Against his better judgment, and perhaps because alcohol was assisting with his decision making, he was going to let Dean kiss him; and if he did, Cas was going to kiss him back.

"Dean..."

"Yeah?"

"You could kiss me, if you wanted to- but there's a condition" Cas waited, the bit of liquid courage he had pushed him this far, but he was still nervous, he needed to gauge how Dean felt now.

"What kind of condition?" Dean hadn't sounded apprehensive until now.

"I don't mean, it's just... *sigh* It has to be your kiss, meaning you have to kiss me, not the other way around. Not because I'm not a first move type of person, but I am gay, and I would feel like I'm taking advantage or something. Your first kiss with a man, should you decide to have one, doesn't have to be with me, but if it is, that's my condition"

There was relief on Dean's face.

"What did you think I was going to say?" He asked Dean

"That I couldn't tell anyone" Dean looked away. He was honest only because Castiel asked, he never would have said so otherwise.

"Is there someone you'd want to tell, I mean... Would you want people to know?"

"I don't know, I just don't want it to seem like it has to be a secret. If I do it, it's because I want to and I wouldn't do it if I cared what people might think about it, out what they'd say... You know?"

"Yeah, that makes sense"

"I doubt it's something I'll go yelling around the office, I guess. But if the guys found out or something, it's not like I'd be ashamed ofort or anything"

The moment felt so heavy, and Cas started to wish Dean would drop the subject altogether.

"Any other rules?" Cas pulled himself out of his thoughts to find Dean looking at him, resolve in his eyes. *shit*, Cas thought.

"It's just a kiss, so I guess not? I mean, I imagine you should treat it like a normal first kiss" Cas was filled with panic. Dean was going to kiss him. Right now, Dean was thinking about how he was going to kiss him, not if; this both terrified and thrilled him.

Dean didn't break eye contact, but his face softened and his pupils widened. He shifted towards Cas so only a foot remained between them. Cas watched as Dean broke eye contact to look down at his lips, and reflexively moisten his own. Dean slowly brought his eyes back up to meet Castiels. Cas adjusted for comfort, and moistened his own lips. Dean reached a hand forward to the man's face and paused, the question in his eyes.

Cas gave a simple nod, and Dean made no hesitation in placing his hand softly on Castiels cheek.

Dean moved his hand slightly. He enjoyed the way stubble brushed against his hand, especially since Cas typically kept himself clean shaven. For being the gay one about to be kissed by a man, Cas looked like a deer in headlights. Dean wondered if he looked like this every time someone was about to kiss him.

Dean pulled their faces together and wrapped his lips softly around Castiels bottom lip. At first his lips felt tight and hard, but softened under his kiss almost immediately. Cas brought his hand to Deans face, and he felt Dean breathe the gesture in and lean into his hand. He exhaled into Deans breath, letting him breathe every ounce of him in. Dean brought his other hand up, taking both of them into his hair pulling him closer, moving his mouth and kissing him again, deeper this time, brushing his tongue along the man's bottom lip, and for all of Cas' composure, he let out a deep, small "Mmm", that was more of a moan than he would have liked to admit. The small noise set something off in Dean. However nervous and apprehensive Castiel felt, Dean seemed a thousand miles away from that, kissing Cas faster, less chaste and vying to get Castiels tongue to play with his by licking and sucking on Castiels lips.

Castiels heart was pounding out of his chest, this had gone much further than he expected, he was getting sucked into Deans hunger, and he wanted so bad not to care how it turned out, if Dean used him to sate his curiosity and then left, but that fear held his thoughts, winning over his desire to let himself get lost in Deans soft lips. Before he could attempt to slow anything down, Dean took his bottom lip between his teeth... And groaned. Cas opened his eyes and mouth in time to see that Dean was looking back at him with a devious smile, and dove tongue first into his mouth. Dean pulled Cas to him, grabbing his pajama pants and pulling Cas on top of him.

Dean had meant to just kiss Cas, just a few times. He wanted to feel a few soft kisses, and leave it there for now, to take time and get to everything else later; he hadn't even intended to use tongue. When he felt Cas soften into him, lean into his hand, moan into his playful kissing, he wanted more; he wanted more of those reactions from the man, he wanted to make him moan. Cas tried to fight it, Dean could feel it in the way he wouldn't open his mouth to him, but when he finally did... Castiels tongue was so soft, and his mouth still tasting of liquor against the Listerine of Deans; the taste was sweet and sharp. When he pulled the man on top of him, he just needed to be closer... He didn't think about what he'd feel when their hips met. He really hadn't considered what he would do or how he would feel when he felt Castiels hard cock against his own through the fabric.

So it never crossed his mind what this would do to his bed mate.

Castiel had reflexively moved his legs to straddle Dean, and when he felt Deans dick against his own, there was no stopping what he did next.

He grabbed ahold of the short hair at the back of Deans head and pulled firmly, using the hold to drive his hips down into Deans, moaning deep into the man's mouth.

Dean was gone, he lost grip of Cas to grab the pillow at his head, gasping with pleasure into Castiels moan. Castiel pulled his face back, looking into Deans helpless eyes, keeping the hold on his hair, he drove his hips down again, watching Dean throw his head back, arch his back and struggle to catch his breath.

Dean looked up to meet a desire like he had never expected to see in the man's eyes. Moments ago he had been a frightened deer, and now he was taking Dean over completely. Dean was panting heavily.

Castiel let go of Deans hair, and gently ran his fingers through it, taking a deep breath. Cas moved to get off of the panting man, and Dean grabbed his shoulders

"Please" He said softly, pulling Cas to him. He followed the pull, unsure of Deans meaning until he was wrapped in his arms. Castiel rolled them both to the side for a more comfortable embrace. He continued to run his fingers through Deans hair as the man buried his face into Castiels neck; breathing deeply.

"I'm sorry, Dean" Cas sighed

Dean pulled back abruptly to meet his eyes

"For what?" Dean still had his arms tight around the man

"I said it was your kiss, that you had control and then I..." Dean stopped him with a kiss

"It was fucking awesome"