After much consideration, this is going to be the last chapter (except from the epilogue but that'll only be short). I've had so much fun writing this story, and if I didn't have my holiday coming up I probably would have made it longer.
But who knows, maybe I'll do a sequel?
Anyway, I'll think about it. But thank you so much everyone for all the reviews (seriously never thought I'd get this many) it really means so much, all of you followers and favourite-ers. You rock. All of you. Seriously.
I would like to once again apologize for my pole dancing scenes, as I have no idea how to write them and how they should look, I'm just making it up as I go along.
Enough of this rambling. I think you'll love this chapter; we've got some smut, fluff and Cas on a pole! What more could you want, eh?
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Dean lay silently on Castiel's bed, his legs spread and skin cold against the soft cotton of his sheets. He squirmed slightly, not quite believing he was in this situation. A situation he had put himself in, but he still was disbelieving none the less.
It had been two weeks since Castiel's birthday and two weeks since Dean had given him the stripper pole. The gift had half been a joke, and half serious. While he had been seriously hoping that Cas would like it, and maybe even use it, Dean had been fully prepared to pass it off as a joke. But the heated look in his eyes had told Dean all he needed to know about Castiel's plans with the pole.
And here he was, two weeks later, lying on his boyfriend's bed, already half hard in anticipation of his first 'official show'. It was safe to say he was fucking excited.
Cas had been very specific about what Dean could and couldn't see before his 'show', that man was a fucking perfectionist, and wasn't going to let Dean have any sneak previews no matter how many blow jobs he'd offered. Dean had to applaud him for that though, if he'd been offered that many sexual experiences he would have been putty in their hands.
Fuck willpower.
"Are you ready?" he could hear Castiel's voice from the other side of the door, nerves in his voice very prominent. And yes, he'd never felt more ready in his life.
As he said before, he didn't have a lot of willpower.
"Oh baby I was born ready." It was a cheesy line he knew, but from the giggles he could hear from beyond the door, it had done its job and relieved some tension.
"I have no idea why I'm sleeping with you."
"Because I am the very embodiment of sexual desire?" He retorted in his most eloquent voice.
"Wow more than two syllables, I'm impressed."
"What can I say, I know how to turn on nerds."
"Do you want to see me dance or not?" Dean and Castiel both knew it was an empty threat, but he still played along.
"Just get your fine ass in here, and dance."
"Aha there's the Dean we all know and love." As he was saying this, Castiel walked slowing into the room and Dean gasped softly at the sight.
The hard planes of Castiel's chest were covered in a fine sheen of oil and glitter than Dean may or may not have stolen from work, it highlighted his muscles perfectly and Dean ached to run his tongue all over his and taste the skin that was so delicious and so purely Castiel.
As he didn't have any outfits that fit Cas, he'd made do with just his tightest pair of boxer briefs and mussed up his hair even more than usual giving him that gorgeous fucked out look. Dean thought this outfit was a lot better than any others he could have given him.
He looked amazing, and the best part was this was all for him. It was all his.
Castiel arches an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"
Well, fuck. Dean's already practically incoherent. "F-fuck … yeah." He nods frantically.
Oh god, he can't wait to see him move.
Castiel takes his sweet time making his way over to the pole they set up in a corner of his spacious room, knowing how much he's teasing Dean every step he takes. Fuck, his ass looks so good in those boxers; they're like a second skin. It's sinful.
He has perfect view from his position on the bed, and can see as Castiel takes a deep breath to compose himself as he grips the pole.
Castiel slowly spins around to warm up, to get his confidence. And then all of once it's like a switch is flipped and he then he really starts.
He spins fast, and grabs the pole as he stops with his other hand behind him and uses it to grind against it. Damn, Dean thinks as he feels his cock go harder, he really fucking wishes he was behind Cas instead of that pole.
As he sinks down against the pole he spreads his legs suggestively and it takes all of Dean's strength not to go over there and take Cas against the pole.
When Castiel stands up, (it's like his bodies made of water he's so fluid and graceful, fucking natural) he reaches up and grabs to pole quite high and jumps at the same time, gripping the pole between his legs.
At this point Dean can't help himself any longer and frees his aching dick from its cotton prison, and this is why he's so glad they're not at the club. He can stroke his dick as much as he wants whilst Castiel stares at him wantonly as he grinds against the pole.
Fucking lucky pole.
He groaned and scrunches his eyes shut as he flicks his thumb across the head of his dick, gathering some of the pre come gathering there. It feels so damn good, but he knows it's no one where near as good as when it's Castiel hands wrapped tightly around him.
By time he opens his eyes Castiel is standing in front of the pole, hard dick prominent, and with the way Castiel is looking at him and biting his bottom lip he feels like he will explode from desire.
"Come here. P-please." His whispers huskily, his voice seemingly dropping an octave with the lust.
It doesn't take more than a second for Castiel to spring in to action, seemingly as desperate for as he is. The bed dips slightly as he climbs on next to him, and Dean looks up at him with a look that's a mixture of lust, love and adoration. And Castiel thinks it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
Dean arches up as Castiel leans down to kiss him; he's determined to feel those heavenly lips against his own. When they finally do touch Dean melts into the kiss, he's never been too touchy feely before, but somehow just the simple press of Castiel's skin against his own turns him into a complete sap. Not that he's complaining.
He shivers as Cas runs his hands up his naked chest, pausing slightly to tweak his nipple, drawing a muffled moan out of him. God, he knows exactly where to touch him to make him pliant and wanton under him.
"Such a cock tease Cas." He murmurs next to Castiel's ear, knowing his breath is tickling his sensitive earlobe in the most delicious way. The shudder and moan is proof that he was right.
He grabs Castiel's hips and drags him over to lay on top on him, and promptly grinds him hips up so their cocks meet with perfect friction.
Dean knows he's a slutty bottom, but at this moment he couldn't care less, all he can think about now is having Castiel's fat cock filling him up. He needs Cas inside him. Now.
Castiel takes the hint and pulls his underwear down and gracefully climbs out of them before turning his attention to Dean and strips him too.
"God Dean. So fucking hot. The things you do to me." Dean can hear the want dripping from his gravelly. He wraps his bowed legs around his boyfriend's waist and pulls him down so their naked dicks rub against each causing both men to moan.
"P-please Cas. Need it."
"Know you do baby … fuck … lube … we need lube."
Dean lets him go long enough for him to get the lube out of the drawer. He more than eager for it now, dick leaking profusely, dripping with need.
"Turn over. Hands and knees. Now." Castiel says gruffly, and Dean shudders at the orders. Only Castiel knows about how submissive Dean can be, no one else had ever seen through the cocky, alpha male façade.
He quickly does as Castiel says; thrusting his ass out like a two-dollar whore, knowing how much Castiel loves it when he's desperate for it.
Dean winces slightly at the burn of the intrusion of Castiel's first finger, but that quickly turns into a moan when he crooks his finger and rubs against his prostate. He loves how Castiel can make him see stars so quickly.
One finger soon becomes two as Castiel expertly scissors his puckered hole open, the burn quickly fading away. He can't help the loud moan that escapes as Castiel presses hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I'm ready … oh god … please just fuck me Cas."
He can hear Castiel chuckling behind him, he both loves and hates how Castiel can have this much of an effect on him.
"God can't wait to be in that tight ass. Fuck. Can't believe I've fucked it so much and it's still so fucking eager for my cock." Dean loves how dirty Cas gets when he's really turned on, some of the things he comes out with is porn worthy, but it still turns Dean on even further.
Suddenly he can feel the blunt pressure of Castiel's cockhead pressing against his sloppy hole, and damn it takes everything he has not to push back against it, desperate to have him fill his hole up. And Castiel does. He fills him up nice and slow, inching in until he's balls deep.
They both simultaneously moan.
"Fuck. Oh … can I move? Damn so tight."
"Y-yeah. Please. Need it."
Castiel sets the pace slow, but from how the night's been he knows that neither of them will last long, not with all the dancing and teasing. When Castiel shifts, Dean moans because the angle is oh so perfect and hits his prostate on every other stroke.
Spurred on by the sweet sounds coming out of Dean's lips, Castiel begins to move faster, slim hips pounding harder and harder into the perfect ass in front of him. Dean loves the sound of their sweaty skin slapping together, it's so fucking hot.
"C-Cas … not gonna last long … so fucking good." Dean is proud he managed to squeeze out a coherent sentence as it's almost impossible to think of anything but the pleasure of Castiel's cock.
Quickly Castiel reaches round to grab Dean's dick, and it doesn't take more than a couple of tugs before he's coming hard all over the sheets. He can feel himself clench around Cas, and from the way his rhythm is faltering he knows he won't last much longer.
Sure enough a few thrusts later, Cas grabs onto his hips hard enough to leave bruises before coming deep inside him.
Castiel collapses next to him, and looks as well spent as he feels. And in that moment he's never felt happier.
"Love you Cas." He mumbles, in the post orgasm haze he starts to feel sleepy.
"I love you to Dean. So much." He looks up at Dean, and his crystal blue eyes are soft and warm, full of love. "Yes, Dean. Yes I will move in with you."
Dean smiles softly, and gathers the most important person in his life in his life in his arms and falls asleep content.
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Well, I hope you enjoyed it, I certainly have enjoyed writing the whole thing.
The epilogue will be up shortly! (hopefully later tonight!)
Reviews are love!