Chapter 18: We Intertwined

They are barely back to the bunker before their lips are clashing together, and Castiel is running his hands up Dean's shirt. They run into chairs as they make their way through the bunker. Castiel stumbles often, holding tightly onto Dean's hand as the trip up the stairs together. They are desperate, clinging to each other, fulfilling a need they have both had.

Castiel knows his head is still muddled from the alcohol, but he doesn't care at this point. He'd spent a week avoiding Dean and now that they were so close, he didn't want to let go. His fingers intertwine in Dean's hair, pulling his head back tightly, exposing his neck, where Castiel lays several rough kisses. Castiel pushes Dean backwards towards the bed, slamming the door behind him.

In moments, Castiel is on the bed, pinning Dean beneath him. He leans forward, his bangs covering his vision as he sucks on Dean's bottom lip, biting down gently. Dean groans and wraps his arms around Castiel's back, his arms pushing Castiel tightly against him. Castiel pulls away for a moment as he removes his shirt, throwing it across the room.

Dean laughs and shakes his head, muttering something about Cas always making a mess. Deftly he moves out from under Castiel briefly to remove his own shirt. Castiel inhales sharply as their chests press together, his own warm skin prickling at Dean's cooler skin.

Castiel leans forward, planting rough kisses along Dean's collarbone, while Dean closes his eyes and tilts his head further backwards into the pillow, arching his hips upwards. Castiel's own jeans tug tight, as he trails his lips down Dean's torso. His own lips are numb, either from the alcohol or from the constant movement across Dean's skin and their frantic kisses. Each time his lips press against Dean's skin, he can feel an electric jolt that runs down to the tip of his swollen cock.

Dean pulls Castiel closer to him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss, his tongue slowly entering Castiel's mouth and then pulling away softly. Castiel had been full of frantic passion, a fire in his stomach that threatened to consume him, but now his heart is in his head, beating wildly. He smiles, hoping he hasn't lost his liquid courage. Dean grins back and winks at Castiel.

With a deep breath, Castiel lays heavy kisses down Dean's chest again. He pauses momentary, letting his lips cover Dean's nipple, his tongue running ragged around the tip. Castiel smiles slightly as he hears Dean inhale sharply and tilt his hips further upwards into Castiel's hips. Castiel continues downwards, stopping to flick his tongue in and out of Dean's bully button, slowly laying kisses along Dean's hipbones. He periodically presses his hips against Dean, rhythmically at first.

Castiel places one hand on Dean's hip, the pad of his thumb softly caressing the gentle skin and sharp bone. He can't help but think to himself that he absolutely adores touching Dean's hips. Castiel looks up at Dean for a moment, a sheepish grin across his face. He looks down again, his fingers slowly unbuttoning Dean's pants.

Dean groans again, mumbling "Cas" quietly. This makes Castiel feel braver, as he finishes unbuttoning Dean's pants and pulls them down slightly. He looks back up at Dean for a moment, taking in every inch of his body. The light illuminates the muscles on Dean's torso, the gentle curvature of the skin around his collarbones, and the gentle smile that was slowly spreading across Dean's face.

"Are you sure you know what to do, Cas?" Dean jokes, lifting his head up to grin devilishly at Castiel, the lights bouncing off of his cheekbones and eyes.

Castiel widens his eyes, faking offense, before he laughs and admits that he feels silly. His hands are holding tightly to Dean's jeans, nervously wondering how to proceed.

"I know how this works…theoretically," he says, looking at Dean before adding in "how hard can it be?" with a deadpan look.

This only makes Dean burst out in laughter, before he pulls Castiel in for a deep kiss. Their lips interlock and this time it is Dean who is the one biting down on Castiel's lips so hard he can taste a slight tinge of saltiness which he doesn't mind, as he drags his tongue across his lips slowly while looking at Dean.

"I'll show you, then you take over", Dean says, motioning for Castiel to pull his pants down further.

Castiel obliges; his eyes wide with curiosity and lust. He rolls off of Dean, resting his body along Dean's right side. No stranger to the male anatomy, Castiel finds himself surprised to find himself aroused by Dean's own anatomy, despite it being so similar to his own.

Dean wraps his hand around his own cock, gently but firmly. He pumps slowly at first, biting his lip as he looks at Cas for a moment, his eyes trailing down Castiel's naked torso and disheveled jeans.

"Go slow at first," he instructs, as he continues thrusting his cock gently through his fingers, the tip red and swollen.

Castiel watches with fascination, as Dean's body quivers unexpectedly, and Dean begins to move his hand faster, stroking the length of his penis. Dean looks over at Castiel again, and grabs his hand, placing it on his dick. Castiel moves slowly at first, as instructed, glancing over at Dean's face for signs of pleasure.

Dean's hand remains wrapped around the outside of Castiel's for a moment, the two of them moving in motion, the teacher and the student. Dean groans slightly, and arches his back upwards again, thrusting in a faster motion now. Castiel takes the hint, his large hands moving up and down Dean's shaft, warming his hands and sending an electric pulse through him again.

Dean removes his hand from Castiel's with a sharp intake of breathe, pulling Castiel closer to him. Castiel watches him as his eyes close and his mouth opens slightly, his breathing labored and heavy. Again, Castiel can feel the twinge of his own swollen penis as his eyes linger on the small beads of sweat along Dean's collarbone and the way his chest lifts and falls with each inhale and exhale.

Unable to stop himself, he pulls himself onto Dean, keeping his rhythmic pulse pumping Dean's swollen cock. Castiel kisses Dean, pushing their mouths together, and their bare chests.

"Cas," Dean moans between frantic kisses, his penis thrusting more urgently and quickly in Castiel's hand. Castiel reciprocates, moaning Dean's name in between breaths, his own vision hazy and drunk from this pleasurable feeling.

Castiel's knees dig into the mattress, the springs making light groans beneath their movement, as Castiel jerks Dean off with more and more fervor. Dean's breathing is so heavy now; his eyes shut tightly as his own hands run along Castiel's bare back and hold him securely against his body.

The moment is so close, Castiel can tell by the way Dean's body tenses and quivers, his lips parted open again and trembling slightly with anticipation. Castiel's hand is still pumping wildly; their bodies intertwined and wrapping around each other. Castiel can feels his own sense of elation drawing near as he closes his eyes and lets himself stop thinking for a moment, lost in a wave of pleasure that could knock him into last year.

Dean lets out a loud moan, ejaculating over his own stomach and partially onto Castiel's, poised above him. Castiel slides off Dean, rolling onto his back and breathing heavily, his eyes still closed. A moment passes before Castiel can feel a tender kiss on his jaw and then his lips. He smiles, opening his eyes slowly.

Dean's eyes are dark in the dim light, his pupils large and covering most of his green irises. A wide smile plays across his lips, before he kisses Castiel once more, gently, and rolls onto his back beside Castiel.

"That was good, Cas," he says with a pleasurable sigh, "your first time right?"

"Yes, and I enjoyed it," Castiel responds with a deep breath, allowing his heart race to slow.

Dean tilts his head sideways slightly, smirking. "If this is what happens when you drink, let's get you drunk more often" he jokes before going quiet suddenly. Castiel turns onto his side, confused for a moment in the change in Dean's demeanor.

"I don't mean that Cas, I mean this is fun, but please don't think we can only do this when you have been drinking," Dean says quietly.

Castiel looks at Dean, wrapping his mind around Dean's words. Most of the effects of his alcohol consumption seem to have disappeared, so he wonders if he did something wrong.

"Did I do something to-"

"No, no, Cas, you were so good…nothing like that"

Castiel thinks again, before he realizes Dean's concern. He leans his head in towards Dean and wraps his arms around his chest, ignoring the mess they both have across their bare bodies. "I promise you Dean, I won't turn into the Castiel you saw in the future".

Dean smiles, and Castiel can still see the worry behind his green eyes, but his body is relaxed again. Dean looks down at his own chest and then back at Castiel.

"We are disgusting," he says with a laugh as he sits up. Castiel can't help but agree. Castiel ventures to be daring one more time this night, as he slants his eyes closed a bit and lowers his voice slightly. "Perhaps we should both shower. Together, I mean."

Dean responds with a deep, throaty laugh, as he throws his head back slightly, which of course pleases Castiel.

"Man, Cas, your innocence is key here" he says as he pulls Castiel in for a rough and passionate kiss again.