So I was gonna post this last night except I totally forgot to write it and then I watched movies and then I found rub-on tanner and thought it'd be a great idea to cover my whole body with this rub on tanner and just

Don't cover your body with self tanner...

Anyway, I made this longer than normal cause I didn't sleep at all and why the fuck not, you feel me?

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Neither of them wanted to break apart. When their lips weren't solidly locked together, they'd be exploring the other's body. Dean would be kissing up Castiel's neck and across his jaw until Castiel would push him away, taking advantage of the break to dip down and work kisses over his collarbone. Or Dean would pull away for a break, and Castiel would lean back in, kissing around and under his ear, tongue flicking out against the lobe, causing Dean whine, fingers tightening over wherever they were at the moment.

But they weren't doing that now. The bubbles had cleared for the most part, and both were growing tired from the heat of the tub. Castiel's head was resting against Dean's shoulder, Dean trailing his hands across Castiel's body, mapping it out through the water. Occasionally Dean's fingers would glide across a sensitive area, causing Castiel to gasp. Dean would smile and return to stroke over the space again, and Castiel would turn his head, kissing wherever his lips came in contact with first.

It was nearing 10:30 when Castiel finally sat up, sliding himself off of Dean's lap. Dean pouted.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Dean, it's 10:30."

Dean shook his head, and floated across the tub, clicking the screen of his phone on. 10:28p.m. "How the hell'd you know that?" Dean questioned, turning around to look at Castiel. He pointed up at the clock across the room. The place was dimly lit, the only light shining being the two lamps on in the seating area beside the couches. Dean couldn't tell the time, but obviously Castiel had. "Oh."

Castiel smiled, floating over to Dean, wrapping his arm around him. He pressed into Dean, resting his cheek on his chest. Dean returned the gesture, wrapping his own arms around Castiel, dropping his head to kiss the top of Castiel's. They remained like that for a few minutes before Dean pulled away, much to Castiel's dismay, and promptly hopped out of the jacuzzi, grabbing and rubbing his towel vigorously across his body before wrapping it around his waist. Then he darted off to the bathroom.

What the fuck?

Castiel remained in the tub, hanging out of it a bit to watch Dean disappear. He cocked his head to the side, about ready to hop and and see what Dean was doing when he returned, a large towel in his hand.

Oh. Makes sense.

Dean stepped up to Castiel, gesturing for him to step out of the tub, holding out his hand for him to take, which he did without question as he stepped out. Before he could even begin to reach for the towel, Dean was wrapping it around him, dropping his hand in order to tug Castiel to him, rubbing his hands up and down his back to dry him. It was weird, but Castiel really didn't care.

Once satisfied with how dry he- the top half of him- was, Dean released Castiel, handing him the towel, stepping back to let him sit down on the edge of the jacuzzi and dry his legs off. He stood again when he was done, flashing Dean a smile as the other held out his hand again. He took it, and began to walk forward and oh his legs did not want to cooperate. He was wobbling, muscles weak from the steaming water, and Dean noticed, immediately wrapping his arms around him, keeping him from tripping.

Wow, that's not embarrassing or anything. Nope.

"Woah there Cas, you alright?"

Castiel blushed. "Yeah, fine. It's just the water."

"Can you walk?"

No.

"Yeah."

Dean nodded and dropped his arms from Castiel, though kept them up and ready in case he stumbled again. Castiel nodded to him, and tried to take a step. He got about two feet before his knees went weak again, and Dean's arms wrapped around him just in time.

Smooth.

Dean was smiling, and Castiel was blushing even more, and before he could even protest, Dean was bending his knees, dropping one of his arms to support Castiel's legs as he swooped him up, cuddling Castiel to him as he began to carry him back to the bedroom.

This isn't suggestive at all. Not. At. All.

"Shut up," Castiel muttered, rolling his eyes at his own internal monologue.

"Huh?"

Real smooth. You know, talking to yourself is a little weird, right?

"Huh?"

"You said something?"

Yeah, shut up.

"No."

Liar.

"Hmm. You sure?"

No.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Castiel replied with a bit of a laugh, causing Dean to don an expression Castiel dubbed 'I swear to god I heard you say something.'

Dean stared for a moment, the confused look still on his face, then he snapped out of it, and just shook his head. They arrived in the bedroom, and Dean looked around, looking for a place to set Castiel. The bed was off limits, as he was still in soaking wet boxers. Spotting a wooden chair in front of the maple desk across the room, Dean went there, placing Castiel in it before turning around, moving toward his closet. Castiel sat quietly, and he could hear a bit of rustling around. Dean popped back out a moment later, one arm full of clothes, the other holding on solidly to the towel wrapped around his waist. He set the pile of clothes on the desk.

"These are for you. Wear as little or as much as you want, I'll… go change in the bathroom." He patted Castiel's shoulder before turning and stalking off to the bathroom.

Castiel watched Dean leave, and once he was out of sight, promptly turned and began rifling through the articles of clothing. There was a pair of boxers, a long-sleeved, layered t-shirt that looked a bit too big for him, and the pyjama bottoms Dean had worn that first night they went out. Castiel smiled at them, picking the pants up, rubbing the soft cotton between his fingers. I wonder what Sam's like. He seems sweet. Is he? Does he look like Dean? Does he act like Dean?

Castiel snapped himself out of his thoughts, remembering that Dean could return at any moment, and stood. He hooked his fingers around the wet shorts, shimmying them down his legs with some difficulty, seeing as they seemed intent to stick to him. Once off, Castiel grabbed the fresh boxers, pulling them on. He debated not wearing them at all, but he wanted to wear the pyjama bottoms, and figured it would be a bit… weird to go commando in a pair of pants that had been given to the owner by his younger brother, and probably had some sentimental worth.

Not that the boxers were much better. Well, in terms of meaning, Castiel was sure they had none, but the fact that Dean's naked body had probably been touched by these at some point in their existence, and now they were touching Castiel's naked body, and why he didn't think of this yesterday, he has no clue, but the thoughts racing through his mind weren't exactly appropriate ones to have when preparing to go to bed with the one you're having the inappropriate thoughts abo-

"Those fit you well."

SHIT SHIT shIT FUCK WHAT

Castiel physically jumped at that, eyes going wide as he stared at Dean, eliciting a laugh as the other came over to him, wearing only sweatpants. "Did I scare you?"

YES YOU FUCKING ATTRACTIVE ASS

"A bit," Castiel responded, his shocked-high heart-rate slowing back to a regular pace.

Dean laughed again, reaching out to pull Castiel to him by his hips. Castiel hissed. "Are your fucking fingers made of ice?"

"No, it's just cold in here. Why do you think I left you the shirt?"

That's logical. Castiel looked down at their bodies, taking note of the goosebumps and hardened nipples on both of them. "Thank you, then. But where's your shirt?"

Dean shrugged. "Don't want one. Come on," he said, dropping the conversation on clothing choices as he moved to the bed, pouncing on it and settling into his spot on his back, waiting for Castiel to join him. Castiel hesitated for a moment, though it was only to debate putting the shirt on or not, which he did in the end. He pulled his arms through the sleeves, arms a bit too long on him, much like the jacket. He adjusted the shirt, then moved to the bed, crawling across it and around Dean to his side, where he flopped onto his back. He held out his arm, and Dean didn't even question it, immediately rolling into his side and making himself comfortable.

Castiel smiled. "Do you like cuddling, Dean?"

As if it's not obvious.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Why? I mean, it's not like it's bad, but you seem like a… a tough guy."

Dean snorted. "Cas, I own and play about ten acoustic guitars, and I write and sing music about… Well, everything, really, but break-ups and falling in love seem to be the most popular."

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

What is this, 20 questions?

"What, is this 20 questions?"

I like this guy's way of thinking.

"It can be."

Woah there big boy, sure you wanna go there?
Shut up.

Dean seemed to consider this, then nodded to himself. "Then it is."

Castiel nodded in agreement. "Maybe can we turn off the lights?"

Well that's weird. Dean furrowed his brows, though complied, rolling over to click the light off. He returned back to Castiel's side, cuddling into him, one arm tucked to his side, the other on top of Castiel's chest, the steady rise and fall of his breaths and the faint beat of his heart relaxing Dean in an unfamiliar way to the singer. It wasn't bad.

Enjoyable, really.

"So," Castiel started again, wrapping his arm around Dean, fingers rubbing lightly up and down his bicep. "Have you ever been in love?"

Of course. Dean took a deep breath, and began talking. "I thought so once. I mean, I thought I was in love multiple times in high school, but I realized it was nothing more than a few strong crushes masked by a lot of sex. But this… This was different. Or so I though. There was this girl I was with, when I was fresh out of high school. 19 years old. She was gorgeous, and a great lay, really, but she was awful to deal with. She was a psychopathic bitch. One moment she loved me, the next she wanted to stab me- hell, she held a knife to me once!"

That sounds familiar.

"And after a few more episodes like that, I was done. I broke it off with her, and she went insane. She went off telling everybody, absolutely everybody that I was gay. I mean, I wasn't that offended by it, I mean, guys can look just as good as girls, right? But she was doing it trying to slander me and my name. So I found a decent looking guy, and began dating him. It started as a bit of a joke, mainly just to piss her off, but I began to fall for the guys. Before long, I was doing anything and everything for him, but he never reciprocated. And then I broke into the music business. That video of me singing got so popular, it was ridiculous."

"I remember when that happened," Castiel interjected. "It was everywhere. Even on TV, those gossip shows really loved you. You were amazing."

"So I've heard," Dean huffed out with a laugh. "And then I began gaining a following. Before I knew it, there were people everywhere, clawing after me, wanting me. And for the first time, it seemed like the guy I was with actually wanted me back. I was thrilled! This guy wanted me. Finally wanted me."

"But that's not quite right, is it?"

Dean shook his head, curling tighter in to Castiel's side. "No. He didn't want me. He wanted my fame. I wasn't even that popular yet, but I still had people coming up to me, talking about my music, and what was coming next, and he'd always answer for me. It wasn't bad, really. It was like having a publicist. But then I got a publicist, and he set up deals for me to go preform. I had to travel and, well, he didn't really like that. He tried everything he could to make me stay, and skip venues, but I wouldn't. Then he told me he loved me, and I couldn't believe it! He felt the same! But he didn't, not really. It all came out after one of my shows. Some fans were asking for autographs, and of course I complied. They were all so sweet, and they kept asking questions. It took an hour just to get through the group of them, and when I returned to my hotel room, he was waiting for me. He began screaming at me, yelling and throwing things, saying I was putting strangers in front of him in terms of importance, and I told him that if he loved me he'd understand why I was doing what I was doing and how important my fans were to me."

"And then he told you he didn't love you." It wasn't a question.

"And then he told me he didn't love me. That he never had. That I was nothing more than a pretty face and a good fuck to him, and that's all I'd ever be to anyone else."

That near broke Castiel's heart. No one deserved to be treated like that, especially not Dean. "You don't believe him, do you?"

He tensed. "No one's given me a reason to not," Dean spoke quietly.

Castiel shifted, reaching across his own body, hooking a finger under Dean's chin to tilt it up, catching his gaze. "You're more than that to me." And with that, Castiel was leaning in, pressing his lips against Dean's in a chaste kiss. He could feel the other relax nearly immediately after their lips touched. He pulled away a moment later, stroking Dean's lip with his thumb as he pulled his arm back.

They didn't continue with that issue.

"So, Cas. What's something you're really passionate about, that you don't flaunt about?"

You.

"Hmm. I uhh… You can't tell anybody, okay?" A nod. "I'm in love with the stars. I can't get enough of them."

Dean smiled. "Why the stars?"

"They remind me of how small I really am. They're up there, millions of miles away, yet I can see what seems like thousands of them at night. That keeps me grounded when I'm floating too high or far away. And they're so far away, yet their light shines all the way to us, and never fails to do so. They return every night, and are the only assured thing in my life. They'll always be there for me, when I need to think, or be alone, or just get away from it all. They'll always be there, lighting the way for me when it feels too dark to go on. They protect me, in a way nothing else ever could, and because of that, I think they're beautiful. The most beautiful things I've ever seen."

"I think you're beautiful."

What? "Dea-"

"I do," Dean responded, voice quiet as his hand slid down from Castiel's chest, roaming down to the hem of his shirt, slipping his fingers under it, tugging it up to expose the soft skin of his belly. Dean pressed his hand over the small sliver of exposed skin, his cool hand causing Castiel to gasp as he continued to speak. "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Castiel opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Why is Dean doing this? What the hell? Oh my god he's pulling up my shirt farther and oh his hands are freezing but oh that feels good and what are you doing with your mouth-"Dean-ohhhkay stop that." Dean's lips paused over Castiel's nipple, his lips resting on his chilled skin, his hot breath spreading out in puffs from his open mouth, making Castiel shiver. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"Trying to show you how beautiful I find you," Dean responded, lips never leaving Castiel's skin.

Woah. Unexpected.

"By kissing me?"

Dean shrugged. "By trying to make you feel good."

Well that's new. Give him a chance..

"Dean… Will you stop if I ask you to?" He needed to know this. He couldn't blindly stroll into this, especially because he had no idea what Dean was planning to do.

"Of course, Cas. Just say the word, I'll stop… Please let me do this."

Do it. Do it. Fucking say yes. You're taking too long. Say yes, you idio-

"Yeah, yes. Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Dean immediately pressed his lips down farther, creating a warm seal around Castiel's nipple, his tongue circling around the nub, causing Castiel to press his head down into the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. Dean pulled away a moment later, and Castiel felt a chill run through his body, and then Dean was straddling his hips, practically on his thighs as he leaned forward, pressing kisses below his collarbone, his lips barely gliding across his skin as he kissed every bit of him he could reach.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful." Dean muttered between kisses, his hands sliding up Castiel's sides, pushing his shirt up in the process. Once it was far enough up, Dean crawled forward, slipping an arm under Castiel to lift him up, holding him solidly as he tugged the shirt off his arms and over his head. He tossed it carelessly on the floor, and locked his gaze on Castiel, who was staring at him. He gave him a gentle smile, kissing him softly as he laid him back down. He broke the kiss as he slid back, repositioning himself over Castiel's hips and thighs.

He brought his hands up to Castiel's shoulders as he bent back down, pressing long, slow, open-mouth kisses down the center of his body, his hands sliding down his arms as he continued down. He didn't speak again until his hands met Castiel's and they linked together, his lips coming to a stop right above his navel.

"You know what makes you so beautiful?" Dean asked, not expecting an answer as he dipped back down to nip above his navel, soothing it with a kiss before moving on. "Your smile." A kiss. "Your lips." A nip. "The way you kiss." A kiss. "Your beautiful, beautiful skin." A nip.

It continued as such, Dean kissing and nipping his way around Castiel's abdomen, muttering compliments to every part of his body, to everything about his personality, to everything that made Castiel, well, Castiel. And with every kiss, he moved lower, kissing and nipping over the protruding bones of his hips, to the slight dip at the edge of the boxers, which Dean was continually tugging down to accommodate his actions.

The pyjama pants had been slid down to the middle of his thighs, but the boxers were down to the V in Castiel's pelvis, the elastic waistband pressing at the base of his continually hardening erection. Dean's lips were still working, kissing down the indents on the side of his thighs, the straight across the waistband, the kisses lasting longer, the open-mouthed ones becoming wetter the closer he got to the center.

No. No. No. No, I can't do this. I can't. I need to stop this but it feels so good and oh it's been so long an- no. No. This can't happen. It needs to stop. It needs to stop. It needs to-

"Stop."

Dean's lips were pressed as close to the waistband as they could be, his finger hooked around said waistband, ready to tug it down, exposing and releasing Castiel and it was so tempting to not stop, for both of them, but it was the best thing to do. He looked up to Castiel for confirmation, and the dark-haired man nodded. Dean nodded in return, and pulled back, sliding Castiel's boxers back up, the pyjama bottoms right after.

He continued to straddle Castiel for a moment, looking over his body, admiring the tiny marks the nips had left. Castiel's body was even more gorgeous when illuminated by the moonlight, and Dean was unashamed to admit that to him as he crawled up his body, stopping when he was close enough to kiss Castiel.

"You're so beautiful, Cas. Every bit of you. Every single bit."

Castiel smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "You wouldn't think so if you saw all of me. Every little scar, emotional and physical. I may be pretty on the outside, but I'm ugly o-" Castiel was cut off by Dean crashing their lips together, locking them tightly and passionately. He pulled away a moment later, leaving Castiel breathless as he spoke once again.

"Don't you ever say you're ugly, Cas. You're not. You're so far from it… the exact opposite. Scars are nothing but a character builder, nothing more than a speed bump in your life, and what ever scars you carry, emotional or physical, they're a part of you. And you're beautiful." Dean dipped down, kissing Castiel once again, though considerably softer than the last one, their lips pressing together effortlessly. "Do you believe me, Cas?"

Castiel nodded, and Dean smiled. He un-straddled Castiel, collapsing on to the bed beside him, rolling back into his side. Castiel slipped his arm around his, shifting to hold him close. He looked at Dean, a faint smile on his lips.

"Thank you, Dean."

Dean had a similar smile, his eyes sparkling with the reflection of the moon in the night, and Castiel knew that Dean didn't want thanks for what he had done. He wanted to do it. He wanted to make Castiel feel good, and wanted, and worthwhile, and that was the kindest thing anyone had done for him in a while.

Castiel couldn't help but to lean in and kiss Dean once more, their bruised-smooth lips locking together softly and chastely, making both of them feel safe, and warm, and secure, and wanted- making them feel at home.

The kiss broke mutually, both pulling back a fraction with heavily lidded eyes and gentle smiles as they adjusted themselves to lay comfortably. They lay in silence, just taking in the other, Castiel taking in the affection in Dean's eyes, relishing it and its unfamiliarity, and Dean was lost in Castiel, from his lightly parted lips, to his widened pupils that still seemed to shine even in the dark of the room.

"Goodnight Dean," Castiel was the first to mutter, practically unable to keep his eyes open.

Dean smiled weakly, and slid his hand forward to grab Castiel's, gaining a sleepy smile in return.

"Goodnight, Cas."

Okay so honestly I have no clue what the fuck I just wrote, really. I was just like LET'S WRITE and this came out, so... sorry if it's kinda... cracky...

So as to why this is published at like, 8am instead of nighttime or whatever, is because there's a thunderstorm warning here, and it's supposed to be pretty intense, and occur later today, so that means the internet will be a little shit, and I wouldn't be able to publish the chapter, and then I'd be sad, so...

I'm about to pass out holy fuck I'm going to sleep all day...

Also, I really love you guys! Your reviews are so sweet and I just adgbhgrgqgnfbfrejqgq, you know?

So, thank you for reading, and as always, I love to hear your thoughts on it, so feel free to tell me!

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