Soulmates (4/8)
Soulmates
Title: Soulmates (4/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17.
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1915.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
THURSDAY
For Castiel the day couldn't finish quick enough. He had fallen asleep the night before after wanking off twice while thinking about fucking Dean. Now that Allan was gone he felt no guilt about pursuing Dean, gay or not. He was going to do his best to convince him that a man on man relationship was the best in the world. "'Cause a man knows what a man wants", he had said out loud gesturing with his hand into thin air while testing one of his arguments this morning. He had felt extremely silly and had instead found his new pink tie from its box. A bit risky but he thought it would give a more lovable impression of him.
* * * * *
Dean had been up early and had found a shirt at the back of his closet he had never worn before. It was a dusty moss green colour and he had a tie in a slightly darker colour. It looked good with his black suit and it definately matched his eyes.
When he entered the classroom a little later than usual - he had spent too much time fussing about his appearance - he got some interested looks and nice complements from the women. He couldn't help but to smile. He hadn't felt this good in years. He went and sat next to Cas who stared blatantly at him. "'Morning", he said casually.
Castiel cleared his throat and said "Good morning. You look very nice today".
"Thank you", Dean said wih a smile. "I felt like trying something different".
* * * * *
When Castiel saw the response Dean got from the women and how he smiled back at them confidently, his heart sank in his chest. Maybe Dean was straight after all. Why else would he bask in their admiration like that.
"You might be lucky and find your new girlfriend amongst your new admirers", he said with a dry throat, trying to sound funny.
"Oh, I don't think so", Dean said. He looked straight at Castiel and said: "I'm gay".
Castiels heart almost leaped out of his chest. A warm feeling spread throughout his body and he cracked a smile that went from ear to ear. Now, if they could just get this blasted lesson over with.
* * * * *
They went to Dean's house in Dean's car. Castiel had said he would leave his car by the course center and get a taxi tomorrow. They made dinner together and while it was in the oven Castiel had a closer look around the house.
"Oh, you play the guitar", he exclaimed, grabbing Billy's Fender from it's place on the wall.
"Don't touch that!", Dean shouted, making Cas start. He gently put the Fender back. "Okay, I'm sorry", he said, surprised.
"No, I'm sorry", Dean sighed, feeling guilty. "It's just...that guitar belonged to my boyfriend. It's very special to me".
"Oh...I see", said Castiel. After a pause he said: "And where is he now.....your boyfriend?"
"He's been dead for seven years", Dean said, the pained look in his eyes telling Castiel more about what he had been through in a few seconds than a whole evening of talking would.
"I'm sorry...", Cas said again.
"He was my first and only boyfriend...I loved him very much", Dean said. He never talked about Billy but he felt he had to explain to Cas, make him understand.
"Of course", Castiel said.
Right then the oven dinged; making a welcomed end to the conversation.
While they ate they found a happier mood again, sharing some childhood memories and life experiences. Castiel couldn't help thinking about Billy. He had obviously made a big impression on Dean. It would take some time for Castiel to get close to him but he was willing to make the effort. He wondered if Dean had been celibate for all of the seven years. Well, he probably shouldn't get his hopes up about getting intimate with Dean tonight. He looked at his hand and thought "It's just me and you tonight, fella".
Dean studied Castiels face while they ate. He so wanted to touch it. Let his hand stroke his cheeks, mess up his imaculate hair and kiss his lips, his neck and then...
".....his sister", he heard Cas say. He looked confused at Cas. What had he said? Something about an allan. What was an allan?
"Sorry?", he mumbled, embarrased. Cas looked at him like he knew what he had been thinking about.
He smirked and said: "I said my boyfriend, or I suppose now ex-boyfriend, Allan, has moved out of our flat. He's staying with his sister".
Cas looked at Dean to see what reaction he would get.
Dean started stuttering "Oh...I see...well that's...I mean...I'm sorry to hear that...umm...errr".
Castiel's smile got wider. "It's okay. We've been headed for the end for a while now. I just haven't had the courage to end it". He quickly gave Dean the gist of their relationship, making Dean feel he didn't have to be guilty about going after Cas. He suddenly realized that was what he wanted. He wanted to go after Cas. After seven years he had finally found a man he wanted just as much as he had wanted Billy.
* * * * *
After dinner they did the dishes together, Dean smiling when Cas said he like doing them. Doing a chore together. It was new to him. In fact he really liked the way Dean lived his life. He focused on the simple pleasures and didn't get caught up in materialistic things. It was that kind of life Castiel had been longing for. He could feel it as he sat on Deans sofa, looking around on the sparsely, but tastefully, decorated room. On one wall there was a painting of Buddha in meditation. A stone statue on a background of red. It was very striking and gave a nice splash of colour to the room. Cas felt relaxed as he looked at the painting. Dean came in with coffee and sat down beside Castiel. He felt nervous. He knew now would be the time to make his move but he was unsure how to go about it. He had never picked up a man before. He wondered if the wine would do its magic; Cas had liked it very much and had praised Dean for his choice.
It was getting dark in the room and Dean thought about turning on some lights. He poured some coffee and handed it to Cas, their fingers touching, sparks forming between them. Dean lost it then. He kissed Cas hungrily almost missing the table when he tried to put the coffee pot down. Castiel had more luck with his cup and soon grabbed on to Deans upper arms kissing and licking at Deans lips. They both groaned, spurring eachother on. Dean could hear the blood rush in his ears; he couldn't get enough of Cas, trying to compensate for seven years of loneliness. Seven years of not touching another human being. It felt so good but he unwillingly had to break the kiss because he wasn't getting enough oxygen through his nose. They both panted, looking at each other and it wasn't long before Dean took the innitiative again, crashing his lips against Cas'. "Oh, my God", he could hear himself say. Or try to say; it was difficult with another man's mouth pressed against his. They went on for a long time, licking and sucking, kissing each other's necks then going back up to the mouth, tongues rolling against eachother, flicking in and out. They went on for so long that they eventually slowed to a steady pace, their most urgent needs having been met, tongues frolicking in and out of the other man's mouth, licking lips and sighing.
"Lie down", Cas said, breaking the kiss. Dean's stomach flipped. He reclined on the sofa while Cas kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his shirt out of his trousers, kissing his abdomen just above the waistline. He started to gently caress Dean's hard cock through the cloth, Dean letting out a gasp of pleasure. He kissed higher and higher unbuttoning Dean's shirt as he went up. He kissed up Dean's neck and when he got to his lips they shared a slow kiss that made Dean moan against Castiel's mouth. It was almost too much for him and his cock was throbbing so hard he was sure Castiel must be able to feel it. When they broke the kiss Castiel licked Deans lips, almost catlike. Then he turned his attention to Dean's trousers, opening the button and zipping down. Dean realized he was holding his breath and he let out a long sigh that made Cas look at him and smile a crooked, naughty smile. Dean lifted his hips a little so Castiel could pull his trousers down for better access. Castiel rubbed on Dean's bulge against his under pants; Dean letting out a soft whimper. "Has it been that long?", Cas asked, rubbing slowly. "Seven years", Dean said, not sure how he felt about admitting to that. Castiel's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Poor you", he said softly. "Don't worry, I'll make it good for you". Dean thought that by now any kind of sex with another person would be good but he didn't say anything.
Castiel started pulling Dean's under pants down, releasing his very hard cock to stand straight up in the air. The sight aroused Castiel tremendeously and he curled his fingers around the shaft carefully. If Dean was as hard as Cas had been the other morning he would have to be careful to begin with. He stroked softly, Dean letting out an "Aaaahhhhh.....". "Poor baby, I know", Cas said holding back a smile. After a few seconds Dean started to relax and Cas licked under the cock head and closed his lips around the tip. He started licking like he was licking a lollipop, swirling his tongue around the tip and only sucking the head. Dean almost went out of his mind. He just wanted Cas to take his whole cock in his mouth, now please, and he couldn't help but to plead a little. "Please, Cas, don't tease me...". "I guess I am being a very naughty boy", Castiel said with a smirk, "Especially when you need it so much". "Yes, I need it", Dean said brethlessly. Castiel started going for it in earnest, taking the whole of Dean's length in his mouth, swallowing him whole, his right hand at the base of the cock, his left stroking at the balls. "Nnggh", Dean couldn't help saying. He was so close to the edge already but he managed to hang on for a little longer, coming while buried deep in Castiel's mouth, letting out a cry mixed with relief, pain of having been alone for so long and the joy of finally feeling another man's touch. Castiel looked up at him and smiled while Dean was trying to to catch his breath. He felt so utterly relaxed and sank back into the cushions with closed eyes. Castiel snuggled up beside him and kissed him on the temple. "Thank you, I needed that", Dean said, sounding exhausted. Castiel smiled at the formal tone. "Anytime", was the only thing he could think of saying.
Castiel stayed the night, the two of them falling asleep in each other's arms.
Title: Soulmates (4/8).
Author: ash_tree_house
Rating: NC-17.
Genre and/or Pairing: AU, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Billy, Castiel/Allan.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Warningsac: Bit of fluff, soft porn, Allan. And English is my second language. Unbeta'ed.
Word Count: 1915.
Summary: Dean has lost his soul mate and isn't interested in a new relationship. Castiel is a very naughty boy. And what will Allan do?
THURSDAY
For Castiel the day couldn't finish quick enough. He had fallen asleep the night before after wanking off twice while thinking about fucking Dean. Now that Allan was gone he felt no guilt about pursuing Dean, gay or not. He was going to do his best to convince him that a man on man relationship was the best in the world. "'Cause a man knows what a man wants", he had said out loud gesturing with his hand into thin air while testing one of his arguments this morning. He had felt extremely silly and had instead found his new pink tie from its box. A bit risky but he thought it would give a more lovable impression of him.
* * * * *
Dean had been up early and had found a shirt at the back of his closet he had never worn before. It was a dusty moss green colour and he had a tie in a slightly darker colour. It looked good with his black suit and it definately matched his eyes.
When he entered the classroom a little later than usual - he had spent too much time fussing about his appearance - he got some interested looks and nice complements from the women. He couldn't help but to smile. He hadn't felt this good in years. He went and sat next to Cas who stared blatantly at him. "'Morning", he said casually.
Castiel cleared his throat and said "Good morning. You look very nice today".
"Thank you", Dean said wih a smile. "I felt like trying something different".
* * * * *
When Castiel saw the response Dean got from the women and how he smiled back at them confidently, his heart sank in his chest. Maybe Dean was straight after all. Why else would he bask in their admiration like that.
"You might be lucky and find your new girlfriend amongst your new admirers", he said with a dry throat, trying to sound funny.
"Oh, I don't think so", Dean said. He looked straight at Castiel and said: "I'm gay".
Castiels heart almost leaped out of his chest. A warm feeling spread throughout his body and he cracked a smile that went from ear to ear. Now, if they could just get this blasted lesson over with.
* * * * *
They went to Dean's house in Dean's car. Castiel had said he would leave his car by the course center and get a taxi tomorrow. They made dinner together and while it was in the oven Castiel had a closer look around the house.
"Oh, you play the guitar", he exclaimed, grabbing Billy's Fender from it's place on the wall.
"Don't touch that!", Dean shouted, making Cas start. He gently put the Fender back. "Okay, I'm sorry", he said, surprised.
"No, I'm sorry", Dean sighed, feeling guilty. "It's just...that guitar belonged to my boyfriend. It's very special to me".
"Oh...I see", said Castiel. After a pause he said: "And where is he now.....your boyfriend?"
"He's been dead for seven years", Dean said, the pained look in his eyes telling Castiel more about what he had been through in a few seconds than a whole evening of talking would.
"I'm sorry...", Cas said again.
"He was my first and only boyfriend...I loved him very much", Dean said. He never talked about Billy but he felt he had to explain to Cas, make him understand.
"Of course", Castiel said.
Right then the oven dinged; making a welcomed end to the conversation.
While they ate they found a happier mood again, sharing some childhood memories and life experiences. Castiel couldn't help thinking about Billy. He had obviously made a big impression on Dean. It would take some time for Castiel to get close to him but he was willing to make the effort. He wondered if Dean had been celibate for all of the seven years. Well, he probably shouldn't get his hopes up about getting intimate with Dean tonight. He looked at his hand and thought "It's just me and you tonight, fella".
Dean studied Castiels face while they ate. He so wanted to touch it. Let his hand stroke his cheeks, mess up his imaculate hair and kiss his lips, his neck and then...
".....his sister", he heard Cas say. He looked confused at Cas. What had he said? Something about an allan. What was an allan?
"Sorry?", he mumbled, embarrased. Cas looked at him like he knew what he had been thinking about.
He smirked and said: "I said my boyfriend, or I suppose now ex-boyfriend, Allan, has moved out of our flat. He's staying with his sister".
Cas looked at Dean to see what reaction he would get.
Dean started stuttering "Oh...I see...well that's...I mean...I'm sorry to hear that...umm...errr".
Castiel's smile got wider. "It's okay. We've been headed for the end for a while now. I just haven't had the courage to end it". He quickly gave Dean the gist of their relationship, making Dean feel he didn't have to be guilty about going after Cas. He suddenly realized that was what he wanted. He wanted to go after Cas. After seven years he had finally found a man he wanted just as much as he had wanted Billy.
* * * * *
After dinner they did the dishes together, Dean smiling when Cas said he like doing them. Doing a chore together. It was new to him. In fact he really liked the way Dean lived his life. He focused on the simple pleasures and didn't get caught up in materialistic things. It was that kind of life Castiel had been longing for. He could feel it as he sat on Deans sofa, looking around on the sparsely, but tastefully, decorated room. On one wall there was a painting of Buddha in meditation. A stone statue on a background of red. It was very striking and gave a nice splash of colour to the room. Cas felt relaxed as he looked at the painting. Dean came in with coffee and sat down beside Castiel. He felt nervous. He knew now would be the time to make his move but he was unsure how to go about it. He had never picked up a man before. He wondered if the wine would do its magic; Cas had liked it very much and had praised Dean for his choice.
It was getting dark in the room and Dean thought about turning on some lights. He poured some coffee and handed it to Cas, their fingers touching, sparks forming between them. Dean lost it then. He kissed Cas hungrily almost missing the table when he tried to put the coffee pot down. Castiel had more luck with his cup and soon grabbed on to Deans upper arms kissing and licking at Deans lips. They both groaned, spurring eachother on. Dean could hear the blood rush in his ears; he couldn't get enough of Cas, trying to compensate for seven years of loneliness. Seven years of not touching another human being. It felt so good but he unwillingly had to break the kiss because he wasn't getting enough oxygen through his nose. They both panted, looking at each other and it wasn't long before Dean took the innitiative again, crashing his lips against Cas'. "Oh, my God", he could hear himself say. Or try to say; it was difficult with another man's mouth pressed against his. They went on for a long time, licking and sucking, kissing each other's necks then going back up to the mouth, tongues rolling against eachother, flicking in and out. They went on for so long that they eventually slowed to a steady pace, their most urgent needs having been met, tongues frolicking in and out of the other man's mouth, licking lips and sighing.
"Lie down", Cas said, breaking the kiss. Dean's stomach flipped. He reclined on the sofa while Cas kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his shirt out of his trousers, kissing his abdomen just above the waistline. He started to gently caress Dean's hard cock through the cloth, Dean letting out a gasp of pleasure. He kissed higher and higher unbuttoning Dean's shirt as he went up. He kissed up Dean's neck and when he got to his lips they shared a slow kiss that made Dean moan against Castiel's mouth. It was almost too much for him and his cock was throbbing so hard he was sure Castiel must be able to feel it. When they broke the kiss Castiel licked Deans lips, almost catlike. Then he turned his attention to Dean's trousers, opening the button and zipping down. Dean realized he was holding his breath and he let out a long sigh that made Cas look at him and smile a crooked, naughty smile. Dean lifted his hips a little so Castiel could pull his trousers down for better access. Castiel rubbed on Dean's bulge against his under pants; Dean letting out a soft whimper. "Has it been that long?", Cas asked, rubbing slowly. "Seven years", Dean said, not sure how he felt about admitting to that. Castiel's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Poor you", he said softly. "Don't worry, I'll make it good for you". Dean thought that by now any kind of sex with another person would be good but he didn't say anything.
Castiel started pulling Dean's under pants down, releasing his very hard cock to stand straight up in the air. The sight aroused Castiel tremendeously and he curled his fingers around the shaft carefully. If Dean was as hard as Cas had been the other morning he would have to be careful to begin with. He stroked softly, Dean letting out an "Aaaahhhhh.....". "Poor baby, I know", Cas said holding back a smile. After a few seconds Dean started to relax and Cas licked under the cock head and closed his lips around the tip. He started licking like he was licking a lollipop, swirling his tongue around the tip and only sucking the head. Dean almost went out of his mind. He just wanted Cas to take his whole cock in his mouth, now please, and he couldn't help but to plead a little. "Please, Cas, don't tease me...". "I guess I am being a very naughty boy", Castiel said with a smirk, "Especially when you need it so much". "Yes, I need it", Dean said brethlessly. Castiel started going for it in earnest, taking the whole of Dean's length in his mouth, swallowing him whole, his right hand at the base of the cock, his left stroking at the balls. "Nnggh", Dean couldn't help saying. He was so close to the edge already but he managed to hang on for a little longer, coming while buried deep in Castiel's mouth, letting out a cry mixed with relief, pain of having been alone for so long and the joy of finally feeling another man's touch. Castiel looked up at him and smiled while Dean was trying to to catch his breath. He felt so utterly relaxed and sank back into the cushions with closed eyes. Castiel snuggled up beside him and kissed him on the temple. "Thank you, I needed that", Dean said, sounding exhausted. Castiel smiled at the formal tone. "Anytime", was the only thing he could think of saying.
Castiel stayed the night, the two of them falling asleep in each other's arms.