He stood there, frozen and staring at someone he had thought he'd never see again. Cass stood next to the large armchair in a khaki trench coat with black slacks. An even darker tan than himself, dark blue eyes, and a very scruffy face. The corners of his lips twitched, as if wanting to smile broadly. Not quite as tall as himself, he still had a very muscled body, he knew that from past experiences. Taking a couple of steps forward, he paused as he heard Ben coming up behind him. Stepping to the side, he looked at Ben then back to Cass.
"Hello Ben. It's nice to finally meet you in person." Cass said to him in a warm voice. Ben raised an eyebrow, like he wasn't sure if he was o.k. with that or not. Finally, he couldn't stand much more. Without further hesitation, he took a few large strides over to Cass. Gripping his shoulders for a moment, then he brought him in for a tight hug. He had almost forgot how wide his shoulders were. His nose detected the smell of something a lot like pine fresh cleaner. Most likely that's exactly what he smelled. He jumped as Cass returned the gesture and hugged just as tight. After a few more seconds, he stepped away and punched him in the chest. Stumbling back, Cass fell into the armchair. Looking up at Dean, confused, it seemed he didn't know why he had hit him. Not really knowing himself, he just looked at him with too many emotions to comprehend.
"Dean, why did you strike me?" he asked, frowning up at him and used a hand to rub the area where he been hit.
"Where have you been? When did you get back?" he almost shouted. His head was beginning to hurt from the all the new issues that seemed to be piling up recently.
"Dean, I can not tell you everything." he said, but continued when it looked like he was going to let out his frustration again." I only returned yesterday and didn't make it here until last night. I was not able to find where you were until this morning." he finished, his color began to turn a little pink. He stood there and looked at Cass, heat rising on his neck. Though he wasn't positive, he detected movement from Cass's crotch. If he had found them this morning, that meant he knew exactly what had been happening. Almost feeling sick, knowing that Cass could easily blast him into nothingness. As he looked at Cass, he noticed he didn't seem to be upset. Instead, he looked concerned and a bit curious. Peering behind him, Cass seemed to be studying Ben closely. Feeling it safe, he crossed and sat on the love seat with his mind racing. Slowly, Ben made his way over to sit by him on the love seat.
After a few moments, Cass turned to him and finally gave him a smile. Feeling relieved and somewhat flustered, he smiled back. His face turned serious in a flash as he tilted his head and and shifted his gaze until his face looked off to the north east. Beside him, Ben did almost the same thing, but instead of looking in the same direction, he peered at him, with a look of pained confusion. The movement caught Cass's attention and he looked at Ben frowning. He was giving him a hard look, like he needed to speak to him alone. Before he could do anything, he stretched out his foot and barely grazed his shoe against Ben's bare foot. instantly, Ben began to shift uneasily, and got up and walked off. Startled, he began to rise but Ben turned his head back mouthed the words "Gotta pee" with flushed face. Even as he turned around, he saw Ben reach down and his hand clamped down on his crotch, apparently onto his dick so he wouldn't piss everywhere.
"Dean," Castiel said quietly in a rush,"there's some malevolent being that stocks the land to the northwest. I'm not positive what it is, but it's powerful. What I do know about it is it can take on many forms and can only be seen by those who have never looked into the eyes of the devils' minions. As long as you are in the presence of of one who can see it, you're both safe. In my current state, I cannot out match it. If I was caught by one before I've regained my former angelic power, I'd be sent down into purgatory with an angel's worst fear, leviathans." he finished, looking down into his hands with as if he couldn't believe he was so helpless.
"Devil's minions...you mean demons?" he asked, feeling on edge. Cass nodded and opened his mouth, but he finished his thought.
"So, you can't help us until your batteries are recharged." he asked him with a sour look.
"I do not have batteries Dean." he said frowning.
Shaking his head, he had forgotten how Cass took everything he said in a literal way. Still, he was glad to see him again. Finally smiling, he reached out his right hand and patted Cass's shoulder. This finally broke the seriousness of the moment. Lifting one hand, Cass took hold of his and shook it vigorously. After a few moments, Cass released his hand and glanced at where Ben had gone.
As he watched Cass, he found it interesting to see his face turning red. Whether from embarrassment or disapproval, he didn't know. Feeling a bit ashamed, he looked down at the floor, trying to find words that would help explain his recent actions to Cass. What he and Ben had been doing for the past couple of days was so illegal and morally wrong he wondered why Cass hadn't stopped him or punished him in any way. He had fooled around with Cass before. Recalling his thoughts he had when he sat in the very chair Cass was sitting a couple of days ago immediately after he had helped Ben out in the bath. While he sat in that chair he had reminisced about how he had shown Cass the art of masturbation and in return Cass let him fuck his vessel. The way Cass was staring past him, he knew that Cass was aware of what they had being doing together.
"Cass?" he asked him, his suddenly going dry,"have you been watching us constantly since this morning?" he finished, feeling heat burning his ears.
"Yes, Dean," he said, voice perfectly stable,"I know you and Ben have been having intercourse."
Dropping his head, he almost felt sick. Then he wondered how come he hadn't come forward earlier than now.
"How come you haven't stopped us?" he wondered aloud.
"Well, it was interesting to watch someone who has not developed into an adult and see how they handle all the new sensations. I was trying to see and remember if I acted the same when I first started to become aware of my own sexual desires surfacing." he told him, looking straight into his eye. After a few moments, he dropped his hands onto his lap and tried to look passive. Cass looked up at the ceiling and tried to hide his now obvious bulge in his crotch.
"I'll be right back Cass. gotta take a leak." he said in a rush. This was the truth, but he also felt he needed to leave the room for a minute or his own half aroused cock become entirely hard. He got up and walked to the bathroom before Cass could respond. As he walked, he was struck with confusion at how he looked at sexual situations. Before he started fooling around with Ben for the first time, all he every thought about or expected was how much he loved fucking pussy and and playing with tits. Now however, it was like he couldn't think straight, literally. All he thought about now was cock and ass. Turning the corner, he shook his head in an attempt to shake out the memory of what Cass's, or more accurately, Jimmy Novak's cock looked like. Thick purple headed cut cock that...Shaking it again he ran right into Ben.
"Omph!" Ben cried almost falling to the floor. Luckily he caught him, and stood him up again.
"Sorry Ben, I wasn't paying attention." he said, smirking.
"That's o.k." he said smiling and tried to peer around his shoulder. Ben bit his lip and looked up at him opening his mouth to say something, then shut it began to walk away. Reaching his hand out, he hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans.
"What was you going to say? You should know by now I really don't mind about that stuff." he told him, giving him a small smile. Grinning, he bounced on his toes and looked down, as if trying to find the right words to say. After a few moments he nodded his head and looked up.
"Dean, have you ever done anything with him?" he asked looking a bit flustered.
"What kind of stuff?" he asked innocently, knowing perfectly well what Ben was talking about. Rolling his eyes, he pulled onto his shirt to bring his ear down so he could whisper into it.
"Anything, intimate?" he asked, face totally pink with embarrassment.
"Yes I have." he smirked. Ben looked up at him with wide eyes and amazement.
"Tomorrow's my birthday remember?" he said breathlessly.
He nodded at him, smiling broader.
"I was wondering..." he trailed off.
"Ben" he chuckled. "You don't have to keep worrying about if I think you're weird if you ask something that relates to sex and stuff.: he exasperatedly.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd give me part of a present now, and it's something kind of wrong." he said, voice shaking with nervousness.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to see Castiels' cock." he squeaked.
He couldn't help give him a broad smile. He had been expecting what he had just said. To be fair, Cass's vessel Jimmy was hot, so he had no problem with that part.
"Do you want me to blow him or something?" he asked, smirking, feeling his own hard cock ready to burst through his zipper. Ben kind of gasped and nodded, raising his hand and grabbed onto his hard cock and squeezed and rubbed it a bit. This was so unexpected, he bucked into Ben's palm."Do you think he'll let you do it?" Ben asked him, now looking back up and released his grip. He snorted and nodded, remembering the way Cass had looked at Ben, and the conversation they had before he had decided to take a leak.
"I don't think he'll let you watch from up close though. Tell you what go get some clothes and head back down here to shower. All you have to do is open the is open this bathroom door and remove the picture on the inside of the door. Do you remember why I put a mirror on the outside of the bathroom door?" he asked smiling, pleased he had taken the initiative to be overly safe.
Shaking his head, Ben frowned at him. Patting his shoulder he walked with him to the door and opened it. Once in, he took the picture off the door and set it aside. Ben gave a light gasp. When they first moved into the house, he had installed the one way mirror. That way if there were enemies outside the door waiting to attack someone in the bathroom, they wouldn't know that every move they made was seen. There was an armchair that was fairly close to the door. All he would have to do is have Cass sit in it and Ben could watch while he was being pleased. Without further ado, Ben made for the stairs and ran to his room to get clothes. Chuckling again, he unzipped himself and pulled out his have hard uncut cock and let loose. The last few drops out, he shook and then put it away.
Making his way back to the living room he sat down and faced Cass again. Cass smiled nervously at him, looking apprehensive. Keeping his mouth shut, he watched as Ben came back down the stairs and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. After a moment or two, the sound of the shower became audible. Turning his head toward him, Cass opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Face bright red, he peered down his crotch then back up. Dean smiled as Cass gave him a pleading smile. The look was almost desperate, and yet adorable.
"Dean, can you uh...help me real quick before Ben finishes his shower?" he asked softly, his deep voice becoming edgy and desperate."I promise it won't take long." he finished with a hopeful air about him.
Playing his part, he frowned and looked at his crotch.
"Can't you do that yourself?" he asked, trying to make himself sound willing, be still cautious.
"I can, but it's not as good when you do it." he whispered, then looked up again.
Sighing, Dean looked quickly at the bathroom door. Studying it for a moment, he winked his right eye, the one Cass couldn't see. Giving a deep sigh, he nodded hesitantly and smiled. Cass looked thrilled and began to undo his slacks with speed. This was almost funny enough that he might laugh. He got up and walked over to Cass, who removed his hands and spread his legs expectantly. Smirking, Dean leaned down and made to kiss his forehead. Out of nowhere, Cass wrapped his large hand around his neck and pulled him down so their lips met.
"Umph" he let out before Cass 's tongue invaded his mouth.
As their tongues wrestled, he reached down into Cass's crotch and took hold of the swollen cock through the opening in the front of his boxers. Shuddering, Cass bucked up into his fist. Smiling, he pulled his weeping dick through and pulled it up so Cass was standing. Their mouths still together, he walked backward, Dean holding on to the shaft and pulling it along like a leash. Coming closer to the bathroom door, Cass hesitated and frowned. He shook his head and pointed at the chair. His face relaxed again and eagerly sat down in the chair. Trying to figure out how to give Ben the best view, he turned the chair a bit to the right. Once they were in the correct position, he felt a heavy weight on his head that pulled it down to the erect cock, that rose through the front opening like a pillar.
As he licked the head, Cass let out deep groan.
"Oh Dean, that's so good." Castiel whispered, almost to himself. He was always struck with his deep and gravelly voice, so masculine and forceful, making him almost proud to be the angels bitch. Not being able to help himself, he teased out the act with extreme slowness. Looking down, Cass whimpered, wanting something more vigorous. Winking, he plunged down and surrounded the angel's huge head on his dick. Cass let out such loud sound, that even if Ben was in the shower, he would have easily heard the noise. The angel no longer seemed to care. His other hand went down and soon his head was being forced down almost all the way to the base. This was a much more intense experience that it had been last time he had helped him out.
"Lick my slit Dean." he commanded, pulling him up gently by his hair and grinned down at him with heavy eyelids. This was extremely out of character.
"Where did you learn that word?" he asked, truly curious. Castiel's face went scarlet and he mumbled something under his breath.
"Tell me or I'm going to stop." he teased, raising and eyebrow. Looking awkward and embarrassed he glanced down a moment then met his eye.
"I just happened to be looking for your aliases at the local motels and didn't recognize any names, so I went room to room and well..." he trailed, and Dean noticed Castiel's dick seemed to harden even more than it already was.
"You watched people fucking when you went from room to room, didn't you?: he asked loudly, not being able to keep the pride out of his voice. He smiled and gripped the angels rod tighter, jerking it faster. Eyes bulging, he stared at the ceiling muttering something that sounded a lot like "it was an accident".
Yeah right. he thought to himself, letting Cass stick to his delusion.
Ducking down, he used his tongue and pressed it into the slit of his cock, tasting the salty precum dribbling out. Another moan burst from his mouth and he found this so hot, he unzipped his own pants. After that though, he hesitated, knowing Ben would want to take care of that himself. Castiel sat up and blinked as the light from outside began to get brighter as the clouds seemed to move on. Squinting his eyes, it looked like Cass was really being bothered by this. He glanced down at him with a half frown. Having an idea, he tried to smile around the cock in his mouth. Lifting his arms, he made a gesture for Cass to pull the shirt off of him.. Unsteady hands took hold of the sleeves and pulled the shirt up and off, with only a brief second when his lips left his shaft. For a minute he looked confused, then he smiled, finally seeming to understand what to do. Folding the shirt a few times, he placed it over his face.
Lifting his mouth off Castiel's swollen dick, "that better Cass?" he asked, voice raised a bit so he would be heard. Nodding a couple of times, he lifted his hand and gave a thumbs up. Snorting, Dean went right back to sucking and twisting his hand around the piece of meat in front of him. Almost jumping out of his skin, he looked down as he felt something moved between his legs. He barely caught himself as Ben wriggled under his crotch, and winked at him. Turning his head briefly, it seemed Ben left the bathroom door open a bit once the angel's eyes were covered. His pulse increased as he felt Ben's hand unzip him. By the time his leaking uncut cock was finally pulled out of it's confinement, his legs began to shake. As Ben raised his head and pushed his tongue inside the skin of the head of his cock, he felt he might burst right then.
Now he was having trouble keeping focused on the task of helping out Cass, without giving away that now there were three people in the room, all getting something hot out of it. What he wanted was to bend down and suck Ben's cock, but he couldn't do that without Cass being alerted to the changes. The act of using his shirt as a blind fold had also resulted in muffing the sound, which had masked the sound of him opening the bathroom door. Down in his gut, he felt a twitch and a tightening inside, alerting him that he was about to cum. In the chair, Cass raised a hand dropped it right atop his head, pushing it down until he felt the angels thick pubes tickling his nose. Not knowing how he did it, he felt Ben's hand reach through his zipper and angled his hand until he was able to dig in with one of his fingers probed inside his ass.
As soon as a finger barely grazed over his prostate, he lost it. Hips bucking, throat expanding and seizing, he felt his cum shooting into Ben's mouth. About the same time, he felt something lightly hit the back side of his jeans. His body began to settle down just when Cass's chest began to heave, at the same time the bundle of nerves under the angels balls began to contract, squeezing the load of cum from his balls into his shaft, and finally it erupted inside his mouth. It almost sounded like he heard a sob from under his shirt. Smiling, he reached under Cass's balls and did exactly what he had down to Ben a few days ago. With a stroke of one of his long fingers, he shoved it deep inside Cass's entrance, and then pressed and massaged the prostate gland. Immediately, Castiel grunted and thrusted his hips erratically and pressed his ass down with even more force on to his inserted finger.
Hearing a slight snap, he half turned and saw the bathroom door closing. Breathing a sigh of relief, he reached around and felt his ass. Feeling something wet on the jeans that covered where his entranced was. Bringing the hand back around, he smirked as he recognized cum on his finger.
That little horn dog shot cum onto my jeans. he thought with a snort. A moment later, Cass gave another grunt and pushed his face back down to the base of his cock. This time, his shirt fell off his face and Cass smiled as he shot another load into his throat. Cass smiled lazily, peering at him with his blue eyes, softened by a sexual release that hadn't happened in ages. Finally his shaking came to an end, and he slid down, melting into the chair. With a loud pop, he released the angels shaft and smirked up at the dazed guy. At that moment, the sound of the shower inside the bathroom shut off. Glancing up in alarm, Cass shot out of the chair and made his way back to the one he had sat in earlier. Losing balance with his slacks falling to the floor, he hit his knee and tried to pull them up with haste.
Not being able to help it, he let out a bark of laughter. Castiel's face was scarlet again, but this time he could tell it was from panic. Taking pity on him, he hurried forward and helped the angel return to a decent state. Finally with a relieved sigh, he sat back and blew air out of his mouth, making a sound like a raspberry. Smiling at him, he slapped his ass, then gave him an odd look. Bring his hand back around he stared at it, bringing it in closer to his face. sniffed and touched his tongue to it. Instantly, he got hard again, watching the angel lick Ben's cum. Luckily Cass didn't noticed looked embarrassed, like he was the one to some how deposited the mess there. Looking up as the bathroom door opened he mouthed the word "Sorry" Dean winked and nodded as Ben came around the corner, carrying his and ran up the stairs to deposit them in his room. Before Ben came back down, Castiel leaned forward toward him and indicated he wanted Dean to do the same. Sighing, he leaned forward so Cass could speak to as he wanted.
"Later tonight, if you want you can fuck me again." he said simply, with a straight face and no sigh of embarrassment or shame. Staring at him, he planned to take him up on that offer with a few revisions. Smirking, he winked at him as Ben hurried back down the stairs and returned to his spot on the love seat next to him.