(A/N: Rated M for mature content and language.
Thank you all for the favorites, follows and reviews. As promised, here's the next chapter in a hurry. Annnnnd... this chapter has the big ol' smutty part. Like, approximately, 90% smut. ('Bout time, amiright?) Also, sorry for the double upload! There were some issues I had to fix and I couldn't seem to get it to work without deleting and reloading. *sigh* So sorry for the double for those that already saw/read this.
Warnings: That other stuff... Plus the smut. And some feels?
Enjoy.)
Dean leaned against the closed front door and stared, once again practically mesmerized, at Cas' lips. His own mouth was parted slightly as he stared and he tried to relax everything for the coming kiss that he could tell was coming by the look on Cas' face. He was pretty sure it would be one of those soft and sweet ones Cas liked to lay on him on occasion. He really didn't mind those, though. Especially when he was all tingly and goofy from sitting pressed close to Cas in the car.
For how often they made out, he shouldn't be feeling fidgety and nervous right now, but something just felt different about the moment. There was a heaviness around them... and he had an idea what was causing it.
Not that he was going to mention what it was aloud if Cas wasn't going to. If Cas wanted to be a secretive little shit, he'd go with it. Maybe let Cas think he was being all suave and able to seduce the pants off him. (Well. He really could. So. It wasn't gonna be hard.)
That was, if he thought was maybe going to happen, happened.
Or something.
Dean didn't even know what he was thinking anymore, thinking in crazy circles since he was distracted by sex thoughts as he was, but he was leaning into Cas' warmth on auto-pilot, sensing the other man's presence and reacting to it. He probably asked for a kiss, because his lips were puckered comically and Cas was smiling at him, giving him that heated-yet-warm look that made his stomach flutter and his jeans tight.
"If you want me to." Dean heard, followed by a mock put-upon sigh. When he looked, though, Cas was looking pretty serious, his eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips every few seconds. "Do you want me to?"
Dean did want it—badly. Because, really, it was one of the main reasons they were there, honestly. But it was kinda hard to say it aloud; Cas didn't usually make him ask for it, he just went all Nike and just did it. "Yeah, 'course" he finally said, voice soft with anticipation and anxiety. He did want a kiss, but it was what could (maybe) happen after that was making his heart rate kick up in dizzying spikes. He wanted that too but it didn't make him any less nervous about it.
Castiel leaned in a little closer, eyes flicking all over as he looked Dean over. Dean looked an odd combination of aroused and nervous and it was having a curious affect on him. Apparently, their thoughts about where the evening could be headed weren't so different. Which was... good.
Dean looked back, going a little cross-eyed since Cas was so close. He could feel the heat of Cas' body along the entire length of his own, felt warm breath tickle across his lips. They were so close that when Cas shifted his weight his knee brushed against Dean's leg. He felt his pulse accelerate, it felt like his blood was pumping thick from his chest into his legs and arms and hands until he was almost trembling. He noticed Cas' breathing was like his—strange and constricted and too fast.
He leaned into the other man when Cas touched his wrist, gently urging him to move his arm. It was subtle, but it had Dean's palm pressed over the warm, rigid bulge of Cas' hard cock sheathed under the fabric of his trousers. His eyes fluttered and he stifled a soft moan at the feeling. His fingers curled automatically and he felt Cas' hips twitch into the touch, but only briefly. He slid his hand up to Cas' hip, his middle finger snugging in between leather belt and belt loop.
"You're sure you want me to kiss you?"
Dean nodded, eyes stinging because he was sure he'd run out of patience, but it seemed better to say it sooner than later. "I'm, uh, not sure I'm ready." He blinked rapidly when Cas gave him a smile, not a look of disappointment or irritation like he'd been expecting. Shit, he was irritated with himself, so it wasn't like he could blame Cas for being annoyed or anything. But no; Cas was just smiling at him, those blue eyes warm and soft.
"Not ready for what?" Castiel asked softly, inching closer and lightly fingering a button on Dean's shirt.
Dean tried not to shiver. Or gape at the lower tone of Cas' voice. He wondered if Cas knew that damn voice did things to him and did it deliberately, knowing Dean wanted to pounce and do things when he heard that husky growl. Fucking hell... He felt his face heat with a flush that was equal parts embarrassment and arousal, but he had to say it: "For sex."
"I see," Castiel said softly. He couldn't help raising a hand and gently stroking along Dean's jaw, his thumb pressing in just under his full bottom lip. "I asked if you want me to kiss you. I'm not trying to mislead you or trick you into something else."
Dean swallowed thickly, looking at Cas for any indication of a said trick. He couldn't see why there was a Q & A session going on, otherwise. But he was only met with honest (if not desire darkened) blue eyes and a soft, tiny smile. It wasn't like they hadn't kissed before—hell, they've had their mouths all over each other. But this... This was different. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He knew Cas was completely telling the truth; he wouldn't try to press or use a kiss to get more. Stupid sexy bastard was just honest like that and it had the curious affect of easing his anxiety and turning him the hell on.
How did Cas even do that? He'd think it was a Jedi mind-trick or something but he didn't think Cas would use it for this. He cleared his throat with a bit of an effort and stepped closer to Cas, relaxing as he felt the other man's body heat pressed against him and Cas' calm presence.
"Yeah. Yeah, I want you to," Dean finally said, meeting Cas' gaze with a cocky smirk. It seemed strange, but kinda nice too, to realize Cas was trembling a little, too. He looked down as Cas slid a hand around his waist until it was resting warmly, but lightly, against the small of his back.
The touch was light, hovering and barely there, but it still sent Dean's blood racing and pleasure radiate out and tingle through his body from that contact point. Cas leaned in so their chests just barely touched and brushed those stupidly pink, lush, slightly chapped lips over his own. It wasn't really a kiss, not for the first few seconds, but it still made want practically explode through Dean as his imagination went into over-drive.
Castiel deepened the kiss, humming softly when Dean pressed harder, a whisper of tongue against his lower lip. He'd been completely honest about just wanting a kiss—it was all he really wanted (or needed) after such a wonderful evening together. But the way Dean was opening up, kissing back and pressing closer... He groaned, pleasure tingling through his body to know Dean wanted him. Wanted this. He pulled Dean closer with the hand on the small of his back, aligning their bodies and pressing them closer, firmer, together. He slid a hand up Dean's back to cup the base of his neck, brushing the short hairs as he massaged with his fingertips in the way he knew turned Dean into mush as he deepened the kiss.
"Dean." Castiel pulled far enough away to be able to speak. Dean made a sound of annoyance and yanked him back down with a fist in his hair. He groaned, unable to help himself and sunk into the kiss for a few long moments. He pulled back again, letting his hands wander with soft touches as he looked at Dean intently. "Do you wish to continue this?"
Dean nodded, making another noise of frustrated annoyance deep in his throat when Cas didn't immediately make good on his question and fucking continue. Cas really did talk too much. He frowned and tried to chase Cas' lips with his own when the other man kept moving his head, backwards or side to side. He huffed and scowled, tempted to grab Cas' face and force him to stay still.
"Sex, Dean?" Castiel breathed out. Dean nodded, pawing at him where his shirt was tucked into his jeans. He had clearly noticed Dean's apprehension earlier and he wanted to be sure there wasn't mixed signals going on. He really could wait but the very notion of a go-head was thrilling. He grabbed at Dean's wrists, halting his movements. "I mean—Penetration?" Castiel clarified, getting Dean's attention off his lips finally.
Dean blinked, trying to make sense of what Cas was saying. God, even something as awkward as the word 'penetration' was fucking hot when Cas said it in that sex-voice of his. He smirked, "Yeah, Cas, penetration is awesome."
"I meant—" Castiel broke off with a groan when Dean wriggled a hand down his pants and grabbed him. It was almost too much, too soon... but it was perfect because it was Dean—eager and willing—wrapping those strong, calloused fingers around him with a now-familiar and practiced ease. He let Dean distract him, the man's hands and mouth working together at opposite points of his body to completely destroy all but the most basic of his thought processes.
Dean's movements faltered and he gasped as Cas slid a thigh between his and the kiss deepened; it was still gentle but somehow desperate, a little ravenous. Never in his life had he felt so possessed, so completely taken with a kiss before now. Before Cas. He grabbed at Cas' shirt and just held on, making soft noises each time Cas tilted his head, nibbled his lips and twined that sinuous, sinfully skilled tongue with his. He could feel Cas harden against his thigh and he knew Cas could feel him.
He might've whined when Cas pulled away...
They stared at each other, both panting lightly. Dean wondered if he looked as flushed and lust-dazed as Cas. It was a really good fucking look on the other man. He felt the curious urge to fidget, like he wasn't used to the intense gaze when Cas backed away and looked at him; his face, down his body to the bulge in his jeans. Without thinking, he was stepping closer and grabbing at Cas' upper arms, not wanting the other man to step too far away. It was like he needed to feel Cas' body heat against his chest and stomach and the front of his thighs.
"Come with me," Castiel murmured.
Dean knew it was more of an invitation than a demand; he could refuse and it would be OK. A tiny thread of lingering fear fought with the growing arousal, driving a near-violent surge of blood through his whole damn body with every thumping heartbeat. Cas' hand slowly rose, reaching out, and Dean was quick to take it, following behind Cas down the hallway to his bedroom door. He wanted to be annoyed Cas figured out his secret thing for holding hands; he liked it and tried to sneak in subtle ways of doing it. He had hoped Cas hadn't noticed but he did. Of course, he would.
He tightened his fingers around Cas', feeling grounded a little. Calmed and in the moment instead of worrying about what might happen (and how badly he'd probably suck at it). Cas squeezed back and he really didn't care if they looked like sappy idiots as they grinned at each other. It was just them, anyway, and he figured being a little girly was OK considering.
Dean had been in Cas' room before—couple of times actually—but this was a new set of circumstances. They'd fooled around a few times and he'd slept over, just content to spoon up against Cas and sleep. And for as nervous as he'd been to start, he was practically weak-kneed with the very idea of what was going to happen. Oh god; Cas had closed the door and was stepping closer. His eyes closed as Cas' caressed along his shoulder and down his arm. It was soothing, oddly enough.
He nearly chuckled when Cas hand worked down his wrist to massage at his hand, a thumb rubbing his palm gently but firmly. He wanted to be annoyed he was being treated like some skittish virgin, but it was just too damn sweet for him to do anything but enjoy the attention. He hummed softly, making a happy little sound as Cas continued his weird little hand massage. It felt really good.
Castiel leaned forward, kissing Dean again once the other man was relaxed. It was overwhelming, kissing Dean in his bedroom. It was like he felt it in every cell of his body, dancing along his skin, filling his mouth, throat and lungs until he couldn't breath. He idly wondered if Dean felt as affected, if he was almost dizzy and thick-headed with it too. He gently stroked along Dean's sides and heard the other man practically purr in response.
He slowly pulled away and smiled a little when he noticed the blissed out expression on Dean's face. It warmed and thrilled him to see it. He stepped closer, his mouth right by the other man's ear. His smile grew when Dean pressed closer, a hand sliding up to grab at his shirt. "I want to undress you, Dean."
Dean shivered, both from the words and the heated rush of breath against his skin as that fuck-hot sex voice rumbled in his ear. Fuck yeah, he was on board with that. The words alone had him almost panting and half-hard. Cas must have seen a 'yes' in his body language (or maybe he really had said 'fuck yeah' aloud) and hands slid up under his shirt. He enjoyed the feeling of Cas' hands sliding up over his belly, slowly and teasingly, the light touches of those warm hands trailing up his chest and across his nipples.
Holy shit that was amazing. He probably made a sound when those soft touches went down his sides and ribs, just hard enough to tantalize and not tickle. It was hot as hell, kicking his arousal up a few notches. He had no idea he'd get so fucking turned on by the brushing of fingertips. Dean watched Cas, unsurprised to see the other man was staring at him intently; those dark blue eyes fixed firmly on him. Cas' gaze mainly stayed on his eyes, his face, but he'd occasionally flick that intense gaze downwards—looking each bit of skin as he exposed it.
Castiel focused on the buttons of Dean's shirt. He was slightly annoyed at the layers, but it did make the process that much more provocative and had him nearly breathless with anticipation. He slowly slid the plastic rounds through the slots, drawing the fabric apart and then off Dean's shoulders, his palms sliding along lightly twitching muscles as he pushed it down toned (and lightly freckled) arms. He stared for a moment, taking in the way the thin undershirt stretched across Dean's firm chest and highlighted pebbled nipples. He met Dean's eyes for a moment, heat pooling low and quick as he gazed into lust-fogged green eyes. He didn't waste any time removing the undershirt, his fingers a little clumsy and nearly tingling with the urge to feel warm, naked skin.
He pulled Dean into another kiss, keeping it gentle at first. He'd probably never tire of kissing Dean... Not when the man went pliant, made the most arousing noises and kissed back with his entire body—like he needed it. A simple press of lips quickly deepened; hunger, want and need leaking into it and making their movements almost frenzied. He pulled away before either of them could get too carried away and he groaned softly when he looked at Dean's slightly parted, spit-shiny, kiss-swollen lips.
Castiel hissed softly, pressing a palm against himself and putting some not-so-pleasant pressure against his trapped erection. It didn't really help, not when Dean's eyes followed the movement and licked his lips. Castiel nearly groaned at the naked look of desire on Dean's face.
Dean watched as Cas slowly sunk to his knees in front of him. He was pretty sure he made a loud gulping noise when Cas' hands hovered over the button on his jeans and looked up at him, like he was seeking reassurance or something. It was probably one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and he was nodding eagerly—no way would he say no to that. His breath hitched on a moan when Cas made quick work of opening his jeans and those damn lips were on his belly, right below his belly button.
Holy shit. He was probably gonna pass out if any more blood left his brain and stampeded for his dick. He could feel Cas smirk against his skin and he had an irrational urge to smack the top of his head for being a smug little shit. Even if it was kinda awesome. He twitched, making a grunting moan sort of noise when Cas kissed his bellybutton, tongue dipping in and everything. That was a little more awesome...
Dean moaned loudly, head dropping back, when he felt Cas' warm, wet tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of his lower belly. Gentle sucking and nipping kisses went lower, sending more blood and heat to his already throbbing cock. He sighed with relief when Cas' finally got around to lowering his zipper, his erection helping things along. A second later, Cas was nosing and tonguing at his happy trail, nudging the elastic of his underwear downwards with his teeth. Oh god.
Castiel leaned back a little, admiring the view. There was little else (possibly nothing in recent memory—as far as he could recall) as arousing (or perfect) than a completely turned on Dean Winchester, especially since it was his mouth and hands that made it happen. He palmed the bulge in Dean's underwear, groaning softly at the heated firmness and spreading damp patch under his hand. He looked up and Dean slowly looked down and voiced a positively filthy moan, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He made quick work of the rest of Dean's clothes, dragging underwear and jeans down the man's toned thighs, bowed legs and into a puddle of dark fabric at his feet. He sat back on his heels and took in the sight before him. He still didn't know how the man managed to eat like he did and still keep fit, but he didn't care at the moment. He leaned back down and ran his tongue along that just-barely defined, muscled V above Dean's hip, humming softly with satisfaction. Dean's hand slid into his hair, but didn't push or direct him; just tightened his fingers with a guttural moan like he was holding on for dear life.
Dean jerked when Cas kissed along his hip and pelvic bone, tongue briefly swirling around his hipbone. It was the weirdest thing but it was sexy as fuck at the same time. Each teasing kiss went close, but not close enough, and he was twitching a little and groaning with frustration. Cas, the little teasing fucker, chuckled and that made him tingle and moan again when the vibrations of it danced across his heated skin and made a conga line right to his dick. He felt Cas leave him and he would deny the fact that he might've whined with disappointment.
But then Cas stood quickly and was, right there in his face, kissing him again. Hard and fierce, both hands fisting and pulling at his hair and angling his head around like it was nothing. He was happy to submit; it turned him on to see his mild-mannered accountant all bad-assy and bossy. He should've known Cas would be a fucking boss in the bedroom. He clutched at Cas' shirt when the other man pulled away again.
Then Dean blinked a few times, suddenly annoyed Cas wasn't naked, too. That just wasn't gonna fly.
"Strip," Dean said firmly. He needed to see Cas; that lithe, toned chest, those slim but strong legs and thighs. And, of course, that ass—he really liked Cas' ass. (It was like perfection and he idly wondered if he would ever be allowed to give in to his urge to sink his teeth into one of those cheeks.) Yeah, he really liked Cas' body and thanked whoever would listen to perverted prayers that Cas wasn't a lazy ass like him and instead was a habitual runner. Because, damn. He probably would think Cas was sexy no matter what, but what he saw now was pretty damn perfect.
Castiel's eyebrow rose but he was already moving to do as Dean asked. Well, commanded. He did it slowly, enjoying Dean's undivided attention and the other man's palpable, growing sense of frustration and arousal as he took his time pushing buttons through holes. He undid his belt lazily, deliberately teasing Dean as he did so, snapping the leather as it slithered from the belt loops. He let it drop to the floor and worked on his button and zipper with lazy movements. Dean growled softly, apparently over the slow-tease, and he chuckled.
He let his gaze slowly travel Dean's body and he cocked his head sharply towards the other side of the room, "Get on the bed."
Castiel nearly laughed when Dean was quick to comply, the other man practically tripping as he scrambled towards the bed. He kicked off his pants but kept his underwear on for a little longer. He watched Dean lay back on his bed, legs spreading (unconsciously, no doubt) and Dean's erection laying flushed and leaking against his belly. It was better than anything he'd ever seen. He absently palmed himself through his boxer briefs as he looked Dean over unashamedly. He wanted to kiss the other man again when a flush worked up Dean's chest, neck and face.
"Cas," Dean muttered, fighting the urge to fidget under the intense scrutiny. OK, yeah; he knew he was sexy, but he wasn't used to be stared at like that for fuck's sake. Not when he was completely naked, spread-eagle and waiting. Jesus, Cas needed to quit staring and get the show on the road. He distracted himself with ogling Cas right back, staring at the light dusting of hair on Cas' chest (he liked that, too—he wanted to run his fingers through it). His eyes trailed downwards, following the dark happy trail but his view of Cas' cock was blocked by damn underwear. He lifted a hand and Cas was quick to take it, lifting a knee and settling it on the bed next to him just long enough to kiss him again.
He smiled, unable to help himself. It broke the kiss, made it sappy and kinda awkward at the same time. But Cas didn't seem bothered, he was smiling too, even though Dean knew he had a little obsession with kissing. Any thoughts of complaining when Cas moved away died when he saw Cas hook a thumb at each hip, under the elastic of his underwear and wiggle the band down, shimmying his hips from side to side. He stared intently as Cas slowly inched the boxer briefs down. He watched, completely enraptured as Cas revealed hipbones he wanted to lick, that stupidly sexy crease between thigh and groin that he wanted to bite and—finally!—his cock.
Dean stared, turned the fuck on as Cas' cock—hard and flushed and thick—bounced a little before settling. He thought it would look completely ridiculous but it didn't and he was pretty sure his mouth actually fucking watered. He didn't think he'd had such an explicit view before and he suddenly hated the fumbled hand-jobs (OK, not really) and that one interrupted attempt at a blowjob that kept him from seeing all of Cas before now.
Yeah, he was proud of his dick, but Cas... Cas' was—Fuck; it was almost pretty. Cas was a little bigger. Slightly thicker. And groomed. He was perfectly OK with the fact that another man's dick completely aroused him, sent heat sizzling and pooling, making his own twitch and leak.
And dammit, Dean wanted naked Cas back on the bed with him; touching, licking, doing anything but just stand there and practically fucking him with those smoldering blue eyes instead other, harder, body parts. He groaned softly and stroked himself, hoping that would get Cas moving since he didn't seem to able to speak at the moment besides a whispered "C'mere".
Either Cas had actually heard or he could read his mind because the teasing grin faded into a heated look, slim hips jutting forwards a little. Dean nearly whimpered under that intense stare. Cas practically stalked towards the bed and he stared right back, watching as Cas climbed onto the bed again and settled close—but not touching. He could feel the heat of the other man's body and the soft gust of Cas' breath when Cas leaned closer.
Dean tried not to squirm or flinch away when Cas was closer, their noses almost touching, and studying him intently. And here he'd thought he'd gotten used to Cas' intense-as-fuck stare. He met it though, earning him another kiss before Cas pulled away to continue looking; leaning back a little. That damn blue as fuck gaze slowly went down his body and Dean nearly shivered again—it was almost a physical caress. When Cas met his eyes again, his gaze was intense. Greedy, almost.
And the moment lingered, as if there was nothing else for two naked men to be doing in a bed together but kiss and fucking stare at each other.
Castiel leaned in for another kiss, humming into it when Dean was quick to kiss back as he slid a hand up Castiel's neck. A ticklish shiver worked up his back as Dean's fingers played with the short, soft hairs at his nape. He slid a hand up Dean's hip and moaned softly when Dean immediately shifted closer, hands wandering and exploring.
Dean nearly grumbled when Cas broke the kiss again but Cas was staring at him again. At his cock, the tattoo on his pec he got on a drunken dare (because he couldn't say no to Benny with several whiskeys in his blood), the few scars that littered his upper chest and thigh. He had no idea how to react to Cas' soft, gravely voice murmuring something about 'perfection' and 'beautiful' as a hand gently stroked along his chest and side.
He was neither of those but like fuck he was gonna argue about it; Cas was a champion arguer and he lost 9 times out of 10. It was usually fun to see Cas get all into it, his face open and animated... but not now. He was still a little embarrassed Cas saw him like that. Because, really, if anyone was beautiful perfection it was Cas. It still felt weird to have Cas looking at him like that, gazing at him like he was something precious or something.
Dean could wonder what the hell Cas was doing with him, what he could see in Dean. Especially after he'd see the way women (and occasionally other men) looked at Cas. Flirting and staring at him, seeing all the awesome that was Cas. Taking in his beauty; those big, blue eyes (surrounded by long, thick lashes like some mascara model or something for cryin' out loud). That chiseled, stubbled jawline. Those full, soft pink lips.
Not that Dean would say any of those things aloud. Telling Cas he was hot or sexy was one thing, but waxing poetic about the guy's lashes, his dreamy eyes or the way his cheekbones were perfect? Nope. But it must've come through in how he touched Cas or something in his expression because Cas was looking at him all soft and warm like, the lusty 'I'm gonna eat you' look still there, but lurking behind warm blue eyes and a soft, small smile.
Dean wanted to hate the mushy moment, but he really didn't. He felt all warm and fluttery and it was pretty damn awesome. He couldn't open his mouth to say something to break the moment, even if he wanted to. He wanted to ask why Cas smile was tinged with sadness but his lips were busy, kissing Cas again.
Castiel surged forward, determined to get that look off Dean's face—the one he knew was self-deprecating. The one had hid thoughts of imperfection, focused on imagined flaws or personal shortcomings. He lost count how many times he'd told Dean he was perfect, not only in his (gorgeous) looks but inside as well. Even as he nipped at Dean's mouth, fingers sinking into messy dark blonde hair, he knew he'd keep saying those things until Dean believed him. As it was, kissing and touching Dean was a fantastic start to show Dean everything and he felt like he was drowning in the best possible way. Little by little, he inched Dean back against the mattress, the other man succumbing easily.
His hands wandered of their own accord, caressing any bit of skin he could reach before he shifted and laid atop Dean. He felt a thrill work through him when Dean only moaned softly into his mouth, legs moved to accommodate him and hands latched onto his ass. As soon as there was full skin-on-skin contact, their hips rolled at the same time, rubbing and rutting together in a fluid motion that had them both moaning.
Dean reveled in the weight and warmth of Cas on top of him. It felt really good; comforting and arousing at the same time. Cas' scent filled his senses and he buried his nose in the other man's neck, inhaling the musky scent of sweat, skin and Cas. It was a surprising turn on and only turned Dean on that much more.
The way Cas was kissing him, touching him had him gasping, moaning and straining for each and every caress. He was writhing shamelessly under Cas, trying to stifle each moan and gasp as their bodies rubbed and slid against each other. It was driving him fucking crazy and his fingers dug into Cas' ass. He arched his hips up and made a guttural noise when he felt Cas' cock slid along his, soft-hardness and sticky with pre-come. Holy shit that was hot. It was even better because they were fully naked, hot skin with just enough sweat to make things that much hotter and easier to move against each other.
Castiel pulled away from Dean and sat up on his knees. He shifted forward until he was over Dean, resting his palms on either side of Dean's head as he looked down intently at the other man. He could tell Dean was appreciating the view and a hot spike of want and lust squirmed through him as he felt Dean wriggle against him, silently asking for more. He leaned over and reached into the side-table drawer. He saw Dean's gaze zero in on the bottle of lube. Green eyes widened and he gently stroked a hand down Dean's side.
He considered putting it back until he realized there was more anticipation than actual anxiety on Dean's face. He resumed his spot and a hot ball of pleasure settled low in his stomach when Dean's gaze didn't leave his hand and the anticipation was tinged with want.
"What's—" Dean broke off, staring and feeling himself flush. Both with embarrassment (what else was lube gonna be for?) and with anticipation. Oh god; Lube was a good sign, right? No, wait—lube was a great fucking sign.
Castiel chuckled softly and shuffled closer on his knees. "Well, Dean. I'm going to suck your cock until you beg me for mercy. And while I do that? I'm going to finger your ass. Get you nice and open, slick and wet for me." He watched the flush work down Dean's chest and mentally cheered. He'd stop there if Dean wanted, but he hoped the subtle way Dean's legs parted further was a hint of his readiness for more. He brushed his fingertips across a collarbone, his lips following the same path, pleased to hear Dean pant softly and moan.
Dean hadn't expected Cas to talk like that and it was a definite turn-on, especially when he said such things in that damn gravely sex-voice. Oh yeah, he wanted all that but he was still a little nervous—this was the first time Cas even hinted at fucking him. Heat prickled through him, settling in all the good spots. His skin felt too small and hot... but in a good way. He ended up only nodding in answer, lust and lingering anxiety making a lump come up in his throat, knocking out any chance of saying something back.
He didn't even think to discuss it, try to reverse their positions. He really didn't want to and Cas looked really on-board with being on top, too, so he was good. He'd had fingers in his ass before and he'd been surprised he'd enjoyed it once that first weird 'I got freakin' fingers in my ass' feeling and the awkward pinching-pain went away. Loved it, actually. And the idea of something bigger... Well, yeah. He was so ready.
Dean held his breath as Cas slowly slid a hand down his side, cupped his hip for a moment and then stroked along his hipbone and slid downwards. He almost wanted to whimper, and then hit Cas right upside the head, for stopping right at the good part. Again—the little fucker. He got that Cas wanted to make sure things were all good, but it was getting kinda old. He'd gotten very comfortable with them doing everything so far (pretty much everything but fucking), thankyouverymuch.
Speaking of fucking... "I want you to do it," He slowly spread his thighs, shifting his hips and lifting up to give Cas a better view and angle for getting to work. Even though he felt kinda stupid (ridiculous almost) in that pose, he couldn't help smiling like a big ass dork when Cas' eyes went wide and a pink tongue popped out to slowly drag across his lips. The blue of his eyes was darker than usual with arousal but he still had, apparently, surprised the other man. He felt slutty in a surprisingly good way and he wiggled his hips, feeling bolder.
"Really," Dean added, with another lewd waggle of his hips (snorting a little when it sent his dick swaying and Cas tracked the movement intently) when Cas still hadn't moved or said anything. He watched as Cas finally picked up the lube again and popped the cap, the squishy sound almost distracting. A generous puddle of lube was squeezed out into Cas' open palm and along his fingers. Cas snapped the cap closed and tossed the bottle back on the bed, seemingly to forget all about it as he stared at Dean, a heated gaze sliding down his front and settling low.
Yeah, it was kinda awkward to have Cas staring at his ass—at him—like that, but he knew it would be worth it. Dean watched Cas swipe two fingers through the puddle in his palm and rub his thumb against them, warming and spreading the lube around. He held his breath as Cas got comfortable between his legs and waited.
And waited...
Dean was pretty sure Cas was being a fucking tease again when a finger gently caressed his balls before sliding down his crease. Up and down a few times, pressing lightly just under his balls. It was almost too light until Cas finally added some pressure; just enough to feel amazing and have him moaning like a damn porn star as Cas rubbed and pressed.
He nearly whimpered when Cas pulled his finger away, but it moved to slowly circle the furled muscle and all was forgiven. That felt amazing too and he was arching and spreading out for more. The touches continued to be light, teasing, and he nearly screamed 'Really?!' and shoved himself down on Cas' finger. He didn't, though. He waited patiently, making quiet sounds of pleasure when Cas finally did increase the pressure, warmed lube making his finger slip easily over the area. He was so ready for Cas' finger to slip in. Dean groaned softly and shifted his hips encouragingly. It popped in with a slick sound and felt amazing. He sighed, sliding his fingers in Cas' hair.
Castiel watched with intense focus. Partly because any part of him inside Dean was incredibly arousing but mostly so he didn't move too quickly. So far, Dean had only been enthusiastic, enjoying every touch and caress. He slowly pulled out and added another finger. Dean didn't even flinch. He leaned forward enough to nuzzle at the base of Dean's cock, almost forgetting he could multitask (and he had promised). A soft moan from Dean had him mouthing at the area, teasing with little kitten licks along the shaft.
"C'mon, Cas, you can do more."
Castiel nearly huffed and kept up the patient pace, but did as told. Dean didn't seem to feel any discomfort, not even when he wiggled and spread his fingers out. He took the initiative and added another, dribbling more lube over the area for good measure. He paused when Dean's thighs twitched and there was a choked off noise as fingers tightened in his hair. It was almost painful but he wasn't concerned with that as he looked up at Dean. He tried not to be distracted, looking up the planes of Dean's naked body (or the tantalizing trickle of pre-come settling around wiry curls) and saw eyes tightly closed instead of green eyes.
"Alright?" he asked, stroking along Dean's inner thigh with his dry hand.
Dean's eyes popped open and he leaned up enough to look down at Cas. "Yeah, Cas. I'm golden. Don't fuckin' stop." He let his head fall back to the pillow, amused and a little frustrated Cas was so... Cas even with fingers in his ass. But he was determined the asshole wouldn't get a damn thing if he kept up the teasing; he'd go jerk off in the bathroom and call it a night. But, thankfully, Cas was quick to listen, the fingers now back to pressing, shifting and wiggling enough to make him moan and clutch at the sheets under him so he wouldn't pull out all of Cas' hair. He didn't bother holding in the next sound when Cas' lips wrapped around the leaking head of his dick and sucked.
The double sensations were almost too much and his thighs were clamped around Cas' shoulders. He almost wanted to smack Cas away before he came... He figured now was a good a time as any. "OK, Cas. Do it."
Castiel paused, eyes flicking upwards. "Do it?" Dean nodded and he nearly rolled his eyes. "I'd rather you were a bit more relaxed, Dean. I don't want this to be anything short of mind blowing because I intend for it to happen again. Several times," he added, nipping at the side of Dean's knee before twisting his wrist and pressing forward.
"Shit, Cas. You freakin' dork," Dean huffed out between moans, pants and grunts because Cas had immediately went back to moving his damn fingers, pressing and stroking along his prostate like a pro. He was hot and tingly all over, practically choking on the unexpected rush of emotions and pleasure because Cas was being stupidly sweet even as he did those awesomely filthy things with his awesome hands. And that mouth; couldn't forget that as a tongue practically wrapped around his dick and slid upwards.
He grunted softly when Cas pulled away, but before he could say anything, Cas had managed to crawl up the length of his body so he could kiss him again. It was kinda messy and gross and perfect all at the same time. He was too worked up to care about technique or finesse.
Castiel pulled away and eyed Dean, rolling his tongue along his bottom lip as he considered something. "Turn over."
"What?"
Castiel gently nudged Dean's shoulder. "Turn over. Please," he added when Dean only continued to look up at him. He wondered if Dean was hesitant to roll onto his stomach because he thought it was less intimate. Or a more vulnerable position. He caressed along Dean's side, slipping a hand around and under his hip to grab at one of his lovely ass cheeks. Dean's expression was quick to change from confused to dazed. A moan drifted out of Dean's mouth when he let one of his fingers slip between his cheeks and gently rubbed in a circle. "Please?"
"Yeah, OK," Dean muttered, not even bothering to clear the rough sound from his voice. He slowly shifted onto his stomach, looking at Cas over his shoulder when he settled. He trusted the guy but he hadn't thought they'd do it this way. He knew it would still feel good, though, so he didn't get all girly about it. He felt Cas tap the back of his thigh and he raised his leg, tucking his knee under his chest as he pressed his face into the pillow. If he wasn't so turned on, he was pretty sure he'd be blushing right now.
Because he knew Cas was back to staring at his ass. Like, he could practically feel it like a hot caress. He wasn't sure if he'd wanna stare at an asshole, but whatever floated Cas' boat was fine with him. He wanted to look over his shoulder again, maybe tell Cas to hurry the fuck up, but he waited patiently. He relaxed into the touch when Cas finally put a hand on him, right on his lower back. He wanted to purr when Cas stroked down his hip to gently squeeze at his ass.
"Can I try something, Dean?"
Dean nodded but Cas didn't move, so he figured Cas was gonna sit there like a patient statue until he actually spoke. He tried to move his face out of the pillow, and his "yeah, go for it" was still muffled by the pillow. But Cas heard him. He felt both of Cas' hands on his ass now, one on each cheek. And pushing. He put his face back into the pillow, trying like hell to ignore the fact Cas was spreading him out like some anatomy lesson.
"Might want to grab ahold something," Castiel murmured before leaning closer. He felt more than saw Dean jump when he placed a kiss on his lower back, low enough he was practically kissing between his cheeks. He stroked a hand along Dean's thigh, murmuring nonsense in an effort to sooth Dean. He knew Dean had agreed to this but the man hadn't known what he'd been agreeing to and he hoped Dean would enjoy it. He slowly worked his way down, his tongue darting out occasionally to swipe along Dean's inner thigh or the swell of a cheek.
Dean gasped into the pillow. The rasp of Cas' stubble along his inner thighs was... surprisingly arousing. And then he knew exactly what Cas was gonna do. He stilled, unsure what he thought about it. Part of him was really fucking excited at the prospect of Cas tonguing his ass (it looked like it felt incredible the few times he saw it in a porno). But another part was grossed out and unable to figure out why Cas would even want to.
Any concerns about if he'd like it disappeared. A long, pillow-muffled moan came out of him as he felt Cas' tongue slowly drag upwards. Wet heat pressed firmly against him and pleasure sizzled through him, branching out and making everything practically throb with it
"Oh, fuck."
Castiel had paused to wait for Dean's reaction. He smirked and repeated the action, using the flat of his tongue in a long swipe along the entire length of Dean. The lube didn't taste pleasant but he didn't really care at the moment, not when Dean made that sound again and wriggled into him just a little. He pulled back admire Dean's muscled back and the swell of his ass. He pressed his palms against each cheek again, and pushed gently. He moved forward, pointing his tongue this time, and enjoyed the startled gasp from Dean. A low, guttural moan accompanied the slow push in of his tongue. He hadn't been sure how Dean would react and was pleased to see the other man enjoying it.
Very much so, if the sounds come from Dean were any indicator.
He loved the way Dean started to push back as he moaned and babbled 'more' and 'fuck yes' and 'please, Cas'. He pulled back again and pushed a finger in, watching it sink in with no resistance at all. Between his earlier work and now, Dean was completely relaxed. His cock twitched at the sight and he quickly grabbed the lube again, upending the bottle and giving it a squeeze to add more to his fingers. He, again, watched the process with interest when two fingers were sucked in.
Three were no problem and Dean was wriggling and pressing back again. He wanted to shove his tongue back in there amongst his fingers but he refrained for now.
Dean finally caught his breath, still feeling like a mindless puddle of goo from Cas' wicked tongue. He wanted to say something about all... that, but all he could manage was a breathless "Now?" instead of going back to the shameless begging. Cas looked up at him over his ass and it was stupidly hot. "C'mon, I'm ready, Cas." He was this close to begging again if he needed to. Cas slowly pulled away, fingers leaving his body with a slick sound. He wasn't excited about the weird, empty sensation but he got over it when he saw Cas tear a condom open with his teeth.
He rolled over, and leaned up, grabbing the lube from Cas. He batted Cas' hands off his own dick so he could put the condom on and lube it up. He probably spent longer than necessary, his slick fist working up and down, but Cas was just kneeling there looking blissed out and on edge instead of complaining. Which was good, because Dean would probably do or say something to ruin the mood if Cas even thought of calling him a tease.
Even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, Dean went willingly when Cas placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed, gently urging him back down. He settled on his back, pleased for some stupid reason Cas didn't ask him to roll over again. Cas hadn't moved though, and he shifted down a little, squeezing his knees on either side of Cas' hips. He stroked both hands up Cas' chest, feeling a little concerned. "Cas?"
"Sorry," Castiel murmured, knee-walking closer to Dean. He didn't know to to articulate the fact he needed a moment... The past 20 minutes (hell, the past 3 months) couldn't possibly be real and he needed a moment to convince himself he was actually there, naked with a willing (and very aroused) Dean Winchester and moments away from being inside the man. "I want you," he whispered, easing closer. Dean looked pleased with himself, even as his expression softened a little—understanding he meant more than just want.
He bent forward and grasped his cock, guiding it towards Dean. He felt on the verge of sensory overload as he rubbed the head against Dean's slicked body. Dean's hips rolled smoothly, eagerly, rising and lifting up to meet him. He looked down at Dean's face; his eyes were closed, and his tongue was doing obscene things to his lower lip. Dean's fingers were digging into his hip but he was quite sure they were both seconds away from just combusting if he didn't move. Now.
"Oh," Castiel breathed as he slowly pushed in. It was a smooth, easy glide and he nearly bottomed out without much effort. Dean's eyes flew open and he froze. He bent down enough to stroke along Dean's face with one hand and his stomach with the other, he managed to get out an "OK?" which Dean nodded to, but he kept still. He was practically vibrating with the urge to push, fuck forwards with abandon, but he wouldn't move until he knew Dean was ready.
He had been serious; he didn't want to fuck this up and have Dean never want to bottom again. He had no issues doing it if it came down to it (and really, the idea made him twitch even now), but he didn't want to cut their options like that. He was determined to make their first encounter incredible.
Dean gasped—Holy shit that felt amazing. Cas must've been thorough because the briefest twinge of pain melted into a weird (but really fucking good) feeling of pleasure-pressure. A sense of fullness. He didn't know why Cas had stopped so he waited patiently, enjoying the way Cas was practically petting him. Every time Cas' hand stroked along his belly, pleasure zinged through him and he was almost panting. He didn't know how long they'd been waiting but he could see Cas' abs and thighs flexing and twitching spastically, obviously straining with the effort of holding still.
He didn't know what Cas was waiting for; he was good. He rolled his hips a little, groaning with satisfied pleasure when Cas slipped in even more. Holy shit, that was good. Cas made a desperate little sound and hands slid to his hips, fingers digging in like Cas was trying to keep him still. Fuck that. "C'mon, Cas," he whispered. He opened his eyes again, having closed them at some point when Cas resumed petting him, and rolled his hips upwards again. He gasped, eyes nearly crossing as pleasure sparked through him, Cas pressing and stroking him from the inside. "Go, man."
Castiel nodded and thrust, slowly; wanting to make Dean feel every inch. Their gazes locked and Dean's lips moved into a smile before dropping open with a loud moan. He felt a low buzz of satisfaction Dean was quickly unable to do much else but make various sounds of pleasure as he enjoyed the slow, yet forceful, slide. He would stop but he was glad he didn't have to; he was balls-deep, and he didn't think he could pull out.
He lowered himself, using his elbows for leverage, and their lips met in a wet, frantic kiss. Dean's tongue sent a new surge of heat to his cock, and suddenly he wanted to move, to fuck Dean until he screamed, until he made him come. He wanted to take Dean apart, absolutely wreck him and put him back together again. Slowly. Piece by piece until Dean knew only him. Teeth clamped onto his lower lip, fingers dug into his ass and Dean made a growling sound of impatience. Dean rocked up against him and his control almost broke. He didn't want to rush this, but Dean was making that increasingly difficult.
Still kissing Dean, Castiel pulled out completely, and then thrust forwards again. Deep and slow. Dean moaned, breaking the kiss as his head tilting backwards and he pulled out again. He watched Dean closely as he pushed in, slowly, carefully. It was like every nerve ending screamed for release, but at the same time he never wanted this to end. Fingers dug into his back as Dean's thighs settled outside of his and he took it as a sign to go faster.
"Ohfuckplease," Dean gasped, tearing his mouth from Cas' so he could breath and try to make words. He could feel the way Cas' hips rolled and flexed with each shove in. Pleasure sparked through him as all the right spots were rubbed and slammed into. And oh, god, there was that spot. "Cas, there! Again." He had no idea it would feel so fucking good and he wondered if he'd ever want to fuck any other way again.
Castiel pulled out and waited for several breaths before he sank into Dean again. Bowed legs were like a vice around his hips and he exhaled deeply, trying to pace himself. But it was nearly impossible, what with the way Dean was moving with him, encouraging him with those hands and that mouth and those feet rhythmically pressing in at the small of his back. "Want to—ohgod—fuck you like this all night," he muttered between thrusts.
Dean could only moan in agreement, bucking his hips up every time Cas moved. He really wanted to see if he could get more of Cas inside but he didn't know if it was even physically possible. He felt Cas slide impossibly deeper and he was pretty sure the constant 'Cas!' and 'oh my fucking god' he kept saying was less than coherent between porno-worthy grunts, groans and moans, though.
Castiel arms burned with the effort of keeping himself upright while Dean writhed under him, moaning and panting. The constant pressure and friction was driving him mad with the need to just fuck, but watching and hearing Dean fall apart was too intoxicating to rush. He leaned further down to take the pressure off his elbows, and Dean cried out with ecstasy, arching off the bed before shifting upwards and taking him just a tiny bit deeper.
He clenched his teeth, but then Dean's guttural moans made any effort of containing himself any longer impossible. He moved with a single-minded ferocity. He could feel Dean's cock, hot, hard and leaking steadily, between their bellies and he wanted to get a hand on it. Dean's back arched up, moaning as the friction and pressure increased. He was done, pushed over by Dean's fingers digging into his shoulder blades, his mind becoming deliciously blank for a few glorious seconds.
Dean followed almost immediately; he fucked himself on Cas' still-hard cock, grunting and moaning lewdly. He didn't give a shit, though, not when he was finally coming, his cock twitching and coating their stomachs and chests in several spurts of come. He panted, everything feeling heavy and weightless at the same time as pleasure singed through his body. He couldn't remember ever coming like that... he was pretty sure his orgasm came from his fucking toes.
He felt Cas twitch and he grabbed onto the other man, silently asking him to stay. Even if only until they were breathing a little more on the normal side. He sorta needed a minute and Cas moving was not gonna happen if he had a say in it.
Castiel huffed softly, twitching as Dean flexed around him. He stayed inside Dean, breathing deeply, for long moments. He pressed their foreheads together, rubbing his nose slowly and gently along Dean's. He smiled when Dean reached up and wiped the sweat off his face, almost tenderly. He could barely move, could hardly breathe as he gazed into sleepy, sated, warm green eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on Dean's slightly parted lips.
"Alright?" he murmured, gently lifting off of Dean (remembering to be mindful of the condom at the last moment) and sliding to the side. He rubbed a hand down Dean's chest when the other man grimaced a little, ignoring the mess for a moment as he studied Dean for any sign of discomfort or... anything really. Dean looked blissed out; blinking slow and lazy, smiling softly and his breathing was still too erratic to speak. He took a moment to clean himself up, grabbing tissues for a quick clean-up and disposal. He gently swiped a tissue over Dean's belly and chest, smiling a little when Dean twitched and breathed out a laugh.
Dean sighed, grabbing at Cas' arm and pulling it over his chest. "Hells yeah." Cas was quick to roll closer and didn't say a word about the fact they were cuddling. He broke out into a stupid grin when Cas snuggled into his chest, a leg tossed over his, with a happy sigh and a murmured, "Good".
He knew they should probably do a real shower, tissues just weren't gonna cut it, but Cas was heavy and warm and already dropping off to sleep. And he didn't wanna get up. He managed to find the blankets with his foot, pulling them up enough so they wouldn't freeze later, and wriggled until he was comfortable enough to fall asleep too.
: -:- :
Dean let himself into Cas' front door, whistling Black Dog softly to himself. But through the stupidly giddy feeling of 'I have my own key', he was feeling antsy; anticipation, nerves, and excitement making his entire body feel flushed and bubbly. In a good way.
The boys were with Jo for the night because she'd offered and Sam nearly had a coronary at the idea of a sleep-over at Aunt Jo's. And because, yeah, he was a paranoid idiot that didn't wanna get it on with his kid in the same zip code. Jo said he was being ridiculous, people managed to have sex with their kids in the same house and managed OK. He did know that, rationally, but he needed to work up to that sorta thing. Apparently. And he would. But not tonight.
Tonight, he was looking forward to spending the night with Cas again, despite his still-lingering nerves that had him feeling like he swallowed a damn hummingbird or something. It wasn't like he didn't know it would be mind-blowingly amazing again. He was just still getting used to the idea that this was what he did now; he looked forward to snuggling with Cas, kissing Cas and (god willing) Cas sexing him up good.
Dean paused as he entered the kitchen, his brain taking a moment to catch up with what his eyes were sending it. Reflexively, his fingers tightened around the neck of the wine bottle (something he brought, spur of the moment, because Cas had mentioned once that he liked wine. So he figured he should try it. Maybe get all wined up and... see what happened).
In his stunned surprise as he stared at the sight in front of him, he probably would've otherwise dropped the damn, stupid fucking wine he'd picked up because he was stupidly gone for Cas. As he stood there, he idly wondered if someone could break a wine bottle with their bare hands... Not that he really cared.
Dean was too busy just trying to re-boot his brain so the image of Cas and some woman hugging made any damn sense. And, from what he could tell, she was a pretty woman. Even in profile, he could make out her delicate features, long red hair and a petite but nicely shaped body. They were pressed close together and Cas' face was in her neck, the long red strands covering just enough of his face so Dean couldn't see the expression on his face. A dainty, feminine hand was on the back of Cas' head, slender, girly fingers slightly curled into the messy dark hair that Dean knew was soft and awesome to slide fingers through (or grab and pull, which drove Cas wild).
Dean stared, feeling stunned stupid; it felt like he'd been socked in the stomach and his feet were glued to the floor. He couldn't move; he could only just stand there, staring. Watching.
Of course Cas wouldn't be satisfied with him. He felt all kinds of stupid to imagine he'd be enough. It wasn't like they'd spoken their undying love or anything corny like that. He'd meant to, because it was there wiggling and screaming under his manly pride, but he had thought it was too soon. He wasn't sure if Cas was there with him yet (even with those sappy, gooey looks Cas snuck when he didn't think Dean was paying attention). Or maybe Cas would think he was clingy or something. Fuck; he'd only just managed to stop keeping Cas at arm's length. Obviously, he'd come around too late...
Well, not before letting Cas at his ass like some needy idiot, anyway. Not that regretted it, like at all, but he found himself wishing he hadn't been so stupid and pussy-footed around for so long. Maybe he wouldn't be standing there, in Cas' kitchen, watching Cas cling to some damn girl.
Dean found himself wondering if this was Cas' ex-wife (even though he knew Cas hadn't seen her since the divorce) or some other woman. The fact that he knew Cas was totally gay just wasn't registering as he stared at the tightly embracing couple.
He felt his chest clench painfully and he could barely breath around the lump in his throat. He couldn't hear much past the thundering noise in his ears, but he was pretty sure he made an involuntary choked noise because he'd apparently alerted the other people of his presence before he could sneak out unseen. He watched, feeling kinda dizzy and heartbroken, when Cas pulled back with a smile and looked right at him. The smile grew and Dean felt something unpleasant roll through him.
Cas was smiling, the complete and utter little fucker—like it was no big deal he'd been caught. Like Dean should be happy Cas was standing there, arms wrapped around some bitch, in his sunny kitchen. They were probably moments away from kissing but he felt no sense of relief (or even a sense of 'serves you right, asshole') for interrupting. He just shook his head and was finally able to take two steps back.
Dean managed to put the wine down without dropping it (or breaking it, not that he cared), turned on his heel and left. He could hear Cas yelling for him, calling him back—sounding confused at first. Then upset; his shouts of 'Dean!' getting louder and sharper with concern or anger. All Dean could think was 'fuck him; fuck this' as he practically ran to his car and threw himself behind the wheel. His hands shook as he slid the key in the ignition but he gunned the engine the moment the starter caught and pulled out with a loud squeal of tires.
He refused to look in the rear view mirror. He couldn't handle the thought of seeing Cas in the middle of the street, staring after him (or maybe running, as if he could catch Baby).
Or, even worse, not seeing Cas...
He didn't know or care where he was going, but he couldn't be there anymore. It was probably cowardly, or childish, but there was no way he would just stand there and watch that shit go down in front of him.
(A/N: Uhm. Sorry for the end feels...
Kinda.
But! To make up for it, take a moment to go look up pictures of "Misha Collins in a vest, tie, and jeans". (I'll wait—you go enjoy.) That should perk you back up; I know it makes me very happy. heh.)