Ok, fair warning, if you don't like man-sex, or you're not into the Destiel thing... A) how did you make it this far into this story? and B) avert your eyes. Or be forever scarred mentally. Get's a little, shall we say, adult from here on out. And by "a little", I mean downright sexual. Just to be clear.

K, Have fun kids.

Chapter Six

"Touch Too Much"

Part I

Castiel's lungs had stayed thankfully fluid-free over the next week. The soreness of the Fall was fading to a dull ache that he was slowly becoming able to ignore. The gruesome bruise on his back had faded from a terrifying black and purple, to green and brown. Bobby had teased him that he looked like was in Army fatigues. For a man who was dying, Castiel's symptoms were few and far between, and much to Sam and Bobby's chagrin, appeared to be medically random.

Occasionally Cas would faint. He wasn't sure why it happened; there didn't seem to be a correlation between his passing out and standing up too fast, or over-exerting himself. It would just happen out of the blue, sometimes mid-sentence. He would look confused for a moment, and then his legs would buckle beneath him and he'd slump to the floor. The first time it happened, they'd thought that was it, he was dying right then and there. But with Dean leaning over him, yelling in his face and shaking him hard by the lapels, Castiel had woken up sleepy, confused, irritated by Dean's volume, but otherwise unharmed.

Then there were the nosebleeds. They were just as random, and would go on far too long for Bobby's liking. "It should've stopped by now," he'd say every time, pressing a new towel to Castiel's upward-leaned face and throwing the blood soaked one into the sink.

Then there was the shaking. Castiel would tremble sometimes, his hands especially. He always tried to hide it, especially from Dean. The poor man was losing years off his life with the stress of Castiel's...condition. And Cas couldn't stand to know he was putting him through some awful slow-motion trauma. So he shoved his hands in his pockets to keep Dean from seeing. And when his whole body would shake and he simply couldn't hide it, he would excuse himself, go sit on the edge of the tub and try to stop what he couldn't control. The shaking made him sore, his muscles would tense up so much from it, and from desperately trying to stop it. So as he sat there in the bathroom, trying to keep it together, he was relieved that Dean wouldn't experience seeing him go through this, wincing at every muscle twitch.

Little did he know, that when he disappeared in there for long stretches of time, Dean was always right outside the bathroom door, his heart breaking over the sound of Cas attempting to set a normal rhythm to his breathing and his teeth chattering.

Dean and Castiel had formulated a secret contingency plan to get the task done. They had essentially come to an arrangement. Neither wanted Sam or Bobby to know what they were doing while they were...doing it. That would make it impossible. It would be too awkward. And honestly, it felt kind of like a secret deathbed pact between them - something for them and only them. A final secret.

The first thing they realized, is that with all four of them living under Bobby's roof, there was no way it was going to happen there. They had to get away, together, and have it seem like a totally normal, relaxed, and not at all suspicious outing. It was Dean who decided to make a trip out of it. There was a bigger city two counties over that would provide some experiences worth remembering that Bobby's small hometown couldn't - bars, very up-to-date movie theatres, the occasional music festival...

Cas didn't care about any of that. But he kept that to himself.

All Dean said was that he was going to take Cas into town for a day, let him live a little, and Sam and Bobby had nodded in agreement. Sam was happy to let his brother and the former angel go hang out on their own, always sympathetic to the fact that they might not have that much time left to just be friends. And Bobby, who are we kidding, Bobby wasn't gonna go putz around town with those two!

It was that easy. Just, "I think I'm gonna take Cas into town Thursday. See if I can't get him into some trouble." And it was settled. The short time between the decision being made, and Thursday actually rolling around felt torturously slow.

The anticipation made Dean and Cas antsy.

The car ride out of town was quiet and when their hands almost touched as they both reached for the radio, they jerked away from each other like they were afraid to get cooties. They both pulled away quickly, refusing to look at each other and silently thinking the exact same thing: How are we gonna do this if we can't even touch each other at all?

That's how it was all day - sexsexsexsexsex. On the brain. The anticipation of knowing it was supposed to happen was making them both outrageous. They were behaving strangely toward each other and doing so in public. They couldn't pay proper attention to anything and kept staring around like they thought everyone knew. It made them look very suspicious indeed. They did wander around town for awhile before it became painfully obvious neither of them gave a crap about anything it had to offer. They were at least trying to keep up appearances, pretending like they'd made this trip for any other reason than just to have some secret last-chance sex. But by the late afternoon their nerves were shot, and they gave up pretenses.

They checked into a motel.

Basically the first one they saw. Even as they were getting the key at the front desk, both men's hearts were beating hard.

They keyed into the room and stood in the doorway, both of them finding its familiarity somewhat comforting. Highway motels - you seen one, you seen them all. It wasn't glamourous, but somehow it felt right. Comfortable.

The room was a dark yellow, possibly just from decades of dust and fading, with faded swirling brown designs in the wallpaper - nautical stars it looked like to Castiel. The curtains, small couch, and bedspread were all a deep, lack-luster blue. The room's colors looked worn and tired as its patrons must have felt to have bothered to stop there.

Dean coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat. Castiel's hands were shoved deep into his jeans pockets. But he had a sneaking suspicion there was a different reason they were shaking today. They hung around silently for a moment, Dean making rounds about the room, looking in cabinets and out windows and putting his gun and something else Cas didn't see into the nightstand drawer. He rubbed his hand over his face and Cas could tell he was off his usual too-cool-for-school game.

"So, um, how do you want to do this?" he let out suddenly. The desperate attempt to sound nonchalant only made it more awkward. Dean had been agonizing over the logistics of man on man action all day and it had him an over-thought mess. He had only theoretical ideas of what he'd signed up for. All he knew was that in the end he would go through with it, whatever it was. And knowing that made him nervous. Apparently, there really wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Cas.

"I was kind of hoping you would...lead the way." Castiel's voice came out low, as he also tried to feign calmness. After a moment he admitted, "I don't know where to start."

Dean nodded, trying to take a logical step by step approach to this, "Ok. Let's start with what you have and haven't done."

Castiel blushed. "Dean, you know what I haven't done. That's why we're here."

"Not anything though? I mean, how much should I walk you through this? What do you...know?"

Castiel glanced around, embarrassed, looking anywhere but Dean's eyes.

"Ok," Dean said resolved. "We have a butt-load of firsts to get out of the way."

"Firsts?"

"Yeah. Milestones. Like, your first kiss. First full on make-out. First hickey," Castiel tilted his head, "we'll get to that I guess. Um...what else? First blowjob!" Dean had said excitedly before actually thinking it through. His jaw snapped shut as he realized his words, but Castiel was simply listening intently. "And then...Your first time, I guess. I mean it's not really a lot to do in one day, technically. It's just a lot if it's your first time doing any of it."

Castiel nodded, obviously thinking this all over very hard. His brows were knit tightly and he stared at nothing in particular, but his focus was intense.

"You still with me?" Dean asked gently.

Cas broke out of his thoughts and smiled at him. They laughed quietly. "Dean, thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," he joked. And Castiel smiled at him, a glint of mischief in his eye. Their eyes were locked, and there was a need to say something, anything, if just for the sake of breaking tension. But both of their minds went blank.

Dean had a sudden surge of courage, he told himself he could do this.

"Take off your coat," Dean offered, pulling off his own and chucking it across the room unceremoniously. Castiel was a bit more graceful, removing his jacket and lightly tossing it folded over the arm of the couch. He watched Dean assess the room, calculating something in his mind. "Come on," Dean said, moving toward the bed. He kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, Castiel following his lead and doing the same. Dean motioned for him to sit across from him and he did. Dean inched closer once Castiel was settled, so that their knees touched they were so close. They were both settled now, so there were no more preliminaries. They just stared at each other a moment before Dean broke the gaze, looking down at his hands, laughing. Castiel couldn't help but smile. "I'm actually kind of nervous," Dean said, like he couldn't believe it. When he looked up and saw the honest smile on Castiel's face, he remembered why he wanted to do this. It was kind of a beautiful thing to behold and it felt almost unplanned when he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to his.

Their kisses were innocent and sweet and it went on like that for awhile, with no other contact between them, before Dean pulled away just far enough to say, "Kiss - check."

"What?" Cas asked, not understanding.

"'Check.' Check it off the list of things to do." Dean pantomimed doing so, "First kiss - Check."

Cas smiled, thinking that Dean was a curious man, even now after all this time. "Technically we'd already done that."

Dean rolled his eyes.

As their lips met again and smiled into each other both men thought, this is gonna work.

Dean parted his lips and waited for Cas to do the same; it didn't take long, and the novice smiled as their tongues played, not sure who should be dominant and liking the playful battle between them. They explored each other's mouths and every once and awhile Dean would suck Cas' bottom lip, making the less experienced man forget completely what he was doing. Dean pulled a breath away, liking how Castiel's lips chased his, and he said, "Make-out - check."

Cas pantomimed the check, showing Dean he got it. Dean brought his hand to the back of Castiel's head and pulled him in, attacking his mouth in a suddenly aggressive and passionate kiss. Castiel let Dean invade his mouth, besides he was distracted by the feel of the hand in his hair, the other coming up to brush against his neck and side. Dean's weight shifted, and Castiel found himself being pushed onto his back. His arms were floating awkwardly beside Dean, not touching him, as he lay back against the bed with Dean settling carefully above him. Not breaking their kiss, Dean reached back and placed Castiel's hands on his body, pulling his arms around him. It was all the encouragement Cas needed. As soon as his hands touched Dean he was done being bashful - he traced them up and down his back, and up into his hair and came to cup his face as he skillfully made Castiel's lips kiss-swollen and his breathing heavy.

Castiel could feel his body melting into Dean's, shaping to him, longing to be closer, to be fit together. Dean could feel it too. He pulled away, leaning on his elbows and smiling down at Castiel. "Serious make-out - I'd say that's a check. Don't you think?"

"Not if 'check' means we're gonna stop," Castiel said sincerely.

Dean chuckled down at him, kissing his lips quickly. "This is just the start, Cas."

"Good. Show me what a hickey is."

Dean raised an eyebrow at the man below him, causing Castiel to blush, but nevertheless smile back. "You asked for it," Dean warned. He brought his lips to Castiel's neck, feeling him instinctively bare his throat more for him. Dean kissed a trail down Cas' neck and throat, stopping at the base where he knew from Cas' shudder that he would like this feeling. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, sucking harder when he felt Cas' hands come up to hold his head there and comb through his hair.

When he was sure he left his mark, he left a few light kisses there and then pulled away, far enough so that he could see Castiel's flushed face and watched as he brought his fingers to the area.

"You'll have a bruise," Dean informed. "That's a hickey."

Castiel smiled. "Do it again."

He did. Twice. The last time he pulled the neckline of Castiel's shirt down so he could get to his collarbone and the hollow at the base of his throat, something which the death-grip the former angel had in his hair and t-shirt told Dean that Castiel liked very much. Dean was careful to leave his marks low enough on his neck and down on his collarbone so they wouldn't be blatantly obvious to everyone who saw him.

Dean pushed Cas' shirt up, exposing his abdomen and he trailed his lips up the exposed skin, pressing his palms flat against Cas' chest. "Do you wanna take this off?" he asked, his lips still to Castiel's skin. Cas sat up abruptly and pulled the shirt off so fast Dean had to laugh.

There was a lot of curious touching, heavy-petting and lips ad tongues learning each other. Dean could feel Castiel hard in his jeans, and there was something about the way the former angel instinctively rolled his hips up against him that he liked a lot.

It wasn't long before Cas' breathing got faster and his hands wandered all over Dean's back, not seeming to be able to still. Suddenly Castiel's body jerked. The sound that he made, combined with the sudden intake of breath and the way his eyes squeezed shut and his fists clenched in Dean's shirt left no question as to what was happening. There was no stopping it. So Dean just helped it along. He rubbed his hand gentle but strong over Castiel's pants, leaving light kisses and swipes of his tongue on his chest and he watched the man come, maybe for the first time.

It was wave after was of a physical release that was so satisfying Castiel didn't want it to end. He could feel it shooting sparks through his whole body.

When he was done he laid back staring at the ceiling, his muscles surprisingly stiff. His hands were still clenched in Dean's shirt and Dean could feel he was tense. He moved slowly back up over him, running his hands over the man's chest and arms and up into his hair. He kissed Cas' neck and lips again and again, a little concerned when he didn't really kiss him back. "You ok?" he asked quietly.

Cas licked his lips and nodded.

"You look like you're freakin' out on me man," he only half-joked. He gave a truly charming smile.

"I'm ok," Cas said, and Dean could feel him finally starting to relax. "I'll be ok."

"That feel good?"

Cas nodded.

"Good. I'm glad. Although, generally you try and wait until the pants are off," he teased. Castiel turned a surprising shade of scarlet, horribly embarrassed. But Dean didn't want him to feel bad about it; he kissed his lips deeply to make amends. When he felt Castiel giving his all to that kiss, he knew the joke was forgotten or forgiven. He pulled away and smiled at the flushed and exhausted man beneath him.

"Let's take a break." Castiel looked embarrassed again, like this halt in their activities was his fault. And Dean could see that in his face, so he tried to boost his confidence, "You got me all worked up and now I'm hungry. Dinner. Then we'll come right back here. Besides, we're gonna need all our strength if we're gonna make a go at knocking out the rest of those firsts."

This tactic seemed to work; Cas smiled at him and sat up willingly. He shifted uncomfortably. Dean understood the discomfort, "Go change your boxers, sex-kitten." He playfully shoved Cas off the bed and watched him disappear into the bathroom.

Dean took a deep breath. He didn't stand, instead just looked down at his jeans to assess how obvious his hard-on was. He breathed deep again - he was gonna need a minute...