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Chapter 26

He was a wreck. A total, helpless wreck; his composure was long gone, and Castiel tried to sweep the debris of it together, when he took deep breaths again and again to calm himself. He felt his fingers tremble and the cold sweat ruining another of his best shirts. Exasperated he pulled it off and let his eyes scan his wardrobe for anything else he could wear tonight, something that would feel comfortable and flatter his looks more importantly. He had tested the silken sanguine shirt, a white shirt and a navy blue suit vest, a simple blue-striped shirt – all of it to no avail: He had either soaked them with soapy sweat or had stared at himself in the mirror for too long, his glare scrutinizing his appearance skeptically. Damn it, he wanted to look handsome tonight! It was Wednesday evening, and he was supposed to be at Dean's place in half an hour. Of course, he was frigging excited, and thrills of pleasure ripped through him like an ongoing brutal explosion – but on the other hand he wanted to break his closet into pieces and sob desperately. He was absolutely losing it, the mere thought of seeing Dean again making him go haywire.

With a disapproving grunt he grabbed the close-fitting black shirt and a plaid dark blue button-down shirt and put both on, feeling disappointment rattle through him, tightening his throat. When he observed himself in the mirror though, a tiny tender smile came to his lips – he looked natural like this, the outfit definitely suited him; he ruffled a hand through his hair, a sigh left his mouth. He had wished for something more spectacular than worn-out jeans, a shirt and an opened button-down, he had wanted to impress Dean with a perfect suit or another clever outfit, but no, he just looked like a lumberjack. He wondered if Dean had the same difficulties finding something nice to wear, but then again, Dean was so handsome, he was probably one of those guys that could wear anything and look good in it. An unnerved groan left him when he gave up and threw his arms in the air in defiance, grabbed his car keys and left his apartment.

Castiel counted inwardly to ten, urging his heart to beat a healthy beat, not with these crazy, frantic thuds. Bada-dum. Bada-dum. Bada-dum-dum. He was standing in front of Dean's apartment door, absolutely paralyzed, and his fingers clutched the bouquet of flowers he had chosen for Dean tightly. He cursed and bit his bottom lip, asking himself what he had been thinking to get Dean such an impressive bouquet, consisting of yellow gillyflowers, white petunia and orange gerbera, among the usual green stuff. What the hell had he been thinking? Dean was a man, a manly man, a man who most likely hated flowers (if that was even possible for any human being), and Castiel wanted to puke when he feared for Dean's worst reaction as he waited for him to open the door. When it did, Castiel's jaw dropped, it felt like a wonder of the world – dimmed candle light glowed behind Dean's figure, flattered his skin and his gorgeous green eyes, touched his hair lightly. He looked frighteningly stunning, breathtaking, admirable. From what Castiel could make out in his dreamlike state, he saw Dean was wearing black slacks and a greyish slimline sweater, and Castiel was immensely relieved he wasn't underdressed.

Dean's beaming smile beheld a touch of confusion and a slight frown appeared on his forehead. They gaped at each other in wonder, not having seen each other in the span of a week, and they were unconsciously forgoing words of welcome, they were so taken aback by each other's sight. Then Dean bent forward and tilted his head slightly to peck Castiel's lips, observing him thoughtfully for the second during which their chaste kiss lasted. Castiel felt electrified when Dean's lips pressed carefully against his, and he melted against his mouth and savored the sense of the touch, the sweet taste of Dean, the way tiny waves of his breaths met his cheeks and chin. He observed how the green orbs became dark, how Dean's lids fluttered slightly, became hooded with lust. They parted for a second, then Dean's smile widened, and a joyful notion made his eyes shine with something so very tender, that it shook Castiel to his deepest core – in a heartbeat they were swooping down on the other man again, their mouths kissing and worshiping in passionate, heady kisses, moving together in an effortless way. Castiel's legs turned to jelly when he felt Dean's sweet sigh trembling against his mouth. He felt light-headed and utterly dizzy when their tongues glided together, playing and massaging the other boldly, making Castiel's slacks way too tight. For the first time in days he felt eased, and the worries quickly packed their bags and headed off on vacation, making place for Dean, Dean, Dean.

His head was swimming and they were both breathless when they parted from each other, their eyes moving over their faces and bodies hungrily, making Castiel feel tidal waves of arousal, the way Dean looked at him. Dean grinned sheepishly at Castiel and opened the door further to let Castiel inside. Castiel noted his own cheeks were heated, probably glowing in a bright red, and he was glad Dean didn't comment on it. Once Dean had shut the door behind him, Castiel remembered the bouquet in his hands and gave it to Dean in the most embarrassed way, looking down when he mumbled "for you". He felt Dean taking it from his hands, his fingers deliberately brushing over Castiel's. A second later Dean had his arm wrapped around Castiel's waist, dominantly pulling him flush against his body, so that their torsos meet in a hard line. Castiel's heart skipped a beat, contracting painfully in his chest, the moment he looked up into Dean's face, and Dean was meeting his eyes with a steady gaze, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. His fingers dug harshly into Castiel's waist, drawing him in, while his other hand held the bouquet at arm's length.

"You're so fucking sweet", Dean rasped hoarsely, and Castiel's insides thawed at that point. He tried to answer Dean's smile with his own, but felt he could not make his muscles move, he could not think or breathe or do anything when Dean approached him again and kissed him so skillfully that he was becoming hard and so soft at the same time. Oh, how good it felt to let Dean's mouth ravage him, to let him take control over him again... He realized how much he had missed the younger man, and that he was starving with yearning for him, slowly but surely. His stomach suddenly growled with a more sober, physical hunger, and Dean laughed into their kiss, making Castiel grin in the process. They pulled apart unwillingly, and Dean chuckled.

"You're beautiful", Castiel heard himself blurt out, and his heart leapt into his throat with horror. God, he was such an idiot! He was barely keeping it together, and now he was blathering like some pathetic dork. Ashamed, he let one of his hand wander to his nape and rubbed it nervously, he tilted his head and grinned sheepishly at Dean, completely overwhelmed with Dean's looks, his lovely smile, his attractive scent. Green eyes twinkled at him enchantingly in the golden candlelight and through thick lashes Dean observed him pensively.

"I mean, y-you look splendid tonight", Castiel stuttered, inwardly rolling his eyes at himself – so now he couldn't even pronounce sentences correctly? He had sworn to himself not to let it get to that point in the first place, and he had failed miserably. However, Dean's mellow look and his affectionate smile eased his troubled mind.

"Flowers and compliments wow", Dean said kindly, thankfully not in a mocking way, and Castiel relaxed a bit. Dean pointed his head at a dark wooden table in the room that was closest to the entrance room. Castiel peeped into the room, bending over the white doorframe. He whistled impressed – it must have been the living room; a comfortable-looking sofa, a TV, a weird multicolored rug upon the laminate floor, grey-blue walls – and of the course the table, on which dozens of tealights burnt, their tiny flames dancing animatedly. The table was already laid, and Castiel winced in surprise when Dean patted his back kindly.

"Are you hungry? I think I exaggerated a little... I made three different dishes, just in case you don't like fish or if you're lactose-intolerant or allergic to nuts, and please, please don't tell me you're diabetic, because the desserts are-"

Castiel burst into laughter and turned around to take in Dean's face, seeing, to his grim satisfaction, that Dean appeared also somewhat edgy – while Castiel had tried on various shirts, Dean had been incapable of deciding what to cook. It was simply endearing, and he couldn't stop laughing at their weird, pitiful behaviour, apparently both of them feeling the need to please the other; his laughing seemed to be contagious, because Dean joined him within a second, chuckling heartily, then he shoved Castiel's shoulder playfully.

"Sit down, and I'll get everything", he ordered and Castiel sighed amused, wiping a tear of laughter out of the corner of his eye. He complied and sat down at the table, glancing around Dean's living room. Dean rushed in and out several times, bringing plates with food, and soon the table was crooking underneath the weight of the dishes: steaming bowls with rice, a yellow-milky fish curry, something that looked like a stew with lots of vegetables and roasted chicken, and Castiel laughed again when he detected traces of pine nuts, and, at long last, a bowl with mixed salad and French rolls. Then, of course, there was also dessert: a red fruit custard, small cakes and chocolate fruits. Castiel was already stuffed from looking at those ridiculous amounts of food - it would've been enough to feed a whole football team!

"Dean, that's absurd! Who's supposed to eat all of this?", he laughed and Dean sat down opposite of him, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. Dean put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand, watching Castiel looking at him tenderly, a tired smile flashed over Dean's lips before he pursed them.

"To be honest, after all this cooking I'm not even hungry anymore", he admitted with an embarrassed laugh, making Castiel convulse with loud laughter. He took a fork into his hand and grinned broadly at Dean, glad that the situation was coming loose so easily. He was so glad to be in Dean's company again, that nothing really mattered anymore – his clothes, his behaviour, what he said or did, none of that bothered Castiel, he couldn't waste a thought on these strenuous subtleties, not when there was Dean, sitting in front of him, looking absolutely beautiful. Castiel was lost in the moment, in the sensation of their togetherness, and a vibrant feeling of felicity bubbled hotly within his chest.

"For all the special trouble, I think it's only decent and fair if we taste everything you cooked. What do you say?" Before Dean had a chance to reply, Castiel poked into the fish curry and let the fork vanish in his mouth. He grinned at Dean while he chewed, giving him a thumb up. As soon as he had swallowed, he continued with the vegetables, then the rice, making Dean laugh exasperated when Castiel dunked the French roll into the rice, not giving a damn about any reasonableness.

"That doesn't even go together!", Dean exclaimed, copying Castiel's silly behaviour nonetheless. Mostly pleased Castiel observed Dean eating his roll with sticky rice on top of it, shaking his head and making a disgusted face. Soon they were working their way through each dish, more or less having only a few bites of everything so they wouldn't become impossibly stuffed. Castiel couldn't hold back the appreciative moans coming out of him whenever he tried something new, his taste buds bursting with flavors – Dean was indeed a talented cook, and Castiel wanted to bath in those delicious dishes. While they were chewing and testing the meals, their conversation easily thrived, starting with simple topics, like how their week apart had been. Castiel told Dean about the few points of interest he had seen in South Dakota, and Dean raved about Sam's visit and how good it had been to spend some time with him again, because it felt so familiar to be around somebody he had grown up with. Castiel felt something flicker through him at that, a sore pain filling him, when Anna's smile and her earthly eyes reappeared in his mind; he smiled sadly and pushed those thoughts aside, trying to be happy for Dean instead.

Often their hands met innocently on the crammed table, brushing together gingerly, and when their eyes met, Castiel could see the most charming smile on Dean's lush lips, and he marveled at the weird sentiment lingering inside him – he felt happy, deliriously happy, and the way Dean looked and laughed and talked to him animatedly made Castiel realize – Dean was happy too. They were having white wine during their dinner, and after his second glass, Castiel was pretty tipsy, though he could still think clearly. So when Dean dipped his forefinger into the fruit custard and held it out for Castiel, a rather challenging glare on his face, he quivered with anticipation, understanding that this evening was quickly heading into a very sexual direction. Maybe it was the alcohol, which helped him relax and made him feisty, however he paid no heed to it when he bent over the table and looked up into Dean's face seductively, letting his tongue lick the custard off Dean's finger.

He watched Dean staring at him flabbergasted, his mouth stood agape, and it seemed he had stopped breathing. Castiel suppressed a salacious smirk and took Dean's finger into his mouth slowly, his lips wrapping around it lewdly. He started sucking on it and let his tongue glide over it, his eyes never leaving Dean's resting on his. He saw the effect it had on Dean; his pupils dilated with each second, Castiel elicited a surprised moan from Dean, seeing him shudder and pulling his finger gently back. Castiel released it with a filthy squishing sound, grinning at Dean in what he hoped was an inviting, enticing manner.

"I think we're through with dinner, right?", Dean croaked, his voice all breathless and husky, making Castiel's skin crawl. He nodded vigorously and both of them smiled tentatively at each other, anticipating what was coming next, but none of them seemed to dare taking the next step. Dean got up clumsily, somewhat nervous. His eyes darted over Castiel's face briefly, never lingering on his observing glance, in what appeared simply shy to Castiel, the idea making him speechless.

"So,... do you want to take this conversation to the bedroom?", Dean asked with a smirk, his hand wandering to his crotch slowly, cupping it with his palm, and his lids fluttered when a dark moan escaped him at that. Castiel's heart leapt into his throat, only now aware of the obvious bulge in Dean's trousers. With an incredibly dry mouth he got up too and nodded, his steps leading him towards Dean on their own, his every thought bent on him. By instinct he reached out one hand to touch Dean, but Dean took a step back, a cheeky smirk on his lips, a provoking twinkle in his eyes. He walked backwards, making it impossible for Castiel to touch him, finding the way to his bedroom by heart, and while he walked, he pulled his sweater over his head and let it fall down, revealing the close-fitting white undershirt he was wearing. Castiel followed him, hypnotized by the divine, sinful sight – his eyes drank their fill on Dean's defined, muscular arms, the abs and taut pecs flexing underneath the white shirt. When they came to the doorframe of Dean's bedroom, Dean stopped and doffed his undershirt as well, throwing it carelessly on the ground. Blatantly Castiel gawped at Dean's lean torso, his eyes roaming over the sun-kissed, freckled skin, wanting to taste and feel it so bad it made his fingers twitch.

There was only so much self-control Castiel could maintain, and in an instant he lunged for Dean and pressed him with his back harshly against the doorframe, his hands framing Dean's face, and before long their mouths crushed together and they kissed passionately, devouring the other man unrestrainedly. Castiel felt Dean's naked chest meeting his, breathing in the same quivering way, and the younger man's fingers slid into his hair and pulled him closer as their tongues wrestled sensually slowly with each other. Castiel seized Dean's thigh and lifted it up, so that it was coming around his waist effortlessly; their crotches moved together, and he felt the hard outline of Dean's cock sliding against his, making his knees go weak at the intense friction it caused. He moaned into their kisses and his other hand slid to Dean's bare hipbone, his fingernails clawing at the soft skin violently. Their lips parted, both of them panting heavily, and through half-lidded eyes they beheld each other; Castiel kept rubbing his pelvis against Dean's, shuddering with every thrust of his hip making their clothed erections glide along each other.

"God... I need you, Cas", Dean spoke under his breath, making Castiel gasp and his hair stand on end. Dean's words caused a consuming fire of lust within Castiel, setting him alight, as it brightly burnt inside of him, branding his stomach with a hurting pit of longing. He was crushed with the weight of his craving, assailing him like a wild animal of prey. Overwhelmed Castiel kept thrusting against Dean's crotch, grinding against him; paralyzed he watched how Dean's eyes kept rolling to the back of his head, and that he threw his head back when their erections pressed against each other, making Castiel dumbfounded with want. Ecstatically Castiel observed Dean's face, veiled with torturous sensuality, and how he bit his bottom lip agitatedly – still, he was unable to avoid the quiet whimpers resounding voluptuously in Castiel's ears, leaving a clank in his head.

"You've got me", Castiel heard himself reply, feeling breathless, thoughtless. All he could do was worship the moment they were in, it felt as if he was in a hazy daydream – all of it was somehow too unblemished to be real. In his tipsy, aroused state, Castiel was almost indifferent to the subtle fear welling inside of him, he rather surrendered himself to the need pumping through him, the need to ravage Dean, to claim him for himself now. So he tipped his head and leant in, leaving airy kisses on Dean's jawline, nibbling at the boney parts – he felt Dean react to it, tilting his head to grant Castiel better access, his hands coming around Castiel's frame to keep him close, his fingers holding his hips. Castiel felt encouraged and started trailing down, nuzzling Dean's warm, perfumed neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his throat, sucking at his Adam's apple carefully – he sensed the vibration of another low moan right against his lips as it rumbled through Dean's throat – and the grip on Castiel's waist tightened nearly painfully.

Suddenly there was Dean's hot breath entering Castiel's ear, and his face was so near, it made Castiel rigid with hot peaks of arousal pumping through his whole body. He was so aware, aware of Dean's lips brushing against the skin of his ear, of his quiet words, the quaver in his voice...

"I swear, if you don't get out of these clothes right fucking now, I'll rip them off of you", Dean growled, and Castiel felt dizzy, not sure whether he was supposed to laugh or moan, but his knees became weak and he felt altogether wrought up. It was immensely hard to let go of Dean and to take a step back, but it was worth it, when Castiel slowly pulled off his unbuttoned shirt, letting it slip down over his well-muscled lean upper arms – he saw what it was doing to Dean, the man seemed mesmerized by Castiel, and it felt like a caress to his soul when he saw the moved look with which Dean beheld him. In those dilated eyes he saw the appreciation he had ached for, the reassurement he had needed, to know Dean really wanted him in the same way. He had no qualms when he imitated Dean's former behaviour, walking into his unlit bedroom backwards, his eyes never leaving Dean's when he slowly pulled his black shirt over his head, tussling his hair in the process.

He had only tossed his shirt away when there was Dean, standing in front of him, oh so close, so goddamn close. He kept staring at Castiel through the murky twilight as his hands rushed to Castiel's slacks, unbuttoning them with rough, skilled movements, pulling Castiel's waist closer against his in the process. Their mouths brushed together and they kissed slowly; Castiel could feel Dean pulling his slacks down while they kissed, exposing the pale flesh of Castiel's hips and his abdomen. He quivered when Dean's palm glided over his erection, only covered with the thin layer of his black boxershorts, their kiss ended abruptly. God, it felt simply amazing, the implied touch of Dean's hand against his hard-on, teasing him, an appreciative hum running through Castiel's mouth as he pressed his lips tightly together. Dean continued stroking him idly, and Castiel devoted himself to undoing Dean's slacks as well, taking his time as he pulled down the zipper thoughtfully. His mouth watered the moment he paid attention to the little hairline on Dean's toned abdomen, running underneath his white underpants. Determinately Castiel shoved Dean's slacks down, gaping at the thick outline of his cock against his pants, and his heart throbbed a troubled, angry beat.

In an instant, Castiel fell down on his knees, marveling at Dean's hard clothed length beweding the cotton of his boxershorts with precome. His hands came to rest on Dean's hips, and he bent his head as a ravaging desire made him insane; he open-mouthed along Dean's erection, gnawing at it hungrily – it was addicting, the feel of the hard muscle twitching and moving underneath his lips, filling with hot blood as Dean hardened even more. Castiel had never given a blowjob, but now he realized how much he wanted to please Dean, how much he wanted to feel his cock inside his mouth. His fingers were trembling when he slowly yanked off Dean's pants, his eyes resting on his abdomen. Then he saw Dean's impressive hard length, standing upright in front of him, the head angry red, the sensitive skin unwrinkled, now that the cock was swollen and fully erect. Experimentally Castiel wrapped on hand around the base and let his tongue dart out, licking the bead of white precome. It tasted not the way he had expected it to, rather soapy and with the aftertaste of skin and sweat, but altogether not unpleasant.

Castiel decided to give it a try, so he wrapped his mouth around Dean's erection, letting it glide into his mouth inch by inch. He heard Dean moan loudly above him, and his hands got lost in Castiel's hair, grasping his scalp and his dark strands desperately. It was weird, to feel his mouth suddenly so full with Dean's member, and he was so big he couldn't even take him in completely, but quickly Castiel understood he had to breathe through his nose, as he started sucking Dean off in a gentle rhythmic pace. He heard Dean moan and gasp again and again, and it made Castiel painfully hard as well, hot flashes rumbling in his abdomen. He appreciated the sensation when he let his tongue glide over the throbbing vein on the underside of Dean's erection, feeling his cock respond to his tongue and harden more and more, and at that, Dean whimpered lewdly, his fingers tugging at Castiel's hair tightly.

"Cas... do that again", Dean breathed, and Castiel complied obediently, most delighted to unravel Dean. He took his time to lick Dean's dick from head to the hilt thoroughly, then he let his tongue glide over the sensitive slit, feeling and seeing Dean's thighs tremble and the frantic groan that raged through Dean's whole body made Castiel light-headed. While he continued his caresses, he saw Dean's abs began to constrict and Dean's breaths became erratic, high-pitched. He felt Dean was close, because his fingers in his hair were shaky, his nails scraping over Castiel's scalp mercilessly. It should've been scaring, the brutal way in which they satisfied each other, but it turned Castiel on, the harsh manner with which Dean came undone, holding on to Castiel as if he was dying, and it stimulated Castiel to pick up speed and to suck Dean off eagerly. He deep-throated him as often as he could while he let his tongue massage the underside of Dean's twitching erection. Then, all at once, there was a gasp and a violent shudder taking over Dean's body, and he came hard inside Castiel's mouth. Castiel felt Dean's cock convulse and his warm come filling his mouth in spurts, and he swallowed it without thinking too hard about it – he let Dean relax for a few seconds, then he slowly released him and wiped his mouth, looking up into Dean's reddened, flustered face with a proud smirk. So, apparently, he wasn't utterly useless when it came to blow jobs, and he fathomed he wasn't disgusted by it furthermore, he absolutely enjoyed satisfying Dean this way.

In a heartbeat Dean fell down on his knees too and beheld Castiel kneeling in front of him with dilated eyes, a tender expression veiling his sight, and it stabbed Castiel right in his chest. Dean's palms enveloped Castiel's blushed cheeks tentatively and he drew near to press his lips against Castiel's in a chaste, soft kiss. Their mouths moved together, consuming the other heatedly, still unsated and craving for more touches, more caresses, more intimacy. Castiel loved the way Dean kissed him, he was never sure who was controlling their kisses – sometimes Dean submitted to the force of Castiel's mouth, sometimes he felt Dean applying more pressure and Castiel found he tilted his head at that, letting Dean come as close as possible. He sighed a content sigh when they parted, both breathless and smitten with the love and devotion rushing through them. A mellow look gleamed in Dean's clear green eyes, shining at Castiel through the half-light. Dean's palms began to touch Castiel's bare chest chastely, his hands ghosting over planes of lean flesh soothingly. The simple touch rekindled the heat inside Castiel's abdomen, and he realized, he was still sorely hard. He observed Dean watching him, taking in his body from head to toe, a seemingly pleasing smile coming to the red kiss-swollen lips. His eyes wandered up to Castiel's face again, staring at him for several seconds.

"Sleep with me", Dean demanded with a husky voice, turning Castiel into stone – then he felt Dean's lips on his again, kissing him oh so cautiously that Castiel thought he had to burst with all the emotions overthrowing him.

TBC

I'd love to have the sex with you x) Aaahh omg I know, I know, I'm horrible! Sorry for this stupid cliffhanger, duh…