Fall is Coming
Chapter Four
Warming Up
Cas slams the door with his foot, his hands occupied with holding his jacket about Dean's shivering shoulders whilst his head broods on thoughts of, one: getting his lover warm again and two: making amends for being a thoughtless, argumentative fool.
"Sit!"
Cas commands, guilt and worry making his voice even gruffer than usual and Dean can't help but smile because that voice never fails to turn him on anyway but now the demanding, dominant growl runs straight to his dick.
"C...Cas, I...I'm f...fine..."
He stutters, cause although he really is fucking freezing, he's just so relieved that 'they' are okay that it doesn't matter that he can't feel his fingers or toes or the tips of his ears, anymore.
"No, you are not, I can see you shaking. It was well below zero out there and I forced you out there in just your shirt."
Cas retorts worriedly and Dean opens his mouth, his perennial knee-jerk response to deny the statement looking to kick in further but closes it again quickly as Cas pleads.
"Please, just let me try and show you I'm sorry."
He tugs impatiently on the fabric of the coat and the frozen hunter shuffles unsteadily, but enthusiastically, forward into the rough embrace. The once-angel's mouth is wonderfully demanding as it presses to Dean's cold, blue lips and Cas's hands run firmly up and down his arms, trying to rub the circulation back into life.
He continues for a few seconds but Dean's shaking is not diminishing as quickly as the contrite ex-angel would like.
"Stay there."
Cas breathes hotly against the hunter's mouth as he breaks away and grabs the big, furry blanket they have on the bed. It's an embarrassingly tasteless thing, garishly coloured with badly-styled wolves howling at the moon emblazoned across it, but it's warm as fuck and that's all Cas is bothered about just now. Dean had bitched at him when he'd dragged it to the counter in the thrift store but he'd had to eat his words since they had been holed-up at the drafty old cabin.
"Lose the coat."
Cas is holding the blanket out, ready to wrap the frozen man in it's warmth as he nods his head at the borrowed coat. Dean shrugs his shoulders and the frost-dampened garment falls to the floor. He smiles, pressing himself chest first to Cas as he is enveloped in the lupine luxury.
"Here, sit on the bed."
They moves as one, the ex-angel's arms around the swaddled hunter as he guides him back to the big iron-framed bed that dominates one corner of the big room and Dean sits, groaning contentedly as he snuggles the fleecy cover closer.
Cas straightens.
"I'll stoke up the fire."
He tips his head toward the fireplace and the smoldering logs that burn in the grate as he turns but Dean goes to catch his hand. His fingers really are numb with the cold though and his hand slides off, barely clinging on to Cas's pinky.
"S...stay..."
Dean's eyes are giant-wide in the dim fire-light glow and his face is pale, bar from the tip of his nose which is blushed pink now he is back in the warmth. The freckles dotting his cheek bones stand out, highlighted by the flashes of gold that light up his green eyes. He looks...beautiful and Cas feels his chest tighten in amazement that this man is his and has the endless grace to forgive him when he is such a clumsy fool.
"Dean..."
He puts his hand to the hunter's cheek, his thumb trailing across the full, soft lips that beg to be kissed.
"I'm so sorry, I was stupid and cruel..."
"Don't."
Dean shakes his head, Cas's thumb dragging sensually at his swollen lip as he moves. He grabs tighter at the new-human's hand, pulling him so he moves closer.
"Stop talking."
The hunter orders as he wriggles inside the blanket, freeing his other hand. He pulls at Castiel's shirt, tugging it from his jeans, running his cold fingers against the ex-angel's exposed flash.
"We don't need the fire. You can warm me up. Skin to skin..."
Dean's eyes are alive with enough happy wickedness that Cas needs no further invitation.
"Get on the bed, Winchester."
The ex-angel orders, shucking his clothes in rapid order as he kneels on the creaky old mattress. Dean has scootched back so he is lying full length, the big blanket rolled about him.
"We need to get your clothes off too."
Cas smiles somewhat predatorily as he crawls up the bed and Dean nods, letting go his death grip on the blanket as he attempts to unfasten his jeans. His frost-nipped fingers are unresponsive though and he's still on the first button as Cas reaches him.
"Struggling there, hunter?"
Cas bends close, one hand flat on Dean's chest, softly pinning him to the bed as he leans in for a kiss.
"Mmmm..."
Dean hums his affirmation and Cas licks at the chapped seam of his lover's lips, asking for permission. For entry. For absolution.
Dean's mouth is maybe the only warm thing about him currently but it is wonderfully so. Cas swirls his tongue teasingly over the ridges and hot, wet curves as his hands pull Dean's shirt free of his jeans. His explorations are well met, Dean's tongue caressing his as he 'mmm's' contentedly.
"Can you lean up?"
Cas asks and Dean wriggles, his abs pulling tight as Cas pulls his shirt and he raises his arms, allowing the damp cotton to be stripped from him and discarded. He shivers as the air in the room reaches his bared skin and his nipples harden in the chill.
"Cold!"
Dean huffs irritably, shifting on his hip so he can move closer to his un-dresser, greedily seeking body heat. Cas grabs the blanket and draws it around them, taking the shivering man into his arms as he wraps them both tightly together.
His hands rubs firmly it Dean's back and sides as he holds him to his chest. Cas can feel the tight ridges of muscle of the hunter's belly flutter against him as he shares his heat with his lover.
"Better?"
He asks leaning back slightly so he can focus properly on Dean's face and is rewarded with a long, slow and very thorough kiss for his trouble. It stirs all sorts of passions with the only-just-human and he feels himself gasping with encroaching breathlessness as the hunter's kisses deepen. Heat pools in his groin and he can feel his hardening dick pressing uncomfortably against the rough demin of Dean's jeans.
He runs his fingers into the hunter's hair. It's a little longer now than it used to be and Cas smiles cause he knows, although Dean would die rather than admit it, that he's let it grow cause he loves to have it played with like this. He tugs gently at the soft, brown spikes, drawing his nails against the hunter's sensitive scalp and is delighted when he hears what can only be described as a sigh of pleasure whisper against his lips.
"That feel good?"
Dean bites at his lip by way of an answer, catching Cas's flesh in his teeth, rolling and nibbling at the pliant flesh as he presses closer still. He pushes his leg between the ex-angel's, deliberately rubbing his thigh against Cas's.
"You know it does."
Dean stutters, rocking hip hips purposefully and damn, if he isn't hard as hell!
Even trapped inside his jeans and boxers, Cas can feel the familiar shape of Dean's firm, think cock. He drops a hand, insinuating it purposefully between their bodies, cupping it over the hunter's growing bulge.
"The cold doesn't seem to have got to this."
Cas observes wickedly as he presses urgently with the heel of his hand and Dean growls a little, his hands curling around Cas's slim hips to grab at his tight ass.
"Maybe..."
He murmurs breathlessly, throwing his head back as he ruts against Cas's fondling fingers.
"...You better just check though? Can't be too safe with frost-bite."
Cas laughs then shifting his other hand so he can easier unbutton Dean's pants. He moves slowly, wragging each button open so that his hand deliberately judders, loving the aroused groans that each movement drags from low in his lover's throat.
"Cas!"
"What?"
The ex-angel wide-eyes innocently, trying to minimize the giggle in his voice, recognizing what a prick-tease he's being and knowing too that Dean is fully aware what he's doing.
"You're supposed to be being nice to me."
Cas hangs his head in mock shame for a moment before returning his fierce blue gaze to Deans.
"You're right..."
He grabs for Dean's hair again and pulls his lover into a bruising kiss. It's sloppy and wet, all teeth and tongues, dominance and need.
"Cas...please..."
Dean humms into his lover's mouth, rutting hard, desperate for release and Cas relents, thrusting his warm hand into Dean's pants to finally fold his fingers around the hunter's weeping dick.
The cadence of the kiss notches up to match the urgency with which Cas jacks Dean's tumescent cock. He squeezes the thick shaft in his warm hand, running his nails sensually along the familiar length as he pumps. He can feel the hunter's balls tightening as he moves and he revels in the whimpers that issue from Dean's kiss-pinked lips as he struggles to hold back, not wanting his pleasure to end, to climax too soon.
"Does that feel good?"
Cas purrs but Dean can't answer in words, the encroaching orgasm robbing him of an articulate response but he sighs and wraps his foot about Cas's leg, pulling him closer as he ruts unashamedly into the new-human's tight, slick fist.
"You gonna come for me, Dean?"
Cas breathes as he drags his thumb over Dean's sensitive tip and the hunter's head snaps back as he sobs in surrender. Cas presses his mouth to the exposed throat and sucks hard on the soft skin there, pulling a blood to the surface so it will bruise.
Dean moans. He's so close now, so near to total subjugation and he looks so desirable that Cas can barely keep from shooting his own load just from the wonder of him.
He's all tension and fever, hardness and heat. The palor of his skin has given way to the blush of his passion and Cas can hear Dean's breath stutter as his chest heaves and his cock spasms out it's load into the ex-angel's skillful hand.
wWw
The shivering returns as Dean folds, fulfilled and un-done, into his lover's arms. He is sated, his face soft with contentment, his body languid and spent. Cas strips him quickly out of his come-splattered jeans and tosses them to the side of the bed. He rolls the pair of them into the huge blanket, pulling Dean possessively to his chest as the hunter's head lolls sleepily against his shoulder.
His skin feels warmer now but Cas still runs his hands over the planes and sweeps of Dean's strong back and shoulders, rubbing sensually as the sleepy man throws his arm across his waist and snuggles his head closer into Cas's neck.
He rests his chin on the top of Dean's head, kissing him softly and tenderly and Dean snuffles and shifts in his arms.
"Go to sleep."
Cas breathes against Dean's hair and the near unconscious hunter nods.
"Love you."
Dean mumbles and Castiel holds him tighter still, his heart so full that he feels it might burst.
"Love you too."
He whispers softly.
Chapter ends
