Just One Drink
Chapter Four
Castiel gave a grunt as his head thudded hard against the wall of Dean's cramped dorm bedroom, their mouths meeting in a sloppy and hungry kiss. There was hardly a few feet between them and the bed and as they kissed, Castiel found himself wanting to just move those few extra feet and lie down. His head was swimming with the buzz. Sure the bed was a mess, there were shirts, boxers and even a stray pair of panties scattered all over and hung on the head board, but Castiel barely noticed. All the hair metal posters and porn magazines that lay about couldn't possibly deter the professor from indulging in his student.
"You're drunk…" Dean teased, pulling back ever so slightly, his lips brushing Castiel's as he spoke. The way Castiel swooned as Dean's hands moved to grab his ass and squeeze briefly made Dean all the more hungry for his professor. The act felt so taboo, but at the same time, that only made it more fun… Castiel nodded, laughing hoarsely against Dean's lips, the vibrating sensation sending shivers down the younger man's spine.
"I know.. So are you. Don't stop…" Castiel ordered huskily. He pressed his hips into Dean's, grinding them clumsily, his dick straining against his dress slacks urgently seeking attention. Dean gave a harsh moan and dipped his head in to kiss the professor again, his tongue forcing entry into Castiel's waiting mouth, the vehemence of Dean's movements making them both weak in the knees. Dean massaged every inch of Castiel's mouth with his tongue, exploring every nook and cranny as he began to undress the other man, tearing the suit open, some of the buttons popping off from the force and pushing it away from Castiel' shoulders, so it hung around his elbows loosely, almost showcasing his lithe torso with it's gently white folds. Dean moved his mouth lower, sucking at Castiel's neck and collar, biting and marking his professor as many times as he could. Castiel arched against his student's mouth, panting and his body begging with needy jerks of his hips toward Dean, as his blunt nails bit into the younger man's shoulders. Dean inhaled sharply as Castiel raked his nails down his back, the twinge of pain appealing to his baser instincts. There was a fire lit in his belly and he wanted to be inside this man so badly, and all over him, touching and tasting everything he was and all that he had to offer.
Dean fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking from all the anticipation. He was dizzy with arousal and alcohol. Castiel reached down with a slightly steadier hand and easily undid it and pulled it off as if he'd done it a thousand times before, and for a moment, Dean marveled at the action, finding it beyond sexy.
Dean snatched the belt away from Castiel and grabbed him by his upper arms, turning him around and pushing him at the bed. Castiel dropped to his knees with a loud smack, the feel of the hardwood floor against his knee caps hurt and he throbbed a little, bending his torso over the edge of the bed. Dean bent down behind him dragging his tongue and teeth over Castiel's bared back, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin. The man moaned, gripping the sheets under his hands tightly, and looked back at Dean with a heated gaze.
"Dean…" he husked, his tongue feeling hot and heavy behind his teeth as he slurred the student's name. Dean needed no further encouragement before he tugged down both his pants and Castiel's. Dean reached over to his back pack and snatched a condom and his little bottle of lube from the side pocket and tore it open with his teeth, then slipped it on easily. Rather clumsily, he slathered some lubricant on his fingers and pressed them into Castiel, stretching and slicking him up, before pushing into Castiel, both of them screaming hoarsely at the rough sensation. The pain and suddenness was numbed a bit by the heavy amount of alcohol in his system. It took a few moments to adjust, before Dean started up a steady rhythm. Castiel ground himself back against Dean forcefully, and against the edge of the bed. The pleasure and slight pain was maddening. His tight muscles clamped down on Dean's thick cock on every out stroke, as if he never wanted the man to leave him. Dean's hips snapped forward at a slightly different angle every time until finally Castiel gave a shuddering whimper through his drunken state of euphoria.
"There!" he rasped suddenly, bucking his hips back against the younger man's. Dean obliged Castiel, thrusting harder and faster into Castiel's sweet spot, until both of them were trembling with the need for release. Dean wasn't far off, and Castiel was starting to stroke himself desperately. Dean reached between them, knocking the professors hand away and grasped his cock so tightly that Castiel almost screamed, but all he got out was a strangled groan. Dean stroked Castiel sporadically, until both of them were gasping for release, coming one after the other. Hard, powerful, and exhilarating.
It was over all to quickly, and Dean was drawing himself away from Castiel, pulling up his pants and shivering with post coital bliss. Castiel struggled to his feet, reaching down and tugging his pants back up. His disheveled shirt and suit jacket were still hanging around his elbows, his collar and chest had many bruises from Dean's mouth, and his hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks from sweat. Fluid was plastered onto his stomach and there was plenty more on the sheets. As Dean took in the sight he got weak in the knees. He wanted Castiel all over again. He dragged the professor up to his feet and undressed him the rest of the way. Castiel's whole body was like jello and he didn't bother to stop the young man, letting himself be gently pushed onto the creaky twin bed and covered up. With a smirk, Dean kissed him goodnight and then headed out to crash on the couch, wondering just what the morning would bring…