Notes: I am so sorry It has been so long sometimes Real Life just makes it impossible to update. However I thank you all for baring with me and you will have another chapter to follow this one by Sunday, then hopefully it will return to usual weekly posting. Also I am trying to improve upon the writing style so if things seem a little different please bare with me whilst I work through this! So please, Enjoy!
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Cas never expected it to be like this, the heat between the two of them, here in the moment, his mind is racing to keep up with all the actions happening around him, and he finds himself wanting, no, lusting after this. After Dean. Not that he could hold a candle and exclaim he has never thought about this, because he may have. Once or twice; but nothing that he ever considered acting upon because Dean is a work partner. 'You should not fraternize with a colleague'. These thoughts were processing too slow as Cas' hands were running on some form on innate auto pilot. He has not done this in quite some time, his mind tries to alert him to the unchartered territory he is hurtling into, but he shushes his mind for now at least. He is too lost within each and every sensation, he catalogues the subconscious thoughts to contend with later, for now he is content to just be. Just feel. And he is surprised at his willingness for Dean to touch him, how he wants Deans soft slick lips against his own chapped chewed ones.
Cas has a few moments to process as clothes start to fall to the floor and he is more than willing to go along with this, he feels his back hit against the door of what he can only presume is Dean's bedroom. He had not been fully coherent when Dean suggested they move, he just nodded in haste and happily followed him, his hands slipping and sliding over Dean's form as they moved and now they are here. Both panting and semi breathless, lips potentially swollen, pupils blown, if Dean's state was anything to judge his own by. As Cas looks into Dean's eyes he is not sure what he is exactly looking for, whether it is the calming notion that usually swallows him whole around Dean, or if he is looking for something more. But for once in Castiel's existence he is presently feeling things that are entirely him. He does not quite know how to process it, so he chooses not to, his hands willingly albeit trembling slightly as they move across the waistband of Dean's pants. Their shirts long since discarded in a stream to the bedroom. Now Cas had more faculty of senses he looks around the room taking in the small details that would without a doubt add to his play by play later when he starts to analyse himself. But that will be later. This is now.
Cas leans into each and every touch from Dean, his hands slowly picking apart the clothing between them, the soft moans that filter into his ears a mix of his own and sounds that Dean is making. 'Dean is making noises? Dean is into this?' Cas' mind revels in this fact as he moves with a new reverence. Cas' hands move with a single purpose to explore the expanse before them and commit it to memory, his rough pads of finger tips slide across the soft but firm planes of Dean's chest. He allows himself too sink into the feeling to feel Dean around, in and through him, and it's a heady intoxicating experience to give in to the senses, and only feel Dean all around him. Cas finally finds purchase as his hands slide over Dean's shoulders and with a defiant shove he pushes Dean off of him. He instantly misses the warmth his body had been cocooning him with. He looks Dean up and down, and it was quite the sight to behold, Dean was naked and semi erect before him he could not help but lick over his kiss swollen lips at the image before him.
"You Agent Winchester are quite the enigma" Cas smiled coyly the look in Dean's eyes was having a different effect on him right now compared to the usual stoic cold calmness he is used to, right now the look within him was creating a deep seeded heat that Cas could only presume to be the tell-tale signs of desire. It isn't that Cas was opposed to sexual relations, it is just that truth be told he has never truly experienced this type of desire. His previous relations have been in relation to fitting in and doing what is, expected of him by society's standards. That was before he realised it was perfectly acceptable to, not enter into such an arrangement. Since then he had, had little to no sexual contact, he actually preferred not to be touched. Except for right now, caught up in this moment. He wants to be touched. He needs Dean to touch him and Cas was not about to deny himself something he wants.
"An enigma you wish to unravel Professor?" Dean quirks a smile as Cas pushes him away, Cas found it almost endearing to see him smiling like that, it would appear as though Dean is interested in something defiant, not pliant. Cas pushes him again, and watches as Dean seemingly sizes him up, and Cas see's that all too familiar gleam in his eyes. It isn't something he would usually associate with Dean per say, but it certainly is a look he would know upon the face of any predator deciding upon its next move and Cas can't help but wish to push him into action.
Dean stared at Cas, his usually stoic partner Cas appeared to be different and Dean couldn't say he was opposed to this, the defiant look in Cas' eye made Dean only want him that much more. He was acutely aware that actually Cas wasn't about to roll over and take this easily. This caused Dean to smirk, the corner of his lip twitching as he leans forwards and crushes his lips again to Cas' not giving him the opportunity to protest or be defiant this time as Dean slides his hands to his waist and pulls him towards him, nipping at Cas' bottom lip as he flicks his eyes up to Cas'. The usually blue orbs stare back at him, black pupils rimmed with a fleck of blue, this causes something within Dean to itch. That familiar feeling he has when finding a victim, the instant knowing that this one would be a trophy, the feeling spread beneath his surface until that idea became his consuming thought. Cas naked tied down, all laid bare for him, strung out as he took him apart, made him share all he secrets confess all the wrongs he has done. Then Dean would take him apart in other ways maybe this would be one he put back together, just to string out again; to see if each result would be different. There is something about that look.
This time Cas broke Dean's thoughts, thus far the silence between them has stretched past uncomfortable into something akin to a lust hazed acceptance, they didn't need words not here, not now. That is until Cas decides to make an attempt to man handle Dean, somewhere in the corner of Dean's mind he wanted to step back to see what this dorky professor would do to him. But another time perhaps. For now he would allow Cas this one moment. Cas backs Dean towards the bed, he starts to push him down, to the middle of it. He climbs up and straddles Dean's hips. Dean allowed himself this opportunity to take in the sight before him, the so obviously disheveled man before him, lips parted as he seemed to relish in exploring Dean's own body. The feel of rough pads gently sliding over his skin, he smirks up at Cas'. His hair all out of place from Dean's own hands, Dean couldn't help but notice the thrumming pulse under the pale expanse of skin across his neck, he wants very much to bite and mark and feel that pulse under his tongue. His eyes continue to take in the sight of Cas, affording Cas his time to do what he wants before he took back over. Dean relishes in the pleasant weight above him right now bucking his hips up towards Cas to gauge his reaction, he is pleased as Cas shoots him a dark look, something about that look makes Dean's cock twitch, Cas isn't as naïve as he had presumed him to be. Dean paused his thumbs swiping over the jut of Cas hips as he waits.
Cas' lips were exploring, the spit slick lips still chapped against his skin, it felt like a combination of silk smooth and sand paper across his chest. The moment Cas' bit down around Dean' nipple he uses it as a distraction gripping his strong hands around Cas' hips and flipping him over throwing him back down in to the bed. He stares at Cas watching as the shift happens he just catches the flicker in Cas' eye a moment of panic and that was enough, Dean has what he wants. His prize was here and he is taking it. Nothing is about to stop him.
Deans lips brush against Cas' a moment, teasing him, distracting him, one hand slipping into his hair whilst the other stretching above them to the side pulling open the drawer wrapping his fingers around a small bottle. Dean kisses Cas breathless, his tongue searching out all the places within Cas' mouth that elicit the sweet wanton sounds Dean wants to hear. He twists his fingers within his hair and pulls his head aside changing the current position of his lips against Cas, this new kissing angle caused Cas' to moan out louder, Dean responded in kind returning each sound with one of his own. He moves slowly down Cas' neck licking the stripe down the jugular vein, the steady strumming of the pulse almost matches Dean's own steady rhythm that is slowly resonating within his own ears. He resists the urge to bite down into the steady thrumming despite its call to him, his cock twitching at the idea of leaving a mark there, and he would but first he wants something else. Dean places the small bottle beside Cas' hip as he then places his hands upon Cas' shoulder, in order for this to be enjoyable he needed the presently tense body under him to become relaxed, his hands started to ease their way around Cas' form. Pushing and gliding over each muscle pushing fingers into pressure points to feel each muscle twitch as his lips followed their own path, his tongue lapping at his skin. His nose running a trail along Cas' clavicle taking in a deep hit of the scent that was all Castiel with a hit of something familiar but not Cas, Dean almost growls as the scent he didn't register that it was his own right away. The deep dark roasted coffee scent lingered above the other scents, old books and fresh baked pastry with a cinnamon hint hit Dean as an almost after thought, it was almost masked behind the lingering scent of some fruity detergent that Dean didn't think suited him.
Dean works himself lower, his fingers now more soothing over the planes of his stomach his tongue dipping into and around his navel the feel of Cas' thick cock now pressing against his sternum, Dean wants Cas, all of him. He wants this now. He reaches for Cas' thighs and pushes his legs apart settling between them as he pushes his knees up Cas' feet flat on the bed surface. He wraps a hand around Cas' hard thick cock, gingerly stroking, almost experimentally, his thumb circling the tip, dipping into the sit dragging the precum down along his shaft, his gaze lifting upwards to watch Cas' reactions. Whilst his other hand grabs the bottle flipping the lid of the lubricant open, he wasn't inept at his, he could do this with his eyes closed. He squeezes the tube placing a small amount upon his index finger using his thumb to close it, dropping in back on to the bed. As he slowly circles the tip of Cas' cock with his tongue, he needs to gauge how ready for this Cas is, with his lube coated finger he circles the tight entrance Cas' nervousness showing here only, his face gave nothing away but his body could not lie. He parts his lips and sucks at the tip of Cas' cock as he spreads the lube around Cas' hole, slowly pushing his finger inside as he lowers himself down around his cock. He sucks gently at first his lips sliding up and down Cas' thick shaft as his index finger pushes slowly and rhythmically into Cas', he starts sucking harder feeling Cas relax as he starts to press and rub over his prostate, feeling it swell as Cas relaxed more. Dean moves his finger in a slow circular motion forcing Cas to open up for him, Cas' body encouraging him to continue. Dean slips in another finger. Cas' was a willing bottom and his body reveled in this chance. Dean could feel it, he looked up to see Cas' slacked jawed expression the soft moans escaping him with almost pleas for more, but the words never seemed to make it out past a garbled whisper between the moans.
Dean pulls up off of Cas' cock licking his lips as his fingers twist within Cas' ass, now teasing the swollen prostate that was beginning to make Cas squirm. Dean likes this look on Cas' he wants to truly see him come undone. He licks one more, slow stripe up the underside of Cas' cock tonguing at the sweet spot just under the head of his delicious length. The scent of Cas' is much stronger now, he has to restrain himself from running his nose along it, so he settles for his hips instead, the sharp teasing juts of his hips. Dean gives himself this much, no one would see the marks here, he sucks and drags his teeth along the pale skin, not stopping until the seaming previously creamy skin now bloomed dark red almost purple. Cas' hand now twisting into Dean's hair pushing and pulling him in hints of directions of where Cas wants him to go, but Dean bats his hand away glaring up at him.
"Cas, No!" His voice dark and low, it has been the first words uttered for a while and it shocks him how he has not noticed the void of words before now, but even now he has no need to fill the space with empty necessities.
Cas let out a whimper of "Please" and for it Dean bites him hard, Cas' hands now return to gripping the bed sheets and moaning out Dean's name, it amused Dean how easily Cas would be controlled and his mind wondered just how easily he would allow it to happen, how far could he push this usually stoic nerd. He pulls back settling on his knees between Cas' legs, Cas' eyes widened and he essentially gawks down at Dean, Dean winks at him and leans forwards kissing along his jaw as he speaks low almost whispering into his ear the only thing he was going to say.
"Trust me Cas' I got you"
Cas' expression changed, less of a feral animal desperate for touch but more of a patient lover who would trust Dean with this, the change didn't escape Dean he just didn't care to comment or dwell on it right now, his cock is aching and he wants to fuck Cas' till the professor was screaming that he needed to cum.
Dean pulls Cas' legs up placing one over his shoulder, his hand running along his thigh and over his hip whilst his other hand busies itself working the lube back open. He wraps his now lube coated palm around his own cock stroking himself a few times as he encourages Cas to lift his other leg to his shoulder as he presses himself slowly into Cas. Watching Cas' expression as the tight heat surrounds him now takes his mind away from everything else, he summons his strength to not snap his hips down into Cas as quick as he could because he wants to lose control. He holds back as he watches Cas, Cas' eyes closing, Dean is expecting to see some traces of discomfort or possibly pain flit across Cas' face but all he sees is the need and desire for more of this. Dean places his hands either side of Cas' head and started to thrust slowly trusting the present angle was enough for Cas as he aimed to push and slide against his prostate with each trust, his cock creating a slow rhythm of friction for them both. He looks down at Cas now, their eyes locking together for a moment as a calmness appears to have taken hold of them both. An eye of the storm Dean muses over how pretty Cas' is like this, but as soon as the calmness hits it's gone. One scream from Cas is all it takes, he drops his head and kisses him hard swallowing down each and every noise he now makes as he starts to build up from slow, feeling the subtle shift of Cas under him, he can tell what Cas' wants, the slow steady burn within them not enough. Even Dean has to admit the changing paces and stringing the sensations out whilst enjoyable are not what they both need right now so he strikes with a hard and fast pace hitting Cas' prostate each time. His own moans spilling from him lips words all jumbling becoming nothing but incoherent noises between the sounds of their bodies moving together.
Dean slams down, he is surprised by Cas' flexibility the way he hooks his legs around Dean's neck and raises his ass, causing Dean to slip a little, but it changes the angle and this way Cas is flexing and tightening around Dean's throbbing cock. He feels the tell-tale twist within his stomach, the pleasure that is a slow simmering build between them, but their actions are anything but slow. Cas is thrusting back at Dean taking him all, almost greedily. Dean didn't expect this, he thought maybe Cas would take some more coercion to this point. But Cas' is full of surprises, he pulls Dean down almost bending himself in half so they can kiss again, his fingers are digging into Deans shoulder, the slight pain there is enough to stave off the onslaught of pleasure Cas has raging through Dean's core. The longer he rolls his body down his hips snapping forwards the harder it was becoming to ignore the call to release, he mutters out to Cas through pants as they break the kiss to breathe.
"Fucking touch yourself Cas, Dammit… fuck"
Dean bites down on his lip and Cas doesn't miss a beat he's sucking and nipping along Dean's jaw and Dean is almost squirming above him when Cas should be the one squirming under him. Dean turns his head and drops it to Cas' shoulder, if Cas' wasn't past sucking and biting marks onto his jaw then who was he to deny his want for the column of neck that has been tormenting him for weeks. Cas appeared to get with the motions now as his own fingers wrap around himself Dean is almost mesmerised for a moment looking down between them as Cas' fingers wrap around himself. The little noises Cas make now seem shallow and if the way he is clenching around Dean is any idea to how close he is, then Dean was almost certain he could hold off and let go with him. He drags his attention back to the focus point now. His lips find Cas' neck instantly flicking his tongue along the pulsing jugular, his teeth scraping as he moans out Cas name. He isn't sure it was the first time but it was certainly the most clear he was moaning it. His hips start to stutter as the feel of Cas under him is becoming too much. He couldn't hold back any more he props himself up with one hand and his other hand starts to work between their now sweat slick bodies. His hips rolling and snapping against Cas in an almost reckless abandon, his own pleasure taking root fast, he's held back as long as he could and the feeling of Cas flexing around him now was too much for him to hold back from. His own hand sliding down over Cas' his fingers gently running over Cas' balls, he squeezes gently gauging Cas' reaction to this before continuing, he could feel Cas is as close as he was, he kisses up his neck towards Cas' ear whispering hot panting heavily.
"Let go Cas, want to see you, need to feel you, fuck just let go"
It seems as though that has been what Cas' has been waiting for, some kind of signal, or command to let go, because as soon as Dean utters the words to him Cas screamed out "Yes" and cums hard, spilling hot stripes over himself and against Dean's chest. Dean watches Cas in avid fascination as Cas' orgasm washes over his body. Dean's own hit him whilst he is trying to bask in the light of what he has given Cas. He is then lost within his own pleasure, as Cas' tight ass milks him as he too cums hard, his muscles twitching as pleasure surges through him. His cock twitching as he feels as though every inch of him had just experienced the same amount of pleasure, the built up pressure spreading through him as a pleasant hum. He holds himself up for a few moments then collapses upon Cas panting through the pleasant heavy feeling that still shook his body, he smirks as he feels Cas' body still trembling under him from the same after effect.
It took him several minutes and several more lazy kisses after that for the high to start to subside and for his body to return to normal functions, he rolls off of Cas and collapses beside him in bed. He glances to his side and smiles at Cas.
"We should do that again sometime, you been holding out on me huh?" Dean grins at Cas, then turns his attention to the ceiling.
"I have not been holding out on you about anything, it just seemed, inappropriate before. Still does." Cas mumbles he too staring up at the ceiling.
"Ah don't get all awkward on me now Cas, we gotta shower yet, then you can get awkward on me." Dean tucks his hands behind his head and sighs contentment filling his bones right now.
"I am not being awkward Dean, I am stating the truth."
"Cas, you need to work on your post sex talk ok, just agree with me and tell me we'll do it again sometime, just humour me ok?"
"I do not understand why you would want me to lie about that Dean, I do not know if we will"
Dean groans and swing his legs out of bed and stands up stretching out, facing towards his bathroom. "Look I am going to shower you can either bring your lily white not-so-innocent ass to join me, or go use the other bathroom, I don't care." With that Dean walks off to the bathroom switching on the shower Cas' too formal attitude returning so quickly pissing him off.
Dean didn't hear Cas approach from behind him until he was talking which caused him to jump, he hadn't expected him to follow at all.
"I believe you have misunderstood me Dean." Cas approaches him his eyes wondering around the bathroom
"Nope, heard you loud and clear, oh by the way, I think I might start calling you Mr Fantastic, you can bend and move you know?" Dean grins at him, his usual cool charm slipping back into place, his anger and rage pocketed away for some victim he will pick up once Cas has gone or maybe he'll just leave Cas behind and go out.
"Then what are you reacting like a petulant child instead of talking to me Dean?" Cas arms fold over his chest and Dean actually considered how bothered by this Cas seemed.
He shrugged and rolled his eyes "don't know what you talking about, look we not gotta have a fucking sharing of emotions and all that chick flick shit, so you gonna shower with me or no?"
Cas sighs and pokes at his chest. "You are a child at times Agent Winchester. If you were not so ascetically pleasing it would be a serious problem for future sexual encounters."
Dean laughs at that, Cas' words and his formal nature were hard to deal with except when he is stood naked about to shower with him. "So there is a next sexual encounter, you just enjoy watching me squirm huh? Yeah I noticed that" He winks and steps under the shower.
"I presume that wasn't the only thing you noticed Dean?" Cas follows after him stepping under the hot stream of water showering down the remnants of their activities.
After the shower Dean had been insistent that Cas could stay the night, that he should stay but Cas wanted his own bed and laying awake all night beside Dean, whilst it had merits it was not what Cas wished to do. He needed to return home, if he stayed he would think too much and waking up beside Dean would only be so much more awkward than meeting him tomorrow at work and pretending like nothing had happened. Cas made his decision he was going home, after several awkward moments Cas walked out of Dean's house and down towards his waiting taxi, he wasn't sure if he should have kissed Dean good bye but he chose not too, he didn't want to complicate matters.
In his mind he had a lot of already complicated matters and his working relationship with Dean Winchester should not be one of them. It was too easy to compartmentalize, they both needed this release and to Cas' surprise he had needed it more than he ever realized. Perhaps all this time he had been missing out on something as satisfying as this. It was something now that he was aware of he would certainly like to consider more of. He had always presumed his own sexual attraction was driven from those around him and that his own did not truly exist and yet here he was tonight a more than willing active participant in the best sex he had ever experienced. At least that is what his endorphins are telling him right now, he hadn't felt a high like this since he was a teenager and the surge of them has his running after them like a teenager. He needed to be honest that is why he needed to leave Dean's house. If he were to stay in bed with him he would have ended up requesting they have more sex, and that would have most certainly required a "chick flick" talk as Dean had put it. And Dean had a avoidance to those things so he too would avoid such a confrontation with Dean.
Once home Cas did not head straight to bed as he had expected himself too, though thoughts of Dean naked and panting and sweaty about him swarmed around inside his head. He could still feel the ghost prickling feeling within him, a sense of how much he still wanted the real sensation hit him and he shook his head looking for his phone book. He hunted around the house until he found it under a stack of duty journals in the corner of the room. He really needed to clean up within this room. He opened the small brown leather bound book and started flipping through the pages searching for Sam's number. Once he found it, he sat himself down within his chair the book open in his lap with Sam's out of hours number staring at him, he was going to need an appointment an emergency one to talk about this, and he could not think of a better person to talk to. He could have possibly called Charlie or even Balthazar but he would not be certain either of them would understand they both knew Dean, Sam did not. Sam was his Switzerland, he could talk to Sam and not have to worry about any repercussions. He sat and started to type out his message to Sam.
Samuel I have made a grave mistake please….
Samuel I have had sex please book me in for an emergency appointment
Samuel, I must request an emergency booking I had sex with my work partner
The messages were not working for him, he could not find the right words to say, so he settled for the best he could come up with before he changed his mind and called Balthazar.
Hello Samuel, I require an appointment with you as soon as possible I have something I must discuss with you
He hit send and placed his phone upon his coffee table and decides that now would be a prudent time to get himself a cup of tea and something to eat. He was feeling hungry and tired, but first he wanted to wait to see if Sam would reply to him. He also had a sneaking suspicion that the moment he climbed into bed he would be unable to sleep anyway. He had far too much on his mind, that and every time he blinked all he could see was Dean about him sweaty and panting, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to play it out or save it for some time later. He doesn't want to re-watch his mind's eye view again so soon, not when the remnants of Dean were still so evident on him he didn't need his mind's eye view, he still had the real feeling flowing through him. Not that this was cause for concern just his extended afterglow of sex, he had read about this before it is normal to feel high and had pleasant warm feelings towards the one who had just made you feel so good, so logic dictated to Cas he did not need to concern himself with this thoughts right now. They are natural for him.
He walked into his kitchen and filled up his kettle to boil the water to make tea using this as a soothing routine back in to normality for him. Shifting his mind from post sex haze back into his usual line of thinking, standing there staring at his kitchen wall demanding himself to think of work, school work at that. Focusing his mind on his classes and his students and most certainly not the green eyes of a FBI agent he should not be entering a sexual relationship with. He shook his head, it was not even a sexual relationship, it was one sexual encounter that is all. The whistle of the boiling kettle pulled him from his thoughts, he brewed his tea and started to think about his next assignment to set for his class, sitting back down in his chair he pulled his legs up under him and glanced at his phone that alerted him to one new message.
Castiel, are you all right? It is almost 3am, do you wish for me to call? If not I can see you tomorrow morning but it will have to be at 8am. Sam.
Cas stared at the message a few times he had not even noticed the time, he had been at Deans far longer than he had expected himself to be. He sighed and quickly replied.
My apologies Samuel I did not realise the time, nor did I mean to wake you. I am ok. I shall see you at 8am.
Cas quick hit send and sank back into the chair sipping at his tea as he wondered what he would tell Sam tomorrow and just what advice Sam would give him. He set his tea down beside his phone and turned on the television searching for something to occupy his mind as he allowed himself to fall asleep to the monotone sound of the news reporter from the television.
Notes: :: In regards to safe sex please remember in the real word to be responsible :: in the universe these characters inhabit there is an inoculation for all STDs/STIs/HIV and mandatory health checks for those working for the government, which will be covered when Cas has his talk with Sam::