Final Chapter - Yay :}
The evening news pours from the large flat screen in the living room, full of bad puns and overly friendly attitudes. Castiel sits on his leather couch, responding to emails on his fancy apple laptop. He'd been getting twice as many emails now that he'd been promoted into a managing position. He brushes his hair out of his eyes. He still gels it up, but it is washed and falls into his eyes now that he'd washed the gel out.
Not many thing have changed over the years. Castiel still works in the same company, still likes what he does. He eats his mom's apple pie every now and then, but not as much as when Dean was coming over. He'd reduced after he'd started to gain weight. He's still just as thin as he was before, but now the laugh lines around his eyes were deeper, and he keeps some stubble on his chin and jaw.
A loud car rumbles outside, the typical sounds of living in the city. Cas sighs. He likes it here, and will never consider moving. This was his mom and dad's house, their memories live here like ghosts, and he can't bear to part with it.
There is a knock on his door. He knows who it is. Lots of the neighborhood girl and boy scouts were out selling cookies this month, and he's already been asked four times. He stands up, smoothing his dress shirt out and goes up to the door.
"I don't want any cookies right now, g-" his words freeze in his throat.
Castiel is shocked. The man stands there, his green eyes bright, but behind them, a pain hidden down deep. His jaw is masculine, his hair still a dark brown color, his freckles just tying the whole package together. He stares back at Castiel relentlessly, taking in every detail of his old friend.
"...Dean?" Castiel asks, quietly. He never thought he'd come back. "Uh- come in?" He moves to the side to let him in. Dean's much taller now, inches taller than Cas. He'd have to be about twenty now, Cas thinks. He sees the Impala out parked on the street.
As soon as the door is closed behind the men, Castiel yelps and he's pushed against the foyer wall, hard.
"I'm ready for my grown-up kiss, now, Mr. Novak." Deans pink lips are on Cas's, his hands caressing his face. His voice is deep and stirring. Castiel's hands grab the front of Dean's brown leather jacket and pull him closer. He can't help it, he misses Dean. He needs Dean.
Dean's tongue darts out to lick Cas's bottom lip. He bites it, demanding a moan from Cas's throat before deepening their kiss. Dean's showing Castiel that he's not a little kid anymore. He's a man and he was going to show Cas everything he'd been wanting to do since he left six years ago.
"Dean!" Castiel whimpers his name desperately, so taken with Dean that his brain is switched off, only alert to a primal need to fuck.
Dean kisses down Castiel's neck, inhaling his scent again, his hands clasping on Cas's hips. He pulls them forward, grinding his own against him.
"You got big, Dean."
Dean smirks at this remark. "Oh, Cas," He pulls away to look into his eyes, "you have no idea." He pulls at the buttons on Castiel's shirt, throwing it off him and immediately bending down to kiss his skin everywhere. Cas glows at the use of his nickname. He hasn't heard it in years. He moans as Dean sucks at his skin, his nipples, down over his abs.
He reaches Cas's black dress pants, undoing his belt and the zipper. Dean pulls them down just a bit, licking at his skin, the V that led down to wonderful places.
"Dean, please," Cas begs, urging him to do something. Dean stares up at Cas, thinking of all the times he'd imagined hearing that come from his mouth, promising that when he got the chance, he'd take it slow, enjoy making Cas beg.
"Not yet, Cas." dean stands back up, ripping his jacket off. He has on a green plaid button-up underneath that, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He slowly unbuttons each button, watching Cas's gaze cling to his hands. Dean pulls his shirt away from his chest and flexes his muscles as he drops the shirt to the floor.
Cas reaches down to palm himself through his pants groaning deeply as he watches Dean. Dean grabs Cas's wrists and holds them above his head with a hand. Cas pants, Dean smirks. He kisses Cas's lips again, demanding attention with his tongue as he fucks Cas's mouth. Cas's pleasured whimpers urge him to continue. He kisses down his chin and down the fragile skin of the front of his throat.
Dean's other hand grabs Cas's knee, lifting it up around his waist so that he can grind his core into Cas's. "Oh, fuck!" Castiel cries, the sweet torture and pleasure in his groin swells.
"I've though about fucking you for years, Cas. Thought about making you beg," Dean says against Cas's ear, husky and deep. "Thought about how you were going to feel under me, on top of me, inside me."
Dean thrusts his hips against Cas's making him moan loudly.
He pulls away from Cas, dropping his hands and his leg. He takes one hand and puts it in Cas's hair, pulling the strands, but pushing his head down, forcing him to his knees.
Cas knows what to do: his hands work at Dean's black leather belt holding his faded jeans up. He undoes the buckle and the button and the zipper, pulling dean's glory free.
"Oh, Dean," Cas moans. Dean pulls Cas's hair.
Castiel salivates at the size of Dean. He wets the tip with his tongue before taking Dean into his mouth and sucking him slow and hard. Dean moved his head with his hand, groaning deeply.
"Cas, like that." Cas goes faster. "Yes, oh, damn it!" Dean yanks Cas up and throws him roughly against the wall again, kissing him hard.
Dean quickly grabs the waist of Cas's pants and pulls them down all the way to his ankles. He licks at the tip of Cas's manhood before standing back up, kicking off his shoes and socks. Castiel pumps himself, watching Dean remove his jeans and black boxers, entirely naked for him.
Dean tugs at the back of Castiel's thighs, urging him to jump up. Cas does. He wraps his arms around Dean's strong shoulders, biting his earlobe. He feels Dean's fingers skim his jaw and tug at his lower lip. He opens his mouth, wetting Dean's fingers with his saliva.
"Good boy, Cas. Good..." He presses a wet finger against Cas's tight entrance. He distracts him from the initial pain by talking to him words of encouragement. "You ever had it up the ass before?"
Cas's head rolls back against the wall as he whimpers and shakes his head. "Have you?" he asks gruffly.
"Yes."
It is a bittersweet revelation. Dean hadn't waited for Cas to be his first, but he had experience, he knew what he was doing, and he knows what not to do. In the end, it didn't really matter. It is Castiel's first time with a man, and Dean is honored to be the one.
And boy is it a good first. Dean adds a second finger to the first, thrusting harder when Cas begs for it. Finally, when Dean can tell Cas was loose enough, he lines up with Cas and pushes into him.
"Dean! Oh..." Cas is whimpering with every panting breath, his short nails grasping at the skin of Dean's shoulders.
Their connection is more profound, deeper than physical. Cas could feel Dean's pain, his passion, his anger, but most startlingly of all, his love.
It's like Cas is touching Dean's soul, untainted by the sin and scars of his past. With each thrust, he shows a part of himself to Castiel, a part no one else has seen.
Cas and Dean cry out into the empty air of the house as Dean bangs Cas's back against the wall. "God, Dean! I'm close... Keep doing that," Cas's hands were in Dean's hair, but Dean's were on his body, one hand on Cas's length and the other around his lower back, holding him up.
"It's okay, Cas. Come, baby." Dean tugs Cas's length expertly, giving him no choice but to obey his command and leak all over Dean's moving hand.
Cas screams out Dean's name, louder than he'd been the whole night, shaking. His muscles tighten around Dean's body, his hands clenching and holding tight as his arms shake. Dean can feel it coming, feel his release. All it takes is a few more thrusts into Cas's beautiful ass and he's coming undone, biting into Cas's shoulder as spasms rock his body. Dean growls out his moan of satisfaction. It was everything he'd expected it to be.
Dean's legs shake under the weight of the two of them. He pulls out of Cas, soothingly rubbing circles on his back. He walks into the open living room, sitting down on the leather love seat with Cas in his lap. Both are hot and breathing hard, coming down from the tingly high. Their bodies feel weak, and Cas's ass aches with the beautiful memory of Dean's mature gift.
Dean kisses Cas softly. "I still love you Cas." He kisses him again, their tongues slicking against each other in the lazy, cherishing connection. "I always have."
