Inspired by Black Dog by Led Zeppelin
The temperatures during summer reached forty degrees Celsius; the days which were spent sitting in a room with the windows open, a pack of beer in ice, jeans, no shirt, and company sitting under the ceiling fan with a joint between their fingers. The record player rested on the table in the small room lit by the sunlight penetrating the glass and hit the wooden floor, only to be reflected on the ceiling and spread throughout the room hitting Dean's eyes as he sat on the chair next to the table with his fingers around an ice cold beer. His Adam's apple rose and fell as he swallowed the cool burning liquid, his eyelids closed briefly before he turned his head towards Castiel who searched through the vinyls for an appropriate song.
He observed the curve of Castiel's ass when the man swayed to the song's rhythm humming the lyrics quietly before he took the joint between his lips only to release the smoke into the air with his head thrown back; Dean smirked at the sight of the smooth golden skin of Castiel's neck being exposed so sinfully imploring to be touched, the muscles on his arms and torso visible as he moved, the low line of his jeans exposing band of his pants around his hips, and the way his dark, long lashes fluttered open as he lost himself in the euphoria.
Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
A drop of condensation rolled down the glass unto Dean's exposed chest making his eyes break away from Castiel's body unto his own, he brought his fingers to the droplet on his peck to clean it but was interrupted with a hand on top of his. Castiel straddled Dean's hips as he trailed the tip of his finger from the man's chest to his jaw, and settled on his parted lips; he took the joint between his lips inhaling a good amount of smoke and leant closer to the other Dean's face releasing it into his mouth.
Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, tell me that you'll do me now. Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, do me like you do me now.
Castiel smirked at the sight of Dean's pupils dilating before he released the smoke into the air, he grinded his hips against Dean's in sync with the music playing in the background. Dean's hands moved to the small of Castiel's back thrusting his naked torso against his own; he felt the heat rise from his neck to his face, their heartbeat collided and he smiled at the thump he heard in his head.
I don't know but I been told, a big-legged woman ain't got no soul.
Dean inhaled the smoke from the man's mouth feeling the exhilaration through his body, he chuckled releasing it into the air before capturing his lips with his own, they moved roughly, and needy; Dean could feel the warmth of Castiel's breath brushing the top of his lip, the aroma of marijuana and beer drugging him, literally, he threw his head back as his eyelids closed and his head spun, Castiel took the opportunity to nip on the man's throat, sucking gently on his Adam's apple, then trailed the tip of his tongue along Dean's jaw savouring the salty taste of sweat and bitter aftershave as his hips grinded faster against Dean's. Their breathing patterns sped up, the temperature rose incessantly as skin met skin burning like a flame devouring dead twigs in the conflagration; a soft moan escaped from Castiel's mouth as Dean took his bottom lip between his teeth, he gasped shakily and dug his fingers into Dean's shoulders.
The melody had faded in the background, the tail burnt up lay on the solid ground, the already warm bottle of beer rested on the table as condensation rolled down to the bottom creating a circular puddle around it. Castiel rested his forehead on Dean's as he panted, the ecstasy overwhelmed him as his chest rose and feel in rhythm to the other man's.
"Damn, Cas, if there weren't people in the house I'd fuck your brains out." he chuckled tightening his grip around Castiel's back, his thumbs caressed the smooth curve of his spine and the tips of his fingers fiddled with the edge of the man's pants.
"Well then gag me." he groaned with lust.
"Okay." Dean gasped staring into Castiel's eyes as the azure pigments disappeared overtaken by the expanding pupil.
