Title: Blue Lace

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Twink!Cas being forced to participate in his church's Christmas pageant then making Dean do it with him and he's wearing lacy blue panties under his angel costume. Bright blue ones so Dean can see them through the white costume then Dean rims him while he leans over the bathroom sink.

Notes: Unbeta'd

Dean decided right then, as he was staring at his costume for the Christmas pageant, that he hated Castiel's body.

Well, he might needed to amend that a little. He hated Castiel's bodies influence on him.

Yeah, that sounded better.

Cas brushed his lips against his neck and sunk down on his cock and Dean was putty in his hands. Literally. Fucking hell.

And low and behold Cas had harnessed that power and had somehow convinced Dean to play a part in the Christmas pageant at the local church his father was the pastor of. Not that his father had any idea of what went on in Cas' bedroom – and many semi-public places including the backseat of the Impala, bathroom of the school, and of course who could forget that one time in the back room of the church it's self. That time had been fun.

"Dean, are you ready?" Cas poked his head around the doorway, fake halo raised a little above the crown of his head.

Dean sighed, running his hands once more over his costume. "Yeah, remind me why I agreed to this again."

Cas just smiled, "Because you love me. Now, come on!" He pulled back from the doorway, running down the hallway. His bare feet pounded on the floor, and Dean sighed one more time hoping for amazing sex later.

"Push Mary, push!" Dean spoke, clutching some random girls shoulders who was playing Mary. He heard the girl scream three times in quick succession before the girl playing the mid-wife reached under the blanket and pulled out the baby doll. She made it scream before wrapping it up in a blanket and handing it back to the girl playing Mary. He really needed to learn that girl's name.

He saw Cas come forward, long while robe and sword trailing the ground. "God has blessed this child, for he is the son of God and the messiah. You shall name him Jesus."

Dean watched as Castiel recited his lines, Dean's eyes trailing down his body appreciatively. A dark spot caught his eyes near his groin area. It was light blue, and almost looked like he just forgot to take off his boxer shorts.

Holy shit.

Those were panties.

Dean felt his mouth go dry and mind blank. Cas was wearing panties. Light blue panties. Again, holy shit.

Castiel looked over at him a moment later, taking in his shocked expression and smirked. Smug bastard.

Something jabbed him under his ribs, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. "Your line," The girl that elbowed him hissed.

"Thank you, God, for out Messiah. May your child live prosperous." Dean recited quickly, eyes still on Castiel. Castiel winked at him when he caught Dean's eye, moving center stage to recite his next line.

The rest of the play was a blur of crappy acting, poor writing, and terrible special effects.

By the time the audience was applauding Dean was already grabbing Castiel's hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

When Dean finally got in the bathroom, lock clicking loudly in the concrete room, he had Castiel pressed against eh door, mouth slotted together.

He trailed his tongue along Castiel's lower lip, Cas opening his mouth on instinct. Dean plunged his tongue in, swirling around, licking the top platelet of his mouth. He ravaged Cas' mouth, claiming instinct going wild.

He pulled back a moment later, panting softly. "You," Dean said, one hand yanking up the robe. "You are wearing panties," Dean finished, finally pulling up the robe to Cas' stomach. He dropped to his knees in from of him.

Dean looked up at him, Cas' eyes were half-lidded, lips bruised red. He was panting harshly, one hand pressed against the wall, the other wrapped around the door handle. Dean finally looked down at Cas' groin, light blue fabric pulled tight over his hard-on. The head of his cock was poking out of the fabric, leaking pre-cum like a facet. He was fucking beautiful.

"You gonna do anything about it?" Cas asked, cock but slightly breathless. His hand came to fist in Dean's hair, tugging at it to get Dean closer to his aching arousal.

Dean contemplated about it for a moment, his fingers trailing over the lace near the bottom of the panties. He pulled back a second later, smirk forming on his lips. "Go bend over the sink, ass in the air, robe off."

Castiel's breath caught, a shudder running through his body. He rushed to comply, yanking the robe over his head, dropping it as he ran to the sinks. He bent over the first one, hand gripping the sides.

Dean took a moment to appreciate the sighed, his twink boyfriend's ass displayed proudly. He stalked over after a second, one hand palming his cheeks. Dean bend over him, chest plastered to his back, mouth to his ear. "Stay still and quiet. Don't want your Dad to hear," He chuckled softly, breath ghosting over Cas' ear.

He dropped to his knees again, fingers trailing down his thighs, dragging the panties down with him. Dean reached back up, spreading Cas' cheeks apart. He gazed at Cas' hole, pretty pink and fluttering in excitement. He leaned forward, tongue circling the rim.

Castiel gasped, his exhale coming out in more of a moan in what sounded like a Dean's name. Dean smiled, repeating the motion again. He pulled the cheeks apart further, pulling back just for a second to speak. "Keep quiet," Dean said before burying his face, desperately making out with Cas' hole, tongue flickering wildly inside of him.

Castiel moaned, grinding against Dean's face. His hands tightened around the rim of the sink, knuckles completely white.

"Dean, please," Castiel gasped out after a few minutes, still shamelessly grinding.

Dean pulled back again, fingers still digging in Cas' cheeks. "Please what?" Dean asked tauntingly, moving back to run his tongue over the rim of his sopping wet hole.

"Please make me come, please," Cas babbled, his eyes firmly shut against eh onslaught of pleasure.

"Only cause you asked so prettily." Dean responded, tongue going back to its place. Dean brought one hand to Cas' cock, fisting him quickly.

He tugged three times before Cas screamed, his release painting against the wall in strips. Cas panted, hips still rocking while Dean stood up. Dean washed off his hand in the other sink, running a paper towel under the water quickly.

Cas stood up, looking unsteady and slightly dazed with his panties still around his tights. Dean smiled fondly, setting the paper towel against the sink for a moment. He walked back over to Cas, pulling up his panties over his softened dick. He kissed him chastely, hand running through Cas' hair.

"Come on baby, let's clean up," Dean whispered softly. Cas just nodded, going to pick up his robe while Dean cleaned the cum off of the wall.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" Cas slurred, gesturing to Dean's erection while one hand straightened his halo.

Dean smiled and shook his head. "You can make it up to me later."

Cas just gave him a predatory grin.