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Eat Your Vegetables: Part 7
Morning sunlight pouring in the windows through the wavy curtains that neither of them noticed during the night. Dean woke with a smile, the idea of showers and continental breakfasts were exactly what he'd been looking forward to as his eyes fluttered open. He sighed softly at the weight over his chest, Castiel's arm draped over him so easily and without any hesitation. Dean rolled his head and nuzzled the warm body next to him, Cas' face buried into the pillow with his neck open to affection.
A light hum vibrated in Cas' throat when Dean nestled his face against his bare skin, he turned his head to look at the freckled beauty nosing at him. "Good morning," he mumbled sleepily, a sound that felt so good coming out. He shifted his weight to roll onto his back, a soft gasp jumping up to his mouth with the sudden dull throb of his body. It wasn't quite pain, just a reminder that a few hours previous he'd been at Dean's mercy. And Dean could really pound him, Cas recalled excitedly.
"How you feeling?" Dean ran his hand through his lover's hair, that morning-after glow lighting the room.
"Actually, for once, I feel amazing." Cas giggled and Dean thought his heart would give out. "Thank you, Dean. For never giving up on me."
"You already know I think you're worth everything you've put me through." Dean lied down with his cheek to Castiel's chest, closing his eyes to listen to the subtle thump of Cas' heart. "I love you, Cas."
"I love you too."
They were quiet for a while, letting things settled, listening to the gentle rush of air as they breathed together. And then Dean heard a low rumbling in Castiel's belly, a laugh escaping him as he ran his fingers over the flat expanse of the other priest's abdomen. "Breakfast?"
"That sounds lovely," Cas chuckled, his hand brushing over Dean's hair playfully. "But I feel sticky, can we shower first?"
"Definitely." Dean placed several small kisses along Cas' collarbone before lifting himself up. "Next time I want you to do it," he ran his hand through Castiel's hair again, repeating the petting motion slowly, mindlessly as he watched Cas' eyes flick over him.
"How about now? Grab the bottle." Castiel grinned and hopped up, his body not feeling sore after the night's activities but his mind thought he should be, attempting to compensate for a pain that wasn't there. He did, however, feel weak in the knees. But maybe that was an effect Dean had on him.
Dean's cheeks lit up like fire as he followed, his heart skipping with excitement. Twice in twenty-four hours? He was in heaven, pretty sure. "Babe, you said you didn't feel like a sex fiend but I'm thinking you're being too harsh on yourself." He smirked coming up behind his boyfriend in the bathroom, lube and a condom in hand. "I believe this is yours."
"Thank you," Cas leaned back, turning his head to kiss Dean's cheek before his partner angled himself to catch his lips. Dean's hands snaked around Castiel's torso, caressing his hip and dipping down between his legs to coax a little life into his cock. Cas moaned softly and bucked into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed in a daze. He didn't stop Dean from doing what he wanted, however Cas did intend to shower too. He reached for the knob and turned it on, keeping his mind about him while Dean rhythmically pumped his shaft, squeezing gently at the end and twisting his wrist just enough to get Cas' legs trembling again.
Castiel exhaled shakily and bit at Dean's lip, smiling as he pulled away. Dean returned the grin as his partner spun and pushed him around, pinning his back to the cold tiled wall. He shuddered but Cas' mouth on his again mostly distracted him from the shivering, he moaned into the embrace, heavily taking in air each time Cas allowed him. Strong, firm hands had traded places, Cas fondled Dean teasingly, a light stroke that had him thrusting forward in slow, shallow bursts.
They stayed that way as the water shot down on them, all hands and hot touching. Castiel reached behind Dean and pulled at his cheeks, separating them and generally kneading his ass to ease out new sounds. The other priest grunted and pressed his back harder against the slick surface, his arms wrapping around Castiel's shoulders and pulling him closer. He had expected the morning after to be lazy and soothing but Cas was on fire, it was fucking hot and making him all the more hungry for it.
Dean reached between them and started jerking them off together, his hand a little shaky but still managing a solid grip. Cas sighed heavily as he fell against Dean's shoulder, breath hot and wet on his skin. Or maybe that was the shower water, either way he didn't mind so much. "C'mere," Cas grunted a few moments later, pulling Dean away from the water's touch and turning him around to bend him forward. A soft chuckle left his lips as he smirked, running his fingers between Dean's cheeks just delicately enough to leave him shuddering in anticipation.
"Cas," Dean took a shuddering breath as his cheek met the smooth tiles, hands bracing himself against it because he knew what was coming. "I'm ready," he closed his eyes with a smile, energy and emotion coiling in his stomach.
There was a pause, a moment of silence and very little movement before he felt slippery fingers pushing at his insides. Castiel didn't hesitate, he knew Dean's physical capabilities and went ahead with lubricating his index and middle fingers, sticking them inside without a warning. Dean shouted out first, his head pressing against the wall harder as his body shook.
Dean had no idea what was happening inside him, his muscles shivered and his legs betrayed him, wanting to give out. The heat building up inside him snapped out through his limbs like missiles to the edges of his body. He couldn't hear the sounds coming out of him as much as he thought he might've been able to, but he wasn't paying attention either. His hearing was muffled to everything that wasn't Castiel, the noises of fingers pushing inside him and stretching, that wet, sick sound squelching over the dull pound of water on his skin. The droplets rushed down the back of his head and around to drizzle off his nose and parted lips. His mouth hung open as he panted against the unforgiving surface of the wall, Castiel had managed to rip the condom wrapper open with one hand and his teeth like he'd done it that way a thousand times.
Who knew, maybe he had.
"Cas." Dean's voice pinched at the end, his hips moving backward onto the three fingered fucking he was getting. He'd never imagined it'd feel so good, but Cas' performance the night before was incredible and more than convincing. Dean wanted it, he wanted to have every part of Castiel that he could possibly take. The name repeatedly on the tip of his tongue was like a plea, 'Please, Cas' 'please fuck me, Cas' 'I love you, Cas.'
Fingers were out, he was hot inside and open, needy, desperate and waiting. Dean moaned and twisted his head around on the tiles he thought might be cracking. Everything tingled, burned inside him and boiled to the surface of his body until he whined with impatience. And there it was, the thick, hot pressure of Castiel's dick pushing at his insides. Dean cried out quietly, slowly growing louder and sharper the more of Cas he took on. "Fuck!" He cursed with a number of other words he didn't care to identify. It was painful but his body healed fast so the pain came in with the pleasure and faded just as quickly. Dean liked it.
Castiel gripped his hips hard, pulling him back as Cas snapped forward. It shocked his system and Dean cried out again, a hiss following and another shout after that as Castiel started to pound him. It burned, it hurt and it brought tears to Dean's eyes but he liked it. He grit his teeth and pushed back harder, it tore into him but it healed, he liked it. Cas' hands were bruising his sides as the other held himself up, keeping a solid and shattering pace. It made Dean scream, each crashing hit to his prostate, his nerves on fire and his forehead breaking the wall ahead of him.
Dean loved it.
He was coming in minutes, his fingers almost digging into the shower wall, the cracks from where his face and fingers pressed almost meeting. He had a free hand though, and it was busily pumping his own cock, hard and fast with the wetness of the water, squeezing out his orgasm like a tube of toothpaste. It was messy, lucky they were in the shower already or Dean would've had an interesting hour before breakfast.
Cas stuttered behind him, a heavy gasp was all the warning Dean got before his lover shuddered and fell against him, Cas twitched his hips forward as he writhed for a few moments, gulping down air. "You… you really… surprised me." He panted with a light laugh.
Dean glanced back at him, his face flushed and soaked. "I kinda surprised myself." He smiled and pulled forward, turning around to take Cas up in another kiss, "So… finish the shower?" He asked after a long, heated embrace.
"I think so." Cas sighed and gave Dean a hug, nuzzling their cheeks together.
Sam opened his eyes first, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. He felt amazing, euphoric and all around better than he had in the last few days. He couldn't get the image out of his head, Jet's face, his body, the way he moved and writhed, and those sounds. Sam smiled and closed his eyes again, about to reach up and run a hand through his hair but he found he couldn't move his arm. In fact there was an unfamiliar weight all around him. Sam looked down to see Jet basically wrapped around him, on top of his arm and nuzzled in as close as he could get.
He could have sworn they'd gone to bed with Jet's back to the sheets and Sam curled around him – but then again Sam knew his preference for sleeping was face up or on his side. Apparently he'd gone for the former, but what really was a shock to him was how small his boyfriend looked right there. Jet's arms were thrown around him like the world was about to fall away from them, his face pressed to Sam's skin, an expression mostly neutral with a hint of what Sam thought might be sadness. There was a twitch in Jet's arms and the softest whimper from his throat, his eyelids fluttering but never opening. Sam exhaled slowly and ran his free hand through his boyfriend's hair, just a dream.
Sam waited quite some time before he really had to use the toilet, he bit his lip and glanced down at Jet again. There was no way he was getting out of there without waking the other man up. "Jet," Sam nudged him sweetly but it was apparently already too much of a sudden movement. Jet's eyes shot open and he looked up at Sam as if he'd just banged a metal pot over his head.
"Wh-what?" Jet relaxed when his mind registered who he was hanging on to, it happened in a split second but Sam still managed to see the horrible shock done to Jet's system.
"Sorry," Sam kissed his forehead and pet through his hair one more time, trying to smooth it back down. "I didn't want to wake you up but I have to pee."
Jet blinked several times before he nodded and rolled over, "Sure-ah! Ahh…" He hissed and moved much slower after the initial attempt to toss himself onto his side. "Goddamn it…" He whined as Sam hopped out of bed with a chuckle. "Don't laugh, this fucking hurts." Jet sneered, throwing a pillow at his partner's retreating back.
"I'll come help you out in a minute." Sam called over his shoulder, "Give you a hot bath and maybe we can go down for breakfast."
"Continental breakfasts are the worst." Jet muttered loud enough for Sam to hear him, not wanting to cut the conversation off. He realized his throat was sore, it sounded so hoarse and jagged. Jet ran his hand up and down to massage his neck but it obviously wasn't going to do him much good. "My throat hurts." He whined again, finding that it pained him less to be a baby about it. "Saaaaaam! Fix it!"
Sam just smiled to himself as he listened, as much as he knew he should probably be annoyed by it he couldn't help but enjoy this side of Jet. It was new, not totally strange or weird, just new and it was all for him. Jet was, in a way, showing reliance, he needed Sam. "I love you," Sam said as he walked out of the bathroom, drying his hands the rest of the way by rubbing them on his upper thighs. No clothing there but it didn't matter, it still did the job.
Jet was pouting but his cheeks flushed again when he heard the words, eyes lighting up as Sam walked over to him. "I love you too." He smiled in return and didn't make a fuss when Sam helped him up. It was a new kind of pain for Jet to get used to but it wasn't so bad; maybe next time he'd take Sam's advice and not go so hard, he had actually kind of hurt himself. Or at least made it sorer than it needed to be. "Bath, slave." Jet pointed to the bathroom when Sam attempted to pick him up.
"Right." Sam tried to keep his strain to himself but it wasn't quite possible, Jet was heavy, he had a lot of muscle mass even though he looked pretty lean some of the time. And Sam wasn't quite up to his full and proper weight yet, his muscle was coming back to him but he still hadn't reached the strength he'd been before getting sick. It took a lot of time for his body to go back to normal and he was quickly realizing it wasn't there yet.
Really though, the most prominent moment that told him he wasn't where he used to be was when he fell to the floor. Bot he and Jet tumbled to the hotel room carpet with a loud and dramatic outcry from the both of them. And as soon as Jet was certain Sam was fine, laughing and totally fine, he started cursing out his new boyfriend for sucking at carrying people.
It was a brand new day, a completely different light shone in all four of them that morning, but they really hadn't changed all that much.