I think this is going to get me my M rating... well, this and the phone sex in the first chapter, but this definitely... Enjoy!
Thursday night had arrived and Cas was doing his best to talk himself out of having sex with Dean. As he got ready for the night, he continued to tell himself over and over again that it would be better if they waited to have sex. Sex is a natural thing that should happen naturally… later in the relationship.
He decided to go a little more relaxed tonight. Dean's always seen him kind of dressed up, but tonight, he wanted to just be… relaxed. He decided to pull a Dean and wear a t-shirt with a button down over it, forgoing the actual buttoning of the shirt. He took a hard long look at himself in front of the full length mirror on the back of his door.
"Cas, listen, we can spend an evening in the same house as Dean and not have sex with him. I know we can do this. We've done it before. I have faith in you, okay? I believe in you. We have the rest of our lives to fuck."
Cas gave himself a stern nod before heading over to Dean's house. He was running early, so he decided to stop by and get a pie like he did last time. This time he got a lemon meringue pie. He wasn't sure which pie was Dean's favorite, but he knew he loved pie. He would just try them all out until he found the one Dean liked the most. Of course, once he was out of the shop and back on the road, he was running late. Hopefully the pie would make up for his tardiness. If not, then Cas would just give him a blow – NO! Cas would be doing no such thing!
When Cas pulled up into Dean's driveway and got out, he noticed Dean's neighbor out front. Cas waved, trying to be polite but the man gave him a go to hell look. Cas slowly lowered his hand and headed towards Dean's door. The neighborhood looked like a nice place, but he guessed even assholes could afford nice houses.
When Dean answered the door, Cas had to remind himself to keep his body in check. Dean didn't have on the over shirt like usual. He was just wear a black t-shirt that looked a little snug in the shoulder and chest area. Cas remembered that chest from the other night. It was a nice chest.
"Pie, Cas? You're killing me, man," he told him with a wink.
Cas smirked at him. "My plan is try to fatten you up so I can bake you in my own pie."
"Alright, Hannibal Lector."
Dean took the pie from Cas then pulled Cas against him for a kiss. Cas didn't fight it. He let Dean kiss him. His arms snaked around Dean and his body melted against him. Dean was a good kisser. His lips were so soft and plump. Cas could kiss Dean all day and not think twice about it. Dean smiled into the kiss before pulling away from him and saying, "I expect that kind of kiss again tomorrow."
"I'll remember that," he told him, smirking at him.
They were still very close and all Cas wanted to do was kiss him again. "If I didn't have burgers on the damn grill…" he said, leaving the ending open for Cas to make his own conclusion.
Cas just smiled. Dean pulled away from the blue eyed devil and set the pie on the counter. "Grab a beer and come outside."
"Okay," Cas told him as Dean headed outside. Cas kicked off his shoes by the door before placing the pie in the fridge and grabbing a beer. He looked at the kitchen and saw that there was a tray full of lettuce, sliced tomatoes, onions, pickles, a few different sliced cheeses, and little bowls of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. Cas got unbelievably happy at the sight, for some reason. He looked out back and saw Dean grilling. He liked the view for a couple of reasons. For one, Dean's back in a t-shirt should probably be rated R, and secondly, Cas saw something he'd been wanting for quite some time, something he didn't want to get his hopes up for.
Cas smiled and walked outside, walking up behind Dean and resting his chin on his shoulder. "It smells amazing."
"It's going to taste even better. They're almost done."
Cas pressed his smile against Dean's shoulder as he watched him flip the burgers on the grill. "Are you expecting more people?" Cas asked as he counted eight burgers cooking.
Dean closed the grill and turned around to face Cas. He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. "It's just the two of us. I just thought you'd maybe want to take some home, seeing as how you can't cook to save your life."
Cas tried to contain the face breaking smile Dean always seemed to cause. "I'd like that."
Dean smiled back at him and leaned forward, kissing him. Dean couldn't stop kissing him. He wanted to eventually be able to eat, but he wasn't sure he could keep his mouth off of Cas' long enough to do so. His lips were just so damn kissable. He forced himself to pull away.
"Why do you keep stopping?" Cas found himself asking. He was so emotionally torn that his filter must have been turned off. He wanted to keep kissing Dean until they were both panting and sweaty in his bed, but at the same time, he wanted to have a nice dinner and talk like they did the other night.
Dean didn't answer him… verbally. He started kissing Cas again, pressing him against the glass backdoor. Dean grabbed Cas hips and pulled them against him as Cas lost his hands in Dean's hair. The kissing was passionate, heated, needy. Dean really wished he wasn't cooking. He wanted to take Cas right here against this door. Dean slid his hands underneath Cas' shirt, digging his fingers into his hips as he ground himself against Cas, causing the raven haired man to moan.
"Oh my!"
Cas and Dean jumped, pulling out of the kiss. They both turned in the direction of the voice to see Mrs. Creaser pulling clothes off the clothes line. Cas blushed furiously.
"Good evening, Mrs. Creaser," Dean called out, waving to the older woman. She grabbed the clothes basket and went inside, leaving the rest of the clothes there on the line. Dean shrugged. "I better get the burgers."
Cas smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll, uh, go hide in the kitchen," he told Dean before quickly retreating into the house. Dean chuckled as Cas hurried inside. Dean took the burgers off the grill and joined him. Cas had plates and buns out for the both of them. They worked together fixing their burgers. Without realizing it, they both thought about how they worked pretty well as a team.
The closer they got to finishing their meal, the more nervous Cas got. Dean could tell something was up. His laugh seemed nervous and his answers to Dean's generic "How was your day?" questions were short. Dean waited until they were finished with dinner and dessert before asking him what was wrong. He fixed Cas and himself a drink and they sat down on the couch.
"So, are you okay?"
"What? Yeah. Why? Are you okay?" Cas asked in a rushed voice.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the man sitting in front of him, looking at him skeptically. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
Cas sighed. He sat his drink down and turned to face the TV, not looking at Dean. "I'm nervous about having sex with you. Well, not actually having the sex, but… I don't want to rush it but all I really want to do right now is get on top of you and ride you off into the sunset."
Dean was speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it back. He tried to say something else, but he just shut his mouth again. He had no idea what to say.
"Oh, God. You probably want to wait, don't you? And I just told you I wanted to fuck."
Dean words came back to him real quick. "Hell no, I don't want to wait! If you want to get on top of me and ride me off into the sunset, then I am here! Saddle up and let's go, and if you want to take a few more trips, then I'm okay with that too."
"I just… I don't want to rush it."
"What makes you think you're rushing it?"
"Because we haven't even known one another a week yet?"
Dean was confused. "The first time we spoke, we masturbated."
Cas frowned, shaking his head. "I didn't masturbate with you. I did later, but not with you."
Dean was even more confused. "But… you're a…"
Cas didn't know if he should be offended or not. "I don't masturbate to every guy that calls. Is that what you think?"
"Well, not every guy…"
"Not any guy."
"Really?"
"Dean, I sit there and played video games. Thanks to this job, I have a level 60 rogue in Skyrim wearing full Daedric armor."
"You played a video game?!" Dean asked, unsure if he should be offended that Cas didn't masturbate with him that night. His ego was leaning more towards being offended.
Cas could tell Dean was offended. "Dean, you're the first person I've ever hit pause for."
Dean wasn't offended any longer. "Really?"
Cas smiled at him, turning towards him. "Really."
Dean sighed. He didn't realize how much Cas' night job bothered him until Cas admitted to not actively participating with his clients. Dean grabbed Cas and pulled him over. Cas straddled his lap. Dean liked Cas sitting on him like this.
"Look, Cas, I'm going to be really blunt right now, okay?" Cas nodded. "I really like you. I like it when you're here. I really like it when you're sitting on top of me like this," he tells him with a wink and a playful smack to the ass, causing Cas to blush. "There's just something about you that makes me want to do things the right way. As much as my dick is going to hate me later, I'm willing to wait if you wan – "
Cas didn't let him finish before crashing his lips against his. Dean's short burst of honesty made him realize he didn't want to keep Dean waiting. If Dean was willing to wait, that was good enough for him.
Cas stripped off the plaid over shirt he had on without breaking away from the kiss. He grabbed the bottom of Dean's shirt and pulled away. "Get this off," he said in a low voice.
Dean complied quickly, grabbing the bottom of Cas' shirt after his had been tossed to the side. He quickly pulled it over Cas' head before Cas went back to kissing him. Cas was happily surprised when Dean managed to stand up in the middle of the kiss, holding Cas against him as he walked them into his bedroom. Cas knew Dean was built, but he didn't realize he was strong enough to carry him like that. That shit was hot.
Once they were in his room, Dean sat Cas down on his feet. He wanted Cas out of all of his clothes and he wanted him out of his clothes right now. Dean pulled his lips away from Cas' and moved them to his neck as his hands started working on Cas' button fly jeans. He got the first three buttons unfastened and knew that was enough to get them off of him. Dean moved his kisses down Cas' neck, biting at his collar bone, before kissing his way down his chest and stomach.
Dean kneeled before Cas, pressing his face against his bulging boxer briefs as he pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, helping him step out of them and pulling off his socks with them. Dean never enjoyed giving head, but he enjoyed pleasing people sexually, and he really wanted to please Cas.
Dean bit at Cas' hipbone as he roughly yanked his underwear down. As soon as Cas' hardening cock was in his face, he took it into his mouth as far as he could go, sucking slowly as he pulled back. Cas groaned, moving his hands into Dean's hair, fighting himself to not fuck Dean's mouth.
Dean could tell what Cas wanted to do and looked up at him with his big green eyes and smirked. "Do you want to fuck my mouth, Cas?" Cas couldn't speak. The sight in front of him was too much. He just nodded his head. Dean's smirk became cocky. "You should know I don't have a gag reflex."
Cas bent down and kissed Dean for a second. He pulled away and smiled at the kneeling man. "Good," he told him.
Dean could've melted into a puddle of goo. Dean's always been a top, but that didn't mean he didn't like a domineering, deep voice on the man he was about to fuck. Cas ran his thumb over Dean's bottom lip, pulling down so Dean would open his mouth wide. Cas slid his dick into his mouth and tested the waters, making sure Dean could really take all of him. It's not that Cas was well endowed, but he was above average.
Once Cas realized Dean was okay, he moved a little faster and went a little deeper. Dean took him in as far as Cas pushed himself. Dean reached around and gripped Cas' ass, brushing his fingers against where he wanted to be most of all. Cas sucked in his breath sharply. The combination of feelings Dean's fingers brush against him and being in Dean's mouth was getting to be a little too much for him.
Cas pulled out of Dean's mouth. "I'm close," he panted.
"I'm a big boy. I can swallow," Dean told him with a wink.
Cas shook his head as he smiled down at him. "I'd much rather come with you buried in my ass."
Dean jerked Cas' underwear down his legs and helped him out of them. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye. He pushed Cas back onto the bed, where Cas scooted further back and laid in the middle. Dean kneeled on the side of the bed and pushed Cas' legs apart, marveling at the sight of the man spread before him. "Me, too," he finally told Cas.
Cas saw Dean moving to take off his pants, but Cas stopped him. He looked up at him as he brushed his hands away and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing both his jeans and boxers down his legs and helping him step out of them. He sat down on the side of the bed and stroked Dean's cock as he looked up at him. He kept his eye contact as he took Dean into his mouth all the way until his nose touched Dean's stomach. When he pulled Dean out of his mouth he smirked up at him. "I don't have gag reflex either."
Dean smirked down at him, breathing a little heavier. "Well, it looks like we're going to both be very happy."
Cas ran his tongue over the head of his dick. Dean reached over as Cas started giving him head. He grabbed the drawer to his nightstand and pulled it open, pulling out the lube and condoms. As much as he liked Cas' mouth, he knew he'd like his ass better.
Dean framed Cas' face and pushed him back. "Lay back," he commanded softly.
Cas did as asked without any hesitation. Dean grabbed a condom and ripped it open with his teeth before rolling it on. He grabbed the lube and poured some in his hand. He stroked himself as he watched Cas stroke himself. Once he was good and slick, he poured a little more in hand and got on the bed. He crawled up Cas' body, kissing his way as he went. He ran his hand over his hole, slipping a finger inside as his mouth found purchase on Cas'. Dean finger fucked Cas' ass until neither for them could wait any longer.
Dean sat back on his legs, grabbing the backs of Cas' thighs and pushing his legs up and apart. He positioned himself right at Cas' entrance. He locked eyes with him as he pushed into him. Both of them closed their eyes once Dean was in completely. It felt so good to the both of them that they couldn't look at one another. Once Dean started moving, he leaned forward and started kissing Cas again, gripping his dick in his lubed up hand and jerking him off in the same rhythm he fucked his ass.
Cas' fingers dug into Dean's back and gripped his ass. Dean broke the kiss and rested his face against Cas' neck, nipping and sucking at whatever skin he could reach every so often as he continued to move inside of him. Cas moaned Dean's name against his ear. He was so close, but he didn't want this to be over just yet regardless of what his body wanted to do. This was their first time and it seemed to be going by so quickly.
"Are you ready to come, Cas?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
"Good," he said before placing one last kiss to Cas' neck before getting off of him.
Dean sped up his pace, both fucking Cas and jerking him off. Dean felt Cas tense up and pointed Cas' dick at Dean's chest. When Cas came, it went all over Dean. Dean picked up his pace a little more. He was ready to join Cas in his orgasmic haze. A moment later, Dean pushed himself as far into Cas as he could go and came, growling as he did so. Cas was pretty positive that was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever heard in his life. Regardless if he and Dean worked out, he'd be masturbating to the memory of that noise for the rest of his life.
Dean collapsed onto Cas, who held him and rubbed his back. The rut was finally over. Hallelujah.
Hallelujah! Hope you enjoyed the titillating tale. Leave a review if you like! Thanks for reading!
