Fic: Gliding Wetly Downwards - NC-17, Dean/Cas, Altered-Reality, PWP
It's done at long last! I feel like I've been working on this one forever; writing, then editing, then rewriting. But now it's ready to post! Just some good old fashioned NC-17 Dean/Cas-as-a-human first time, frottage fic with some bonus!banter. 5,836 words.
This one's for lizibabes - consider it a belated Feel Better/Happy Birthday/Good Luck with the new writing gig fic! Also, so many freaking thanks to wolfrider89 for the beta (lol, I accidentally typed 'beta' as 'beat' for a second - yes, thanks for beating me over this fic!) and for the rewrite suggestions that really put this story where it needed to be. And to liptonrm for talking me through the pre-posting flails.
Title: Gliding Wetly Downwards
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Supernatural
Category: Altered-Reality, Angel-Turned-Human, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Sexual Situations, Frottage, First Time & Hand Jobs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cas has been having a lot of first time experiences since he turned human, but this was not one Dean ever thought he’d enjoy so much.
Word Count: 5,836 words.
Date Written: December, 2012 - March, 2013
Disclaimer: Supernatural = not mine. Story = mine. Profit = not even a little. Just for fun.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: By the ever-amazing wolfrider89, who really helped bring this story right where I wanted it to be.
Author's Notes: This story was such a chore! In the original draft, Sam is in the hotel room with them, asleep in the next bed. But that just didn’t sit right with me. It’s not a kink story and that felt to off to me, having Cas’ first sexual experience be with Sam in the next bed. So I actually had to rewrite some of this without losing all of the banter between them. When I started writing this, I knew immediately that I wanted to make sure there was some sweet teasing between Dean and Cas during the sex, because I am such a sucker for that. At long last, this story is done!
Dedication: For lizibabes, who was sick when I started this story for her and then she had a birthday and I endeavored to actually finish it at long last! So Happy Belated Feel Better/Birthday/Good Luck Day!
Three weeks and two days of Castiel being 100% human. Dean was honestly surprised this hadn’t happened sooner.
Cas was having a wet dream.
Dean could tell because somehow it had been decided, without any say from Dean at all, that he would be the one to share a bed - and a room, on nights like this when only single bed rooms were available - with Cas. In fact, it seemed to have been decided that Dean would not only share a bed with Cas, but he would also be in charge of teaching Cas all the little things there were to know about being human. This meant introducing him to new foods and helping him pick out clothes and making sure Cas always washed all the shampoo out of his hair - that last one had taken a few days to get right.
It hadn’t been pleasant so far; Cas had been surly and impatient with how long it took to do things as a human. He also seemed put-out by how much sleep his body required and by how often he needed to eat. Not to mention the day Castiel had gotten a paper-cut which, honestly, left Dean in disbelief that this was the same guy who had stared down both Heaven and Hell for them.
Of course, none of these revelations about Castiel-as-a-human compared to waking up with the former-angel dry-humping Dean’s leg.
Which he was doing now.
Cas was making these delicious little whimpering noises, his body turned towards Dean. His legs were spread, one knee pushed between Dean’s thighs, and Cas was hard and hot were he was thrusting against Dean’s side, the thin material of his sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal.
Dean was really starting to wish he hadn’t stripped down to just a t-shirt and boxers before bed, because it made the situation a lot more awkward when Dean rolled to face Cas and found his own dick rubbing against Castiel’s knee, the same knee that seemed to be futilely trying to force Dean’s legs apart.
“Cas,” Dean said softly.
Dean put a hand on Castiel’s arm, fingertips finding their way up under the sleeve of one of Sam’s old t-shirts that Cas had been wearing to bed ever since they had all realized that sleeping was going to be a regular thing for him now.
Cas’ skin was warm under Dean’s touch and he let his fingers push a little further upwards.
“Cas,” he said again.
This time Castiel’s eyelids fluttered but he remained asleep, even as he rolled into Dean, the outline of his cock pressing into Dean’s hip.
“Dean,” Cas said in his sleep and it sounded strangled, strained out of him. “Please.”
Dean stopped breathing, whole body frozen.
Cas was having a wet dream and he was saying Dean’s name.
Logic, of course, insisted that Dean take into account that Cas was probably just responding to the sound of Dean’s voice breaking through his subconscious and the feel of Dean beside him, fingertips still pressing into the flesh of Castiel’s arm.
But Cas was rocking against him, his knee pressing softly against Dean’s own crotch and much to Dean’s dismay, he could feel himself growing hard.
Dean was so going to Hell for this.
“Cas,” Dean said again, hushed whisper louder this time, “Come on, man, you gotta wake up,” and he shook Cas, fingers wrapping around the other man’s bicep.
Cas made a lovely little groan and his eyelids fluttered again, then flew open, and Dean suddenly found himself staring straight into Cas’ big blue eyes.
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said in his normal stoic voice, as if he were just entering the room unannounced, like he used to back when.
“Hi, Cas,” Dean answered and really wished his voice hadn’t come out sounding like a deranged squeaky mouse.
“I was having a dream,” Castiel informed him and then blinked his eyes, like he was recalling what the dream was about.
Dean was certainly surprised to see a slow blush creep across Cas’ face and he was even more surprised by how good it looked on him.
“About what?” Dean asked, soft and quiet like he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer at all.
“You,” Cas told him simply. “I almost always dream about you.”
Dean sucked in a breath, felt his whole body jerk, which only served to rub his half-hard cock up against Castiel’s knee once more.
“This dream was different though,” Cas said and he sounded slightly puzzled. “In this dream you were naked.”
Dean honestly couldn’t understand how he could both want so desperately to be anywhere but in this bed at the same time that he urgently needed to push Cas down and climb on top of him.
“And we were engaging in sexual intercourse,” Cas added at the end and that pretty much did Dean in.
He groaned out loud, completely at a loss how Cas had made the words ‘sexual intercourse’ sound so sexy, and rolled onto his back away from the other man. Of course, Dean didn’t take into account how this would make his hip rub against Castiel’s own erection.
Cas let out a short gasp and went rigid next to him.
“Shit, Cas, man, you can’t have your sexual crisis right now, okay?”
But when Castiel didn’t answer him, Dean turned his head to look. Cas’ face was tinted pink all over and he was fisting the sheets with two white-knuckled hands. Dean looked him straight in the eyes and there was something in there, burning inside Castiel, something he was barely holding in.
Cas made the tiniest of movements towards Dean and pressed against him, harder this time now that he was awake and full of intent. His eyelids fluttered shut with the motion, with the contact, and his mouth opened and let out the softest of breaths.
“Cas,” Dean said shakily, his willpower starting to dissolve. “It can’t go like this. This isn’t what you want. It was just a dream.”
Castiel’s eyes flew open once again and this time the burning in them was anger, not lust.
“You mean to say that you are not what I want.” His words were short and harsh and Dean couldn’t even fathom how Castiel being angry at him was turning him on even more. “Turn me away if you wish, Dean, but don’t presume to know what I want.”
Dean swallowed hard before answering, set his resolve strong against the growing heat in his belly. “It’s just your human body awakening a new thing on you, Cas. You’ll get used to it after awhile.”
“I understand sexual urges, Dean,” and for some reason he spit out Dean’s name like a mockery. “I am not a child just because there are some aspects to human life that I am taking longer to become accustomed to. I have seen more than my share of fornication and I certainly don’t need you to explain it to me.”
Castiel rolled away from him then and Dean felt suddenly cold and alone, staring at Cas’ back like it held the answer to all his troubles.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Cas,” he said softly and raised a hand, placed it on Cas’ shoulder. “I’m just trying to do the right thing here.”
“I didn’t ask you to do anything,” Cas hissed at him.
“It’s what you wanted though,” Dean said and he knew it was true. If he had just kept his mouth shut, Cas would be getting off against his hip right now.
“Not with an unwilling partner, I don’t.”
That was the core of it - was Dean unwilling?
No. No, he was not. And not because it was his job to teach Cas all about the human side of things. And not because he didn’t like when Cas was angry at him, though he didn’t. And not even because Cas’ involuntary rocking in his sleep had made Dean’s body respond before he could even think about.
The truth was, Dean wanted to see Cas’ face shine with blush and sweat, feel the man beneath him, hard and hot, force those little hissing whimpers out of him.
The image of it was enough to shove the last of Dean’s willpower down into the depths and settle it there.
“Cas,” he said and pressed himself against the man’s back. “Turn over for me.”
Castiel was rigid and unmoving. “You were right, I don’t want it like this. Not if you don’t want it at all.”
Dean chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of Castiel’s ear. “Can’t you feel how much I want this?” he asked and purposefully rubbed his erection firmly against Castiel’s ass. “Turn over.”
It felt like forever before Cas rolled onto his back and Dean pushed himself up onto one arm and stared down at him. Castiel’s eyes were blown wide already and he was breathing heavy, one hand coming up to fist in Dean’s shirt.
“We’re going to try something,” Dean told him. “But I need you to promise me you’ll stay quiet. Sam’s in the next room and these walls are paper thin. You fucking wake him up to the sound of us going at it like bunnies and I promise you, we will both pay for it. Got it?”
“I got it, Dean,” Cas said and there was longing and yet also laughter in his voice. It gripped Dean hard somewhere inside himself and before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning down and kissing him.
It was soft at first, almost not even a kiss but just their lips touching against one another. Then Dean moved, the slightest of motions and Cas pushed up, pressed their lips together harder and that was all Dean needed. He was moving his mouth over Castiel’s own, pressing his tongue against him until the other man opened for him, let Dean in. Cas was mirroring Dean’s actions but it was all wet and unpracticed, completely unrestrained and it slithered through Dean’s veins and pooled in his cock in a way that merely kissing someone had never done before.
Castiel moaned against Dean’s mouth and Dean jerked back.
“Sssshhhh,” he said. “You promised you’d be quiet.”
Cas actually looked like he was pouting and Dean found himself grinning down at the man.
“How about we lose some of these clothes?” he asked, before pulling his own shirt over his head.
Cas stared up at Dean and then slowly raised a hand, pressed it against Dean’s bare chest, fingers splayed out. It was a soft tentative touch and Dean’s heart pounded against the tips of Castiel’s fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” Cas said in wonder and Dean felt his whole face go flush with it.
Castiel’s hand moved down, palm against his stomach, then his fingers, trailing to the top of Dean’s boxers, where they hovered, brushing so slightly against the elastic band there.
“May I?” Castiel asked, looking up at Dean through his lashes. He sounded almost calm, merely curious, except that Dean knew Cas well enough by now to catch the slight crack that broke on the end of his question.
“Not yet,” Dean told him and captured Cas’ hand in his own, brought it back to where Dean’s heart was pounding hard in his chest. “You next,” and then he tugged at Castiel’s shirt and forced the other man to lean forward, away from the bed, just enough for Dean to pull the over-sized t-shirt up over his head.
Cas was all pale and creamy flesh, soft and hard at once, and Dean suddenly didn’t know where to start. He just stared down at every inch of Castiel’s body, watching slowly as Cas’ breath quickened under Dean’s gaze, his skin heated and flushed from it.
“Dean?” Cas asked, voice steady but quiet.
Dean looked up, met Castiel’s eyes.
“You can have anything, Dean,” Cas said then. “Whatever I have to give you is yours.”
The whole room tilted in front of Dean and he suddenly couldn’t breath, the impact of it was too much, the words lingering there in the air. Dean’s breath was still stuck in his throat when Castiel leaned up and kissed him again, fingers coming to curl in the back of Dean’s hair, cradling his head and pulling their mouths closer together.
Dean pushed Cas back down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He kept his hips from brushing against Cas’ own, but even without the contact, he could feel the heat seeping in and around them, enclosing them. Dean’s tongue was in Castiel’s mouth and he used one hand to prop himself up and the other he placed at Cas’ clavicle, let it rest there, fingers splayed out against Castiel’s throat.
Cas stayed quiet but Dean could feel the vibrations under his fingertips, like Cas was humming with pleasure.
When Dean pulled away, Castiel licked his own lips, tongue darting out to taste where Dean had been. The thought of all the places Dean could go, things he could make Cas taste had Dean moaning, deep and long.
Castiel grinned up at him. “Ssshhh, Dean. We must be quiet, after all.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at Cas and growled low in his throat. “Stop turning me into a horny teenager about to dry-hump some dude with my brother in the next room then,” he said in mock anger.
“I don’t believe you are that put out about it,” Castiel told him with a laugh and then brought a hand up to cup Dean’s crotch, squeezing gently against the hard outline he found there.
Dean’s eyes fell closed as he jerked and pulled away from Cas.
“Unfair conduct,” Dean murmured, then removed his hand from Castiel’s throat and replaced it with his mouth.
Dean started trailing wet kisses along Cas’ neck, then his chest, then slowly down to his stomach, where Cas’ muscles were clenching and unclenching against the sensations.
“Dean,” Cas whispered and put a hand on the top of Dean’s head, pushed him down lower, forcing Dean’s mouth to the waistband of Castiel’s sweatpants.
Dean jerked away again, more reluctantly this time, and looked up at the other man.
“Not yet, Cas,” he said. “Not that, not this time.”
Dean crawled back up Cas’ body, hovered over him again. Cas was whining softly and his breath was coming in bursts of air against Dean’s face.
“I need…” Cas whispered, but then stopped and bit down hard on his own bottom lip.
“What do you need” Dean asked, though he was mostly sure of the answer anyway.
Castiel shook his head, then looked away, towards the wall. Dean brought a finger up to Cas’ chin and turned the other man’s head back towards him, made Cas look at him, caught his gaze and held it this time.
“Do you want me to take care of you, Cas?” he asked softly. The truth was, Dean would gladly take care of Cas. Not just in this, but in anything he needed. They were in this together now and Dean was oddly comforted by the thought.
“Yes. Dean. Please,” Cas said, each plea bit off like he was having trouble making the words come.
Dean leaned down and kissed Cas, quick and light, pulling back before Cas could even react.
“Remember now,” Dean reminded him, “you promised to stay quiet.”
Castiel actually did something then that looked suspiciously like the beginnings of an eye-roll, but before he could finish, Dean was pressing down against him and suddenly there was nothing else for either of them.
Dean could feel Cas’ erection straining against his sweatpants, his own cock hard where it was trapped in his boxers. It was awkward with the material in the way, but Cas didn’t seem to care and he kept pressing up into Dean in erratic little thrusts.
“Good, Cas?” Dean asked and pushed back against Castiel’s own movements.
“More,” Cas grunted out and brought both hands up to Dean’s shoulders, held tight there, fingernails pressing into Dean’s flesh.
“You can have more,” Dean told him, “but you have to let me lead the way. Otherwise this’ll be over before we even get started.”
Castiel stopped thrusting up and looked questioningly at Dean. “Have we not all ready gotten started?”
“Not the good stuff,” Dean said with a grin.
He sat up then and his whole body protested the loss of contact, as did Cas’ if the groan of disapproval was anything to go by. Dean slid down the bed and sat back on his heels, straddling Castiel’s ankles. He took both hands and placed them at Cas’ knees, then slowly moved them upwards, his fingers trailing up Cas’ sweatpants, inching closer and closer to his waist.
Castiel’s leg muscles were seizing up with the touch, the anticipation, clenching and pulling tight against it. Dean’s hands skimmed up Cas thighs, where he hooked two fingers into his waistband and pulled.
Dean went slow, let Cas take it all in. The sweats rolled down Cas legs and then Cas’ cock was right there, straining up towards his belly, the beginnings of pre-cum forming at the slit. Dean paused with Cas’ sweats halfway down his legs and just took it all in.
It suddenly seemed the most ridiculous thing that they had never done this before.
“Dean?” Cas asked and Dean had to jerk back into himself.
“Yeah, yeah, Cas,” he breathed out. “Just admiring the view.”
Dean pulled the sweatpants off the rest of the way and then took another moment to admire Cas, laid out for him, completely on display for Dean’s greedy eyes. Castiel squirmed under him and his whole body flushed and suddenly Dean wanted every single piece for himself.
“Dean,” Cas said again, only this time it was more in exasperation. His hands came up to Dean’s waistband, but he stopped then and looked at Dean with questioning eyes.
“Yes, Cas,” Dean said in answer. “Fuck yes.”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned up in a smile and then he was tugging the boxers down, as slow as Dean had done for him, and Dean started rocking his hips, silently willing Cas to go faster, needing release on so many levels. Dean was hard, impossibly hard, and aching.
Cas slid his hands around behind to push the boxers the rest of the way off Dean and his hands clenched at the flesh there. Dean pulled away from the touch and then immediately pushed back into it and Cas took that as a good sign and did it again.
“Fuck, Cas, come on,” Dean groaned out and kicked his way out of the boxers then.
Cas reached for him again and Dean scrambled to lower himself back over the other man, who immediately pushed up into him. The sensation was too much, skin on skin, and Dean wasn’t ready for it. His arms gave out and he was suddenly lying flat on top of Castiel, all the air pushed out from his lungs. Cas immediately wrapped both his legs around Dean, held him there.
“Can’t move like this, Cas,” Dean said lightly. “Gotta let me up.”
“Just…” and Castiel looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath in and let it out slow. “Just give me a moment.”
“Sure thing,” Dean said and pressed a kiss just under Cas’ ear, then across his jaw, let the stubble there burn against his lips as he went.
Cas groaned and angled his head back, giving Dean better access to his throat, which Dean readily took advantage of, started sucking a line down toward Cas’ chest.
“Dean,” Cas said and it sounded off, almost panicked, and Dean jerked his head up to see Cas wild-eyed under him.
“Do you want to stop?” Dean asked and brought a hand up to cup Castiel’s face.
“No, no,” Cas said hastily. “No, I just…it’s too much. I can’t…I need…”
“I know, Cas,” Dean told him and trailed his thumb along Cas’ cheek, down to his collarbone, slow and light, letting Cas feel it the whole way. “I said I’d take care of you. Just trust me.”
“I do trust you,” and it was so open and raw that Dean felt a rush through his whole body and he immediately pushed it down, wouldn’t let himself think about it with Cas flushed and hot beneath him.
“Spread your legs for me,” Dean told him and waited while Castiel unclenched from around him and opened his legs for Dean. “Remember…” Dean said and put a finger to Cas’ lips to remind him to stay quiet.
He was completely startled when Cas sucked the finger into his mouth and started circling it with his tongue. Dean swallowed hard and involuntarily pushed down against Cas, pressing their cocks together with force. Castiel’s eye fluttered shut, but he kept up his ministrations on Dean’s finger and before Dean knew it, they were both pushing against each other in an offbeat rhythm.
But it was rough and Dean could feel their skin sticking together and he knew they needed something more.
“Cas,” Dean said and pulled his finger from the other man’s mouth.
Cas groaned a protest as Dean pulled his hips away as well, sat back on his heels, tried to catch Castiel’s attention.
“What, Dean?” and it almost sounded bitchy, certainly irritated, and Dean chuckled with it.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Oh,” Cas said. “Right now?”
Dean laughed again and Cas gave him a sour look that clearly said he didn’t think there was anything funny about any of this.
“We need, uh…just here,” Dean said and held up his hand for Cas. “Do that awesome thing you were doing to my finger, only like, to my whole hand.”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned upwards again. “That awesome thing?” he asked and Dean actually felt his face turn red.
“Yeah, Cas, awesome. Really, really awesome.”
Cas smiled then, full and bright. “Of course, Dean,” he said and then pulled Dean’s whole hand down towards him and slid three fingers into his mouth at once.
The image was too much for Dean to take - Cas’ mouth stuffed full of him - and Dean’s head arched back at the sight. Castiel brought his hand up, circled it around Dean’s exposed throat and held it there, not squeezing, just feeling Dean under his fingertips while he worked his tongue over and around Dean’s own.
“Cas,” Dean hissed and in the room next door, a sink came on suddenly, the rush of water pushing through the pipes
Cas stopped moving his tongue, but kept sucking on Dean’s fingers, and they both turned their heads in the direction of Sam’s room.
The water pipes echoed and groaned and then ceased, followed by the sound of a bed creaking and then quiet once more.
Dean thought briefly that they should probably stop, slow down, take this some place else, but he couldn’t make himself form words because Castiel had turned his attention back to Dean’s fingers. He grabbed a hold of Dean’s hand again, grasped it around the wrist and then pulled the last two remaining digits into his mouth and pushed them until they were stuffed up to the second knuckle.
Drool and spit were sliding down Cas’ chin and Dean wanted so badly to just straddle the man’s face and shove his whole cock in there, but he held himself back, reminded himself that this was suppose to be about Cas.
At least, this time was. Dean knew exactly what he wanted from the next time.
He was surprised by how the thought of wanting a next time didn’t really freak him out the way he would have expected it to.
Dean pulled his fingers from Cas’ mouth then and held his palm out towards him.
“Lick,” Dean commanded and Cas complied, running his tongue across Dean’s palm.
It was an erogenous zone Dean hadn’t known he possessed, but when Cas’ tongue swept across the heel of his palm, his whole body buzzed with it, like electricity shooting straight to his dick, which twitched against the sensation.
Dean’s breath was shaky when he took his hand back, but at least Cas wasn’t completely unaffected either, his eyes glazed over, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
“Are you ready now, Cas?”
Cas nodded, sucking in little breaths of air as he reached for Dean.
“No,” Dean told him and pinned Cas’ wrist down to the bed with the hand that wasn’t currently soaked in the man’s salvia. “Let me.”
He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Castiel’s cock and Cas’ cried out, loud in the silence of the room. On instinct, Dean reached up and slammed his free hand against Cas’ mouth, smothered his cries with it. Cas jerked and pushed up into Dean’s grip, then pulled away and shuddered hard before settling beneath him.
“Okay?” Dean asked and when Cas nodded, Dean removed his hand from the man’s mouth.
“Warn a guy,” Cas told him with a pout and Dean grinned at the stupidly human words Cas was spitting out these days.
“I thought I did,” he teased and Castiel just scowled at him. “Don’t pout, baby,” Dean told him with a laugh and leaned down to kiss Cas, let himself move their mouths and tongues against one another, before slowly starting to slide his hand up and down Cas’ cock, twist and stroke in time with the way Cas was tracing his tongue against Dean’s own.
“So good, Cas,” Dean whispered against his lips. “You feel so good in my hand.”
Castiel made a strangled noise and reached for Dean, fingers trailing down Dean’s arm to the hand he was using to brace himself against the bed. Cas covered it with his own hand then and Dean had the urge to reach up and curl their fingers together, which also didn’t freak him out as much as he would have expected. Instead he kept his palm flat, bent to rest his weight on his arm so he could lean forward and run his tongue across Castiel’s collarbone.
Cas jerked his head back and arched up into Dean, into his lips and tongue and hand, all working to drive him to the brink.
“Dean, Dean, wait,” Cas said in a strangled whimper.
Dean stopped, looked up, aware of the bits of spit on his chin. Castiel smiled at him, something like fondness, and reached up with his other hand to wipe at Dean.
“You had something on your face,” he said and Dean just rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t stop me to clean my face for me,” he said in exasperation.
“No, I did not,” Cas told him and looked up at the ceiling again, a move Dean was starting to associate with Castiel just needing a minute to breath, to take it all in. “I would like to touch you,” Cas said after a beat and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at how very much it sounded like Cas was putting forth terms in a negotiation for property acquisition.
“Yeah, Cas, it’s good to always ask before you just start touching a guy’s junk, but in a scenario like this…it’s cool if you just go for it.”
Cas looked at Dean then, met his eyes and held them. It felt like ages that they just looked at each other and then Cas brought his hand up, palm out, and said, “Lick,” in that same tone of voice he had used all those years ago when he had commanded Dean to show him some respect.
Dean jerked at the order, hips pressing against Castiel, causing shivers to run through his whole body. Dean was just going to have to admit, at least to himself, that Cas telling him what to do was some sort of kink he had - a not unwelcome realization.
Dean leaned forward, hand starting its slide up Castiel’s cock again - less firm and much slower than before - and began running his tongue across Cas’ hand. He wet the palm and then sucked three fingers into his mouth and circled his tongue along them, light and teasing.
Castiel started jerking upwards, trying to get Dean to speed up his strokes, and then he was wrenching his fingers from Dean mouth with a startling abruptness. Dean watched as Cas reached for him, hand coming in between their two bodies. He just managed to wrap his hand around the head of Dean’s cock, hard and aching for touch, before Dean was pushing up into the grip.
“Come on, Cas, man, please,” Dean said and tried to hold his hips still, let Cas take this at his own pace. He leaned forward and rested his head on Cas’ chest, listening to the breathes coming in and out as Cas started moving his hand up and down the length of Dean.
It was unpracticed and clumsy, like Castiel’s kissing had been, but Dean rocked his hips into it and Cas got the picture and started a more urgent rhythm, twisting his wrist at every down stroke like Dean had done for him. Frankly, Dean didn’t know why he was surprised that Cas was such a quick learner.
“Cas,” Dean breathed out and then sucked in a breath, a guttural cry that he held back, as Castiel ran a thumb across the slit of Dean’s cock.
All the air slammed out of him and Dean collapsed on the bed, everything giving out on him as he fell half on top of Cas’ chest and half on top of Cas’ arm where his hand was still covering Dean’s own.
“Dean,” Cas croaked out and squirmed underneath him.
“I can’t….just…” Dean said and then slid upwards, up Cas’ body until his face was pressed in the man’s neck. “Fuck, man, you aren’t suppose to know moves like that yet.”
“I just thought I’d try something,” Castiel told him matter-of-factly and Dean grinned against his skin.
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep taking the initiative there, man.”
Cas pressed a soft kiss to the top of Dean’s head then and said, “Very well, Dean,” before raising his hips, pressing upwards, skin gliding across skin.
Dean groaned against Cas’ throat and felt him hum under the approval. Dean repositioned himself then, tried to line their cocks up the best he could and pushed himself up so he could stare down at Cas, who was still making little abortive movements with his hips.
Dean caught Castiel’s eyes, locked him there - even as the feeling of drowning, light and free overcame him - and then they were both rocking against each other, hips and skin and slick. Dean cock’s was so hard and heavy and he could tell Cas was close because his eyes fell shut - perhaps the first time he had ever broken a gaze with Dean, if Dean could think straight enough right then to remember - and Dean pressed down harder, firmer, thrusts fast and uncontrolled as Cas opened his mouth in a cry and Dean leaned forward and captured Castiel’s mouth with his own, swallowed down the sound of Cas’ orgasm washing over him as it spilled out against Dean’s skin.
Cas was panting under him, eyes closed tight, and Dean leaned forward and kissed each of his eyelids, then the tip of his nose.
“You still with me?” Dean asked, pushing aside the strain of his own cock, hard and wanting.
“Yes,” Cas said softly and then opened his eyes and stared at Dean in the same way that had shocked him just a short while ago, when Cas had first woken from his dream. “I’m still here.”
“Good,” Dean told him and leaned down to press a soft, short kiss to Castiel’s lips. “I kind of like you here.”
Cas brought a hand up to rest against Dean’s chest, splayed his fingers out once more to feel where Dean’s heart was pounding under the touch. Dean brought his own hand up to cover Cas’ and held it there, fingers curling together over the skin of his chest.
“Would you like some assistance?” Cas asked but his eyes were transfixed where their hands met and Dean shook his head.
“Stay just like that,” he said and pushed himself up onto his knees, then took his own cock, heavy and ready, in hand and started stroking, jerking himself fast and wet.
Cas looked down, eyes traveling to where Dean was pushing himself to the edge, so close to falling now, and then Cas licked his lips, pink tongue darting in and out and the image of that same tongue darting just like that across the tip of Dean’s cock came into his mind and that was all it took - Dean was coming, long and full, body spending itself across Castiel’s hips and stomach and chest, and the flush across Castiel’s cheeks grew hotter and then Cas was reaching up and carding his fingers through the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck and pulling them together, lips crushing each other in a frantic mess.
Dean collapsed on top of Cas once again, only this time Cas didn’t protest, just held Dean against him and ran his fingers through his hair and let Dean breath through it.
“Well,” Dean said after a moment, “that was certainly new.”
“But not unwelcome,” Cas said, though he sounded a little unsure. “I mean, for me.”
Dean pressed his lips to Castiel’s chest. “Not for me either, Cas.” Then he slid to the side so he was no longer crushing the other man with his weight.
“I don’t need you to teach me about sex,” Castiel told him suddenly, eyes cast up at the ceiling.
“Okay,” Dean answered him slowly, unsure of where this was going.
“But,” and Cas turned his head to look at Dean, “I would like to do that again sometime.”
Dean grinned. “Oh, Cas, man, all the fucking time, alright? Just…from now on we are just going to eat and sleep and have sex, okay?”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned upwards. “What about hunting?”
“No, no, no more hunting,” Dean said and was a little surprised by the ridiculously huge grin he was sporting and how it didn’t seem to be fading anytime soon.
“What will you tell Sam?” Cas asked and slid closer, so they were a mere breath apart.
“I’ll just tell him I found something better to do with my time.”
Castiel was smiling now, full-on, no holding back and it was amazing and perfect and Dean wanted to find all the ways to make Cas smile from now on.
“I think I’d like that,” Cas told him and then pressed their lips together, soft and slow, and Dean, as it turned out, was not that surprised by the realization that this was exactly where he wanted to be.
The End
This one's for lizibabes - consider it a belated Feel Better/Happy Birthday/Good Luck with the new writing gig fic! Also, so many freaking thanks to wolfrider89 for the beta (lol, I accidentally typed 'beta' as 'beat' for a second - yes, thanks for beating me over this fic!) and for the rewrite suggestions that really put this story where it needed to be. And to liptonrm for talking me through the pre-posting flails.
Title: Gliding Wetly Downwards
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Supernatural
Category: Altered-Reality, Angel-Turned-Human, PWP
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Sexual Situations, Frottage, First Time & Hand Jobs
Spoilers: None
Summary: Cas has been having a lot of first time experiences since he turned human, but this was not one Dean ever thought he’d enjoy so much.
Word Count: 5,836 words.
Date Written: December, 2012 - March, 2013
Disclaimer: Supernatural = not mine. Story = mine. Profit = not even a little. Just for fun.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: By the ever-amazing wolfrider89, who really helped bring this story right where I wanted it to be.
Author's Notes: This story was such a chore! In the original draft, Sam is in the hotel room with them, asleep in the next bed. But that just didn’t sit right with me. It’s not a kink story and that felt to off to me, having Cas’ first sexual experience be with Sam in the next bed. So I actually had to rewrite some of this without losing all of the banter between them. When I started writing this, I knew immediately that I wanted to make sure there was some sweet teasing between Dean and Cas during the sex, because I am such a sucker for that. At long last, this story is done!
Dedication: For lizibabes, who was sick when I started this story for her and then she had a birthday and I endeavored to actually finish it at long last! So Happy Belated Feel Better/Birthday/Good Luck Day!
Three weeks and two days of Castiel being 100% human. Dean was honestly surprised this hadn’t happened sooner.
Cas was having a wet dream.
Dean could tell because somehow it had been decided, without any say from Dean at all, that he would be the one to share a bed - and a room, on nights like this when only single bed rooms were available - with Cas. In fact, it seemed to have been decided that Dean would not only share a bed with Cas, but he would also be in charge of teaching Cas all the little things there were to know about being human. This meant introducing him to new foods and helping him pick out clothes and making sure Cas always washed all the shampoo out of his hair - that last one had taken a few days to get right.
It hadn’t been pleasant so far; Cas had been surly and impatient with how long it took to do things as a human. He also seemed put-out by how much sleep his body required and by how often he needed to eat. Not to mention the day Castiel had gotten a paper-cut which, honestly, left Dean in disbelief that this was the same guy who had stared down both Heaven and Hell for them.
Of course, none of these revelations about Castiel-as-a-human compared to waking up with the former-angel dry-humping Dean’s leg.
Which he was doing now.
Cas was making these delicious little whimpering noises, his body turned towards Dean. His legs were spread, one knee pushed between Dean’s thighs, and Cas was hard and hot were he was thrusting against Dean’s side, the thin material of his sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal.
Dean was really starting to wish he hadn’t stripped down to just a t-shirt and boxers before bed, because it made the situation a lot more awkward when Dean rolled to face Cas and found his own dick rubbing against Castiel’s knee, the same knee that seemed to be futilely trying to force Dean’s legs apart.
“Cas,” Dean said softly.
Dean put a hand on Castiel’s arm, fingertips finding their way up under the sleeve of one of Sam’s old t-shirts that Cas had been wearing to bed ever since they had all realized that sleeping was going to be a regular thing for him now.
Cas’ skin was warm under Dean’s touch and he let his fingers push a little further upwards.
“Cas,” he said again.
This time Castiel’s eyelids fluttered but he remained asleep, even as he rolled into Dean, the outline of his cock pressing into Dean’s hip.
“Dean,” Cas said in his sleep and it sounded strangled, strained out of him. “Please.”
Dean stopped breathing, whole body frozen.
Cas was having a wet dream and he was saying Dean’s name.
Logic, of course, insisted that Dean take into account that Cas was probably just responding to the sound of Dean’s voice breaking through his subconscious and the feel of Dean beside him, fingertips still pressing into the flesh of Castiel’s arm.
But Cas was rocking against him, his knee pressing softly against Dean’s own crotch and much to Dean’s dismay, he could feel himself growing hard.
Dean was so going to Hell for this.
“Cas,” Dean said again, hushed whisper louder this time, “Come on, man, you gotta wake up,” and he shook Cas, fingers wrapping around the other man’s bicep.
Cas made a lovely little groan and his eyelids fluttered again, then flew open, and Dean suddenly found himself staring straight into Cas’ big blue eyes.
“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said in his normal stoic voice, as if he were just entering the room unannounced, like he used to back when.
“Hi, Cas,” Dean answered and really wished his voice hadn’t come out sounding like a deranged squeaky mouse.
“I was having a dream,” Castiel informed him and then blinked his eyes, like he was recalling what the dream was about.
Dean was certainly surprised to see a slow blush creep across Cas’ face and he was even more surprised by how good it looked on him.
“About what?” Dean asked, soft and quiet like he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer at all.
“You,” Cas told him simply. “I almost always dream about you.”
Dean sucked in a breath, felt his whole body jerk, which only served to rub his half-hard cock up against Castiel’s knee once more.
“This dream was different though,” Cas said and he sounded slightly puzzled. “In this dream you were naked.”
Dean honestly couldn’t understand how he could both want so desperately to be anywhere but in this bed at the same time that he urgently needed to push Cas down and climb on top of him.
“And we were engaging in sexual intercourse,” Cas added at the end and that pretty much did Dean in.
He groaned out loud, completely at a loss how Cas had made the words ‘sexual intercourse’ sound so sexy, and rolled onto his back away from the other man. Of course, Dean didn’t take into account how this would make his hip rub against Castiel’s own erection.
Cas let out a short gasp and went rigid next to him.
“Shit, Cas, man, you can’t have your sexual crisis right now, okay?”
But when Castiel didn’t answer him, Dean turned his head to look. Cas’ face was tinted pink all over and he was fisting the sheets with two white-knuckled hands. Dean looked him straight in the eyes and there was something in there, burning inside Castiel, something he was barely holding in.
Cas made the tiniest of movements towards Dean and pressed against him, harder this time now that he was awake and full of intent. His eyelids fluttered shut with the motion, with the contact, and his mouth opened and let out the softest of breaths.
“Cas,” Dean said shakily, his willpower starting to dissolve. “It can’t go like this. This isn’t what you want. It was just a dream.”
Castiel’s eyes flew open once again and this time the burning in them was anger, not lust.
“You mean to say that you are not what I want.” His words were short and harsh and Dean couldn’t even fathom how Castiel being angry at him was turning him on even more. “Turn me away if you wish, Dean, but don’t presume to know what I want.”
Dean swallowed hard before answering, set his resolve strong against the growing heat in his belly. “It’s just your human body awakening a new thing on you, Cas. You’ll get used to it after awhile.”
“I understand sexual urges, Dean,” and for some reason he spit out Dean’s name like a mockery. “I am not a child just because there are some aspects to human life that I am taking longer to become accustomed to. I have seen more than my share of fornication and I certainly don’t need you to explain it to me.”
Castiel rolled away from him then and Dean felt suddenly cold and alone, staring at Cas’ back like it held the answer to all his troubles.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Cas,” he said softly and raised a hand, placed it on Cas’ shoulder. “I’m just trying to do the right thing here.”
“I didn’t ask you to do anything,” Cas hissed at him.
“It’s what you wanted though,” Dean said and he knew it was true. If he had just kept his mouth shut, Cas would be getting off against his hip right now.
“Not with an unwilling partner, I don’t.”
That was the core of it - was Dean unwilling?
No. No, he was not. And not because it was his job to teach Cas all about the human side of things. And not because he didn’t like when Cas was angry at him, though he didn’t. And not even because Cas’ involuntary rocking in his sleep had made Dean’s body respond before he could even think about.
The truth was, Dean wanted to see Cas’ face shine with blush and sweat, feel the man beneath him, hard and hot, force those little hissing whimpers out of him.
The image of it was enough to shove the last of Dean’s willpower down into the depths and settle it there.
“Cas,” he said and pressed himself against the man’s back. “Turn over for me.”
Castiel was rigid and unmoving. “You were right, I don’t want it like this. Not if you don’t want it at all.”
Dean chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of Castiel’s ear. “Can’t you feel how much I want this?” he asked and purposefully rubbed his erection firmly against Castiel’s ass. “Turn over.”
It felt like forever before Cas rolled onto his back and Dean pushed himself up onto one arm and stared down at him. Castiel’s eyes were blown wide already and he was breathing heavy, one hand coming up to fist in Dean’s shirt.
“We’re going to try something,” Dean told him. “But I need you to promise me you’ll stay quiet. Sam’s in the next room and these walls are paper thin. You fucking wake him up to the sound of us going at it like bunnies and I promise you, we will both pay for it. Got it?”
“I got it, Dean,” Cas said and there was longing and yet also laughter in his voice. It gripped Dean hard somewhere inside himself and before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning down and kissing him.
It was soft at first, almost not even a kiss but just their lips touching against one another. Then Dean moved, the slightest of motions and Cas pushed up, pressed their lips together harder and that was all Dean needed. He was moving his mouth over Castiel’s own, pressing his tongue against him until the other man opened for him, let Dean in. Cas was mirroring Dean’s actions but it was all wet and unpracticed, completely unrestrained and it slithered through Dean’s veins and pooled in his cock in a way that merely kissing someone had never done before.
Castiel moaned against Dean’s mouth and Dean jerked back.
“Sssshhhh,” he said. “You promised you’d be quiet.”
Cas actually looked like he was pouting and Dean found himself grinning down at the man.
“How about we lose some of these clothes?” he asked, before pulling his own shirt over his head.
Cas stared up at Dean and then slowly raised a hand, pressed it against Dean’s bare chest, fingers splayed out. It was a soft tentative touch and Dean’s heart pounded against the tips of Castiel’s fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” Cas said in wonder and Dean felt his whole face go flush with it.
Castiel’s hand moved down, palm against his stomach, then his fingers, trailing to the top of Dean’s boxers, where they hovered, brushing so slightly against the elastic band there.
“May I?” Castiel asked, looking up at Dean through his lashes. He sounded almost calm, merely curious, except that Dean knew Cas well enough by now to catch the slight crack that broke on the end of his question.
“Not yet,” Dean told him and captured Cas’ hand in his own, brought it back to where Dean’s heart was pounding hard in his chest. “You next,” and then he tugged at Castiel’s shirt and forced the other man to lean forward, away from the bed, just enough for Dean to pull the over-sized t-shirt up over his head.
Cas was all pale and creamy flesh, soft and hard at once, and Dean suddenly didn’t know where to start. He just stared down at every inch of Castiel’s body, watching slowly as Cas’ breath quickened under Dean’s gaze, his skin heated and flushed from it.
“Dean?” Cas asked, voice steady but quiet.
Dean looked up, met Castiel’s eyes.
“You can have anything, Dean,” Cas said then. “Whatever I have to give you is yours.”
The whole room tilted in front of Dean and he suddenly couldn’t breath, the impact of it was too much, the words lingering there in the air. Dean’s breath was still stuck in his throat when Castiel leaned up and kissed him again, fingers coming to curl in the back of Dean’s hair, cradling his head and pulling their mouths closer together.
Dean pushed Cas back down onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He kept his hips from brushing against Cas’ own, but even without the contact, he could feel the heat seeping in and around them, enclosing them. Dean’s tongue was in Castiel’s mouth and he used one hand to prop himself up and the other he placed at Cas’ clavicle, let it rest there, fingers splayed out against Castiel’s throat.
Cas stayed quiet but Dean could feel the vibrations under his fingertips, like Cas was humming with pleasure.
When Dean pulled away, Castiel licked his own lips, tongue darting out to taste where Dean had been. The thought of all the places Dean could go, things he could make Cas taste had Dean moaning, deep and long.
Castiel grinned up at him. “Ssshhh, Dean. We must be quiet, after all.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at Cas and growled low in his throat. “Stop turning me into a horny teenager about to dry-hump some dude with my brother in the next room then,” he said in mock anger.
“I don’t believe you are that put out about it,” Castiel told him with a laugh and then brought a hand up to cup Dean’s crotch, squeezing gently against the hard outline he found there.
Dean’s eyes fell closed as he jerked and pulled away from Cas.
“Unfair conduct,” Dean murmured, then removed his hand from Castiel’s throat and replaced it with his mouth.
Dean started trailing wet kisses along Cas’ neck, then his chest, then slowly down to his stomach, where Cas’ muscles were clenching and unclenching against the sensations.
“Dean,” Cas whispered and put a hand on the top of Dean’s head, pushed him down lower, forcing Dean’s mouth to the waistband of Castiel’s sweatpants.
Dean jerked away again, more reluctantly this time, and looked up at the other man.
“Not yet, Cas,” he said. “Not that, not this time.”
Dean crawled back up Cas’ body, hovered over him again. Cas was whining softly and his breath was coming in bursts of air against Dean’s face.
“I need…” Cas whispered, but then stopped and bit down hard on his own bottom lip.
“What do you need” Dean asked, though he was mostly sure of the answer anyway.
Castiel shook his head, then looked away, towards the wall. Dean brought a finger up to Cas’ chin and turned the other man’s head back towards him, made Cas look at him, caught his gaze and held it this time.
“Do you want me to take care of you, Cas?” he asked softly. The truth was, Dean would gladly take care of Cas. Not just in this, but in anything he needed. They were in this together now and Dean was oddly comforted by the thought.
“Yes. Dean. Please,” Cas said, each plea bit off like he was having trouble making the words come.
Dean leaned down and kissed Cas, quick and light, pulling back before Cas could even react.
“Remember now,” Dean reminded him, “you promised to stay quiet.”
Castiel actually did something then that looked suspiciously like the beginnings of an eye-roll, but before he could finish, Dean was pressing down against him and suddenly there was nothing else for either of them.
Dean could feel Cas’ erection straining against his sweatpants, his own cock hard where it was trapped in his boxers. It was awkward with the material in the way, but Cas didn’t seem to care and he kept pressing up into Dean in erratic little thrusts.
“Good, Cas?” Dean asked and pushed back against Castiel’s own movements.
“More,” Cas grunted out and brought both hands up to Dean’s shoulders, held tight there, fingernails pressing into Dean’s flesh.
“You can have more,” Dean told him, “but you have to let me lead the way. Otherwise this’ll be over before we even get started.”
Castiel stopped thrusting up and looked questioningly at Dean. “Have we not all ready gotten started?”
“Not the good stuff,” Dean said with a grin.
He sat up then and his whole body protested the loss of contact, as did Cas’ if the groan of disapproval was anything to go by. Dean slid down the bed and sat back on his heels, straddling Castiel’s ankles. He took both hands and placed them at Cas’ knees, then slowly moved them upwards, his fingers trailing up Cas’ sweatpants, inching closer and closer to his waist.
Castiel’s leg muscles were seizing up with the touch, the anticipation, clenching and pulling tight against it. Dean’s hands skimmed up Cas thighs, where he hooked two fingers into his waistband and pulled.
Dean went slow, let Cas take it all in. The sweats rolled down Cas legs and then Cas’ cock was right there, straining up towards his belly, the beginnings of pre-cum forming at the slit. Dean paused with Cas’ sweats halfway down his legs and just took it all in.
It suddenly seemed the most ridiculous thing that they had never done this before.
“Dean?” Cas asked and Dean had to jerk back into himself.
“Yeah, yeah, Cas,” he breathed out. “Just admiring the view.”
Dean pulled the sweatpants off the rest of the way and then took another moment to admire Cas, laid out for him, completely on display for Dean’s greedy eyes. Castiel squirmed under him and his whole body flushed and suddenly Dean wanted every single piece for himself.
“Dean,” Cas said again, only this time it was more in exasperation. His hands came up to Dean’s waistband, but he stopped then and looked at Dean with questioning eyes.
“Yes, Cas,” Dean said in answer. “Fuck yes.”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned up in a smile and then he was tugging the boxers down, as slow as Dean had done for him, and Dean started rocking his hips, silently willing Cas to go faster, needing release on so many levels. Dean was hard, impossibly hard, and aching.
Cas slid his hands around behind to push the boxers the rest of the way off Dean and his hands clenched at the flesh there. Dean pulled away from the touch and then immediately pushed back into it and Cas took that as a good sign and did it again.
“Fuck, Cas, come on,” Dean groaned out and kicked his way out of the boxers then.
Cas reached for him again and Dean scrambled to lower himself back over the other man, who immediately pushed up into him. The sensation was too much, skin on skin, and Dean wasn’t ready for it. His arms gave out and he was suddenly lying flat on top of Castiel, all the air pushed out from his lungs. Cas immediately wrapped both his legs around Dean, held him there.
“Can’t move like this, Cas,” Dean said lightly. “Gotta let me up.”
“Just…” and Castiel looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath in and let it out slow. “Just give me a moment.”
“Sure thing,” Dean said and pressed a kiss just under Cas’ ear, then across his jaw, let the stubble there burn against his lips as he went.
Cas groaned and angled his head back, giving Dean better access to his throat, which Dean readily took advantage of, started sucking a line down toward Cas’ chest.
“Dean,” Cas said and it sounded off, almost panicked, and Dean jerked his head up to see Cas wild-eyed under him.
“Do you want to stop?” Dean asked and brought a hand up to cup Castiel’s face.
“No, no,” Cas said hastily. “No, I just…it’s too much. I can’t…I need…”
“I know, Cas,” Dean told him and trailed his thumb along Cas’ cheek, down to his collarbone, slow and light, letting Cas feel it the whole way. “I said I’d take care of you. Just trust me.”
“I do trust you,” and it was so open and raw that Dean felt a rush through his whole body and he immediately pushed it down, wouldn’t let himself think about it with Cas flushed and hot beneath him.
“Spread your legs for me,” Dean told him and waited while Castiel unclenched from around him and opened his legs for Dean. “Remember…” Dean said and put a finger to Cas’ lips to remind him to stay quiet.
He was completely startled when Cas sucked the finger into his mouth and started circling it with his tongue. Dean swallowed hard and involuntarily pushed down against Cas, pressing their cocks together with force. Castiel’s eye fluttered shut, but he kept up his ministrations on Dean’s finger and before Dean knew it, they were both pushing against each other in an offbeat rhythm.
But it was rough and Dean could feel their skin sticking together and he knew they needed something more.
“Cas,” Dean said and pulled his finger from the other man’s mouth.
Cas groaned a protest as Dean pulled his hips away as well, sat back on his heels, tried to catch Castiel’s attention.
“What, Dean?” and it almost sounded bitchy, certainly irritated, and Dean chuckled with it.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Oh,” Cas said. “Right now?”
Dean laughed again and Cas gave him a sour look that clearly said he didn’t think there was anything funny about any of this.
“We need, uh…just here,” Dean said and held up his hand for Cas. “Do that awesome thing you were doing to my finger, only like, to my whole hand.”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned upwards again. “That awesome thing?” he asked and Dean actually felt his face turn red.
“Yeah, Cas, awesome. Really, really awesome.”
Cas smiled then, full and bright. “Of course, Dean,” he said and then pulled Dean’s whole hand down towards him and slid three fingers into his mouth at once.
The image was too much for Dean to take - Cas’ mouth stuffed full of him - and Dean’s head arched back at the sight. Castiel brought his hand up, circled it around Dean’s exposed throat and held it there, not squeezing, just feeling Dean under his fingertips while he worked his tongue over and around Dean’s own.
“Cas,” Dean hissed and in the room next door, a sink came on suddenly, the rush of water pushing through the pipes
Cas stopped moving his tongue, but kept sucking on Dean’s fingers, and they both turned their heads in the direction of Sam’s room.
The water pipes echoed and groaned and then ceased, followed by the sound of a bed creaking and then quiet once more.
Dean thought briefly that they should probably stop, slow down, take this some place else, but he couldn’t make himself form words because Castiel had turned his attention back to Dean’s fingers. He grabbed a hold of Dean’s hand again, grasped it around the wrist and then pulled the last two remaining digits into his mouth and pushed them until they were stuffed up to the second knuckle.
Drool and spit were sliding down Cas’ chin and Dean wanted so badly to just straddle the man’s face and shove his whole cock in there, but he held himself back, reminded himself that this was suppose to be about Cas.
At least, this time was. Dean knew exactly what he wanted from the next time.
He was surprised by how the thought of wanting a next time didn’t really freak him out the way he would have expected it to.
Dean pulled his fingers from Cas’ mouth then and held his palm out towards him.
“Lick,” Dean commanded and Cas complied, running his tongue across Dean’s palm.
It was an erogenous zone Dean hadn’t known he possessed, but when Cas’ tongue swept across the heel of his palm, his whole body buzzed with it, like electricity shooting straight to his dick, which twitched against the sensation.
Dean’s breath was shaky when he took his hand back, but at least Cas wasn’t completely unaffected either, his eyes glazed over, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
“Are you ready now, Cas?”
Cas nodded, sucking in little breaths of air as he reached for Dean.
“No,” Dean told him and pinned Cas’ wrist down to the bed with the hand that wasn’t currently soaked in the man’s salvia. “Let me.”
He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Castiel’s cock and Cas’ cried out, loud in the silence of the room. On instinct, Dean reached up and slammed his free hand against Cas’ mouth, smothered his cries with it. Cas jerked and pushed up into Dean’s grip, then pulled away and shuddered hard before settling beneath him.
“Okay?” Dean asked and when Cas nodded, Dean removed his hand from the man’s mouth.
“Warn a guy,” Cas told him with a pout and Dean grinned at the stupidly human words Cas was spitting out these days.
“I thought I did,” he teased and Castiel just scowled at him. “Don’t pout, baby,” Dean told him with a laugh and leaned down to kiss Cas, let himself move their mouths and tongues against one another, before slowly starting to slide his hand up and down Cas’ cock, twist and stroke in time with the way Cas was tracing his tongue against Dean’s own.
“So good, Cas,” Dean whispered against his lips. “You feel so good in my hand.”
Castiel made a strangled noise and reached for Dean, fingers trailing down Dean’s arm to the hand he was using to brace himself against the bed. Cas covered it with his own hand then and Dean had the urge to reach up and curl their fingers together, which also didn’t freak him out as much as he would have expected. Instead he kept his palm flat, bent to rest his weight on his arm so he could lean forward and run his tongue across Castiel’s collarbone.
Cas jerked his head back and arched up into Dean, into his lips and tongue and hand, all working to drive him to the brink.
“Dean, Dean, wait,” Cas said in a strangled whimper.
Dean stopped, looked up, aware of the bits of spit on his chin. Castiel smiled at him, something like fondness, and reached up with his other hand to wipe at Dean.
“You had something on your face,” he said and Dean just rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t stop me to clean my face for me,” he said in exasperation.
“No, I did not,” Cas told him and looked up at the ceiling again, a move Dean was starting to associate with Castiel just needing a minute to breath, to take it all in. “I would like to touch you,” Cas said after a beat and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at how very much it sounded like Cas was putting forth terms in a negotiation for property acquisition.
“Yeah, Cas, it’s good to always ask before you just start touching a guy’s junk, but in a scenario like this…it’s cool if you just go for it.”
Cas looked at Dean then, met his eyes and held them. It felt like ages that they just looked at each other and then Cas brought his hand up, palm out, and said, “Lick,” in that same tone of voice he had used all those years ago when he had commanded Dean to show him some respect.
Dean jerked at the order, hips pressing against Castiel, causing shivers to run through his whole body. Dean was just going to have to admit, at least to himself, that Cas telling him what to do was some sort of kink he had - a not unwelcome realization.
Dean leaned forward, hand starting its slide up Castiel’s cock again - less firm and much slower than before - and began running his tongue across Cas’ hand. He wet the palm and then sucked three fingers into his mouth and circled his tongue along them, light and teasing.
Castiel started jerking upwards, trying to get Dean to speed up his strokes, and then he was wrenching his fingers from Dean mouth with a startling abruptness. Dean watched as Cas reached for him, hand coming in between their two bodies. He just managed to wrap his hand around the head of Dean’s cock, hard and aching for touch, before Dean was pushing up into the grip.
“Come on, Cas, man, please,” Dean said and tried to hold his hips still, let Cas take this at his own pace. He leaned forward and rested his head on Cas’ chest, listening to the breathes coming in and out as Cas started moving his hand up and down the length of Dean.
It was unpracticed and clumsy, like Castiel’s kissing had been, but Dean rocked his hips into it and Cas got the picture and started a more urgent rhythm, twisting his wrist at every down stroke like Dean had done for him. Frankly, Dean didn’t know why he was surprised that Cas was such a quick learner.
“Cas,” Dean breathed out and then sucked in a breath, a guttural cry that he held back, as Castiel ran a thumb across the slit of Dean’s cock.
All the air slammed out of him and Dean collapsed on the bed, everything giving out on him as he fell half on top of Cas’ chest and half on top of Cas’ arm where his hand was still covering Dean’s own.
“Dean,” Cas croaked out and squirmed underneath him.
“I can’t….just…” Dean said and then slid upwards, up Cas’ body until his face was pressed in the man’s neck. “Fuck, man, you aren’t suppose to know moves like that yet.”
“I just thought I’d try something,” Castiel told him matter-of-factly and Dean grinned against his skin.
“Yeah, yeah, you just keep taking the initiative there, man.”
Cas pressed a soft kiss to the top of Dean’s head then and said, “Very well, Dean,” before raising his hips, pressing upwards, skin gliding across skin.
Dean groaned against Cas’ throat and felt him hum under the approval. Dean repositioned himself then, tried to line their cocks up the best he could and pushed himself up so he could stare down at Cas, who was still making little abortive movements with his hips.
Dean caught Castiel’s eyes, locked him there - even as the feeling of drowning, light and free overcame him - and then they were both rocking against each other, hips and skin and slick. Dean cock’s was so hard and heavy and he could tell Cas was close because his eyes fell shut - perhaps the first time he had ever broken a gaze with Dean, if Dean could think straight enough right then to remember - and Dean pressed down harder, firmer, thrusts fast and uncontrolled as Cas opened his mouth in a cry and Dean leaned forward and captured Castiel’s mouth with his own, swallowed down the sound of Cas’ orgasm washing over him as it spilled out against Dean’s skin.
Cas was panting under him, eyes closed tight, and Dean leaned forward and kissed each of his eyelids, then the tip of his nose.
“You still with me?” Dean asked, pushing aside the strain of his own cock, hard and wanting.
“Yes,” Cas said softly and then opened his eyes and stared at Dean in the same way that had shocked him just a short while ago, when Cas had first woken from his dream. “I’m still here.”
“Good,” Dean told him and leaned down to press a soft, short kiss to Castiel’s lips. “I kind of like you here.”
Cas brought a hand up to rest against Dean’s chest, splayed his fingers out once more to feel where Dean’s heart was pounding under the touch. Dean brought his own hand up to cover Cas’ and held it there, fingers curling together over the skin of his chest.
“Would you like some assistance?” Cas asked but his eyes were transfixed where their hands met and Dean shook his head.
“Stay just like that,” he said and pushed himself up onto his knees, then took his own cock, heavy and ready, in hand and started stroking, jerking himself fast and wet.
Cas looked down, eyes traveling to where Dean was pushing himself to the edge, so close to falling now, and then Cas licked his lips, pink tongue darting in and out and the image of that same tongue darting just like that across the tip of Dean’s cock came into his mind and that was all it took - Dean was coming, long and full, body spending itself across Castiel’s hips and stomach and chest, and the flush across Castiel’s cheeks grew hotter and then Cas was reaching up and carding his fingers through the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck and pulling them together, lips crushing each other in a frantic mess.
Dean collapsed on top of Cas once again, only this time Cas didn’t protest, just held Dean against him and ran his fingers through his hair and let Dean breath through it.
“Well,” Dean said after a moment, “that was certainly new.”
“But not unwelcome,” Cas said, though he sounded a little unsure. “I mean, for me.”
Dean pressed his lips to Castiel’s chest. “Not for me either, Cas.” Then he slid to the side so he was no longer crushing the other man with his weight.
“I don’t need you to teach me about sex,” Castiel told him suddenly, eyes cast up at the ceiling.
“Okay,” Dean answered him slowly, unsure of where this was going.
“But,” and Cas turned his head to look at Dean, “I would like to do that again sometime.”
Dean grinned. “Oh, Cas, man, all the fucking time, alright? Just…from now on we are just going to eat and sleep and have sex, okay?”
One corner of Cas’ mouth turned upwards. “What about hunting?”
“No, no, no more hunting,” Dean said and was a little surprised by the ridiculously huge grin he was sporting and how it didn’t seem to be fading anytime soon.
“What will you tell Sam?” Cas asked and slid closer, so they were a mere breath apart.
“I’ll just tell him I found something better to do with my time.”
Castiel was smiling now, full-on, no holding back and it was amazing and perfect and Dean wanted to find all the ways to make Cas smile from now on.
“I think I’d like that,” Cas told him and then pressed their lips together, soft and slow, and Dean, as it turned out, was not that surprised by the realization that this was exactly where he wanted to be.
The End