Roam free, roam wild, come back to me
Title: Roam free, Roam wild, Come back to me
Spoilers: none
Warnings: mostly porn
Summary: Wild west au? Cas is a bounty hunter who has finally come home. Dean's happy about that.
He knew the moment the man entered the saloon. It was easy, really, the blue-eyed stranger had a tendency to quiet a room with his presences - the fact that everyone in town knew what the blue-eyed bastard was able to do with the blade and gun he carried on his persons at all times also helped.
The thumping of heavy foot-falls and the jiggling of spurs as the man crossed the dusty, board flooring had a rush of lust zinging through his veins. Through the cracked mirror over the bar-back, Dean watched as the man came closer on languid, smooth strides.
The man took a seat on a stool, flipping the coat-tails of his long, black overcoat out of the way as he did so.
Grabbing a tumbler from the rack, Dean poured a healthy amount of hard whiskey into the glass, setting it before the man with a thump that seemed to echo through the still silent saloon. Dean sent his noisy patrons - most of whom had been on the bounty hunters bad side at one time or another - a stern look, sending them back to mindin’ their own as the man raised the glass to his lips.
His eyes were hidden beneath the wide brim of his hat, but Dean could feel their heated gaze on him as surely as it were a living, breathing thing, as the man’s throat worked to swallow down the strong liquor.
The chatter of the patrons provided background noise as Dean stared off with the man’s shadowed eyes. After a moment the man sat the glass back down on the boor with a soft ‘thump’ of glass meeting wood.
“Hello Dean.”
“Hey there Cas, long time.”
Cas acknowledges that with a soft tilt of his head but said nothing in return.
“You gonna need a room for the night?” Dean asked as he wiped at the bar with absently, trying to appear as though the answer to that question didn’t matter to him.
“For a few nights I’d think.”
And that? That’s what Dean had wanted to hear. It had been nearly half-a-year since Dean had last laid eyes on Cas, most of which without word and serious doubt that Cas was even still alive, and all Dean wanted to do was lean over the bar and kiss him. But Haven Wyoming wasn’t the most open-minded place and even though almost everyone in town at least suspected that Cas spent his nights in the Frontier town in Dean’s bed didn’t mean a damn thing. What a man did in private was his own business to mind, and was to be kept that way. Despite what his brother said Dean didn’t go lookin’ for trouble.
“You need another?” Dean asked, tilting his head in the direction of the empty glass.
“No, I believe that I’ll be turning in for the night now.” Cas said, pushing back his hat so that he could meet Dean’s eyes. The heat in their dark-blue depths making Dean want to stripe down and allow Cas to fuck him right there on the bar. Cas seemed to know, giving Dean a knowing smirk as he climb to his feet and turned towards the staircase with a swish of leather, leaving behind the scent of must and sex and saw-dust - the scent of Castiel.
Going about his business, Dean eyed the staircase and mentally counted down the minutes until he could go up them himself.
……………………..
The door made a creaking whine as he opened it, despite the fact the Dean was trying to be quiet. He entered is room to find Cas stretched out on the small bare straw mattress that barely was capable of holding him. He was naked, his cock hard and arching toward his stomach in a mouth watering curve, pre-come dripping steadily as Cas slowly stroke it.
And he’s a lair, because Cas isn’t truly naked, not really, not with his hat situated on the crown of his head, the brim tilted back so that he’s able to look Dean in the eyes as he continues to please himself.
Dean felt his ass clench as he hurried to undress, he was still a little stretched from earlier when he had took the time to get himself off before startin’ his day, and his thankful for that because with the buzz of need flowing through his veins, he’s not sure he could take the time to get himself stretched properly. He wants Cas inside him and he wasn’t him now.
Naked, he went to the mattress, kneeling on the edge and crawling up over the hunter’s body. This close he could see that Cas’ dick is glistening wet and he’s able to smell the lantern oil he had used.
Smirking, Cas took his hat off and sat it on Dean’s head.
“Ride me,”
There are no foreplay and sweet words, there’s no time for it, not with the desire and need. It’s been too long, far too long and Dean doesn’t hesitate to lower himself onto Cas’ hard dick. There’s a sharp burn as he’s stretched but it only heightens his arousal. Soon Cas is deep inside him, so much so that Dean can almost taste him in the back of his throat.
“Come on baby,” Cas said, voice a rumbling thunder.
Dean knows it’s going to be short and probably messy. His thighs are already burning after months without this particular activity. He leans forward and kisses Cas as he raises himself up before dropping back down, listening to the way Cas’ breath catches in his throat. A hand clenches on his ass and Dean goes faster with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
“I missed you.” He tells Cas now in the dark room, their bodies sweaty and minds full of fog because he would never dare to say it anywhere else.
“I missed you too.”
They gasp and shake together, bodies quiver and dicks dripping. Cas bends his knees and begins to thrust up inside Dean. Faster, harder, more!
“Unh, Cas”
“Dean,”
Dean buried his face in the croak of Cas’ neck, tasting the sweat on his skin and feels Cas bit down into his own.
“I’m goin-”
“Yes.”
And they come together, Dean painting his stomach and Cas’ chest with pearls of come and Cas hardening and twitching inside him.
“Welcome home cowboy.” Dean said.
“No place I’d rather be.”
Spoilers: none
Warnings: mostly porn
Summary: Wild west au? Cas is a bounty hunter who has finally come home. Dean's happy about that.
He knew the moment the man entered the saloon. It was easy, really, the blue-eyed stranger had a tendency to quiet a room with his presences - the fact that everyone in town knew what the blue-eyed bastard was able to do with the blade and gun he carried on his persons at all times also helped.
The thumping of heavy foot-falls and the jiggling of spurs as the man crossed the dusty, board flooring had a rush of lust zinging through his veins. Through the cracked mirror over the bar-back, Dean watched as the man came closer on languid, smooth strides.
The man took a seat on a stool, flipping the coat-tails of his long, black overcoat out of the way as he did so.
Grabbing a tumbler from the rack, Dean poured a healthy amount of hard whiskey into the glass, setting it before the man with a thump that seemed to echo through the still silent saloon. Dean sent his noisy patrons - most of whom had been on the bounty hunters bad side at one time or another - a stern look, sending them back to mindin’ their own as the man raised the glass to his lips.
His eyes were hidden beneath the wide brim of his hat, but Dean could feel their heated gaze on him as surely as it were a living, breathing thing, as the man’s throat worked to swallow down the strong liquor.
The chatter of the patrons provided background noise as Dean stared off with the man’s shadowed eyes. After a moment the man sat the glass back down on the boor with a soft ‘thump’ of glass meeting wood.
“Hello Dean.”
“Hey there Cas, long time.”
Cas acknowledges that with a soft tilt of his head but said nothing in return.
“You gonna need a room for the night?” Dean asked as he wiped at the bar with absently, trying to appear as though the answer to that question didn’t matter to him.
“For a few nights I’d think.”
And that? That’s what Dean had wanted to hear. It had been nearly half-a-year since Dean had last laid eyes on Cas, most of which without word and serious doubt that Cas was even still alive, and all Dean wanted to do was lean over the bar and kiss him. But Haven Wyoming wasn’t the most open-minded place and even though almost everyone in town at least suspected that Cas spent his nights in the Frontier town in Dean’s bed didn’t mean a damn thing. What a man did in private was his own business to mind, and was to be kept that way. Despite what his brother said Dean didn’t go lookin’ for trouble.
“You need another?” Dean asked, tilting his head in the direction of the empty glass.
“No, I believe that I’ll be turning in for the night now.” Cas said, pushing back his hat so that he could meet Dean’s eyes. The heat in their dark-blue depths making Dean want to stripe down and allow Cas to fuck him right there on the bar. Cas seemed to know, giving Dean a knowing smirk as he climb to his feet and turned towards the staircase with a swish of leather, leaving behind the scent of must and sex and saw-dust - the scent of Castiel.
Going about his business, Dean eyed the staircase and mentally counted down the minutes until he could go up them himself.
……………………..
The door made a creaking whine as he opened it, despite the fact the Dean was trying to be quiet. He entered is room to find Cas stretched out on the small bare straw mattress that barely was capable of holding him. He was naked, his cock hard and arching toward his stomach in a mouth watering curve, pre-come dripping steadily as Cas slowly stroke it.
And he’s a lair, because Cas isn’t truly naked, not really, not with his hat situated on the crown of his head, the brim tilted back so that he’s able to look Dean in the eyes as he continues to please himself.
Dean felt his ass clench as he hurried to undress, he was still a little stretched from earlier when he had took the time to get himself off before startin’ his day, and his thankful for that because with the buzz of need flowing through his veins, he’s not sure he could take the time to get himself stretched properly. He wants Cas inside him and he wasn’t him now.
Naked, he went to the mattress, kneeling on the edge and crawling up over the hunter’s body. This close he could see that Cas’ dick is glistening wet and he’s able to smell the lantern oil he had used.
Smirking, Cas took his hat off and sat it on Dean’s head.
“Ride me,”
There are no foreplay and sweet words, there’s no time for it, not with the desire and need. It’s been too long, far too long and Dean doesn’t hesitate to lower himself onto Cas’ hard dick. There’s a sharp burn as he’s stretched but it only heightens his arousal. Soon Cas is deep inside him, so much so that Dean can almost taste him in the back of his throat.
“Come on baby,” Cas said, voice a rumbling thunder.
Dean knows it’s going to be short and probably messy. His thighs are already burning after months without this particular activity. He leans forward and kisses Cas as he raises himself up before dropping back down, listening to the way Cas’ breath catches in his throat. A hand clenches on his ass and Dean goes faster with jerky, uncoordinated movements.
“I missed you.” He tells Cas now in the dark room, their bodies sweaty and minds full of fog because he would never dare to say it anywhere else.
“I missed you too.”
They gasp and shake together, bodies quiver and dicks dripping. Cas bends his knees and begins to thrust up inside Dean. Faster, harder, more!
“Unh, Cas”
“Dean,”
Dean buried his face in the croak of Cas’ neck, tasting the sweat on his skin and feels Cas bit down into his own.
“I’m goin-”
“Yes.”
And they come together, Dean painting his stomach and Cas’ chest with pearls of come and Cas hardening and twitching inside him.
“Welcome home cowboy.” Dean said.
“No place I’d rather be.”