They are totally frozen by the time they reach Cas' place. Dean gets out of the car shivering and he looks suprisedly at the small but neat and nice house. Cas notices the amazement in Dean's eyes.

- What is it? – he asks.

- Uhm… nothing… just… you bought a house?

- We always planed this, didn't we? You wanted this, because you told me that you always lived in crappy motels when you were a child, and how much you would have liked to live in a house for once.

- Yeah, but… I thought that we… together. We buy a house and live in it together.

- I still want it, Dean – says Cas smiling, because he knows now where this conversation heads. – And I just rent this house. You can get in the payments anytime, or we can buy it one day. Just in that case of course, if you would decide to live with me.

- Cas, you know I would – whispers Dean with quivering lips. – But not now. Not yet.

- Alright. At least you should come in to warm up a little. You're shivering.

- You just pick me up again, because I'm cold? – he asks with an ironic smile and starts following Cas towards the front door.

- You're crazy.

Dean feels like home as soon as they enter the warm house. He thinks that his place is here in this little suburban house with Cas by his side. After getting off their wet jackets and shoes Cas takes Dean by the hand and leads him into the living-room. He makes a fire in the fire-place to Dean amazement. Cas pulls off Dean's wet socks and jeans.

- Do you wanna take a hot shower? - He asks while he covers Dean's legs with a warm blanket. – You would melt up sooner, believe me. Your foot is ice-cold.

- You go first. I'll go maybe later.

- Right.

- Can I look around till then?

- Sure. I make you a tea.

Dean hears as Cas turns on the tap in the bathroom. He puts the blanket on his shoulder and walks around in the room. It's unbelievable. The fireplace alone. They were talking a lot earlier about the images of their dreamhouse. This living room looks like exact the same way, as Dean imagined his dream parlor. A large, thick carpet in front of the fireplace, and a plenty of photos all over the walls, shelves and on the mantelpiece. Even Cas' books disappeared, probably he found another place for them in another room. Dean walks around and watches the photos from closer. They didn't shoot too much photos during the short time they spent together, the few were taken mostly about their fooling at home. But all the pictures are here now, settled into classy montages, that it looks like they've been together for years, and the myriads of photos shows their whole life with Cas.

Dean puts his cup down on the table and shoves the blanket off of his shoulders on the bed. He opens the door of the bathroom. The wall of the showertub is covered in mist, Dean sees only Cas' sillhouette in the steam. It's still beautiful. As Cas stands under the pouring water, with his head bowed, Dean wants only one thing: standing beside Cas under the shower. He takes off his shirt, pulls down his briefs, closes his eyes as the bursting warm steam soothes his skin. He opens the door of the showertub.

- Can I come in? – he asks smiling.

- Dean – Cas gasps and gazes Dean's naked body as he steps next to him under the water.

Dean can't take his eyes off of Cas' watery face, as his damp hair sticks to his forehead and he just stands there in silence and can't even swallow. He runs his fingers through Cas' locks, smoothes them back and drinks in the sight in front of him. Cas closes his eyes and moans quietly.

- God, I missed you so much! – he whispers.

Dean doesn't answer, doesn't say anything just takes one of his lovers hands and pulls him close to him. He kisses Cas hot and long, while he lets his hand go and starts caressing the man's upper body. He starts with his shoulders, then his hands slid down to his chest, pressing gently the nipples, which makes Cas moan. Dean's hands go down further, grip the man's hips firmly. Dean breaks the kiss, he puts his forehead to Cas' for a second, then his mouth starts following the path of his hands. Cas' skin is soft and smooth, just like he remembered. He kisses every inches of his body with pleasure, sliding down slowly towards the nipples. He loves Cas' nipples, especially the birth-mark above his right one. He pays a lot attention for it this time, too. He puts out his tounge and touches the mark with the tip of it. He smiles to himself, knowing how that thing makes Cas go crazy. The birth-mark is really close to his nipple, but not on it. He tastes the mark for a few seconds, then slides his tounge to the nipple and starts licking it around and around. He feels as Cas grabs his shoulder, when he sets up rubbing the other nipple with his fingers, hoping he gives Cas just as much joy, as he feels, simply from touching him.

His mouth slowly leaves his chest and as he's going down further, he lowers to his knees on the wet tile. He glances up and looks into Cas eyes for a few seconds. Cas' sight is hazy and dark from the lust, just as Dean's. His breathing speeds up as he sees that Cas looks straight into his eyes when he put Cas' cock into his mouth. He massages it with his tongue first, than his head starts pumping rhythmically and his lips are pressed around Cas' swollen member.

Dean knows very well, that he's doing it great. He heard it a million times. But if he does it great with a stranger, then Cas gets a thousand times more, because Dean enjoys it himself. Enjoys as Cas's body tenses, as he feels every twitch of the dick in his mouth, and the well-known salty taste, and he loves the feeling as Cas' grips his hair gently. As he speeds up his pace he knows that Cas is very close. He reaches up with his right hand to grab gently Cas' balls, starting massaging it. That move makes Cas lose his self-control, and comes into Dean's mouth with a loud moan.

Dean feels that Cas leans down and pulls him up beside him. The man looks deep in Dean's eyes in silence for a few seconds, smooths his watery hair backwards with his fingers and wipes the drops from Dean's cheek with his thumb. He strokes Dean's swollen lips, then kisses him, holding him so tight as if never wanna let him go.

They are just standing there for minutes, under the pouring, hot water, and Dean feels, he knows that he doesn't wanna wait anymore. He wants to feel Cas inside him, right here and now.

Dean is kneeling on the thick, soft carpet and Cas is staring at him magnetized. He kneels with Dean in front of him, and watches as the flame in the fire-place is dancing in his hazel eyes. His face is a little flushed and he's beautiful as always. Cas takes stock of everything on him from inch to inch. His still a little bit dank hair which now sticks to his forehead tangled, his wonderful green eyes, the freckles on his nose and cheeks, he loves so much. He's never seen a man before who has more gorgeous, more desirable and softer lips like Dean. He grips his jaw gently and raises his head to kiss him tenderly. Then he continues wondering. In the last few month Dean gets an even better shape than before. His chest is definitely muscular and the old pentagram tattoo looks extremly good on it. As Cas gaze wonders lower, his member changes its state from half-hard to rock-hard. He is already over on a marvelous orgasm, just like he always fantasized about it, except the satisfaction is much more full-blooded in the reality. Dean's dick though is still untouched and waiting patiently in front of him. Cas touches gently Dean's erection but his eyes never leave the boy's face. And the vision itself is a satisfactory. Dean closes his eyes, swallows hardly and moans quietly. As Cas palms him, Dean's face is contorted with pleasure, his lips part and starts breathing louder and deeper. Dean's almost gasping when Cas' pace speeds up, and he whimpers lustfully.

- Cas… God… Cas, I want you… so much – he's panting – so much…

- Tell me, Dean… - Cas' voice is small and hoarse, he can't take his eyes off of Dean's face – tell me what you want.

- I want to… feel you… inside me – groans Dean, and Cas spreads Dean's legs apart with his other hand. Now Dean kneels in front of him in a wide stride, which makes him a little shorter than Cas.

Cas slowly, but firmly pushes one finger in Dean's hole an it's followed immediately by another. He feels as Dean almost sits in the move as Cas starts pushing his fingers in and out. Dean embraces Cas' shoulder and grips into his back while he's kissing and biting his neck in sweet torment.

- You thought about this? – asks Cas, enjoying the other's whole body's writhing with pleasure. He presses his own hard dick to Dean's stomach.

- Yes… no… more… harder – Dean almost sobs.

- I tell you what I'm gonna do now – whispers in Dean's ear – You kneel to the couch and lie on it, keep your hands on the pillow. I push my dick into you from behind and start fucking you so slowly and so long till you lost your mind from the pleasure…

- Cas…

- …then I speed up and pound into you so hard, you get off without touching you. Then I lay you down on your back on the carpet, spread your thighs and slam into you untill you're hard again. And I kiss and bite every fiber of your body to make you come so hard like you did never in your life before.

Cas feels Dean's body trembling with pleasure and the boy heart's pounding so intensely, it almost bursts out of his chest. Cas tips him down on the couch, leans on him and starts biting his neck softly. He furrows a gouge with his tongue on Dean's wet back to his butt-cheeks and steeps his already reamed hole with a few forceful licks.

- Cas, please – Dean's panting and groping the couch so hard, his knuckles almost white from grasping.

Cas straightens, catches Dean's jaw and turns his face a little, to press a gentle kiss to his lips, then thrusts into him with one, hard move.

- Aahh – Dean cries out and Cas is wondering how Dean can resist not to get off to the side of the couch.

Dean is tensed like a string and Cas knows that he isn't far from the first, but he wants to luxuriate and wants Dean to have a mind-loosing orgasm. He starts moving slowly, and feels that Dean pushes his hips back with every single move. Cas grabs his hips firmly to hold in place while thrusts his cock into Dean harder and harder.

Cas has an unbelievable self-control. He is in Heaven and ready to cum in any second, but knows that this is not for him. He wants Dean to get off alone, and then they get to the top nice and slow and burst out together. Cas watches as Dean's body squirms under him, his hands are clutching the couch and burries his face into the pillow to muffle his cries.

- Cas… Jesus…Yes… - and moans like that leave Dean's mouth, untill finally he can't say anything, just burble groans.

And Dean comes so hard, that if he didn't lie on the coach, he would probably collapse. Cas doesn't give him too much time though. He pulls Dean's limp body to his, and lay underneath him on the carpet. Dean is woozy, lying half-unconscious, but his eyes snap open wide when he feels that Cas touches his still too sensitive member. He tries to flinch away from the touch but Cas holds him in place tenderly and starts stroking him again, uses Dean's semen as lube. Dean feels as Cas leans above him and starts teasing his nipple with the tip of his tongue. He knows it unseen, that Cas smiles at the twitching, Dean's cock gives in Cas' palm. Cas' tongue wonders to the other nipple, takes it among his soft lips, and pulls, squeezes and teases untill Dean's cock starts swelling again.

Dean runs his fingers through Cas' silky hair, grips his shoulder with his other hand and knows that the firm grip probably will leave a mark, but he knows it too, that Cas doesn't mind. Cas loves to feel the strenght of Dean's body, just as Dean loves Cas' dominance and charge. Suddenly Dean grabs a fistful of Cas' hair and tugs it gently to raise Cas' head and look into those ocean-blue eyes. Cas' gaze is blurred from the lust, but as their sights meet, it clears up and he stares deep into Dean's green eyes. He pushes into Dean this way, staring into each other's eyes. None of them turns away or breaks the eye-contact. They explores every sign of delight and lust with pleasure on the other's face. Both of them bath in sweat, Cas shoves into Dean deeper and deeper, and Dean puts his legs on Cas' butt to urge him to deeper thrusts.

Dean scratches Cas's back at one time, strokes his face at another, or pulls his hair, or even rises up from the carpet and sucks Cas' nipples with such a fervor which makes Cas groan so loudly, that it almost suppresses the noise of the smacks as Cas' hips slam to Dean's butt-cheeks. Dean is close again, very close, though he doesn't want it to end. The rapture is so sweet, he wants to feel Cas inside him so much, that he holds back his growing orgasm every time. But when Cas takes his cock into his strong palm and starts pumping it with the same pace as he fucks Dean into the carpet, he can't take it anymore. He knows that Cas comes with him, that he is also very close to the end, so he lets the passion carry them away, and he gets off into Cas' palm so hard, that his vision darkens for a second. He feels yet that Cas thrusts into him for a few times so viciously that he crawls inches upward on the carpet from the force of it, than Cas' sweaty, warm body collapses onto his chest, panting heavily.

Dean is gasping like he ran a Marathon, but he breathes hardly with Cas' body on his chest. Cas likely knows this, because he rolls off of Dean and lies beside him. They're both panting sweaty in fornt of the fireplace, and Dean never feels himself so happy in his life before. His heart is full of love and devotion, and his body is so satisfied that tiredness takes toll on him. He feels as Cas leans above him, brushes his hair, caresses his face, kisses his forehead, lips and the tip of his nose, and pulls him in a tight hug, then takes off a blanket from the couch and covers themselves with it. Dean turns to Cas, burries his face into the man's neck and drops off to sleep immediately.

Thanks for reading. :-)))

I still haven't finished yet, there will be a few more chapter.