50 First Times - Time 39
Title: Time 39
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 895
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 - Anonymous hook up. Friends in a group go to a fetish club where they have a game where two people are put blind folded into a room and can't come out for one hour. They're allowed to do whatever they want as long as they remain blind folded. A challenge of a simple kiss turns into the hottest sex either of them have ever had.
Time 39
Maybe Dean spent the first fifteen minutes feeling his way around the wall for the door.
Maybe he spent the next ten sitting in the corner, he thinks it was a corner, contemplating how exactly anyone would know if he took the blindfold off.
He’s pretty sure they wouldn’t. Pretty sure.
But then all thoughts of wiggling his way out of this are interrupted by a body, a very male body, tripping over his pulled up knees and falling into his lap with a muffled grunt.
It seems he hadn’t been the only one thinking of cheating. But now that the other participant has literally fallen into his lap it’s kind of hard for Dean to not be curious.
Hot, anonymous, sex could be a really good thing. Work has sucked recently and having an undying crush on your very straight, possibly headed to the priesthood, roommate is starting to get to him.
Maybe this can distract him for a while.
It starts as nuzzling more than anything else, Dean won’t ever admit to it but he’s a snuggler; loves the freedom of being able to touch how and when he wants without needing an explanation. It’s the emotional side of intimacy he’s not well versed in. The physical he’s got covered. The man in his lap startles, body tense like board before letting out a ragged groan at the first press of Dean’s lips against his cheek and melting.
It’s only an hour, Dean figures he needs to get the show going since by his estimation they only have about half that left. It only takes a few tugs on the guy’s shirt before the other man starts stripping, Dean helps him along and groans happily when cool hands push his shirt up, unbutton his pants. This is going perfectly. This was an awesome idea. The other man sucks brutal marks into Dean’s neck, just like he likes it, tugs his hair and moves Dean around just on the right side of rough for Dean to remember this isn’t a girl he’s with, someone his size, someone who can take his strength and give it back to him. He buries his face in his partner’s neck and rolls them around onto the floor wrestling almost playfully before finally coming out on top. Something about the way the guy smells is kind of familiar but Dean’s hazy with alcohol, can’t really place it. He’s thankful the build is all wrong to be his boss, or his brother, because their friends are sick fuckers sometimes and that would right up their alley to toss them half drunk in here together.
The guy beneath him groans again, his thighs spread and Dean can feel the wet tip of his dick slide next to his own. “That’s it,” Dean growls out as he settles his hips tighter against the other body. “Good boy.”
The other man freezes, everything going taught like he’s thinking, just for a moment, of tossing Dean to the side and running like hell. Maybe not one for dirty talk, Dean bites his lip as he waits. Doesn’t want this to end, not in rejection; he gets that enough in his real life.
But then arms lift from where a moment ago they were holding away to wrap around his back and tug him closer, hold him tighter. Their dicks slot together so fucking perfectly and then Dean’s thrusting, rubbing them together and losing himself in that feeling he’s been wanting so badly for so long. The man under him clings, hips thrusting up as Dean pushes down, the pace uncoordinated suddenly, frantic, as he gets close. “Dean!” being gasped out of the stranger’s mouth as he comes into the pace between their bodies.
Oh God, “Cas,” Dean chokes out, something swirling inside him at the idea he’s doing this with the one fucking person he’s been wanting for so long. His orgasm hits like a truck, Dean shaking, chanting, “Cas, Cas, Cas,” as he comes. He drops his weight onto his roommate’s pliant body, wanting to savor for just a moment what it might feel like if this were real before it all gets washed away.
Almost out of time, he reaches for the blindfold not caring it’s against the rules. Dean’s not sure how Cas knew what he was doing but his friend’s hand grabs his wrist, keeps him from yanking the cloth free. “No,” Cas says in a voice that sounds strained, maybe fearful. “Not yet.”
And Dean relaxes, his face pressing into the space against Cas’ neck where it seems to fit so well.
Maybe if he closes his eyes he can hold onto this dream.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 895
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 - Anonymous hook up. Friends in a group go to a fetish club where they have a game where two people are put blind folded into a room and can't come out for one hour. They're allowed to do whatever they want as long as they remain blind folded. A challenge of a simple kiss turns into the hottest sex either of them have ever had.
Time 39
Maybe Dean spent the first fifteen minutes feeling his way around the wall for the door.
Maybe he spent the next ten sitting in the corner, he thinks it was a corner, contemplating how exactly anyone would know if he took the blindfold off.
He’s pretty sure they wouldn’t. Pretty sure.
But then all thoughts of wiggling his way out of this are interrupted by a body, a very male body, tripping over his pulled up knees and falling into his lap with a muffled grunt.
It seems he hadn’t been the only one thinking of cheating. But now that the other participant has literally fallen into his lap it’s kind of hard for Dean to not be curious.
Hot, anonymous, sex could be a really good thing. Work has sucked recently and having an undying crush on your very straight, possibly headed to the priesthood, roommate is starting to get to him.
Maybe this can distract him for a while.
It starts as nuzzling more than anything else, Dean won’t ever admit to it but he’s a snuggler; loves the freedom of being able to touch how and when he wants without needing an explanation. It’s the emotional side of intimacy he’s not well versed in. The physical he’s got covered. The man in his lap startles, body tense like board before letting out a ragged groan at the first press of Dean’s lips against his cheek and melting.
It’s only an hour, Dean figures he needs to get the show going since by his estimation they only have about half that left. It only takes a few tugs on the guy’s shirt before the other man starts stripping, Dean helps him along and groans happily when cool hands push his shirt up, unbutton his pants. This is going perfectly. This was an awesome idea. The other man sucks brutal marks into Dean’s neck, just like he likes it, tugs his hair and moves Dean around just on the right side of rough for Dean to remember this isn’t a girl he’s with, someone his size, someone who can take his strength and give it back to him. He buries his face in his partner’s neck and rolls them around onto the floor wrestling almost playfully before finally coming out on top. Something about the way the guy smells is kind of familiar but Dean’s hazy with alcohol, can’t really place it. He’s thankful the build is all wrong to be his boss, or his brother, because their friends are sick fuckers sometimes and that would right up their alley to toss them half drunk in here together.
The guy beneath him groans again, his thighs spread and Dean can feel the wet tip of his dick slide next to his own. “That’s it,” Dean growls out as he settles his hips tighter against the other body. “Good boy.”
The other man freezes, everything going taught like he’s thinking, just for a moment, of tossing Dean to the side and running like hell. Maybe not one for dirty talk, Dean bites his lip as he waits. Doesn’t want this to end, not in rejection; he gets that enough in his real life.
But then arms lift from where a moment ago they were holding away to wrap around his back and tug him closer, hold him tighter. Their dicks slot together so fucking perfectly and then Dean’s thrusting, rubbing them together and losing himself in that feeling he’s been wanting so badly for so long. The man under him clings, hips thrusting up as Dean pushes down, the pace uncoordinated suddenly, frantic, as he gets close. “Dean!” being gasped out of the stranger’s mouth as he comes into the pace between their bodies.
Oh God, “Cas,” Dean chokes out, something swirling inside him at the idea he’s doing this with the one fucking person he’s been wanting for so long. His orgasm hits like a truck, Dean shaking, chanting, “Cas, Cas, Cas,” as he comes. He drops his weight onto his roommate’s pliant body, wanting to savor for just a moment what it might feel like if this were real before it all gets washed away.
Almost out of time, he reaches for the blindfold not caring it’s against the rules. Dean’s not sure how Cas knew what he was doing but his friend’s hand grabs his wrist, keeps him from yanking the cloth free. “No,” Cas says in a voice that sounds strained, maybe fearful. “Not yet.”
And Dean relaxes, his face pressing into the space against Cas’ neck where it seems to fit so well.
Maybe if he closes his eyes he can hold onto this dream.