(Authors Note: This chapter does have SEXUAL CONTENT, just in case it makes people feel not okay. I's my first legit time writing smut and it's coming from the virgin mind of an Asexual female. Yep, all nine yards here. Now, I wrote the correct way to put a condom on. WHEN HAVING SEX MAKE SURE THEY DO THE PROPER STEPS TO PUTTING A CONDOM ON. IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW GO TO FREAKIN GOOGLE AND GOOGLE IT. Ahem, now, you may go enjoy this really bad smut! {Thanks for the hits, review and follow cx comment if you please})
"Lets do this." Dean whispered into Castiel's ear, his breath hot and misty.
"Okay."
Castiel pushed Deans button-up down his shoulders, getting him bare from his chest down to the hem of his pants. He latched his lips to Deans neck, sucking and licking the tan, salty skin. Dean moved his hands to the crotch of Castiels pants, flicking the button open, pushing them down his waist. Castiel shimmied his legs, making the pants fall to his ankles. He toed his TOMS off his feet and stepped out onto the plush cream carpet and stepped out of the jeans. Dean moved away from Cas, repeating the same motions with his shoes and jeans (only he had to push his socks of which is so not sexy). Castiel brought his shirt over his head, pulling it from the hem and using his elbows, in one swift motion.
They looked at each other. Each down to their boxers. Castiel had green and white striped boxer-briefs, the line of his hard-on shadowing them and a wet spot of precum making the mossy-green turn into a deep forest-green. Dean had on simple grey briefs, they hugged his muscular thighs tightly and looked like they were about to bust with all of that Dean in there.
"Damn, Bee, I know you were gorgeous and hot and had muscle. But, woah. Look at you." Castiel's face turned a deep red, he was always complimented by Dean but in this situation it seemed that they ever even more endearing.
Dean moved a few steps, he ran his hands over Castiel's sides. Leaving goose bumps in his quake. Cas followed his movements. He ran his hands down Deans back, blunt nails leaving little trails while he maps out the chiseled skin. They both started moving to the bed, when Cas' calves hit the side they both fell with a low thud.
Dean loomed over Cas. They looked into eachothers eyes; speaking through them. Dean slid Castiels boxers off. The sharp it of cool air making him hiss in pleasure. Dean curiously slid the tips of his fingers up Castiel cock. Castiels' back arched off of the bed, wanting more.
"Don't tease, Dean." Castiel moaned. His voice differing by a few octaves.
"Sorry Bee.. I just love touching you."
Dean made quick work of taking his boxers off, letting his seeping dick breathe. Castiel hesitantly touched it. His fingers slipping on the precum, painting little designs into the skin. Dean moved away from Castiel's hand, in fear he'd come too soon. He turned to grab the bottle of lube and a foil packet holding a condom.
Dean turned to see Cas licking his fingers. Tasting Dean. If he wasn't already painfully hard, he was now.
"You taste nice Dean. You're like my pie." He giggled, making Dean blush a deep scarlet.
"Bee.. Are you ready?" Dean whispered. He was prepared to do this, just as much as he was to not. He didn't want Cas to feel any pressure. Just lying with him, curling around him and feeling the warmth radiate from his personal angel was enough.
"Yes, Dean I am. I have been for quite a while. I love you and you know that. I know these feelings are mutual, for you have said it multiple times. I am ready for you, as ready as i'll ever be." Tears were brought to Deans eyes, blame it on the Central air radiating through the room if you must. Dean was always one to choke at admittance of emotions. It's not that he didn't get commended often, it was that he usually felt like he didn't deserve it.
"Okay, Bluebird." He choked out. The lump in his throat swelling more as Cas brushed Deans cheek with his hand. "Don't cry, my Beloved. I'm ready for you" Castiel whispered.
Dean nodded and opened the bottle with a loud "Snkick" in the mostly silent room. He coated his fingers in the liquid. Moving it around to get it to a reasonable temperature. "Bluebird, tell me if i'm hurting you or going too fast or anything and i'll stop, okay?" Castiel nodded in response and relaxed his body. Dean placed his index finger to Cas' hole, not penetrating. "This might hurt a little, Bee." Dean waited for Cas to respond and once he got two big blues staring at him, a bottom lip between teeth and a nod he continued. He gingerly pushed his finger in. The tight heat of Cas encasing him. Cas hissed above him, moving his hips against Deans finger. "You okay?" A nod yes. Dean slid his finger in and out, get Cas used to the general motion. "Ready for another?" "Yes, Dean. Please." Dean poured a little more lube onto his fingers, making them slick and warm. He pulled his index finger out and replaced it with his index and middle fingers.
Slowly, he twisted and moved in and out. His fingers getting accustom to the heat. He then started to sizor them. Opening Cas up. Dean felt a bundle of nerves around the third scissor, curious he crooked two fingers at the bundle.
Abruptly, Castiel arched off the bed. "Ohhhh" He moaned, "Am I hurting you? Was that bad? Bee, i'm so sor-" "So good Dean. Keep going. There again. Please Dean. So good." Cas slurred, grinding against Dean's fingers. "Oh, okay." Was all that Dean could say, because Cas was grinding some apparently heavenly spot against Dean's fingers. Catching up with the program, Dean keep scissoring his fingers. Subtly, he added one more into the party. Moving, twisting, scissoring, rubbing, and massaging inside Cas.
"Dean.." Cas choked out pulling Dean from his trance. "Dean, more, please. Just- Dean- please, I want you in me." Cas pulled on Dean's shoulders, lifting himself out of Deans fingers and planting his lips on Dean's cheek. "Dean," he murmured against a very aroused and stunned Dean, "Make love to me." He whispered quietly, almost shyly.
Dean tilted his head to kiss Cas. Their lips slowly dancing and bodies conjoining in one.
Dean pulled away from the kiss, grabbing the foil condom packet. He moved the package to the orangy-blue light of the almost moon, looking for the slightly zig-zag edges to open it. He pulled the condom out and placed both hands on either side of the curled up material, slowly he rolled the condom out onto his fingers, making sure he'd be placing it on the right way. He gave his penis a few strokes to insure it was the hardest, before pinching the tip of the condom with one hand and slowly rolling the condom down with the other. He removed his hands and looked down at to condom, making sure it wasn't curling up. If it was, the process would be repeated until correctly done.
He poured more lube into his palms and gave his dick a simple, but nice, coating. "Dean, was all the condom prep necessary? I'm not going to get pregnant." Cas questioned, his whole body on fire with lust and want.
"Yeah, it was. I know you can't get pregnant, but i'd that for any other lay. And you're not just some lay. If i'm going to make love to you i'm going to do it the correct way. I don't care how aroused either of us are, if it takes me five tried to put on a condom were gonna wait all those five tries. I love you and i'm doing this right, okay?" Dean stroked his hands up and down Cas' hips, making a nice calming friction.
"Okay, Dean. I didn't think about it that way, thank you. Can we get to the love making now?" Dean chuckled at Cas' persistence. "Okay, Bee. This is gonna' hurt a lil bit."
Dean kept one hand wrapped around the base of the condom and one soothing Castiels hips as he guided himself in. They both sucked in air sharply. Dean at Cas' tight heat and Cas at how full he felt. "Cas, baby, you're so tight. So good." He muttered, bracing his hands on Cas' hips, probably creating angry bruises.
"Dean, move, please." Castiel muttered, his blue eyes lidded and dark with lust. Slowly Dean pulled out of Cas and rocked back in. Moving, but not creating a blissful fiction. Neither could seem to get a good grip on each other, thoughts of too much lube or the angel went through Deans mind as Castiel sighed with frustration. "Hold on, Bee. I got ya'," Dean murmured, rising to Cas' knees. Slowly he lifted Castiel legs to lean on his biceps. Castiel placed his hands on Dean's hips while Dean leaned over Cas, with his hands placed on either side of Castiel.
Dean started to move in and out again. Making a slow pace that seemed fit to Cas. Both their breaths were hitching at the swell of warmth they got in their bellies. "So close Dean. Faster. Please, harder." Cas yelled, his back arching and nail digging into the flesh of Deans hips. Dean stopped moving to look at Cas straight in the eyes. Once Cas looked back he went for it. Sliding in and out with harsh and quick thrusts to Cas' heavenly spot. "Dean" he kneed, his breath catching in his throat and mouth hanging open in a sensual "O". "I'm so close, Bee. I gotta make you feel good before me." With that, Dean grabbed Cas' dick. Jacking him off to the tempo of Deans thrusts.
Cas clenched Deans cock and came with a loud "DEAN" that the whole neighborhood could hear. A few sloppy thrusts later, Dean was spent. They were both tired and orgasmicly high. Their skin slick with sweat and come and room filled with the musky scent of Cas and Dean. Dean reluctantly pushed himself up and held the rim of the condom while he pulled out. Tying the condom, he wobbly got up to get a cloth and throw it away in the wastebasket by his door. He picked up a bottle of water by his bed to moisten the cloth and clean he and Cas off.
Cas lay in the middle of the bed, clean and slightly orgasm-drunk. Dean moved the blankets from under Cas and wrapped them in it. He held on protectively to Cas' hips while Cas buried his head under Deans' chin.
"I lov' you Dean.." Cas sleepily sighed.
"I know Cas, I love you too." Dean replied with a small smile playing on his lips.
"g'night Dean.." Cas murmured into his neck.
"Ni' Cas." Dean sighed, kissing the halo of Cas' head and pulling him in even tighter.
Tonight was a night to remember and cherish. One of many.