Say Cheese Destiel
Cas stood in front of the hotel mirror pulling back his lips and baring his straight white teeth. His eyebrows furrowed at the result. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His second attempt only lifted the right side of his mouth, a shiny eyetooth peering out.
Dean coughed, calling attention to his long frame propped up in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"I am attempting to contort my facial structure into an expression of pleasure and contentment." Castiel replied.
Dean pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in annoyance.
Castiel huffed. "I am trying to smile."
Dean groaned, trying to disguise the well of laughter in his chest. "First thing's first. Stop talking like Geekboy. Second, try to relax. And raise the God damn register a little. If you sound constipated you're going to look constipated."
"If I speak higher, I'll smile more? Jimmy spoke in a higher tone and he smiled very little." Cas counterpointed.
Dean scratched his head, tiring of the topic quickly. "Why do you want to smile anyway?"
Cas fidgeted uncomfortably. He spun on his heel back toward the mirror. "I do not require your assistance."
The hunter snickered. "Show me your smile then."
The angel pressed his lips tightly together and stretched them across his face, the ends tilting upward ever so slightly.
A tongue clicked loudly as the hunter positioned himself behind Castiel, both faces reflected in the mirror. Dean rested his hands on the trench covered shoulders. "Alright. Watch me." Dean threw the mirror a toothy grin.
"Your eyes did not crinkle around the edges." Cas frowned.
"Oh well. . . . Huh?" Dean stammered.
"When you are truly happy, the skin around your eyes crinkles. And your tongue does a dance inside your mouth." His head fell in shame.
Dean's voice was suddenly soft and serious. "Cas, why do you want to smile?"
"I enjoy when you smile at me. And would like to return the favor." Cas divulged.
"Listen Cas," Dean licked his lips. "When I got my ass thrown into the future? There was a Cas there. He laughed and grinned. He was pretty crazy actually." Dean leaned down to speak closer to the angel's ear. "But I missed this Cas." He squeezed the angel's shoulder.
Cas twisted in Dean's grip, unsure of his next move. He caught the older Winchester's pout in an awkward nip. He pulled back, then with more force than necessary pressed their two sets of closed lips together. Dean moaned, licking at the angel's firmly planted mouth. His hands cupped Castiel's cheeks, coaxing the muscles there to relax with feather like brushes of his thumbs. Cas relented, parting his lips to the pleasant flutter of Dean's tongue.
Dean's hands traveled back down, wrestling with the layer of trenchcoat, tugging it down Cas's shoulder's and then dragging it past his arms till it fell to the floor.
The hunter leaned back, studying the angel. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."
Cas gazed at him in awe. "There it is. The smile."
Dean chuckled, palm exploring the plan of Cas's chest, prying buttons open slowly. "You need something that makes you happy to really smile."
Cas's head lolled back as Dean flicked at his hardened nipples. The hunter relieved the angel of his tie and shirt, shucking his own layers on the floor as well.
Dean kissed at he straight line of lips again, enjoying the way they parted easily for him this time. Cas brushed a shy hand along Dean's taut stomach, a soft twinkle lit his bluer than blue eyes.
They stood tangled in front of the mirror for a while until Dean finally ushered Cas to the bed. He shove the angel down playfully and was rewarded with a confused scowl. "Are you angry Dean?"
"No. " Dean huffed, kicking off his boots. "I'm playing Cas. I like to have fun when I. . . . never mind." He shook his head and tugged at the angel's shoes and socks in defeat.
Cas stared at Dean, desperately wanting to make the hunter happy. He could be playful too. He flicked his wrist and sent Dean flying across the room landing splayed against the wall. Dean stood, rubbing at the back of his head. "What the Hell, Cas?"
Cas cocked his head, again lost in their exchange. "You wanted playful."
The hunter swiped a hand over his face, suddenly remembering why he had never initiated this no matter how much he had always wanted it. He sat on the bed nest to Cas, hand kneading at the angel's thigh. "Let me lead okay tiger? It hasn't been like, five thousand years since I've had sex."
"I've never had sex." Cas wiggled under Dean's hand, teasingly close to where his cock was now throbbing.
"Oh, so you're Virgin Angel Boy? How lucky can a man get?" He noticed the twitch in Cas's thin dress slacks and his mouth went dry. Dean fell, face nestled into Cas's thigh as he wrestled the zipper of the angel's pants down and freed the long hard shaft. His mouth captured the tip, lapping lightly at the wet slit. Cas collapsed back on the bed, hips wriggling for more friction. Dean slid his mouth down the lenght, relaxing his throat as he took the angel in as deeply as he could. Cas's breath hitched, feeling the suction along his hard erection.
Dean loosened his own pants and yanked his own dick free, stroking himself in time to the bob of his head. He knew tonight stamina was not going to be Cas's strong point. He felt the cock in his mouth struggle against his tongue as if fighting the sensory overload. Dean doubled his attack, adding a hand at the base and felt the hot sour ooze down his throat. The hunter sucked until Castiel pushed him off. Cas watched as Dean continued to stroke himself over the spent angel. Cas groaned in awe as the first hot splash hit his chest. He smeared it into his skin as Dean stroked out the last of his orgasm covering the angel's bare chest beneath him.
Dean caught his breath, eyes locked with Cas's. "There it is." He breathed heavy over the angel. "The smile." He smiled back at Cas before he laid down and pulled him into an embrace.
Dean coughed, calling attention to his long frame propped up in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
"I am attempting to contort my facial structure into an expression of pleasure and contentment." Castiel replied.
Dean pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in annoyance.
Castiel huffed. "I am trying to smile."
Dean groaned, trying to disguise the well of laughter in his chest. "First thing's first. Stop talking like Geekboy. Second, try to relax. And raise the God damn register a little. If you sound constipated you're going to look constipated."
"If I speak higher, I'll smile more? Jimmy spoke in a higher tone and he smiled very little." Cas counterpointed.
Dean scratched his head, tiring of the topic quickly. "Why do you want to smile anyway?"
Cas fidgeted uncomfortably. He spun on his heel back toward the mirror. "I do not require your assistance."
The hunter snickered. "Show me your smile then."
The angel pressed his lips tightly together and stretched them across his face, the ends tilting upward ever so slightly.
A tongue clicked loudly as the hunter positioned himself behind Castiel, both faces reflected in the mirror. Dean rested his hands on the trench covered shoulders. "Alright. Watch me." Dean threw the mirror a toothy grin.
"Your eyes did not crinkle around the edges." Cas frowned.
"Oh well. . . . Huh?" Dean stammered.
"When you are truly happy, the skin around your eyes crinkles. And your tongue does a dance inside your mouth." His head fell in shame.
Dean's voice was suddenly soft and serious. "Cas, why do you want to smile?"
"I enjoy when you smile at me. And would like to return the favor." Cas divulged.
"Listen Cas," Dean licked his lips. "When I got my ass thrown into the future? There was a Cas there. He laughed and grinned. He was pretty crazy actually." Dean leaned down to speak closer to the angel's ear. "But I missed this Cas." He squeezed the angel's shoulder.
Cas twisted in Dean's grip, unsure of his next move. He caught the older Winchester's pout in an awkward nip. He pulled back, then with more force than necessary pressed their two sets of closed lips together. Dean moaned, licking at the angel's firmly planted mouth. His hands cupped Castiel's cheeks, coaxing the muscles there to relax with feather like brushes of his thumbs. Cas relented, parting his lips to the pleasant flutter of Dean's tongue.
Dean's hands traveled back down, wrestling with the layer of trenchcoat, tugging it down Cas's shoulder's and then dragging it past his arms till it fell to the floor.
The hunter leaned back, studying the angel. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."
Cas gazed at him in awe. "There it is. The smile."
Dean chuckled, palm exploring the plan of Cas's chest, prying buttons open slowly. "You need something that makes you happy to really smile."
Cas's head lolled back as Dean flicked at his hardened nipples. The hunter relieved the angel of his tie and shirt, shucking his own layers on the floor as well.
Dean kissed at he straight line of lips again, enjoying the way they parted easily for him this time. Cas brushed a shy hand along Dean's taut stomach, a soft twinkle lit his bluer than blue eyes.
They stood tangled in front of the mirror for a while until Dean finally ushered Cas to the bed. He shove the angel down playfully and was rewarded with a confused scowl. "Are you angry Dean?"
"No. " Dean huffed, kicking off his boots. "I'm playing Cas. I like to have fun when I. . . . never mind." He shook his head and tugged at the angel's shoes and socks in defeat.
Cas stared at Dean, desperately wanting to make the hunter happy. He could be playful too. He flicked his wrist and sent Dean flying across the room landing splayed against the wall. Dean stood, rubbing at the back of his head. "What the Hell, Cas?"
Cas cocked his head, again lost in their exchange. "You wanted playful."
The hunter swiped a hand over his face, suddenly remembering why he had never initiated this no matter how much he had always wanted it. He sat on the bed nest to Cas, hand kneading at the angel's thigh. "Let me lead okay tiger? It hasn't been like, five thousand years since I've had sex."
"I've never had sex." Cas wiggled under Dean's hand, teasingly close to where his cock was now throbbing.
"Oh, so you're Virgin Angel Boy? How lucky can a man get?" He noticed the twitch in Cas's thin dress slacks and his mouth went dry. Dean fell, face nestled into Cas's thigh as he wrestled the zipper of the angel's pants down and freed the long hard shaft. His mouth captured the tip, lapping lightly at the wet slit. Cas collapsed back on the bed, hips wriggling for more friction. Dean slid his mouth down the lenght, relaxing his throat as he took the angel in as deeply as he could. Cas's breath hitched, feeling the suction along his hard erection.
Dean loosened his own pants and yanked his own dick free, stroking himself in time to the bob of his head. He knew tonight stamina was not going to be Cas's strong point. He felt the cock in his mouth struggle against his tongue as if fighting the sensory overload. Dean doubled his attack, adding a hand at the base and felt the hot sour ooze down his throat. The hunter sucked until Castiel pushed him off. Cas watched as Dean continued to stroke himself over the spent angel. Cas groaned in awe as the first hot splash hit his chest. He smeared it into his skin as Dean stroked out the last of his orgasm covering the angel's bare chest beneath him.
Dean caught his breath, eyes locked with Cas's. "There it is." He breathed heavy over the angel. "The smile." He smiled back at Cas before he laid down and pulled him into an embrace.