Warnings: Rated M...for reasons

Circling the City

Chapter 4

"Dean we... nnnnghhhh... shit... no we can't... just... the door, Dean." Cas' voice was sterner over the man's name but there wasn't really any fight to his words.

"Hmmm." Was all the green-eyed man offered by way of reply, whatever he'd intended to say finding itself lost against the shop owners neck as he did his absolute best to lick suck and nibble every inch of skin there, starting at the bottom of his throat and working his way up over Cas' stubble until inevitably lips found lips and Castiel didn't have the air to protest anymore.

They were inches- bare inches- from the door when Dean had stopped following and just pushed the blue eyed man against the wall, attaching himself at the mouth. Cas couldn't find it in himself to keep arguing. Not when Dean was doing that thing with his tongue that left him breathless and rolling his hips in such a way that had him honestly surprised they were still dressed.

When Dean finally released his mouth, Castiel sagged back against the wall looking utterly debauched. Green eyes slid over his face with smug amusement, taking in the dark hair that stuck out in every direction from where his fingers had smoothed through it, the puffy pink of kiss swollen lips, the way his mouth hung slightly open, the dark glazed look of impossibly blue eyes.

"God... do you have any idea what you do to me?" Dean all but growled, pressing forward even more- like he could climb into the man's skin and just live there.

"If its half of what you do to me..." Cas rumbled, his voice dropping so low it sent a bolt of want and need straight to the green eyed man's cock. "...then why are we still outside?"

Dean grinned and his hand slid low, cupping the other man and palming him through the tight expanse of denim. Castiel gave another low groan and his legs wobbled slightly before he straightened and clamped his mouth shut when he caught sight of a passing couple. The way Dean went still told Cas that the man saw them too, and his location directly in front of the shop owner prevented them from seeing anything.

Like the way Dean had begun to stroke him, deft fingers finding and following the exact outline of his cock, teasing at the head before sliding along to cup his balls and roll them as best he could into his palm despite the fabric in the way.

Cas' heart pounded in his chest and ears and fear of being seen was laced with the thrill that someone might figure out what was going on.

When they were gone Dean leaned in and licked along his ear. "Thats why." He purred, and God did Cas hate the man.

"You're a bastarnnnnnnggghhhhh."

"I'm sorry... were you saying something?" Dean's hand released the tight squeeze he'd enacted halfway through the man's insult.

"Inside." Castiel gasped finally. "Jesus Christ Dean..." He cut himself off before he ended up begging. He wasn't going to beg, but given a few more minutes like this and he was going to let Dean fuck him against the wall. They'd probably both end up in jail for indecent exposure but right now his brain couldn't be bothered to care and instead was sending the rest of his body messages that said shut up and take him.

Dean seemed to find this amusing. "But I like it out here. And I've already got you right where I want you." He rolled his hips for emphasis and Cas could feel his resolve slipping. He chomped down on his tongue to prevent another moan before his arms finally moved despite the fact he'd been telling them to do so for at least thirty seconds. His hands fisted in the front of Dean's coat and he pushed the man away even though he didn't let go.

"Dean." He growled. "No. Inside."

Dean- the fucker- only grinned wider. "You're so sexy when you're bossy. Allright, inside. I wouldn't have anyway..."

"Yes you would."

"You're right. I would. Get a move on before I change my mind again."

With that Cas scrambled around, reaching into his coat for the key to the little door next to the shop that would lead them back up to his apartment. The key skittered across the lock and Cas gasped when Dean slotted himself against the shop owner's back and rolled his hips forward. The blue eyed man shot a glare over his shoulder and Dean only raised his hands into the air in a faux display of innocence.

Finally, finally, the door was open, and they were stumbling through it, the metal hinges screaming when it was slammed closed behind them and re-locked itself. Then Dean was kissing him and Cas decided he would be happy to never breathe again so long as they never stopped. The key clattered to the ground as his hands wove up into the green eyed man's hair, fingers just as insatiable as his own tongue. They gripped and pulled none too gently and Cas could feel Dean's whole body shake and rock against him as he let out a low needy moan.

Well, that was new.

"Like that?" He purred, disconnecting them and watching the man through half lidded eyes. He smoothed his fingers along the other's scalp before gently fisting them into the short strands of dirty blond hair. The sound it elicited from Dean sent heat blazing through him.

"Fuck Cas..." He breathed against his mouth, head tipping just so, teeth grazing over sensitive lips, tongue darting out just to touch. Cas tightened his fingers again and Dean all but melted into him with another moan. They were leaning against the door now, but at least they were on the right side of it this time. Dean rocked his hips forward and set a punishing rhythm against the shop owner that had them both panting in moments. Cas ground against him and he had never hated clothing more than he did in that moment.

"Jeans, shirt... damnit just take it off."

Dean chuckled against his throat where he'd returned to lick his way over a mark he'd already left there. "Bossy Cas."

"Now."

Then it was a flurry of movement as coats were pushed away and scarves torn from where they were already half open around necks. Buttons flew and chilled fingers found their way to overheated skin eliciting little shudders that pooled deep in their bellies. And finally Dean was peeling away the dark blue boxers that were already pulled low around Castiel's hips and Cas had long since pushed his hands beneath the waistband of Dean's grey ones to smooth over the firm muscle of his ass.

The dark haired man all but choked on air when Dean's hand wrapped around him, once cold fingers now hot and firm on hotter and harder skin.

"Dean..."

Dean nuzzled closer and nipped a kiss into the edge of Cas' jaw. "I've got you. Jesus... look at you Cas... so fucking hot for me. God you're fucking gorgeous." His hand stroked lightly, fingers drawing up only to slide right back down again. The movements made Cas' head spin and his legs shake.

"Dean I... I want...nnnnnngggghhhhhhhhhh."

"Yeah babe... what do you want?" Dean purred. "Anything."

"Fuck!" Castiel's hips bucked up into the sweet torture of Dean's palm. He knew if they kept this up much longer he wasn't going to last. Christ but what was it about this man that made him want to come like a teenager? "I want you to fuck me. Jesus, Dean, God just..." His words were lost in a little, very unmanly squeak when he suddenly felt himself pushed further up the door. Eyes that had been closed in pleasure flew open and his hands scrabbled at the other's shoulders even as Dean released him in favor of wrapping his knees around his waist.

And holy hell but it was hot.

Dean was pressing into him, using his chest to steady the blue eyed man as he looked up with that shit eating grin and those obnoxiously gorgeous green eyes blown dark and wide with need and lust.

For him. For Castiel.

Cas wasn't sure he'd ever seen anyone actually look at him like that. Like they were happily drowning in his gaze.

"Say it again." Dean ground out, and there was the slightest edge to his voice that would have made Cas' legs wobble if he hadn't already been off his feet.

"Say what?" Cas barely managed to tease the question under the weight and heat of the other's gaze.

Dean scowled, "Damnit Cas..."

"Fuck me Dean." Castiel leaned in, crowding himself around the man's face, fingers lacing again into his hair while his mouth hovered, just the slightest press of lips to lips. "I want you to fuck me. Take me. Hard, fast, slow, soft, I don't even care. I just want you in me. Dean."

Dean groaned again and Castiel could distantly hear the tear of something as the man's hands moved behind him. But it wasn't important. Certainly not more important than the way he was able to suck on Dean's tongue from this position, forcing his head up as he gave Cas full control of his mouth. Not more important than the way their hips ground together, Dean's cock sliding against the curve of his ass- boxers having been unceremoniously tugged away- while Cas' was trapped between their bellies, pressed tight and rubbed hard and fucking perfect every time they shifted.

Then very suddenly, it was the most important thing in the world.

The flutter and thud of a mostly empty lube packet as it hit the floor was the only warning he got before a slick finger pressed into him. His head hit the door and the glass windows a few inches above him rattled slightly. His mouth opened as pleasure washed through him.

"Hmmm." Dean hummed a little sound of approval and took the opportunity to lavish attention over Castiel's now exposed neck. "Tight Cas." He mouthed into his neck. "Tight and hot. Mmm, gonna fuck you good babe. Right here. Right against your door." His finger set a slow gentle rhythm almost at odds with the dirty litany the man was purring into the shop owner's ear. "Would have taken you outside..." He continued, crooking and curling his finger in a way that instantly had Cas writhing against him. "Would have slid into your tight little ass right out there for all the world to see. To see that you're mine. Hmm?"

"Yes, oh God Dean... please I need..."

And fuck it all but if he hadn't just begged for it. Dean was grinning against his collarbone and a particularly deft press had Castiel arching his back.

"There?" Dean hummed. "Oh, now you're mine."

A second finger slid in, curling and stroking and caressing and giving and taking until Cas barely felt the third but for the distant sensation of pressure beneath the headier wash of pleasure.

He was going to die. Cas was sure of that now. How could he have ever forgotten this? The way Dean readied him with a care that was all but unknown to the shop owner, like the process was just as perfect as the act itself. Dean's fingers danced within him, playing Cas like a well loved instrument, tuning him just right, stroking so that each movement elicited just the right sound. And Christ but if Cas hadn't just fallen like a domino before him.

Then it was all gone, fingers sliding away and leaving him empty. Castiel could have screamed his displeasure, and he writhed looking for the man's hand again. But Dean was shifting and before long Cas felt it. Blunt and hard and so much hotter and thicker than his fingers would ever be.

"Dean!"

"Shhhhh, I got you Cas." Dean pressed in slowly, stopping now and then to let them both breathe as the blue eyed man arched backwards only to curl forwards as his body was split open over the press of Dean's cock. It was achingly slow. Tiny thrusts that pulled the green eyed man out only to slide back in a little deeper each time, stopping if Cas showed any sign of tension before starting up again. Then finally Castiel was utterly and completely filled. Stretched to bursting and loving every fucking second of it. He moaned and his head rolled slightly against the door, limbs all but useless for a moment. Dean was panting into the hollow of his throat, fingers splayed over narrow hips to keep him in place. As if Cas planned to go anywhere.

"You have no idea how good you feel." Dean breathed against his skin. "Gripping me so fucking tight Cas. I feel like i'm gonna break in half."

Cas snorted. Dean wasn't the only one. It could only have been by some miracle or twist of fate that he hadn't come yet. But he didn't want to test the theory forever. Slowly, because his body was still adjusting itself he rolled his hips and yeah, fuck, that was it.

"Come on Dean... move."

And Dean didn't have to be told twice. His fingers tightened and he shifted, planting his feet more firmly on the ground before he slid out almost all the way leaving Castiel feeling hollow and empty before grinding right back in, slow and smooth and so fucking thick it took the shop owner's breath away as he was filled again. It was slow and even and perfect untill it wasn't enough. They both craved more, needed the heat and burning desire that had snapped at them all the way home. The rough pull of want and arousal that seared and clogged the senses until there wasn't anything else, until it was only Dean and Cas and the heavy push- pull of flesh and the loud slap of bodies echoing in the stairwell. Until there weren't words, just moans and half sounds, aborted as both men gasped for air and egged each other on with the press of finger and the sloppy search of mouths and teeth and tongues.

Dean was pounding up now, Castiel's back sliding against the door again and again and thank god it was new or he'd have shards of rusty metal and splintered wood beneath his skin to show for it. His legs tightened around the man, heels digging into the muscles of his ass, pulling him deeper, begging him to go faster, harder, to soothe the ache that had been itching at him for a year, to erase every night he'd taken himself in hand and pulled off to the thought of Dean's perfect golden skin and the brush of stubble and the little panting moans and the heat of his body pressing down into Cas again and again and oh God Dean yes... there.

"There babe?" Dean asked, grinning and only dimly making Cas aware that he'd spoken aloud. Hips snapped forward, hitting just right and it was all Cas could do not to cry out. Or maybe he did if the echo of his voice had anything to say about it.

"Shit Cas..."

"Come on Dean. Come on, yes God there, right there, please, oh God, Dean Dean!"

Then he was tipping, falling, careening over the edge and into a white haze of pleasure as he spilled between them, dick pulsing with each following thrust, body shaking, fingers clenched so tightly into the other man's hair it was a wonder he hadn't pulled out chunks.

Somewhere Dean was cursing as the biting sting of Cas' hands in his hair overloaded his senses and with a few more broken thrusts- rhythm lost entirely by this point- he was coming, shooting into the wet and impossibly tight heat of the man wrapped bodily around him. He grunted and his teeth pressed down into the blue eyed man's shoulder, drawing out a long moan from him. He slowed then, rocking forward as they both chased the end of their release, floating down into something softer even as little aftershocks of pleasure continued to crackle their way up both men's spines before seeping out slow and heavy into their limbs.

The stairwell echoed with the heavy gasp of air as Dean slumped forward, pressing Cas a little further into the door to hold himself up. The dark haired man grinned and pried his eyes open. He slowly untangled his fingers from Dean's hair, white knuckles protesting the movement before he brushed the pads of his fingers over the man's scalp to soothe the sting.

"Sorry bout that." He murmured.

Dean snorted. "Don't be." He shifted his head and glanced up, mouth slightly open in invitation to kiss, one which Castiel accepted greedily. They parted only for air and Dean chuckled. "Didn't make it to the bed this time either."

"Was that your goal?" Cas asked, amused.

"One of them."

"Oh so you have a list then?"

"Well if you can so can I." Dean grinned and Cas rolled his eyes.

"So what are the chances of you carrying me upstairs like this?" He hummed, wrapping his arms and legs a little more tightly around the man.

"About as good as me making it up the stairs holding you which is entirely unlikely. I'm gonna have to suggest against it unless you like falling."

Cas grunted his disapproval and Dean nuzzled under his chin.

"You smell good." He said, licking a little spot under his jaw.

It was Cas' turn to huff a laugh. "I smell like sweat and cum." He objected.

"Mmmm, I know. But also coffee, and cinnamon. I could eat you."

"I might let you."

Dean peered up with a grin. "Is that a suggestion?"

"Can you put me down long enough for us to get up the stairs?"

Dean seemed to consider this. "I think that can be arranged."

"Then yes. Its a suggestion."

"Awesome." He grinned but didn't move.

"Any time now." Cas laughed.

"Hush, I'm working my way up to it."

The shop owner smiled and threaded his fingers back through the man's hair, just petting and touching. "Thank you." He finally said after a moments silence.

"For what? The sex? Cause you shouldn't be thanking me... my next goal is to make sure you have a hard time walking tomorrow."

Castiel grinned but shook his head. "No. For coming back."

Dean glanced up to meet his gaze. There was a slight flush to his cheeks but for the most part he regarded the blue eyed man with a quiet intensity, the kind that had Cas wondering just what he'd done to deserve someone like this.

"You're worth it." He said finally. "Besides I happen to like you're corner of the universe."

Cas grinned and leaned in to kiss him again. "So do I."

A/N: And there it is folks! The yummy smutty ending I promised you a chapter ago. I just want to send out a big thank you to EVERYONE who has stuck with me through the many month long hiatus of this story and to all my precious reviewers! I love you all!

Its been fun guys, Enjoy!