After their thrilling game of cat and mouse followed by a long, lustful coupling, Castiel withdrew his penis from Dean's warm, snug little vagina by doing a slow roll onto his back.
Dean let out a mewling sound, something he only did with his Alpha and in intimate situations. With Castiel there was never any judgment no matter how tender or raw Dean's emotions. As Cas' mate, it gave him the freedom to be himself no matter the situation.
Though Castiel's features were cast in shadow, Dean could hear his rhythmic breathing and smell the scent of sex and slightly sour sweat.
Still running on instinct, the Alpha knelt between the Omega's legs and grasping an ankle in each hand, he raised Dean's legs until the teen's hips were angled back. By now the teen felt like a rag doll left to the whims of its owner. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
Dean dozed off after a minute or two, his body needed to rest and recharge. Castiel made a pillow of his own suit coat and tucked it beneath his lover's head and then covered them both with a sleeping bag. As the big spoon to his now larger Omega little spoon.
Cas gently ran his fingers over the his lover's features. Dean's beauty was so inspirational to the English teacher he often wrote lines of purple prose in his mind as he tried to describe his own feelings for Dean. In fact, he had a special folder on his laptop filled thoughts and poetry dedicated to his Omega
"I imagine others in love use plain and simple language in regards to their mate but there is nothing plain or simple about you, Dean…you deserve every honeyed word my mind can muster…" he stifled a laugh by pressing his face against the Omega's shoulder. Dean stirred, frowned in his sleep then settled.
"There I go again...honeyed. God, I hope no one ever readings my musings…I'd surely die of embarrassment."
….
Errant morning sunbeams filtered through the canopy of bud studded branches above Dean, pulling him from the sleep of the dead. On a less flowery note he also felt an urgent need to pee. Dean kicked off the sleeping bag and hopped to his feet and found the nearest bush and taking a cue from his body, Dean urinated out his dick.
The Omega gingerly rubbed his fingers across his pussy, his mound and outer labia felt warm and puffy due to the length of time they were tied. This was a normal physiological response in order to keep as much semen inside as possible, something that normally happened during a heat. Dean had been on the edge right before prom and the events of the night before had set the process in motion a few days early.
He examined his fingers, they were covered with residue of blood tinged slick and semen. Dean licked them clean, the taste was less than pleasing and he had no idea why he even did it. Dean figured he had awhile before his "flower", as Cas liked to refer to the Omega's genitals, opened up and the rest of the fluids leaked out.
"Gotta get a pad pretty soon…"
Dean found Castiel, standing on a small hill and facing the dawn.
Cas closed his eyes and tilted his head back to get the full effect of the warm rays. The morning sun always had an energizing affect. He began a series of stretches that flowed into gentle poses and silent affirmations, "I am a passionate and thoughtful lover…I am strong and…" he was rudely interrupted when Dean tackled him to the grass.
Sitting astride Cas' hips, Dean bounced a few times to tease him, "Mornin' sunshine, I watched your nudie show and lucky me, I got a full fruit bowl!"
Cas easily flipped the energetic Omega on his back and switched places, now seated firmly on top of him. Dean loved that his husband was fully capable of doing that. It was something not many could accomplish or get away with. They were equally matched.
The Alpha's voice had a post coital purr, "Scotty is picking up Grace and the boys. I need more time with you…only you. We are going to pick up breakfast, go home and shower and take a nap and then…."
"Then what?"
"Let's play it by ear."
"S-sure, whatever you want, Cas."
"Yes, whatever I want," the Alpha swiftly stood then pulled the pliable Omega to his feet.
A hearse slowly entered the south entrance to the cemetery followed by a parade of mourners. Only then did the lovers notice the freshly dug grave and large mound of dirt at the opposite end of the grounds.
The hearse continued to its destination but the driver of the car right behind slammed on the brakes when he spotted two naked men standing on the hill. There was a chain reaction where each vehicle tapped the bumper of the one in front of it.
The widow scolded the driver and then her daughter, Becca. The girl had whipped out her cell phone and started taking photos.
"Oh my god, hot naked guys, and I thought today would totally suck balls!"
"Sarah, how rude, your stepfather just died."
The teen rolled her eyes, "Who cares, the guy was an asshole. You know it, I know it and everyone behind us knows it."
Dean sprung into action. He grabbed his husband by the hand and the pair streaked to the Impala, laughing all the way.
"Cas, where are our clothes?!"
"In the car!"
They both jumped in and Dean floored it, taking them out the opposite entrance but not before the pair was captured in photo by several of the not so mourning mourners.
….
Dean, still nude and now wearing his crown drove Baby into the parking lot of McDougal's and up to the line at the drive through, "Babe, put something over my lap so my hog doesn't freak out the window server."
Castiel placed one of his dress shoes over his wife's ample penis.
"I meant like a shirt or something."
"If the shoe fits, wear it." The young Alpha chuckled at his own rapier wit.
The Omega barked out a laugh, more because his husband had a goofy, overly pleased expression and less at the terrible joke. "Geez, you are so weird sometimes."
The car behind blared the horn, Dean moved up to the menu. The disembodied voice of an overly perky server came through the tinny speaker, "Welcome to McDougal's, what would you like?"
"Two of the bacon, mushroom, cheese double whammy burger meals with a chocolate malt and a large coffee and…" he looked to Castiel, "what do you want?"
Cas gave him an shocked expression, "I thought you just ordered for me."
"Yeah right, I'm starving."
"I'll have the McDougal Biggie burger meal with a large coffee."
Dean tacked it on plus a couple cherry and apple pie pockets so he'd have snacks for later.
When the Impala pulled up to the window the young woman was rendered speechless by the nude guy with a shoe on his lap and a crown on his head. Dean snapped his fingers, "Hey, wake up."
"O-oh, uh, sorry."
Dean passed the money through the window and when the food and drinks arrived another employee joined the girl working the drive through so he could discreetly take a photo.
Most of the food didn't make it inside the house; Dean had devoured everything but the pies. His belly felt stretched to the limit and that shower and nap was sounding better and better.
….
Hunger sated, bodies clean and now cradled in the comfort of their cozy bed, the teen found himself slipping easily into dreamland. Castiel felt the same way but his dick felt the opposite. Too tired for another round of acrobatic fucking, the Alpha simply entered the Omega and both fell that way.
…
Castiel slammed his hand on the alarm button a little rougher than usual. With regrets, he left the warmth of their marriage bed but duty called and work couldn't be avoided.
He already missed the morning routine with his daughter and couldn't wait to see Grace again. After a short run, a quick shower, coffee and some toast, Cas was out the door.
The weekend had been incredible adventure but it was the routine of their lives as a family unit that kept Castiel truly fulfilled.
…
Dean couldn't help but sing along to the radio as he started a load of laundry. Normally laundry was boring as fuck but today nothing could ruin his perfect mood.
Life wasn't just good, it was great. Less than two weeks of school left and that alone was enough to make him happy as hell but Dean was also looking forward to his summer job with Benny.
Benny received his contractor license and Lafitte Construction was born just this spring. He already had a historic home remodel lined up and the Cajun was more than happy to take Dean on as an apprentice in exchanged for an "at cost" basement remodel on their old farm house. Between newbie Dean and several skilled workers from the Mercado extended family along with a loan from his father-in-law Mateo, the shop teacher was set.
It was a real win for Dean; he got out of the house, learned a trade and had professional help redoing the sad, dank basement.
Castiel agreed to stay home during the summer break and play Mister Mom on the days he wasn't working part time at Bello's Bistro. They'd lined up Sam for childcare on the days he was working. Sam was already getting pocket money in exchange for watching Alex during Scotty's yoga classes and a little extra cash to help save up for a car was fine by Sam.
"Yup, everything is working out great…life is good."
Dean eyed the old brick wall Benny had examined a few weeks back. He'd informed Cas and Dean there was possibly an old root cellar behind it. He removed one of the bricks to see if there was space to feed a wireless inspection scope inside. Castiel asked if the root cellar could be made into a finished, usable space to extend the cramped basement.
Curiosity got the best of Dean so instead of heading upstairs he decided to pull the brick out and shine a flashlight inside. There wasn't much to see, just a large earth room just as before. The kid in him had hoped to spot a treasure chest or the glint of gold somewhere in the earthen walls but no such luck.
Dean placed the brick back in place and just as he was about to ascend the stairs, a dull sound almost like a knock came from the other side.
He had to ignore the sound for time being, it was time to pick up Grace.
TBC