Party Time (Part 4)
Title: Party Time (Part 4)
Author: bballgirl3022
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel and Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers: If you know Gabriel and Castiel then you’re good
Warnings: Sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural
Summary: The truth comes out.
Word Count: 1,376
Notes: I wrote sex! I’m pretty sure it’s horrible, but I couldn’t help myself *runs and hides*. Thanks and enjoy!
No beta… Sorry.
Part 3
Party Time (Part 4)
Castiel woke to a warm body plastered along his back and a possessive hand heating the skin on his stomach where his (Dean’s) shirt rode up during the night. It was nice to wake up comfortable in someone else’s arms and not cold and alone in his own bed.
Dean’s hands felt nice on him; Strong and sure and slightly rough and… slipping into the waistband of his pants.
“Dean?” Castiel felt Dean’s ‘hmm’ in response. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you.” Dean’s thumb was rubbing circles on Castiel’s hipbone working down to the apex of his thigh.
“Let me touch you too,” His voice sounded needy to his own ears. Castiel wants, no needs, to touch Dean too. He wants to actively participate.
Dean is nuzzling along the nape of his neck, “No.” Castiel stiffens in Dean’s hold at his refusal. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.” Castiel’s next breath is more like a sob. “Shh, Let me do this for you.”
Dean takes his time learning how Castiel likes to be touched. He found the spot on Castiel’s neck that makes his back arch. Learns that Castiel likes light scratching along his spine. Learns that Castiel is slightly ticklish along his sides; and moans loudly when his pulse point is sucked.
Castiel is wanton and a shivering mess before Dean even touches his cock. Even then it’s barely there grazes of Dean’s fingertips over the heated flesh. Castiel moan brokenly and begs “Please. Dean Please.” Dean ‘shh’s him again and rearranges Castiel’s legs for better access.
Castiel feels vulnerable. Not because he’s ashamed of Dean seeing him; he’s still fully clothed, but he feels so naked. Dean is touching him everywhere and he doesn’t expect Castiel to reciprocate anything. This was mostly new experience. The other men Castiel had slept with always expected reciprocation and only cared to get Castiel off so they could roll over and sleep. Sex never felt like this before. It was never all about Castiel’s pleasure. That’s what Dean wanted though; to please Castiel, to make him come completely undone. Make him ache for Dean’s touch and then drive him over the edge.
Castiel is whimpering pathetically. He wants this to end and he wants it to go on forever. Dean has a tight grip on him and a slow pace. Castiel’s hips buck further into Dean’s hand in an attempt to speed up the pace, but Dean chuckles and continues mouthing at the damp skin of Castiel’s neck; leaving small marks.
Dean’s other hand flattens against Castiel’s stomach and brings his hips back, so there’s no space between Castiel’s back and Dean’s front. Dean’s hips grind shallowly against the small of Castiel’s back and Castiel can feel just how much Dean’s enjoyed touching him.
The pace of Dean’s hand increases slightly, but its enough to push Castiel over the edge and release sticky fluid over Dean’s hand and in his borrowed pants. Dean gives Castiel’s neck a sharp bite and stills behind him; joining Castiel in a pleasured delight.
Dean’s breath is hot against his neck as his breath tries to even out. Castiel can feel Dean’s heartbeat pounding in time with his own. They stay cuddled together in bliss a few minutes until Dean gives Castiel’s shoulder a nip and asks “Good?” Castiel nods in response because his brain is much too mushy to form sentences. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I enjoyed touching you.” Castiel feels Dean smile against his skin.
“I like you touching me too.” It’s true. Dean’s touch is like fire and heat on his skin. Castiel craves it.
“Come on Cas. I think we need a shower.”
*****
The shower was not overtly sexual. It was extremely sensual and Castiel is sure Dean has ruined showers for him forever.
Dean finally let Castiel touch him. It was amazing; all wet and hot skin everywhere. Dean didn’t let Castiel do any sexual activities that usually accompanied shared showers. Dean washed Castiel’s hair and that was a first for him. The light scratch of Dean’s nails against his scalp sent tiny tingles of pleasure down his spine. Castiel found that act immensely. The whole shower was great; washing, touching, and kissing, all without any expectations to go further.
They had breakfast after. Sam and Gabriel were thankfully gone; because Castiel had no intention of sharing Dean’s company; even with their brothers. Dean did most of the cooking; and Castiel did help, but mostly he just made a mess. The two never stopped touching and Castiel loved the intimacy of it.
Castiel was in Dean’s lap at the moment. They were sharing a slow, lazy kiss that made Castiel feel warm and wanted. It was wonderful to kiss someone without the desperation of needing to get naked and take things farther. This was pure heaven.
A long time passed before Dean connected his forehead with Castiel’s so he could see into his eyes. “You know were still need to talk.” Castiel nodded. “Now?” He really didn’t want to talk about this stuff now; didn’t want to break out of his happy haze to talk about something serious.
They ambled up to the bedroom so they wouldn’t be interrupted in case Sam and Gabriel came home. It was unlikely as they were probably having crazy sex on as many surfaces in the house Castiel and Gabriel shared together. And that in itself was a disturbing thought.
“I always wanted a family,” Dean starts, “Little tiny versions of me running around driving me crazy like I drove my parents crazy. I wanted to give them the happy childhood I never had.” Dean tells Castiel about his lackluster home life. How his mom died when he was young and his dad was either drunk or gone. How he pretty much raised Sam all on his own. How he dropped out of high school to work three jobs so he could afford the house he and Sam lived in and food and everything else they needed. Castiel mourned the childhood that Dean didn’t have and rejoiced in the fact that Dean was a good man despite these hardships.
“I met Lisa at the bar where I worked when I was twenty-five. She was lively and passionate and wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship. I took to her immediately. We were together for two weeks and then she left. She didn’t show up again for five more years; this time with a kid, a kid who looked and acted like me. I wanted him to be mine. Wanted the stability a family offered.”
Dean takes a breath to calm himself before he continues. Castiel laces their finger together in attempts to offer a small amount of comfort. “Ben wasn’t mine, but I wanted him anyway. We moved in together and it lasted a year. She left. Just up and left because she could and didn’t like to be tied down. That crushed me for a long time.” Castiel can feel Dean trembling, trying to keep it together.
“I felt so broken, so lost. It took awhile to put myself back together. Sam helped as much as he could, but it was a long process. One I’m not sure is over.” He stops to lock gazes with Castiel, “But I’d like to put myself back together for you. I want to be pieced back together with you.” It was so sappy that Castiel couldn’t help but take Dean into his arms and squeeze the breath out of his lungs.
“Oh Dean,” Castiel can’t help but wonder what he’s done to deserve such a perfectly selfless man. Castiel hopes he can fill Dean’s broken cracks and that Dean can fill the empty holes Castiel has.
They don’t talk about Castiel. Too many emotions all at one time can be overwhelming. Castiel is already overwhelmed from Dean’s admission and can tell Dean is emotionally worn out. Castiel won’t be able to handle his own past after heaviness so far.
The rest of the day passes in a blur of laziness. Comfort is offered silently through loving touches and when they fall asleep that night with Dean wrapped tightly around Castiel. They fit together perfectly and Castiel drifts off feeling completely content.
Part 5