Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: [NC-17] - Welcome To The New Age (1/10)
Title: Welcome To the New Age (1/10)
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. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: Dean, Cas, and Sam return from the colony, and try to contact Ellen.
Word Count: 2,602
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
The flight back to Reaper’s world was a quiet one. Hardly anyone spoke, and the weight of everyone’s pain and grief was palpable.
Cas was itching to contact Ellen, but knew they couldn’t get careless because they were emotional. It would do no one any good if they got themselves caught or killed. They had to wait until they could use Ash’s secure system to reach out to her, but it was hard.
Cas heard Sam speaking in a low voice, and his gaze drifted there. He was standing over the two soldiers, his hand on their shoulders.
He couldn’t imagine being Sam in this moment. He was their leader, he had to be strong, but he needed help himself.
Dean was watching the scene as well, his expression intense.
One of the men, who had very light, blonde hair, and green eyes was openly crying. Cas sensed he had known a family that lived there. He had fallen apart at the colony. A trait which could have gotten them all killed had any of the attackers still been there.
Cas didn’t fault him for his reaction, but knew the young man wasn’t cut out for this. You had to be able to grieve later; in the moment you needed to be alert and aware.
Cas had a feeling this man wouldn’t be on the front lines again any time soon.
He leaned his head back against the wall, and cleared his thoughts, finding a calm place in his mind to retreat for awhile.
****
They didn’t waste anytime reaching out to Ellen when they entered the base. Dean nodded to Ash, and they all crossed their fingers and toes that she would respond.
Ash had encrypted the transmission, and sent it on a frequency that Bobby had recommended. Apparently he and Ellen had used it in the past.
Unfortunately they knew they might have to wait. The signal was buried, and only accessible from Ellen’s private terminal.
Ash promised to contact them the moment she responded.
Bobby was standing beside Cas; he hadn’t exactly asked to be here, but Dean wasn’t going to send him away.
He knew he and Ellen had a past, what exactly that was, he didn’t know. But he knew enough to know it had been more than friendship.
Dean gave him a tired smile. “When he calls us, we’ll call you.”
Bobby grunted a ‘thanks’ and left the room.
Sam was leaning against the wall; he hadn’t said much since they’d found the colony.
“You want to grab a bite?” Dean offered.
Sam blinked, gave him a weak attempt at a smile, and shook his head. “No. I think I’m going to go see Jess. She had friends there.”
Dean swallowed, and stepped towards Sam, who looked lost and small. Completely unlike the leader he’d come to know. This had really thrown him for a loop; Dean couldn’t blame him. They’d all been through a lot lately, and if the council wouldn’t help them, things were only going to get worse.
Dean reached out and pulled Sam into a tight hug, and tried to let him know he wasn’t alone the only way he knew how.
Sam stood there a minute, tense, and Dean almost pulled back, but then Sam relaxed, and hugged him back. His grip was tight, and he made a small sound that broke Dean’s heart.
“It’s gonna be alright, Sam,” he breathed, hoping he wasn’t crossing any lines.
Sam clung to him tighter.
“Thanks,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, and raw.
Sam pulled back, and his eyes were too bright, but when he met Dean’s stare he didn’t seem quite as lost.
“You need some backup?” Dean offered, already knowing Sam would say no. This was something he had to do on his own.
Sam shook his head. “No, but I appreciate the offer.”
Dean nodded, and watched Sam walk out of the room.
Cas smiled at him, his eyes fond, tired, and proud all at once. He offered his hand. “Hungry?”
“Always.” Dean grinned and grabbed Cas’s hand, pulling him along affectionately.
****
After they shared a meal, they headed back to their room. Cas could feel the weight in the air, the sorrow. News had spread, and the everyone was grieving the loss of the colony.
Castiel needed a shower, he felt dirty, and wrung out. He’d known there was going to be death, but actually seeing it, feeling their pain, it was different.
And Sam, this was taking its toll, but he was proud of Dean for being there, for taking that step.
Dean had no idea how much his support and strength could affect those around him.
The door shut behind them and Cas almost sighed with relief.
Home.
It was silly, but he felt safe in this space with Dean. They’d been here awhile now, and it truly felt like they belonged here.
Accepted, loved, trusted.
Cas didn’t want to lose this.
“I’m going to shower,” Cas said quietly, kissing the back of Dean’s palm.
Understanding flashed over Dean’s face, and he nodded.
Cas entered the small refresher, and removed his clothes, making sure his robe hung from the hook on the back of the door. His fingers traveled down the soft material. Every time he touched it, looked at it, he was reminded of Dean’s love.
And right now, he needed that.
He pushed the images of blood and death from his mind, and turned on the water. He liked it a little too hot, and it took his skin a moment to adjust as he stepped inside and let the water beat against his back.
His sore muscles groaned in relief, and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
It was amazing how much the simple things in life like indoor plumbing could bring.
He heard the door open, and felt Dean’s presence.
Cas opened his eyes, and angled his head over his shoulder.
Dean was watching him, his eyes somehow gentle and needy all at once. Cas could feel his want, and desire to be close pulsing around him.
It had been awhile. They’d been living off of stolen moments for far too long. Now there was nothing to do but wait until they heard from Ellen.
Dean was waiting for permission to enter. Cas knew he wanted to make sure he didn’t want to be alone.
Cas reached his hand out. Dean slipped out of his clothes, and joined him. The other man pulled him close the moment he entered, enveloping him in an embrace.
Cas sagged against Dean’s chest, just inhaling him.
Dean’s fingers ran up and down his back, kneading into the muscle, making Cas groan.
“You okay?” Dean asked, just loud enough to be heard over the water.
Cas lifted his head, blinking water from his eyelids. “Not really, “ he admitted, not having to put on a brave face for Dean.
Dean swallowed. “Yeah. Me either.”
They watched each other, and Cas’s sex ached as Dean’s gaze drifted to his lips. Dean wasn’t the only one who was full of want. Today had been hell, and more was coming, but right now he could have this. He could have Dean and it would all go away for awhile.
Cas moaned as Dean’s knee rubbed against his cock. He shuddered, as Dean leaned in and licked his lips, lapping up the water droplets.
Cas kissed him, and Dean shoved his tongue inside greedily licking into Cas’s mouth. Cas had missed this even more than he’d realized. The closeness, the way Dean touched him, loved him.
They kissed, exploring, licking, and biting. The water still beat against Cas’s back, and he was in heaven.
He could feel Dean’s cock, poking his stomach, and his hands clumsily felt for the soap. He found it, and coated his fingers with it while his lips never stopped moving with Dean’s.
He slid a finger into Dean’s entrance, and was rewarded with a noise that was almost a whimper.
“More,” Dean groaned sucking on Cas’s neck.
Cas smiled, his finger sliding in deeper; Dean’s blunt nails dug into his hips.
It had been too long since he’d been inside Dean - his entire body ached for it. Cas placed his hands on Dean’s hips and spun him around.
Dean didn’t resist.
Instead he placed his palms against the shower wall, and spread his legs.
Cas just took the sight in for a moment. Dean’s firm ass, rounded and perfect. His muscled legs, smooth skin, water pooling in all right places. Cas inhaled; he felt overwhelmed at how much trust Dean had in him, how he was inviting Cas to do whatever he wanted with his body.
He knew that wasn’t something that came naturally to Dean; it was something that was only for him.
Cas moaned, and ran his hand down Dean’s spine, following the curve, biting on his shoulder.
Dean made noises that had Cas’s cock so hard it was almost painful.
“Cas,” he rasped.
Cas soaped himself up again, and worked Dean open with two fingers. Dean panted, and moaned, thrusting against Cas’s fingers.
He was so gorgeous like this.
By the time Cas had third finger inside of his lover, he was shaking with need and his cock was leaking.
Force, he’d missed this.
Dean practically screamed, and rasped Cas’s name.
Cas coated his sex with soap, and pressed his cock against Dean’s entrance.
Dean sighed in relief as Cas began to press in, taking it slow, and gentle, even though he was desperate to be inside his lover.
His hands traveled over Dean’s flat stomach as he pushed in further, adoring the way Dean’s muscles moved and tightened under his palms.
Dean was murmuring. Cas couldn’t make out the words, but the sound of Dean’s voice sent spikes of pleasure through his already thrumming body.
He had forgotten how good this felt. How tight, and warm Dean was, he panted, and basked in being this close with another person.
He bottomed out inside of Dean, and held still for a few moments. His lips painting a portrait on Dean’s back, his nose caressing his neckline.
“Okay?” Cas breathed.
Dean made an impatient sound, and Cas laughed, and began moving his hips.
His hands looped around Dean’s waist and found his cock, gripping it. He loved how Dean gasped, and whispered his name.
Cas lost himself in Dean. He buried his cock inside of him, and with each thrust the storm of pleasure inside of him intensified. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him as he panted, and inhaled Dean.
Dean was close. His body was vibrating, his hips rocking, the noises falling from his lips wrecked and desperate.
Dean spilled into the shower, his cries mixed with Cas’s as he felt his control slip, and he released into Dean, almost crying from the relief, and pleasure.
He rested his head on Dean’s back, and breathed.
“Wow,” Dean whispered.
Cas laughed, pulling out of Dean, and turning him around, capturing his mouth for a long, deep, kiss.
Dean’s hands ran through his hair. “I needed that.”
Cas made a noise of approval. “Me too.”
*****
Cas slipped a leg over Dean’s waist, and rested his head on his shoulder. The warmth from Dean’s skin making him murmur in contentment.
Dean smiled. “Someone’s clingy tonight,” his tone was kind, and his green eyes practically glowing with love, making sure Cas knew he was only teasing.
Cas raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t hear you complaining in the shower.” He smiled, and draped his arm over Dean’s stomach.
Dean relaxed into the touch, practically purring.
Neither of them had put their clothes back on - they’d simply crawled into bed, and were waiting for any news about Ellen.
“Can’t argue with that,” he wrapped an arm around Cas’s waist, and pulled him on top of him. His green eyes playful, but also a bit darker.
Cas didn’t resist when Dean’s hands began fondling his ass, and his lips placed feather light kisses along Cas’s jaw line.
Cas melted into the touch, letting Dean caress him. His hands ran from Cas’s thighs, up to the back of his neck.
Dean gripped his hips and aligned their cocks. Cas moaned, surprised how much he still ached for Dean. Only minutes ago he’d thought he was sated, and content, now, he was already aching for more.
“Gotta make up for lost time,” Dean murmured against his ear, his tongue flicking out, and his teeth nibbled on his ear lobe.
Cas groaned, and shifted his hips, loving the feel of his sex against Dean’s.
“I agree,” he managed, as Dean’s fingertip pressed against his entrance.
Dean’s expression was hungry, and suddenly Cas was on his back, with Dean on top of him. He moved downward, his eyes drinking Cas in, making Cas ache.
Dean sucked the inside of his thigh, finding the spot that drove Cas insane. Cas whimpered, his cock already half-hard again.
Dean kissed the reddened flesh, and moved over Cas’s sex, his warm breath caressed the sensitive tip. Cas whimpered, his hips thrusting upward, not caring that he was practically begging Dean to suck him.
Dean groaned. “Fuck, the things you do to me.”
Then his mouth closed around Cas’s cock, and Cas was a wreck for the second time that day. The wetness, the heat, the scrap of Dean’s teeth.
It was too much, and not enough.
Dean hummed while he sucked him, and the vibrations had Cas panting, and screaming. He gripped the sheets, and felt his orgasm coming fast and hard, but he held back, not wanting the moment to end.
Dean was so very good at this.
Cas’s hips lifted of their own accord and he thrust upward into Dean’s mouth. The other man groaned, his expression both approving and hungry.
Cas took that as permission, and he thrust again, almost seeing stars as he hit the back of Dean’s throat, again and again.
Dean was jerking himself off as Cas fucked into his mouth. Cas lost it; his orgasm ripping through him for the second time that day, and he screamed, his body shaking. Dean swallowed it all down, as he continued to work himself.
Cas laid there watching for several moments as Dean touched himself. He found himself sitting up, and pushing Dean back onto the bed. Dean’s eyes widened with excitement, as Cas took him in his mouth, and his head rolled back. His cock was already leaking, and Cas lapped it up, wanting to taste him.
Dean’s hands dug into his hair, and his hips shook, and he knew Dean was already almost there, he just needed a little help.
Cas took him in deep, he’d gotten better at this, and he loved how Dean shuddered as he sucked him. He slid several fingers into Dean as he worked him. His lover was already lose, and wet, and sensitive.
He stroked his prostate, and that was all it took.
Dean spilled into his mouth, and Cas swallowed it down, and then he collapsed onto Dean. They held each other, as they both breathed deeply, and melted into each other.
*****
Cas must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he new Dean was shaking him awake. He blinked, and wiped the grit from his eyes.
“Sorry babe, but we gotta get dressed. Ellen’s on the line.”
Cas was suddenly wide awake.
They were both dressed and out the door in minutes.
He only hoped this would be the break they needed.
Part 2
A/N: I know this took awhile to get posted, but there was a reason. I wanted to get this entire arc written before I started posting so you guys wouldn't have to wait so long in between updates. To allow time for editing/real life issues I plan to update every 3 days.
Also I just posted an entry with some fanart I drew to this fic. They are just cartoony doodles, but in case any of you are interested go HERE
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved - it's nice to know it anyone's enjoying this.
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. The title for this arc in the Verse was taken from the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.
Summary: Dean, Cas, and Sam return from the colony, and try to contact Ellen.
Word Count: 2,602
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
The flight back to Reaper’s world was a quiet one. Hardly anyone spoke, and the weight of everyone’s pain and grief was palpable.
Cas was itching to contact Ellen, but knew they couldn’t get careless because they were emotional. It would do no one any good if they got themselves caught or killed. They had to wait until they could use Ash’s secure system to reach out to her, but it was hard.
Cas heard Sam speaking in a low voice, and his gaze drifted there. He was standing over the two soldiers, his hand on their shoulders.
He couldn’t imagine being Sam in this moment. He was their leader, he had to be strong, but he needed help himself.
Dean was watching the scene as well, his expression intense.
One of the men, who had very light, blonde hair, and green eyes was openly crying. Cas sensed he had known a family that lived there. He had fallen apart at the colony. A trait which could have gotten them all killed had any of the attackers still been there.
Cas didn’t fault him for his reaction, but knew the young man wasn’t cut out for this. You had to be able to grieve later; in the moment you needed to be alert and aware.
Cas had a feeling this man wouldn’t be on the front lines again any time soon.
He leaned his head back against the wall, and cleared his thoughts, finding a calm place in his mind to retreat for awhile.
****
They didn’t waste anytime reaching out to Ellen when they entered the base. Dean nodded to Ash, and they all crossed their fingers and toes that she would respond.
Ash had encrypted the transmission, and sent it on a frequency that Bobby had recommended. Apparently he and Ellen had used it in the past.
Unfortunately they knew they might have to wait. The signal was buried, and only accessible from Ellen’s private terminal.
Ash promised to contact them the moment she responded.
Bobby was standing beside Cas; he hadn’t exactly asked to be here, but Dean wasn’t going to send him away.
He knew he and Ellen had a past, what exactly that was, he didn’t know. But he knew enough to know it had been more than friendship.
Dean gave him a tired smile. “When he calls us, we’ll call you.”
Bobby grunted a ‘thanks’ and left the room.
Sam was leaning against the wall; he hadn’t said much since they’d found the colony.
“You want to grab a bite?” Dean offered.
Sam blinked, gave him a weak attempt at a smile, and shook his head. “No. I think I’m going to go see Jess. She had friends there.”
Dean swallowed, and stepped towards Sam, who looked lost and small. Completely unlike the leader he’d come to know. This had really thrown him for a loop; Dean couldn’t blame him. They’d all been through a lot lately, and if the council wouldn’t help them, things were only going to get worse.
Dean reached out and pulled Sam into a tight hug, and tried to let him know he wasn’t alone the only way he knew how.
Sam stood there a minute, tense, and Dean almost pulled back, but then Sam relaxed, and hugged him back. His grip was tight, and he made a small sound that broke Dean’s heart.
“It’s gonna be alright, Sam,” he breathed, hoping he wasn’t crossing any lines.
Sam clung to him tighter.
“Thanks,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, and raw.
Sam pulled back, and his eyes were too bright, but when he met Dean’s stare he didn’t seem quite as lost.
“You need some backup?” Dean offered, already knowing Sam would say no. This was something he had to do on his own.
Sam shook his head. “No, but I appreciate the offer.”
Dean nodded, and watched Sam walk out of the room.
Cas smiled at him, his eyes fond, tired, and proud all at once. He offered his hand. “Hungry?”
“Always.” Dean grinned and grabbed Cas’s hand, pulling him along affectionately.
****
After they shared a meal, they headed back to their room. Cas could feel the weight in the air, the sorrow. News had spread, and the everyone was grieving the loss of the colony.
Castiel needed a shower, he felt dirty, and wrung out. He’d known there was going to be death, but actually seeing it, feeling their pain, it was different.
And Sam, this was taking its toll, but he was proud of Dean for being there, for taking that step.
Dean had no idea how much his support and strength could affect those around him.
The door shut behind them and Cas almost sighed with relief.
Home.
It was silly, but he felt safe in this space with Dean. They’d been here awhile now, and it truly felt like they belonged here.
Accepted, loved, trusted.
Cas didn’t want to lose this.
“I’m going to shower,” Cas said quietly, kissing the back of Dean’s palm.
Understanding flashed over Dean’s face, and he nodded.
Cas entered the small refresher, and removed his clothes, making sure his robe hung from the hook on the back of the door. His fingers traveled down the soft material. Every time he touched it, looked at it, he was reminded of Dean’s love.
And right now, he needed that.
He pushed the images of blood and death from his mind, and turned on the water. He liked it a little too hot, and it took his skin a moment to adjust as he stepped inside and let the water beat against his back.
His sore muscles groaned in relief, and he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
It was amazing how much the simple things in life like indoor plumbing could bring.
He heard the door open, and felt Dean’s presence.
Cas opened his eyes, and angled his head over his shoulder.
Dean was watching him, his eyes somehow gentle and needy all at once. Cas could feel his want, and desire to be close pulsing around him.
It had been awhile. They’d been living off of stolen moments for far too long. Now there was nothing to do but wait until they heard from Ellen.
Dean was waiting for permission to enter. Cas knew he wanted to make sure he didn’t want to be alone.
Cas reached his hand out. Dean slipped out of his clothes, and joined him. The other man pulled him close the moment he entered, enveloping him in an embrace.
Cas sagged against Dean’s chest, just inhaling him.
Dean’s fingers ran up and down his back, kneading into the muscle, making Cas groan.
“You okay?” Dean asked, just loud enough to be heard over the water.
Cas lifted his head, blinking water from his eyelids. “Not really, “ he admitted, not having to put on a brave face for Dean.
Dean swallowed. “Yeah. Me either.”
They watched each other, and Cas’s sex ached as Dean’s gaze drifted to his lips. Dean wasn’t the only one who was full of want. Today had been hell, and more was coming, but right now he could have this. He could have Dean and it would all go away for awhile.
Cas moaned as Dean’s knee rubbed against his cock. He shuddered, as Dean leaned in and licked his lips, lapping up the water droplets.
Cas kissed him, and Dean shoved his tongue inside greedily licking into Cas’s mouth. Cas had missed this even more than he’d realized. The closeness, the way Dean touched him, loved him.
They kissed, exploring, licking, and biting. The water still beat against Cas’s back, and he was in heaven.
He could feel Dean’s cock, poking his stomach, and his hands clumsily felt for the soap. He found it, and coated his fingers with it while his lips never stopped moving with Dean’s.
He slid a finger into Dean’s entrance, and was rewarded with a noise that was almost a whimper.
“More,” Dean groaned sucking on Cas’s neck.
Cas smiled, his finger sliding in deeper; Dean’s blunt nails dug into his hips.
It had been too long since he’d been inside Dean - his entire body ached for it. Cas placed his hands on Dean’s hips and spun him around.
Dean didn’t resist.
Instead he placed his palms against the shower wall, and spread his legs.
Cas just took the sight in for a moment. Dean’s firm ass, rounded and perfect. His muscled legs, smooth skin, water pooling in all right places. Cas inhaled; he felt overwhelmed at how much trust Dean had in him, how he was inviting Cas to do whatever he wanted with his body.
He knew that wasn’t something that came naturally to Dean; it was something that was only for him.
Cas moaned, and ran his hand down Dean’s spine, following the curve, biting on his shoulder.
Dean made noises that had Cas’s cock so hard it was almost painful.
“Cas,” he rasped.
Cas soaped himself up again, and worked Dean open with two fingers. Dean panted, and moaned, thrusting against Cas’s fingers.
He was so gorgeous like this.
By the time Cas had third finger inside of his lover, he was shaking with need and his cock was leaking.
Force, he’d missed this.
Dean practically screamed, and rasped Cas’s name.
Cas coated his sex with soap, and pressed his cock against Dean’s entrance.
Dean sighed in relief as Cas began to press in, taking it slow, and gentle, even though he was desperate to be inside his lover.
His hands traveled over Dean’s flat stomach as he pushed in further, adoring the way Dean’s muscles moved and tightened under his palms.
Dean was murmuring. Cas couldn’t make out the words, but the sound of Dean’s voice sent spikes of pleasure through his already thrumming body.
He had forgotten how good this felt. How tight, and warm Dean was, he panted, and basked in being this close with another person.
He bottomed out inside of Dean, and held still for a few moments. His lips painting a portrait on Dean’s back, his nose caressing his neckline.
“Okay?” Cas breathed.
Dean made an impatient sound, and Cas laughed, and began moving his hips.
His hands looped around Dean’s waist and found his cock, gripping it. He loved how Dean gasped, and whispered his name.
Cas lost himself in Dean. He buried his cock inside of him, and with each thrust the storm of pleasure inside of him intensified. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him as he panted, and inhaled Dean.
Dean was close. His body was vibrating, his hips rocking, the noises falling from his lips wrecked and desperate.
Dean spilled into the shower, his cries mixed with Cas’s as he felt his control slip, and he released into Dean, almost crying from the relief, and pleasure.
He rested his head on Dean’s back, and breathed.
“Wow,” Dean whispered.
Cas laughed, pulling out of Dean, and turning him around, capturing his mouth for a long, deep, kiss.
Dean’s hands ran through his hair. “I needed that.”
Cas made a noise of approval. “Me too.”
*****
Cas slipped a leg over Dean’s waist, and rested his head on his shoulder. The warmth from Dean’s skin making him murmur in contentment.
Dean smiled. “Someone’s clingy tonight,” his tone was kind, and his green eyes practically glowing with love, making sure Cas knew he was only teasing.
Cas raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t hear you complaining in the shower.” He smiled, and draped his arm over Dean’s stomach.
Dean relaxed into the touch, practically purring.
Neither of them had put their clothes back on - they’d simply crawled into bed, and were waiting for any news about Ellen.
“Can’t argue with that,” he wrapped an arm around Cas’s waist, and pulled him on top of him. His green eyes playful, but also a bit darker.
Cas didn’t resist when Dean’s hands began fondling his ass, and his lips placed feather light kisses along Cas’s jaw line.
Cas melted into the touch, letting Dean caress him. His hands ran from Cas’s thighs, up to the back of his neck.
Dean gripped his hips and aligned their cocks. Cas moaned, surprised how much he still ached for Dean. Only minutes ago he’d thought he was sated, and content, now, he was already aching for more.
“Gotta make up for lost time,” Dean murmured against his ear, his tongue flicking out, and his teeth nibbled on his ear lobe.
Cas groaned, and shifted his hips, loving the feel of his sex against Dean’s.
“I agree,” he managed, as Dean’s fingertip pressed against his entrance.
Dean’s expression was hungry, and suddenly Cas was on his back, with Dean on top of him. He moved downward, his eyes drinking Cas in, making Cas ache.
Dean sucked the inside of his thigh, finding the spot that drove Cas insane. Cas whimpered, his cock already half-hard again.
Dean kissed the reddened flesh, and moved over Cas’s sex, his warm breath caressed the sensitive tip. Cas whimpered, his hips thrusting upward, not caring that he was practically begging Dean to suck him.
Dean groaned. “Fuck, the things you do to me.”
Then his mouth closed around Cas’s cock, and Cas was a wreck for the second time that day. The wetness, the heat, the scrap of Dean’s teeth.
It was too much, and not enough.
Dean hummed while he sucked him, and the vibrations had Cas panting, and screaming. He gripped the sheets, and felt his orgasm coming fast and hard, but he held back, not wanting the moment to end.
Dean was so very good at this.
Cas’s hips lifted of their own accord and he thrust upward into Dean’s mouth. The other man groaned, his expression both approving and hungry.
Cas took that as permission, and he thrust again, almost seeing stars as he hit the back of Dean’s throat, again and again.
Dean was jerking himself off as Cas fucked into his mouth. Cas lost it; his orgasm ripping through him for the second time that day, and he screamed, his body shaking. Dean swallowed it all down, as he continued to work himself.
Cas laid there watching for several moments as Dean touched himself. He found himself sitting up, and pushing Dean back onto the bed. Dean’s eyes widened with excitement, as Cas took him in his mouth, and his head rolled back. His cock was already leaking, and Cas lapped it up, wanting to taste him.
Dean’s hands dug into his hair, and his hips shook, and he knew Dean was already almost there, he just needed a little help.
Cas took him in deep, he’d gotten better at this, and he loved how Dean shuddered as he sucked him. He slid several fingers into Dean as he worked him. His lover was already lose, and wet, and sensitive.
He stroked his prostate, and that was all it took.
Dean spilled into his mouth, and Cas swallowed it down, and then he collapsed onto Dean. They held each other, as they both breathed deeply, and melted into each other.
*****
Cas must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he new Dean was shaking him awake. He blinked, and wiped the grit from his eyes.
“Sorry babe, but we gotta get dressed. Ellen’s on the line.”
Cas was suddenly wide awake.
They were both dressed and out the door in minutes.
He only hoped this would be the break they needed.
Part 2
A/N: I know this took awhile to get posted, but there was a reason. I wanted to get this entire arc written before I started posting so you guys wouldn't have to wait so long in between updates. To allow time for editing/real life issues I plan to update every 3 days.
Also I just posted an entry with some fanart I drew to this fic. They are just cartoony doodles, but in case any of you are interested go HERE
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are always loved - it's nice to know it anyone's enjoying this.