Thank you so much-huch-uch for the reviews, you guys! And I am so sorry for the slow update. Internet has been down (No tumblr, no . I know, tell me about it...) but now I'm back while it's up running!
I'd like to announce that it'll be at least 4 chapters in this story and the, uhm ..."necessity for M-rating"... will show pretty soon in upcoming chapters.
Sorry if it's short, my insperation is a damn blank paper at times.
Enjoy!
Dean felt something warm and soft against his chest.
He shifted closer to seek some warmth, not sure wether or not he was fully awake. The long-desired heat after a cold-ass night felt nice, and he couldn't resist not to shift a little more until he was stated, skin to skin.
It had been a long time since Dean had gotten any action, and the feeling of being flush against another body didn't really help him resist the oppertunity his mind had noticed.
It felt good. So damn good.
But after a while it didn't feel quite good enough and he hesitantly burried his forehead against what felt like hair. (The thought of it being oddly short for a girl faded out as his temprature seemed to rise to something above the freakin' Northpole), and he found himself practically cuddeling against in a cat-like movement.
'Good'? Screw that. This felt freakin' amazing.
His right hand searched lazely for some blanket to cover him up but find it's way to a waist instead. He slowly followed the slim shape of a body and stroke it from the shoulderblades and down it's spine before landing on a somewhat muscular stomage.
He didn't mind though, and didn't really pay attention to the less-so-groggy part of his mind that probably would. So instead went on commando and let the fingers trail ghostly over it until he could feel the someone in front of him press willingly against his bare chest.
He felt a familiar feeling creeping up when as a needy whimper escaped the figure and the preassure focused on just the right parts, making him unconsiously shift his hips.
The movements continued as Dean increaced his grip on the stomage and pushed the body closer to burry his chin against the crook of the neck.
Cas let out a heavy breath and slowly woke up to a pleasurable warmth behind him, he whined a little and stretched his neck for the someone to have more space to nip at.
They were small, playful nips that danced down his neck. He smiled and nuzzled against the pillow with a satisfied sigh, the nipping soon turned into small kisses where shoulder met neck. Short after he squirmed against the feeling of rough kissed and suddenly winced when teeth bite him painfully hard.
The hell?
It took a second to registrer what was going on and his eyes shot wide open as the realization slowly sunk in. Suddenly, it felt as if he was freezing although the line of sweat against his back.
He could feel a warm hand with a firm grip on his cold stomage and another on his hip as Dean rocked his hips against them. He freezed and swallowed a breath feeling Deans length pressed against the curve of his back.
"Dean."
And just like that, Dean woke up like a deer in headlights at the sound of his name. Cas could feel him stiffen against his back. "Dean?"
And so it all hit Dean at once. He opened his eyes and quickly closed them shut again.
No. Dean thought.
He suddenly noticed the sticky stubble itching against his sheek.
No way.
His hand slowly moved it's way up to grab the gorgeous pair of ... no boobs. He swallowed the dryness in his throat and started to move it down a sweaty six-packed stomage.
No fucking way.
And lower it went...
No, no, no...
Looower...
No, no, no, no, God no...
He felt the waistband of underwear and with one step more he could swear to God that his blood freezed to ice.
"Ch...Uhm...Cas." He managed to say. Dean closed his eyes and prayed to God that when he opened them he wouldn't be lying half naked in bed with Cas ass pressed against his dick, and he wouldn't have to explain himself for humping him in his fucking sleep.
"What are you doing?"
Silence.
"Uhm..."
It took the blink of an eye before Dean threw himself of the guy and almost stumbled out of the bed with his heart practically jumping out of his chest.
"I uhm..." He looked around at nothing in particular in the dark room.
He was about to say something when his eyes locked with Cas, and so his words with his mind.
More silence.
"I'm ... Sss-..orry?" He finally said, scratching his head and searching for approval somewhere in Cas' confused eyes.
Cas stared down at the matress with a blank expression on his face, blinked a few times and look up to meet Deans embaressed ones again.
"Forgiven...I guess?"
Dean raised a eyebrow, feeling the room lighten a little bit.
"I humped you in your sleep, man."
"You we're a sleep. It was a instinct, Dean. Nothing you could do."
Isn't awkward supposed to go both ways?
"..Uh.."
"We should get some sleep." Cas said a little too fast. Dean thought he saw a glimt of blush on Cas face. Apperently it does.
"Yep. Totally. Agreed." Dean played along as they lay down at each side of the bed, backs turned to eachother, a quick solution he didn't mind.
It was quiet and for a while all you could hear was Sam snoring now and then.
"Cas, you awake?"
"Uh, yes."
"We don't mention this ever again, right?"
Cas shifted uncomfortably against the tightness in his boxers.
"Right."
Dean did as well.
"Good."
They fell asleep eventually, the tension thick enough to drive any man insane.
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