FIC: Good Times (Blindfold Fill)
Title: Good Times
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word length: 650
Prompt: The best thing about Castiel's powers is that it allows them to have sex in public without anyone being able to see them.
The first time they do it they're in line at a Target, loading up on supplies. Dean thought he'd been subtle, standing close behind Cas and surreptitiously rubbing against him. Not subtle enough, apparently, he discovered when the old lady behind them tried to walk through him, eyes widening in confusion when he and Cas appeared out of midair.
The next time had been more deliberate. Dean would have died in the hunt had Cas not shown up, all BAMF and coat swirls and outstretched hand of doom. Dean had done to his knees, only natural, and pressed his face to Cas's front in a display of gratitude. Which had turned into something more. Dean had been moaning around Cas's cock, drool and pre-cum dripping down his chin while his fingers nestled in Cas's pubes and the other hand caressed his hip bone, when the cops had shown up at the abandoned warehouse. And Cas hadn't wanted to stop, hadn't untangled his fingers from Dean's hair or stopped growling at Dean how much he liked fucking Dean's pretty mouth. Dean's head bobbed up and down on Cas's cock, Dean's full lips slurping and licking as he moaned low in his throat before deep-throating him, swallowing hard. He was inhaling the scent of Cas, nose buried in sweaty pubes, cum smeared over his cheeks as his tongue delicately rolled one of Cas's balls into his mouth, when a cop glanced his way. His gaze continued right past Dean, but the one jolt of near eye contact was enough to send Dean over the edge, untouched.
After that, they did it with clear intent. Cas fucked Dean doggie-style in a fancy restaurant where the waiters wore suits more expensive than anything Dean had ever owned. A couple had tripped over them, sending plates flying, and Dean had grunted his laughter out. The tile floor was cold on his hands and knees, and slippery with his cum once Cas's fingers had closed around his cock and jacked him off in rhythm with his thrusts.
Another time, Cas fucked Dean on the desk of some CEO, arrogant asshole haunted by his ex-partner, while the man was having a business meeting. Dean's legs were up on Cas's shoulders as Cas pounded into his ass, fucking him deep and hard and gripping his hips so tight Dean would have the bruises for a week. The desk rocked back and forth, and the CEO grew increasingly flustered. Dean had sprayed the ceiling with his cum (try explaining that one, asshole!) when someone had touched him, leaning across the desk to shake hands.
Many more followed: a daring sixty-nine during an outdoor concert, and Dean would never think about brass band music the same again; Cas sucking him off in a women's locker room, breasts swaying by him within easy reach as Cas's tongue probed his slit; rutting against each other, completely naked, on stage during a production of "La Boheme."
But the best time was when Dean rode Cas's cock on stage during a rally protesting equality in marriage in New York. Cas thrust hard up into him, hitting his prostate, and Dean impaled himself on Cas's cock, relishing the burn. Cas held onto one of Dean's hips to steady him, but his other hand encircled Dean's cock, smearing pre-cum up and down the shaft. Dean rode him hard, moaning obscenities and endearments in equal numbers as Cas's thick cock filled him up and split him open before Dean clenched all around him as his orgasm was pulled out of him by Cas's fingers, Cas's intense stare, Cas's animal growls. Cas flipped him onto his back and thrust a few more times, coming when he bit into Dean's neck. They left smears of cum all across the stage, and Dean scooped some off of Cas's chest to write 'buttsex = good sex' on the podium. Good times.
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word length: 650
Prompt: The best thing about Castiel's powers is that it allows them to have sex in public without anyone being able to see them.
The first time they do it they're in line at a Target, loading up on supplies. Dean thought he'd been subtle, standing close behind Cas and surreptitiously rubbing against him. Not subtle enough, apparently, he discovered when the old lady behind them tried to walk through him, eyes widening in confusion when he and Cas appeared out of midair.
The next time had been more deliberate. Dean would have died in the hunt had Cas not shown up, all BAMF and coat swirls and outstretched hand of doom. Dean had done to his knees, only natural, and pressed his face to Cas's front in a display of gratitude. Which had turned into something more. Dean had been moaning around Cas's cock, drool and pre-cum dripping down his chin while his fingers nestled in Cas's pubes and the other hand caressed his hip bone, when the cops had shown up at the abandoned warehouse. And Cas hadn't wanted to stop, hadn't untangled his fingers from Dean's hair or stopped growling at Dean how much he liked fucking Dean's pretty mouth. Dean's head bobbed up and down on Cas's cock, Dean's full lips slurping and licking as he moaned low in his throat before deep-throating him, swallowing hard. He was inhaling the scent of Cas, nose buried in sweaty pubes, cum smeared over his cheeks as his tongue delicately rolled one of Cas's balls into his mouth, when a cop glanced his way. His gaze continued right past Dean, but the one jolt of near eye contact was enough to send Dean over the edge, untouched.
After that, they did it with clear intent. Cas fucked Dean doggie-style in a fancy restaurant where the waiters wore suits more expensive than anything Dean had ever owned. A couple had tripped over them, sending plates flying, and Dean had grunted his laughter out. The tile floor was cold on his hands and knees, and slippery with his cum once Cas's fingers had closed around his cock and jacked him off in rhythm with his thrusts.
Another time, Cas fucked Dean on the desk of some CEO, arrogant asshole haunted by his ex-partner, while the man was having a business meeting. Dean's legs were up on Cas's shoulders as Cas pounded into his ass, fucking him deep and hard and gripping his hips so tight Dean would have the bruises for a week. The desk rocked back and forth, and the CEO grew increasingly flustered. Dean had sprayed the ceiling with his cum (try explaining that one, asshole!) when someone had touched him, leaning across the desk to shake hands.
Many more followed: a daring sixty-nine during an outdoor concert, and Dean would never think about brass band music the same again; Cas sucking him off in a women's locker room, breasts swaying by him within easy reach as Cas's tongue probed his slit; rutting against each other, completely naked, on stage during a production of "La Boheme."
But the best time was when Dean rode Cas's cock on stage during a rally protesting equality in marriage in New York. Cas thrust hard up into him, hitting his prostate, and Dean impaled himself on Cas's cock, relishing the burn. Cas held onto one of Dean's hips to steady him, but his other hand encircled Dean's cock, smearing pre-cum up and down the shaft. Dean rode him hard, moaning obscenities and endearments in equal numbers as Cas's thick cock filled him up and split him open before Dean clenched all around him as his orgasm was pulled out of him by Cas's fingers, Cas's intense stare, Cas's animal growls. Cas flipped him onto his back and thrust a few more times, coming when he bit into Dean's neck. They left smears of cum all across the stage, and Dean scooped some off of Cas's chest to write 'buttsex = good sex' on the podium. Good times.