[SPN] Road Vibrations
Title: Road Vibrations
Genre: Romance, PWP
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 930
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Summary: Balthazar suggests Castiel to blow off some steam.
“Dean, I’d like you to fuck me.”
Castiel dropped the bomb without the slightest bit of hesitation, alien to both shame and the proper way most humans breached the subject of copulating. Although terse, the words seemed honest, somehow drowned out by the car’s purring engine beneath, though not enough for Dean to ignore them. It was enough, however, to make Dean accidentally step on the gas pedal harder than necessary, making Baby rev just as harsh and fierce as the blood suddenly plummeting to his crotch. Dean tightened his grip on the wheel, eyes darting between the desolate highway and the deceptively neutral looking angel.
“What the hell, man? You don’t just say shit like that while a guy’s driving.” There was a beat of silence which Dean filled with awkward glances at Cas’ lap and the occasional lick of lips. His angular face was nearly indiscernible against the night sky rolling outside the window, the occasional streetlight casting odd shadows along scruffy cheeks and too big eyes. The illusion of humanity was an intense one. It frightened Dean just as much as it grounded him, the fact that this all-powerful being would much rather hitch a car ride rather than mojo itself to their destination made odd little droplets of something swim in his stomach. Dean wanted to call it arousal, so he did. “Where’d that even come from?”
Furrowing his brow in outmost concentration, Castiel eyed Dean’s profile slowly, intimately, like the look alone could transfer the sensation of fingertips tracing dry skin. As if a look could touch and a breath could kiss. Shifting on his seat, Castiel opted to look out the window instead, suddenly feeling constricted within the tight metal confines of the Chevrolet and the building pressure in his chest. “It’s a simple request.”
“You serious?” Dean’s answering question came a little faster than was appropriate, but it was Cas. Not like the angel could tell what’s acceptable among humans and what isn’t. “Come one, something must have nudged the unholy thought.” His tone was teasing; a wink almost audible in his voice.
It took a moment but Castiel eventually slumped into himself with a sigh. The action was so human Dean feared for his friend for a brief second before-“Balthazar suggested that I engage in sexual intercourse with you. Apparently it’s ‘beneficial’ for me to be ‘relaxed’ for when the next battle begins.”
Dean barked out a laugh, awkwardly shifting in his seat to alleviate the sudden boner that sprung to life in five seconds flat; a new record even for him. “I feel sorry for you, Cas.”
“How so?”
“S’like you’ve been dealt the short end of the stick. You’re the only angel I know that hasn’t had their cherry popped.” Without much preamble, or time for Cas to try and decipher what Dean meant for that matter, Dean kept his eyes on the road as he managed to tug Cas a little bit closer. With an expert hand, he popped the button open, drew down the zipper and dove right in.
The lack of an audible reaction made Dean look away for a moment, focusing instead on the shocked look on the angel’s features. Eyes wide, lips parted in what was probably going to be the beginning of his name, or maybe a curse, Dean just didn’t know. In that flash of a second Dean drank it all in before turning back to face the road before him, smug smile sliding into place. It wasn’t everyday he rendered an archangel speechless.
He gave Cas’ cock one torturously slow pump and it was enough to jump start him into a frenzy of ruthless rutting. It was dry, rough and lacked all sorts of finesse in Dean’s book, but damn it was fucking hot. The unabashed moaning, the keening sounds high in his throat, the sacred chorus of oh-Dean! Yes! was enough to get him humping thin air shamelessly. Cas fucked into his hand as Dean smoothly rotated his wrist, occasionally giving him a rough jerk that made Castiel choke on his own breath, hips pistoning erratically.
Other than the occasional swerve, Dean managed to keep his baby on the right lane and just five miles over the speed limit as he continued to jack Cas off. It was a personal victory that totally gave him bragging rights on his expert driving. The sound of tires speeding over cooling asphalt was felt rather than heard, the vibrations adding to the already intoxicating concoction of sweat, lust, moans and the heady scent of pre-come.
“Christ, Cas… Look at you. Come on, come for me. Just let go, I’ve got you…” Castiel was surprisingly quiet when he came, hips jerking stiltedly as Dean milked the very last of him. He was muttering a litany of Enochian, eyes shut and chest quivering as Dean continued to handle his cock until he’d gone completely soft. Bringing up his hand he made sure to thoroughly lick it clean before returning to grip the steering wheel with both of them, throwing the enticingly debauched looking Castiel a smug little smirk. “Relief enough stress?”
“Not quite. I believe you need to be inside of me-fucking into me-in order to have me properly sated, Dean.” Maybe it was the words, or the fact that Castiel leaned in and pressed the hot tip of his tongue to the pulse on the base of his neck and bit down softly, Dean wasn’t entirely sure, that made him come in his pants without giving it a second thought.
Genre: Romance, PWP
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 930
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Summary: Balthazar suggests Castiel to blow off some steam.
“Dean, I’d like you to fuck me.”
Castiel dropped the bomb without the slightest bit of hesitation, alien to both shame and the proper way most humans breached the subject of copulating. Although terse, the words seemed honest, somehow drowned out by the car’s purring engine beneath, though not enough for Dean to ignore them. It was enough, however, to make Dean accidentally step on the gas pedal harder than necessary, making Baby rev just as harsh and fierce as the blood suddenly plummeting to his crotch. Dean tightened his grip on the wheel, eyes darting between the desolate highway and the deceptively neutral looking angel.
“What the hell, man? You don’t just say shit like that while a guy’s driving.” There was a beat of silence which Dean filled with awkward glances at Cas’ lap and the occasional lick of lips. His angular face was nearly indiscernible against the night sky rolling outside the window, the occasional streetlight casting odd shadows along scruffy cheeks and too big eyes. The illusion of humanity was an intense one. It frightened Dean just as much as it grounded him, the fact that this all-powerful being would much rather hitch a car ride rather than mojo itself to their destination made odd little droplets of something swim in his stomach. Dean wanted to call it arousal, so he did. “Where’d that even come from?”
Furrowing his brow in outmost concentration, Castiel eyed Dean’s profile slowly, intimately, like the look alone could transfer the sensation of fingertips tracing dry skin. As if a look could touch and a breath could kiss. Shifting on his seat, Castiel opted to look out the window instead, suddenly feeling constricted within the tight metal confines of the Chevrolet and the building pressure in his chest. “It’s a simple request.”
“You serious?” Dean’s answering question came a little faster than was appropriate, but it was Cas. Not like the angel could tell what’s acceptable among humans and what isn’t. “Come one, something must have nudged the unholy thought.” His tone was teasing; a wink almost audible in his voice.
It took a moment but Castiel eventually slumped into himself with a sigh. The action was so human Dean feared for his friend for a brief second before-“Balthazar suggested that I engage in sexual intercourse with you. Apparently it’s ‘beneficial’ for me to be ‘relaxed’ for when the next battle begins.”
Dean barked out a laugh, awkwardly shifting in his seat to alleviate the sudden boner that sprung to life in five seconds flat; a new record even for him. “I feel sorry for you, Cas.”
“How so?”
“S’like you’ve been dealt the short end of the stick. You’re the only angel I know that hasn’t had their cherry popped.” Without much preamble, or time for Cas to try and decipher what Dean meant for that matter, Dean kept his eyes on the road as he managed to tug Cas a little bit closer. With an expert hand, he popped the button open, drew down the zipper and dove right in.
The lack of an audible reaction made Dean look away for a moment, focusing instead on the shocked look on the angel’s features. Eyes wide, lips parted in what was probably going to be the beginning of his name, or maybe a curse, Dean just didn’t know. In that flash of a second Dean drank it all in before turning back to face the road before him, smug smile sliding into place. It wasn’t everyday he rendered an archangel speechless.
He gave Cas’ cock one torturously slow pump and it was enough to jump start him into a frenzy of ruthless rutting. It was dry, rough and lacked all sorts of finesse in Dean’s book, but damn it was fucking hot. The unabashed moaning, the keening sounds high in his throat, the sacred chorus of oh-Dean! Yes! was enough to get him humping thin air shamelessly. Cas fucked into his hand as Dean smoothly rotated his wrist, occasionally giving him a rough jerk that made Castiel choke on his own breath, hips pistoning erratically.
Other than the occasional swerve, Dean managed to keep his baby on the right lane and just five miles over the speed limit as he continued to jack Cas off. It was a personal victory that totally gave him bragging rights on his expert driving. The sound of tires speeding over cooling asphalt was felt rather than heard, the vibrations adding to the already intoxicating concoction of sweat, lust, moans and the heady scent of pre-come.
“Christ, Cas… Look at you. Come on, come for me. Just let go, I’ve got you…” Castiel was surprisingly quiet when he came, hips jerking stiltedly as Dean milked the very last of him. He was muttering a litany of Enochian, eyes shut and chest quivering as Dean continued to handle his cock until he’d gone completely soft. Bringing up his hand he made sure to thoroughly lick it clean before returning to grip the steering wheel with both of them, throwing the enticingly debauched looking Castiel a smug little smirk. “Relief enough stress?”
“Not quite. I believe you need to be inside of me-fucking into me-in order to have me properly sated, Dean.” Maybe it was the words, or the fact that Castiel leaned in and pressed the hot tip of his tongue to the pulse on the base of his neck and bit down softly, Dean wasn’t entirely sure, that made him come in his pants without giving it a second thought.