Disclaimer: Supernatural © Eric Kripke, The Holiday © Nancy Meyers
Author'sNote: First off I wanted to thank everyone for the reviews and such! I appreciate it! :-) There was just an implied sex scene in the movie, so thought I'd let the viewers in on their little sexy time action! Kept this chapter shorter on purpose since I didn't want to ruin it by making it too lengthy with other random scenes etc. Enjoy!
Dean's eyes were closed tight, and Cas just stayed put, almost as if he was afraid to move. His breath hitched when he looked down and noticed the position they were in. He'd dropped the blanket and pillow on the floor, so there was nothing between him and the man currently on top. Which, of course, to anyone else would have looked as though they were in the middle of...other activities.
Castiel's eyes widened and he couldn't help the blush that quickly spread across his cheeks. He also couldn't stop himself from getting the slight erection from the position, and he prayed to God that Dean didn't notice.
But, as luck would have it, Dean's whole body tensed as he felt something brush up against his crotch. He'd been too nervous to open his eyes because he could tell they'd landed in a suggestive position, but once he felt the other man's semi-hard dick push up against him, his eyes snapped open and he slowly looked up to see that Cas was looking away embarrassed
He could feel his own cheeks heat up in an intense blush. He tried to will himself to move, but his body stayed glued in that position, terrified of what might happen next. Some random drunk guy showed up, they drank some more, then the same guy started to get a hard-on when pressed up against each other...who knew what would happen next! Dean could feel Castiel's heartbeat against his chest, it was beating so fast he thought the poor guy might faint if he wasn't careful.
It was a good minute before one of them finally spoke up, "Dean?" Castiel said his name in the same gravelly tone from when Dean opened the door.
Dean felt his stomach do another flip flop and he couldn't help the arousal that spread down to his own dick. He finally looked into Cas's eye's and saw how dark they'd had become. 'Oh god what am I doing?' He thought to himself. He knew he should get up off the couch and run upstairs.
But he didn't.
Instead he continued to stare down into those gorgeous eyes. "Castiel." He spoke the other man's name, letting each letter roll off his tongue. "I should get up." He stated, but made no move to do so.
"Yeah, probably." Cas's eyes darted down to Dean's lips multiple times.
"We're both drunk.." Dean pointed out as he chanced a look down at Castiel's lips as well. Their heads slowly drawing closer.
"We'll probably just forget it in the morning." Cas also pointed out and very slightly rolled his hips up and brushed their erections together, causing Dean's body to shiver as he moaned. He was certain at that point there was no hiding his arousal from the tent in his sweatpants.
"Cas, we shouldn't." Dean choked out. 'Holy fuck!' He thought as he tried to steady himself against the cushions. 'I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't be doing this!' But an even smaller voice from the back of his mind chimed in, 'But you know it feels good.' He tried to ignore it.
"You're leaving tomorrow anyway." Cas leaned up and whispered in his ear, breaking him of his thoughts. Cas's tongue darted out to lick his earlobe, receiving another moan from as he did so.
And that's all the push that Dean needed, as his lips went crashing down onto Castiel's. He sucked and nipped at his lower lip, relishing in the slight gasps that came from Cas. He didn't wait for permission as he forced his tongue into the other's mouth. They explored each other's mouths, tongues twisting together in a battle dominance. The kiss became more and more heated, and they were soon grinding their hips against each other trying to get the release they desired. Dean could taste the alcohol as he sucked on Cas's tongue, receiving a pleased moan in return.
The need for air got the better of them, and Dean broke the kiss, his brain feeling more fuzzy than it already was. He looked down with a bit of pride as he got a better look at the swollen pink lips of the man he was on top of. All thoughts of it being wrong were forgotten as he moved to get off the couch, grabbing Cas's tie as he did so, and yanking him up as he stood.
Cas licked his lips in anticipation and continued to stare at Dean with the same lust filled eyes. He couldn't help but reach forward and hold firmly onto Dean's hips to keep himself from tripping again.
Dean dropped the tie and his hands soon found their way into the unruly hair as he brought their lips together again. He was surprised at how soft his hair was, as well as surprised that there were no signs of any hair product in it—it was just naturally like that. A low growl emitted from his throat as he found himself thinking of other ways to get Cas's hair even more messed up.
They hurried up the stairs, being careful not to trip on the way, and made it to the bedroom. Dean made sure to be the one on top again as he pushed Cas onto the bed and began rolling their hips together. Dean muffled another one of Cas's moans with his mouth as his fingers tugged at his hair.
Cas pulled their bodies closer and began feeling up and down Dean's back, tugging lightly at his shirt. His fingers roamed back up to his neck and stopped when they brushed against familiar fabric. He pulled his head back to look at Dean.
"Is this my scarf?" He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
Dean blushed, "Um...maybe?"
He didn't have time to say anything else as Cas took the opportunity to flip their positions and snatch the scarf from his neck. Even in his drunken stupor, Cas was able to pin Dean's hands above his head and use said scarf to tie him to the bed post in record time.
"Woah, what're you doing!" Dean panicked, trying to wriggle his wrists free. He didn't like not being in control.
Instead of answering him, though, Cas pulled the collar of Dean's shirt down and started sucking and biting at the pulse point on his neck. He used his free hand to push up the bottom of his shirt and lightly ran his fingers over his skin, he smiled when he felt goosebumps. Cas pushed Dean's shirt up enough so he had access to the rest of his torso. He leaned down and used his tongue to leave a trail down to Dean's nipples, pleased to hear his breathing begin to become more heavy. He swirled his tongue around one nipple while squeezing and pinching the other with his fingers. Every time his teeth would scrape against the small nub, Dean would moan even louder. Cas quickly kissed his way over to the second nipple, being sure to take his time and tease the man currently tied up.
Dean's body writhed underneath Cas and he bucked his hips to try and get the friction he desired.
Cas hummed in disapproval and held his hips down. Blue eyes darted up to meet Dean's green ones, silently warning him not to do it again. He held eye contact as he kissed and sucked his way down Dean's abdomen, eyes now completely dilated. It was enough to leave Dean feeling hazy once more.
"Cas..please." He begged for his release. He looked back down to see Cas hook his fingers around the waistband of his sweats and very slowly inch them down. His heartbeat picked up more and he refrained from moving his hips, instead closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath. His pants were shoved down the rest of the way and kicked off the end of the bed, but his boxers still remained, with a large tent due to his rock hard dick. Dean bit back a moan as Cas began sucking on him through the fabric.
"Don't do that, I want to listen to you." Cas growled. Dean blushed but nodded in submission, eager to let him continue.
Cas's hot breath seeped back into the fabric, causing Dean's dick to twitch. The head poked through the slit in his boxers and Cas was quick to start licking and sucking it.
Dean gasped, and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh fuck! Cas..please.." He managed to get out between heavy breaths.
"Please what?" The other man asked, a hint of amusement behind his words. His tongue flicked the tip of his cock.
"Ah!...Don't.." Dean trailed off in a fit of moans.
"Don't what?" Cas smirked as he slowly sucked the head, teeth grazing against it lightly.
"Fuck! Don't tease me!" Dean yelled out in annoyance, but was once again silenced by Cas's experienced mouth. A series of high pitched noises where the only things that escaped Dean's lips and he arched his back up.
"Anything, you wish." Cas responded, freeing Dean of the final piece of restricting clothing. He took a moment to stare down at the naked form below him (other than the bunched up shirt around his neck). Dean averted his eyes, embarrassed to be so open and vulnerable. "God your beautiful." Cas breathed out, feeling his own erection push uncomfortably against his slacks.
He leaned back down and started to slowly suck along the length of Dean's cock. He used one hand to steady himself against the bed, while the other worked on unfastening his own pants. Dean was about to complain about being teased again, when he felt Cas take the complete length of him in his hot mouth. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the head of his cock. Loud slurping and sucking noises filled the room.
"Holy fuck!" Dean gasped and couldn't control his hips from thrusting forward. Cas either didn't notice, or didn't mind since he did nothing to stop Dean from slowly moving them up and down, essentially fucking Cas's mouth. He looked down to find Castiel's eyes closed, hand down his own pants, and jerking himself off. A loud guttural noise escaped Dean's lips as he watched the man suck him off while simultaneously masturbate. Cas moaned with Dean's dick still down his throat, causing Dean to lose control of his thoughts completely. He didn't know how much longer he would last.
Cas's features contorted and Dean watched in pleasure as he climaxed, letting Dean's cock pop out of his mouth as he did so. At that point neither knew who was moaning, all sounds mixed together to form a beautiful symphony.
"Can I..?" Dean nodded down to Cas's fingers covered in his own load and smirked when he blushed.
He moved up so he was more level with Dean and then stuck out his fingers, watching the other man closely. He was almost immediatetly hard again when Dean's expert tongue wrapped itself around each digit. He licked off every drop of Cas's cum, sucking each finger individually while maintaining eye contact with him.
Dean winked when he was finished, leaving a small strand of spit. He'd never tasted cum before, and was surprised at how salty the taste was, but even more surprised that he didn't find it gross. In fact it only made his cock even more hard, if it were possible, and he groaned since he could touch himself.
"Damnit, Cas!" Dean moaned and tried to rub himself against the man on top of him.
Cas immediately knew what Dean wanted and in a swift motion had shoved his own slacks and boxers off. He moved to take off his tie when Dean interrupted, "No, keep it on."
Cas smirked and shook his head slightly, then unbuttoned his shirt. "Keep the shirt on too." Dean gave him a cheeky grin. Cas chuckled but did as he was told.
He kept Dean busy by pressing their erections against each other. Both of them almost going crazy by the skin on skin contact. Their movements were synchronized as Cas reached to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers. He started pulling out random items, including a bible, but Dean had a feeling he knew what he was looking for, and let Cas continue. A grunt of satisfaction let Dean know he'd finally found it.
Cas stopped his movements altogether and received a slight wimper from the man below him. He opened the bottle of lube, silently thanking Anna for even having it in the first place, and squeezed a generous amount into his hand.
He met Dean's eyes and continued when the other man nodded, slowly massaging around his entrance. He inserted one finger, Dean's eyes shut tight and he hissed in pain. Cas didn't do much other than twirl his finger slightly, massaging the muscles inside of Dean. He inserted a second finger when he thought it'd been long enough and slowly scissored Dean's opening to stretch him open.
Dean started thrusting down onto Cas, wanting to feel more of him inside. He yelled out in pleasure when a third finger was added, pumping into him with a steady rhythm. His mind clouded and he was lost in pure bliss as he was finger fucked. Then all too suddenly it stopped, and his eyes fluttered open just in time to see Cas put more lube in his hand and get himself ready. Once his dick was nice and wet, he adjusted his position so he was just outside of Dean's entrance.
He moved forward just enough to get the head of his penis inside of him, and waited until Dean's body adjusted. He listened to moans of pleasure and pain, and started to inch forward once his muscles relaxed. When Cas was completely inside of him, he stopped altogether and held onto Dean's hips to stop him from moving. They waited briefly until the man tied up spoke.
"Fucking move already." His voice was low.
Cas smirked and then started to move in and out in an antagonizing slow manner, eliciting groans of annoyance. "Jesus, Dean, you're so tight."
Suddenly Cas thrust deep and hard into him, causing his vision to go white briefly. He continued to change pace, every now and then thrusting in hard and deep, while other times he'd tease them both by pulling out almost completely and rolling his hips so just the head of his dick penetrated him. Precum began to form at the tip of Dean's cock and he wanted so badly to be able to touch himself. The soft feel of the scarf holding his wrists up, mixed with the feeling of not being in control was almost enough to send Dean over the edge.
He wouldn't admit it, but it was so goddamn hot to let someone else take control for a change.
Cas moved low enough so he could grab ahold of Dean's legs, lifting them up as his thrusts became steady and deep. Dean's toes curled when he felt something warm gather below his stomach, he could feel his orgasm about to start and his breathing became more erratic .
"Oh god, Cas!" He screamed when Cas thrust against his prostate. He'd never felt that good before, and he was lost in it as a wave of pleasure spread throughout his body. He came all over his stomach and chest, vision going blurry as he tried to focus.
Cas continued to thrust hard in the same spot, rolling his hips just enough to cause Dean to turn into a writhing mess below him. His own need for release had him moaning out incoherant words. His speed quickened, and he began pulling completely out and slamming back in with more force each time. "Fuck...Dean!" Cas called out as his muscles convulsed, letting his load fill him.
Dean could feel every twitch of Cas's cock inside of him as he came, and it was enough to send him over the edge a second time. He screamed out the other man's name as more cum shot out of his dick. He was drunk on the feeling, never before cumming twice during sex, and oh God did he love it.
Castiel untied Dean's wrists and collapsed next to him, as his breathing steadied. He looked over at the mess on Dean's stomach and couldn't stop the prideful smile to grace his lips. He raised an eyebrow when their eyes met and enjoyed the deep blush the coloured Dean's cheeks.
"I should probably go clean this up." Dean gestured down to the sticky mess. He swung his legs over the bed and quickly shuffled into the adjoining bathroom.
Cas listened to the sound of running water as he put his boxers back on, finally taking his tie and shirt off. He went over to the dresser shoved into the corner of the room and bent down to retrieve some decent clothing for them both to wear. He'd noticed Dean's lack of warm sleepwear and figured he should let him borrow something more decent.
Dean exited the bathroom a couple minutes later, still naked, and was surprised to find Castiel digging through his sister's dresser drawers.
"Dude, you wear your sister's clothes to bed?" He raised an eyebrow and got redressed.
"Anna let's me keep some sleepwear here, just in case I need to crash here for the night. As I mentioned earlier, it's become more frequent these days." Cas answered and tossed over a fleece shirt. "Here, wear this. It'll keep you warmer than that scarf. Don't worry about the size, I always buy them a few sizes larger than what they need to be." He smiled.
Dean caught it and put it on over top of what he was already wearing. He figured layering up wouldn't hurt considering how ridiculously freezing it got in that house. "Thanks."
It got to the part in the conversation where neither were quite sure what to say. "Do you want me to go back down to the couch?" Cas finally asked, shifting on his feet nervously.
"No, it's fine if you stay up here." Dean blurted out, luckily he was still too much in his hazy state to notice. And, thankfully, so was Cas.
...
After turning off all the lights in the house, Dean made his way back up to the bedroom to find Cas already bundled up under the covers, fast asleep. It was surreal to see after he'd taken such charge during sex, but it caused Dean to smile at the sight. He enjoyed how innocent the smaller man looked.
He made sure not to wake Cas as he slipped into bed next to his small figure, adjusting the blankets around them.
Dean's body acted on its own will, as though in autopilot, as he pulled Cas close, spooning him. He nuzzled his nose into the back of his neck and breathed in the scent of his hair. He smiled against Cas's skin and feathered it with light kisses. It was the most he'd done post coital in his entire life, even though his brain didn't register even doing it at the time.
A small voice at the back of his mind was telling him he'd regret what had just happened come morning, but before he could pay it notice, his mind slowly shut off and he drifted into a deep sleep.
And for that brief moment he allowed himself peace.