Day Six: Wearing Each Other's Clothes

Should he be doing this?

Should he really be wearing Dean's favorite Zeppelin shirt and his overly large sweatpants?

Maybe he should just take them off…

…But they were so, comfortable and worn. Cas was tired of his normal boring white and blue t-shirts. Dean looked so comfortable and, well, sexy, in his worn out t-shirts and tattered jeans. Cas looked in the mirror as he smoothed the shirt over his chest. So what if it was a little too big for him. He looked good in it, and he hoped Dean would think so too…

Cas tentatively opened the bedroom door. He peeked around the corner and saw Dean standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. Cas had just got back from a quick run and had showered. His hair was still damp and the t-shirt stuck to his torso.

Cas breathed in deep; whatever Dean was cooking it smelled delicious. His stomach rumbled as he stepped out of his room.

"Smells good," he said, swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in his throat. Why was he so nervous? It was just clothes.

"Thanks," Dean said without turning around. He added spices to a pot and stirred it with the wooden spoon.

"Pasta?" Cas asked.

"Yeah, is that alright?" Dean asked, still not turning around. Damn…he should just run back to the room while he can and change. This was a stupid idea anyway.

"Um, yeah…that's fine." He started backing away from the kitchen, keeping a close eye on Dean. His heart began to race in his chest when Dean swiveled around on his socks and looked to where Cas was standing.

"What's wrong? Not feeling the-," He paused when he spotted the shirt Cas was wearing. A mixture of emotions flitted across his face. None of them angry…none mad…just confusion, realization, then something Cas wasn't expecting…desire.

Cas fiddled with the hem of the shirt, "I can go change if you want. I just thought-"

Dean shook his head, "No. I mean…it's fine." He licked his lips and his eyes skimmed over every inch of Cas' body before he turned back to his sauce.

Cas was thoroughly confused. Dean wasn't mad, he was excited. It excited him that Cas wore his clothes.

Cas stood awkwardly outside his bedroom door for a minute, until he decided to settle himself on the couch. He propped his bare feet up on the coffee table and flicked through the channels.

Except his mind wasn't worrying about what was on TV, his mind was wandering to Dean. He chanced a glance over to the kitchen and his breath caught in his chest when he saw that Dean was watching him sit there. Maybe Cas misinterpreted Dean's 'desire' for annoyance? Maybe Dean didn't want him in his clothes?

Cas bit his lip as he felt heat rush to his face.

"Shit."

Cas turned his attention to the kitchen where Dean was sucking on his forefinger.

"You okay?" Cas asked, his voice a tad bit shaky.

Dean nodded, finger still in his mouth. He took his finger out and shook it in the air, "Yeah, just got…distracted."

Cas bit back a grin. He knew what distracted him, and Cas was curious.

He set the remote on the table and walked to the kitchen. He came up behind Dean and placed his chin on Dean's shoulder, looking at the sauce and noodles cooking on the stove. He wrapped an arm around Dean, while his free hand picked up the spoon in the pot with the noodles. He took a noodle from the spoon and shook it to cool it off before popping it in his mouth.

Dean watched every move, swallowing hard when Cas looked Dean in the eyes while still chewing the noodle.

Dean looked down to Cas' mouth and licked his lips again. Cas chuckled and ran a thumb over Dean's bottom lip, "Your lips are gunna get chapped if you keep licking them," Cas said, plucking another noodle off the spoon.

This time Dean bit his bottom lip and pushed Cas up against the counter, two hands firmly holding his hips, "Then stop teasing me," he whispered.

Cas' legs shook and if it weren't for Dean's strong hold, he'd probably sink to his knees.

With one hand Dean shut off the stove and put the pots on the back burners; the other hand was firmly on Cas' hip. His thumb had slipped under the shirt and was currently skimming over Cas' hipbone, burning his touch into Cas' skin.

Dean's eyes went to Cas' neck as he swallowed the second noodle. Hunger burned in Dean's eyes. His face was so close to Cas', that he could see the golden brown specs in Dean's eyes, and count the freckles that were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose.

Cas counted six freckles before Dean closed the gap between them, his lips soft and wet against his.

Cas grabbed at Dean's short hair, a bit surprised by Dean's actions. Dean dug his fingers into Cas' hipbones as a response to Cas' eager hands pulling his hair. Cas wondered if there would be bruises there tomorrow.

Dean broke apart first, leaning his forehead against Cas', "Bedroom?" He asked. It was a timid question. Dean looked into Cas' blue eyes, hesitant of Cas' answer.

Cas searched Dean's face. Dean wasn't joking, he wasn't teasing. Dean was serious and it made Cas' stomach clench. They haven't done anything past making out and heavy petting. It's only been about two weeks since they started going out, but Cas was unsure of the rules of dating. Was this too soon? Were they over-do for a session in the bedroom? He decided to trust Dean on his judgment.

Cas nodded jerkily, "What about the food?" Cas glanced over at the pasta on the stove. Dean groaned, looked over at the pasta, and then back at Cas, "Go to the bedroom I'll be there in a minute."

Cas walked on shaky legs to Dean's bedroom. His heart was a jackhammer against his chest. What if he messed up? What if he did something Dean didn't like? What if Dean thought he was so terrible at being a boyfriend that Dean dumps him with their pants down around their ankles?

Cas pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, trying to rid his minds of negative thoughts. This was both their first time with another guy…Cas was sure they were both going to be awful and awkward at it.

Cas jumped when he heard Dean walking down the hallway. He wasn't sure what to do. Sit on the bed? Stand awkwardly in the middle of the room?

Cas chose the bed. He perched on the edge, hands flat on his thighs as Dean entered. Dean didn't bother to close the door. He stood a few feet away from Castiel, watching him, drinking in the sight of Cas in his clothes.

Cas spoke first, "So…how, um-," he rubbed his neck, nervous and unsure of what to do or say.

Dean smiled and in two strides he had Cas' face in his hands, kissing him fiercely.

"You are a wonder, Cas," Dean's kisses trailed along his jawline, "First, you wear my clothes," Dean whispered in his ear, making Cas shudder. "Then you tease me with food." He kissed the taut line of muscle in Cas' neck.

Cas' breathing was quickening and he tried to focus on slowing it down. His head was spinning with Dean's words and touches. He didn't know what to focus on. At that moment Dean put his hands on Cas' shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.

His hands automatically went up to Dean's sides, holding on for support. Dean straddled Cas' legs and bent down to plant more kisses on Cas' neck.

Cas could feel Dean's erection pushing against his own, aching to be freed. He wanted more of Dean touching him, less clothes, more skin. Cas' hips bucked up, yearning for Dean. At the same time Dean rolled his hips down on Cas'. He let out a moan and clutched at Dean's shirt.

"Dean," he breathed, "Please." He wasn't sure what he was begging him for, but all he wanted was Dean. He wanted his lips on him, his hands touching him.

Dean sat up and ran his hands down Castiel's chest, his stomach, until he found the hem of the shirt Cas wore, "You look good in my clothes," he said pulling the shirt over Cas' head. Cas wriggled under Dean's weight. Dean was such a tease.

Cas couldn't wait, he reached down and tried pushing his pants down. Dean didn't miss this movement. He grabbed Cas' wrists, forcing them above his head, "Patience, Cas." He leaned down, kissing away the retort that played on Cas' lips.

Dean's kisses trailed down Cas' torso and to the top of his pants. He hooked his finger into Cas' pants and boxers and pulled them down in one swift movement. The burst of cold air over Cas' exposed skin sent shivers through him. Dean trailed two fingers along the crease where Cas' thighs met his torso. He bucked his hips again, wanting Dean to touch him, begging him.

Dean decided he had teased enough. He grabbed the base of Cas' cock and slowly, achingly he ran his hand along the length, gently twisting his hand. Cas gasped and clutched at the sheets. He squeezed Dean's sides with his knees, holding on to anything he could.

Dean pumped his hand a few more times, and then stopped. Cas pushed his hips into Dean's touch, pleading for him to continue. He looked down at Dean and almost came apart as he saw Dean's head dip down and take Cas in his mouth.

Cas' head fell back onto the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut as Dean's tongue licked the underside of his dick. He moaned loudly as Dean's tongue swirled to the tip, licking off the pre-cum.

Dean's hands had travelled to his balls, cupping them, massaging them in rhythm with his mouth. Cas hitched his hips up at the loss of Dean's mouth fully on him. Dean took all of Cas in his mouth, sucking until Cas came.

Cas' thighs shook against Dean's sides as he clutched them, using them until the pressure of his orgasm subsided.

He unclenched the sheets and laid his hands out on the bed, letting the waves escape through every muscle.

"Dean," he gasped. Dean crawled onto the bed next to Cas, laying on his side.

"Cas," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

"Fuck, that was…that-," he couldn't find the words to describe what he was feeling.

Dean chuckled, "I know," he whispered.

Cas looked into his green eyes and rolled over, curling into Dean's chest. His knee found Dean's crotch and Cas smiled when he found that Dean was still hard.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Cas said, sensually.

Cas went down on him, tearing his clothes off, touching Dean, kissing Dean, and reveling in his moans until he was coming apart in Cas' hands.

Dean held Cas against his chest, an arm draped over his naked hip, legs tangled together. They slept well into the night, both enjoying the warmth of each other's naked bodies.

They woke up in the middle of the night, hungry. They finally got to taste the delicious pasta Dean made. Cas wore Dean's sweatpants and Zeppelin shirt, while Dean borrowed a sweatshirt and shorts from Cas. They really enjoyed wearing each other's clothes now.