Woken by the sounds of running water, which surprisingly did not give him the urge too pee, Castiel was suddenly wide awake, still drunk, and very hard.
Without the peace of the bathroom, but the advantage of currently being alone for at last another few minutes, Castiel resolved to take care of his aching need. His shirt would do well considering the circumstances, so he stripped that and laid it by his waist. He moistened his hand with his tongue, and worked in long slow strokes from tip to base. The man was well on his merry way to orgasm when noises came from the bathroom. He reluctantly stopped stroking, but only long enough to realize that Dean Winchester was doing the same thing in the bathroom, and moaning like a whore about it.
"Asshole" he muttered
With Deans accidental encouragement, Castiel was quickly sinking his teeth into the pillow to stifle the moans as he came all over Let Love In. He listened to Dean finish, and start the shower. He quickly stuffed the used shirt into the bottom of his travel bag. Dean attempted to climb into bed quietly, and had Castiel been asleep, he would have easily stayed that way. Right now he was hyper-aware of every movement Dean made.
He felt a finger trace ever so lightly across his back, Dean shifted closer and Castiel felt the back of his blanket move.
"What are you doing?"
"I-I didn't know you had a tattoo" Dean whispered.
"You saw me shirtless the other day" Castiel assumed he'd seen it, though it being on his back, he often forgot about it.
"I guess I didn't notice" He felt more tracing "it's beautiful"
Castiel had a set of wings that covered his entire back. The feathers were high detail, each one having individual intricacies; some were slightly turned, others had gaps, some looked cut. The tattoo was fairly new, he got it done shortly after his mother died.
"How does it feel to kiss a dude?" Dean asked casually
Castiel turned around, putting his face less than a foot from Dean who was now in the middle of the bed.
"What?"
"How does it-"
"I know what you asked, but what brought this up?"
"I don't know, I guess I'm-"
"Curious?" Cas tried to hide annoyance
"Yeah, well no, but..." Dean huffed "I don't know"
"It's like a woman, but with stubble"
"Yeah, but like touching, is it the same?" Deans look of genuine curiosity annihilated any desire Cas had to be sarcastic about the subject.
"It's different for you, Dean" He smiled "I had no desire to be with a woman. The basics are mostly the same, , other than the obvious details." Cas was going to regret this "and I've been with about as many men as I have women"
"Really?" he watched Dean wet his lips
"Yes" fuck, he wanted nothing more than to show Dean what it felt like to kiss a man.