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Chapter 10

"How do you want it?", Dean asked ambiguously, resting his head on his palm as he set his elbow up. In his bright green eyes a playful notion glimmered, and Castiel felt as if in a dream. He bit his lower lip to constrain himself; how much he wanted to kiss these fine pink lips, press his against them to kiss Dean fervently... However, the urge to get to know the person beyond this body became intolerable, and he smiled when Dean joked "Fun facts or a curriculum vitae?", making Castiel laugh softly.

They lay on each side, facing the other, while Castiel's hand kept stroking Dean's arm idly, lovingly. He was already becoming addicted to the sensation of Dean's skin tickling underneath his fingertips...

"Fun facts", he replied with a grin, and it was Dean's turn to laugh in his face unrestrainedly. The sound of his laughter made Castiel speechless, it was as warm as sunlight, as light as the wind, and it made him want to laugh too, yet he could not.

"Alright, here we go: I like banana ice cream way too much, I passionately hate the feel of wool in my mouth, and I'm allergic to cat hair. Your shot."

Castiel's eyes gleamed with joy of getting to know the tiniest things about Dean and he pondered what he was supposed to tell him about him. Somehow he had the feeling that, compared to Dean, he was dull and insignificant; nothing in his life seemed important enough to tell it Dean. However, he tried to answer as best as he could.

"Well, I'm obsessed with cheeseburgers, as long as they're good. I love buying groceries late at night, because the shops are empty then. I already chose the graveyard and the coffin I want to be buried in. Sorry, that makes me a creep, I guess", he laughed shyly, feeling the blush returning to his cheeks. Sobriety emerged on Dean's face, yet with a whiff of tenderness when he beheld Castiel thoughtfully, contemplating his words.

"Nah, makes sense to me. You say you're a fed, and if I saw crap all day long, I'd make sure I'd be buried in a nice coffin. No worries, I don't think you're a creep. In fact, I'm getting tested in the public health department every few weeks because of my job, and that doesn't make me an overcautious freak, does it?", he said with a smile, and Castiel felt at ease again.

"Fun facts seem dangerous", he deadpanned, "let's hear some hard data."

Dean snuggled up to him and wrapped one arm around Castiel's waist, keeping them close. His body warmth didn't help against Castiel's tiredness, and he let his forehead fall against Dean's, breathing in his warm exhales. By themselves his lids shut and he started breathing slowly, feeling Dean's chest moving against his.

"Dean Winchester, 26 years of age. Current job: auto mechanic, side job: prostitute. Family status: unmarried, single. I have a younger brother called Sam, he's currently studying law in Palo Alto, California. Is this sufficient or do you need to know more?", he said half jestingly, his voice so quiet that it nearly lulled Castiel to sleep. His head was buzzing with the new information about Dean; it was a refreshing surprise to learn he didn't work in the brothel 24/7, but it made Castiel wonder once more why he was literally working his ass off here in the first place.

"Actually, it's not sufficient, but I'll return the favour: Castiel Novak, aged 28. Current job: FBI agent, my partner is the cheeky bastard you know from the other night. I'm also not in a relationship or promised to anyone...I've too had a sibling, Anna, but she's dead for two years now... Sorry, I don't know why I said that. I never talk to anyone about her."

Castiel frowned, surprised at himself. It still hurt to even pronounce Anna's name, however the impulse to show Dean every tiny part of his being was so omnipresent that he couldn't really hold anything back. Dean looked at him with a knowing gaze, a melancholic smile touching his mouth. His fingers dug into Castiel's waist like a sign of comfort.

"Family topics are also dangerous, I guess", he offered, giving Castiel the ability to shrug it off. Dean pressed his forehead against Castiel's tenderly, his hand stroking his side soothingly. "Tell me a secret", Castiel suggested, and Dean smiled a mellow smile Castiel could not detect. There was a pause between further words and Castiel enjoyed being so close to Dean; he wanted this night to last forever, the mere thought of leaving Dean so soon seemed absurd. He chocked on his own breaths and his heart stopped for a daunting second at Dean's next words, spoken so tenderly and almost in a whisper that it made his hair stand on end.

"You make me want to draw again. I haven't drawn in years... I wonder if I can capture your face correctly... Your turn..."

Castiel withdrew slightly to be able to look into Dean's eyes again, smiling softly at him. He leant forward and kissed the man's cheek cautiously, savouring the clean taste of his skin on his tongue. He buried his nose in the short strands of Dean's hair, his mouth ghosted over Dean's ear. He admitted his secrets as he breathed into Dean's ear, only quietly, albeit with a steady voice.

"I'm glad Gabe made me come here, solely for the reason of meeting you. My head whirls with thoughts of you, I find myself searching for piano compositions fitting you...I've never met someone like you."

At this, he could feel Dean tense up and his breathing stopped for a moment; then he slung both his arms around Castiel's lean frame, holding the older man against him tightly. One of Dean's hand started sifting through Castiel's dark hair, while the other stroked the small of his back, his fingers idly fumbling with the hem of his shirt. They breathed against the other person, a delirious heat was taking over Castiel. He felt stupefied and muzzled with the raw openness with which Dean held him heartily in his arms, showing him with his body exactly what Castiel's words were doing to him. It should have been scary to be captivated in those strong arms, arms of someone Castiel barely knew, however the little voices of doubts became silent in his mind when he let himself go in their embrace, relaxing against Dean's torso.

He hid his face in the crook between Dean's jaw and clavicle, his hot breath moistening Dean's naked skin with his recurring stuttered exhales. Somehow Castiel felt at home, blissfully at ease, and yet as if barbed wire cut through his intestines, when Dean's sweet mouth placed a soft kiss against his temple. His warm breath was wafting in his ear and again a yearning was stirred inside his lower stomach that made it hard to think clearly.

"You're pretty deep of thoughts for a brothel's customer", Dean mumbled into his ear, his voice carrying a playful light tone to loosen the tensed atmosphere. Nevertheless his words were unable to hide the emotions of affection rattling through Dean, and a second later Castiel breathed in sharply when flashes of desire and lust made him tremble against Dean's body. The man was teasing him ever so cruelly, his teeth nibbling at the lobe of his ear, applying enough pressure to make him swoon. He heard himself sigh an agonized moan and his vision nearly left him, black dots started dancing before his eyes. His fingers desperately dug into Dean's back, keeping him close, searching for support.

Dean started writhing against him, his pelvis grinding against Castiel's, and he could clearly perceive Dean's hard-on pressing against his upper thigh. Castiel stifled a low moan, instead he moved his head to bite ungently into Dean's neck, feeling the man arch his back to be closer to him. Heat encased them, drawing nearer and nearer, until it finally closed in on them, leaving them panting and moving against each other frantically, their hands clutching the other's hips and ribcage. In his feverish state Castiel barely noted how hard Dean made him, all he could focus on was this wonderful friction, Dean's hands on him, touching his sides forcefully, his nails leaving bloody marks on his pale skin as his palms slid under his shirt.

Then Dean's hand was warily brushing alongside Castiel's erection, his thumb barely grazing the silken skin. Castiel sucked in a breath, cramping when he couldn't control his hips bucking against Dean's fingers, craving for more of the skilled touch. Dean's hand roughly pulled Castiel's boxers completely down then, freeing him of the item of clothing he had fixed half-heartedly after their first race this night. A shrill alarm was roaring within Castiel's head, similar to a headache, when Dean's deftly fingers wrapped around his length, as he started stroking him in a passionate slow rhythm.

He choked on his own breath, his chest quavering at the intense senses, aware of every of Dean's torturing caresses. His inner voice begged him to make Dean stop, as much as his body screamed for more, for an infinite continuation of this. Castiel frowned, torn between pleasure and unrest, and still his hips rocked into Dean's tight palm affirmatively. Soon it was over, ending as passionate and manically as it had started. Castiel bit his bottom lip, hearing himself moan loudly when he came into Dean's fist, rivers of hot cum throbbing out of his dick in distant intervals.

His body became heavy and limp, melted against Dean's frame easily, when Dean shuddered against him, coming hard and with a suffocated cry of pleasure. Castiel bathed in the glory feeling of his orgasm's afterglow, clinging to Dean wearily, when Dean's pelvis rubbed against his, riding out each wave of his ongoing orgasm.

They lay there for a few moments, holding on to each other tightly, while they did nothing but panting, together coming down from their climax like drug addicts from their high. A loud knock against Dean's door made the bubble of their dream world burst in the end, and Dean withdrew a bit to scan Castiel's face with a tender smirk. Castiel returned the look with a satisfied smile of his, then he bent forward to kiss Dean's sweaty forehead fleetingly.

They dressed and cleaned up quickly then, hearing the bodyguard's shouts outside growing ever louder. When Castiel was decently looking, he got up and turned around to Dean, who was still lying on his well-used bed with a smug grin; Castiel let his fingers glide through Dean's short cropped hair, trying to memorize the deep green of Dean's eyes as he drown in the dark orbs.

"See you next Friday", he said, and it sounded like a promise, making his heart bleed with bitter-sweet pain.

"Is this becoming a habit?", Dean laughed softly, making Castiel blush hard.

"Maybe", he grinned, walking out of the door.

TBC

Has anyone ever tasted banana ice cream? Where I live you can't buy it but I would love to eat it hahaha... THANKS again for your lovely support, I can't tell you how much it delights me x) if you have any suggestions or you think there are some things I could improve, let me know! Next update will be on Monday!