Your Love Is So Colorful It Flashes Like A Neon Sign

Castiel took Dean's hand and pulled him back to their room. His grip was loose, letting Dean have any opportunity to turn away if he wanted to, to drop his hold without resistance. But his heart pounded a constant thudding in his chest, driving his anxiety higher. Even getting to kiss Dean again was a revelation. One kiss in a motel parking lot was all the contact they'd had since August, a few moments of hands touching or supportive claps on the shoulder, but that was it. And all Castiel wanted in the whole world was to bury himself in Dean, to lose his mind in his smell, his skin, his touch.

The trial was finally over. He had custody of his son. Dean had proposed to him in front of a judge and meant it completely. What more could Castiel possibly want? But he was greedy, and he wanted Dean, as much of him as he could get.

They didn't talk or try to break the silence. Just the sound of their breath filled the air. Usually, Dean would crack a joke or say something inappropriately flirty, and Cas would stumble around sincere words while mixing in a teasing insult or two. But tonight, they had more to say than any of their words could communicate.

At the end of the bed, Cas turned and reached for Dean, his hands laying on his shoulders and pulling him tight. Dean came close, winding his strong arms around Cas's back and pressing their bodies together from knee to cheek. Cas laid soft light kisses on Dean's jaw, flutters of affection and love. His hands worked up into Dean's hair. Standing there, soaking in the warmth of the other's body, they rocked ever so slightly in each other's embrace, a sweet entrancing dance.

Castiel relaxed, sighing into Dean's neck, pulling in the scent of the man he'd missed for so long. Too long. Being away from this, from him, had been agony. Worse than the beatings he took for forgetting his place, worse than the punishments for stepping in over how his brothers and uncle spoke to Jack. He bore every bruise and cut with stoic acceptance, but it was Dean's touch that ripped through his soul and brought him asunder.

In the time he'd been back, Dean had stayed on the couch, keeping his distance, even resisting the casual touches and affections he would normally freely give. Castiel understood. Dean deserved all the time he needed or wanted. But still, his heart ached. It had been killing him to respect those boundaries, but he knew what kind of man he wanted to be, the kind of man he wanted to raise Jack to be, and that meant taking things at Dean's pace.

But now, he offered his love and Dean reached back out to take it. He slipped a hand into Dean's hair, pulling gently on the short locks before massaging his scalp the pads of his fingers. Dean sighed, relaxing into the touch while pressing his thumbs into the divots next to Castiel's hip bones.

Castiel continued to place slow, open mouthed kisses along Dean's jaw, down his neck, even across the fabric covering his shoulders.

Dean slid his hands up the back of Cas's shirt, warm hands against his strong back. Castiel leaned further into the embrace, letting Dean hold some of his weight. The warm hands ran up and down his back slowly before pushing it up, making him raise his arms so that Dean could pull the shirt off.

Castiel knew how he looked. Some of the more profound injuries still left his chest bruised and the yellow reminders of the beatings he'd endured remained. His ribs showed clearly, his bones sharp, and his stomach sunken in. He was not beautiful.

But when Dean ran his hands over Castiel's sides, he didn't say a thing or even show that he'd noticed the changes to Cas's body. Cas knew he had. He'd mentioned it in passing since they'd reunited, never with cruelty, only the kind concern that was so intrinsically Dean. But now, at this moment, Dean just kissed him. His lips were tender. They kissed, insistent, desperate presses of their lips until Cas broke. He tried to wait, to let Dean lead the charge, but his knees wanted to buckle, his body melted against Dean's sweet touches. So he opened his mouth and licked Dean's lower lip with a moan.

"Cas…" Dean groaned before diving in, possessing Castiel's mouth like a demon overtaking his soul. The kiss didn't match the touches. These kisses were desperate, passionate, needy. Castiel gripped Dean hard and the other man's fingers dug into Castiel's back. He moved one leg forward, pressing his thigh between Dean's legs, giving him something to rut against.

And Dean did. He grunted against Castiel's mouth before licking his way back in and grinding hard against his thigh. "Fuck…" he moaned, hands and mouth wild against Castiel. Dean grabbed his ass, pulling them tighter together, rolling his hips like a fucking animal.

Castiel's mind swam with his need, desire, and passion, and love, and want swam in Castiel's veins, bringing his passion higher, heating the room. He reached out and pulled Dean's shirt off, barely breaking their kiss, and then just as quickly, he ran his hands over Dean's strong shoulders, clutching at his chest, dragging his nails down his sides.

"Ok, ok, shit…" Dean pulled away from his touch and laid his hands flat on Castiel's front. "We, um, we should shut the door."

"Yeah, right, Jack…" Castiel moved away, feeling cold immediately from the lack of touch. He closed the door gently and when he turned back, Dean was standing on his side of the bed, the side he'd once sat reading in, the side where he'd lay and joke with Castiel in the mornings, the side he'd sleep in the nights from here forward.

Castiel stood opposite Dean as they both undid their pants and pushed them down, eyes raking over each other's bodies. He ached with it, the want burned inside him, threatening to dry him out, remove anything that wasn't this constant desperate need.

Then, Dean jumped on the bed, cock bouncing, grabbed his pillow, and smacked Castiel in the face with it. "Pillow Fight!" He whisper/screamed with a giggle at the aghast and offended look on Castiel's face.

"Dean…" Castiel scolded behind his stoic face that slowly broke into pieces revealing the smile below.

"Sorry," Dean knee-walked to where Castiel stood next to the bed in only his boxer briefs and wrapped his arms around him. "It felt a little too serious and intense for a second there." Dean placed a kiss against Castiel's fully smiling lips. "I didn't want to forget it's just us."

Dean kissed Castiel again, playful little nips at his lower lip, tongue seeking the flavor of him. When he pulled away, Castiel followed, joining Dean on the bed, until they tumbled side by side, facing each other.

"Cas, man…"

"Yes, Dean."

"I love you. I'm so fucking glad you're here."

"I love you, too." Castiel rolled toward Dean, draping himself over Dean's body, so their legs slid together and kissed him into the mattress. He hunted Dean's breath, stealing the air from his lungs with each lick and nip and suck. His hands pushed Dean down, holding him in place, as if afraid he would lose him if he let up for even a moment.

Dean clung to Castiel's back, blunt nails and strong fingers gripping and pulling Cas closer. He rocked his hips up, wrapping a leg around Castiel's waist to bring them closer together. Whimpers break free as he grinds against Cas's thighs, letting go of his lips to throw his head back, lost in the pleasure.

Castiel kissed his way down Dean's exposed throat, scraping his teeth along his flesh. When Dean grabbed his ass and pushed his thigh up into Cas, he dropped his head, sucking on the tender muscle. Dean... He moaned and purred against his flesh before working his lips lower. Castiel chewed on Dean's muscled chest, his hands stroking across his stomach and sides.

Dean fisted Castiel's short hair, pulling when Cas sucked Dean's nipple into his mouth, pulling and licking on the sensitive nub.

"Gahh," Dean cried out when Cas tweaked the other nipple with his fingers.

Castiel moved over, lapping at it with his tongue until Dean was muttering and whispering nonsense.

He moved down, licking over Dean's strong stomach, licking and biting at the thick muscle of his abs. His hands clamped down on Dean's hips.

"Cas, God… yes…"

Castiel kissed below his belly button before placing a soft kiss on the dripping head of Dean's cock."

"Fuck…"

He mouthed down Dean's length, breathing hot against the twitching cock. Castiel took Dean into his mouth in deep wet pulls. He tasted earthy and tangy. He explored his cock with his lips and tongue, up and down the length of it, wrapping his tongue around the cut edge of the tip, dipping in to taste the salty-sweet precum that rewarded him for a job well done.

Dean ran his fingers through Cas's hair, watching the chiseled features of the man below him mewling in ecstasy over nothing more than giving a blowjob. The most thorough and intoxicating blowjob Dean had ever had. All he had to do was shift his weight and Cas would know he wanted it harder or faster, somehow reading his body like braille.

"Hafta stop," Dean pulled his hips away as he scooted further up the bed. His cock fell from Cas's mouth with a pop. His breath came hard and steady as he worked to maintain his composure. He reached down, urging Castiel up next to him, pushing his underwear off, so he could feel all of Cas against himself as he delivered a soft, slow kiss.

"Did I do it wrong?" Cas asked sweetly, his hands stroking Dean's face.

"No, fuck, no, not at all. It just... I don't want to cum yet."

"Oh," Cas smiled. "So I did it right then."

"Yes, you did it right. You always do it right," Dean laughed and pulled him tighter against his chest so he could feel every inhale and exhale Castiel made. Dean ran his hand down the length of Cas's right side, letting himself feel the burnt skin and the smooth softness of the rest of his body. His thigh had a nasty scar on the side, but the muscle was strong and his thighs thick. After a while, Dean didn't even notice, only felt the changing topography of Castiel.

Soon their lips were together again, unable to stay away, as their hands roamed. Dean tried to roll over Cas, but he was an immovable object. Always so much stronger than he looked.

"That's not what you want," Castiel whispered huskily, changing the momentum so he hovered over Dean who hummed his approval. His cock laid thick and long against Dean's stomach while the rest of him looked down at the gift he's received.

He began kissing his way down Dean again, flitting his tongue across his sensitive nipples. When he got to Dean's cock, he rocked upward, seeking contact. A moan broke from his lips with a desperate cry.

"Shhh…" Castiel blew against his erection, giving it a firm lick, before working his way down to mouth at Dean's balls, kissing and sucking them one at a time into his mouth.

Dean's hands fisted in the sheets. He wanted to bring them to his face, but then he wouldn't be able to see the glorious sight of Cas settling between his legs.

Castiel pulled and licked on Dean's balls while his warm finger moved lower, exploring further into the forbidden. He pushed Dean's thighs up and slipped his shoulders beneath, receiving a happy, surprised gasp.

"How, how do you know what to do?" Dean's voice came out hoarse and needy.

"I've seen porn, Dean." Castiel looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Plus, I know what I want."

Dean chuckled, nervous for the first time about sex in years, but this was Cas and he wanted to give him everything, every good thing possible.

Castiel breathed hot and needy against Dean's pucker before pressing his tongue against it, lapping and them flicking his tongue sharply. He rolled a lazy tongue around his opening and perineum, basking in the taste of Dean. He licked firm and sure, making slow circles and then pressing his flat tongue against Dean's opening.

Dean rocked his hips, pressing himself down against Cas's face, a stream of curse words even he didn't realize he knew spewing from his mouth, but Cas held firm, riding out the storm.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Cas groaned as he moved to kiss the inside of Dean's thighs, sucking and biting on the bowed legs, marking his claim. He licked back to Dean's hole, pressing his tongue inside, nipping the sensitive skin, then sucking hard until Dean was a mess of please and shivers and need. He adds a finger to his tongue's probing, wetting it with his mouth. He presses into the tight heat, pausing for Dean to adjust before pushing forward until his whole finger was sheathed inside.

"Fuck, I. Oh, God." Dean squirms and presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.

"Dean?"

"Gah…"

"Dean, I need you to do something," Castiel places a sweet kiss on Dean's hip as he slowly fucks him with one finger, the second pressing up against Dean's needy opening.

"I… what?" Dean croaked.

"Can you reach the lube," kiss, "or do I have to stop what I'm doing?" Castiel wiggled his finger and applied more pressure with his second, just beginning to stretch Dean's rim.

"Don't… Don't stop. It's right…" He leaned over and opened his bedside drawer to grab the lube and pass it down to Dean.

Castiel left wet sloppy kisses all over Dean's hip, chewing on the strong muscles of his lower abs and licking his bone. When he had the lube, he poured it on his fingers, warming it as much as he could without having to pull out of Dean. Still slowly stroking him with one finger, Castiel eased the second in, watching as a look of bliss came over Dean's face and his whole body relaxed into Castiel's touch.

"Fuck, that's, that's good, Cas."

Castiel stroked Dean's cock with one hand, kissing his hip and thigh, as he pushed his fingers in deeper, twisting and curling them to pull new sounds with each thrust. When Dean bore down, pressing himself against Castiel's hand, he added a third finger quickly, not easing Dean in but allowing the stretch to burn and be soothed by the lube.

"Cas, Cas, please…" Dean squirmed, pushing down with every thrust of Castiel's hand.

"Please what, Dean," Castiel smiled up at him and laughed when Dean glowered down at him.

"Make love to me, please, tell me you're gonna, that this isn't. I mean… this is good, this is enough, we don't have to." Dean's voice broke on the last word as Cas spread his fingers inside him, thrusting deep and pushing hard against his prostate.

Castiel pulled his fingers out slowly, looking at Dean's debauched ass and bobbing cock. It was the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever seen. And it was his.

He slid up Dean's body, running kisses and licks along the way even as he hurried to reach his goal. "Yes, Dean," he whispered against Dean's lips, kissing them lightly and settling his body between his legs. "I want to feel you. I want to make love to you and spend my life finding new ways to make you feel good."

"Fuck," Dean's eyes fluttered closed and he leaned up to kiss Castiel deeper, wrapping his arms around him.

Cas pressed the head of his cock at Dean's entrance and paused, "Okay?"

Dean nodded and then stilled beneath him. "Wait, should we… I have condoms."

"Oh…" Cas said, having honestly not considered it.

"I mean, I'm fine. I'm clean, I haven't been with anyone in… over a year now and I've been tested."

"Kelly and I were both virgins, and that's the total sum of my experience," Castiel said, placing kisses along Dean's neck. "I haven't been tested, though. If you'd rather wait… or use a condom. Whatever you want." His kisses were sweet and sincere as his hips rolled, just touching the heat of Dean's opening gently.

"No," Dean put both hands on Castiel's shoulders before looking at him in the eye. "I want to feel you."

Castiel quivered. His whole body shook at the impact of Dean's words. He didn't realize until then how much he wanted the same thing. He kissed Dean hard and reached between them, slicking his cock up with the lube still on his hand, before pressing against the stretched opening of Dean's ass.

He pushed in, his head resting inside Dean, and his breath caught. Dean clung to his shoulders, short nails running down Cas's back until they reached his ass and pulled him in.

"More," Dean breathed, lifting his hips and pulling Cas closer.

He slid into Dean, where it was tight and hot and perfect. Slowly he let himself give in until he was deep inside, his cock surrounded by Dean's pulsing as.

"Yes," Dean hissed, lifting his hips and wrapping his legs around Castiel.

With a moan too sinful to actually be the prayer Castiel felt in his heart, he rocked his hips, pulling out most of the way and diving back in with a strong deep thrust. "Dean, Fuck…"

"Yeah. I love it when you fucking swear," Dean grabbed Castiel's face and kissed him while rocking his hips up, fucking himself on Cas's hard cock. "Don't stop," he whispered.

Castiel pulled out and thrust back in, repeating the long delicious strokes until they were both shaking with restraint. He continued to kiss Dean until he couldn't focus on more than the other man clenching around him with lava-like heat. As he felt himself get closer, Dean mewled, writhing below him, reaching out and grabbing any part of Castiel he could find.

He spread his legs and lifted up on his knees, his hands under Dean's ass, pulling him along. In this position, Castiel could get even deeper, reaching further inside Dean to where he was nearly insane with pleasure, rubbing directly against Dean's prostate with every hard thrust.

Cas picked up his pace, his jaw tight as he strained to last longer.

"Cas, fuck, please… yes… Fuck, that's… oh… so fucking good!" Dean cried out, his voice hoarse.

Castiel slammed forward, lifting up and using his body weight to push Dean further into the mattress, so he sank ever deeper. He rocked into Dean, hitting just the right spot, causing the man to come untouched all over himself. Dean tightened around Castiel's cock, his insides throbbing and gripping Cas with little spasms that pulled him ever closer to oblivion. The sight of Dean, blissed out and covered in his own cum was so delectable and profane, Castiel shuddered with his own release, spilling deep inside Dean.

They stayed like that for a moment, stunned.

"I love you," Dean said when he regained his voice.

He reached up and touched Castiel's face, whose vision was returning from the flashes of white that had blinded him with the intensity of his orgasm. "I love you so fucking much, Dean." He fell onto the other man's body pulling his still hard erection free so he could wrap his arms around him.

"Dude, you're smearing us both with cum." Dean scolded with a laugh.

"We'll just have to take a shower then," Castiel twisted his neck so he could take Dean's lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It was lazy and sloppy and absolutely perfect.

"That was really fucking good," Dean whispered against Castiel's lips.

"Yeah?" Cas leaned back and looked down at the man who had completely stolen his heart. "I thought so, but I don't have much to compare it to…" A blush rose over Castiel's cheeks.

"You're getting shy now? Don't start with that shit. I don't think I've ever come just from someone's cock before. That was… it was amazing. And it was with you. That makes it perfect," Dean kissed his nose.

"So, I guess we're living in sin now." Castiel sighed and rolled off Dean slightly so he could support some of his weight.

"Just now?"

"Yep, sex before marriage. You know it's forbidden." Castiel smiled.

"Good thing I proposed then," Dean smirked, his green eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"I guess I'll have to go through with it, now that you've ruined me."

"I guess so," Dean kissed his cheek. "Such a travesty it was the premarital sex that did you in and not being a complete flaming homo." Dean laughed and kissed Castiel again, wrapping his arms around him and pulling their sweat and cum soaked chests together.

"What? I thought this was a no-homo thing," Castiel chuckled into Dean's lips.

"I don't think that's how this works, buddy."

"Mmmm, good. Because if I wasn't into men before you, I certainly would be now." Castiel deepened their kiss, tasting the other man's lips and tongue reverently. "Yeah, I think we have final confirmation. Definitely gay."

"Good to know." Dean smiled and kissed Castiel again before pulling him up and walking them down the hall to the shower.