AN: Some holidays will be coming up soon... Happy reading!
That night when eight rolled around they crept out onto the balcony, Dean grabbing his jacket just in case. Cas still shirtless, Dean briefly wonders if he's high; but then fireworks start. Brilliant colors light up parts of the sky behind the building adjacent to theirs; which is cutting off the view slightly. Without a word, Cas climbs up onto the rail and up on to the roof, cigarette between his lips.
"I swear you where raised as ninja," Dean gripes watching him before throwing on his jacket and following up.
"I suppose it's possible."
"You wouldn't say of course, because you where sworn to secrecy."
"Don't make me kill you," Cas deadpans, his eyes lighting up as the explosions barrage the night.
They fall silent, just taking in the scene of it all. The new vantage point really offered a better view; Dean wonders who's setting them off, but it doesn't really matter. Cas smoke billows around them as the colors change from copper reds to neon greens and everything in between. Dean steps silently behind the smaller man kissing his shoulder than resting his chin upon his bare shoulder. Cas's skin is cool and he leans back into Dean, Dean opening his jacket to envelope him in its warmth.
"It's amazing," Cas whispers darkly.
"Mhm," Dean murmurs, "We should come up here more often."
"Hmm," he hums thoughtfully.
After a while the fireworks start to come fewer and farther between, tapering off before the finally. Dean placing kisses to Cas's neck, his skin still fairly cold.
"You're like an iceberg," Dean whispers against Cas's skin.
"I am not a large ice mass in the middle of the ocean, Dean." He states frankly as Dean starts to nip at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, "If you keep this up, we will miss the finally."
"Not if we stay up here," He says softly in Castiel's ear, causing the man to shiver as he slides his hand down Cas's chest toward his waistband.
"Dean," his breathe hitches as the assault continues.
He slips his hand into Cas's pants, toying with his cock to get him hard. Dean can feel every inhale Cas takes as he's pressed tighter against him.
"You," Castiel starts, tilting his head back on Dean's shoulder. "Finish what you start," he pants.
"Why's that?" Dean asks cockily as he bites Cas's shoulder, his hand stroking steadily.
Cas hisses, keening against him, "I'm not climbing down like this." He bites his lip as Dean rolls his thumb over the head of his dick.
"Me neither," he challenges as his hand picks up pace.
Dean's other hand is splayed on Castiel's chest, thumbing one of his nipples. Cas reaches around, fisting the back collar of Dean's jacket for something to hold on to as each slide of fingers brings him closer to the edge. He sucks a new spot over the indent his teeth left on Cas's bare shoulder.
"Christ," Cas breathes, his eyes shut tight as Dean's thumb keeps rolling over the sensitive head after each stroke.
The fireworks fall to the background as the finally crescendo's around them brilliantly. It ends minutes before Cas's back arches as he cums hot and wet into Dean's hand.
"Fuck, Dean." He rumbles trying to unhitch his breathing.
Dean turns Cas's face to kiss him, "Bet you're not cold anymore," he smirks.
"Hmm," Cas hums, turning to face Dean. He looks him in the eye as he feels Dean's erection through his pants. "I think you could take care of yourself," Cas whispers darkly his mouth inches from Dean's as he grasps Dean's wrist.
Dean doesn't have time to react to the other man's words; Cas brings their mouths together urgently as he guides Dean's hand past the waistband. He worries Dean's lower lip between his teeth, pulling back when Dean groans. Castiel's fingers stroke with Dean's own on his leaking cock until he pulls his hand away and takes a step back.
He looks at Dean, whose hand is still in his own pants, like a predator. "Well?" He runs his thumb along his bottom lip.
"Babe," Dean pleads; while he can take care of himself, and has on occasion, he would much rather have Castiel do it.
"I could just leave you up here," he smirks.
Dean inhales sharply before he starts to stroke himself at Cas's instructions. Castiel watching him intently as he lights up a cigarette, Dean's fully hard cock peaking out of his pants as he keeps stroking himself. It's a bit awkward, but they way Cas is watching him keeps new waves of arousal coursing through him.
"Cas," Dean exhales raggedly, biting his lip in his efforts.
Somehow, Castiel seems to know that Dean's close and pads back towards the other man. They watch each other ardently, Cas kissing him deeply as he tightly grips his arm before sliding down to his knees. He moves the band of Dean's pants so his cock is fully exposed and licks the tip as Dean continues to quickly stroke himself. The additional sensation is all he needed and he cums on and in Cas's mouth, bits of white splattered on his full lips. Dean watching as his darkened blue eyes blink lazily up at him.
"That was torture," Dean gasps, pulling Cas roughly to his feet and licking into his mouth for a searing kiss. "Why, man?"
They head back towards the edge of the roof to hop down to the balcony.
"You made me miss the best part," Cas explains with a hint of mirth in his tone, slapping Dean on the ass and climbing back down to their apartment.
"Son of a bitch," Dean huffs under his breath as he maneuvers onto the balcony, "They're just fireworks." He calls after Cas, who's all ready back inside.
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