Title: And baby talk dirty to me
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 499
Disclaimer: Do not own, just a little something I came up with this morning, when I had the song running through my head.
Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex, car!sex, ubeta'd
Genre: Song!fic - Poison, Talk dirty to me
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you
Cause baby we'll be
In the old man's Ford
Dean takes his cock of his pants with one, uncaps a bottle of lube with the other. It's a very precarious balance but he manages it. Wrapping his arms around Castiel he pushes in slowly and they both moan as the car starts to rock. Afterwards they collapse on top of one another, and Dean tries to think of some way to think of some way to get the white stains out of his car seat, but maybe he doesn't want to.
At the drive-in
"Dude, what are we doing here?" Dean questions, "This is a drive-in Dean" Castiel explains patiently, "It's boring, and cold: Dean whines. Stay here, I'll go get us some burgers and fries After Castiel comes back they eat in silence, and they still have ten minutes before the movie starts. Castiel checks his watch 'Hmm, we still have ten minutes". Dean quirks an eyebrow, "I can think of a way to pass the time" "Love it when I fuck you in public Cas, where anyone could see you, where anyone could look in and watch us". Castiel groans, coning hard, they don't even watch the movie, just pull on their rumpled clothes and stare up at the stars.
Behind them bushes
Castiel knows that this is a bad idea, it's painful, it's uncomfortable, there are thorns everywhere, and they could get caught. But Castiel doesn't care, Castiel doesn't care about anything except the fact that Dean is with him. They roll around in the dirt and Dean swears that he feels a thorn dig into his back, but then Castiel kisses it better, and takes the pain away. "Quit the exhibitionist aren't you?" Dean murmurs into Castiel's ear, biting down on his neck, I my exhibitionist, and Castiel whines "Yes, yours" spilling into his own hand.
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
I can't believe your dad is making you clean the basement dude, "Not cool", he winds an arm around his boyfriend's waist. "Isn't there something you'd rather be doing?" Castiel nods and smiles, "Yeah, you". Dean laughs and pushes Castiel down on the floor, and they do a little dirty work of their own. Afterwards they dust themselves off, and grin "Well at least that's one job we can cross of the list" "At least for a little while" Castiel smiles. "I dunno, the basement does tend to get dirty" They smile at each other again as they head back upstairs.
And that's the way I like it baby