Title: Pretty Boys, Ch. 4
Author: Watermaline
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel AU
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Underage sex.
Chapter 3 “Castiel, you seem so quiet. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong, Sister. I’m just tired.” Castiel started to unpack a box of canned peaches, doling out four cans to each family’s bin. He couldn’t very well tell a nun that he felt guilty and elated and torn over sex with a man. Castiel was pretty sure that was against a rule…as was having sex with a man in the first place. She rested her hand on his shoulder. “There’s something wrong, I can tell. Please tell me.”
“There’s nothing wrong, Sister. I promise.”
She looked at him, shook her head and walked on. He could have told her, but how could he stand it? Tell this woman who was pure and observant that he ached for Dean’s hands on his body, for Dean’s mouth kissing him all over, for Dean’s penis shoving deep into his mouth, salty and thick. He wanted to get in Dean’s car and drive into the sunset, even if it meant never looking back. He…he wanted to see Dean.
The last can rolled from his hand, back to the bottom of the cardboard box as he left the room. He leaned against the wall in the hallway near the supply closet, taking deep breaths. It was too much; he’d only been infatuated with Dean before, before Dean had kissed him and touched him. Before Dean had leaned down and stolen any desire for purity with one kiss and before Castiel had lost the ability to care about disgrace. Before Castiel had thrown away everything to satisfy his dreams and his lust.
There were footsteps coming towards him; Castiel looked up, only to drown in Dean’s eyes and before Dean could speak, stood up and kissed him. “Well, hello to you too.”
“Why are you here, Dean?”
“Came to fix that old heap of a van the nuns have. I’m the only reason the thing still runs. Remembered what a good boy you are, came to see if you were around.” Dean rubbed a thumb against Castiel’s jaw. “And if you plan on kissing me again, we’re moving. I don’t want some nun coming outta there and rapping my ass with a ruler for getting my hands all over you.” An image of Dean bending him over a desk and slapping the ruler against his bare behind dashed across Castiel’s mind, and he sighed. Dean smiled. “You’re thinking something dirty, aren’t you? What is it?” Castiel blushed as Dean nibbled on his ear. “C’mon, you can tell me.” Castiel shook his head, hard. “Okay, okay.”
“Kiss me again,” Castiel said, pressing close to Dean. Dean grinned and, after fussing with the lock for a few moments, pulled Castiel into the supply closet. Dean grabbed Castiel by the hips and kissed him; Castiel, after a second, kissed back, desperately, licking and curling his tongue around Dean’s, and then he felt no shame, only bliss and the ache between his legs. “Dean,” he panted into his neck, “can you touch me, please?”
“Touch you where?” Castiel rocked his hips into Dean’s thigh. “You want me to jack you off? Suck you?” Castiel shivered, and Dean grinned. “Want me on my knees, huh, Cas?” Castiel nodded, his head bobbing up and down. “I guess I can, since you did it for me, looking so sweet. Unzip.” Castiel did, pushing his pants down and exposing himself in the dim closet light. Dean knelt and swallowed Castiel down as if it took no effort at all.
His boy tasted good, Dean thought as Castiel whimpered and rocked his hips against Dean’s mouth. “Dean, oh, that feels-oh oh-” Fuck that was delicious, Castiel squirming and trying not to yank Dean’s hair. “Please, Dean, it feels so good-” Dean slowly stroked Castiel’s balls with a finger and the boy whimpered so loudly he sounded distressed. Don’t come, sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet. Dean slid a hand into his jacket pocket, into the container of Vaseline, and coated a few fingers. One slick finger was eased between Castiel’s legs, and he gasped with surprise. “Dean!?” Dean sucked harder as he pushed the finger in deeper, searching for his prostate. Castiel started trembling, stiffening as Dean stroked and sucked, making obscene squishing sounds that filled the small space. “Oh my-Oh my, Dean, stop it, it-oh God!” Dean had found the sweet spot, Castiel was coming down Dean’s throat and Dean sucked him through it, swallowing what Castiel gave him. He didn’t stop rubbing Castiel’s prostate. “Dean, stop it, I can’t-!”
“Oh yeah?” Dean, smirking at the rasp in his own voice, slid in another finger, pressing in, and Castiel was getting hard again already. “Too much?”
“I don’t know, I-Dean, please.” Dean rubbed a finger over Castiel’s wet tip. “Please.”
Castiel didn’t know how to feel with Dean’s fingers inside of him. One instinct was to rock his hips down, get Dean to open him up more. The other was to beg Dean to stop, to blockade the rising desire before it washed over him. Dean only smiled at him, and wiggled his fingers in deeper, and Castiel sank into the warmth pushing up into him. “Dean, Dean Dean Dean.”
“You need more, don’t you?” Dean curled his fingers, and Castiel nodded, not even knowing what more was going to be, but not wanting to be left hanging on the verge of trembling apart. “You gonna let me fuck you here in a closet, where anyone could find us? You’d let me, wouldn’t you?” Castiel wanted to say no, shake his head and deny it. But there would have been no point. He would let Dean do it, and Dean knew.
“I’m not gonna though. I’m gonna fuck you for the first time on a bed, when I can do it all night long and you can groan and scream-” Dean shoved in one last finger, and Castiel howled. “But right now I’ll finger you ‘till you come again, and then you’re gonna finish me off, ‘cause I know you want to.” Castiel spread his legs and Dean pulled him a little closer, sliding against him. “Rub against me. Get yourself off.” Castiel rubbed hard, as Dean pressed deeper into him. “You coming for me, Cas?”
“Yes, Dean, deeper!” Dean leaned in and bit down on his neck as he obeyed, and Castiel pulled Dean’s clothes flush to him as he pumped his hips and came on Dean’s jacket. Dean stroked his hair as he eased his fingers out. “Good boy. Felt nice, didn’t it?” Castiel nodded as he sank to his knees and pressed his lips to the bulge in Dean’s pants.
During lunch the next day, Uriel asked, “Castiel, what’s going on? You’re acting…strange.”
Castiel spun his spaghetti around his fork, staring at it before taking the time to swallow it. “No I’m not.”
“You ran out of school yesterday. I saw you leave the food bank before it closes, and you never do that.”
“I am allowed to leave early, Uriel.”
“But you never do,” said Uriel, matter of fact. “Are you getting sick? Eat something bad?” Castiel felt his ears burning; he couldn’t tell Uriel, he couldn’t even hint, because Uriel would cast him aside without a thought if he knew that Castiel got on his knees for a man and loved it. “There’s nothing going on, Uriel. Just drop it.” Uriel met his eyes and held his gaze; Castiel looked away too quickly.
“You’re still a horrible liar.”
“I told you that there’s nothing wrong.” Uriel’s brow furrowed. “And I meant it.”
“Whatever,” Uriel scoffed, and he got up and was gone.
Castiel noticed Anna staring at him from her lonely spot in the back of the cafeteria, and he glared at her without really meaning it. Anna turned her face away, looking hurt, and Castiel almost felt good. The shame hit him like a bad taste, and he abandoned his spaghetti to run into the boy’s bathroom to vomit.
Dean noticed Castiel looked entirely bummed out when he approached the garage that day, so he figured sex was probably out of the question. So, he did the next best thing and pulled Castiel into his arms. Castiel curled against him instantly, and Dean stroked his hair. “What’s up?” Castiel just shrugged. “It’s good to see you.” Castiel still didn’t say anything, so Dean let him go to look him in the face. “What’s going on?”
“People are noticing something wrong with me.” Castiel’s big blue eyes were saturated with what looked like guilt as he pulled away, but Dean could see the wanting that lurked behind the shame. “I think they know. What we’re doing.” Dean frowned. “And if anyone finds out-”
“But we’re not doing anything wrong, Cas.” Dean stroked his cheek, watching Castiel’s eyelids flutter closed, and he gave him a little kiss. “But then why don’t we ever go out anywhere?” Dean sighed heavily. “Because you’re sixteen and I’m twenty four, and we’re both guys. People aren’t going to stand for that around here.”
“But I’m old enough to have sex with whoever I want,” said Castiel, sounding defeated and petulant simultaneously.
“I know that, but still, eight years is a big gap to most people, and there’s the whole gay thing.” Castiel’s shoulders slumped, as if he’d forgotten the main source of his shame. “So we’re just going to keep having sex in this garage?”
Dean saw the first trace of resentment on Castiel’s face, and smiled to himself. “What’re you doing this weekend?” Castiel tilted his head a little bit.
“Nothing really; stay at home I suppose. Father isn’t going to be there.” Someone up there really loved Dean, a very wicked someone. “I’ll tell you what.” Dean looped his arms around Castiel’s waist. “Let’s have a real date.”
“A real date?” Again with the cute little head tilt. Dean nodded and Castiel snuggled closer again. “Like a movie and dinner?”
“I was talking about the whole shebang, dinner, maybe some dancing…a hotel room?” Castiel, endearingly, blushed and kissed Dean, pressing hard into his mouth. “When’s your dad leaving?”
“Tomorrow morning. I promised him I’d be home tonight though. I just wanted to come and see you.” There was a smile on Castiel’s face now, that little one that meant he was content again, and Dean had to swallow it up in one last kiss before reaching into his pocket and pressing a small ball of fabric into Castiel’s hand. “I washed it.” Castiel’s eyes went wide and he blushed again, tucking the tie away into his bag. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, okay?” Castiel nodded and kissed Dean on the cheek before bolting out the door. Dean touched his cheek, where he swore that the pure little kiss had left a mark.
“Dean!” John was shambling down the stairs to the garage, shattering the peace that Castiel had left behind. “What’re you doing down here standing around?”
“There’s nothing to do, Dad. The Jag only needs a few parts, and I’m waiting on them before I finish her.”
“Stop being lazy and find something to do.” John swayed on his feet, and Dean felt like swinging a nearby crowbar into his head. “Why don’t you,” he muttered instead. “Instead of getting drunk off your ass and ordering me around, you could help me put the windshield on the Jag.” Dean jumped out of the way of the bottle that his father chucked at him, rather unnecessarily as it missed where he had been standing by about three feet. “Go to hell,” Dean said, and stormed into the Impala, ignoring John shouting after him.
Dean managed to calm down enough to pick Castiel up that weekend; the boy was waiting on the porch, clutching an overnight bag in front of him. His boy was still wearing a tie, for goodness sake, but was delectable enough to push his father's presence away, and Dean honked, inviting him into the car. Castiel broke into a smile and ran down the lawn towards him, jumping into the car without slamming the door. They drove off like an arrow fired away into the blue sky. “Where’re we going, Dean?”
“There’s a place you’ll like. It’s on Montgomery Island. Right by the water, it’s called the Black Whale.” Castiel smiled at him, and touched his hand, the feeling so light it wasn’t restricting or protective; the opposite of the last boy to hold his hand. Castiel’s hand was soft and just heavy enough to notice, like a kitten’s paw. Dean squeezed Castiel’s hand, but kept driving until they were out of town, and then pulled over. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dean leaned over and kissed him, lingering on Castiel’s mouth. “Just had to kiss you.” Castiel leaned in to take another kiss, and Dean sucked gently on his lower lip. Castiel moaned softly, the sound vibrating though Dean, who couldn’t resist reaching down and fondling Castiel’s cock. Castiel whimpered and broke the kiss to whisper “Dean” in a way that sounded a little like a protest, but he bucked his hips into Dean’s hand. “Come on, I’ve missed touching you.” Dean unzipped him, letting Castiel’s cock bob up towards his stomach. “You’re already dripping. Have you not touched it since that day in the closet?” Castiel flushed pink. “Or do you just like it that much?”
“Yes,” Castiel whispered. “Touch me.” So he began stroking Castiel harder, leaning over to whisper into his ear. “Let me see you come, Cas. I love watching you come, you look so hot.” Castiel whimpered again, arching up into his hand as they began kissing again. Castiel, to his surprise, nipped at Dean’s mouth and came into Dean’s hand, shaking.
They drove to the Black Whale; Dean had the meatloaf with red wine mushroom sauce, while Castiel had shrimp scampi. Dean asked about Castiel’s school and his volunteer work, and sat back as Castiel talked. He only heard half of what Castiel was saying; the boy was making pornographic noises as he ate, and it completely distracted Dean from tales of homeroom antics and good works. How was he supposed to care about college scouts and families who had warm coats for the winter when Castiel sounded like he was masturbating between bites?
When it came to Dean’s turn to talk, Castiel knew next to nothing about cars and therefore didn’t know what the heck Dean was talking about, but he did remember the Jaguar. (Well, it wasn't as if the car was easy to forget.)
“One of your teachers is the owner. Something Bowler.”
“Oh, he’s our history teacher. How does he afford a car like that one?”
“It was a piece of crap when he brought it in, guess it’s cheaper to have me fix it up than to buy it new.” Not that Dean resented a teacher who had enough money to have the car fixed up, but Bowler still irked him on some level.
Castiel tilted his head. “…you don’t like him much do you?”
Dean laughed softly.“No, I don’t like him. He’s a bit of a tool.” Castiel laughed. “What?” Castiel shrugged, putting a last bite in his mouth and making a soft groaning noise. Damn, the boy should be fed through a straw-no, wait, that would involve sucking. “You want dessert?” Castiel shook his head, a hand on his stomach. “You sure? They have really good desserts here.”
“I’m full.” Well, thank God for that, if he had to watch Castiel eat ice cream they’d get arrested for public indecency.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. There’s a place I want to show you.”
“What’s this place?”
“It’s a club.”
Castiel sighed. “I know it’s a club. I meant, what are we doing here? They won’t let me in.”
“Yeah, they will. Come on.” Castiel didn’t move. “Cas, what’s the matter?”
“…I’ve never been to one of these places.” Dean reached over, ruffled Castiel’s hair, took off the tie, unbuttoned the collar on his shirt, and kissed him hard. “You’re ready now.” Castiel flushed, but he got out of the car, and took Dean’s hand as he walked around the car. “Come on.” Dean led Castiel to the bouncer, who nodded at him. “Hey Dean.”
“Hey, Rufus.”
“So I guess you want to come in.” Rufus shot a look at Castiel, and then shot another one, more disapproving, at Dean. “Dean, how old is that boy?”
“Old enough, Rufus, now you gonna let us in or what?” Rufus made a disapproving noise before letting them in, to the annoyance of the group of men behind them.
The music hissed and bumped throughout the small club as men ground against each other, kissed, and shouted at each other over the noise. Dean felt Castiel step a bit closer to him as a few men starting eying him. “Easy, Cas. You want a drink?” Castiel shook his head fervently, but Dean led him to the bar anyway and ordered a beer. Castiel watched the bartender pour it, his eyes regarding the suds with curiosity which appeared to be beating out Castiel’s good Catholic boy instincts. God, but he loved corrupting his boy. “You want a taste?” Castiel leaned over and sipped, almost immediately making a face. “You need something sweeter, huh? Hey, let’s get some pink lemonade over here.”
“Pink lemonade? They serve that?” The bartender laughed and handed something to Dean that was shockingly pink, which Dean handed off to Castiel. Castiel took a sip. “It’s good.”
“Cheers.” They clinked glasses, and both of them smiled at each other. Castiel took a huge swig out of his glass and Dean just grinned. “I’d slow down if I were you. I don’t want you getting sick on me.” Castiel nodded and set the glass back on the bar. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the thumping music. Castiel’s eyes widened a little, watching the men hump and grind on the floor, but Dean could tell by the way he shifted his weight that he was enjoying himself. “So Cas, what’re you up to when you’re not volunteering or at school?”
Castiel shrugged. “Singing in the choir, I guess. I mean, I like doing it. I don’t really have a lot of time, with school and the food bank and everything else.” He tilted his head, looking deep into Dean’s eyes-then he giggled.
“You’re buzzed already?”Castiel giggled again. “I’m guessing that is a yes. Finish your drink.” Castiel finished the drink obediently, and Dean kissed him as a reward. Castiel leaning against Dean, they cuddled as close as possible, looking out at the dance floor.
“Can we dance?”
“You want to dance?” Dean glanced over the crowd, and shrugged, downing his beer. Any excuse to get close to Castiel and really get his motor running was fine by him. Castiel was flushed as he and Dean headed for the dance floor. Dean looped his arms around Castiel, rocking his hips against him in rhythm with the music. Castiel writhed against him, sliding down Dean’s leg almost to the floor before Dean pulled him up, grabbing his ass and grinding back against him, panting softly into Castiel’s ear. The lights scattered over the dance floor as they danced; their pulses in counterpoint to the beat as Castiel ground his hips against Dean’s in a slow circle and kissed him messily, linking a leg around Dean’s waist. Apparently one drink turned Castiel into a dancer with no shame. Castiel licked Dean’s mouth open, demanding a taste and continuing to grind his hips against Dean’s, letting Dean feel his erection. Dean groaned and kept kissing him, feeling eyes on them. He knew what a pretty picture they made, and he ran a hand down Castiel’s back to show off his hold on him. Castiel just bent back against his hand, breaking the kiss to lean back and rock his hips again. I’m going to pin you down, open you up and fuck you so hard that we break the bed.
Castiel, after one more drink , climbed into Dean’s car, and enthusiastically kissed Dean the second he shut the door. Everything seemed easier now, and all he wanted to do was drown in Dean, kiss Dean, touch Dean-
“Cas, you’re feeling pretty good?” Castiel nodded and kissed Dean again. “You want to get a room?” Yes, a room sounded good. Then they could touch more, Dean could…do everything to him.
“Can I suck off you off first?” He hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to confess how easy he was for Dean’s cock, but there it was, hanging in the air.
Dean shook his head, giving him a kiss. “I’m getting you to a hotel, getting you open, and making love to you all night. I can’t waste my first round, as sweet as your mouth is. You’re getting turned on already?” Castiel nodded. “Well, we’ll be there soon. You need me to take the edge off?” Dean reached down and rubbed gently over the slight bulge in Castiel’s pants. “Or can you wait?” Rather than continue to appear as desperate as he was, Castiel nodded and gently pushed Dean’s hand away.
In thirty minutes, they were on the second floor of a Holiday Inn, kissing as they backed into the room. Castiel felt so hungry for Dean he wanted to swallow him down-or be devoured. Dean shucked off his coat and then Dean’s hand was in his hair, wrapping his other arm around Castiel’s back, bending him to kiss him slowly. Castiel kissed back, his arms wrapping around Dean tightly, trying not to rub himself against Dean’s thigh. They teetered dangerously for a moment, and landed on the large bed, Castiel moaning at the quick break in their kiss. Dean kissed him impishly as he began to undo his tie, Castiel kicking off his shoes. Dean burrowed his face in Castiel’s neck, nibbling down to the collarbone, making Castiel squirm underneath him.
Castiel wanted more bare skin, for Dean to take off his shirt so that he could see more, feel more. “Take your shirt off,” he said, and realized that he was being demanding. Dean chuckled. “What’s your hurry? We’ve got all night,” and he bit down a little on Castiel’s neck.
“I want-I want to see you. I want to feel you.”
Dean stared at him for a moment, and then peeled his shirt off. Castiel felt his heart bump against his ribcage. Dean was just as gorgeous as he’d been that day by the pool, and Castiel leaned up; putting his hands anywhere he could reach, pressing kisses all over Dean’s chest. He could hear Dean’s breath quicken; he licked over the nipple he’d just kissed, and Dean hissed, unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt blindly. Castiel struggled out of the shirt; Dean pulled him close and they kissed, skin to skin. The warmth and the feel of Dean’s bare skin against his own made Castiel’s dick twitch in his pants, dripping into his underwear.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Dean breathed into Castiel’s ear. “I’m going to take you, make you feel so good.” Castiel groaned, running a hand down himself, massaging his throbbing cock. “Oh, yeah, touch yourself.” Castiel flushed and squeezed himself again, and he and Dean moaned in unison. “Pants off,” Dean murmured, pulling back and undoing Castiel’s belt as he kissed the bulge in Castiel’s pants. “Hips up,” Dean said, and Castiel lifted up his hips, letting Dean ease his pants off, along with his underwear.
Dean stood and took his pants off too, giving Castiel a good view of the erection in his boxers. He crawled across the bed to kiss it, wetting the silky cotton with his mouth as Dean had done. His tongue flicked through the gap in Dean’s boxers, desperate for a taste. Dean let him lick for a few seconds before pushing his head away. Castiel heard himself whine pitifully, but Dean ignored him in favor of retrieving his jacket.
A large tube of lubricant and a packet of wipes landed on the bed. Castiel blushed; Dean grinned. “Turn over.” Castiel obeyed, looking at Dean over his shoulder. Dean took one of the wipes, and began running it over Castiel’s hole, dipping into it before tossing it aside. “Dean, why’d you do- oh!” Dean had plunged his tongue into Castiel’s hole, and Castiel squirmed, scrabbling at the sheets. “Dean, oh my-Dean, stop it!” Dean pushed his lips to the edge of the hole and sucked; Castiel howled. “Dean, please, that’s dirty-” And it felt so good! Dean was doing things with his tongue Castiel hadn’t known were possible, and his cock was dripping onto the bed, and he didn’t care anymore that it was filthy, just that Dean didn’t stop. “Don’t stop, please, don’t-” Dean wrapped a suddenly slick hand around his cock, jerking in time with the wet sucking sounds he was making, and Castiel thought he was going to start tearing apart. “Dean…please…stop, I’m going to…” Dean eased his tongue out with a wet squishing sound.
“Do it then,” and he gave Castiel a gentle slap on the behind before worming his tongue back in, jerking Castiel’s cock faster. “Dean, I’m…” And he was coming, spurting all over his stomach and the bed. Dean sat up as Castiel rolled over. “…oh.” Castiel shut his eyes, letting the aftershocks flutter through him.
Normally Dean would let Castiel enjoy the afterglow, but he was hard, and he wanted, more than anything at that moment, to see Castiel’s face when he was inside him. So he slicked up two fingers and eased them into Castiel’s wet opening. Castiel, relaxed from his orgasm, only made a feeble whimper as they slid into him and started scissoring. Dean could have cried at the pretty picture Castiel made, but it was much more fun to press against his prostate and watch him squirm as his cock started to rise again.
Dean took the tip of Castiel’s cock in his mouth, sucking as he pushed another finger into Castiel, who spread his knees further apart and grabbed at Dean’s hair, panting. “Oh God, oh God, please Dean, suck me harder.” Dean sucked hard, swallowing the little dribble of precome that Castiel gave him, humming softly in appreciation. Castiel jerked up his hips, and Dean pulled his mouth off, leaving Castiel thrusting into the air frantically. “Dean,” he whispered. “Please?” Dean wiggled his fingers; Castiel yanked hard on the sheets, pulled desperately. “Dean, Dean, Dean, please!”
He pulled his fingers out slowly, gently as he stared at Castiel. “You’re gonna feel so good.” He pulled down his underwear, freeing his erection. He fondled it for a second before dripping lubricant all over it and pressing it against Castiel. “Can you feel how hard I am? That’s all for you.” Castiel squirmed and rubbed his hole against the tip of Dean’s penis. “We’re gonna make love all night, sweetheart. Just relax, okay?” And Dean pushed into that virgin tightness, his fingers splayed across Castiel’s thighs. Castiel had gone a little soft, so Dean stroked him gently. “Come on, relax.” Dean circled his hips, pressing his head against Castiel’s prostate. “I gotcha.”
Castiel dug his heels into the bed as Dean started to go a little faster, dragging himself in and out. “Oh, fuck, Cas, you feel so good.” Castiel’s eyes fluttered back open, looking at him with lust and a little fear. “Does it hurt?” Castiel shook his head and Dean leaned down to kiss him, before rocking in deeper. Castiel moaned prettily and panted, his chest heaving. Dean gripped Castiel’s perfect hips; he wanted to leave marks that would last, long after he was done fucking Castiel. Castiel was so tight and perfect, so warm and a little wet around Dean’s cock Dean could have fucked him for hours, but he’d have to settle for doing this again.
Castiel clutched at Dean’s shoulders as Dean pushed deeper inside him. He’d never felt so full before, not when Dean had pushed his fingers inside of him, not when he dreamed about it. But it felt wonderful, especially when Dean brushed against a spot inside him that made him tremble and shake, that made him want to come so desperately. He leaned up to kiss Dean, but with Dean’s thrusts, his lips hit Dean’s shoulder, almost biting him. Castiel reached for his dick and Dean slapped it away. “No,” Dean growled. “I want you to come because you love being full of my cock.” Castiel’s cock spurted onto their stomachs.
“Oh, god, Dean, please,” Castiel wasn’t sure what he was begging for, but Dean went faster, snapping his hips hard against Castiel’s behind. “Oh, yes,” Dean whispered. “So fucking tight. You’re so sweet, Cas.” Dean leaned down and kissed him, before thrusting a little faster. “You getting close, Cas?” Castiel nodded.
“Yes, Dean, I’m getting really close, make me come, Dean, please!”
“Yeah. Okay.” Dean began thrusting even faster than before, making the bed creak and slam against the wall. It almost started to hurt, but Castiel could feel his orgasm creeping up on him, hanging just out of reach. “Oh, God! Oh, please, oh, fuck, Dean, I’m-I’m, do it harder, oh please, yes, yes, yes!” Dean grunted and gave one last hard thrust as he wrapped a hand around Castiel and gave one smooth pull. That did it; making a noise that might have been Dean’s name, Castiel came. Dean pulled out and used a few wipes to clean the mess off of Castiel’s stomach, but he left the mess between Castiel’s legs as they started to fall asleep.