Jump Into The Center and Launch Your Attack

Once Dean was sober enough to feel safe driving, he and Cas made their way out to Baby, who didn't have a speck of dirt on her, despite the muddy parking lot.

"You're a cheater," Cas insisted, poking Dean in the chest. "You cheat at the pool."

"I do not cheat at pool." Dean laughed, arm wrapped around Castiel's waist, hand firm on his sharp hip bone.

"You kept doing that little dance and sitting on the edge of the table looking at me all big-eyed and licking your lips. That's cheating." Castiel was perhaps still a little drunk. He leaned against Dean's chest and slipped his fingers into the armholes of Dean's vest pulling him poser. "I like this. You should wear this more often."

"Don't try to distract me with flattery. I did not cheat." Dean places a sweet kiss on the corner of Cas's mouth.

"You hustled me."

"The fact that I'm extremely good at pool couldn't possibly have anything to do with me beating you five times in a row, could it?"

"Absolutely not."

"What about the fact that you've never played before?" Dean opened Cas's door and shut it behind him just as the other man was coming up with his next protest.

When Dean got in the car, Castiel greeted him with an unexpected kiss. His wide lips pressed against his own with a soft murmur.

"Thanks for tonight," Cas whispered before nuzzling against the soft hair on Dean's cheek. It was well past time for him to shave it off for summer, but Cas seemed to like it so much, he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

"You had fun?"

"I did," Cas kissed him again, this time lingering as he sucked on Dean's lower lip. Cas brought a hand to Dean's cheek, raking his nails through his beard.

"Then let's go home." Dean started up the Impala and Cas maneuvered himself back into his seat, picking up the stuffed bee to play with.

"It's weird that we live together." Castiel blurted out, almost making Dean steer off the road when he turned to look at him.

"What? Why?"

"I'm just… how does this work? Do you drop me off and kiss me at the door, drive around the block, and then come home? Do I invite you in? You already live there." He stared down at the toy, playing with its wings and squeezing it nervously.

"You're overthinking this."

"Hi, my name is Castiel Novak and I overthink things. It's nice to meet you."

Dean laughed and settled into his seat more before reaching over and putting his hand on Cas's thigh. He listened to the music playing softly on the stereo and ran his hand up and down the muscular leg beneath his touch.

"So, I didn't ruin our date by being a dumbass at the beginning?" he finally asked, still worried about the way he'd acted and not giving Cas the benefit of the doubt.

"I don't know," Castiel pulled one leg up under him, letting Dean's hand drift down to the back of his upper thigh. "What's your definition of "ruining" a date?" He leaned forward slightly as if that would help him hear better.

"Umm, when you get out of the car and slam the door and say you never want to see me again?"

"Can't, we live together." Cas shrugged.

"Then when you refuse to have dinner with me the next time I ask?"

"Can't, you cook all my meals."

"Jeeze, uhh when you tell me you just want to be friends?"

This time, Cas takes Dean's roaming hand into both of his own. He can feel the blue eyes boring into the side of his head but he doesn't look. Not because he's driving, but because he's afraid of what he'll find.

"Dean, I don't want to just be your friend." Cas, as usual, he said the thing so simply, so easy. Just laid it out there bare, taking Dean's breath away with the raw sincerity of it.

"Shit, Cas."

"Now, would you please focus on driving so I can take you home, invite you in, kiss you at the door, and finally find out what's supposed to happen at the end of a good date?"

"Well, Fuck," Dean sped up with a laugh.

When they got home, Dean hurried to unlock the door and turn on the twinkling lights on the porch.

"Romantic," Cas remarked, smiling at the sparkling night.

Dean comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Castiel's middle, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder. "Thanks for tonight. I had a lot of fun."

"Even if I'm incredibly difficult."

"Strangely, I think because you're incredibly difficult." Dean placed a kiss at the bottom of Cas's neck, moving the shirt collar aside with his nose so he could kiss over toward his shoulder. "I've never met anyone like you. You're fearless."

Castiel snorts. "That wasn't a sexy noise, but you're talking nonsense."

"No, I'm not. You broke up with your girlfriend…"

"Shut up. Poor Duma."

"You told her you were gay, you went out with me someplace you've never been and held my hand in public, something I know was really hard for you. You stand up to Michael and me and everyone else who gives you shit. You got away from your family. You have so many reasons to be angry and bitter, and you aren't either of those things. I'm in awe of that, Cas."

He kisses a line up Cas's neck, following the cord of muscle there to the spot right behind his ear. He places a gentle peck before pulling his earlobe into his mouth.

A moan escapes from Cas and he pushes himself back against the strong man holding him gently like something special. He turns and looks in Dean's eyes for a moment, taking in the way the other man stares at him and wishes it could always be this way.

When they kiss, it starts slow, easy, almost innocent. Sweet licks and pecks, the gentle exploration of tongues as hands stroke each other's backs and sides. It lasts forever. The starlight above them dies out because a millennium has passed in just that kiss alone. Dean's hand strokes Castiel's face and he nibbles his way back down his neck, hands gripping his hips.

"I think we should go inside," Cas whispers, reaching into Dean's hair and pulling back until Dean is looking at him. "Or we could stay out here," the twinkle in Cas's eye is wicked and before Dean processes what Cas is doing, he's backed up against the wall, Cas pressed hard against him.

"Well, Fuck, sailor. I wasn't expecting that."

"I'm not, nor have I ever been, in the Navy." Castiel runs his teeth down Dean's neck before biting gently on the muscle leading over to his shoulder.

Dean grunts as pleasure sparks from the bite straight to his cock. He'd expected whatever happened tonight to be on Cas's terms, sure, but he hadn't expected him to take charge quite so completely.

Cas places his hands on Dean's shoulders, pushing him back and holding him in place as Cas kisses and sucks every part of him he can get his mouth on while rocking against Dean's denim-clad erection.

Dean's brain is mush as Cas devours him. So much for the innocent choir boy, Dean thinks, letting his eyes roll back as Castiel's hands release him only to reach inside his shirt, desperate to touch his skin. His fingers are hot and firm against his flesh, and Cas digs his short nails into Dean's sides with a moan.

"You wear a lot of clothes for the middle of summer," Cas complains, bringing his lips back to Dean's for a deep kiss. He opens his mouth and tastes the beauty before him, pulling and sucking and nibbling on the other man's tongue and lips. Cas can't get enough. Dean tastes like spiced whiskey and sunsets.

Dean runs his hands under Cas's shirt, not pausing even though he can feel the muscles tense under his touch. He dives in, Cas's body may be marred by the abuse he's suffered but to Dean, he's nothing but beautiful, the scars only showing how strong and amazing he is. He pushes the shirt up, encouraging Cas to raise his hands so he can pull it over his head.

He maneuvers them so Cas is pressed against the wall, the cool night air against Dean's back. "You're gorgeous," he whispers, kissing the scar at the top of Castiel's right shoulder. His fingers dance delicately across his chest and shoulders, coming up to hold his face as Dean kisses him again with reverence.

Cas tenses, but his breathing is steady.

Dean licks his way down Cas's neck and arm, trailing the flow of the burn to the inside of his elbow, where he kisses and sucks and nibbles against the thickened skin until Cas is moaning and threading soft fingers through his hair.

He takes Cas's hand and brings it to his mouth, staring Cas in the eye as he kisses the tip of each one before sucking it into his mouth, slow and languid and dirty.

"So fucking hot," Dean breathes before he spreads his hands out across Castiel's chest, his touch glancing over nipples and skin and scar, all of it a part of the man before him. He grips the hard muscle beneath, pressing in close so their lips are almost touching. He feels so much more for Cas than he'd thought possible, only a few months together and Dean is falling hard. "Would you like to come inside, Castiel?"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. I have an early morning tomorrow," Cas teases against Dean's lips before pressing three sweet kisses against them.

Dean slips his fingers into Cas's and pulls him inside, leaving the forgotten shirt on the ground.

They don't stop in the living room or make a show of having one more drink. Instead, Dean keeps Cas's hand loosely in his and walks them back to his room. He turns to smile at Cas and kicks the door open, stepping backward inside.

"This okay?" Dean asks, pulling Cas's hand up to kiss his knuckles.

"When are you going to stop asking me that?" Cas answers softly.

"Probably never. I can try if you want, but I like knowing that you're happy that you feel good."

Cas's eyes gleam in the dim moonlight coming in from the window. He shakes his head with a smile. "What happened to me being a grown-ass adult. I may not have been with anyone, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to, or imagine it, or fantasize while laying in the room just across the hall from you."

Dean gasped and a shiver ran through his whole body, causing him to lean against Cas.

Cas stepped back and unbuttoned his vest, pushing it off his shoulders before pulling Dean's shirt off, taking his breath away by the strength and surety of Cas's movement.

"This okay?"

"Yes," Dean pants and Cas walks him back, barely touching him but pushing him forward with his fingertips, lips an inch apart until the bed is against the back of his knees.

Castiel leans in and kisses him slowly, taking his time to feel the scruff of his beard against his chin and lick the other man's lips. He sucks on his tongue and moves closer until Dean falls back on the bed with Cas on all fours above him. When Dean tries to kiss him, Cas holds him in place, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his bicep, his head tilted.

"This okay?" His smile is toothy and wicked.

"Yes."

Cas releases his hold on Dean and proceeds to use his hands and lips to explore every part of the taller man's neck and chest, the skin of his bare torso rubbing against Dean's to create a combustible level of need. When he wraps his lips around Dean's nipple and extracts a moan from his chest, Cas chuckles darkly.

"Move up," he said, lifting off Dean and kicking off his shoes.

Dean lays for a moment, trying to catch his breath, looking at the strong back of the man who was making him lose his mind with barely more than a teenage makeout session. "Cas, is this…"

"If you ask me if I'm okay, I might punch you," Castiel said over his shoulder, kneeling on Dean's bed in just a dark pair of jeans and a hungry, wild look on his face. His hair was everywhere and the taut strength of his body sends waves of desire through Dean like he's never felt before. It's like his entire body was attuned to Cas; every part of him dying to know what it felt like to belong to him.

Dean leaned down and pulled off the cowboy boots and socks before sitting next to Cas.

Their lips met and Cas guided him back down, draping himself over half of Dean's body so their legs are lined up together. He gasps at the contact, warm flesh against skin, denim against cock. He's unable to keep from moving for more friction. He rocks up into Cas's thigh with need, and they both moan.

Cas's eyes flutter closed as he arched up, letting his hips move with abandon.

"Fuck," Dean runs his palms down Cas's back, feeling the crisscross of scars as he goes. He slides his hands into the back of Castiel's jeans, gripping his ass as he bucks up against him, moving together. He bends his knee, giving Cas even more to press himself against.

Moans and whimpers escaped from Castiel's lips without permission. He opened his eyes, even though the sensation was overwhelming and his body wanted to close them, lost in just feeling. But he didn't want to miss a thing. He'd waited so long to have this to be this. All he wanted to do was wrap himself in Dean, his scent, his touch, his taste. The look on his face as he rolled his head back, offering his neck to Cas to kiss and chew while they moved together.

"This okay?" Castiel whispered in Dean's ear with a low chuckle.

"You've made your point," Dean laughed, bringing his hands up to Cas's face and pulling him close. "Will you indulge me in one more thing?"

Cas cocked his head to the side and rolled off Dean, propping himself on his elbows and gazing down at the worried looking man. He stroked his chest, light blonde hair curling across his pecs trimmed neatly, giving Cas a thrill to touch.

"One." Cas smiled.

"You promise me; you'll say so if we do more than you want or something you don't like. I don't want you to just go along with anything."

"Still underestimating me." Cas shook his head.

"No, I just don't want to take advantage. I know this is new."

Cas placed his hand over Dean's mouth and waited for him to nod. Then, lips teasing Dean's lower lip, he ran his hand down Dean's body and slipped inside the front of Dean's pants, gripping his cock with thick, firm fingers.

Dean saw sparks and almost arched off the bed, but Cas's tender kisses kept him in place.

Cas leaned in and whispered in Dean's ear, "Just because I've never done something doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. About how you'd taste. How you'd feel underneath me."

Dean's whole body shook and his hips bucked up into Cas's strong hand.

"I might not be ready to jump all in tonight, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. You'll wait until I say so, won't you?"

Dean nodded, his body visibly shaking as Cas began to stroke him firm and slow.

"Good. That's good," he cooed and slowed his stokes, watching the emotions flickering across Dean's face, the way his hips bucked when he flicked a finger over the tip of his cock, gathering moisture to slicken his strokes.

"You know, I've watched you a lot since moving here. You put off a lot of big talk and flirty smiles. But you take care of everyone else first. Not just me, I know you load Bobby and Jody's house up with fresh veggies from the farmer's market because she can't go during work hours. I know you call Sam or Eileen every day. Everyone you care about you take care of, Charlie, Jo, Ellen, you even include Meg in your plans to make sure she's not alone too much. I think what you really want is to have me take care of you for a little while, to make you feel good and safe. Am I right, Dean?"

Castiel's lips brushed against Dean's ear and his hand is giving slow even tugs that have Dean closer to coming than he thought was possible from just a handjob and dirty talk. Well sweet talk.

"Fuck, Cas. You just went from virginal alter boy to fucking dom sex god in 3.2 seconds." Dean reached his arms around Cas's shoulders, squirming for Cas to tighten his grip, or speed up, or fucking something. "And, yeah, you're absolutely right. Wherever you're at, that's what I want. I'll wait. I just, God, I didn't think…"

"What did you think?" Castiel asked. When Dean blushed and looked away, he stilled his hand, waiting for the bearded man to turn back to him.

Hungry eyes looked up and Dean's hips rocked with a whimper.

Castiel stroked him with just his fingers, light and tortuous. "What did you think?"

Dean cried out, gripping Cas's shoulders and biting his own lip.

"Should I stop?" Cas asked, his face serious.

"No, God, no, don't stop. I… I thought. I guess I assumed you'd want to be the team catcher, you know. Being new to this and all, I thought you'd-aggh-I thought you'd want me to take charge."

Cas growled into Dean's ear, rearranging their position so he could press against Dean's ass as his arm wrapped around him and stroked his cock. Cas laid kisses against Dean's shoulder and neck as he replied. "No, I don't think I'm a bottom if that's what you're alluding to, a catcher. That's not how I've ever seen myself. But I've never tried. I'd be open to exploring it someday if that's what you want, though." Cas murmured in his ear, Dean's breath coming faster.

"Here…" Dean flicked open the button of his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs, exposing his gorgeous ass and cock for Cas to see.

"Fuck," Cas fumbled behind him, doing the same thing before pressing his length against the crack of Dean's ass. He thrust forward between the cheeks sending his body into sensation overload. The heat of Dean's skin enveloped him.

"It's hot when you swear," Dean grabbed Cas's arms, pulling them around his chest so they were in a tight embrace. Check to back, cock against ass.

They laid there a moment, reveling in the heat of flesh against flesh. When Cas moved again, he reached down and took hold of Dean's erection, moving against his ass and stroking him at the same time.

"What if I want to try everything," Dean said through a moan.

"I'm sure something can be arranged," Cas chuckled before latching onto Dean's neck and thrusting against the other man, holding him tight against his body, legs trapped in their jeans but struggling to intertwine however they can.

Castiel made a frustrated, strangled sound when Dean pulled away.

"Trust me." He leaned forward and opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. After rolling to face Castiel, he poured some on his hand and then gestured for Cas to hold out his own.

Once they each had a slicked up hand, Dean reached out and took Cas in his grasp, spreading the lube up and down his length and over the head.

Cas shuddered, rolling back slighting and closing his eyes.

With his other hand, Dean pulled Cas's wrist, guiding him to his own waiting, hungry cock. When his fingers wrapped around him, Dean's hold on Cas faltered.

They both opened their eyes and Dean wrapped his free arm around Cas's waist, pulling them together, chest to chest.

"Dean, oh, Dean, I…" mumbled, his hips thrusting up into Dean's hand.

"Wait, shhh, this gets better," Dean mumbled, taking Cas's lips in his own and kissing him deeply. While he distracted the other man with one pleasure, he repositioned himself and his hand so he had a hold on both their cocks. He gripped the base, letting the sensitive flesh slide together.

The feeling of Dean's cock against his sent Cas's body into overdrive. He thrust and moaned at the sweet softness of gliding together. "Dean, oh, that's..."

"Wrap your hand around us with me, so we're holding on together," Dean said against Cas's damp neck. He licked him, tasting the salty sweat, before placing open-mouthed kisses against his collar bone.

"Yeah, like that," Dean groaned, licking and sucking on Cas's skin. He moved his hand and Cas followed his lead, stroking them together, hands adding pressure to the mounting ecstasy of their cocks moving together, sliding and pulling and aching for more.

It didn't take long for Cas to lose himself completely, his legs still tangled in his pants. He kicked them off and threw a leg over Dean's thigh, using it to pull the man closer. His movements stuttered, his moans no longer in his control, and he mouthed every part of Dean he could reach. He rolled forward, pushing Dean down beneath him, thrusting down and against Dean, their hands captured under his weight.

He arched back, a full-throated moan bursting from his lips before he looked down at Dean, eyes blown with passion. When Dean's hips started to stutter, Cas tightened his grip around them. He thrust forward, stilling while their hands worked in unison for two, three more strokes, until Cas came with a strangled cry, Dean falling over the cliff right behind him.

Cas dropped his weight onto Dean for a moment, catching his breath. As soon as his lungs stopped burning, he shifted off of the man below him, releasing their hands. He wanted to touch him, tell him how amazing this had been, but when he went to reach for Dean's face, he caught sight of the mess on his hand.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, leaning down to kiss Dean on the temple, then the lips.

"Mmmhmmm," Dean sighed, his eyes drooping.

Castiel stepped out into the hall, completely naked, and rummaged through the linen closet for a towel and two washcloths. In the bathroom, he ran the water in the sink until it was warm and wiped himself clean with one, throwing it in the hamper, and then wet the other, carrying it with the towel back to Dean.

"You came back," Dean smiled, leaning against the headboard, having finally taken off his pants.

Castiel smiled and settled next to Dean on the bed. He reached out and gently wiped Dean's chest and stomach before cleaning off the lube and cum on and around his cock. He gently wiped the man's thighs and then each of his hands before using the towel to dry him.

Dean looked up, wonder and something warm and soft taking root in his chest. "Mmm, that's nice. Will you stay in here tonight?" He asked, pulling back the rumpled covers.

Cas crawled in, curling up on Dean's chest.

Dean breathed in the scent of Cas's hair and sweat before placing a sweet kiss on Cas's head. He laid back on his pillow, running his fingers through Cas's dark hair.

"This okay?" Cas teased as he wrapped his arm around Dean's waist and snuggled closer.

"Shut the fuck up," Dean let out an affectionate laugh. Before closing his eyes and running his nose through Cas's hair one more time.