A/N: Okay. Please don't kill me. I know it's been forever since I updated. I have no real excuse, except to say, that I was lazy. Uninspired, lazy and depressed. But, here it is. Another chapter. I hope you guys like it better than I do. But I'm in a pissy mood anyway. Birthdays will do that to you. At least they do when you're my age. Now, on with it.

Chapter 10

Dean followed Cas to a town home complex about 10 minutes away from the diner. Only 10 minutes, but God it felt like much longer. Dean's mind was in a blur. He couldn't get the picture of Castiel with his head thrown back, mouth open, cheeks flushed with passion, out of his head. His cock had woken up in the diner when Cas had propositioned him. So fucked, he thought. His jeans were uncomfortably tight, and his breathing was speeding up, as well as his heart, the further they went. When they arrived at the town home, Dean parked Baby next to the Camaro and got out. Cas was waiting for him on the sidewalk. Dean walked over to him, standing as close as he could without touching the man. "Are yo sure Gabe's not here?" Cas leaned in a bit, his breath tickling the other man's face. "I'm sure. I heard him leave while I was in my room getting dressed earlier. Although, I got the impression that he wasn't alone this morning when I got back." Cas brushed his lips softly over Dean's. The green eyed man's breath hitched, wanting so badly to taste the man in front of him, but Cas just turned quickly and made his way toward the front door. Dean ad to take a moment to catch is breath. "Fuck... so hot," he whispered under his breath, watching Cas' ass as he walked away. He caught up to him in a second, just as Cas was unlocking the door. The two men stepped inside and Cas turned to relock the door. When he turned back around, Dean was standing very closed, eyes latched onto Cas' blues.

One breath, then Cas attacked Dean's mouth with his own, all teeth, tongues, biting and sucking. Dean responded eagerly, finally getting to taste Cas again. Their bodies were pressed together in a sinful way, hardened cocks pushing against each other. Cas grabbed onto Dean's ass, causing the friction that both men needed, pulling pornographic moans from both of them. Dean pulled away enough to stare at Cas with pleading lust filled eyes. "Want you now, Cas," he pleaded. He felt a fullness in his chest as Cas smiled softly and grabbed his hand. Cas led him to his room, stealing glances at Dean as they made the short walk down the hall. The walked into the room swiftly, Cas turning to lock the door. "Just in case Gabe and his guest come back unexpectedly." Dean's eyes never left Cas' body. His lithe muscles moving under his clothes. Cas closed the gap between them placing his hand on Dean's hip, and holding on tightly. Dean reached out to place his hand around the back of Cas' neck gently. Staring at each other, not wanting to move just yet, their breathing becoming faster, just feeling each others heat. Neither one of them knew who moved first, but their lips met in a passionate kiss, chests and groins pressed together. Dean pulled Cas further into the room, towards the bed. Cas moved his mouth from Dean's, down his neck where he sucked and bit and licked. "Cas... God, you mouth..." He could feel the blue eyed man smile as he continued his assault. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on the bed, with Castiel lying on top of him.

"I seem to remember you thoroughly enjoying my cock inside of you last night, Dean." He kept nipping at Dean's neck as he spoke, but then suddenly stopped, his breath in Dean's ear. "Is that what you want, Dean? My cock inside of you?" It was barely a whisper, but the sound of Cas' deep voice went straight to his dick, making him even harder. His breath hitches and he couldn't find his voice. He nodded quickly. Cas began slowly removing Dean's clothing, piece by painstaking piece. When he removed Dean's boxers, the cool air on his hardened, leaking cock was shocking. But what was more shocking was the feeling of Cas' breath on his thigh. "Cas..." Dean moaned. The blue eyed man's mouth was so close to where Dean wanted it, but Cas didn't seem to move. Dean slowly raised up onto his elbows to look down at him. Cas gazed up at Dean through heavily lidded eyes, dark with need. Cas leaned over and took a lick of Dean's throbbing cock. He barely touched it, but God, the feeling was incredible. Dean tried hard to keep watching as Cas licked him again, but that man's mouth was magic. It turned Dean into a mewling mess. Dean was having trouble thinking straight with CAs' tongue on him, but then all of a sudden, Cas stopped. Dean opened his eyes, not realizing that he had closed them. There was that damn smirk again. "You taste delicious, Dean. But I need to feel you." Cas moved up so that he was hovering over Dean, his lips so close to Dean's that they breathed the same air. "Let me fuck you," he whispered. Dean's breathing picked up. He couldn't speak, so he simply nodded.

Cas captured his lips again, pressing down on top of the green eyed man, needing to feel every inch of him. He could feel Dean's excitement and arousal on his cloth covered thigh. he sat up next to Dean and unbuttoned his shirt. Dean watched every button, every move revealing more of Cas' milky skin. Soon, Cas was down to his boxers and Dean could tell he was just as hard as he was, his erection and a small wet spot evident through the thin cotton.

Cas got off the bed to remove the necessary supplies out of his suitcase. Dean watched him as he moved away from the bed, memorizing every muscle movement, every line, every breath that Cas took. He wanted to know everything about Castiel Novak. God help him, but Dean was infatuated... no, enthralled by the blue eyed angel. He couldn't or more accurately, wouldn't let himself fall too hard for this man. Really, they'd only just met. Sure, they'd both agreed to try to make something out of heir short time together, but Dean had never been any good a monogamy. He got bored too easily. But, how could he ever get bored of Castiel Novak? Never in a million years.

Cas was back on the bed, sliding his boxers off as he sat down next to Dean. He ran his hand down Dean's leg lightly, just barely touching the green eyed man. The feather light touch brought goose bumps to Dean's oversensitive skin. "You're so beautiful, Dean," he said as he rolled over on top of Dean, catching his lips in a slow, deep kiss. The frantic feeling from just a few minutes earlier had cooled, but in it's place was something new, something different than Dean had ever felt, had ever experienced. He felt a heat develop in his chest, blooming throughout his body, making him feel as if he was on fire with need and want. But it wasn't a physical need. Yes, he needed Cas, but it was also a need for the connection that he felt when he was with Cas like this. It was as if they were made for each other and their bodies reacted to each other when they were together. Dean had never felt this before, and although it scared the hell out of him, it also made him more content, more happy than he'd felt for a long while.

Dean had been lost in his own thoughts until Cas pulled away from him, looking deeply into his eyes, "Dean, are you with me? Is there something wrong?" He could see the concern in Cas' eyes, and that scared him, too. No one ever cared enough about him during sex to make sure he was alright. "No, Cas," he raked his blunted nails down Cas' back. "I'm just fine. Now, I do believe," he smirked, "You were planning on fucking me, Mr. Novak." Cas smirked right back at him and started kissing his neck. Dean got lost in the feeling of Cas' mouth on his body. It made his already hardened cock ache even more when Cas flicked his nipple with is tongue. Dean had let go of Cas and was fisting the bed as Cas made his way down Dean's stomach. His cock twitched as he felt the blue eyed man's breath across his arousal. Cas was kneeling between Dean's legs, licking his lips, as if he were about to devour the man below him. Dean bent his knees, opening his legs to allow Cas more access. Cas flicked his tongue along the head of Dean's cock, tasting the precome that was leaking from it. Dean's breath caught. "Please, Cas. Please...,' he almost begged. Cas ran his tongue head to base down Dean's cock, stopping at his balls. He took one of them into his mouth and sucked on it gently. "Oh God, Cas..." Dean moaned. Cas let go of him then, and proceeded to lick down his perineum to his hole. Dean gasped, never having anyone ever done that to him. His breathing became rapid, as he felt Cas' tongue slowly make it's way inside of him. He bucked his hips, needing some kind of friction for his neglected cock. He reached down to give himself a tug, but Cas stopped his hand. "Your gonna come on my cock, Dean. My tongue and my cock." Well, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever heard. He moaned (or possibly whimpered?) as Cas started opening him up with is tongue. "You tastes so good, Dean. Can't wait to feel you." He heard a small snap and then felt a finger massaging his entrance. He took in a deep breath, looking down his body trying to see everything that Cas was doing.

At that moment, Cas did two things. He looked up directly into Dean's eyes, and pushed inside of Dean, all the way to his knuckle. Dean let out a hiss at the burn he felt, but stayed locked onto Cas' eyes. He relaxed and started moving with him. The blue eyed man added another finger, moving them in and out slowly, never losing eye contact with Dean. He crooked his fingers, and Dean felt his world explode. "Fuck! Cas! Umph!" In and out, crooking his fingers, he opened Dean up, tearing him apart, piece by piece. "Dean, God... want to fuck you.. NOW." His voice was deep and commanding. "Gotta feel you. Are you ready?" Dean had no voice. God, Cas had an uncanny ability to make him speechless. He nodded, and Cas withdrew his fingers, much to Dean's disdain. He may or may not have whined a bit about the loss. He watched as Cas rolled on the condom and slicked himself up with lube and hovered over top of Dean. He could feel Cas' hardened cock at his entrance and it made him ache even more. Their eyes met yet again as CAs pushed himself inside. "Fuck.. Dean. So hot. So tight..." He had to stop, catch his breath and relax. Cas had his eyeys scruched up tight now, taking slow deep breathes, but Dean needed more. "Please. Cas. Move." Cas gave a shuddered breath, opened his eyes and slowly rolled his hips.

The feel of Cas inside of him was overwhelming, and Dean had to close his eyes and try to remember how to breathe. Cas' mouth was next to Dean's ear and he felt each breath the dark haired man took. Each thurst of his hips drew a delicious sound from Dean's mought, and every sound brought a hot breath in Dean's ear.

Cas started out slow, making sure Dean was okay. But with each noise that fell from his mouth, Cas sped up. As Cas sped up, Dean's moans got louder, more desperate. "Fuck Cas!" he cried, nails digging into Cas' shoulders. "Open your eyes, Dean. Please," Cas panted out as his hips slammed ito Dean. "Need to see your eyes. Wanna see you come." Dean could barely breathe, barely think. He opened his eyes to see Cas staring right at him. He felt that familar het building in his lower abdomen. He was close. Watching Cas fuck him was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. Those blue eyes, so intense, as he slammed into him. "Dammit, Dean. Can't hold on. You're so fucking beautiful."

Both men were desperate now, barely holding onto control. Dean was first to break. "OH GOD! FUCK! CAS!" His orgasm exploded through him causing a shudder that raced through his body. White ribbons of come shot out of his cock onto his stomach. Cas kept thrusting, one, two three, four more times, then cried, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! DEEAAANNNN!" His orgasm hitting him hard and fast, more intense than he'd ever had before. The blue eyed man slowed his hips and pulled out of Dean, while the green eyed man lay there panting, relishing the feeling of fullness that Cas gave him. When he pulled out, Dean made a small sound of protest and Cas chuckled breathlessly. He rolled off of Dean, wrapping his arms around him. They both tried to catch their breath.

"That was..." Dean could finally speak, but not yet in full sentences, wave of euphoria washing over him. "Yeah... it was." Cas had that smirk on his face again. But Dean was flying so high from his release, he just smiled sleepily and snuggled closer into Cas' embrace. "Sleep. Need sleep, Cas." The blue eyed man only hummed his response. Not even thinking about the mess that they had just made, they were asleep in moments, arms and legs in a tangle. Could this amazing feeling they both had last?