50 First Times - Time 24
Title: Time 24
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Castiel/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 732
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - their first time with Castiel's wings out.
Time 24
Sam’s done a lot of weird shit with his brother over the years they’ve been together. Compared to causing and then last minute averting the apocalypse, incest seems a little tame, really in the scheme of things. Sam actually takes a lot of secret pride in the fact that of all the men in history that have teased Dean about his cock sucking mouth, Sam is the only one to ever know for sure just how awesome it really is.
Dean’s talked a good game his whole life, never backed down from anything, but there was a line he never crossed for anyone, until Sam. So Dean can mouth off about whatever he wants, but Sam knows all it will take to get his big brother on his knees and begging for it is for Sam to spread his legs open and pop the top button on his pants.
Dean just fucking loves sucking Sam off.
And Castiel loves watching them. It’s been a slow development of their very odd relationship. Sam and Dean have always orbited each other, never able to break out of their own gravitational pull, and Castiel’s the only person they’ve ever met that’s been willing to not just accept it, but embrace it fully, encourage it even. Sam remembers the first time the angel had sat in the corner and watched them have sex. Sam got off on the thrill of it and Dean skittish like a colt about their audience. But over time it started to feel weird without Cas there keeping watch. Sam had gotten used to looking into those blue eyes as Dean pounded into his ass and he knew Dean had come with Cas’ name falling off his lips just as often.
The first time the angel had reached out touched the back of Dean’s throat while Dean gave Sam head both of them had come immediately. It had been so unexpected, so good. For there, well…Cas has proven to be a curious and inventive lover. Like tonight, Sam’s the one watching, for now, while Dean sits naked in the center of the bed with Cas impaled on his dick and clinging to him, muttering enochian and begging Dean to speed up. But the pace is slow for a reason, and Cas knows it, he needs to be worked to the edge before he relaxes enough to give them what they want. They’ve been talking about it forever.
His wings.
Sam’s curiosity ate him alive about it before this whole thing started and Dean finally blurted out how bad he wanted to see them too. Cas had been uncharacteristically shy about the whole thing, saying they were damaged and ugly, but they had blown him off.
They’re Winchesters; beauty is a different kind of concept for them than for most people.
Sam feels the electric charge before he sees them; the air in the room being compressed like there is something huge taking up the space. Then they erupt in shadow and smoke all around them, something intangible that’s become as close to solid and real as Cas can manage. Sam lunges forward and buries his hands in the dark, shifting shapes. He hears Cas cry out and feels Dean surge up harder. It’s a race to the finish for Dean now; he’s done his job and held off as long as he can.
He comes with a groan but Sam’s ready, tugging Castiel off his brother’s softening length and turning the angel, dropping to his knees and taking Cas’ neglected cock into his mouth. He feels Cas jackknife as Dean gropes his wings for the first time. Cas pleads, begs, out of control in a way Sam’s never experienced and when he comes, he doesn’t even try to tug Sam off, the hot blast of pleasure from Cas’ grace causing Sam to come untouched in his pants.
The angel collapses, exhausted onto the bed. His wings stay out and Sam and Dean trade lazy kisses as they curl next him while he sleeps and groom him.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Castiel/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 732
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Summary: Written for 50 first times - their first time with Castiel's wings out.
Time 24
Sam’s done a lot of weird shit with his brother over the years they’ve been together. Compared to causing and then last minute averting the apocalypse, incest seems a little tame, really in the scheme of things. Sam actually takes a lot of secret pride in the fact that of all the men in history that have teased Dean about his cock sucking mouth, Sam is the only one to ever know for sure just how awesome it really is.
Dean’s talked a good game his whole life, never backed down from anything, but there was a line he never crossed for anyone, until Sam. So Dean can mouth off about whatever he wants, but Sam knows all it will take to get his big brother on his knees and begging for it is for Sam to spread his legs open and pop the top button on his pants.
Dean just fucking loves sucking Sam off.
And Castiel loves watching them. It’s been a slow development of their very odd relationship. Sam and Dean have always orbited each other, never able to break out of their own gravitational pull, and Castiel’s the only person they’ve ever met that’s been willing to not just accept it, but embrace it fully, encourage it even. Sam remembers the first time the angel had sat in the corner and watched them have sex. Sam got off on the thrill of it and Dean skittish like a colt about their audience. But over time it started to feel weird without Cas there keeping watch. Sam had gotten used to looking into those blue eyes as Dean pounded into his ass and he knew Dean had come with Cas’ name falling off his lips just as often.
The first time the angel had reached out touched the back of Dean’s throat while Dean gave Sam head both of them had come immediately. It had been so unexpected, so good. For there, well…Cas has proven to be a curious and inventive lover. Like tonight, Sam’s the one watching, for now, while Dean sits naked in the center of the bed with Cas impaled on his dick and clinging to him, muttering enochian and begging Dean to speed up. But the pace is slow for a reason, and Cas knows it, he needs to be worked to the edge before he relaxes enough to give them what they want. They’ve been talking about it forever.
His wings.
Sam’s curiosity ate him alive about it before this whole thing started and Dean finally blurted out how bad he wanted to see them too. Cas had been uncharacteristically shy about the whole thing, saying they were damaged and ugly, but they had blown him off.
They’re Winchesters; beauty is a different kind of concept for them than for most people.
Sam feels the electric charge before he sees them; the air in the room being compressed like there is something huge taking up the space. Then they erupt in shadow and smoke all around them, something intangible that’s become as close to solid and real as Cas can manage. Sam lunges forward and buries his hands in the dark, shifting shapes. He hears Cas cry out and feels Dean surge up harder. It’s a race to the finish for Dean now; he’s done his job and held off as long as he can.
He comes with a groan but Sam’s ready, tugging Castiel off his brother’s softening length and turning the angel, dropping to his knees and taking Cas’ neglected cock into his mouth. He feels Cas jackknife as Dean gropes his wings for the first time. Cas pleads, begs, out of control in a way Sam’s never experienced and when he comes, he doesn’t even try to tug Sam off, the hot blast of pleasure from Cas’ grace causing Sam to come untouched in his pants.
The angel collapses, exhausted onto the bed. His wings stay out and Sam and Dean trade lazy kisses as they curl next him while he sleeps and groom him.