Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: [NC-17] - What Happens On The Training Mat

May 19, 2013 18:03

Title: What Happens on the Training Mat
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language, sex
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: Cas wants to help Dean unwind.
Word Count: 1,662

New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost



Cas knew Dean was nervous about breakfast with Sam and Jessica. It was going to take time before they found their footing with each other, but Cas had faith it would all work out in the end.

Still, they had several hours before they were supposed to arrive at Sam’s home, and Dean was already up, and Cas could sense he needed to unwind.

Cas sat up, and stretched, watching Dean as he completed a set of push-ups. His shirt was off, and it was a pleasant sight.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” Dean said in between breaths.

“Not really.” Cas yawned, and allowed himself to watch his lover. The sweat pooling in the dip of his back, his muscles bunching as he worked them.

He was a lucky man.

“I haven’t had much time to practice with my light saber lately. I thought I might check out their training facilities. Perhaps you would like to join me?”

Dean stopped, and sat on the floor, he smiled. “Sounds good, just let me get changed..”

Cas nodded and began to gather his things.

****

It was early, so the room was empty. Sam had told them this was used for sparing, training, and exercising. It was a decent size, lined with mats, workout equipment, and various training dummies were scattered about.

Dean inhaled, he could smell faint traces of sweat - it made him smile.

It had been too long since he and Cas had gotten to spar - way too long.

It was nice to just unwind, and have fun.

He knew he needed this, he wasn’t dreading seeing Sam again, but he was nervous.

He put that aside, and watched Cas as he pulled out his practice saber, his elegant fingers caressing the hilt, he smiled at Dean, then began stretching.

Dean did the same, no use tearing a muscle for the hell of it.

After his mucles felt limber, he grabbed his practice saber, and twirled it in his hands, feeling Cas’s eyes on him.

“Ready?”

Dean nodded, and grinned as Cas’s blue beam erupted out.

He could feel Cas’s excitement; he’d missed this as well.

Dean attacked first, he usually did, he was impatient at times. Cas laughed anticipating his lunge, and easily slipping out of range.

Dean growled playfully, as Cas’s blade swept downwards in an arc toward him.

Their blades locked, and the blue from Cas’s saber blended with his green, painting Cas’s pale skin in streaks of color.

His eyes were alive, and laughing.

Dean loved seeing Cas like this.

He always had, but now it felt different.

They hadn’t actually sparred since they’d become lovers - and that added an extra layer of anticipation for Dean.

Dean shifted his weight, and danced to the right, then spun sideways. Cas matched his every move.

Their blades kept connecting as they blocked each others attacks.

Dean was breathing hard, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he tried to break through Cas’s defense.

The man was amazing.

So full of grace, and speed.

Dean was physically stronger, but strength meant nothing when your opponent was too fast to strike.

They spun, dodged, and laughed as they each tried to gain the upper hand.

His thoughts drifted to the last time they’d sparred - Cas straddling him - his hands running over Cas’s body - how much he’d wanted him even then.

Dean felt his dick twitch.

Cas wiped sweat from his brow, his upper lip was coated with it. The short sleeve shirt he was wearing showed off his long lean muscles, and Dean was consumed with the need to feel Cas’s skin against his.

Dean swallowed, and tried to focus on the fight.

Cas flipped backwards, as Dean swept his blade at his feet.

Cas landed flawlessly a few feet away, and Dean charged him. Cas eyes widened in a flicker of surprise.

In real combat, it was a move that would most likely have gotten him killed, as he would have impaled himself directly on his opponents blade, but they were only playing.

Cas moved the blade out of the way, so Dean wouldn’t injure himself, and allowed Dean to tackle him to the mat - sort of.

As they landed, Cas shifted his hips, and with a roll, he had Dean pinned underneath him again.

Dean chuckled, and made no move to escape - he was, after all, exactly where he wanted to be.

“You must have read my mind,” Dean whispered, not bothering to hide the want in his voice. As he gripped Cas’s hips, and lifted his own, dragging his cock against Cas’s.

The other man was already hard as well.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one that had been turned on by their match.

Cas’s eyes widened, then darkened. “We are in a public place,” he rasped, but his body shuddered as Dean’s blunt nails scraped down his back.

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet.” Dean cupped the back of Cas’s damp neck, and pulled their lips together.

Cas gasped into his mouth, his tongue sliding inside, and licking desperately.

Dean kissed a path down Cas’s jaw line, and neck, stopping at the collarbone, and sucking.

Cas whimpered, his hips grinding slowly, and rhythmically against Dean, setting his dick on fire.

“You remember that day at the temple?” Dean whispered against Cas’s hot skin, his fingers tenderly running up and down Cas’s back, breathing in his scent, basking in the overwhelming feeling of being wanted, needed, and loved.

Cas pressed his forehead to Dean’s, his eyes tender. “Of course.”

“You want to know a secret?” Dean pressed his lips against Cas‘s ear. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted you in that moment.”

Cas lifted his forehead from Dean’s, and his hips stilled, his expression was one of surprise, and love.

How Cas could still not realize how perfect he was, astounded Dean. He’d have to show him.

Dean captured his lips with his, and Cas melted into him, his kisses became more desperate, his hips greedy. Dean smiled against his lover’s lips and slid his hand down the back of Cas’s pants. He brushed against Cas’s entrance and was rewarded with a moan.

Cas’s fingers dug into Dean’s skin and he allowed Dean to roll them over. Dean pulled Cas’s shirt off, exposing his flat stomach, and flawless chest. The mat beneath them was slick with sweat, and it kept making soft, wet noises as they writhed on top of it. Dean pulled Cas pants down, exposing his hard cock, it bobbed up and down once, and Dean made a sound of approval.

He pulled his own clothes off, and practically dove for his bag.

Cas didn’t seem surprised he’d brought the lube. He hummed happily as Dean coated his fingers. Cas opened his legs immediately, his eyes full of heat.

Dean gently eased a finger inside of him, watching Cas’s face, as he always did for any sign of pain. Cas shuddered, and his muscles relaxed around Dean as he stroked his face with his free hand.

By the time Dean had the third finger inside, Cas was wrecked. His eyes were wide, his chest heaving, his hips moving. “Dean,” he rasped, “please.”

Dean would have laughed except he needed this just as much as Cas did.

He coated his sex with lube, and was surprised when Cas sat up, and put his hand on his chest, pushing him backwards.

Dean obliged, curious what his lover was up to.

Cas positioned himself over Dean, aligning their bodies, and began to sink down onto his dick.

Dean almost screamed, Cas was so damn tight, and fuck, he felt so good.

He was lost in the moment, his hands holding Cas’s hips, supporting him as he took deep breaths and pushed Dean deeper in.

Cas’s body shuddered, as Dean felt himself bottom out inside of Cas.

Cas looked down at him, his eyes hooded, hips lips parted, his hair a mess of sweat and tangles, his cheeks flushed, and Dean thought he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

His hands rested on Dean’s chest, balancing himself, and he began to move.

Dean forced himself to keep still at first, not wanting to cause discomfort, knowing Cas needed a moment for his body to adjust, and stretch.

His lover moved slowly at first, soft puffs of breath were the only sound in the room as they made love.

Dean gripped Cas’s cock, and began jerking him off slowly, as he thrust down on him.

Cas gasped, and his fingernails dug at Dean’s chest.

Cas increased his pace, lifting up, and thrusting down, each one sending Dean closer to bliss.

Dean began meeting Cas thrust for thrust. Cas adjusted his angle slightly, and Dean watched his eyes widen, and he cried out as Dean hit that bundle of nerves.

He smiled, as Cas figured out how to position himself, and began hitting that spot over and over, pre-cum was leaking all over his stomach, and Dean knew he’d never get tired of this.

Their eyes locked, and Cas wild blue orbs were glorious.

Cas came first, spurting all over Dean’s chest.

Dean had barely been holding on, and the noises Cas made as he climaxed sent him over the edge.

Cas collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard, and practically purring.

Dean smiled, kissing each of Cas’s closed eyes.

Cas reluctantly sat up, and pulled himself off of Dean, then they laid down next to each other, and Dean enveloped him with his arms, knowing they needed to get dressed, it was still early, and so far no one else had entered the room, but that could change at any moment.

Cas touched his face, and kissed him. “I wanted you to,” he breathed.

Dean swallowed, and kissed him back.

He was so fucking lucky.

A/N: I fully admit, this fic did not need to happen to advance the plot (in fact, it pretty much delayed the plot)- I just wanted to write it. Forgive me and my hormones :)

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genre: fusion, fic: supernatural, pairing: dean/castiel, genre: jedi!verse, tags: genre: crossover, tags: fic, genre: slash

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