and humming around Cas's erection.
Cas knew something was about to happen he just didn't know what. That was until he felt his dick pulsing in Dean's mouth.
He still wasn't sure what had happened exactly. Even as Dean released Castiel's spent dick, and swallowed.
Dean stood up and wiped the spit and come from his mouth. Readjusting himself while Cas regained his composure after his first ever orgasm.
Cas was happy, he felt so much lighter. That was until he looked down and seen the same bulge in Dean's jeans. He wanted to please Dean the same way Dean had please him only moments ago.
When he stepped forward to kiss Dean once more, feeling the bulge brush against his hip, making him realize how much Dean had enjoyed himself.
He was about to drop to his knees when Dean stopped him. Dean had other plans. Ones much more vulgar. Ones that ended with his dick up Cas's ass.
Cas followed Dean's lead back to the bed, and followed orders when he was told to lay on his back and spread his legs. He wanted to give Dean the same pleasure Dean gave him, at whatever cost. A cold finger brushing between his cheeks pulling him from his reverie. He then realized how nervous he truly was.
Dean had crouched down next to the bed and grabbed the lube from his pocket. Putting some on his fingers before spreading Cas's cheeks and brushed one slicked up finger around the tight ring of muscle. He felt Cas go stiff, and decided to still and make sure Cas was okay with this. Where angel's, or ex-angels for that matter,even aloud to do this?
"Cas, are you okay?"
"Yes Dean, please continue," Cas said making himself relax.
Still questioning, Dean pushed his finger in very slowly letting Cas get used to the feeling. After a moment and a slight nod from Cas he started thrusting his finger in and out. He knew Cas was uncomfortable and he figure it was time to give him some pleasure.
Dean crooked his finger just right so it grazed Cas's prostate. Cas's hips bucked up instantly, silently begging for more.
"Oh. De-Dean please!" Cas panted.
Dean smiled knowing Cas was asking for more! Meaning he liked it! He was so glad to be the one making this so pleasurable for Cas.
He pulled his fingers out causing Cas to whimper at the loss. That was until Dean added another finger, scissoring Cas even farther open.
It stung for a moment, but then Dean was brushing over that spot inside of him making him buck and moan. Cas wanted more, this still wasn't enough.
"Dean, m-more! Please Dean?" Castiel begged. Dean complied and added another finger, continuing to stretch Cas open.
Doing this made Dean harder than he could remember ever being. Even during puberty it wasn't this hard and painful. He still had his clothes on, and he wanted them off. He wanted to fuck Cas.
He was shocked at that realization, but he soon realized he'd wanted it for a while. Cas was hot, he never thought before he acted. He was so innocent.
Once he thought Cas's entrance was stretched enough he pulled his fingers out and tugged his shirt off over his head. Cas let out a gasp making Dean aware of the fact that he was being watched.
He slowly trailed his hands down, keeping his eyes trained on Castiel's face. Watching as Cas's breath hitched when he got his pants down, making the tent in his boxers much more prominent.
Dean paused to step out of his jeans, then start pulling his boxers off, slowly letting his hard erection spring free. In a pool around his ankles, his boxers lay discarded just as his jeans were.
Stepping forward Dean grabbed Cas and helped him up onto his knees before laying in the spot Cas had been previously taking up.
He reached over and grabbed the lube, squeezing some into his palm before generously coating his erect member and laying back against the pillows.
"Cas," Dean called in a deep, raspy, lust filled voice making Castiel nearly moan. "you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes Dean please. What must I do?" Cas questioned, sounding desperate.
"You sit here," Dean replied gesturing to his lap.
Without a word Cas moved and was suddenly straddling Dean's hips. He slowly settled down, letting Dean's member stretch him open to accommodate his larger size.
He sat there for a moment, partially to adjust to the size of Dean's dick, and partially for instruction for what to do next. While waiting he looked down, realizing he was hard once more. He'd been too blinded by pleasure to notice the ache in his lower body.
He felt Dean grab his hips, and pull him up slightly, Cas followed suit. He then felt Dean push him back down, making the Winchester growl.
He soon got the idea and started moving himself. Up down, up down, making both him and Dean moan, groan, and growl quite often. Not long after this started he felt a wave of pleasure surge through him in waves as each thrust brushed into his prostate.
They had a steady pace, a pace that got a bit sloppy as they got closer and closer to climax. Both men were holding off, wanting this pleasure to last. Neither of them knowing something could feel so amazing.
Cas came first, covering Dean in his seed. As Cas clenched around Dean, it pushed the man over the edge. Dean moaned as he coated Cas's insides with come. Both men were a moaning groaning mess, riding out their orgasm till the last drop.
Afterwards, Cas lifted up off of Dean's spent dick, feeling sated and happy. Although the Winchester was covered in come he was to drained of energy to move, no less get up and clean off.
After a few minutes Castiel regained enough composure to remember what Dean was in his room for in the first place.
"Dean?" Cas hesitated.
"Yes Cas, baby?" Dean replied with a sleepy smile.
"will you help me make my bed now?" Castiel asked messing with the still unmade mattress.
Dean jumped up pulling on his pants and shirt realizing that Cas never wanted to fuck, he hadn't been masturbating, he'd been trying to make his bed!