If it's not forever, if it's just tonight.
Who: Dean and Castiel, closed.
What: A great way to wake up on your birthday.
Where: Dean's cabin.
Warnings: Sexual themes. (A blowjob.)
The night had been rough. Castiel had been concerned mainly with being forbidden to go on raids and out onto the field. That meant he was powerless and unable to protect Dean and Chuck and that upset him. After Dean poured him a couple of drinks, and gave him a Vicodin. Cas had calmed enough to sleep and before drifting had pleaded for Dean to lie down with him. In the end he'd fallen asleep half over Dean, their legs twined, his arm near some place of his shoulder. Dean had uncomfortably gotten used to it himself before drifting into fitful sleep.
Surprisingly Cas had woken up first, sometime at 4:54 when a bitter wind had come through the unintentionally left open window and pushed his dirty hair over his head. He looked at the clock over the calendar and it was only then that he realized the day.
The wingless angel stayed very still biting back a smile into his pillow. Dean was 34 today. He was slowly crossing the territory into middle-aged and over the hill. He pulled back gently, slipped under the covers and probed a hand through the leg of Dean's underwear. He didn't sleep in much else. Touching him was privilege now and he knew it. So, he wasted no time pulling Dean through the unbuttoned hole in his boxer briefs and ran his tongue up the strip of his length, teasing, waiting for his increasingly reacting dick to stiffen up for him.
What: A great way to wake up on your birthday.
Where: Dean's cabin.
Warnings: Sexual themes. (A blowjob.)
The night had been rough. Castiel had been concerned mainly with being forbidden to go on raids and out onto the field. That meant he was powerless and unable to protect Dean and Chuck and that upset him. After Dean poured him a couple of drinks, and gave him a Vicodin. Cas had calmed enough to sleep and before drifting had pleaded for Dean to lie down with him. In the end he'd fallen asleep half over Dean, their legs twined, his arm near some place of his shoulder. Dean had uncomfortably gotten used to it himself before drifting into fitful sleep.
Surprisingly Cas had woken up first, sometime at 4:54 when a bitter wind had come through the unintentionally left open window and pushed his dirty hair over his head. He looked at the clock over the calendar and it was only then that he realized the day.
The wingless angel stayed very still biting back a smile into his pillow. Dean was 34 today. He was slowly crossing the territory into middle-aged and over the hill. He pulled back gently, slipped under the covers and probed a hand through the leg of Dean's underwear. He didn't sleep in much else. Touching him was privilege now and he knew it. So, he wasted no time pulling Dean through the unbuttoned hole in his boxer briefs and ran his tongue up the strip of his length, teasing, waiting for his increasingly reacting dick to stiffen up for him.