Accidental, Dean/Cas, Sam - voyeurism, kissing, begging 1/2lilchibibunnyAugust 30 2010, 18:27:16 UTC
Sam is not supposed to be there. He's supposed to be in the library doing research, and Dean is supposed to be getting information from the family of the victim and then the food when he's done. (Sam always takes longer researching than Dean, so Dean always gets the food.)
So it's unusual for Sam to be in first, deciding the books at this particular Mississippi library were not good as the ones he has back at the hotel. He'll check the computer instead, he supposes as he slips into the bathroom and shuts the door until a tiny crack is left. (He doesn't like the mirror to be foggy.) He'll take a quick shower while he has some alone time, then he'll click at the computer until he hears the Impala outside.
Well, that is until he hears the hotel room door slam and then a long groan and then, "Jesus, Cas, we could have gotten the food first."
Sam would have just opened the bathroom door (the guys have seen him without a shirt before) and told them he was here, but as his hand reaches the door knob, he hears Dean full-out moan and say, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for taking Jesus' name in vain, dammit, c'mon." Then the shuffle of clothes and the creak of bedsprings and honestly Sam doesn't know what's going on. He peeks out.
He sees Dean lying back on the bed, Castiel fitting in between his legs. Too bad he ends up seeing the moment just as Castiel slips a finger over Dean's lips and says, "Suck," and really is it Sam's fault that it goes right to his dick?
Sam watches as Dean does so, lips pursing gently around the fingers, moving slowly as he works them in his mouth. Castiel's eyes shut and he hums his agreement. "I like your mouth, Dean," he says.
Dean leans his head back and pulls Castiel's wrist down and slips his hand away from his lips so he can say, "No, you like putting things in my mouth."
"I like your mouth," Cas repeats, running his thumb over Dean's bottom lip. Sam's breath catches in his throat. This is not something that he should be seeing. He should be at the library reading through old books and researching shit. He should not be in the motel bathroom watching his brother and his brother's angel kiss and trying not to touch himself.
Dean pulls Castiel's tie so their mouths meet. Sam watches as Dean lets Cas experiment, let his tongue push and open Dean's mouth, licking and exploring. Dean moans into his mouth, and Sam watches as a shudder goes through Dean, letting his head tip back, exposing his neck to Cas. Castiel moves down, nipping and kissing his way to Dean's pulse point, sucking a mark onto the skin. "Shouldn't have taught you how to kiss," Dean says, low and rough, his hips rocking forwards.
"I believe you said you wanted a little more foreplay," Castiel comments, letting his lips rest above Dean's skin as he says it. Sam notices that they are red and abused and not as chapped as they usually look, wet with kisses shared.
"Didn't know you would turn into a teasing bastard," Dean growls back. Sam curls his hands into fists as Castiel reaches down, placing his hands under Dean's shirt and lifting it up by sliding his hands to Dean's shoulders. He brings his lips down to a nipple, kissing it softly before latching his mouth onto it. Dean arches into it, letting a string of curses work their way out of his mouth.
"I like seeing you lose control under me," Castiel says simply, like it's a fact.
"Please, Cas, c'mon," Dean says, and the way his voice pleads sends a thrill through Sam. It's forceful enough to make him steady himself on the wall.
"Not all of it, not now," Cas replies. When Dean attempts to hurry him up by rolling his hips up so they connect with Castiel's, the angel hisses in breath and shakes his head. "Dean."
"Say my name again," as Dean apparently disregards whatever Cas wants to do and starts slipping his pants down.
"Dean," Cas says without thinking, "stop." Cas pushes Dean's shoulders down onto the bed and Sam feels his breath hitch on the inhale.
"Please, Cas, please just fuckin' c'mon," Dean growls, fighting fruitlessly against Castiel's hand on the bed. "I need this." Sam finally brings a hand down and cups himself, biting back any noise. He'll deal with the guilt in the morning, but right now he needs to deal with this.
Accidental, Dean/Cas, Sam - voyeurism, kissing, begging 2/2lilchibibunnyAugust 30 2010, 18:28:26 UTC
"What do you want, Dean?" Castiel murmurs, using his name on purpose once again.
"Fuck me," Dean spits out, jerking under Castiel's hold.
"Not now," Cas says, and Dean snorts. "But I'll give you release, if that's what you need." Sam's eyes flutter as he unzips his jeans and lets his hand slip underneath his underwear. Oh God.
"Yes, yes, just make me come, Cas, stop teasing me, dammit," Dean babbles. "You were messing around with me when we were driving, now finish what you started." Sam strokes up and down and he can't stop himself from watching.
Cas actually grins when he lets one of Dean's shoulders free, hand slipping down Dean's stomach. He gently grabs Dean's cock and lets his fingers slide on the precome leaking from the head. "What do you want?" Cas repeats, and when Dean gasps, "In me," Cas lets his mouth wander to the edge of Dean's shirt and bites down as he works a finger into Dean. Sam works himself a little faster as Dean lets out a groan, back arching again. A second finger and Dean can do nothing move around fruitlessly.
Sam can tell when Cas finds Dean's prostate because Dean whimpers and brings a hand up to twine in Castiel's hair. "Faster, Cas," he manages to work out of his throat.
Castiel does move faster because sounds Sam has never heard Dean make start issuing from Dean's throat. "I'm going to make you come like this, Dean," Castiel rumbles, running his lips over Dean's throat as Dean thrashes beneath him. Sam feels a small groan escape his lips that is luckily drowned in all the noise Dean is making.
Soon Dean gives up and just starts saying "Cas" and "please," which apparently Castiel cannot really stand for long. He curls his fingers and hits that spot hard, making Dean shout Castiel's name and come hard, his body shaking.
Sam whimpers, feeling his own orgasm sneak up on him, his fingers trying to dig into the wall as he pumps slowly. The guilt will come later, he's sure, but right now Sam is letting out a small sigh. He looks back at Dean and Cas. Dean is breathing slowly in and out as Castiel murmurs against his jawline, lips close enough to move against Dean's skin. Sam is pretty sure it's Enochian, although he's too far away to tell.
Castiel kisses Dean again, and this time it's chaste, small and gentle as Dean's breathing returns to normal. "Later," Castiel says. "Later tonight." Kisses like promises.
Dean just nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sam backs up and grabs a towel. He feels a small stir of jealousy and pushes it to the side. He'll wait until they go for food, and then jump in the shower. He definitely needs it now.
So it's unusual for Sam to be in first, deciding the books at this particular Mississippi library were not good as the ones he has back at the hotel. He'll check the computer instead, he supposes as he slips into the bathroom and shuts the door until a tiny crack is left. (He doesn't like the mirror to be foggy.) He'll take a quick shower while he has some alone time, then he'll click at the computer until he hears the Impala outside.
Well, that is until he hears the hotel room door slam and then a long groan and then, "Jesus, Cas, we could have gotten the food first."
Sam would have just opened the bathroom door (the guys have seen him without a shirt before) and told them he was here, but as his hand reaches the door knob, he hears Dean full-out moan and say, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for taking Jesus' name in vain, dammit, c'mon." Then the shuffle of clothes and the creak of bedsprings and honestly Sam doesn't know what's going on. He peeks out.
He sees Dean lying back on the bed, Castiel fitting in between his legs. Too bad he ends up seeing the moment just as Castiel slips a finger over Dean's lips and says, "Suck," and really is it Sam's fault that it goes right to his dick?
Sam watches as Dean does so, lips pursing gently around the fingers, moving slowly as he works them in his mouth. Castiel's eyes shut and he hums his agreement. "I like your mouth, Dean," he says.
Dean leans his head back and pulls Castiel's wrist down and slips his hand away from his lips so he can say, "No, you like putting things in my mouth."
"I like your mouth," Cas repeats, running his thumb over Dean's bottom lip. Sam's breath catches in his throat. This is not something that he should be seeing. He should be at the library reading through old books and researching shit. He should not be in the motel bathroom watching his brother and his brother's angel kiss and trying not to touch himself.
Dean pulls Castiel's tie so their mouths meet. Sam watches as Dean lets Cas experiment, let his tongue push and open Dean's mouth, licking and exploring. Dean moans into his mouth, and Sam watches as a shudder goes through Dean, letting his head tip back, exposing his neck to Cas. Castiel moves down, nipping and kissing his way to Dean's pulse point, sucking a mark onto the skin. "Shouldn't have taught you how to kiss," Dean says, low and rough, his hips rocking forwards.
"I believe you said you wanted a little more foreplay," Castiel comments, letting his lips rest above Dean's skin as he says it. Sam notices that they are red and abused and not as chapped as they usually look, wet with kisses shared.
"Didn't know you would turn into a teasing bastard," Dean growls back. Sam curls his hands into fists as Castiel reaches down, placing his hands under Dean's shirt and lifting it up by sliding his hands to Dean's shoulders. He brings his lips down to a nipple, kissing it softly before latching his mouth onto it. Dean arches into it, letting a string of curses work their way out of his mouth.
"I like seeing you lose control under me," Castiel says simply, like it's a fact.
"Please, Cas, c'mon," Dean says, and the way his voice pleads sends a thrill through Sam. It's forceful enough to make him steady himself on the wall.
"Not all of it, not now," Cas replies. When Dean attempts to hurry him up by rolling his hips up so they connect with Castiel's, the angel hisses in breath and shakes his head. "Dean."
"Say my name again," as Dean apparently disregards whatever Cas wants to do and starts slipping his pants down.
"Dean," Cas says without thinking, "stop." Cas pushes Dean's shoulders down onto the bed and Sam feels his breath hitch on the inhale.
"Please, Cas, please just fuckin' c'mon," Dean growls, fighting fruitlessly against Castiel's hand on the bed. "I need this." Sam finally brings a hand down and cups himself, biting back any noise. He'll deal with the guilt in the morning, but right now he needs to deal with this.
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"Fuck me," Dean spits out, jerking under Castiel's hold.
"Not now," Cas says, and Dean snorts. "But I'll give you release, if that's what you need." Sam's eyes flutter as he unzips his jeans and lets his hand slip underneath his underwear. Oh God.
"Yes, yes, just make me come, Cas, stop teasing me, dammit," Dean babbles. "You were messing around with me when we were driving, now finish what you started." Sam strokes up and down and he can't stop himself from watching.
Cas actually grins when he lets one of Dean's shoulders free, hand slipping down Dean's stomach. He gently grabs Dean's cock and lets his fingers slide on the precome leaking from the head. "What do you want?" Cas repeats, and when Dean gasps, "In me," Cas lets his mouth wander to the edge of Dean's shirt and bites down as he works a finger into Dean. Sam works himself a little faster as Dean lets out a groan, back arching again. A second finger and Dean can do nothing move around fruitlessly.
Sam can tell when Cas finds Dean's prostate because Dean whimpers and brings a hand up to twine in Castiel's hair. "Faster, Cas," he manages to work out of his throat.
Castiel does move faster because sounds Sam has never heard Dean make start issuing from Dean's throat. "I'm going to make you come like this, Dean," Castiel rumbles, running his lips over Dean's throat as Dean thrashes beneath him. Sam feels a small groan escape his lips that is luckily drowned in all the noise Dean is making.
Soon Dean gives up and just starts saying "Cas" and "please," which apparently Castiel cannot really stand for long. He curls his fingers and hits that spot hard, making Dean shout Castiel's name and come hard, his body shaking.
Sam whimpers, feeling his own orgasm sneak up on him, his fingers trying to dig into the wall as he pumps slowly. The guilt will come later, he's sure, but right now Sam is letting out a small sigh. He looks back at Dean and Cas. Dean is breathing slowly in and out as Castiel murmurs against his jawline, lips close enough to move against Dean's skin. Sam is pretty sure it's Enochian, although he's too far away to tell.
Castiel kisses Dean again, and this time it's chaste, small and gentle as Dean's breathing returns to normal. "Later," Castiel says. "Later tonight." Kisses like promises.
Dean just nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sam backs up and grabs a towel. He feels a small stir of jealousy and pushes it to the side. He'll wait until they go for food, and then jump in the shower. He definitely needs it now.
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