Another two-day chapter, bow to your queen. Another quick reminder that once school starts I will NOT be able to update so quickly. But for now I'm gonna spoil you guys.
This story will *probably* have five more chapters, according to the rough draft in my head. So, yeah. Drawing to a close. Tell all your friends. I'm going to work on trying to make a graphic or something to advertise it when it's done. If somebody wants to do fanart or something please be my guest? Like I would love you 5ever. But it's okay if nobody can, I'll just make the graphic and stuff.
This chapter is unbelievably emotionally fluffy towards the end, and there will be a small time skip to the next chapter. After that, the time skips for the rest of the fic will be long and sporadic.
Cas quickly got into the groove, unzipping Dean's pants with his teeth. Dean let his head fall back on the couch, mainly because he didn't want to have to deal with looking down at the moment. He was trying to maintain whatever shred of self-control he had left in his body.
"Dean." Cas said. Dean forced his chin downwards, looking at Cas. Cas was silent for a few moments, as if gauging his reaction. "I need you to decide something. When we do sleep together, are you going to be top or bottom?"
Dean had his mind swimming with, what does this have to do with anything?, but figured it best not to ask. He mulled the question over in his head for a couple of moments, until he was sure that the answer he had come up with was the one he wanted. Honestly, with Cas, he could see himself enjoying both sides of the process. "Well, honestly, I thought we could do both? Like, trade?"
Cas thinks about this for a moment before he nods, looking pleased with the decision. He smiled and looked up at Dean through his eyelashes as he leaned down and slowly mouthed along the other man's clothed shaft, enjoying the soft noise of pleasure he received in return. He reached up and started to pull off Dean's pants, and Dean let him. Everything felt just a couple of degrees hotter than it had before, so Dean sits up a little and decides to take off his shirt. Pretty soon, the boxers were the only thing left to go.
Cas seemed absolutely set on torturing him. He leaned down and mouthed all along Dean's bulge again, before coming back up and beginning to plant light kisses on his stomach. Cas's hands were controlling and firm as they held Dean's hips down against the mattress, making Dean want to beg for this. He slowly pulls the waistband of Dean's boxers upwards with his teeth, before lowering it back down again.
Dean's about to tell him to get the fuck on with it, when Cas lightly slips his tongue through the slit in his boxers. He feels the lightest, wettest touch of a tongue on skin, and it feels like his skin is alive with sensation like he's never experienced before. Dean lets out a small groan and Cas feels encouraged, lightly stroking his cock through the underwear with the tip of his tongue. Dean thinks that if Cas doesn't get down to business pretty fucking soon, he's going to cum in his underwear and make a big mess out of everything.
Finally, after what feels like hours of the gentle and partially wet touches through or underneath the fabric, he's rock hard and throbbing, and sick of the wait. "Cas, please."
Cas looks up at him, smiling just the smallest bit. Like those were the words he'd been waiting to hear since the day he was born, and Dean was exactly the right one to give them to him. He finally stops being such a fucking tease and his hand, previously grasping Dean's hip, moves up a few inches and pulls the boxers down.
It's slightly awkward, Cas sliding off of Dean's body so that the boxers can come off all the way, leaving Dean naked as a baby. Cas does him a favour and takes his own shirt off, allowing Dean to admire the way his shoulders roll as he's crawling back up, intent in his eye as he eyes Dean's fully erected cock. Dean resists the urge to comment on just howpredatory Cas looked just then, how it was doing things to his body he didn't know how to describe, but he couldn't. God, no, he couldn't.
Cas finally reached back to his goal, throwing an arm around Dean's waist in the vain hope of keeping his bucking under control, at least at first. He reached up with one hand and grasped Dean's dick at it's base, making sure he wasn't going to cum too early. His lips very slowly, (those plump, swollen, pink lips Dean had admired so often) very carefully, wrapped around the head of Dean's cock.
Dean felt like he could cum right then and there (of course, he could have held it in had he wanted to), but Cas's hand was preventing it. His hands reached down to desperately grasp something, and he ended up with his fists in Cas's sex hair. He let out a loud, tantalizing groan as Cas slowly slipped down his dick, hot and wet and so fucking perfect for him. Cas's tongue did the same thing as it had before, tracing small lines and shapes on Dean's dick all the way down.
Dean bites his lip, throwing back his head in shock at just how fucking good it felt. He hit the back of Cas's throat, but Cas kept going. His sensitive cockhead was entirely buried in Cas's throat, and he no longer had any check whatsoever on the sounds escaping him.
He made small sounds of pleasure, short and erratic pants, as he finally bottomed out. Cas had taken all of him down, apparently lacking a gag reflex to tell him to do otherwise. Dean struggled to keep his hips in place, (Cas's arm thrown across his hips helps a little, but he knows he could buck him if he tried) and runs his hands repetatively through Cas's hair, until something occurred to him. Girls liked it... Maybe Cas would like it if-
Dean gave a soft yet stern pull to Castiel's hair, causing his member to move the slightest bit in his mouth. Cas gasps a little bit, his eyes already hooded with lust, but somehow becoming even hazier. Dean can't even think through all the hormones coursing through him, and then Cas lets out the sweetest, most wonderful moan he'd ever heard. The vibrations caressed his flesh, and he let out a strangled cry as he let his hips buck upwards, making Cas's throat temporarily squeeze his shaft.
"Oh, god, Cas," He moans, yanking on Cas's hair again. Cas's eyes are shut tightly from a mixture of concentration and arousal, and Dean doesn't think he can take much more of this torture. He needs Cas to start moving, bobbing his head, something or he's gonna go insane.
That's when Cas pulled off, leaving a trail of saliva and Dean feeling unbearably hot. A small whine of protest (that Sam will never, ever know about, so help him god) escaped his parted lips, and Cas looked absolutely fucked out. When he spoke, his voice was even scratchier than usual.
"I want you to fuck my mouth, Dean." He said, leaning (almost affectionately) against Dean's hand. Dean felt a small bit of precum leak from his tip at the very thought, and obediently nodded his head over and over again, until Cas's lips finally return to just where he wanted them. Dean thinks he's in heaven this time as Cas bottoms out, then raised up a couple of inches to let Dean have room.
The hand laying across Dean's hips raises up and comes back down to support him, and Dean almost can't control that his hips bucked up right then. He gives Cas's hair a tug, slowly rolling his hips forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards, his cockhead squeezed by Cas's constricting throat. He let out a long moan as he thrust in again, hands fisting tight.
"Cas, god, yes. Do you like this?" Dean demanded, testing his theory further. He was met with a small moan as his cock shoved into Cas's throat yet again, drawing a small choking sound from the other male. Dean gave a pause before his next thrust, ensuring Cas was okay before he began again, increasing the pace a little bit. He was so hot and pulsing, he could hardly control himself from just giving up control and just rutting relentlessly into the tight heat.
"You're such a cockslut." He continued. Cas's eyes drifted up and met his, full of passion and longing, and Dean knew that Cas was loving the dirty talk. Castiel proved it to him by tightening his throat, and adjusting his tongue to where Dean glid against it on every thrust inward. Dean throws his head back and lets out a long groan, begging himself to hold out just a little longer, for Cas's sake if anything else.
Soon, the burning has become too much, and he can't take it anymore. He loses his rhythm, bucking and thrusting into Castiel's mouth harder than before as he feels it approach. He cums down Cas's throat, feeling the resulting echo of pleasure shoot up his spine and through to the very tips of his toes, until he's finally done and Cas has swallowed every last bit of seamen.
Dean hardly had time to process exactly what Cas's loud moan during it had meant.
Cas pulls away and sits up sharply, looking surprised to look down and see that his pants and underwear are wet and sticky, covered in seamen from his own untouched member. Even though Dean literally just got off, his dick twitched with interest once he realized exactly what that had meant.
He'd made Cas cum, entirely untouched. Just my dirty-talking him and mouth-fucking him, he made him pop his top. Dean thinks he probably shouldn't feel as much pride in the sentiment as he does, but can't really bring himself to care. He grabs Cas's shoulders and pulls him in, unsuspecting, for a big and sloppy kiss right on the lips.
Cas freezes up initially, before finally relaxing and leaning into the kiss. He lets Dean's tongue slowly press into his mouth, tasting some of himself there. He revels in the feeling of Dean's hands slowly and surely traveling all over his body, even cupping his still warm, seed-covered crotch. Cas pulls away and looks deeply into his eyes, and he decides to be blunt and honest about things. "I'm a little overwhelmed. I've never done that before without being touched- sometimes for prolonged periods of time."
Dean lets out a little laugh. He felt a little bit proud, again, before he finally looks Cas in the eyes again. "Dude, you obviously have a fettish."
Cas looks a little bit confused, but doesn't ask anything so Dean decides it's not the time to explain it. He just leans forward and connects their mouths again, leaving sweet and loving kisses all over Cas's face and neck as soon as they pull away. He picks a nice space just below the collar bone and gives a nice, hard suck, marking Cas as his.
"Do you want me to go and make us some tea?" Dean asked, finally pulling away. Cas looks at him, his eyebrows pulled together and scowling a little bit, as if the whole situation had just gotten that much stranger for him by Dean being nice. He feels slightly offended and makes a mental note to be sweet to Cas more often, because his boyfriend deserves it. "You could probably use some, before we get back to the plan. Actually, now that I think about it, we could both use some recoup time."
His phone buzzed against the table, but he ignored it as Cas shook his head yes, getting up and walking merrily to the kitchen. He plopped two tea bags in, put in honey, waited a few minutes to make sure the tea would be strong enough, before he finally removed the bags, bringing the cups back over to Cas.
"Your phone rang a second time. You may want to consider checking it." Castiel mumbled. He looked down, frowning. "These clothes are quite uncomfortable with my seamen about to leak out of them. Do you have something I could change into?" Cas asked. Dean nodded his head, setting down his drink and holding up a finger. He immediately disappeared from the room, down the hallway and to his own.
He grabbed a pair of torn and frayed jeans (one that he knew from experience were nice and stretchy, so he knew that Cas would have room to breathe. An old band T-shirt was next on the list, and he grabbed a pair of underwear fresh for Cas, pausing a minute before grabbing one himself. His old one had drying saliva and cum, which did not make for comfortable underwear.
He carried the small offering of clothes out to Cas, shoved them unceremoniously into his arms, and told him to go change. Cas simply nodded his head in response, and shuffled his feet to the next room. Dean put on the underwear here, just stepping into them and plopping himself back down on the couch. After a moment of silence, he glanced towards his phone, before he finally grabbed it. One message was from Ash, (expected) but one was from Sammy. He opened the one from his brother first.
Hey, Man? Question: Assuming things stay the same between you and Cas, you'll be bringing him as your date to my wedding, right? I just need to know, because I would like to make some small adjustments to the program if so. Like, get him involved somehow. Sam said. Dean stared at the phone, slowly processing everything.
What if he and Cas ended up staying together that long? Honestly, now that the thought was there, he couldn't quite get it out of his head. Cas cuddling close to him on cold nights in their little country home, the buzz of bees in the early morning waiting to be tended. Dean kissing him, deep and meaningful every morning before he went to work, pulling Cas closer with his tie and ending up ten minutes late just because he wants to commit Cas's taste to memory, even if he already has at least a hundred other times. Them lounging on the couch next to each other, fighting monsters and battling evil from the comfort of the couch. Nerd talk in the bedroom, going to conventions and SCA stuff together. Dean could see it all, with a startlingly vivid clarity.
This was the strongest he'd ever felt about a person. The thought for Dean, the unattached drifter, the "I'm gonna grow old alone and maybe end up with a cat" guy, was a big one. He never expected his life to change this rapidly. I mean, just a month and a half ago, he thought he was straight. Now, he's in a steady relationship with somebody who has become his best friend. This was the only relationship Dean had ever had where he could actually see things going as far as Sam suggested. And even farther.
That was when Cas wandered back in, looking slightly disgruntled and carrying his clothes a little bit away from him, as to avoid the smell. He collapsed on the couch next to Dean and let his clothes drop to the ground in front of him, pulling up his feet to sit Indian style on the furniture. He grabbed his tea and lifted it to his lips, drinking a huge gulp before breathing out a heavy sigh of contentment. Dean thought the urge to kiss him had never been, and never would be, stronger than it was at that moment.
He looked so peaceful, so resigned. Like an angel had fallen and landed in his living room, wearing his old clothes. He texted his brother back a simple, Yes.
"Hey, Cas. I know it's a little early to ask, since the event is still a few months away, but I was just making sure, uh... You would want to go to my brother's wedding with me, right?" Dean questions, tossing his cell phone onto the table. Cas was still scowling into his cup, lips pursed as he seemed to focus on something other than himself. Dean had noticed this long ago; Cas tended to look anywhere but the person he was paying attention to.
"Of course. Your brother told me to stand under the mistletoe, this has all been his fault. I'm grateful to him." Cas admits, taking another sip. Dean smiled a little, taking a big gulp from his own. He wants to be ready to go again in another ten minutes, which means that he'll have to push some fluids. Sure, five of those had already passed, but still. He needed to keep hydrated.
Time passed slowly for the two, sipping tea. Dean couldn't force himself to stop admiring Castiel in his outfit, so he gave up and looked the other up and down, giving a small smirk every time he thinks about how those clothes are probably bathed in his scent. He's literally probably all Cas can smell right now, and Dean knows that would drive him wild.
Cas eventually finishes the cup, and scoots closer to Dean. Dean wrapped his arm around his friend, putting his own half-drained cup on the table. They're turning together, and like some kind of an intimate dance, they're kissing, bodies sliding together as Dean pushes Cas onto the couch. Really, putting on clothes at all had probably been a waste, and Cas probably knows it. It's simply minutes before Cas is hard and aching against Dean, and vise versa. Dean pushed Cas down onto the couch and lifted his shirt, peppering hot kisses all over the other's skin.
"Do you have any lube nearby?" Cas asked. Dean's eyebrows knitted together. He was just gonna give the guy a blowjob. Or... Was he? Was this Cas's way of asking to be fucked? Because... Dean was entirely ready. He wanted to make love nice and gentle and slow with comforting words and soft touches, as fucking girly as all of that sounded, and he would be more than willing to have that now.
"Yeah, it's still there from last night." Dean answered, gesturing towards the door. Cas turned around and retrieved the tube. Dean's heart thumped in his chest as he was passed the bottle.
"Good, because I want you to learn how to finger while we're doing this." Cas said. Dean, while a little dissapointed he wasn't gonna be inside his friend, still thought it was pretty damn hot. Oh yeah, he could get on board with this plan.
"That's why you asked who was gonna top." He said, accusingly. Cas chuckled and nodded his head. Dean smirks and sets to business, unzipping the zipper of Cas's pants in a mimic of what Cas did earlier.
Oh yeah, he could see this going places.