A/N: I am sorry. I know I promised you smut and a date. Unfortunately, the guys didn't make it out of the bed by the end of this chapter.

It felt good to just lay in bed and kiss. It made Dean feel like a teenager and not just because of all the making-out they were doing, but also because it felt like he was blowing off all his chores, all of his adult-duties and just spending the day chilling. Even if it wasn't really like that. It just… felt like that.

Cas kissing him was one of the best feelings in the world, Dean could never get enough. It made his mind afloat, made him feel light and carefree. Everything was simple when they were kissing. He liked Cas and wanted to make him feel good and Cas returned the sentiment, so it was an equal game of give and take. It made Dean so happy, it made them both so happy.

From those little good morning/goodbye/hello kisses that would spark something up inside of Dean and always made him smile, to these lazy kisses that spoke more words about how they felt than even a picture could. And then there were those urgent kisses that conveyed how much they meant to each other. Those were always so intense and most of the time they awoke deep arousal within Dean, things he had never felt with another woman.

A part of him wondered if that meant he was gay, or at least bi, or if he just never met anyone who cared about him as much as Cas did. Who he cared about just as much, if not even more. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was neither. But Dean knew that it definitely didn't really matter. Cas was happy and Dean was happy and even though they had some things to deal with, a lot of baggage to carry and hopefully some to shed, they would do it together, supporting each other.

Cas hummed into the kiss, reaching out to run his hand down Dean's arm. They were lying on their sides, facing each other while they kissed and caressed, hands moving over cheeks, or necks, shoulders and arms, simple, gentle and reassuring touches that grounded them both. God, it felt so good to be touched like this, with so much care and without any bad intent behind it. The girls he had been with, with them it always felt like he was giving and they were taking and that was it. But not with Cas, never with Cas.

Everything felt amazing with Cas.

The man hummed again, the sound almost a little like a moan, and it sent pleasant shivers down Dean's spine, their kisses moving from those sweet, lazy ones to those more… Arousing ones. The idea was to take a nap before their date, but as soon as they hit the bed, even before they talked, he knew they would be heading in this direction. He wanted them to go in this direction and was pleased that Cas seemed to want it too.

Suddenly, Cas moved, throwing his leg over Dean and climbing on top of him and Dean gasped, feeling the man's erection press against him. To be able to actually feel how he was affecting his partner, it was something Dean never knew needed and it only served to make him even more turned on. Moaning into his mouth, Cas moved, slotting their cocks next to one another. Even if their clothes really were in the way, pinching and chafing, it still felt amazing.

They went on like that for a while, rocking back and forth and kissing each other stupid, tongues twirling around one another, licking, tasting. At one point Cas gripped Dean's lower lip lightly, caught it between his teeth and pulled just a little. It was like a tiny jolt of electricity hit Dean, his entire body buzzing with it and he moaned, arching his back up. Too much clothes. They had too much clothes on.

"Mgm, Cas…" He tried, speaking more into the man's mouth, but he didn't care. "Cas, I need… we should…mghgm…"

"Yes." Castiel agreed, and Dean didn't know if the man was reading his mind, or thinking the same, or

if he even knew what Dean was trying to say. He just kept kissing Dean harder, deeper, making him feel so lightheaded and so alive, it was like his entire body was on fire. Cas broke the kiss to move down Dean's jaw and to his neck and even if his mouth wasn't occupied anymore, Dean still struggled to say what he wanted.

"Cas, nggn… Ca… Ohhhh…" He tried. He made a valid effort three times, always interrupted by those sounds he simply could not contain as Cas kissed, licked and nibbled at his skin. "Ca… Cassss…"

"We are wearing too much clothes." Cas said, suddenly breaking the kissing session and pulling away enough to shed his shirt. Then he caught sight of Dean and dove right back down to capture his lips into another searing kiss. Dean would have laughed, if he wasn't too dazed by Cas' actions. A few seconds of those mind blowing kisses went by before Dean felt those gentle hands snaking their way under his shirt and hell yeah, that was what he wanted.

"Too… mgmh clo-es…" He managed and Cas shot upright, immediately yanking Dean's shirt off then kissed him again fiercely. The feel of his skin against Dean's was marvellous, and after a few minutes, Cas started moving downwards.

Hands roaming, caressing, followed by Cas' lips, it was all oh-so very thrilling that Dean bit down on his lower lip as his eyes slipped closed. Things were so much more intense this way. Those clever fingers traced across Dean's stomach then moved under his navel, slowly, teasingly dipping under the waistband of his jeans.

As those lips worked around Dean's navel, Cas's hands helped Dean out of his jeans and boxers, making Dean shiver when his erection finally sprung free. God, he never imagined he could be with another guy, much less get this turned on by all of this, but here he was, aching for more.

A thought crossed his mind, a memory really, of that time Cas thrusted against his ass and how Dean tried to imagine what it would feel like to have… To be with Cas in that way. To have him… Penetrate… God, that was such a stupid word, it made Dean grimace.

"Well, that's not good." Cas said, stopping all his ministrations and backing away slightly. Dean's eyes snapped open, but even before that, he blindly reached for him, taking his hands and pulling him closer.

"No, no, no, I was just… I'm sorry." Dean huffed a laugh, trying to figure out how he was going to explain it. "I was thinking about what we had done the other day and what we talked about…"

"Penetrative sex?" Cas offered and instinctively Dean made that grimace again. Before Cas could get the wrong impression though, Dean explained.

"I really don't like that word. But yeah. Me… Bottoming for you. And I kind of want to try it." Cas' brows shot up in surprise.

"Now?"

"Yeah. I mean unless you don't want to, in which case, it's fine, we could…"

"No, no, I do, I want to. I want you." The words came out a little breathless; it felt good to know Cas was affected by the mere thought of this as much as Dean was. "I just don't want us to rush. We could take it slow, we don't have to do it yet."

"But I want to." Dean replied, uncertain if Cas was really holding back on his account. He had to be though, right? "I don't… I am not rushing, at least it doesn't feel that way. I just… I want to feel you. To… Feel what it's like to be that close to you, connected. You know?"

This couldn't be 'rushing things', not even if Dean wanted it to be. They were already together for… Wow, it was coming up close to a year. They already expressed their love for one another, knowing deep down that what they felt was true. This would be the next logical step and it was what Dean wanted.

Cas took a minute or two, just observing Dean, searching his eyes and his expression. Dean offered a small smile, hoping that Cas would see this wasn't something he was offering out of guilt or obligation.

"Okay. Okay." Cas finally said after taking a deep breath and letting it out in a long sigh. The repeated word sounded like he was trying to fortify his belief that Dean really wanted to do this, but what really had him relaxing was the widening of Dean's smile, and probably that happy expression on his face. Cas took another breath and huffed, smiling too, then reached for the nightstand drawer. Shuffling through, he pulled out the line and one condom.

Dean didn't even know the condom was there and he wondered why they even needed it, not like he could get pregnant. He was about to ask when he realized that, even though this was slightly different than with a woman, Cas would still be pushing his dick into Dean's body, thrusting and coming inside of him. So yeah, maybe the condom was a good idea.

"Lay back down." Cas said gently and Dean started to get a little nervous. This wasn't going to hurt, right? People wouldn't do it if it hurt, if it didn't feel good, would they?

Dean did his best to relax. Cas won't hurt him. That slight anxiety slowly turned into sweet anticipation as Cas started moving his hands over Dean's twitching thighs, massaging them and making Dean relax. He lifted himself up, and gently nudged Dean's legs apart so that he could settle between them, never stopping to caress Dean, even leaning in and kissing Dean's hips, moving across his V line all the way to his dick. That buzz of arousal returned, making Dean's leg muscles spasm and he let out a little pleased hum, just enjoying the feeling.

"I am going to distract you. I am going to suck you off while I stretch you with my fingers, one at a time. I take it you never had your prostate massaged?" Dean felt his cheeks burn, but he still answered, shrinking his head. Cas gave him a pleased and assuring smile. "I might show you how good that could feel first. I am going to touch you and if at any point it doesn't feel good, just tell me to stop and I'll stop, okay?"

After taking a shuddering breath, Dean nodded. It felt a little strange to just sit back and let someone else touch him and kiss his skin without him being able to reciprocate much; he was so used to being the one doing all the work - but that was with girls and that was before.

This was different. And as weird it was, it also felt good, thrilling, to just let go. So Dean did. He didn't let his eyes slip closed, nor did he let his head fall back, choosing instead to look, to observe what Cas did to him. The man gave him another smile then slowly lowered himself, not going straight for Dean's dick as Dean thought he might. His kisses trailed off from where they left off, slowly working their way towards Dean's member while Cas' right hand did the same, coming up Dean's thigh from the opposite direction.

Dean sucked in a breath when Cas' hand wrapped itself around Dean's cock, giving one long stroke, thensettlied down at the base just as the man's lips reached that part too. Cas looked up at Dean and maintaining that eye contact, he let his lips part before brushing over the head of Dean's cock. Cas had done this to him before, but it felt so much more intense this time around. He couldn't help the little whine that escaped him when Cas' lips completely enveloped him, when he felt that heat of his mouth, the wet, velvety sensation of his tongue.

Cas started bobbing his head, letting his mouth go down Dean's shaft and back up, applying a little suction once he reached the tip and it felt amazing. Cas knew exactly how to take Dean apart, knew exactly what Dean liked and what it would take to bring him to his orgasm quickly and efficiently. But that wasn't what he was doing this time around.

No, Cas was taking his sweet time, teasing him and making Dean lose his mind. If he kept this up, they would miss their date completely and just remain in bed all evening, not that Dean would complain. Cas slowly moved from sliding up and down Dean's dick to licking and twirling his tongue over the slit, prodigy just a little. His hand stroked lightly at the base before moving down to play with Dean's balls a bit. Gentle fingers moved across the seam where Dean's thigh met his groin, just caressing a little, then slowly moved towards his asscheek, sliding between it and the bed.

It took Dean a moment to notice, but once he did, he sucked in a breath, tensing up a little. It wasn't really fear, it was more like he was expecting Cas to touch him there and the anticipation made him freeze. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited, wondering how it would feel, while Cas just lightly squeezed the flesh of his ass, going back to bobbing his head. The longer Cas' hand stayed there, the more Dean relaxed, almost to the point where he didn't even notice it started moving again. Cas went back to focusing on the head of his cock as Dean's mind swam pleasantly in complete bliss. Those fingers slowly returned to their previous spot, but it was like a distant feeling that Dean barely registered. He didn't even notice when they kept going.

Dean felt a little pressure just under his balls, little pressure that kept growing and it took him a moment to realize it was actually Cas' finger pressing there. It felt so good, why did it feel so good? Somewhere in the distance he heard a popping sound, but just like before, it took him a while to figure out it was the lid of the tube of lube popping open.

Several hitching, shuddering breaths made Dean's eyes fly open when he felt something wet, slippery touch the same place Cas' finger was pressing mere moments ago. His heart started pounding again, yet before his mind could catch up, before that slight nervousness could rear its head, there was a finger gently moving down to his hole, circling it.

Cas redoubled his efforts on Dean's dick, going back to bobbing and sucking hard, a complete opposite of how that finger was moving. It felt… Strange, and not… Not really good. Too much happening everywhere, his mind was having a hard time grasping anything. "Slow… Please… Slow down." He managed, his hand on Cas' head, hopefully conveying what he meant.

Of course Cas read him like an open book. He slowed his ministrations on Dean's dick, just letting his tongue twirl around, teasing, while that finger kept circling Dean's hole in an unpredictable manner, letting Dean feel it, and get used to it. It was… A weird sensation. Dean felt his cheeks flare in embarrassment, feeling stupid, like a blushing virgin or something. But as much as a part of him wanted to yelp and move away, he really wanted to experience this with Cas. Not just because he trusted him, which he did, but it was more than that. It was letting Cas in, letting him beyond all those walls Dean had built around himself. Letting himself be vulnerable and trust Cas not to hurt him.

He stared at Cas as his lover stared back at him, his mouth still wrapped around Dean's dick. Everything felt so much bigger, so much more intense. And then that finger pressed inside of him, only a tip before backing away and continuing to circle around. Dean's mouth fell open on a small gasp when it pressed in again.

It was weird, but exciting, embarrassing, yet pleasurable. Could have something to do with the intense eye contact, making all this so much more deeper, meaningful, profound.

The finger circled a few times before dipping inside, coming right back out. It circled, teased a little less before returning and little by little, it was more inside of him then outside. Slowly, it started moving deeper, coming right back out before going back in and after a few minutes, Dean felt the second joint push inside of him. The finger moved in and out a few times then went in all the way. Dean was panting, resisting the urge to clamp down on it, completely disregarding the odd feeling of it being inside of him and focusing on how good it felt to be touched so intimately.

He resisted the urge to squirm when after a few pumping motions the finger started to twist and bend a little inside of him, making him gasp and laugh. It wasn't tickling, but it was a very similar sensation. He wasn't even noticing all the nice attention his dick was getting, too preoccupied with what was happening underneath, until Cas changed his MO again, going faster and taking almost all of Dean in his mouth. The finger inside of him pumped in and out a few more times before suddenly he felt it bend inside of him, brushing over some highly sensitive spot. Dean gasped, almost coming right there and then. It was so consuming, so powerful that it only took a few more times of Cas' finger pressing down on it before Dean was unable to hold it any more, crying out, hips buckling up into the heat of Cas' mouth.

It was the most intense orgasm Dean had ever had and it was still ongoing. He had never come so much in his life.

Cas was amazing, slowly withdrawing and smiling back at Dean, his big blue eyes staring at him. He crawled up Dean's body to kiss him, giving moisture back to Dean's dry mouth, but otherwise letting Dean recuperate for a few minutes.

"How was that?" He asked, backing away a little, and Dean grinned up at him, immediately showing him how much he enjoyed it, if it wasn't really obvious by him coming. Still, Dean knew why Cas asked. It was one thing to draw out reactions out of a person's body, it was a whole other for them to be mentaly okay with what happened, but Dean was good. He was more than good, he felt amazing. And not just because of the orgasm, but of how intimate that felt, now special and he was so glad he got to experience it with Cas.

"Amazing. I really… You blew my mind, Cas." It was the best he could say, not wanting to turn this whole thing into one big sappy moment, even if his dopey grin was more than enough to convey that.

"Good. I am glad." Cas said and started getting settled next to Dean.

"What… What are you doing?" Dean was confused, why was Cas laying down? "Aren't we gonna… I mean, aren't you going to fuck me?"

"That was the plan, yes, but… As you said, I already blew your mind." He said with a smile. "Maybe we could leave that for some other day. It was… It was a lot and I really don't want you to… Get too nervous about what we are doing." He was worried Dean would freak out. Which, okay, it was understandable, Dean himself didn't know why he wasn't freaking out already. It probably had something to do with Cas himself and how much he cared about him and… Well, he had been keeping some emotions like guilt locked up, so maybe this just got buried underneath it all too?

Maybe Cas was right. He did just manage to make Dean come on his finger and as amazing as that was, taking things a little slow could be a good way to go. Dean still had a lot to learn, a lot of different things to experience, being with a man for the first time in his life.

"Okay, but we are definitely doing this again." Dean said with a slight pout making Cas laugh. Damn, he loved to see him laugh like this. "Wait. What about you?"

"Oh, I…" They both looked down to Cas' crotch that still had a very obvious erection pressing against jeans that somehow still stayed on him, even if Dean was completely naked.

"Let me?" Dean said. He had a fleeting thought of trying to suck Cas off, but it would be another new thing he hadn't tried yet, so maybe it was best to leave that for another time too. Still, the picture that formed in his mind of Cas on the bed on his knees running his fingers through Dean's hair, caressing his back with his other hand while Dean blew him was… Cock-twiching.

Cas took a breath and gave Dean a nervous smile before he nodded, opening up his jeans and pulling out his dick. Dean once again stared at it and probably would have kept doing so if Cas hadn't pumped it once, breaking Dean's transe. Fuck, he was being creepy. Glancing up at Cas, he saw that uncertain look on his face and berated himself for seeming so reluctant when in fact he was just curious.

He reached and slowly took Cas in his hand, giving the man plenty of time to back away and say no if he needed to, but Cas let him. They had done this before, a few times, but it felt a little different now. Dean wasn't sure if it was because Dean had already come, or something more trivial like Cas still being in his jeans, but Dean liked it. Felt like taking control, but not possessively. More like he was being given this opportunity to make Cas feel good and it really made him feel excited. He had to make it good for him.

"I am already close." Cas said seconds before Dean's hand enveloped his cock, then let out a little moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Dean hoped it would be a little bit of a challenge, but it still made him feel a little smug that Cas was that affected by Dean's reactions to what they did a few minutes ago.

"Try to last." Dean said, a very naughty idea forming in his mind. Not letting go of Cas' cock, he shifted, pressing his body against Cas, his chest to Cas' side as moved the man's arm so that he could lay atop of it. He managed to come close and kiss Cas' jaw, then bumped it with his nose when Cas tried to move in for a kiss. "I got you."

He started stroking him while trailing a few kisses down Cas' neck, light and teasing. Cas let out a little moan and Dean smirked, pulling away enough to be able to speak into the man's ear, but close so that he could feel Dean's hot breath over his skin. "That feels good?"

"Y-yes…" Cas responded, breathless, and it only served to spur Dean on.

"Yeah. You like me touching you? Because I like touching you. I just love to make you feel good." Dean said and got an incoherent string of sounds as a reply. "It just… Everything with you feels good to me, so I really like to know it feels good for you too… What do you like best?" Dean didn't wait for a response, unsure if Cas could even focus enough to answer him; instead, he just kept going.

"I know you like it when we are close, when our bodies are touching… Like now. I bet you like being on top of me, letting your body blanket mine. When your dick presses next to mine… Oh, you like that, don't you?" Cas moaned more the dirtier Dean's talk was, so he kept going, feeling immensely pleased that this was going the way he hoped it would.

"You like me touching your dick, don't you? You love it when I am stroking it like this. Does it feel good?" Dean leaned to leave a hot, wet kiss after each sentence and absolutely loved the effect it was having on Cas, the little pants, moans and snorted shouts of Dean's name.

"You know what would feel even better?" Cas' heart was pounding so loudly, not only could Dean hear it, he feared it might try to jump out of the man's chest. His dick was pulsing hard, twitching and Dean could feel Cas was very close.Dean sped up. "My mouth. My mouth wrapped around your cock."

"Oh, god!" Cas cried out. "Dean!"

"Can you imagine it, Cas? Can you imagine me, between your legs, taking your big cock in my mouth? Would it fit? I would try to take you all in, but I am not sure it would fit, it's so big." Cas was trashing on the bed at this point and Dean knew he was going to erupt any moment now, so he kept going.

"I never had a dick in my mouth, but I would love to taste yours. Would love to taste you. Would you come into my mouth, Cas? Let me swallow it all?" Cas' entire body went rigid a second before his dick gave one, big pulse and then he was coming, ropes of his jizz shooting up before they landed on Cas's stomach, and Dean's hand. It was a magnificent sight.

Dean pumped him a few more times, getting all that out, knowing that he liked that kind of a thing when he jerked himself off. Stuff like this was a lot easier with Cas, he didn't have to overthink anything, Cas loved everything Dean did to him. Dean had a sneaky suspicion Cas loved what they just did too.

"Hold up, I'll get the tissues." Dean tried to turn but Cas grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a bruising kiss before he let him go. Dean couldn't help but laugh as Cas let out a pleased hum and let Dean wipe him off.

It was amazing. Unlike the last time, he didn't freak out, he didn't even think about all those things that happened that still plagued his nightmares. Best to keep it that way, he didn't need them ruining this for him. It was getting late, and they really should be getting up to get ready for their date, but Dean just didn't feel like leaving the bed just yet. He laughed again when it seemed like Cas had similar thoughts as he asked:

"Is it too late to take that nap now?"