More sexy-time... let me know how it is...


They somehow untangle themselves from the couch, sitting up groggily and rubbing the sleep away.

"Not to be a party pooper or anything," Dean starts hazily. "But what is this?" He asks motion between them.

Cas tilts his head looking intently at him, "I don't like labels." He states simply.

"Right," Dean nods, as Castiel stands grabbing a cigarette and heading to the bathroom. Dean sits there for a moment before Cas reappears with just a towel slung low on his hips as he smokes.

"I have some things to take care of today." Cas says, awkwardly.

"Ya," Dean agrees standing up. "Me too, I'll um head out." He walks over to Castiel and kisses him briefly. "Text me, or whatever," He adds before leaving.

Dean doesn't hear from Cas the rest of the weekend, and call it pride or whatever, but he refuses to text first. That's not to say he doesn't wrestle with his phone, debating back and forth, but he doesn't want to seem clingy or anything, he's not a chick.

He's eating breakfast Monday morning when he gets a text from Cas.

MSG: FromCAS

What are you

Doing today?

Dean reads it twice, what the hell kind of question was that he thought before quickly texted back the word, "school." No sooner does he send it then his phone vibrates with a reply.

MSG: FromCAS

Skip.

Dean mulls the idea over in his head, deciding he could afford to just drop Sam off and skip the day, schools over pretty much anyway. He takes Sam to school, making him swear on pain of death to just say he's sick if anyone asks and not to tell mom and dad. He blasts some AC/DC on his way to Cas's before receiving another message telling him to just go on in.

He jogs up the flight of stairs to J16 and tentatively lets himself in.

"Cas?" He calls out closing the door behind him.

"Hello, Dean." He hears behind him, swiveling to see a freshly showered Cas, wearing only sweat pants and methodically scrubbing a towel threw his wet hair to dry it.

Dean swallows taking in the site before him, noticing that the bruises on Cas's sides are all ready healing as well as the cut on his nose. Cas pads from the kitchen towards Dean tossing his towel on the couch arm before pulling Dean in for a demanding kiss full of heat and tongue.

Castiel slides his hands under Dean's shirt to remove it as Dean gently runs his knuckles up and down Cas's sides. Dean's shirt falls to the floor revealing his sunkissed skin, Cas moving him backwards towards the bedrooms. Their mouths working together, never breaking as Cas starts on Dean's pants. A soft groan escapes Dean's lips as they keep moving towards their destination, Cas moving to kiss down Dean's neck and chest. Dean's hand on the back of Castiel's head as his pants fall away, pausing to toe off his boots and stepping out of his pants.

Dean grabbing Cas to bring their mouths together again his hand sliding down Cas's tattooed back and dipping past the waistband of his sweats. They make it to the door jamb of what Dean guesses is Cas's room, hands and mouths everywhere before Castiel reaches behind Dean to open his door. Dean falling back slightly as Cas uses his momentum to back him toward the bed, pausing before it.

Castiel pushes Dean back onto the bed forcefully; taking in the sight of Dean in just his underwear, cock all ready straining against the cotton. Castiel leans over him bringing their mouths together hungrily as he crawls up Dean's frame, sliding his hand under the waistband of Dean's briefs and pulling back before touching his cock. Dean groans bucking his hips slightly.

"Cas," He gasps out, before flipping them over, Castiel's eyes darkening as he looks up at him. Dean kisses his way gently down Cas's bare chest sliding down before dragging the other man's pants off his hips, his cock springing free. Dean tosses them to the floor crawling back up Cas, rutting erection against erection, Cas swallowing his gasps as Dean brings his mouth back to his chapped lips.

Castiel takes the opportunity, growling in the back of his throat as he flips them again so he's back on top. He slides down Dean's chest, stopping to lick each nipple in turn Dean breathing in a staccato of breathes. Cas makes his way down placing soft kisses along the waistband of the other mans underwear, nuzzling Dean's cock through the fabric before removing the offending garment to add to the pile.

"God," Dean writhes under him as Cas takes him in his mouth sucking as he bobs a couple times up and down his cock, before releasing him.

He moves back up straddling Dean's hips, stroking his cock a couple times before sliding his hands down Dean's arms, intertwining their fingers to lock the other mans arms above his head pinning him down. Castiel leans forward kissing Dean chastely before locking both wrists with one hand and sliding the other to the side of Dean's face. He draws his thumb across Dean's swollen lips, their eyes lock as he offers his fingers for Dean to suck.

Dean takes Cas's finger into his mouth swirling his tongue and sucking them with same techniques he applied to Cas's dick the first time they hooked up. Castiel's eyes shut as he takes a shuttering breath. After a while Cas removes his hand apparently satisfied, before moving off of Dean and taking up position between his splayed legs.

"Fuck!" Dean grits out as Cas prepares him quickly and deftly with his nimble fingers.

"That's the idea." Castiel replies breathily, and what Dean thinks, smugly.

Once Dean is good and ready, Cas grabs the pre lubed condom from the nightstand.

"Ready?" He asks, looking down at Dean, who sits up and pulls Cas into a bruising kiss, by the scruff of his neck. Castiel takes the distraction to push in, catching Dean off guard as he falls back on to the mattress.

"Relax," Cas grunts out, waiting for Dean to be ready and relocking his arms above his head.

"Cas," Dean gasps, as he relaxes taking the other man all the way in, before Cas starts to move.

He starts off at a slow steady pace building quickly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. Dean writhing and grunting with each snap of Cas's hips, the other man breathing in ragged burst above him. Castiel leans forward to mark Dean's neck over the all ready fading mark from last week, the new angle hitting Dean just right with every thrust.

Cas throws his head back with a groan, his pace becoming more erratic as they reach the brink, sweat glistening off their bodies. Dean cum's first, back arching as he releases his orgasm between them. Cas follows with a couple hard thrusts and a deep growl escaping the back of his throat as he collapses forward before rolling off Dean on to his back.

The two men's chests heaving as they struggle to bring their breathing back to normal. Dean brings his hand up to the sore spot on his neck.

"Possessive bastard, aren't you." Dean rasps smiling at how awesome that was, even though he was already awkwardly sore.

"Hmm," Cas pants throwing the tied off condom away.

They lie there a bit longer before Dean turns towards Cas propping his head up on his elbow. "I take it you've done that before." He grins watching the steady rise of fall as Castiel breathes next to him and nodding.

"Indeed." He rasps out, Dean brushes the still damp hair off his forehead, before trailing his fingers down to trace Cas's tattoo.

"What's this symbol mean?" Dean asks outlining it.

"It's enochian," He begins. "Kind of wards off Angels, sends them away."

"Like back to heaven?" Dean ask.

"Most likely."

"So you where named after an angel, which explains the wings on your back," He begins. "But then you also have a banishing symbol that gets rid of angels." Dean sums up.

"It would appear so." Castiel replies turning his flushed face towards Dean's.

"That makes sense." Dean whispers gently, stroking his thumb across Cas's cheek, Castiel leaning into his touch. Dean thinks of asking about his scar, but decides against it, opting to kiss him instead.


Again, first full blown sexy scene So let me know your thoughts... I love lazy sunday, I crank it out ;D