50 First Times - Time 46 I swear I'm going to finish these.
Title: Time 46
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 598
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 - first time having sex with a new partner. After months of pining for his (seemingly straight) gorgeous blue-eyed roommate, Dean finally has Castiel all to himself.
Time 46
He’s been unobtainable for as long as Dean can remember.
His roommate, Cas, is a good guy, a great friend, and unfortunately the number one obsession in Dean’s sexual fantasies for the last three years.
Unfortunately, because Cas is straight. Or Cas just isn’t interested in Dean, which is something Dean just can’t stand to think about, so Cas is straight.
Cas has to be straight.
There’s just no other reason for Cas not picking up on Dean wanting him.
So why is Cas kissing that guy over there?
The fuck.
Dean’s turning toward the door and pushing his way out into the night away from the party before he can really think it through. In the end, he takes the car. Let Cas’ little fuck buddy give him a ride home. Dean’s to upset to care about it being a dick move to do to your best friend.
Dean crawls into bed and yanks the covers up to his face. He slips into sleep thinking about how much he wishes he was that other guy.
“ASS!”
Cas’ angry growl snaps Dean awake faster than the chilled, soaking t-shirt that slaps him in the face.
He hurls himself into a sitting position to find Cas standing at the end of his bed, shirtless, freezing, and pissed as hell.
“You fucking ditched me!”
Cas almost never curses.
“You drove off, didn’t even tell me, and made me look like an idiot in front of our friends. I walked home in the rain, you son of a bitch.”
Dean’s not sure how to respond, frozen in his bed, clenching Cas’ soaked t-shirt to his chest while he watches his roommate methodically strip out of his dripping clothing while he rants away. It’s almost like one of Dean’s favorite fantasies.
All right, it’s exactly like one of Dean’s favorite fantasies. He likes Cas angry.
It takes Dean a second to realize the rant has abruptly cut off mid-stream.
“Dean?” Cas questions hesitantly. “Are you listening to me?”
Dean registers cold lips and a hot mouth, wet, tangled hair in his fist, bare skin, so much bared skin all over this man he wants to badly. He’s not sure when he got out of bed.
He answers, but what comes out might not be coherent. It doesn’t seem to matter, Cas chuckles, pushing Dean back into his bed and crawling in after him before pulling the covers up over them both.
“Took you long enough,” Cas whispers before doing totally filthy things to Dean’s ear. “Now warm me up you jerk.”
Dean tries for sensitive; it’s not really his thing. His hands drag up and down Cas’ body trying to replace heat against the still chilled and damp skin.
“Not like that,” Cas growls, reaching over to the nightstand and dropping the tube of lube onto Dean’s chest. “From the inside.”
“I love you.” Dean blurts it out as he struggles with the lube. Then he flushes pink with what he just said.
Cas smiles a rare, relaxed grin. “I know, same here, now please could you fuck me?”
Dean’s certainly not going to argue with that.
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 598
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 - first time having sex with a new partner. After months of pining for his (seemingly straight) gorgeous blue-eyed roommate, Dean finally has Castiel all to himself.
Time 46
He’s been unobtainable for as long as Dean can remember.
His roommate, Cas, is a good guy, a great friend, and unfortunately the number one obsession in Dean’s sexual fantasies for the last three years.
Unfortunately, because Cas is straight. Or Cas just isn’t interested in Dean, which is something Dean just can’t stand to think about, so Cas is straight.
Cas has to be straight.
There’s just no other reason for Cas not picking up on Dean wanting him.
So why is Cas kissing that guy over there?
The fuck.
Dean’s turning toward the door and pushing his way out into the night away from the party before he can really think it through. In the end, he takes the car. Let Cas’ little fuck buddy give him a ride home. Dean’s to upset to care about it being a dick move to do to your best friend.
Dean crawls into bed and yanks the covers up to his face. He slips into sleep thinking about how much he wishes he was that other guy.
“ASS!”
Cas’ angry growl snaps Dean awake faster than the chilled, soaking t-shirt that slaps him in the face.
He hurls himself into a sitting position to find Cas standing at the end of his bed, shirtless, freezing, and pissed as hell.
“You fucking ditched me!”
Cas almost never curses.
“You drove off, didn’t even tell me, and made me look like an idiot in front of our friends. I walked home in the rain, you son of a bitch.”
Dean’s not sure how to respond, frozen in his bed, clenching Cas’ soaked t-shirt to his chest while he watches his roommate methodically strip out of his dripping clothing while he rants away. It’s almost like one of Dean’s favorite fantasies.
All right, it’s exactly like one of Dean’s favorite fantasies. He likes Cas angry.
It takes Dean a second to realize the rant has abruptly cut off mid-stream.
“Dean?” Cas questions hesitantly. “Are you listening to me?”
Dean registers cold lips and a hot mouth, wet, tangled hair in his fist, bare skin, so much bared skin all over this man he wants to badly. He’s not sure when he got out of bed.
He answers, but what comes out might not be coherent. It doesn’t seem to matter, Cas chuckles, pushing Dean back into his bed and crawling in after him before pulling the covers up over them both.
“Took you long enough,” Cas whispers before doing totally filthy things to Dean’s ear. “Now warm me up you jerk.”
Dean tries for sensitive; it’s not really his thing. His hands drag up and down Cas’ body trying to replace heat against the still chilled and damp skin.
“Not like that,” Cas growls, reaching over to the nightstand and dropping the tube of lube onto Dean’s chest. “From the inside.”
“I love you.” Dean blurts it out as he struggles with the lube. Then he flushes pink with what he just said.
Cas smiles a rare, relaxed grin. “I know, same here, now please could you fuck me?”
Dean’s certainly not going to argue with that.