Ficlet - Hot (for snapshots)
Title: Hot
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #29, latex
W/C: ~ 900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: There are still times when Cas does not understand that reference. But that’s not always a bad thing.
A/N: Infinite thanks to saltandbyrne who inspired this little thing.
Castiel had taken the first steps toward rebellion not long after he met Dean, whom he’d only known before figuratively as The Righteous Man, for the first time, almost like it was an autonomic reaction. Maybe there was something off in his angelic nature, maybe he was connecting a bit too much with his vessel’s physical needs, or maybe it was just that Dean was overwhelmingly desirable no matter what.
Either way, they hadn’t known each other long before they started sleeping together. At first, they’d tried to keep it from Sam, but both of them knew that wouldn’t last long, not the way the brothers lived their whole lives next to each other. Surprisingly enough, there wasn’t much admonishment from the younger Winchester. That could possibly have been because he was secretly fucking a demon at the time and not brave enough to admit to it.
Since then, many things had changed, but that one thing had remained the same. Dean and Castiel’s sexual relationship continued to progress. Well, maybe progress wasn’t the right verb. It had basically moved forward with the velocity of an Amtrak, never even pausing for a refuel.
They’d had sex in the shower and in semi-public places. Dean had made lewd comments that caused Castiel to blush and Sam to grace them with fake-puking sounds. There had been bondage and rimming and porn-watching.
And there, right there…well, the porn-watching had gotten them to this very moment. The moment he’d returned to his room (Sam still insisting on getting his own room when he knew Cas was going to be around) and walked in on his lover covered in gleaming black latex from shoulder to ankle.
Dean had to admit, it was an interesting look. Certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination, showing off every sharp angle and curve of muscle on Cas’ body, including the bulge in his groin. Even though that bulge was kind of covered up by a silver metal zipper. So yeah, it was, uh, different, and unexpected, but not really the kind of thing that got his motor running.
It didn’t happen often, but Dean Winchester was suddenly rendered completely speechless. Just for a minute.
“Cas”, he choked out. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “Cas, what are you doing?”
“I am not doing anything, Dean.”
“I mean, what is - what is that? The, uh…the outfit. Where the hell-”
“Oh, there is an establishment in this town that offers these types of clothing for sale. I used your credit card to purchase it, I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind if you use my - fuck, I don’t care where you got it!”
“But you just said ‘where the hell’, so I thought-”
“Sorry, Cas, that isn’t…” Dean took another deep breath, exhaling shakily as he attempted to steer the conversation in the right direction. “I meant, why did you think I would want you to wear something like that?”
“From the movie. Last week.”
‘The dominatrix porn on the pay-per-view?”
“Yes. The woman in the dominating position was wearing something similar to this, and you said ‘that shit is hot’. I realize I don’t always understand your references in regard to sex, but I do know what it means when you say something is hot, in a sexual context.”
And fuck, fuck, fuck. Cas was right. Dean had, in fact, seen the woman in that stupid porno and said those exact words. And he was, in fact, referring to the black latex getup she was wearing.
“Cas. Sweetheart. When I said hot, I meant hot. You know, like, she must have been sweating her ass off wearing that shit. Especially because she expending a lot of energy beating the crap out of that dude.”
Castiel looked devastated. Finally, he thought he’d gotten one right, and here he’d gotten it completely wrong. Though he had to admit Dean’s assessment was correct. This clothing (if it could be called that) was constricting and caused him great discomfort physically, as well as making his body temperature higher than usual.
“I apologize, Dean. I misunderstood. As usual.”
Dean moved closer then, taking Cas’ face into his palms. “Don’t apologize. Never apologize for trying to do something nice for me. Please.”
Their eyes locked and the kiss that followed helped to alleviate the awkwardness and tension in the room.
“Take this off. I was right about it being sweaty, wasn’t I”?
“You were. And of course, I will take it off right away.”
As Cas turned to move, Dean remembered something else from that movie.
“Don’t guess you happened to pick up the matching flogger, did you?”
Castiel gave him a puzzled look. “Of course I did. As well as the appropriate restraints. The only thing I could not reproduce was the boots, as the store did not have them available in my size.”
Dean smiled.
So Cas smiled too.
“Leave the outfit, take the flogger.”
Cas didn’t know that was a reference to anything, but he did what Dean asked anyway.
Dean figured next time, they’d watch Godfather instead of a cheesy porno.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #29, latex
W/C: ~ 900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: There are still times when Cas does not understand that reference. But that’s not always a bad thing.
A/N: Infinite thanks to saltandbyrne who inspired this little thing.
Castiel had taken the first steps toward rebellion not long after he met Dean, whom he’d only known before figuratively as The Righteous Man, for the first time, almost like it was an autonomic reaction. Maybe there was something off in his angelic nature, maybe he was connecting a bit too much with his vessel’s physical needs, or maybe it was just that Dean was overwhelmingly desirable no matter what.
Either way, they hadn’t known each other long before they started sleeping together. At first, they’d tried to keep it from Sam, but both of them knew that wouldn’t last long, not the way the brothers lived their whole lives next to each other. Surprisingly enough, there wasn’t much admonishment from the younger Winchester. That could possibly have been because he was secretly fucking a demon at the time and not brave enough to admit to it.
Since then, many things had changed, but that one thing had remained the same. Dean and Castiel’s sexual relationship continued to progress. Well, maybe progress wasn’t the right verb. It had basically moved forward with the velocity of an Amtrak, never even pausing for a refuel.
They’d had sex in the shower and in semi-public places. Dean had made lewd comments that caused Castiel to blush and Sam to grace them with fake-puking sounds. There had been bondage and rimming and porn-watching.
And there, right there…well, the porn-watching had gotten them to this very moment. The moment he’d returned to his room (Sam still insisting on getting his own room when he knew Cas was going to be around) and walked in on his lover covered in gleaming black latex from shoulder to ankle.
Dean had to admit, it was an interesting look. Certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination, showing off every sharp angle and curve of muscle on Cas’ body, including the bulge in his groin. Even though that bulge was kind of covered up by a silver metal zipper. So yeah, it was, uh, different, and unexpected, but not really the kind of thing that got his motor running.
It didn’t happen often, but Dean Winchester was suddenly rendered completely speechless. Just for a minute.
“Cas”, he choked out. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “Cas, what are you doing?”
“I am not doing anything, Dean.”
“I mean, what is - what is that? The, uh…the outfit. Where the hell-”
“Oh, there is an establishment in this town that offers these types of clothing for sale. I used your credit card to purchase it, I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind if you use my - fuck, I don’t care where you got it!”
“But you just said ‘where the hell’, so I thought-”
“Sorry, Cas, that isn’t…” Dean took another deep breath, exhaling shakily as he attempted to steer the conversation in the right direction. “I meant, why did you think I would want you to wear something like that?”
“From the movie. Last week.”
‘The dominatrix porn on the pay-per-view?”
“Yes. The woman in the dominating position was wearing something similar to this, and you said ‘that shit is hot’. I realize I don’t always understand your references in regard to sex, but I do know what it means when you say something is hot, in a sexual context.”
And fuck, fuck, fuck. Cas was right. Dean had, in fact, seen the woman in that stupid porno and said those exact words. And he was, in fact, referring to the black latex getup she was wearing.
“Cas. Sweetheart. When I said hot, I meant hot. You know, like, she must have been sweating her ass off wearing that shit. Especially because she expending a lot of energy beating the crap out of that dude.”
Castiel looked devastated. Finally, he thought he’d gotten one right, and here he’d gotten it completely wrong. Though he had to admit Dean’s assessment was correct. This clothing (if it could be called that) was constricting and caused him great discomfort physically, as well as making his body temperature higher than usual.
“I apologize, Dean. I misunderstood. As usual.”
Dean moved closer then, taking Cas’ face into his palms. “Don’t apologize. Never apologize for trying to do something nice for me. Please.”
Their eyes locked and the kiss that followed helped to alleviate the awkwardness and tension in the room.
“Take this off. I was right about it being sweaty, wasn’t I”?
“You were. And of course, I will take it off right away.”
As Cas turned to move, Dean remembered something else from that movie.
“Don’t guess you happened to pick up the matching flogger, did you?”
Castiel gave him a puzzled look. “Of course I did. As well as the appropriate restraints. The only thing I could not reproduce was the boots, as the store did not have them available in my size.”
Dean smiled.
So Cas smiled too.
“Leave the outfit, take the flogger.”
Cas didn’t know that was a reference to anything, but he did what Dean asked anyway.
Dean figured next time, they’d watch Godfather instead of a cheesy porno.