Hello everyone! I am so so sorry for the lack of updates. I just couldn't get anything written with school starting and blah blah blah so I just want you to have this instead. Finally some sex. I hope it's okay and that you can forgive me for my absence. Enjoy! xo

Dean's POV

I can't believe I just said that. As Castiel has got me shoved up against a wall, grinding on me like there's no tomorrow, I go out and say that I really like him.

Because I do. And it really wasn't a secret. At least not to anyone in this building.

But he'd said it back. As if kissing someone, sleeping with someone, and now having some sort of sex with someone didn't mean, yeah I like you. But it wasn't just that. I'd thought about saying love instead.

But I dismissed it, because of course it wasn't love…

That's a lie but I don't think saying it then would have been the best time.

But he'd said it back. He really liked me too.

I mean maybe his actions said more than his words, considering he had me pinned against a wall, my dick hard within a few seconds, and all I wanted was to get inside those pants and touch him. Maybe that was wrong of me to want to be so sexual with him.

But he was an attractive man who made the first move, what else could I ask for?

Feelings. An emotional attachment.

Another time.

Because with any of the girls I slept with it was only once. Ever.

But with Cas this wasn't something we were just going to do just to do it.

He wasn't that kind of guy anyway.

But this was the first step to an actual relationship between us. Not because we were going to jerk each other off, but because it had given me the courage to say what I'd been thinking.

Cas had been waiting for an excuse to do this, and he saw the opportunity and took it.

And there we were.

Tied together in a bathroom inside a police station.

My hand dipping inside his pants, and our foreheads pressed together like lost lovers.

But so much about it felt so accurate and fluid, I couldn't force myself to stop there.

But somehow I had, by accident at least. Let my mind wander a bit too much.

"Dean?" Cas asked his voice low and even more rough than ever.

I looked up at him, well, barley considering the proximity of our heads.

"You think too much." He grinned and kissed me again, his mouth warm and plump, stilling my racing mind and resetting my hands back to action.

I reached inside the hem of his boxer briefs, their navy blue color matching his uniform.

I felt the heat that pulsated from his groin, the warmth that filled his aching erection.

And then I touched. I slid my cool fingers along his hot member.

He just gasped, unable to say much else, his hips bucking up toward my hand. He couldn't use either of his hands, not really.

He was holding us both up and if he let go to touch me, He'd probably end up crushing me into the wall.

The idea that he wasn't going to touch me yet was a bit of a disappointment. But not entirely bad.

"Thinking again Dean." He whispered, craning his head down and licking the strip of my neck, up to my ear.

I shuddered, and groped him inside his underwear.

He grunted inside my ear.

I couldn't take it much longer, I had to see it. See his cock and let myself drool over it.

Because I had wanted to see Cas naked from the start, not that I would completely admit to it, but it was the truth.

And now I had the chance to look. I took hold of his dick and pushed down the front of his pants, setting him free from cotton restrictions.

He let out a quiet moan and bumped the head of his cock against the tent in my jeans.

I whimpered and tightened my grip around his shoulders.

"You too." He breathed, even with those two words he couldn't get his voice 100 percent steady.

I didn't answer, instead I obeyed, undoing the button and zipper of my own pants and eagerly pulled my own hard-on from my strained denim.

We moaned in unison then, as our dicks slotted together, with wet, hot friction that sent my nerves into a fits of tingling I can say I'd never felt before and haven't experienced since.
I couldn't maintain the stutter of my hips, the mewl that escaped my lips, no matter how hard I willed them not to.

However, it seemed to be for the better, wearing down against Cas's façade and breaking down into his incredible aroused core.

So maybe I over did it a bit as he bucked up against me, the wet friction pulling me forward to kiss him. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me meld into something else, pulling deep down inside of me and I knew this wasn't going to last as long as I'd hoped.

Cas's fingers found their way into my hair as we moved together, humping like a couple of animals. He broke away and planted his head down against my shoulder, his hot breath landed on my throat with each falter of his lungs.

I could only share in his scarce breathing and light sweating and desperate grinding and feeling like every inch of my skin was on fire as he pulled me closer and whispered a fragile, yearning "Dean," against my Adam's apple.

I let a sound of approval grind through my vocal chords in response. Each touch of him jumping through my entire body as if each nerve could feel just as intensely.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders then, slumping into his erotic movements and whimpering, because I could feel the chilling, empty sensation inside my groin. I could feel the buildup as I was pushed back against the tile over and over, my head bobbing and hips jerking along with Cas.

Our legs intertwined and cocks shamelessly grinding together.

"Cas...oh...nm.." I tried to get out the words, but I kept getting interrupted by my own sounds of pleasure. No matter how hard I tried, it only became increasingly difficult to speak.

"Sh." Was all Cas said in response, letting the words fall against my collar bone.

It only took a few more seconds, just another flicker of our hips, and a hand. Cas's arm removed itself from the wall, where he then leaned on me for more support. I felt the breath pressed from my lungs in the most sensual way. His hand came between us and jerked me roughly into my climax.

I felt myself unwind and cum into Cas's waiting fist. I whimpered for him and clutched into the back of his shirt. He followed only a few moments later, murmuring into my ear how great that was and I think something else about how lucky we were to not be caught with all my moaning but I couldn't really hear due to the dull pounding in my skull.

But I understood without words.

That was indeed, great.