Didn't they teach you Stranger Danger in school? 3a/3
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A/N: The last part has a few separate parts. I didn't expect it to be quite this long.
/Incoming call; 04:01 P.M./
“Holy fuck, Cas, this is flawless. This is unholy. Did you sell your soul to the devil or something?”
“Dean? What, no. Thank you?”
“My, don’t you sound flustered? I like.”
“Shut up. I just wasn’t expecting you to call so suddenly.”
“…”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Grinning. I know you are.”
“Who even says ‘grinning’ anymore? I was simply smiling because you are adorable.”
“Do you have a crush on me, Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe I do.”
“Or maybe you just like my pie.”
“Why, I’d never.”
“What?”
“Iunno, something I hear old ladies say in movies. Hey, stop laughing. Who was the kid you sent anyway?”
“Neighbor’s son. I bribed him with candy.”
“You know, I can figure out where he lives.”
“But you won’t.”
“I won’t.”
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28th August, (Tuesday)
01:02 A.M.
I just imagined you naked on my bed. Which is weird because I don’t even know what you look like.
01:02 A.M.
Dean.
01:03 A.M.
You know you love me.
01:05 A.M.
What have I gotten myself into?
01:06 A.M.
Hey! Offended!
01:07 A.M.
Go to sleep, Dean.
01:08 A.M.
Okay, okay. Yeesh. It was a joke.
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06:00 A.M
Oh, God. I’m sorry, okay?
06:01 A.M.
I didn’t mean to blow you off or anything.
06:02 A.M.
At least not in that way.
06:04 A.M.
Oh, Jesus, someone take this phone away from me.
/Incoming call; 06:07 A.M./
“Dean?”
“Cas, message me one more time about how sorry you are and I will end you.”
“Of course. Yes, okay, I won’t bother you again, I didn’t me-“
“Cas, stop it. I was acting inappropriately, I get that, and you don’t have to apologize.”
“Okay. You should go back to sleep, Dean, you sound exhausted.”
“So do you, how come you’re not snoozin’?”
“I, um. I have this… issue. Insomnia. I’ll fall asleep by 9 or something.”
“…”
“Dean? Are you asleep? Okay, Castiel, stupid question-“
“What, no. Yeah, I just, um, do you want to talk? Until you fall asleep. I don’t like the sound of you alone, just sitting in bed.”
“I was watching a movie.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s over.”
“Sorry, who broke it off?”
“Dean!”
“What, made you laugh!”
-
“-and now he’s in his last year at Stanford. You’d really get along well and-uh, Cas?”
“Mhph.”
“Shhh. It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
“Stay.”
“You know, you kinda remind me of Sammy when he was like 5.”
“Mhmm. Shut up.”
-
11:09 A.M.
Oh God, how long were you on the line?
11:10 A.M.
Iunno, I fell asleep and when I woke up by 10, I had hung up.
11:11 A.M.
Okay. Sorry if I was all… thingy.
11:13 A.M.
Chick-flicky? You’re lucky I like you so much. And did you just say thingy?
11:15 A.M.
I’m not a morning person, okay?!
11: 16 A.M.
How can you be a teacher and not be a morning person?
11:16 A.M.
Professor.
11:20 A.M.
Touchy. Well, I have to go and start my day and come up with a good excuse as to why I wasn’t at work this morning. Talk to you later, honey.
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/Incoming call; 02:00 P.M.
“Seriously?”
“Take it as an apology for making you late.”
“Are you trying to poison me, Cas?”
“Oh, God, is it really that bad?”
“No offense, you’re baking is divine but, um, your cooking? Not so much. Why is it so salty?”
“To, uh, ward away demons?”
“How considerate of you.”
“Oh, God, it was a new recipe and I was bored and I am so sorry-“
“It’s okay, yeesh. It was considerate, no one’s actually done something like this for me before.”
“Okay. Good, okay.”
“Well, darlin’, I have work to do, and I’m pretty sure you do too so, I’ll be home by 10 tonight, sweetheart.”
“10?!”
“Love you, mwah, mwah.”
“Dea-“
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10:49 P.M.
You really do have an amazing sex voice.
10:50 P.M.
Are we back at this?
10:51 P.M.
Do you want to be back at this? Because, damn, I can make you scream like never before.
10:51 P.M.
Dean!
10:52 P.M.
And that was a horrible pick up line.
10:53 P.M.
Spare me the crap, you’re gay, I’m smoking hot and horny right now and I know the effect I can have on people.
10:54 P.M.
Are you drunk?
10:55 P.M.
Do I sound drunk to you?
10:57 P.M.
Yes.
10:59 P.M.
So maybe I had a /little/ to drink. Sue me, it’s my day off. So, are we sexting or what?
00:00 P.M.
Dean, I’m not going to… ‘sext’ with you.
00:00 P.M.
Suit yourself.
-
“Dean!”
“What, you said no sexting.”
“Phone sex isn’t on the menu either.”
“Heh, we’ll see about that.”
“Dean, you’re not yourself. Go to sleep.”
“No. I am horny as fuck and my ‘date’ just ran out on me because I couldn’t get hard because all I think about when I close my eyes is your fucking voice, so please.”
“Dean.”
“Cas, what’re you wearing?”
“What?”
“Clothing, attire, whatchu got on your sexy body?”
“Dean, you have no way of knowing if I am physically appealing.”
“Sex voice makes up for that.”
"My voice is perfectly normal. Now go to sleep."
"But Cas-"
"Bed, Dean. Now."
"Now you're talking with sense!"
"You know what I meant."
"Okay, let's have it your way. But I don't like to sleep with my clothes on, do you like to sleep with your clothes on, Cas?"
"Take them off then. I'm hanging up."
"Cas, why are you such an ass to me?"
"I'm not, you're just-"
"AW FUCKING.. FUCK!"
"What is it now?"
"I was trying to get into my boxers but I fell from the stairs."
"Jesus, Dean. Are you okay?"
"My thigh hurts."
"I'm sure you're overreacting."
"Maybe you could kiss it so it wouldn't hurt?"
"I'm not kissing your penis, Dean."
"It's not my penis, it's my- Why not?"
"I'm miles away from you."
"And that's the only problem? Good to know."
"Damnit, Dean."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
"What are you wearing, Cas?"
"..."
"I'm picturing you in a white shirt with a red tie. And black pants."
"The tie is blue. They say it matches my eyes."
"I see you're finally into me."
"I didn't say I'm-"
"I just sat on my bed. I got rid of my jeans. Now it's boxers and a t-shirt."
"Why are you telling me this?"
To get you hard."
"..."
"Are you hard yet, Cas?"
"I don't even know how you look."
"Should I send you a picture?"
"Dean, I-"
"..."
-
"Did you like it?"
"Why did you take off your shirt? Why do you pose like a porn star?"
"Did you like it? You did."
"I... maybe."
"Now you owe me some sexy pics, Cassie."
"Don't call me like I'm a girl."
"I'm sorry, mister. So how about those pictures?"
"Any requests?"
"Unbutton your shirt."
"Dean."
"You asked."
"Fine!"
-
"Cas."
"What?"
"Caaaas."
"What is it, Dean?"
"I would eat chocolate from your chest."
"Jesus, Dean."
"You hard yet?"
"Are you?"
"It would be hard not to be hard, if you know what I mean."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm staring into your deep, blue eyes and I have a hand in my boxers. How about you?"
"It's getting hot here. I'm going to take off my shirt."
"Yes. You do it. Imagine I'm taking it off. With my teeth. And then your pants. Imagine my tongue is on your right nipple."
"Why right?"
"It's easier to hold you, while my hand is getting into your boxers."
"..."
"Cas? Cas? You hard yet?"
"Your hand is in my boxers."
"So?"
"Of course I'm hard."
"Good."
"Dean?"
"Uhum?"
"Your date. Was she hot?"
"Not as hot as you are."
"What were you doing with her? Exactly."
"I don't remember... We were kissing against a wall I think. Then she removed my pants and took me into her mouth. Then she ran away."
"Because you were too sexy for her?"
"Maybe. And maybe because I wasn't hard. Maybe because she wasn't you."
"How would you feel if I pinned you to a wall?"
"Turned on."
"Imagine that."
"Damn, Cas, you're hot when you're talking dirty. In control and everything."
"You like that?"
"Yeah."
"And I thought you were the alpha male."
"I'd make an exception for you."
"And would you like me on my knees before you?"
"Damn Cas, just kneel."
"Where are your hands, Dean?"
"Can I- can I put them in your fluffy hair?"
"Don't ask stupid questions."
"Yeah, Cas, okay. What now?"
"You said you only have your boxers on, correct?"
"Yeah?"
"Imagine I'm taking them off then."
"God, yes."
"Are they gone, Dean?"
"Uhuhm."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Now, imagine I get up in front of you. I’m about an inch or two shorter then you. I lean in, my breathe on your neck. I’m not even touching you yet. Are you hard, Dean?”
“Fuck, Cas.”
“Dean. Are you hard? Painfully hard?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Good. Good. I’m leaning closer, still not touching. I press my lips against your neck.”
“My hands go around your neck, my fingers in your hair, pulling.”
“I lick your neck. Suck it. Then your torso. Your nipples, oh god. I’m on my knees again.”
“Oh- fuck, Cas, don’t stop there.”
“Don’t touch yourself, Dean.”
“Argh, why the fuck not?”
“Because. Imagine my hands trailing your hip bones, getting closer and closer but not, no, not touching.”
“Cas. I can’t- I- Cas, come o-“
“Shh, Dean. Don’t you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Then patience.”
“O-okay.”
“Now my tongue is on your hip bone. Going further. On your thigh. How does that feel?”
“Damn, Cas. Can I touch myself already?”
“No.”
“Cas. I’m begging you. I- I can’t handle it any longer.”
“You’re begging me?”
“I am.”
“Very well. I’m going up. Imagine me touching you. Slowly. On the base. Just with my fingertips. Now touch yourself. Exactly like I told you.”
“Finally. Just give me a second. Keep going.”
“I’m kissing your thighs. My left hand is on your ass. The right one is still caressing you. Now faster. And a little harder. What are you doing, Dean?”
“Damn, Cas, you’re torturing me. My body is trembling under your touch. Please, just blow me already.”
“Patience. Where are your hands?”
“One is against a wall. I would fall on my knees if it weren’t there. The other one is in your hair. Tightens under your touch.”
“Good.”
“Cas...”
“So you’re moaning for me now? What do you want, Dean?”
“Fuck, Cas, I said what I want! Why won’t you just do it already?!”
“I enjoy you. I want to hear you moan some more. Will you moan for me, Dean?”
“Cas, Jesus, please.”
“I’m kissing you. Soft. Higher and higher. Finally, I reached your base.”
“You’re perfect, Cas, fuck, don’t you dare stopping now.”
“Spit on your hand, Dean.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Do as I say, Dean. Spit on it. Imagine it’s my mouth. Now touch yourself. How are you feeling?”
“I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Keep going. I’m sucking on you. Licking the top. Slowly, at first. Then the pace is getting faster. I’m helping myself with a hand.”
“Son of a bitch, Cas, I’m close, I’m gonna-“
“Let’s finish it then. Speed up. Do it as fast as you can. Don’t stop yourself. You can curse, scream, moan my name.”
“Cas, you little fucker, I hate you, Cas, CAS, I- GOD.”
“Dean. Dean? Talk to me, Dean.”
“I... Cas. I’m done. You’re my personal sex god. Thanks.”
“You won’t even remember it tomorrow. You’re still drunk.”
“So? It doesn’t really matter. You will.”
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Part 3b
CREDIT FOR ALL THE SMUT GOES TO ZUZA.
I CAN'T PORN, I AM SORRY.