Day 03: Gaming/Watching A Movie
Title: Better Than Star Wars
Summary: Castiel hates Star Wars, so when Dean makes him stay up with him to watch the marathon, the angel comes up with a...unique way to distract him.
Notes: Beware it gets a little raunchy towards the end but definitely not enough so to make the rating go up.
When Dean had suggested staying up all night to watch a movie marathon depicting constellations in nuclear warfare, Castiel had to admit that he'd been reluctant at first. But with one look at Dean's pleading emerald eyes and pouting lip, he knew he couldn't resist anything his boyfriend truly wanted (when noticing this, Sam would always call him "whipped," which Castiel didn't understand because other than a few wild times in the bedroom, Dean had never used a torture device on him). But only two agonizing movies in, the angel was beginning to regret his decision of caving in to Dean's demand.
As he came to painfully discover, the series of films was not about what the title alluded to. Instead of focusing on astronomy like he'd expected, the movies revolved around this over-dramatically absurd plot in a ridiculously inaccurate setting (Cas just wished Dean would stop poking him in the side every time he tried to slip into unconscious bliss). In all honesty, he didn't know what the Winchester brothers saw in these movies; Dean and Sam had acted very eccentric (the right term would be "nerdy," but Cas knew all too well that suggesting Dean was anything but this almighty being of epic awesomeness was guaranteeing the chance of coitus to go down significantly) at the very idea of dedicating a whole night to stay in and watch the movies, but Castiel couldn't quite grasp what the fuss was about. The special effects were pathetic and the aliens looked as if a nine year old designed them.
After the third movie ended, Sam, with a long and deep yawn, announced his exhaustion and retired to his own separate motel room. The lucky bastard, Castiel thought wistfully as he watched him go.
"Dean," The angel said with a sigh, causing the Winchester to tear his gaze off of the screen to glance at him, "I'm tired as well. I suppose I'll—"
"Cas, you can't wimp out," Dean protested stubbornly, "We've just gotten to the Original Trilogy."
"But Sam was allowed to leave." He hated how much he sounded like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum.
"Sam has already seen these movies a hundred times," Dean said before he gave Cas a soft look and added, "C'mon Cas, just a few more hours." And there it was again; that look—the very look that made a powerful and almighty Angel of The Lord putty in a mere human's hand.
Castiel sighed, more resigned this time, "Okay, Dean."
Dean gave him a toothy grin and squeezed his hand, "Awesome. Now quiet; it's time to watch where it all began..."
Cas managed to get through half of The Phantom Menace before an idea struck him. With a mischievous smile that was thankfully hidden in the dark, he slowly slid his hand under the blanket and reached for Dean's groin. At the lightest touch, the hunter sucked in a sharp breath and pushed his hand away, grumbling, "No, Cas. Not tonight. Just watch the mov—" Before he could continue, Castiel swiftly pivoted out of his spot on the couch and straddled Dean's lap, pressing hot kisses on the line of his boyfriend's jaw.
"Cas," The hunter half-hearted scolded, trying to appear angry as he held back a moan when Castiel latched onto his pulse and began worrying it with his teeth, "S-Stop. We can do this later."
"What do you mean, Dean?" Cas said innocently as he ground down on Dean's crotch, nipping at his ear as he whispered, "Are you saying that Star Wars is more entertaining than this?" He punctuated the interrogative with another grind, causing the hunter to moan loud and needy.
"Cheeky bastard," Dean mumbled, flipping them over so that the angel was pressed down into the couch and he was looming over him, "I'll make you pay for that..."
As the credits of the Phantom Menace rolled around, Dean and Castiel's panting had finally slowed.
"Oh yeah," Dean said as Castiel nestled onto his naked chest, "So much better than Star Wars."
Author's Note: You will hear from this story again tomorrow with the chapter title "The Benefits of Chick Flicks."
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