Author's Note: this chapter is where the MATURE CONTENT comes in. Not that it'll be in every chapter, but it's starting in this one. yep. Enjoy!
Castiel's head tilted in that puppy dog way that made Dean's knees wobble and he forgot what they'd been talking about.
"Dean, are you alright?"
"What? Oh yeah, fine. What were we talking about?"
"You said you would like to take me to this place called 'the drive in,' and I asked where we drive into."
"You've never heard of a drive-in? Oh, boy."
"But where do we drive into?"
"Nowhere, you geek. You drive your car to this giant lot, and you sit in it and watch a movie…Kind of."
"Kind of?" the angel's head tilted again, a quizzical look in his eye. A smirk spread across Dean's lips.
"Come on," he patted the angel on the back and ushered him out the door.
Dean left no space between them in the back seat of impala, his arm was around the angel's shoulders and he had snuggled into the crook of his arm.
"This is like our first date," Castiel said suddenly looking at his companion.
"Well, yeah. Kind of…Sorry. I thought you'd like it."
"I do," he kissed the prickly cheek of the other man. As he pulled away, Dean's lips chased his unsuccessfully.
"Oh no you don't," he mumbled, he swung his leg over and awkwardly straddled the other man.
"Dean, I can't see the movie if you're on my lap."
"Remember when I said you 'kind of' watch movies at the drive in? Well this is what you really do."
"I see," his hands floated up to the tight denim clad hips on his lap, "I think I enjoy this better than the film."
Dean's lips attacked his hungrily, his teeth nipping at the angel's lower lip. Castiel smirked into the kiss and tightened his grip on the hunter's hips. Dean shivered at the thought of the angel being not as innocent as he seemed. Smooth fingers worked their way to the edge of his tight t-shirt and slipped underneath and paused, waiting for permission.
"Yes," his voice was low and hoarse, the angel's hands slid the fabric slowly over tanned skin, feeling scars and lines in the dark like he was reading Braille. They worked together to get it over his shoulders and head awkwardly in the cramped position. The second the shirt was flung aside, Cas's lips trailed across his shoulders and neck, gentle kisses paired with nips at the hot skin, stubbled jaw scrapping against flesh. Dean was losing his cool, for the first time he remembered he was with a guy. He was nervous to continue, but damn, did it feel good. He'd stopped moving, Castiel pulled back to look him in the eyes.
"Dean, are you alright? Am I not doing something correctly?" His eye's searched the other face; he respected Dean's wishes to not simply read his thoughts.
"Is it…Is it alright to be with another guy?"
"Do you mean does God forbid it?"
"Yeah," his voice was low, ashamed.
"Angels used to lie with men and women in the beginning. From the different sexed couples came half creatures, too powerful for your world, not enough for ours. God forbid all Angel coupling with humans. That part of the bible that says 'a man shall not lie with a man as he does a woman' was misquoted and skewed. God gave humans freewill to love whomever they please, Dean. Besides, God is no longer present."
"Oh…So, it's not wrong?"
"No."
"Would you still be with me if it was wrong?"
"Yes."
Dean thought for a moment, before kissing the angel, "Good." His hands pulled the shoulders of the trench coat down; they wiggled to free it from behind the other's body, their hips rocking into each other made Dean's breath grow faster. His fumbling hands loosened the tie and flung it to the side; he began unbuttoning the starched white shirt. In the dark the buttons seemed impossibly small. He paused to kiss the angel deeply. He couldn't help but grind his pelvis against the angel; he could feel his arousal growing.
"Dean," his voice somewhere between a whisper and a moan. The hunter's calloused hands made quick work of the rest of the buttons, flinging the shirt underneath the suit coat open. He leaned back to take in the sight. There wasn't the curves Dean was used to, nor was he cut like the hunter. He was fit, the natural olive hue to his skin didn't pale under the shirt, and there was a small trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to below his trousers. He ran a hand over the stomach and up the chest slowly. He could feel the angel's heart pounding, a thought occurred to him.
"Is Jimmy in there?"
"No, he's not. He asked me to send his soul on long ago and willed me his vessel." Dean nodded. Castiel looked at the man perched on his lap, the hand still over his heart. "We don—"
"Shut up," Dean kissed him roughly. His hands snaked down to the other man's belt, it flopped to the side as the hands worked the button and zipper. The fabric of the boxers was strained, Dean teasingly slipped his fingers just under the waistband. "I want to make you feel good," he whispered in the angel's ear before gently nipping at the lobe. Cas was breathing heavily, his fingers digging into Dean's hips.
"Please," he gasped as Dean's hands pulled the fabric out of the way. Dean wrapped his arm around the Angel's head and quietly spit into his palm. If he was going to give his angel lover a handjob in the back seat of his precious car at the drive in, he was going to be classy about it he decided. The slick hand wrapped around hot flesh, and slowly began stroking. Cas kissed the hunter hard, his lips fumbled down his jaw and neck. Dean had one hand on the back of his date's neck; the other was picking up speed around his cock. Dean was plenty hard himself, but this wasn't about his physical needs. He needed Castiel, he needed to feel him come undone, his body writhing under his touch. The windows had fogged up with their ragged breath. His thumb swirled over the head of Cas's cock, it was leaking with precum.
"Oh god, Cas," he involuntarily moaned out. His hand worked with a steady pace. He placed kisses on the crook of the angel's neck; he nipped experimentally at the skin.
"D-dean, I-I'm s-so," he stuttered out, his whole body seemed to tighten like a rubberband wound too tight, he bit hard into Dean's shoulder to muffle his moan as he released in his tight hand. He was panting, but he pulled the other man to him for a deep kiss. Dean reached behind himself and pulled a hankerchief from his pocket to whip his hand before unmounting. Castiel buttoned himself back up, and rested his damp head on Dean's shoulder, "I like the drive-in."
"Me too," he kissed the top of the angel's head. "Was that… was that your first time?"
"No."
"Wait seriously?" Dean's voice went up in shock and he looked at the angel who'd been disturbed from his place on the shoulder.
"I laid with a human once before it was outlawed."
"I—Who—Was it a man or a woman?"
"It was a man. Dean, it was thousands of years ago. During the height of the Roman empire."
"Jesus…"
"No, it was not Jesus."
Dean just gave him a look.
"Are you angry?"
"No, I'm just…Shocked."
"Angel's are not as innocent as one would believe."
"But..You said before you'd never been with a woman."
"I haven't."
"Oh. Well..Okay. You're not just pulling my leg?"
"No."
"Wow."
"Should I have disclosed this before?"
"Nah, I'm just really surprised."
"You've made that quite clear."
"Sorry, sorry. I just—wow."
"Dean?"
"Yeah, Cas?"
"It meant more with you. The man I lied with, he was just someone who looked good. We are bonded."
"I don't look good?" Dean mocked.
"You know what I mean."
Dean kissed him, "I do. And I'm glad we're bonded. I…" he stopped and kissed him again instead of finishing the sentence.
"I am too," he laid his head back on Dean's shoulder.