...we were merely freshmen...
Castiel couldn't stay still during the day on December 31st. He kept checking the time, distractedly eating lunch with his parents. The hours crept by, slowly getting closer to dinnertime, which was when everyone else would be heading out. Castiel's stomach was full of butterflies. There was a "Doctor Who" marathon on TV but he could not pay attention, and kept pacing and fidgeting. His parents left for their night out, and Dean's parents as well, but Dean's brother was still next door. Castiel felt like he would burst with anticipation.
Finally he saw a car pull up next door. A pretty blonde girl with curls got out of the car. She went to ring the doorbell. Sam opened the door moments later and gave her a hug. Castiel watched as Dean emerged from the front door and watched the two get into the car. He waved and then they drove away.
Castiel ran down the stairs, quickly checking his hair in the mirror. He grabbed the bottle of champagne he had bought earlier in the day. Charlie had made him a fake ID but he never used it to buy alcohol before today. Mainly he used it to get into the 21+ punk and ska shows that Charlie took him to regularly. He locked the front door, making sure he had his key.
Castiel knocked uncertainly on Dean's door. He saw Dean peek out the front window at him. Moments later Dean opened the door.
"Hey man. You brought champagne? Sweet!" Dean grinned. "Did you steal it from your parents' stash?"
"I bought it. With a fake ID." Castiel explained, handing the bottle over.
"Fake ID, huh? My angel's growing up." Dean laughed. Castiel blushed at the nickname. Dean went inside and Castiel followed, noticing how Dean's jeans molded to his ass. The black t-shirt that Dean wore was tightly fitted too, and Castiel swallowed thickly. He was starting get aroused.
Dean put the bottle in the fridge and closed the door. He leaned his back against the fridge.
"So..." Dean looked at Castiel. "Lots of catching up to do." He smiled at Castiel, who felt his insides clench. This was what he had been dreaming of for months: the chance to be with Dean.
Castiel stood awkwardly by the kitchen island. He didn't want to talk, but he did want to know what exactly was going on so he didn't get hurt again.
"Dean..." Castiel began, but Dean was staring at him so intently with those green eyes, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Castiel shook his head.
He tried again, "Dean, we have to talk."
"About what, angel?" He was moving towards Castiel. He put his hands on the island behind Castiel, so he was caught between Dean's outstretched arms. Castiel squirmed. They weren't quite touching but Dean was so close to him. Castiel wanted to kiss him so badly.
"I'm serious, Dean. You really hurt me when you just stopped talking to me after prom night. I thought I was more than a one-night special." Castiel's words came out in a rush before he could lose his nerve. He felt sadness and anger rising as he thought about the months he had wallowed, before school and new friends helped assuage the pain.
Dean looked away. He moved away from Castiel.
"I'm sorry." he said, without looking at Castiel. He rubbed the back of his head with agitation.
"You don't know what you did to me. I was such a mess." Castiel said quietly. He looked at Dean, who still wouldn't meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
"That's all you have to say? Look. That was the best night of my life. Still is. And you acted like it never happened." Castiel accused.
Dean finally looked at him.
"I know. I was a big douche. A fucking idiot. I just freaked out, ok? I was never interested in guys before you. I'm not gay. But that night was awesome for me too. Nothing since has been close to it." He looked ashamed and truly remorseful. Castiel felt like hugging him but stood his ground. His heart also felt a little burst of hope when Dean admitted the night was special to him too.
Dean continued. "I didn't know how to feel, so I just ignored you. It was really tough, but I just had no idea what to do. I was glad when my parents decided to take us on a cross-country driving trip that summer because then I wouldn't have deal with seeing you everywhere."
Castiel waited. Dean scrubbed his face with one hand and sighed.
"Look. It really messed with my head. I enjoyed it but I thought it was just a drunk crazy night. But I couldn't stop thinking about you either. I thought college would help me forget."
"Did it?" Castiel asked unsympathetically. He crossed his arms.
Dean ran his hand through his hair.
"At first, it did. Yeah, I had so many one night stands that I lost count. And those are just the ones I remember. But then I'd see some geeky looking kid that reminded me of you and I'd feel confused again. I never really got trashed when I drank in high school, but liquor is just everywhere on campus, and when I thought of you, I just drank to forget."
"Do you remember texting me on Halloween?"
"Um. The next morning when I looked at my phone and saw the text from you, I realized what I had done and I felt mortified. But it was the truth, angel." Dean looked into Castiel's eyes now.
"And now? Why am I here Dean? Are you going to use me for another one night stand?" Castiel was still crossing his arms, and he leaned against the island. He glared at Dean.
"God, you are sexy when you are mad." Dean sighed.
Castiel refused to be distracted, although he couldn't stop his face from flushing. "Answer the question, Dean."
"Cas...angel..." Dean pleaded. He really did seem sincere. Castiel wanted him to beg. Dean closed the distance between them. He tried to wrap his arms around Castiel but Castiel stiffened at his touch.
"C'mon..." Dean bent his head and buried his face in the space between Castiel's shoulder and neck. Castiel was so close to yielding. Dean weaved his fingers through Castiel's hair. Castiel closed his eyes and leaned into Dean's hand.
"Dean. I need to know." Castiel said gently. He uncrossed his arms and lifted Dean's head from his shoulder gently. They looked into each other's eyes.
"You will never be a one night stand to me." Dean breathed. Castiel reached up to run a hand through Dean's hair. He pulled Dean's face to his and kissed him softly.
"I forgive you." Castiel murmured. Dean closed his eyes with relief. He pulled Castiel close and held him, nuzzling his neck and inhaling his scent. Castiel felt his desire starting to rise again. He rubbed Dean's shoulders and back. Dean sighed contentedly. Castiel tugged on the hair on the back of Dean's head, causing Dean to hum into his neck. Castiel pulled a little harder and the used both hands to move his head up. He cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. They gazed into each other's eyes again. The pacing was excruciating to Castiel but he didn't want to give in so easily.
Dean reached up to remove Castiel's glasses. He placed them gently on the island counter.
"Cas..." Dean said, "I forgot how blue your eyes were." He wrapped his arms around Castiel again. He tangled one hand in Castiel's hair, pulling him in for another kiss.
"You're so beautiful, Cas." Dean moved his hands along Castiel's sides, making him shiver. He slipped them under the edge of Castiel's t-shirt, and his hands touched Castiel's stomach. Castiel sighed at the touch.
"I've missed you Dean. Too much."
"Me too, Cas." Dean moved his hands higher and settled them on Castiel's chest. He gently pinched Castiel's nipples, making Castiel gasp. Dean went in for another gentle kiss, while his hands roamed downward. He rubbed one hand on Castiel's growing erection, making him groan.
"Mmmm." Dean said. "Nobody's home so make all the noise you want." Dean's grin was wicked and Castiel felt his knees weakening and his cock growing stiffer. He reached behind himself and gripped the edge of the island counter. Dean unbuttoned Castiel's jeans and pulled the zipper down. He pulled Castiel's cock out through the flap of his briefs. Then he stood back to admire the view.
"Fuck. I wish I could take a picture. You look so fucking good." Dean raked his gaze over Castiel. He then came back up to Castiel and palmed his cock roughly. He gripped it and stroked a couple times. Castiel moaned loudly.
"I love hearing you, angel." Dean said approvingly. He rubbed Castiel's back. He leaned his forehead on Castiel's while continuing to play with his aching member.
"I'm gonna make you scream tonight." Dean promised. He gave Castiel another wicked smile and squeezed his cock hard. Castiel whimpered. He would let Dean do anything to him tonight.
"Please...Dean..." Castiel was almost begging. Dean reached around put both hands on Castiel's ass.
"Cas..." He sighed. He moved his hands and started pulling Castiel's shirt off. It got caught on the top of Castiel's head, covering his eyes. Leaving the shirt in place, Dean lunged and kissed Castiel hard. Castiel groaned, feeling Dean nip at his mouth, his teeth scraping against his own. Castiel opened up to Dean. Dean ravaged his mouth, thrusting his tongue hard against Castiel's.
Dean stopped to take a breath and whip Castiel's shirt off his head. He stared deep into Castiel's eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. He stroked Castiel's cheek, his hand rasping on a spot that Castiel had missed while shaving. They were both breathing hard. Without breaking his gaze, Dean moved his hands down to Castiel's jeans. He reached inside Castiel's briefs and removed his cock from the front flap he had pulled it through. Then he pulled the underwear and jeans down to Castiel's feet. He took a step back again, surveying Castiel's naked body leaning against the island counter.
"God, I really have to take a picture. So I can look at you anytime, all naked and wrecked. I want a picture so I can jerk off to it when you're not here with me." Dean was trying to fumble for his cell phone.
Castiel felt so wanton. He knew it probably wasn't the best idea but he didn't care. He let Dean take the picture.
"You're such a slut." Dean panted. "And you're all mine, angel." Dean tossed the phone aside and pounced on Castiel.
Castiel closed his eyes with pleasure. Dean was sucking on his neck; there would probably be a bruise tomorrow. Castiel was beyond caring. He needed Dean to touch his cock. He ground his hips against Dean's jeans. Dean took a step back, teasing him.
"Dean..." Castiel pleaded. He reached down to tug on his own cock but Dean stopped him. He grabbed Castiel's wrists.
"You'll come when I want you to, angel." He growled into Castiel's ear. "Do I need to tie you up?"
Castiel shuddered with desire and shook his head.
"Good." Dean grunted. He went back to nuzzling and sucking on Castiel's neck. Castiel moaned without restraint. Dean finally closed his fingers around Castiel and started to stroke him gently, wetting his thumb with the precum that was leaked out of Castiel's slit.
"Mmmm..." Dean purred. "You feel so fucking good, angel." He continued to stroke softly.
Castiel was close to being lost. He had craved Dean's touch for so long. Dean moved down to Castiel's chest and licked one erect nipple. Then he bit down lightly. Castiel sobbed. Dean swirled his tongue around the nipple and then pinched the other one with his free hand. He continued to gently handle Castiel.
Castiel felt frustrated by the soft touch and tried to thrust into Dean's grip. Dean pulled off of his nipple and looked at Castiel, shaking his head. Castiel whined with need.
"Be good. Patience, angel." Dean mouth went to Castiel's other nipple. Castiel closed his eyes and ran his hands through Dean's hair.
Dean started to move down past Castiel's chest, covering his stomach with kisses. He was following the trail of hair along at what he knew was a torturous pace for Castiel. Castiel tried to push Dean's head down. Dean pulled back up and kissed him hard.
"I told you to be patient!" He said roughly, nipping Castiel's ear. He grabbed Castiel's wrists again and made Castiel put his hands behind himself. Castiel put his palms down on the cool granite counter. He wasn't sure he could stand Dean's teasing anymore.
"I'm trying, Dean..." Castiel whimpered.
Dean's eyes flashed with lust. "I love seeing you like this, Cas..." Dean resumed his path down Castiel's body, and Castiel sighed with relief.
Dean was kneeling between Castiel's legs now and had finally reached his cock. Without warning, he took Castiel into his mouth. He carefully moved down the length so Castiel was fully in. Castiel was ready to cry; he wanted to thrust into Dean's wet, hot mouth. He stopped himself though, not wanting to hurt Dean. Clearly Dean had no gag reflex. Dean slid his lips up and down the shaft, and cupped Castiel's balls with one hand. Castiel squirmed a little, feeling ticklish, but soon he was overtaken by the sensation of Dean enveloping him.
Dean used his other hand to squeeze the base of Castiel's cock so he wouldn't come right away. Castiel pushed into Dean's throat. Dean let him thrust, taking his cock willingly. Castiel grabbed the back of Dean's head and pushed it down.
"Dean! Oh my fucking God! Please." Dean knew Castiel rarely swore. He smiled around Castiel's girth and released the hand that was holding the base. Castiel pushed in a couple more strokes and then he was climaxing. He screamed loudly, roughly handling Dean's head and bucking into his mouth, cum hitting the back of Dean's throat. Dean swallowed and looked up at Castiel, his expression smug. He licked his lips, which had been reddened and swollen by Castiel. Castiel slid down the side of the kitchen island, knocking his head back against the wood.
"Fuck." Castiel sobbed, scrubbing his face with his hand.
Dean grinned broadly, "Told you I would make you scream." He winked at Castiel.
Castiel caught his breath. He realized he was still wearing his sneakers. He quickly untied them and took them off, and then kicked off his jeans and briefs. Dean was still fully clothed but Castiel could see the outline of his erection in his tight jeans. Castiel wrapped himself around Dean and kissed him gently. Dean tasted of Castiel. Dean closed his eyes as Castiel softly brushed his face against Dean's cheeks.
Castiel whispered in Dean's ear. "I want you inside me." Dean opened his eyes and felt a surge of lust pass through his body.
"Uh..um, seriously, Cas?" Dean asked huskily.
Castiel nodded. He looked at Dean guilelessly.
"Holy fuck." Dean groaned. He grabbed Castiel bodily and cradled him in his arms. "I'm taking you upstairs."
Dean lifted Castiel easily. Castiel automatically put his arms around Dean's neck. He felt nervous but he wanted to do this. He wanted Dean.
They reached Dean's room, which was half closed. Dean kicked it the rest of the way open and placed Castiel on the bed.
"You really sure?" Dean asked again. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I trust you, Dean." Castiel answered. He lay back on the bed. Dean scrambled to get the lube. Castiel looked so vulnerable to him, lying there naked and waiting. Dean couldn't believe this was happening. He slowly removed his jeans and t-shirt, looking at Castiel the whole time. Castiel gasped when Dean removed his boxers, his erection springing free.
"I don't deserve you." Dean murmured, stroking his own cock while admiring Castiel. He climbed up on the bed next to Castiel. Gently, he eased Castiel's legs open. He grabbed a pillow and settled it under Castiel's hips. He stroked the insides of Castiel's thighs with the backs of his hands, then rubbed them with his palms soothingly.
"I'm going to take it slow, Cas. I want you to be completely ready when I finally fuck you." Dean said dazedly, his eyes half lidded. Castiel groaned and closed his eyes.
"Relax, baby." Dean ghosted his hand over Castiel's member, causing it to stir again. Dean maneuvered Castiel up higher on the bed, then knelt on the bed between his legs. Castiel felt Dean positioning himself, and he tensed up waiting to see what Dean would do next. His eyes were still closed when Dean kissed his cock and then nuzzled his balls. Dean continued downward and then spread Castiel's ass cheeks. He blew lightly on Castiel's opening, causing him to gasp. Then he plunged his tongue into Castiel, who shouted with surprise and pleasure.
"Dean!" Castiel exclaimed. He was feeling crazy. He fisted his hands into the sheets while Dean continued licking and thrusting his tongue inside. Castiel opened his eyes and looked at Dean down between his legs. He had never seen anything more amazing and beautiful.
When Castiel's hole was wet and slick with his saliva, Dean pulled away and gently probed with one finger. Castiel blew out a breath, while Dean slowly worked him open. Dean added lube to his fingers and then started going with two fingers. Castiel breathed through the sensation, it was pleasurable but also painful.
"Goddamn. You are so fucking tight." Dean grunted, while slicking his fingers in and out. He scissored them gently to get Castiel wider. Another finger went in and Castiel moaned. Dean continued his motions at a slow pace. Then he had all 4 fingers inside Castiel. Castiel was fully hard again. He wanted friction on his cock but he focused on the feel of Dean's fingers, thick and insistent against his walls. Dean pushed up gently and Castiel felt a jolt of pleasure.
"You alright, angel?" Dean asked tenderly. He looked up at Castiel, who was completely wrecked at this point. "Is it ok if we keep going?"
Castiel could barely speak. "D-Dean. Yes..."
Dean's fingers sped up and Castiel grunted against the burning pressure. Dean removed his hand and then kissed Castiel softly.
"I think you're ready." Dean smiled. Castiel nodded his consent.
Dean got back up and added more lube to Castiel's hole and then generously slicked his cock with another palmful. He positioned himself at Castiel's opening. Castiel kept his eyes on Dean's as he pressed against him. Dean was trying to be as gentle and slow as possible, but it was difficult to hold back. His cock was pulsing with desire. He pushed in, and looked a question at Castiel.
Castiel nodded again. "Please Dean. I'm ready." Dean continued to push, letting Castiel get used to his length and girth. The head slipped in and Castiel moaned. Dean kept going, the rest of his cock going in more easily after the head.
"Holy holy. You are so hot and tight and perfect." Dean rambled. He reached up to caress Castiel's face. "My perfect angel."
Dean started to slide in and out now, and Castiel gripped the sheets tighter. He increased the pace and Castiel enjoyed the pressure and the burn. Dean looked Castiel in the eyes, but then shut them.
"God, your eyes. Fuck, they make me want to come every time." Dean managed.
"Please, Dean." Castiel moaned.
"Please what?" Dean grunted.
"Come inside me." Castiel commanded, his eyes blazing into Dean's.
Dean obeyed readily. "Fuck! I'm coming!" He shouted. He made incoherent noises as he pumped into Castiel. He angled his cock so it pushed up against Castiel's sensitive spot. Dean thrust hard and filled Castiel with his cum. He kept moving as he finished his orgasm, pressing insistently inside Castiel, and then Castiel was spurting hot, thick cum on his own stomach.
"Dean! Oh my God!" Castiel cried, screaming with pleasure.
Dean collapsed against Castiel, putting his arms around him and his head on Castiel's chest. He could hear Castiel's heartbeat racing, and then slowly coming down to a normal rate.
When they had both caught their breath, Dean stretched up to kiss Castiel lovingly.
"You felt heavenly." He sighed.
"Dean..." Castiel answered. I love you, he thought.
He glanced at the clock. 12:12AM. Remembering the date, he said, "Happy new years, Dean."
Dean laughed. "Guess I got my kiss and then some, this year. Happy new years, Cas." After resting a few more moments, Dean got up and went to get a towel, and cleaned up the mess. He lay back down next to Castiel.
"My angel." He said drowsily. They lay nose to nose, gazing at each other. Dean yawned. His eyes were slipping closed. Castiel heard his breathing deepen. Castiel wondered if he should leave before the morning. He was asleep before he could decide.