My poor, dear readers, I am soo sorry for how long this has taken! I'll do my best to be better, but I can't make any promises. School started! Which means I am now much, much busier. Alas. Luckily, we are coming near the end of our tale (sort of, I think…). So enjoy the much awaited hotel room scene and thank you all for your patience!
If either of them had been sober, they may have been suspicious of the fact that Jo pushed them into a hotel room and then abandoned them. They also may have realized that it was no accident that they were both totally wasted. Fortunately for Jo's plan (and not so fortunately for Dean's 'heterosexuality'), neither of them was sober at this point and both had lost enough of their inhibitions for this to seem like a pretty freaking good idea.
Having been pushed into Castiel's hotel room by his (probably soon to be ex) friend, Dean fell into the other man's arms in such a way that might have been more romantic if Castiel had retained more of his motor abilities. As it was, Dean found himself stumbling to the floor on top of a giggling Castiel. They were both definitely going to feel that fall in the morning, but for now neither seemed to notice the impact. Instead, they fell silent, simultaneously realizing the position they were in. For the first time in the last two days, Dean didn't question the strength of his feelings toward this man he hardly knew, didn't even think about the fact that this was the first time in a long time that he had touched another guy like this. The first time he had ever felt anything for a guy.
No. Instead he was thinking about the way Cas was looking up at him with a stunned look in his eyes, with pupils shot wide. The way his body felt beneath Dean's, all lean muscle and hard surfaces. How Castiel's hands had somehow found their way to Dean's neck and how his lips seemed to get bigger and closer. Maybe there should have been more hesitation on his part, but just then Castiel's lips were too temptingly close and besides Dean tended to believe you should do everything once—and Castiel seemed pretty willing.
Before he could over think it, Dean leaned down and removed the gap between their mouths, pressing his lips against the other man's probably too hard. Rather than complaining, however, Castiel leaned up to meet him, welcoming Dean's mouth against his own with a shocking amount of grace for someone as drunk as he was. It was, admittedly, a rather clumsy kiss at first but they seemed to find their rhythm quickly enough, opening their mouths and adding tongue to the mix.
Dean moan, carding his hands through Castiel's hair, his thoughts completely obliterated and leaving him little more than a mass of sensations that centered completely around the man squirming pleasantly beneath him.
"Dean," Castiel gasped before his mouth was again covered. Licking the roof of Dean's mouth, Castiel let out a groan that sent shivers down Dean's spine and shooting heat elsewhere. Pulling away again, Cas said the magic word.
"Bed."
Dean nodded, unable to form coherent words, and fumbled to get himself into some semblance of a standing position, trying simultaneously to help Cas do the same. Castiel managed to get into a sitting position before he was leaning completely into Dean, kissing his neck wetly and then grinning at him. Dean licked his lips, unable to look away and then pulled Castiel up further, managing to get him up just long enough to push him towards the bed. Landing gracelessly on his back, Castiel pulled Dean down with him, tugging at his shirt impatiently and sliding his hands beneath it.
Despite being the one on top, and obviously the one in better control of his motor functions (though not by much, truth be told) Dean felt as if Cas was the one in control of the situation. Yet another command in his gravelly tone had Dean moving away to hastily discard his shirt and toss it to the side, followed immediately by his belt.
He wasn't quite sure when, but Cas had somehow managed to move himself further onto the bed—probably when he pushed Dean away with the command to strip—and now lied sprawled out with his legs spread just slightly. To Dean's intoxicated eyes, he looked like a king or a god merely waiting to be worshipped. Dean might not have been religious, but this was the sort of service he could get behind.
He giggled. Get behind. Get it?
Castiel looked confused for a moment at Dean's soft laughter, but Dean wiped the look off his face by returning the task at hand and unbuttoning his pants. It took more concentration than Dean was happy with, his fingers not cooperating, but a few tries later and Dean had shucked his pants too. Left only in a pair of green boxers, Dean fell back to the bed, climbing on top of Castiel slowly. He took his time moving over the older man's body, just taking in even inch of him. The most obvious thing was, of course, how vastly overdressed he was.
Annoyed, Dean plucked at Castiel's button up shirt and, knowing that Castiel was never going to be able to do it himself nor wanting the take the time with it, Dean pulled it open without bothering with the buttons themselves. Satisfied with the sight before him, Dean lowered his lips to Castiel's chest, pressing against him and simply kissing and licking ever bit he could get at.
"God, you're so fucking perfect," Dean murmured harshly, taking a moment to look up into the other man's lust filled eyes. They were nearly black with his desire, his lips and skin stained red with it. It was almost too much to bear, too much for Dean to handle just then. Almost.
With a surprising amount of strength, Castiel again asserted his control of the situation by yanking Dean up and over him so that Dean was now straddling the man below him.
"C-Cas…" Dean's voice broke and he knew that if he hadn't been already, he was completely and utterly gone now. Unable to help himself, he rubbed himself against the heat between his legs, grinning when Castiel moaned loudly and he felt just how much he was also enjoying this. Still rolling his hips against Castiel, Dean leaned down to kiss his mouth again, snaking his tongue beneath his lips and enjoying how quick the response was.
He really wasn't going to last much longer and he knew it. It was such a strange thing to be this far gone just from kissing and, yeah okay, a hell of a lot of rubbing, but Dean wasn't exactly thinking at the moment. Instead he reached his hand beneath them and began to tug at the button of Castiel's pants. When that didn't work, he leaned back and used both hands. This time he succeeded and oh what a success it was. No longer restrained by the zipper, Castiel's erection sprung nearly free, covered only by his underwear now. Dean quickly rectified that, grasping the other man's erection with more confidence than he probably should have felt considered how little experience he had with this.
Castiel let out a shaky breath, his whole body reacting with a shudder, and bucked up into Dean's hand. Dean smiled down at the cock in his hands, teasingly stroking his thumb over the head. Castiel groaned as if in pain and muttered Dean's name admonishingly. When Dean continued to merely tease, he began to buck more before reaching down and grasping at Dean through his boxers.
Dean gasped, in shock and in pleasure, and then relented. He stroked up and down the other man's erection like he might his own, watching Castiel's face closely and loving the nearly pained expression he saw there. Added to his enjoyment of merely watching Castiel's pleasure, the man in question had managed to snake his hand into Dean's boxers and was currently trying to ring Dean out dry in the most pleasurable way possible.
Considering how near the edge they had been already, it was really no surprise when both men came at nearly the same time, spilling semen onto Castiel's chest and Dean's hand. Panting lightly, Dean looked around for something to wipe him off with, settling on one of the pillows on the bed. Exhausted from a long day, mixed with what they had just done and the effects of the alcohol, Dean lowered himself so that he was still mostly on top of the other man but now with his head on Cas's shoulder and only one leg stretched over him. Castiel placed a wet, yet somehow still pleasant kiss against Dean's forehead before letting his head fall back as well.
He knew he was about to pass out, could feel the blackness coming for him and all Dean could think was how glad he was this had happened. In an odd and very short moment of sobriety before he lost all consciousness, Dean decided that this was how he wanted to fall asleep every night.