CHAPTER 8
Dean was hovering in that place where you're not quite sleeping but still not quite awake. He felt something tickling him. He tried to wake up but he was so tired from the night before. He had been with Cas to see them play at a new bar that had opened. Cas' band had been chosen to play at the opening night and Cas had been very excited about it. They were starting to get more recognition around town now. Afterwards, he and Dean had had a few drinks and had slowdanced to a soppy old tune. Then they'd gone home and had had fantastic sex.
Now it was Saturday morning and Dean would like to sleep just a little longer. But the tickling was persistent. It ran up and down his torso, sometimes going to his sides where he was particularly ticklish. He jerked in half-sleep. Then he heard someone laugh quietly. It sounded a lot like Cas, he thought. He felt a soft stroke on his stomach. It felt nice. Then he felt something wet and warm that travelled from his stomach towards his groin. He moaned softly and opened his eyes a little. Cas was crouching beside him on the bed looking tired but awake. He was looking at Dean, then going down to lick just above the dark hairs on his stomach.
He laughed softly when Dean squirmed a little.
"Took you long enough to wake up", he said.
Dean smiled at him. "I'm tired", he said, but ruffled Cas' hair.
"So I guess you want me to stop so you can sleep?", Cas asked.
"No", Dean said slowly.
"Good", Cas said with a little smile.
He went back to kissing Dean all around his groin area.
Dean ruffled his hair again. He loved lazy mornings like this. Cas was usually awake early even though he'd been playing the night before. He had told Dean it was the adrenalin from the gig that was still in his body.
Cas took Dean's hard cock in his mouth and started to suck him slowly. Dean moaned softly again.
Cas licked him down like he was trying to clean him up.
"Oh, Yeah", Dean sighed
"Mmmmmm.", he heard Cas say.
Cas was going a little faster now and Dean couldn't help bucking up and meeting his mouth making Cas moan. They went on for a while, Cas' mouth engulfing Dean while he slowly fucked into him.
Then Cas let him go and found the lube. He quickly slicked up a finger and started to push inside Dean.
Dean moaned loudly and Cas added a second finger. While he was stroking in and out of Dean he reached up and kissed him slowly and deeply. He took his time getting Dean ready, then he kneeled between his legs and liftet them up a little. Dean was stroking himself as Cas slowly pushed inside him. Dean gave a groan. It wasn't as painful as the first time they'd been together. It was now a year later, and Dean had become somewhat used to having Cas inside him. But it was still a tight fit and he had a suspicion that Cas secretly enjoyed watching him in this kind of pain.
Cas pushed all the way in, then kissed Dean again before he started to move slowly. He put his hand on top of Dean's and they both stroked him in rhythm to Cas' thrusts as their tongues entwined. This was heavenly Dean had time to think before Cas suddenly started to thrust hard into him. It made Dean break the kiss and go "Ough!"
Cas, the brat, just smiled at him and pushed Dean's legs up higher. Dean was about to say something but then Cas hit just the right spot and instead Dean managed to say: "You're aaaah."
Dean had to let go of himself as Cas fucked him hard and quick. The slow morning sex had suddenly turned into a true who-gets-there-first marathon. Dean braced himself against the headboard. He did like slow mornings but this was a close second, maybe even a competition to it. Cas started to moan loudly. He closed his eyes and his mouth was open, short breaths escaping him. Yes, this might be even better than slow mornings, Dean thought. He started to stroke himself quickly and it wasn't long before he was groaning and panting, pleading for Cas to go harder, harder. Cas obeyed and they came only seconds apart, Cas falling on top of Dean, completely out of breath. Dean looked into the mirrors on the ceiling and smiled at his own reflection. It was Cas' idea they get them. Dean had been against the idea at first but he had to admit he did like looking at himself and seeing what Cas did to him.
They lay for a while snoozing, then Dean got up and took a shower. While he was making coffee he heard the water start to run in the shower and a moment later Cas came into the kitchen all naked and wet, leaving wet footprints on the floor.
"Haven't you heard of towels?", Dean asked with mock scolding.
"No. What are they?", Cas asked innocently.
Dean kissed him and said "Go and get dried up."
Cas didn't say anything but smirked at him and obediently went and found a towel. He came back wearing a pair of Dean's sweat pants. Dean guessed he had nothing on underneath. They were a size too big for him and hung so low Dean could glimpse the dark hairs on his stomach. He sighed slowly. Being with Cas made him happier than he'd ever thought possible. Cas was young and had some funny ideas sometimes, whereas Dean was the older settled man, but they worked great together and Cas had never expressed a desire to be with others in the time they'd been together. Dean had been worried at first. Cas had been single for quite a while and was used to going out to find new men every week. Would he be happy with Dean?
In the evenings, after they'd had sex, they'd talked about anything and everything. Dean had asked him straight out if he was happy with Dean. Cas said yes, he was very happy. Dean had asked him to tell him if he was ever unhappy, but Cas had reassured him that he was the only man he wanted because he made Cas feel special and important. He'd never felt like that with anybody. Other people made him feel either like a slut or their property. But not Dean. It had made Dean very happy to hear and he couldn't help himself but had gone out to buy a pair of Converse for Cas. They were striped black and white. Cas had loved them; they matched his striped t-shirt that he'd worn the day before he chattet up Dean.
Dean looked at Cas. It gave him a thrill to know that if he wanted to he could yank the sweat pants down and...well... He grabbed the waistband of the pants and pulled Cas in for a slow kiss. His fingers went behind the waistband, teasing the soft skin on Cas' stomach. Cas hummed against his mouth, put his hands on Dean's hips and pressed up against him. Yes, he could pull those pants down and...Dean sighed into the kiss making Cas pull back and look at him, bemused.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked. Dean smiled and said: "Oh, you know..."
"Mhmm..", Cas said with an eyebrow raised.
Later in the afternoon, Cas was on his knees in front of the sofa, body lying on the seat, Dean on top of him with his arms under his chest and holding on to his shoulders while he fucked him ferociously. Cas liked it hard. Ever since the time Dean had spent an eternity on satisfying Cas he had spent many times trying to convince Cas that he could be quick about it.
They spent the rest of the day watching movies and eating snacks and fruit. Cas had practically moved in when they'd been together four weeks. His shoes had slowly started to migrate over to Dean's, which Dean found puzzling because he knew Cas went home with shoes on. Then it was some of his t-shirts and one day Dean had come home to find Cas' guitar next to his own. After that, he'd asked Cas to move in; they were together all the time anyway. Cas had thought about it for a couple of days and had decided Dean was a decent enough guy. Anyway, his own place wasn't exactly great. He'd moved his few belongings in the day after and when they'd gone to celebrate in the bedroom that same evening, Dean had been surprised when Cas had taken the white silk cords out. Cas had brought the metal eyes with him and had screwed them into the wall. Dean thought his life had taken a bit of a surreal turn and when Cas brought up the mirrors for the ceiling he really didn't know what to say. But as their life had settled and they had found their rutine, Dean had relaxed and now enjoyed the bit of kinkyness Cas had brought into his life.
