"Aaah... Aaah... Aaah..."
Castiel tossed and turned on his bed, trying to ignore those disturbing moans. That has become the norm after Dean had changed his cell and moved in with Jack. Yeah. They did it like every day, every moment, and the blond inmate was so... noisy. Deep down, he knew that wasn't what really bothered him though. Dean had been a point of reference for him since he had set foot in prison and now he didn't even speak to him. Castiel stuffed his face into the pillow to drown out the groans, or maybe his thoughts, but to no avail. "Can't you sleep either?" Sam's voice asked from the top bunk, on the same boat. Castiel stopped, removing the pillow from his ears, and just sighed. If only Dean had cooled off, then they could have talked this out and made peace... His new cellmate moved around from above and peeked out his head from the bed. "Is it alright if I join you?"
"Sure, come on in"
"Thank you"
Sam was the first person in jail to have told him 'thank you'. He was always so polite and gentle, still so strong. As he climbed down the ladder, Castiel sat up and made him some space. In the pale moonlight streaming through the window, he could see the other prisoner's perfect body and blushed when his eyes went to his package. It was midsummer and all inmates slept with only their shorts on. Sam was built, more than Dean, with muscles he didn't even know existed. He carefully reached his cellmate and sat down on the edge, right before him, running a hand through his hair. Jack's moan kept echoing through the walls of the facility as they looked at each other, acting like that wasn't happening. It was then that Castiel leaned over to kindly brush Sam's black eye, bruised during the fistfight with his brother. "It looks a little better now. Does it still hurt?" Castiel inquired, sincerely worried. Sam shook his head and took the other prisoner's hand in his, pressing a soft kiss on it. He was very considerate of him, for the past two weeks he had taken good care of him and never made an issue of it. Castiel felt guilty and withdrew his hand abruptly. "I'm so sorry, Sam"
"For what?"
"It's all my fault. You wouldn't have argued with Dean, if not for me. I-"
Sam put a finger on his lips, cutting him off, and smiled. Castiel smile back not knowing why. It wasn't the first time he had been shut up like that, so rudely and sweetly at the same time. He remembered it vividly like it was yesterday. It was the first night Sam had stood at his bedside after Dean was sent to solitary confinement...
"No, stop. Stop! Get off of me!"
Castiel stirred flailed around in his sleep, caught in the middle of a bad dream. He could feel him. Bobby, he was there. He was back to rape him again. Sam woke up with a start, his cellmate's screams unsettling him as he jumped out of his bunk to check him. Despite being still half-asleep, he quickly realized what was going on and grabbed Castiel's shoulder, shaking 'em lightly. "Cas, wake up! It's just a nightmare. You're okay" Sam explained with a quiet voice. That didn't help. Castiel didn't wake up. He yelled louder and fidgeted, scratching and clawing at the other inmate's arms. Sam didn't let it deter him and shook him harder, with more determination. The moment Cas opened his eyes, he flashed a big grin which made him feel instantly better. "Everything's fine. You were just sleeping. There's nobody here. You're safe"
"S-Sam? What...? I-I saw Bobby. He was-"
"Shhh. I've got you"
Sam pulled him into a hug, trying to soothe him the best he could. It worked, at least at first. Then, the prolonged contact with another person stressed out Castiel who just pushed his cellmate off of him with no pleasantries. Sam gave him a condescending look and he felt bed. "I-I'm sorry. It's not you, it's just that-" Castiel stated, interrupting as he saw something that made him freeze. Concerned, Sam followed his stare to a little cut on his arm. "Sam, you're bleeding! Did I do this to you?"
"It's only a small scratch"
"No, it's not. I-I don't know how to live anymore. I would be better if Bobby had killed me so-"
Sam promptly hushed his mouth with a finger, preventing him from finishing his sentence. At last, Castiel fell silent, the other prisoner's fingers slowly tracing the outline of his lips before disappearing. "I know what you're going through. I've been there, when I was just a child" Sam said with a whisper, his gaze down at the floor. Castiel's mouth opened but he didn't dare to say a word. D-did he have this right? Sam was really telling him he had been abused too? The muscled inmate forced himself to smile as he recalled his painful past. "You will never forget what had happened to you. The face of your rapist will be burnt in your mind. But you can learn to live with it. Now that's part of you. You're alive, live. Take back your light. I will help you if you want me to"
"I-I... I do"
"That's what I like to hear"
"Hey, you okay?"
Castiel snapped out from his memories and nodded slightly as Sam moved his finger off his lips. He gazed at him for a second, thinking about how good he was, and in the heat of the moment bent forward to kiss him. It was fast. He pulled back immediately, wide-eyed, comprehending what he had just done. "Oh, darn it. I-I'm so sorry. I-" Castiel tried to apologize before getting cut off by another kiss. Guess Sam hadn't minded it in the end... It had been a while since he wanted to do it but after Bobby and his brother, well, he didn't believe to be reciprocated. He laced their fingers together as he let Castiel sink into the kiss and take control of it. Soon, he felt something nudge at his lips and just parted 'em, inviting Sam's warm tongue into his mouth. Their tongues met and swirled around each other, exchanging saliva in some sort of dance. So hot... Unfortunately, Cas had to break the kiss, catching his breath, and noticed his cellmate staring down at him with a weird smirk. He looked down to and his cheeks flushed, seeing his hard cock bulging in his underwear with a wet spot spreading on the front. He was mortified. "Sam... I-"
"Let me make you feel good"
"..."
Sam captured his lips again, nipping at the bottom one while chuckling in the act. As he deepened the kiss, he unwrapped their fingers and moved to palm the other prisoner's boner. Castiel growled, the sound muffled by the mouth pressed against his, and gradually loosened up. Sam rubbed him through the thin fabric with care, creating wonderful friction with his cock, while flicking his tongue over his cellmate's teeth. He really knew what he was doing, his touch ever so subtle. Castiel left him in charge of it and just enjoyed how the other inmate slipped his hand into his shorts and grasped his stiff prick. A wild grunt roared in his throat. Sam expertly ran his thumb over the sticky head and proceeded to pump it with steady strokes. It wasn't long before Castiel pulled back, overwhelmed, and gasped, a tiny string of spit connecting their tongues.
Sam leered at him and finally pulled his cellmate's manhood out of his underwear. Castiel's length stood turgid in his hand, to its fullest 7 inches and already dripping. Sam licked his lips and pinched forward to it. He couldn't wait to taste it. Briefly, he looked up at the other prisoner who was panting hard and then placed a small kiss on the underside of his prick. "May I suck you?" Sam asked, almost rhetorically, drawing a lick up the large vein of Castiel's cock. The ladder groaned in response as he felt the tip being engulfed in the warmth of his cellmate's mouth. How long since his last blowjob? Well, since he couldn't remember it, way too much. Sam took more of him, reaching for his balls and playing with 'em. He attentively fondled and massaged the sensitive nuts, rolling them in his palm. Castiel couldn't hold back a moan, his hands shooting to grab the other inmate's skull. Exactly what Sam wanted. He worked his way down further and swallowed the entire shaft without effort, making his cellmate arch up as the head of his cock hit the back of his gullet. What a pro. He held it like that for a bit, his nose buried in the bush of Castiel's pubes, and then drew back, jerking the hard pole coated in his saliva. "Bet Dean had never blown you like this, huh?"
"S-Sam... Crap! That was... Wow"
"I'm gonna make you nut with my mouth, baby"
That said, Sam wrapped his lips around the mushroom head once again and hollowed his cheeks to suckle it. Castiel's fingers dug into his hair as he dipped his tongue into his slit, savoring his salty precum, before sliding in a few more inches. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his shorts but chose to ignore it and focus on the other prisoner's. So he relaxed and opened up his throat, taking Castiel's cock to the root in one go. This time he didn't withdraw, though. Sam bobbed his head up and down, up and down, as he had no gag reflex. Years and years of practice had helped him master the art of deepthroating. Words failed Castiel. Never he had experienced something like that in his whole life! Not even his wife, not even on their first dates. He actually felt Sam's gullet muscles tightening around his shaft as it plunged deep in it over and over and over again. By now his hips had started to rock erratically, to keep up with his cellmate and get more of it. That was amazing. Castiel fell on his side to have more leverage and humped the other inmate's face like a dog in heat. How come he hadn't tried that before? Jeez, he was lucky to get some once a month... Sam kept his grip on his legs and allowed him to fuck his mouth, just adjusting to the changed angle.
Castiel pressed his forehead to his cellmate's thigh for some support, only to open his eyes and find Sam's crotch right in front of 'em. He was almost obliged from the pleasure he was receiving to seize the waistband of his cellmate's underwear and ease 'em over his tenting cock. Sam hummed in protest, his mouth full, struggling to drive those hands away. "Let me return the favor" Castiel said, between the wheezes, as he leaned over and took a tentative lick of the tip. It was such a nice cock. 8 inches long, the same size as Dean but less thick. Fuck, both Winchester brothers were so hung! Sam eventually accepted it, enjoying the sensation of the other prisoner's tongue glide over the topside of his shaft, and spread his legs to give him more access. At that point, Castiel took him in his mouth as much as he could and strove to suppress his reflex but choked anyway. It was difficult for him to keep a good rhythm as he kept getting overcome by the sensation of his cellmate's sensational skills. There was no way he could concentrate, a familiar tingling building up in his groin in addiction. So he swiped his tongue as hard he could and began to rut his hips. Sam didn't bat an eye, drool escaping the corner of his mouth as Castiel's thrusts became more vigorous and frenetic. It didn't take him long to edge closer to his release. "Shoot, Sam. I-I'm so close... I'm... I'm-"
"Mmmh!"
"Cumming!"
Sam gagged as the other inmate's cock swelled and spurted. Castiel never had such a powerful orgasm before. 7... 8... 9... jets of hot sticky jizz shot from his prick right into his cellmate's throat so that he didn't even have to swallow. That was enough to get Sam off notwithstanding the questionable blowjob he got. He erupted 8 big loads of tasty thick spunk which sprayed Castiel's mouth, flooding it. He then laid back, spent and satisfied, and tried to regain his breath. Once he had ridden out his climax, he rolled over to his back and saw the other prisoner sitting up, his cheeks still filled with cum. He freaked out. "Forgive me, I should have warned you. Go ahead and spit it if-" Sam apologized, leaving the sentence hanging as Castiel gulped down normally. That wasn't the first time he drank cum. Dean had gotten him used to and, in all honesty, he didn't mind. In fact, it was arousing. Sam laughed up his sleeves, reassured. "How was it? Did you like it?"
"Yeah, perhaps a little bitter..."
"Well, why don't you let me taste it?"
Sam surged up and smashed their lips together, pushing his tongue inside his cellmate's mouth. Castiel could taste his own flavor on it as they made out, entwined, their low moans now the only sound audible in the facility.
