The Bucket List (3/?)
Title: The Bucket List (3/?)
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warnings/Kinks: Blowjobs, rimming, scar!kink, bottom!Dean, toppy!Cas
Chapter Summary: While Sam's out for breakfast, Dean and Castiel decide to have a little fun. Takes place right after Chapter 2
Genre: Romance/Family
Chapter 3: In which there is sex in the shower.
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When Dean wakes up, it's to steady breathing and warm weight over his legs. He looks bemusedly down at Cas, who has managed to octopus his way around him without waking. He shifts, glancing around the room to notice Sam's gone. Frowning a bit, he extricates himself out of Cas' hold and gets up, lumbering sleepily to the kitchen area, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle, trying to wash away the just-been-asleep aftertaste. There's a huff that comes from the bed, and he turns around to see the ex-angel shift to the middle of the bed, burrowing under the covers until just a tuft of black hair showed. Dean grins.
Castiel, it turns out, is not a morning person. Dean would've thought he'd be the type to wake up at the crack of dawn so he could "view the beauty of creation" or some shit, but instead, the first night he'd actually fallen asleep, he'd been like a log, taken to snapping whenever they tried to wake him. When they finally did, he usually sat on the bed with an extreme case of bed hair, half-lidded eyes, and slouched back. It was pretty endearing in a grumpy, afraid-for-your-life kind of way.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up," he says, threading his fingers through that bed hair and shaking his head slightly. Cas whines, and bats his hand at Dean's general direction, mumbling incoherently, before shaking his head out of Dean's grip and sitting up slightly. Dean laughs and walks back to the kitchen, noticing the light blue paper fluttering on the fridge.
Dean and Cas,
Heading to get breakfast. I'll be gone for like an hour. Please try to be decent when I get back.
-Sam
Dean smirks before throwing the post-it behind him, yelling over his shoulder.
"Cas, Sammy wants us to have lots of loud, awesome sex before he gets back!"
"I'm sure he said those words exactly," the ex-angel says wryly, wrinkling his nose and batting away the post-it, glaring at Dean with dark, sleep-smudged eyes.
"Quit trying to ruin my fun, grumpy," he says before getting up and stretching, grinning when he sees Cas follow the movement, lingering on the exposed skin from his ridden-up shirt.
He strips off his shirt, turning to ruffle through his duffle bag. Quickly, he pulls down his boxers and grabs a towel. He turns to look at Cas, whose eyes have gone dark.
"You wanna cross off one more place on that list?" He smirks and prances to the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the water. Warm liquid hits his body and he sighs, tilting his head up to the water.
Soft hands bracket Dean's body, trailing up his ribs and curling over his shoulders. He shivers when one brushes his scar, a soft burst of electric shock moving through Dean's skin.
The raspy texture of tongue and scruff appears in the center of his shoulder blades, and he drops his head, water hitting the back of his neck as the feeling moves lower, tracing each vertebrae of his spine. Dean shivers, cock swelling as Castiel's tongue moves down, slender fingers curving around his hipbones.
His head jerks and breath catches, and he places his arms on the dripping tile wall. His legs widen as he feels Castiel's tongue dip into the crease of Dean's ass, teeth nibbling gently at the sides.
Suddenly, he stiffens, a choked whimper falling from Dean's lips, drops of water sliding down his face and dripping off his chin or into his lips.
"Fuck," he breathes, Castiel's tongue touching places he's never even dreamed, twisting and plunging like it's its own limb.
Castiel hums, taking his fingers, dripping with smooth conditioner and slipping them in with his tongue without warning. He feels the groan vibrating through the hunter's tense body.
"Shit," comes the hushed, wrecked whisper and Castiel hums again, the sound traveling up Dean's spine.
"Fuck, Cas," he moans when Cas makes a particular crook of his fingers and sends blazes of heat through Dean's body, knees trembling with the effort to stay upright, Castiel's grip on his hips practically the only thing keeping him up. He whimpers helplessly, one hand sliding down the wet tile and touching himself, broad fingers sticky slippery with water and precome. Castiel shifts a little, tongue slipping out momentarily and adding a third finger, thrusting them in and out relentlessly, mouth murmuring endearments into Dean's skin, dragging his teeth across his firm thigh and the inside of Dean's knee.
Dean's breathing is labored and erratic, fingers curled loosely into a fist, pumping in and out. He whimpers and then stiffens, low cry falling from his lips when Cas thrusts his tongue along with his fingers.
"Fuckin' hell," he whispers, voice ragged and raw as he slip-slides into orgasm, legs trembling and falling with weak euphoria. He leans his head against the wall, water dripping down his face. There's a low hum and soft hands and he lets himself get turned around, face cupped by those same soft hands, hooded eyes focusing on the bright blue of the ex-angel's.
Castiel kisses him, humming languidly. Dean presses closer to him, still feeling an insistent hardness against his thigh.
"Cas, stand up," he whispers against his lips. Castiel looks at him, wide eyes growing darker as he stands gracefully, crystal droplets trickling down his smooth, lean body. Slowly, he grips those hipbones he loves so damn much and pushes him gently against the wall.
He noses that hard evidence of arousal, breath wafting hotly against the skin. Castiel twitches, slender fingers coming up to curl in Dean's bedraggled hair.
"Dean," he breathes, and looking up into the dark eyes ringed a drowning blue, he takes him into his mouth, tongue curling, throat relaxing.
"Dean," voice a little more insistent, volume at a low, deep growl. Dean shivers because that voice never fails to send a heated thrill down his spine. His dick twitches, starting to harden, and he takes one hand to grasp the base, still sucking down on Cas like a friggin' professional.
"Ah," Castiel makes a soft, whimpering sound, nails scratching at Dean's scalp. The breathy sounds run closer together and Dean knows he's close, looking up as he scrapes his teeth gently along the side, taking a hand and playing with Cas' balls, nearly choking when the ex-angel's hips jerk forward at the action. His own cock is getting hard again and he takes a hand and strokes himself lightly, the fingers still playing with Cas' balls sliding back, the index pressing into Castiel's hole.
There's a harsh cry and a strangled Dean and Cas comes, spilling hot and salty into Dean's mouth. He swallows, licking at everything he missed as Cas softens inside him, taking his lips off with an obscene pop.
His knees are aching and his jaw hurts, but when Cas drops down, cradling Dean's face in his hands and presses a deep kiss to his lips, tongue sliding in to taste himself in Dean's mouth-well, he can't really complain.
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ALKDSFJALSJDFAL. I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG. The bj part just did not want to be written. At all.
REMEMBER, REVIEWS = GETTING YOUR PLACES IN THE STORY.
ALSO, SOME NICE EYE CANDY TO GO WITH THE SHOWERING MENTAL IMAGE:
AND
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Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warnings/Kinks: Blowjobs, rimming, scar!kink, bottom!Dean, toppy!Cas
Chapter Summary: While Sam's out for breakfast, Dean and Castiel decide to have a little fun. Takes place right after Chapter 2
Genre: Romance/Family
Chapter 3: In which there is sex in the shower.
***********************
When Dean wakes up, it's to steady breathing and warm weight over his legs. He looks bemusedly down at Cas, who has managed to octopus his way around him without waking. He shifts, glancing around the room to notice Sam's gone. Frowning a bit, he extricates himself out of Cas' hold and gets up, lumbering sleepily to the kitchen area, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle, trying to wash away the just-been-asleep aftertaste. There's a huff that comes from the bed, and he turns around to see the ex-angel shift to the middle of the bed, burrowing under the covers until just a tuft of black hair showed. Dean grins.
Castiel, it turns out, is not a morning person. Dean would've thought he'd be the type to wake up at the crack of dawn so he could "view the beauty of creation" or some shit, but instead, the first night he'd actually fallen asleep, he'd been like a log, taken to snapping whenever they tried to wake him. When they finally did, he usually sat on the bed with an extreme case of bed hair, half-lidded eyes, and slouched back. It was pretty endearing in a grumpy, afraid-for-your-life kind of way.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, wake up," he says, threading his fingers through that bed hair and shaking his head slightly. Cas whines, and bats his hand at Dean's general direction, mumbling incoherently, before shaking his head out of Dean's grip and sitting up slightly. Dean laughs and walks back to the kitchen, noticing the light blue paper fluttering on the fridge.
Dean and Cas,
Heading to get breakfast. I'll be gone for like an hour. Please try to be decent when I get back.
-Sam
Dean smirks before throwing the post-it behind him, yelling over his shoulder.
"Cas, Sammy wants us to have lots of loud, awesome sex before he gets back!"
"I'm sure he said those words exactly," the ex-angel says wryly, wrinkling his nose and batting away the post-it, glaring at Dean with dark, sleep-smudged eyes.
"Quit trying to ruin my fun, grumpy," he says before getting up and stretching, grinning when he sees Cas follow the movement, lingering on the exposed skin from his ridden-up shirt.
He strips off his shirt, turning to ruffle through his duffle bag. Quickly, he pulls down his boxers and grabs a towel. He turns to look at Cas, whose eyes have gone dark.
"You wanna cross off one more place on that list?" He smirks and prances to the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the water. Warm liquid hits his body and he sighs, tilting his head up to the water.
Soft hands bracket Dean's body, trailing up his ribs and curling over his shoulders. He shivers when one brushes his scar, a soft burst of electric shock moving through Dean's skin.
The raspy texture of tongue and scruff appears in the center of his shoulder blades, and he drops his head, water hitting the back of his neck as the feeling moves lower, tracing each vertebrae of his spine. Dean shivers, cock swelling as Castiel's tongue moves down, slender fingers curving around his hipbones.
His head jerks and breath catches, and he places his arms on the dripping tile wall. His legs widen as he feels Castiel's tongue dip into the crease of Dean's ass, teeth nibbling gently at the sides.
Suddenly, he stiffens, a choked whimper falling from Dean's lips, drops of water sliding down his face and dripping off his chin or into his lips.
"Fuck," he breathes, Castiel's tongue touching places he's never even dreamed, twisting and plunging like it's its own limb.
Castiel hums, taking his fingers, dripping with smooth conditioner and slipping them in with his tongue without warning. He feels the groan vibrating through the hunter's tense body.
"Shit," comes the hushed, wrecked whisper and Castiel hums again, the sound traveling up Dean's spine.
"Fuck, Cas," he moans when Cas makes a particular crook of his fingers and sends blazes of heat through Dean's body, knees trembling with the effort to stay upright, Castiel's grip on his hips practically the only thing keeping him up. He whimpers helplessly, one hand sliding down the wet tile and touching himself, broad fingers sticky slippery with water and precome. Castiel shifts a little, tongue slipping out momentarily and adding a third finger, thrusting them in and out relentlessly, mouth murmuring endearments into Dean's skin, dragging his teeth across his firm thigh and the inside of Dean's knee.
Dean's breathing is labored and erratic, fingers curled loosely into a fist, pumping in and out. He whimpers and then stiffens, low cry falling from his lips when Cas thrusts his tongue along with his fingers.
"Fuckin' hell," he whispers, voice ragged and raw as he slip-slides into orgasm, legs trembling and falling with weak euphoria. He leans his head against the wall, water dripping down his face. There's a low hum and soft hands and he lets himself get turned around, face cupped by those same soft hands, hooded eyes focusing on the bright blue of the ex-angel's.
Castiel kisses him, humming languidly. Dean presses closer to him, still feeling an insistent hardness against his thigh.
"Cas, stand up," he whispers against his lips. Castiel looks at him, wide eyes growing darker as he stands gracefully, crystal droplets trickling down his smooth, lean body. Slowly, he grips those hipbones he loves so damn much and pushes him gently against the wall.
He noses that hard evidence of arousal, breath wafting hotly against the skin. Castiel twitches, slender fingers coming up to curl in Dean's bedraggled hair.
"Dean," he breathes, and looking up into the dark eyes ringed a drowning blue, he takes him into his mouth, tongue curling, throat relaxing.
"Dean," voice a little more insistent, volume at a low, deep growl. Dean shivers because that voice never fails to send a heated thrill down his spine. His dick twitches, starting to harden, and he takes one hand to grasp the base, still sucking down on Cas like a friggin' professional.
"Ah," Castiel makes a soft, whimpering sound, nails scratching at Dean's scalp. The breathy sounds run closer together and Dean knows he's close, looking up as he scrapes his teeth gently along the side, taking a hand and playing with Cas' balls, nearly choking when the ex-angel's hips jerk forward at the action. His own cock is getting hard again and he takes a hand and strokes himself lightly, the fingers still playing with Cas' balls sliding back, the index pressing into Castiel's hole.
There's a harsh cry and a strangled Dean and Cas comes, spilling hot and salty into Dean's mouth. He swallows, licking at everything he missed as Cas softens inside him, taking his lips off with an obscene pop.
His knees are aching and his jaw hurts, but when Cas drops down, cradling Dean's face in his hands and presses a deep kiss to his lips, tongue sliding in to taste himself in Dean's mouth-well, he can't really complain.
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ALKDSFJALSJDFAL. I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG. The bj part just did not want to be written. At all.
REMEMBER, REVIEWS = GETTING YOUR PLACES IN THE STORY.
ALSO, SOME NICE EYE CANDY TO GO WITH THE SHOWERING MENTAL IMAGE:
AND
ALSO, I'M REMINDING YOU GUYS THAT I HAVE A TUMBLR. rewrite-the-role-we-play.tumblr.com/