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This chapter is basically all smut, with just a dash of plot at the end. Because I'm evil, okay.
When they finally got back from the picnic and to Dean's house, it was seven in the afternoon. Dean frowned at the time, not wanting the day to end so early. He knew, however, that inviting Cas inside could leave the wrong impression. I mean, he did want Cas, but he didn't want to pressure him into anything, and offering to let him come inside might give him the wrong message and put something there that shouldn't have been.
So, in the end, he decided that he would invite Cas in to watch the second Star Wars movie, and hope he didn't take the invitation the wrong way.
"So, Cas," Dean started, standing outside his door. "You've only seen one of the Star Wars, do you wanna come in and watch the second? I mean, I still have some tea left over from the Christmas party, too, if you want."
"Of course. I don't have anything else I was planning on doing, so I see no reason to decline." Cas says. Dean sits up a little straighter as he unlocks his door, gesturing for Cas to come inside.
He went to the DVD player and started digging through his movies, mumbling to himself as he attempted to find the right one. His eyes scanned the untouched sets and he cringed; he really needed to organize his dang movies, geez. It was then that he realized that Cas was probably feeling slightly awkward, just standing there.
"Hey, if you want to, you can go and make some tea. I mean, you've been here before, you know where stuff is, right?" Dean asked, turning around. Cas nodded his head before turning and stalking into the kitchen. Dean had the brief and ridiculous thought that Cas almost looked like a cat just then, silently doing as he pleased while his owner was busy. He shook the thought off and went back through the DVDs, finally finding the one.
He raised it in triumph before he popped open the DVD player and stuck it in. Still in the slot was the first Star Wars, since he hadn't actually watched anything new since Cas had been over for Christmas. He carefully put it back in the case and replaced it with the second, placing the first at the very front of his movie collection. Heck, he was going to organize his dang movie collection later, so he might as well get a good start on the project. Star Wars obviously deserved to be at the front of the line.
He turned around and found Cas slinking back with two large and steaming cups of tea. Before he could even ask what the second one was for, it was placed gently in his hands. He doesn't typically drink tea, but he thinks it would be rude to refuse the offer, so he takes a sip. It tastes of herbs and honey, and though he doesn't drink it much, he thinks he might have found a favourite tea.
"Are you ready?" He asks, lowering himself down onto the couch. He did it slow and carefully, as to avoid spilling the warm, delicious concoction in his hands. He actually wonders if Cas has taken a cooking class; first the cake and now the pie, and tea. (Though he supposes that tea wouldn't actually be taught in a cooking class, anyways, and the idea itself is honestly a little unlikely now that he thinks about it).
"As ready as I'll ever be." Cas says, sitting down next to him. The entire couch is open and empty, but he chooses to sit with his hip lightly touching Dean's. Dean tries to keep his focus on the movie, not on the absolutely beautiful heat radiating from his side, but he can't keep himself occupied for long. Soon, he's very gently, and very slowly, so slowly that he himself doesn't even realize it, leaning against Castiel. Cas simply scoots closer and leans back, leaving them essentially snuggling on the couch as the movie plays. Somewhere in the time, Cas's feet come up off the floor to tuck behind him.
The screen flashed as lightsabers clashed and Dean slowly started to lean the other way. Cas followed him, and through a series of somewhat complicated and subtle adjustments, Dean was laying down, both or their tea cups were on the floor, and Cas was eagerly watching the movie from on top of him. It was warm and comfortable and everything Dean could have asked for. Cas made a mighty fine blanket.
Soon, Dean felt himself begin to tire. It had been a long day, and he was used to going to bed around this time. So, without his knowledge, his eyes shut and slowly the world dimmed.
As his vision came back, things seemed a little... off. Maybe it was the fact that the clock was now pointing to two, and AM or PM wouldn't make sense right then, or maybe it was the hand slowly working it's way down his pants, making him shudder.
"What's-" He choked out. His lips were soon covered by Cas's, hot and insistent.
"Shhh, Dean, wanna make you feel good." Cas mumbled. Dean thought it was slightly out of character, but he wasn't going to complain. Right at the moment, he honestly didn't care. Especially not when Cas's hand very slowly and very carefully wrapped around his length and started to slowly pump- and hey, if he didn't know where his clothes went or how they got off in the first place, who was to blame him?
"Cas," He mumbled, arching up into the hand. Cas pressed light kisses all along his neck as his hand continued to work, pumping and squeezing Dean's throbbing member. "Oh, Cas," Dean repeated, in a daze.
He felt his shoulder being shaken, and the erotic scene slowly faded away. He startled as his eyes flickered open, to reveal the screen still playing the Star Wars credits, and Cas, fully clothed, laying on top of him. His eyebrows knitted together as he began to slowly process what had happened- He had been watching TV with Castiel, they had been weirdly snuggling, he had drifted off, and he must have had a wet dream. It was fine; he didn't feel wet, so at least it wasn't embarrassing. There was no way Cas would notic-
"You were mumbling my name in your sleep." Cas said. Cas shifted his weight, just a little bit, and Dean was suddenly aware of the massive hard-on he'd gotten from the dream. His face was absolutely on fire as Cas's eyes went upwards, and came back down as he put together the puzzle pieces. You could practically hear the small 'click' as he realized what had happened.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry man," Dean started, squirming around some himself. It was then that he realized he should really stop moving, because holy crap rubbing up against Cas's leg wasn't helping the situation.
"It's fine. You should know that I dream about you, too. It's a natural part of sleeping, you can't actually control-"
"Okay, please. You telling me that you have wet dreams about me too isn't really helping my situation right now. I'm trying to kill this boner before I end up with blue balls later." Dean admits. Cas's head just tilts, the most innocent move Dean has seen in his life, and he closes his eyes, trying to concentrate on getting rid of the mental image. However, Cas shifted his leg, and Dean was lost.
"If you'd like, I could help you with your problem, Dean." Cas clarifies. Dean's eyes re-open then, to gaze into Cas's. They're lust-filled, practically undressing him, and Dean unconsciously licks his lips. He notes then that there is, in fact, a growing bulge pressing up against his leg, coming from Cas's pants.
"Oh god, yes, I'd like that." Dean says, letting his head fall back as he blinks, hard. He opens his eyes again when Cas grabs at him through the fabric, slowly hardening himself. Dean's mouth falls open silently as Cas slowly rubs through his clothes, and he's trying to think straight, which is a little hard at the moment. He doesn't know what Cas has in mind, but he'd like to find out. Truthfully, though, he knows that at this point he'd be okay with just about anything expected of him.
"Dean, do you have any lubrication? I'm going to try and do something I read about once, in a fanfiction." Castiel inquired, his hand leaving the bulge. Dean nods, shifting a bit. As he did, Cas's knees lost their purchase, and suddenly, their cocks were pressed together through clothes. It took Dean a minute to stop panting.
"Yes, it's in the bedroom though." Dean admits. Cas looks slightly put off as he slides off of Dean, his feet making way to the floor as he stands. He stretches a little bit, and gestures towards the bedroom.
"It will be easier to just do it here, but I'm not sure as to whether or not it would be invading your personal space if I retrieved it myself." Cas said. Dean got up then, swinging his feet off the couch and standing. He paused to give Cas a kiss, humming in approval as a tongue was thrust roughly against his own. As they pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connected their lips.
"I'll go get it. I'll be right back." Dean mumbles. He lets his hand subtly brush up against Cas's bulge as he walks out of the room, and he feels the hungry eyes that are glued to the back of his neck as he forces himself to walk rather than run into the bedroom.
Once he's there, he frantically dashes to the nightstand and opens it up, bringing out some strawberry-scented stuff he bought a couple of months ago. It wasn't the most manly (or arousing) of smells, but he was honestly too turned on to care right then. He forced himself, again, to walk back into the room, and is glad when he returns to find Cas standing in exactly the same place, palming himself through his pants as he waits for Dean to get back.
"Took you long enough. Come over here and sit down, on the couch." Cas instructs. Dean saunters over and plops himself down, finding himself face first with Castiel's bulge. He wonders briefly if he's going to learn how to give a blowjob right then, pushing down the wave of panic at the thought, and clears his throat. He pretends like he doesn't feel a wave of relief go through him as Cas straddles him, his knees sinking down against the couch before he slowly shifts back in Dean's legs, sinking down a bit.
Dean naturally feels his knees part, and suddenly, their crotches are together again. He lets out a small, wet gasp as the feeling, trying not to make any more embarrassing sounds as Cas reaches forward and gently glides his zipper down, and his cock into the cold air. He grits his teeth as Cas reaches down and unzips his own pants, letting his own glorious member free of its constricting confines.
Dean hisses as Cas's cock slowly slides against his. It's dry and burns a little, but he gets the idea now and knows that'll be fixed soon. The sound of the lube bottle uncapping rings in his ears, and as Cas does that, he takes his shirt off, not wanting to get anything on it.
Cas sees this and carefully slips his shirt over his head with the hand not holding the bottle of lube, being careful not to get any of the lube on his shirt as it runs over his hand. Dean takes a second to admire his perfectly sculpted chest and arm muscles before the scent of strawberries hits him, and he doesn't know how, but suddenly that's a real turn-on. Especially when Cas's hand comes down to briefly coat his own cock before wrapping around Dean's, a couple of fond pumps leaving him plenty wet.
Their cocks press together again, and Cas wipes his hand on his pants, not caring. As soon as he was dry, that same hand came up to clutch at the couch behind Dean as Cas slowly began to roll his hips, making their cocks glide against each other. Dean lets out a small groan, letting his hips cant upwards, and very small sounds of reassurance come from Cas.
Dean looks up at the man on top of him, and suddenly, there are insistent lips pressed against his, as Cas's hips continue to move. Dean is just starting to really feel good, his cockhead swollen and sensitive as Cas moved against him.
"Feels so good, Cas." Dean mumbles against his lips. He lets his head fall back as Cas moves again, and his dick gives a throb against Cas's. Cas lets out his own small, defeated groan as he feels the pulse, his rhythm increasing to reflect his pleasure. His head falls forward and against Dean's neck, right at the juncture, right where Dean's smell seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, and he gave a small lick to the skin.
He began to slowly suck, humming as his hips rocked back and forth, lips working against skin to leave a delicate purple bruise, marking Dean as his own. Dean let go at this point, letting out small pants, listening to the wet slide of skin on skin and matching it in rhythm with occasional moans and movements. His hands came up to grip Castiel's shoulder blades, fingers slowly tracing the muscle he found there as he was slowly worked higher and higher, feeling better and better.
Cas finally pulled away from his hickey, and his forehead rested on Dean's, reminiscent of what they had done in the movie theatre. Dean flashes back to then, thinking about how it was just as hot then, but now, he had Cas all to himself. He let his hands slip down Cas's back and moved to grope his ass, causing Cas's rhythm to falter slightly as he got over the small surprise. Soon enough, though, he was back to the rhythm, circling and circling, precum beading on the tips of both of their arousals.
Cas finally snaked a hand down and wrapped it around both of them, beginning to pump up and down and up and down. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and sex and strawberries as they were slowly pumped against each other, Cas stopping to rub his thumb over the head of their erections. Dean let out a small whine before giving up and throwing his head back, moaning.
"Cas, faster," He gruffly demanded, leaning forward to place wet and sloppy kisses all over Cas's face. Castiel complied, letting out his own groan of Dean's name as he tightened his fist, bringing their cocks closer together. Dean shifted his hips, several times, trying desperately to achieve the friction that both of them so craved.
Cas went faster and faster as both of them felt climax approaching, his grip tightening around them as he found himself closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold on just a little bit longer, but Cas groaned his name roughly, and suddenly, the whole world was pleasure.
He cried out Cas's name as he climaxed, cum coming in long white spurs and smearing on Cas's dick, their bare chests, and a small bit on the couch. Cas came about halfway through Dean's orgasm, his own release coating both of them as well. Dean was panting and sweaty and entirely fucked out, body still pleasantly humming from the aftershock of the orgasm.
Cas lifted his hand to his face, covered in the mixture of their cum, and licked a stripe through it. It was a pretty damn good thing that Dean had just gotten off, because if he hadn't, he'd be hard again in seconds. Cas didn't even do it like he meant it to be sexy; it seemed as casual as licking syrup off of your hand.
"Dude, that's hot as hell." Dean admits, pointing to Cas's hand.
"Thank you. I suppose it would be your job now to go and retrieve a wash cloth to clean up with, though." Cas said, standing up. Dean nodded his head, tucking his softened dick back into the confines of his pants before he walks away, going to get something to clean both of them up with.
The next day, Dean talks with his Guild about his relationship with Cas.
"Guys," This really isn't the best time to bring it up, as they're in the treasure caves again and he doesn't want to make them distracted, "I think I have something I need to tell you about." Because, fuck it, he wasn't honestly going to find a better time.
"What is it, Dean?" Charlie questions, hitting the troll they had just been working on. He paused, thinking through his words. The exactly right ones don't come for a little while, and he can sense everyone getting slightly frustrated at his silence.
"Come on, bozo, you didn't forget how to speak, did you?" Jo demands. Dean takes a deep breath.
"Well, you remember what happened with me and Cas at the Christmas party, right?" He starts, then scolds himself. Of course they remember, he's heard tons of jokes about it ever since then. Most of them had been 100% accurate and it was just the Guild's way of showing that they loved him, (they show emotions in awfully funny ways sometimes) but that seemed like a stupid question.
"What, your homo show? No, we all forgot about it." Ash said, ever the sarcastic one. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yes, that. Well, me and Cas have sort of come to an agreement that we're gonna do more of that. A lot more of that." He admits. There's dead silence from all ways, and suddenly, Dean feels a little bit alone in this. Charlie finally unfreezes and kills the troll, leaving them all free to talk, as long as nobody moves any closer to the caves.
"Well good for you, my man." Jo breaks the silence, and Dean can hear the shrug on the other side, "I was wondering when you'd put on your big boy panties and come out of the closet."
What? Okay, Dean had never worn- Okay, once. He'd done just about anything once, though, so he assumed it didn't really count.
"Okay, you totally have to let him come along with us on a mission though, so we can see his gaming skills. We have to approve or else he can't have your hand in marriage." Charlie jokes. There's a collective chuckle, and Dean's glad that everyone is so accepting, despite the fact that the mention of marriage is a little bit jarring.
"Alright, alright. I doubt the marriage proposal will happen any time soon, but I'll see if I can have him over in the next few nights to play."