A/N: Sorry again. Late to update. This one has a bit of fluff and a bit of smut. I suck at writing fluff, so... whatever. Hope you guys like this. It also has so plot info in it. I know, gasp plot? Really?LOL. Anyway. Here it is.
Chapter 11
Dean was slowly coming back to consciousness. He could feel the sunlight on his face, the heat of a body underneath him, and gentle fingers running through his hair. He smiled. "Hey, Cas." He opened his eyes to see the blue eyed man's face inches from his own. Dean had fallen asleep on Cas' chest, arms wrapped around him. "Sleep well, Dean?" Cas smiled back. This was comfortable, this was relaxing. "What time is it? Feels like I've slept for days." He started to move and felt a pain in his lower back, and grimaced. "Are you okay, Dean? Did I hurt you?" The look of concern on Cas' face was astounding. It warmed the green eyed man's heart to see it. "No, no. It's a good pain," and he kissed Cas' lips softly. "Really, I'm fine." Cas just wrapped his arms tighter around Dean. "It's about 6:30 in the evening. We only slept about an hour or so."
The two of them laid there, limbs entwined, breathing in sync. "Hmmmm. This is... nice.," Dean smiled softly. Cas just hummed into his hair. "By the way, when is Gabe coming home?" Dean had lifted his head to look at Castiel. "He said he'd be at work until at 8 or 9 tonight. We're safe for a while." He chuckled. Dean put his head back onto Cas' chest and snuggled down into the blankets. "I hate to move, but I'm starving. Getting fucked by a hot guy will do that, I guess," he smirked. Cas chuckled again. "I'm hungry, too. But I don't want to move. Can we just stay like this for a while longer? Please? I want to remember the way you feel in my arms after I leave tomorrow." Dean jerked his head up to look Cas in the eyes again. "Tomorrow?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes. Unfortunately, my work here has ended, and I'm needed back in the city. I need to leave to drive back by 3 tomorrow." A frown was on his face. Dean could tell he didn't really want to leave. He pulled himself closer to Cas (if that was possible). "But I'm just getting used to you being here." He felt like he was whining. "Uh, well... I don't really, know, but..." Dean trailed off, turning bright pink, hiding his face in Cas' chest. "I don't want to leave, either, Dean. But I can't stay here. My life is in the city." His voice had a sad note to it. He heaved a sigh. "Can we just make the most of the time we have? Please?" He placed his hand on Dean's cheek, tilting it up so he could see him. He searched his green eyes. Dean gazed back at him. "Yeah, definitely. We still have all night and all morning tomorrow." He waggled his eyebrows. Cas just laughed.
They laid there awhile longer, each man lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Dean's stomach made the decision for them, making a loud noise that seemed to echo throughout the room. "Well, I guess I'd better get you some food, Dean. Before you die of starvation," Cas laughed. Dean laughed with him. "Sorry, man. I'm always hungry. And sex just makes me more hungry." With a big sigh, Cas started to remove himself from under Dean. "Well, let's go then. I'm pretty hungry, too. I worked hard today, you know?" His sexy smirk was back on his face. "Yes, you did. Maybe I can pay you back... after dinner? What do you think, Cas?" Dean's dick was waking up a bit at the thought of getting to fuck Cas. The blue eyed man smirked at Dean as he stood up from the bed. He called out over his shoulder, "I just might take you up on that offer, Winchester," and he walked out of the room wearing nothing but his smirk.
Dean shook his head, and stood to get out of bed. He had forgotten all about cleaning up after their escapades. His stomach was sticky and itchy and felt awful. "Cas, I really need a shower, man. This is disgusting." He chuckled. He walked into the hallway with the sheet wrapped around him. He could hear the shower already running so he slowly opened the door and walked into the bathroom. He could see Cas' form behind the frosted glass door. He made his way to the shower and opened the door quietly. The sight of Castiel Novak wet and naked was almost too much for him. He was instantly hard. He took a breath in and started to speak, but Cas spoke first. "Just couldn't stay away, huh, Winchester?" Dean wrapped his arms around Cas' waist and rested his arousal against his ass. "That's because you're so damn hot, Novak.," he breathed into Cas' ear. The dark haired man leaned back against Dean's body. "Hmmmm. I thought you wanted to get cleaned up, Dean. Feels like you just want to get dirty again." Cas brought his hands around to grab a hold of Dean's ass and squeezed.
That was all the encouragement that Dean needed. He pushed Cas against the wall of the shower, kissing his neck and back. He ran his hands down Cas' back, to his ass. He massaged the rounded mounds while he leant in and said, "It's my turn. Gonna fuck you right here, right now. Wanna hear you scream my name when you come. He rubbed his throbbing erection against Cas' crack. "Dean..." he breathed, as he tried to reach behind him to touch Dean. The green eyed man slapped his hand away. "Don't touch. Let me take care of you Cas." He squatted down and kissed the soft mounds of his ass. He mad his way to Cas' hole and licked. Cas gasped and stiffened. "Relax, I've got you," Dean whispered. He rested his hand on Cas' hip as he stood, kissing him on the shoulder. "Dean, please..." Cas pleaded. The other man just chuckled. "Patience, blue eyes. We have all night. I want to take my time, make you feel amazing. Don't want you to forget me when you leave." Cas could feel Dean's lips all over his back and shoulders. "How could I ever forget you, Dean?" he panted out, his breathing erratic with need. Dean made his way back down Cas' back, and parted his cheeks. He sat there, just looking at Cas' pink hole. "Beautiful...," he murmured then licked him again. Cas took a ragged breath in, closing his eyes. Dean's tongue pushed into Cas just slightly, and the blue eyed man moaned. Dean smiled, massaging Cas' ass.
By the time he was good and wet from Dean's tongue, Cas was a shaking, writhing mess. Dean pushed one finger slowly inside of Cas' heated hole. Slowly pushing deeper and deeper until his knuckles were pressed against his flesh. "Dean, please, need to feel you open me, fuck me. Do it. Now." Cas was insistent, almost begging, and it turned Dean on more than he wanted to admit. "Cas, we gotta go slow. Don't wanna hurt you." Cas pushed back hard against Dean's finger and turned his head to look at the green eyed man. "I'm not gonna break, Dean. And I'm not some tight assed virgin. FUCK. ME. " Dean gulped and took a deep breath. He pushed a second finger in, still locked onto Cas' eyes. The blue eyed man tilted his head back and moaned. "Fuck, Cas. So sexy..." Dean stood up, removed his fingers and pressed his hardened cock to Cas' hole. "Gotta have you now, Cas."
He maneuvered himself into place and pushed inside. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, Cas! So tight!" He was barely hanging on. He had to still completely, close his eyes, and breathe to get his composure back, or things would be over embarrassingly fast. He felt Cas shudder with his entry, and Dean could tell, they were both in the same predicament. But Cas recovered before him. "Dean, move, please. Fuck me now. Fuck me, Dean..." Dean's eyes shot open, and the site of Cas pinned against the wall, water cascading over his body was too much. His desire to please the blued eyed man was more than he could stand.
Dean slowly pulled out and then slammed back in, drawing a heated breathy, "Dean... FUCK!" from Cas. "God, Cas, just can't hold back," he growled into Cas' ear as he thrust into the other man unrelentingly. Cas kept moaning, chanting Dean's name like a litany, sprinkled with curses. "Dean, oh God, Dean. Fuck, yeah. Harder, harder. Fuck yeah!"
Dean could feel Cas' muscles quiver and start to tense. "God Cas, so close. Please, tell me you're almost there? Can't hold on..." His voice was wrecked, and the only thing in the world was Cas, the beautiful blue eyed creature pressed against him. "Yes, Dean. Yes... so close. Oh God!" Dean reached between the other man's body and the wall, grasping Cas' cock tightly. He gave one hard tug, and he was rewarded. "DEEEAAANN! FUUUUCKKKK!" Hot come spilled out of Cas' pulsing cock in long spurts. Feeling that, hearing the glorious noises out of Cas' mouth, and the tightening of Cas' muscles around his cock, Dean couldn't hold on anymore. One more thrust and he was coming. "Caaaassss!" His hips kept rocking through his orgasm, hand still gripped tightly onto Cas' now softening cock.
When the immense pleasure that they shared ebbed a bit, Dean pulled out slowly, overly sensitive. He leant into Cas' back, pressing tight against the dark haired man, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Fucking amazing, Cas." Castile chuckled, still slightly breathless. "Not so bad yourself, there, Winchester." The both chuckled, and Cas turned around to face Dean, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Now we really need to get cleaned up. But, I'm sorry to say, it's going to have to be a cold shower. We used all the hot water." The smirk was back. But Dean leaned in and kissed the other man sweetly on the lips. "Might be for the best. We can't seem to be this close to each other without having to fuck one another. The cold water might help us get out of the house." Cas grinned at him. "It might, but I doubt we'll get out of here in a timely manner. I can't help myself. You're just so... delicious." He licked his lips, raking his eyes down Dean's body. "Jesus, Cas. You're killing me, man. You're insatiable!" They both laughed. "You're the one who couldn't keep your hands off of me while I was showering, Dean."
As they spoke, Dean lathered up his hands and was soaping Cas' body. "Anyway, whatever. Let's get on with it, then. I'm starving," said Dean. Cas grabbed the shampoo bottle and started washing Dean's hair. It was almost mechanical how they cleaned each other, but the touches were soft, caring, and almost loving. It would have been incredibly arousing and erotic if they hadn't just come a few minutes before.
Every so often, they would catch each other's ye, and they'd both smile, shyly. "You, know, I've never washed anyone before. I thought it'd be more... sensual"?" Dean almost asked. Cas smiled, looking him directly in the eye. "Oh, it can be, Dean. But right now, I'm tired and hungry and the water is cold. Next time we shower together, I'll show you how sensual it can be." Dean swallowed harshly, his cock trying to rise to the occassion, but only twitched. "Now, let's get dried off and dressed. I'm hungry. And Gabe will be back before we know it." He turned off the water and stepped out, handing Dean a towel.
Dean dried himself slowly, chancing glances at the beautiful creature in front of him. Castiel Novak was something. He made Dean feel things he'd never felt before. Thoughts of a future with the blue eyed man were flashing in his mind. As much as those thoughts made him immensely happy, they also made him incredibly sad. How were they supposed to have a future together when they'd just met, barely knew each other, and Cas was leaving tomorrow? There has to be a way...
