'Ties' Between Us...
Title: 'Ties' Between us.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, no real plot, just softcore porn
Spoilers: None
Characters: Castiel, Dean
Word Count: 980
Summary: His eyes slowly opened. A tan trench coat and messed up tie, swam before him as his vision cleared...Dean needs Castiel's help again, only this time he has an idea for how to say thank you...
A/N: Written for the Five Acts Meme for mia6363. Accidental Stimulation/Neck/Clothes
Dean could feel the venom coursing through his veins, crippling every nerve ending it come across, with waves of pain that were almost unbearable. He gritted his teeth, as he tried to force his eyes to focus. His hands fumbled along the wall as he tried to make his way to the door. He knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the building, let alone to help.
Cursing himself for a fool, his numb fingers struggled to pull his phone from his pocket, as he slumped to the floor. His vision blurred even more. He could barely make out the numbers on the key pad. It slipped from his fingers before he could dial, and clattered to the floor. Patches of light and darkness swarmed his vision, as he felt himself losing consciousness.
“Cas,” he whispered desperately, before blacking out completely.
He struggled to open his eyes when he felt hands gently lift his head. He thought he could hear someone calling his name, yet it was hazy and distorted. Cool relief started to spread from where someone had a hand on his neck. His eyes slowly opened. A tan trench coat and messed up tie, swam before him as his vision cleared.
He reached out a hand, and grabbed a fistful of the trench coat, as he struggled to regain consciousness.
“Stay still,” Castiel whispered near his ear somewhere.
His fingers tingled as the bunched material grazed against them, the venom making every part of his skin over sensitive. His eyes fixated on the coat clenched in his fingers, as his thoughts whirled from the effects of the venom, and the sudden relief that radiated out from Castiel’s hand, where it lay against the soft skin on the back of his neck.
He closed his eyes again, and leant his head further into Castiel’s touch. He was suddenly very aware of Castiel’s fingers, as they moved against his neck. They seemed to be gently caressing the soft skin, as if seeking a better connection.
A soft moan escaped his lips, he wasn’t sure if it was from the sudden relief of the pain, or the gentle circles Castiel’s slender fingers were making on the nape of his neck.
The pain was receding faster now. He opened his eyes, and realised just how close Castiel was, kneeling beside him, with one hand still on his neck. His own hand was still bunched in Castiel’s coat, the loose blue tie, brushing against the bare skin of his forearm.
He tried to sit up more, or move away, but Castiel placed his other hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.
“You need to stay still,” Castiel said again.
“I’m fine,” Dean said, despite the fact the slight movement had caused his vision to shimmer again.
“You were near death, stop moving,” Castiel said firmly.
He thought about protesting further, but Castiel shot him an irritated glare. Whatever argument he was about to make, disappeared as Castiel’s hand started to move again. The angel’s thumb brushed against his ear, before sliding along his hairline. He couldn’t help the slight shiver the touch brought. He hoped Castiel would mistake it for the effects of the poison.
He swallowed thickly, trying to concentrate on anything other than the slow movement of Castiel’s fingers. The brush of Castiel’s tie against his arm caught his attention, his eyes followed it up to the loose knot, hanging slightly to the left and exposing the angel’s throat. The sinews in his neck were standing out slightly, from the effort of expelling the venom from Dean’s body.
He swallowed again, telling himself to just close his eyes, and think of anything else other then long slender fingers, but he couldn’t. He slowly released his hold on Castiel’s coat, his fingers moved of their own accord to rest against the side Castiel’s neck, itching to either straighten the tie, or rip it off completely. How had he never noticed, just how sensual the soft skin of Castiel's neck looked?
Castiel didn’t seem to notice the movement, as his brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers still circling rhythmically. He kept staring at the tie, trying to decide between fixing it, or taking it off, when he realised Castiel’s fingers had stopped moving. He looked up to see Castiel watching him curiously.
“How do you feel?” Castiel asked, as he slowly dropped his hand from Dean’s neck.
Disappointment flooded him from the loss of contact. “Hmm, better.”
Concern flitted across Castiel’s face, “You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” Dean whispered, he looked back to the tie, making up his mind. It needed to come off. Now.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
Castiel looked at him with his head tilted, as Dean made no move to get up. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and teleported them.
Dean looked around briefly as they appeared in Bobby’s kitchen. Bobby would kill him if they did what he had in mind here. He grabbed Castiel’s coat and led him up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” Castiel asked as he followed.
“Saying thank you.”
Dean kicked open the door to his room and dragged the angel inside. He slammed it shut and pushed Castiel up against it, his fingers tearing at the tie. Castiel looked down at what he was doing. He saw a small smile appear on the angel’s lips, as he figured out what Dean had in mind.
“Dean, you left the Impala at the warehouse,” Castiel said absently, as he continued to watch Dean’s hands undress him.
“Some things are more important,” he replied, as he ripped the last of the buttons off Castiel’s shirt in impatience.
Castiel’s smile broadened as he reached a hand behind Dean’s neck, and pulled him closer. Dean brushed his lips against Castiel’s, suddenly willing to slow down and enjoy the moment. Hell yeah, some things were way more important.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, no real plot, just softcore porn
Spoilers: None
Characters: Castiel, Dean
Word Count: 980
Summary: His eyes slowly opened. A tan trench coat and messed up tie, swam before him as his vision cleared...Dean needs Castiel's help again, only this time he has an idea for how to say thank you...
A/N: Written for the Five Acts Meme for mia6363. Accidental Stimulation/Neck/Clothes
Dean could feel the venom coursing through his veins, crippling every nerve ending it come across, with waves of pain that were almost unbearable. He gritted his teeth, as he tried to force his eyes to focus. His hands fumbled along the wall as he tried to make his way to the door. He knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the building, let alone to help.
Cursing himself for a fool, his numb fingers struggled to pull his phone from his pocket, as he slumped to the floor. His vision blurred even more. He could barely make out the numbers on the key pad. It slipped from his fingers before he could dial, and clattered to the floor. Patches of light and darkness swarmed his vision, as he felt himself losing consciousness.
“Cas,” he whispered desperately, before blacking out completely.
He struggled to open his eyes when he felt hands gently lift his head. He thought he could hear someone calling his name, yet it was hazy and distorted. Cool relief started to spread from where someone had a hand on his neck. His eyes slowly opened. A tan trench coat and messed up tie, swam before him as his vision cleared.
He reached out a hand, and grabbed a fistful of the trench coat, as he struggled to regain consciousness.
“Stay still,” Castiel whispered near his ear somewhere.
His fingers tingled as the bunched material grazed against them, the venom making every part of his skin over sensitive. His eyes fixated on the coat clenched in his fingers, as his thoughts whirled from the effects of the venom, and the sudden relief that radiated out from Castiel’s hand, where it lay against the soft skin on the back of his neck.
He closed his eyes again, and leant his head further into Castiel’s touch. He was suddenly very aware of Castiel’s fingers, as they moved against his neck. They seemed to be gently caressing the soft skin, as if seeking a better connection.
A soft moan escaped his lips, he wasn’t sure if it was from the sudden relief of the pain, or the gentle circles Castiel’s slender fingers were making on the nape of his neck.
The pain was receding faster now. He opened his eyes, and realised just how close Castiel was, kneeling beside him, with one hand still on his neck. His own hand was still bunched in Castiel’s coat, the loose blue tie, brushing against the bare skin of his forearm.
He tried to sit up more, or move away, but Castiel placed his other hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.
“You need to stay still,” Castiel said again.
“I’m fine,” Dean said, despite the fact the slight movement had caused his vision to shimmer again.
“You were near death, stop moving,” Castiel said firmly.
He thought about protesting further, but Castiel shot him an irritated glare. Whatever argument he was about to make, disappeared as Castiel’s hand started to move again. The angel’s thumb brushed against his ear, before sliding along his hairline. He couldn’t help the slight shiver the touch brought. He hoped Castiel would mistake it for the effects of the poison.
He swallowed thickly, trying to concentrate on anything other than the slow movement of Castiel’s fingers. The brush of Castiel’s tie against his arm caught his attention, his eyes followed it up to the loose knot, hanging slightly to the left and exposing the angel’s throat. The sinews in his neck were standing out slightly, from the effort of expelling the venom from Dean’s body.
He swallowed again, telling himself to just close his eyes, and think of anything else other then long slender fingers, but he couldn’t. He slowly released his hold on Castiel’s coat, his fingers moved of their own accord to rest against the side Castiel’s neck, itching to either straighten the tie, or rip it off completely. How had he never noticed, just how sensual the soft skin of Castiel's neck looked?
Castiel didn’t seem to notice the movement, as his brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers still circling rhythmically. He kept staring at the tie, trying to decide between fixing it, or taking it off, when he realised Castiel’s fingers had stopped moving. He looked up to see Castiel watching him curiously.
“How do you feel?” Castiel asked, as he slowly dropped his hand from Dean’s neck.
Disappointment flooded him from the loss of contact. “Hmm, better.”
Concern flitted across Castiel’s face, “You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” Dean whispered, he looked back to the tie, making up his mind. It needed to come off. Now.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
Castiel looked at him with his head tilted, as Dean made no move to get up. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and teleported them.
Dean looked around briefly as they appeared in Bobby’s kitchen. Bobby would kill him if they did what he had in mind here. He grabbed Castiel’s coat and led him up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” Castiel asked as he followed.
“Saying thank you.”
Dean kicked open the door to his room and dragged the angel inside. He slammed it shut and pushed Castiel up against it, his fingers tearing at the tie. Castiel looked down at what he was doing. He saw a small smile appear on the angel’s lips, as he figured out what Dean had in mind.
“Dean, you left the Impala at the warehouse,” Castiel said absently, as he continued to watch Dean’s hands undress him.
“Some things are more important,” he replied, as he ripped the last of the buttons off Castiel’s shirt in impatience.
Castiel’s smile broadened as he reached a hand behind Dean’s neck, and pulled him closer. Dean brushed his lips against Castiel’s, suddenly willing to slow down and enjoy the moment. Hell yeah, some things were way more important.
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