The Wild Bunch Pt 2
Turning Dean slid an arm casually under the smaller man’s shoulders, “Whatever we do Cas, you have to want it. It won’t be any good for me if you’re not in this all the way. I know I said it before Ash and Adam, well; they’re good kids but not the sharpest tools in the shed. They may have thought they were replacing Jimmy, but I want you to remember Cas…that Jimmy was just replacing you.
Shifting Dean pulled the other man into his arms, stroking down the former priest’s shoulder to the elbow. Castiel all but purred rolling into the touch and the cowboy wondered if he was just naturally this responsive or if he was touched starved. Considering the solitary life he had lead as a priest, and moreover considering the grim and joyless existence that Father Zachariah must have imposed onto the younger priest Dean was more than happy to indulge his soon to be lover in any way he could.
Stroking his hand up Castiel’s arm Dean brushed a thumb over his lips, Cas parted them nipping at the wandering digit. Dean chuckled, low and dirty, and the other man found himself shivering. Slipping his fingers under Castiel’s chin Dean lifted his head dipping down to brush a quick, light kiss on his mouth.
Gasping Castiel opened to the other man and Dean dove in with the desperation of a starving man feasting on a banquet for the first time in his life.
There was a brief shuffling as the two men vied for position but they finally settled with Dean lying above Castiel. Gently he slipped a knee between the smaller man’s thighs settling firmly. Castiel grunted when his erection slid against Dean’s and both men groaned loudly.
Brushing his hand down the pale expanse of skin Dean stroked Castiel’s cock briefly then reached further down, behind his balls to the tightly furled ring of muscle guarding his entrance. His fingertips slipped on a slick wet and Dean pulled back surprised.
Suddenly the former priest tried to turn away, face going crimson. Glancing at Dean he pulled the covers up to his chin, but Dean quickly grasped his arm.
“It’s okay,” Dean whispered. “I just didn’t realize that you were…like that…a breeder, I mean.”
“It’s why I went into the church. I was afraid my oldest brother would marry me off like he did my brother Gabriel. He was like this too, but he couldn’t have children and his partner killed him.” Castiel sighed, “My sister Anna was afraid that Michael would send me away too. So I ran away and took my vows at fifteen. I’ve been in the service of God since.”
“So you really are a virgin, then. Completely.”
Dean leaned forward kissing Castiel gently, “I’ll be careful.”
“Careful?” Castiel asked pensively. Dean chuckled and the smaller man blushed.
“I’ll make sure to pull out just to be certain that you don’t get pregnant, at least right away.”
Leaning down Dean kissed the other man gently then nudged Castiel’s thighs part. Castiel gasped, and then moaned low and dirty when the cowboy slid inside him. Closing his eyes Dean muttered quietly into Castiel’s ears. The former priest thought it might have been a prayer; he caught the words God among the whispered words. And to Castiel it was a prayer, thanks and a benediction. And he worshiped Dean with his body.
Part Three
Shifting Dean pulled the other man into his arms, stroking down the former priest’s shoulder to the elbow. Castiel all but purred rolling into the touch and the cowboy wondered if he was just naturally this responsive or if he was touched starved. Considering the solitary life he had lead as a priest, and moreover considering the grim and joyless existence that Father Zachariah must have imposed onto the younger priest Dean was more than happy to indulge his soon to be lover in any way he could.
Stroking his hand up Castiel’s arm Dean brushed a thumb over his lips, Cas parted them nipping at the wandering digit. Dean chuckled, low and dirty, and the other man found himself shivering. Slipping his fingers under Castiel’s chin Dean lifted his head dipping down to brush a quick, light kiss on his mouth.
Gasping Castiel opened to the other man and Dean dove in with the desperation of a starving man feasting on a banquet for the first time in his life.
There was a brief shuffling as the two men vied for position but they finally settled with Dean lying above Castiel. Gently he slipped a knee between the smaller man’s thighs settling firmly. Castiel grunted when his erection slid against Dean’s and both men groaned loudly.
Brushing his hand down the pale expanse of skin Dean stroked Castiel’s cock briefly then reached further down, behind his balls to the tightly furled ring of muscle guarding his entrance. His fingertips slipped on a slick wet and Dean pulled back surprised.
Suddenly the former priest tried to turn away, face going crimson. Glancing at Dean he pulled the covers up to his chin, but Dean quickly grasped his arm.
“It’s okay,” Dean whispered. “I just didn’t realize that you were…like that…a breeder, I mean.”
“It’s why I went into the church. I was afraid my oldest brother would marry me off like he did my brother Gabriel. He was like this too, but he couldn’t have children and his partner killed him.” Castiel sighed, “My sister Anna was afraid that Michael would send me away too. So I ran away and took my vows at fifteen. I’ve been in the service of God since.”
“So you really are a virgin, then. Completely.”
Dean leaned forward kissing Castiel gently, “I’ll be careful.”
“Careful?” Castiel asked pensively. Dean chuckled and the smaller man blushed.
“I’ll make sure to pull out just to be certain that you don’t get pregnant, at least right away.”
Leaning down Dean kissed the other man gently then nudged Castiel’s thighs part. Castiel gasped, and then moaned low and dirty when the cowboy slid inside him. Closing his eyes Dean muttered quietly into Castiel’s ears. The former priest thought it might have been a prayer; he caught the words God among the whispered words. And to Castiel it was a prayer, thanks and a benediction. And he worshiped Dean with his body.
Part Three