"Lights out in ten minutes!"

Castiel watched, unmoving, through the metal bars as the night guard walked down the hall. His first day in jail was almost over and he still hadn't figured whether it was a nightmare or not. After all that had happened that morning: his incarceration, the body cavity search "incident", Dean... He wondered where the green-eyed man was. Castiel, seated on the top level of the bunk bed, looked around wistfully. There wasn't much. A bunk. A bathroom. A small place to move around. That was going to be his life from now on. "Easy, man! I'm a big shot" A male voice stated nearby. Soon two officers appeared in front of the cell with him, Dean himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. The door was quickly slid open by one of the guards who got Dean in before removing his cuffs. "Good evening, sunbeam"

"D-Dean... What are you doing here, are you-"

"Your new cellmate? Yeah"

The two guards closed the door shut behind them and stepped away, mumbling something. Castiel promptly got out of the bed as his fellow prisoner accommodated at the bottom of the bunk. "I took the top one but it's yours if you want it" Castiel explained as a precaution, maybe for fear or a sense of duty. Dean, however, shook his head and stood up with a charming smile, making him feel a bit more comfortable if possible. "I still haven't thanked you for what you did today..."

"You're welcome, don't worry"

"Cool. I hope you didn't get into trouble because of me. If there's-"

Dean shut him up with one finger on his lips and Castiel just blushed over. Before he knew it, his cellmate had gotten him up against the wall and was leaning over, their mouths only a few inches away. "You know, if you really want to repay me, you can put your mouth to a better use than talking..." Dean suggested, taking the other prisoner's hand and guiding it to his crotch. Castiel tensed up. He tried to take his hand away but the tight grip didn't let go of it. He didn't like that situation. Dean's junk was hard and he could feel it pushing through the fabric of his pants. Was his savior the one to be saved from? "What's wrong? Weren't you saying if there was something you could do for me?"

"Yeah but... I'm not gay. I'm not into this kind of stuff..."

"I'm not gay either. But when you spent months and years in a male prison you're not so picky"

Castiel broke into a cold sweat. In a fight between them, he would have not had the upper hand. As Dean bent over to seal their lips in a kiss, he turned his head away trying to keep his composure. The other prisoner didn't give up, though. On the contrary, he liked a challenge. With his green eyes set on his prey, he reached for his zipper and started to undo it. The unzipping sound made him tremble uneasily. There was only one thing he could do. "Hel-" Castiel shouted before Dean's hand covered his mouth. He immediately froze, noticing a different look upon his cellmate's face, the initial sense of tranquility had given way to uncontrollable anger. He did feel in danger as tears rolled down his eyes and onto Dean's hand nonstop causing the inmate to let him go and step back. "D-Dean, I'm sorry, I-"

"I don't care, fuck you"

"Lights out!"

The lights of the whole facility went off and, in the dark, Castiel heard the creaking of his cellmate laying down. Stabling a little, he took some time to get his bearings and get on his bunk. Dean was quiet and he didn't know whether to apologize or forget it. It was only his first and two people had already attempted to fuck him. Jeez, only his first day...


"Aaah... Aaah..."

Castiel slowly woke up to the noise of soft moaning. Was he still dreaming by chance? He sleepily rubbed his eyes and turned to the sound when other groans were heard. Where did they come from? They sounded like... below him. Wait, Dean!? Sitting up with a jerk, he stealthily peeked his head out to check his cellmate. The lights were out but the moonlight coming through the windows was enough to see what was going on. There, on his bunk, Dean was naked and stroking his hard cock. Castiel's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. He thought he might say something but didn't. Better not to poke the bear. Maybe if Dean had gotten off, he would have left him alone. So... he could go back to sleep, right?

Truth was that Castiel couldn't take his eyes off of the other prisoner. He had never seen another man beating off before. It was... quite arousing. The way Dean purred while running his hand up and down his shaft. He was hung too. That junk must have been like 8 inches and was so thick. Beer can thick. All of a sudden his cellmate shifted and Castiel tilted his head back a little, scared to be caught. Good thing Dean was only moving his free hand to his nipple, pinching the brown bud between his fingers and pulling it gently. His grunts became louder and louder and, without even realizing it, Castiel was teasing his own nipple through his shirt. He had always been sort of vanilla in terms of sex and had never explored his body that much. It felt nice...

The rhythm of Dean's hand had sped up. Now it looked more like he was fucking his fist rather than jerking off. He was such a handsome guy. Green eyes, fit and hot body with that strip of dark blond hair from his belly button to his pubis. Dean began to twitch more erratically, rocking his hips and teasing his nipple bud. Both prisoners knew what was going to happen soon and Castiel was pretty curious. With one final thrust, Dean growled and came. From his cock erupted seven, eight, nine gushes of white, sticky cum that painted everything nearby. In the aftermath of his high, the naughty inmate settled back down on his mattress and fell asleep right away. Castiel was astonished. Wow. That Dean was such a hydrant! It took him a few minutes to recover and lay back on his bed. And then he noticed a painful pitching tent in his pants... Damn, he was hard.