Morning came too quickly. Heavy with sleep and in a very comfortable place where he planned on not going to class, Dean pushed his face into the pillow, and got a soft grunt in reply. Wait. This pillow was not very fluffy. Or cool. Weren't pillows usually cool? Didn't they not move? His head was moving up and down. He rolled his face onto one cheek, pushed against what he once claimed was his pillow, and squinted out at the world. A soft tan canvas met his eyes and it seemed to stretch all the way down to a boxer briefs waistband. Not his pillow, but a pillow, maybe…? It definitely wasn't a moose he was sleeping on. His mind was stumped for long enough for his pillow to yawn and groan.
"That's my stomach," came the vibrating voice in Dean's ear, and then it clicked. Oooooh. Cas pillow. Dean shrugged and shut his eyes again. No reason to fix something that wasn't broken. "Dean, you're very comfy but I need to both breathe and go to class." Unhappily, Dean pursed his lips and did nothing. He didn't want to move. Nope. Not happening.
A gentle sigh reverberated his skull and everything began to shift and move. Alarmed, he turned over, looking up to see his pillow had sat up. The back of his head rested against a nice thigh. Blinking up at Castiel his guilty pillow moocher made a face. "Are you sure?" He mumbled. A hand ran through his hair and a chuckle attached to a large smile was his first reply.
"Yes," was the second reply. "I'm sorry. I have a test." Reaching up, Dean clumsily wrapped his arms around Cas's neck and did a tug motion that pulled him down sideways alongside him. Dean rested his head on Cas's hip and cuddled him close in strong arms and Cas sighed into the warm shoulder he was trapped in. "I love you, Dean." That was an eye-opener. Dean squinted over at Cas, who was laughing gently to himself. "I had a feeling that might work. Come on, tough guy. You've got class too." A kiss to his forehead made Dean sigh dramatically. He let Cas go, and his pillow sat up, warm hands coaxing him up as well.
"Fine, fine," he added to the theatrical flail he did as he stretched. "Work work work makes Cassy… tired." He yawned and looked up. Cas was watching him with quiet blue eyes. "Everything ok?" He said, and cleared his throat of morning grog. Cas's dark hair was sticking up in every direction and the sleep-heavy eyes were bright with energy.
"Entirely." Castiel replied, and climbed out of the bed, stretching his arms up high. A grunt escaped his lips. "I'm just content."
There was a plan of action that Dean knew was flawless. He must carry it out. Getting onto his knees, Dean admired Cas's form with a nod before wrapping his arms around the other male's torso. His hands drank in the curve of his chest and pulled in the warmth of his body until they were drawn together. He pressed his face into the crook of his neck, and Cas sank back, sitting on the end of the mattress with a defeated sigh. Both their eyes shut. "I don't want to leave." Cas said softly.
"Then don't," came the gentle reply. To his surprise Castiel turned in his arms and pushed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him as if seeking out his heat. Dean lifted his head as warm arms wrapped around his neck and a hard kiss pressed his ear. Smiling triumphantly, he wrapped his arms around his new blanket in a bear hug. His happy high settled them both. The stretch and rise and fall of their bodies together became a rhythm.
As Castiel was typing out a sick note on his e-mail to send to his professor, Dean was gathering his things together for a shower. He rustled with his clothes and a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap. "Sorry I made you miss your test. But we can still make our other classes." He apologized, well aware the boy loved his grades.
"He'll let me make it up. Besides," Cas turned in his chair, looking groggy but happy. "How often can we do that?"
"As often as you want." Dean replied, coming over and pushing his hand down the back collar of the shirt Cas had pulled on, rubbing between his shoulder blades as he planted a kiss on his lips. "I'll be in the shower. If you'll be late waiting for me, don't worry about it." He went to go and his wrist was caught.
"You shouldn't go alone." Came the serious reply, making him blink. "I'll come with you." Dean's heart leaped and staggered and took off again like a race horse. A public shower with Castiel? Another wet dream. The caution in Cas's eyes made him smile.
"Then you better get a change of clothes, 'cause yours ain't lastin' long," Dean joked. Breaking into a shy smile, Cas got up and grabbed his things, the door shutting firmly behind them.
Dean pressed Cas against the shower wall, kissing him feverishly, and Cas wrapped a strong hand around the back of his neck and another one on his ass to pull him closer. Their bodies ground together, soft moans piercing the sound of rushing water. The stream of tap beside them was all but ignored, and the stall was flooded with clouds of hot white steam. Hardly any of the guys on their floor took late showers and were probably in class, so it was just the two of them in the bathroom, in a stall with a locking door. Thank goodness. The rush of possibly getting caught made them both harder, on top of morning wood and last night's fond memories, brought on lot of experimenting.
Dean wrapped his hand around Cas's bare hard-on and Cas tensed vividly against his hand. Acute pleasure shot through him in waves. Murmurs of sweet nothings in his ear and rough kisses brought them both into their own little world. Their soaked forms glistened with the steam of the shower. After lots of rocking and moaning, Cas came all over Dean's hand, which he pushed into the shower stream to wash off once he was pumped dry. He wrapped his arms around Cas when his knees buckled with pleasure and held him up. A considerably nice hickie was left on his collar, right below his shirt line, while he recovered – but when he got his feet under him again he grabbed Dean and switched places with him, pushing him against the wall. The wild lust in his green eyes mixed with shock.
The confusion on Dean's face made it much sweeter. Castiel grinned mischievously and took Dean's morning wood, fingers playing at the short curly hairs at the base, and pressed it between their slick bellies. His whole body pushed with a seductive rock as he began a steady grind. A fluster of powerful, surprised moans were evoked because of this, and Dean returned the motion eagerly as Cas sank his tongue into his hot waiting mouth. His hands grabbed Cas's waist eagerly and Cas grabbed his wrists just as much so. They hammered Dean's dick until he finished with a final jerk, soaking their chests with finality. His gasps of orgasm were loud and full. Cas drank them in, smiling onto his lips, and drew back only once he was sated, both of them breathless. The reward he got for getting them both finished was thorough and warm and strong with affection.
Scrambling to get clean after that, they shared the stream as hasty hands scrubbed their hair and bodies with a clean fresh soap, a smell that covered up their morning ecstasy. Their laughter and teasing touches were distracting but did not hinder their rush. Once satisfied with their lack of sex smell, they swapped kisses and grins. Then they dried and dressed with an impressive speed and ran to the room for their backpacks and shoes before bolting off to class.