You Were Never Anything But Beautiful To Me
Wednesday evening, Dean came back from the barn early, covered in sawdust. He leaned in the doorway, the bright sun behind him, waiting until he caught Cas's eye. "How's it going?"
"Umm, I can't even form words looking at you like that." Castiel laughed as Dean shook his head, wood shavings flying in all directions. "Hey! I just swept in here!"
Dean laughed and pushed off the door frame. "I think I should probably take my clothes off out here," he said, pulling his shirt over his head in a lithe movement.
Despite the rain of potential splinters, Castiel's mouth watered. Dean, outside, in the bright sun, flush from a hard day's work, wearing nothing but his work boots and a pair of jeans, was a sight to behold. Without getting too poetical about it, he was a modern day adonis shining in the sun, and he belonged to Cas, at least for now.. "That sounds wise," he said, shutting the top of his laptop.
"I mean, I wouldn't want to undo all your work making the house so tidy."
"Maybe I should start wearing the apron," Castiel teased.
"No way, that's for the meatman only, get your own," Dean dropped his hands to his belt buckle and tilted his chin down, looking up at Cas through lashes so long he could see them from the table. His strong stomach, flat and hard, enticing Castiel and making him lick his lips. Dean was muscular, but more than that he was solid. He didn't have the vanity muscles of someone who only worked out at a gym, he had the strong, solid thickness of someone who used his body.
"Are you waiting for something?" Castiel asked after a moment, crossing his legs and leaning back in his chair as if he were the Queen of England with no need to rush for anything. "Proceed." He waived his hand.
Dean waited with a smirk.
Castiel raised an eyebrow.
That was all it took for Dean to flush a deeper red and look at the ground before smirking wider and undoing his belt buckle.
He looked back to Cas with a grin and ran a hand up his chest and to the back of his neck, making him the single fucking sexiest thing Castiel had ever seen.
Cas smiled and nodded. The swelling in his pants and desire blooming in his chest made it hard to sit still, but he was enjoying the game. This strange give and take the two of them had stumbled upon that they both enjoyed so much, where Castiel took charge and Dean's eyes grew heavy with lust. There had never been much in Cas's life that he was in control of. When Dean let him lead, let him take and give on his own terms, it made him feel safe enough to be himself. It was a mind bending kind of freedom that Castiel never wanted to give up, he only wanted to see how far Dean would let him go, how much of each other they could explore.
At the nod, Dean flicked open the button of his jeans and undid the zipper. Then he stared Cas straight in the eye, dipped his hand inside his underwear and stroked himself with a groan. The sight was erotic, irresistable. Dean's head tilted back, exposing his neck in a strange show of submission and disobedience.
Castiel's desire roared in his chest. "Dean," He reprimanded with a hiss.
Dean's movement paused, his eyes glazing over as his body broke out in goosebumps. For a moment Castiel thought Dean wasn't going to listen and he held his breath, poised to stalk over and remove Dean's hand forcibly. But Dean took a deep breath, and locking in that intense eye contact pulled his hand out of his pants and cocked his head.
Castiel let out a shaky breath. Dean was beautiful, the epitome of temptation. "Take off the jeans.'
Dean rushed to comply and pushed the jeans over his hips, letting them fall around his feet in a soft whoosh before stepping out of them.
Catiel could see the darkened spot Dean's hard cock left against his gray boxer briefs. He licked his lips, imagining how the other man must taste, dusky and sweet. "Let me see your cock. But don't touch it, just pull down the waistband of your underwear and let it out."
Dean nodded, sucking on his lower lip for a moment before letting it pop out, pink and plump. He slowly pulled down the front of his underwear until the waistband was below his balls. His erection had grown thick and as Castiel stared he could see it twitch slightly under inspection. He took a few deep breaths, letting Dean stand there and feel the full weight of his gaze.
"Off." Castiel ordered and stood up.
Dean practically ripped his underwear from his body he moved so fast, chest heaving as he panted. His whole being leaned toward Cas, his need palpable.
Castiel enjoyed the control Dean kept over himself, the effort he was putting in to doing as Cas said, the trust it took to let go into Castiel's care. It was sexy as fuck. And it was absolutely doing it for him in every way. His cock was so hard it was almost painful to walk, but the price was worth paying, when his reward was so fucking gorgeous.
On the front porch of the little wood cabin that Dean built himself, he stood just out of the sun's rays, stark naked. He felt free and gloriously seen, the look in Cas's eyes heady and intoxicating. He had always been comfortable with his body, but this look, like Cas was going to either rip him to shreds with his teeth or suck the life right out of him, bubbled up new and desperate feelings so strong they scared him, but he couldn't have turned away if he wanted to. Locking in place by Cas's simple command.
When Castiel reached Dean, he sank to his knees and without a word, or even touching the other man, pressed his lips against Dean's cock. He licked his lips, tasting the first glimmer of Dean. He looked up, staring at Dean's rigid body, muscles hard and tense, waiting for Cas to decide what to do with him. Castiel raised a hand to the base of Dean's cock firmly holding it in place as he wrapped his lips around the pink head and pulled it into his mouth. He stopped at the gentle ridge, sucking lightly and licking at the tip, drowning in the revelation of Dean's precum against his tongue and moaning. It tasted better than he had imagined, so rich and distinct, there was nothing else like it.
Dean laid a gentle hand on Cas's head, running his knuckles down his temple and then cheek. Despite Castiel being the one on his knees, Dean looked at him with an air of supplication. And Castiel wanted nothing more than to worship at the altar of Dean's body. This close, his lips pressed against the focus of all his desires, the reality of how right it felt made Castiel bold.
Spurred on by the sound of Dean's labored breathing, Castiel opened his mouth wider and pulled more of Dean's thickness into his mouth. He bobbed and licked, moaning when Dean's hips started to move, like he couldn't help but try to fuck his mouth just a little. Castiel was tempted to pull off and reprimand Dean, continuing their game, but when he looked up the eyes that met him were so full of desire Cas almost lost his rhythm. He swallowed hard drawing a moan for Dean and a stronger pull on his hair.
He'd done that. He'd made Dean feel that good.
Pride warred with Castiel's desire and he made it his mission to show Dean just how good he could make him feel. He pushed forward, taking Dean further into his mouth, down into the beginning of his throat. Just when he thought it was too much Dean let out a strangled cry and stumbled slightly.
"Fuck Cas, that's so good."
That's all Castiel needed to push himself further, sucking and swallowing and licking as he rocked himself on Dean's cock. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, this was the first time he'd ever taken someone in his mouth, but it was freeing with Dean, to know he didn't have to do it right, he just had to want to do it. And fuck did he want to. He wanted to taste and lick and bite and swallow all of Dean, every part of him. When he was done with this cock he might start on Dean's toes and work his way up, tasting every millimeter of skin he could reach.
He undid his pants, pulling his own throbbing erection free, taking it in one hand and jerking it to the same rhythm he sucked on Dean. With one hand pulling his own pleasure to the surface and the other locked on Dean's hip, Cas lost himself in the feeling of flesh and flavor. He dissipated until he was no longer the things he thought defined him and existed in a place made only of heat and love and want and taste.
"Cas, I. Stop, you should stop, I…"
Castiel looked up, he knew how blissed out he had to look with saliva and precum dripping from his over stretched lips and raw painful need radiating in his eyes. He'd been stripped down to his most basic elements, the bare truth of his soul apparent as his longing reached out for Dean.
"Oh fuck," Dean cried out when their gazes met, heat blazing through his body.
Castiel pulled back at the first spurt of Dean's cum, swallowing and sucking, pulling as much out of him as he could, lapping and sucking until Dean reached down and stopped him, a giggle breaking the silence.
"It tickles," Dean admitted with a shy grin, sinking to the ground next to Cas. They kissed, slow and languid, Dean's flavor on Cas's tongue.
Castiel stroked at his erection lazily, close to the precipice but not quite ready to be done. It was only when Dean laid down in his lap and took him in his mouth that he realized just how near to complete surrender he was.
Dean pressed sweet kisses along his shaft before licking his way back up to the head. "Come for me," Dean said, voice husky and dripping with sex.
It didn't take long, only a few bobs of Dean's head before Cas lost himself in the raw emotion of the naked man laying in his lap. Words he shouldn't utter almost broke free as he released into Dean's needy mouth.
Castiel leaned back on his hands trying to catch his breath as Dean practically purred and wrapped himself up on Cas's lap. They laid sprawled across the porch, touching each other everywhere they could reach.
"Is it always like this?" Cas asked when his vision finally returned and he could kind of form thoughts. Everything outside of the two of them remained hazy, distant, like for a few moments Castiel could exist without the weight of the world.
"What? Sex?"
"Yeah, is it always so… soul rending?"
Dean smiled up at Cas and leaned up for another kiss, gentler, slower this time. "No. I mean sex is great, it's always great, but this, whatever happens whenever you and I are together, I've never felt anything like it."
Castiel leaned forward and ran his hand through Dean's hair. "You are so beautiful, you make me feel like I can do anything, like I'm…"
"Like what, Cas?"
"Like I'm worth saving."
Dean frowned and pulled himself up so he could wrap both arms around Castiel and pull him close. "You are worth everything. I… Cas…" his voice ended with a soft whisper.
Castiel let a silent moment pass between them, afraid of what came next but almost more afraid of what he had to lose. "Let's get you in the shower. You're still covered in wood chips," Castiel said, fishing one out of his mouth and holding it up.
Dean laughed and stood, holding out a hand. "Come with me?"
"Of course," Castiel replied without a thought.
Later, once they'd both come again, this time in the shower, and thoroughly washed each other, they sat eating Nachos watching reruns of I Dream of Genie. Dean stole bites from Cas's plate despite having accused his addition of olives to his nachos an insult to nacho lovers everywhere. They eventually snuggled up on the couch, Castiel comfortably slotted against Dean's side.
From the kitchen table Castiel's laptop pinged.
"I meant to shut that down, sorry," he said, standing and walking over to sit at the table. He opened his email and quickly scanned an email with the subject line: Internship Decision.
"Dean," Castiel said, finger on the trackpad.
"Yeah, what's up?" Dean called, half listening.
"They made a decision."
"What? Who?"
"The school, and the church I guess. I… They decided."
Dean was up and next to Cas almost instantly, "What did they say?" He leaned forward searching the computer screen, his body pressed against Cas's side. "Well open it!"
"I can't. What if they kicked me out? What if?" Castiel's head began to spin, the possibilities, the contradictory hopes and emotions fought to the surface, plotting their escape from the cage he held them in in his heart.
"Shit Cas, worrying isn't helping any when the answer's right there." Dean reached forward and tapped on the subject, opening the email.
They scanned the screen in silence. Cas had to read it twice before the words took on any meaning.
"Oh my God," Castiel breathed.
"But, that's, that's good right?"
Castiel let out a breath, his shoulders dropped and his hands shook. "Yeah, yeah. I can't believe it."
"So, you're not kicked out." Dean's face split open as he smiled, sunshine and light and joy all shining on his face at once. "Holy fuck!" He pulled Cas to standing and wrapped his arms around him, picking him up slightly and then pulling him in tight to a kiss. "I knew it would work out. You and Sammy, smartest guys I know, team you up and there's no stopping you."
Castiel stood stunned, barely able to move.
"Cas, this is good news. You are still in seminary, isn't that what you wanted? And you don't have to waste time doing another internship just because of fucking Michael's bullshit. Now you can move forward." Dean bent down to try and catch Cas's eye.
"Yeah, yes. And, they're going to give me full credit for the internship. I can't believe it. Sam was right about getting congregants to write letters on my behalf. I... I don't have to start over."
"Right, now you just have to write your thesis," Dean's wide smile faltered when Castiel finally looked up at him, a glimmer of tears in his eyes. "Which you are planning to do from Massachusetts."
Castiel nodded.
"And there's no internship keeping you here anymore, so you're gonna just leave." Dean dropped his hands and backed away.
"I, yes, but," Castiel held Dean's eyes. "My internship stipend is through the middle of September and Sam is still working on some things for me and I'd like to see the Mary's House issue get resolved before I leave." He rambled, he made excuses he had no right to make, but he wasn't ready to let this go.
Dean blinked. "Sounds like you're trying to make a case."
"I have to go, eventually. It's not optional."
Dean nodded, trying not to worry about that yet. All he wanted was more, but he knew, no matter how much he was given, when it came to Cas he'd always want more. "But maybe, not right now?"
"Maybe," Cas breathed, like he can't believe what he's saying. "I have to talk to Sam."
Dean pulled him close, gathering him up in his arms like if he just holds on tight enough he can keep Cas with him forever. "Tomorrow. Call Sam tomorrow. Let's just be happy for you tonight, huh? Can we do that? We could go out for ice cream and strippers!"
Castiel laughed, his eyes crinkling up and pushing out his unshed tears, "No, I don't think so, strippers aren't exactly my thing. He smiled again at Dean, his heart full. "Tonight it's just us, we'll forget about the rest of it. For once there's no emergency, we can just be us."
"I like the sound of that," Dean dipped down, taking Cas's lips in his, gripping the man tight and dipping in to taste him. I Dream of Genie played in the background as Dean led Cas to the bedroom.