By now, I've slowed down on my drinking, and I'm down to a happy buzz. Plus I'm pretty content curled up next to Castiel under layers of quilts, by the dying bonfire barely giving off heat, and the coals giving off only enough light to see the faces of the people nearest the pit.
Castiel is definitely a happy drunk, even now he giggles uncontrollably at something the girl next to him is saying. Gabe comes over trying to give him yet another fruity drink, but I shoo him away.
"He doesn't need anymore." Gabriel pouts but goes off to down the drink himself.
"I wanted that." Castiel pouts next to me, rubbing against my side like a cat vying for attention.
I laugh, "Ten minutes ago you were complaining about being nauseous."
"And now I feel better."
"How about we go swim for a minute?"
"Sounds good?"
"I'll give you a dollar if you jump straight in."
"A dollar?" He stands, swaying from side to side, "Why not a kiss?"
"Anything you want. But you have to do it. No chickening out."
"Okay, I bet the water's still warm even." I can barely understand that sentence his words are so slurred.
"Mmmhmm." I know for a fact that the water has basically turned to ice and that Cas is about to get a nasty shock, I laugh to myself, that's one way to sober up quick.
"I changed my mind."
"You can't." Cas is standing at the edge of the water fall, freezing water rushing around his ankles, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
"Can too, I'm an adult, can make my own decisions."
"If you don't jump I'm pushing you."
"Noooo!" He whines, hopping from one foot to the other.
Imagine our surprise when Gabriel runs out of the trees to shove both of us over the edge, me fully clothed.
"You son of a bitch!" Castiel screams at the shorter man before we hit the water.
I come up first, shaking water out of my hair and laughing. Castiel pops up shortly after looking none too pleased.
"I wasn't really going to push you. But, between you and me, I'll count that." I pull him close, relishing in the heat radiating from his shivering form, and press my lips lightly to his.
Gabriel wolf whistles from above us.
When we pull apart, Castiel flips him off.
"I think I want to get into bed." He's chattering like crazy, but at least I can understand him.
"And I think I'll join you."
"Don't forget a condom!" Gabriel shouts.
"Fuck off Gabe!"
"You can borrow some of my sweats." He pulls a pair out of his bag and hands them to me.
"Thanks." There's a small awkward pause before we both turn around to undress.
I shimmy out of my jeans and boxers, and pull off my shirt without unbuttoning it, then slip into the warm dry sweats. They're a little small, but comfortable at least. I turn back around to face Castiel.
My heart skips a beat. Castiel is fully naked, bent over to pick his own sweats up from the ground. And, God! His ass! My cock gives a stir of interest as I stare, even when he stands up. I watch the way his muscles move under his tight pale skin, by the time he has his pants on I'm half hard.
I blush and look away when he turns back to me.
He coughs a little, gives a half turn to the truck, then turns back, opening and then closing his mouth like he wants to say something. Then he turns and climbs into the bed of the truck, settling under the blankets on the air mattress.
"Goodnight." He mumbles.
I climb in next to him.
"Yeah...night." I lay perfectly still on my back until I fall into an uneasy sleep.
It can't be fifteen minutes later when I wake with a start, Castiel is on top of me, mouthing hotly at my neck and leaving marks I'm sure. He's pressed to me, his weight comforting in a way, as he pants into my shoulder. He's hard, and it's resting hot and heavy on my stomach. My own cock springs into action; I'm hard so fast it hurts.
"C-Cas?"
"I want you so bad." He murmurs into my ear.
I groan, "I want you too. But not like this, not right now. Cas…Castiel, we're pretty drunk, and this is only our first date."
He sighs and rests is cheek against my shoulder, "I know."
There is a slow pregnant pause between us.
"Dean?" Cas props himself up on his elbows over me.
"Hmm?" I reach up and brush some of his unruly hair away from his face.
"Would you may be like to have a second date?"
"I would love to. And I would also love to get some sleep." I yawn, noticing that the far reaches of the sky are turning shades of cotton candy pinks and blues.
"Kay." Castiel mumbles tiredly while trying to roll off of me.
I grip his waist, "Don't go though." I pull his body flush against mine where he shifts around for a second, twining his legs and mine, and settling his head more comfortably on my shoulder, facing towards me, with his warm breath ghosting over my skin with every exhale.
"Goodnight." I whisper, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head.
"Night..." He gives one final sigh before his breathing evens out and he becomes completely slack on top of me.
"Ohhhhh! My head!" Castiel groans when we wake up, burrowing into my shoulder to shield himself from the bright mid-day light. "How much did you let me drink last night?" The slighter man grumbles.
I just laugh; I haven't had a hangover in years. "I was supposed to keep track? Gabe kept up a steady supply of booze for you, right up until we jumped in the river."
"I blame you for that one."
"I wasn't the one that pushed you and need I remind you, that I was allowed quite the rude awakening as well." I try to keep a straight, upset face, but it slips into a soft smile as he frowns. More of a pout really, and it works surprisingly well for his mature, angled face.
He grimaces, "Aren't you hung over at all?"
"No, that's a skill I've worked on for years."
"I hate you." He grumbles as he hides his face again. "Mm, you're warm." He burrows closer under the three piled sleeping bags, stubble grazing and tickling at the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I hum at the heat radiating off of his lithe frame.
"You can whine so pitifully at your hangover, yet you still have brain function for a boner?"
"It doesn't require brain function." He presses down into my hip, "And you're one to talk." His thigh sneaks its way between my own with teasing friction before finding a good angle. His pace is painfully slow and deliberate as he thrusts against my hip. His own sweats cling to mine, running the soft interior over the entire length of my cock with each movement of his narrow hips.
All I want to do is have his skin on my own. Slipping and sliding through sweat and come. All I want is to see him writhing beneath me, making those pretty, delicious sounds the same as now. All I want to feel is his hips gripped tight in my hands and my dick gripped tight in his pretty little ass. And I wonder what his ass feels like.
The friction is slow and delicious, and going nowhere fast.
Castiel's too big sweats ride lower and lower with every thrust against my body and so I help them on their way down, pushing them down to his knees, as far as I could.
A mewl of surprise escapes his mouth between breathy moans.
His legs are trapped, hanging awkwardly in the legs of his sweats. He attempts to keep up his movements, but it proves difficult.
He huffs, "Dean..."
I flip us so that he's underneath me; he just stares up in surprise.
The heated red of his cheeks highlights the sliver of gorgeous blue still surrounding his blown pupils. His lips parted, panting slightly, sending heavy puffs of steam into the cold air. His hair more of a disaster than I've ever seen and still managing to look perfect, framing his face and head in an auburn halo against the pillow.
His eyes shift away from my face, as if embarrassed by my inspection.
"What?" He mumbles, whole face turning away.
"Nothing, just that...well...I could get used to seeing you like this." I murmur before leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
The deep rose shade seeps from his cheeks, across the bridge of his nose, and up over his ears, only making the blue of his eyes stand out more.
"I wouldn't mind that, but right now..."
I don't say anything; just pull his sweats the rest of the way down and off.
When I reach for the hem of his shirt his arms automatically go up to help me get it off of him.
I kiss him. Just a light peck, first on the lips then his nose, over each of his eyes, both of his cheeks, and back to his mouth. I move down, biting sharply behind his ear and carefully gauging his reaction.
His hips cant up and he groans.
I lap at the tender spot, following the already forming, circular bruise with my tongue and Castiel shudders under me.
I chuckle, a sound that rumbles, low and fast through my chest.
As I make my way down I stop at his adams apple, sucking softly, leaving behind only a quickly fading red spot.
Then at the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting a dark mark into the tender skin reveling in the quiet moans he rewards me with and the way he squirms and tries to thrust up past my hands that firmly hold his hips down to the mattress.
Cas groans, "Come on! All I could think about...all week...was how hot it would be...to watch you and feel you fuck me...so good that I blackout when I come."
"And who would I to be to deny you that?" At this point, I'm not thinking about how I only met this man a week ago, or how this is our first date. All I'm thinking about is how badly I want to be in him.
"A real asshole at this point, is who you would be."
I laugh and I kiss him.
"Hey! Cassie! Caaaasstieeellll! Oh brother of mine! Are you still sleeping?" Gabriel's head pops over the side of the bed of the truck in time to find us motionless and pretending to be asleep.
"Cas! Cassie! Castiel! Castieeeeelllllll!" Gabe continues to shout.
Castiel shifts under me, pretending as if he's just woken up.
"What?" The slighter man grumbles.
"Get up! Come on, and wake up your boyfriend, too! We're going to lunch."
"Now?" Cas groans.
"Yes, now. Let's go! I'll wait right down here for you two."
We both sit up, pulling our pants back into place.
"Could we get a rain check?" Castiel looks up at me hopefully.
"Yeah, rain check." I lean forward and kiss him.
Gabe is back to peering at us over the side of the truck and he wolf whistles.
Castiel throws a pillow at his brother's head, but he's laughing.
"So, am I required to go to lunch? I would really like to get back to Annaleigh."
"I would really like it if you came out to lunch with us. How about, we go back to your place and we could pick her up, take her with us?"
I think about it, I'm on the fence about the idea for a moment before my stomach growls at me and I remember that it was once again a day for grocery shopping and the only thing I had at home was formula.
"Okay."