Hi there!
ok, FINALLY, it's sex time. Hope it won't disappoint.
Cas found himself dumbfounded and unable to stop staring. Ok, the staring thing might be nothing new, because regarding to Gabriel, Castiel had some serious issues with his sight, that's why he was always staring. Or, his brain – thanks Anna – needed just more time than a normal person to get in line with what his eyes saw and gave a proper feedback to his consciousness. Why again, had their parents decided they needed THREE kids?
But this, this was something else, and Cas seriously started to consider Anna's theory about Cas's staring. Because seriously? The guy in front of him… Nope. Not real. He wanted to blink, really. He was just too afraid to do so. What if IT disappears? Because holy Mary and all the Saints in sweet wherever they lived… THIS vision in front of him… If visions like this means that Cas is suffering from severe hallucinations he never wants it to stop.
The simply most beautiful hazel eyes he ever saw were staring right back at him, and those eyes belonged to the most handsome face he ever hallucinated. Not that it was a habit of his.
With FRECKLES, and how ridiculously perfect that was? Cas always has been a sucker for freckles. Give him a few nicely situated freckles on a cute face with big eyes and he is already melted into a puddle on the floor. And those lips? Just the cherry on the whipped cream decorated perfection in front of him. Cas is almost afraid to look at the guy's body, who – if Cas's feedbacks are correct – staring back with the same disbelief. But he is not so sure about that because…well yeah. His mind is probably playing tricks with him.
A rather grumpy woman breaks the spell cursing them about the dropped drinks and Sam along with a blonde, Jo, if Cas remembers correctly are a bit too eager to help, which ends up with more drinks spilled.
But soon the pool of alcohol is cleaned up and they are sitting again, and thank God the black haired harpy is not trying to make another move on him, but looks amused as hell, with an all-knowing sparkle in her too pale-icy-blue eyes. Pam, wasn't it?
A few months later she – Pam indeed – apologizes to Cas for making a move on him, and as she puts it, she'd never have done so if she'd known that Cas bats for the other team. But her gaydar must have been offline under the influence of the shots he had that night. Cas just shrugs and tells her in front of the whole squad, that he bats for both teams, and Meg, his ex-girlfriend from sophomore year in college would agree with him, and tells the 'psychic bitch' – by Dean – that there are no bad feelings, it's just Cas prefers his conquests a bit more obedient. At that Dean is blushing bright red, really he looks like a tomato, Pam is gaping like a fish in a net and everybody is staring, Bobby included. Jo starts giggling, then everybody is laughing and Cas learns, that NOBODY talked to Pam like this before. After coming back from disbelief-land, Pam tells Dean firmly, to MARRY Cas right now, or she'll make another move.
But right now, they are sitting in the booth, Dean – fucking Sam's fucking BROTHER, and Cas wants to KILL Sam for hiding Dean from him for so long – is sitting next to him, which makes the staring a bit difficult, but the gentle press of their legs under the table pretty much makes up for it.
And yep Dean IS a charmer, and Cas usually isn't a sucker for genderizers – for the lack of better word, because Dean seems to flirt with EVERYTHING that moves – Cas registers a few things about him, he finds just too endearing. The way Dean looks at Sam, how he teases him, or the gentleness in his eyes every time Ellen appears at their table with the new sets of drinks, how his smile lits up the fucking bar every time Sam does this dorky-drunken laugh of his – which really is a nice sound and sight and Cas finds himself smiling along. Dean can't stop talking. But with his voice Cas actually considers to gag everybody who interrupts Dean's flow of words.
Not much later everybody is beyond inebriated. Cas too. The music box starts to play some old-old rock and roll song, Cas barely recognizes with his drunken mind, and the boner is not helping either, but Dean just can't stop whispering in his ears, and his big-big hands are sliding up and down Cas's tight, and WHEN the hell did he put his hands on Dean's crotch? The whole table cheers and somebody is dragging Cas along to the dance floor and Dean is grabbing his waist and they are dancing, pressed against each other, hot and hard and so-so horny.
When the song ends, everybody is going back to their table and sitting down, except them, they accidentally on purpose forget to go back with the others, instead they are heading to the nearest cab – Dean drove here, but he is in no shape for driving and neither is Cas – and are on their way to Dean's home. Cas didn't even said good bye to the others, but Dean is kissing him on the backseat of the cab and Cas couldn't care less.
The next thing he knows, is that they are running up to Dean's door, and stumbling into the apartment, attached by the lips. Cas is fighting for dominance, and Dean gives up after like a fucking second, and Cas moans uncontrollably and almost shreds Dean's shirt in his overzealous attempts to take it off. The buttons of his own shirts are flying everywhere as he rips it open because he needs SKIN, Dean's skin on his, then he is throwing Dean onto the bed – how they made into the bedroom is beyond Cas – and climbs on top of him. Dean spreads his legs and Cas attacks his torso with kisses and tongue and sucking, and oh my God, Dean tastes divine. His skin is hot and tanned and all silky, his chest is beautifully built and Cas loses his mind, he takes one of Dean's nipples in his mouth, and teases it with his tongue and teeth and Dean is shaking and trembling under his ministrations. Cas's hand finds the buttons on Dean's jeans and unbuttons them with one hand, then his fingers are slipping inside, grabbing the hot, leaking hardness he finds there.
He stops kissing and licking Dean's chest – and belly and neck and every surface he can reach – in favor of removing both of their jeans'. While he is at it, Dean grabs something from his nightstand, which appears to be lube and condom, and Cas makes a good use of them.
In not time, he is sucking on Dean's cock, like his very existence is depending on it, and he can tell, that Dean lost it, because he is sobbing, whining and groaning, grabbing Cas's hair, tugging on it, his hips are bucking, so Cas adds some more pressure, blows and sucks, licks the underside, sucks on the head, tasting nothing but pure Dean there, his saliva is mixing with the pre-cum he finds there, and then he slips on lubed finger inside Dean after teasing and massaging his balls, and Dean goes still, he is panting hard, his mouth closing and opening, eyes wide, unseeing.
So Cas adds another finger, scissoring, opening him up, but never stops sucking, and avoids Dean's prostate – for now.
With three fingers in he finally brushes it with his fingers, and looks up, and almost comes on the spot. Dean is hot as hell, back arching beautifully from the bed, with rapture and some surprise on his face, body rigid and in the next second, he is coming down Cas's throat with a soundless moan and Cas swallows it all, sucks harder, and his fingers are pressing against Dean's prostate, massaging it, until the guy goes slack and jelly-like.
Cas pulls his fingers out, and kisses the top of the quickly softening cock, then slides his body on top of Dean's, kisses him and murmurs:
- I'm not done yet, big boy. Do you think, that you can take it? – he can hear the thick, hot need in his own voice, which is deeper and raspier than ever, and all Dean can do, is nod and lick his lips.
- Good. I want you on your hands and knees for me.
It takes a few seconds, but Dean eventually manages to get on his hands and knees in front of Cas, legs spread in a slight straddle, and Cas would stop to admire the sight, if it wasn't for his aching cock. So he just positions himself behind that gorgeous ass, lubes himself up – he has to close his eyes and concentrate of not coming, because he is oversensitive and so-so turned on – and then slides home. Dean is pliant and spent, but his cock is twitching again, and Cas would bet, that it's almost painful for him, but he seems to enjoy it, so he continues, while Dean lets out a keening sound, deep and desperate.
Cas can't help but think that he is perfect. If there is a love at first sight, then love at first sex, then yep he is suffering from it. So he gives anything he has, and starts to move, and apparently in a perfect angle, because just after a few thrusts Dean is hardening again, and his hands are collapsing under him, and he is on his elbows now, so Cas is lifting himself up a little, he puts one of his soles on the sheets and he is half kneeling, half standing now and fucks Dean into the mattress without mercy – he can't hold back, not with that turned out to be real hallucination under him, around him, groaning and begging for him like some porn-star, and soon Cas's thrusts become erratic, and pants:
- Touch yourself, Dean!
And Dean obeys. How perfect is that? Too perfect. Too much. Cas is coming in no time, and while he orgasms, he fucks Dean through it, and Dean is coming just seconds after Cas is finished and is about to collapse, but the sight perks him up, because the sound Dean lets out is indescribable. It's raw and desperate and almost animalistic, with a hint of pain in it, then it's over and they are collapsing onto the crumpled sheets, and nobody says anything, they are just staring into each other's eyes.
Then Dean is smirking, and Cas grins back, they snuggle closer to each other, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, with a soft murmur from Dean, which makes Cas's heart all warm and buzzing with happiness.
-I'd like to keep you…
Next chapter will be probably our Dean dearest again, and the next morning :))
After that, I have no idea, not yet :)))
Ideas? Opinions?