put another dime in the jukebox (1/1)
Title: Put Another Dime in the Jukebox
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Warnings: bathroom sex, barebacking
Word Count: 1708
Summary: Dean keeps getting distracted on the job when Cas keeps getting hit on.
Put Another Dime in the Jukebox
Dean glared over at the bar, grumbling over his beer. He felt a kick underneath the table and made a face, breaking his eyes away from Castiel's back to glare at Sam.
"Ow, dude, what?"
"Agent Perry," Sam intoned and Dean's eyes snapped to the doctor sitting at the table with them. He'd forgotten they were still on the case.
"Oh, right, um. Sorry," he coughed into his mug, taking a sip, "You were saying about how the lady exploded?"
"Well, uh, next thing I knew..." the man continued, but Dean had already zoned out again.
Cas was with them on this job because he was convinced the recent string of people spontaneously combusting and exploding to bits was some sort of biblical thing. Dean wasn't sure he believed him, but he hadn't brushed up on his King James' Bible in a while, so it was possible. He and Sam had no real clue otherwise, so it was nice having some kind of idea of what it could be.
But Dean wasn't concentrating on the job. He was concentrating on Cas. More specifically, on the dude hitting on Cas.
He was about Dean's height, but he was skinny, not a bit of muscle on him, with a head of curly, brown hair. Cas didn't seem bothered by him, calmly drinking his beer at a steady pace, nodding where appropriate in conversation, but the guy was clearly into Cas with the way he leaned into his personal space, smiling and all that crap. Dean's jaw clenched and his hand tightened on the handle of his mug every time he saw that stupid grin.
"Dean. Dean."
"Huh?" he mumbled, slowly tearing his eyes away again to look at Sam. He realized the doctor was gone without glancing at the empty seat because Sam had dropped the fake names.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Nothing," Dean shrugged quickly, but Sam gave him one of his patented bitchfaces and rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you have been zoned out this whole time, did you hear any of what that guy said?" Sam sighed, grabbing his own drink and taking a sip.
"Well. You heard him, right?"
"Yeah, but Dean, that's not the point--"
"You go over what he said, I'll be right back," Dean interrupted, pushing out of his seat. Sam watched him go with an irritated expression, but obediently opened up his notepad to read through the various interviews they'd had today.
Dean stomped grumpily most of his way over to the bar, but he slid between Cas and the curly haired guy with a practiced ease and a casual air.
"Uh, excuse me," he heard the guy say, tapping at his shoulder impatiently. Dean ignored him.
"Cas," he said coolly. Cas turned away from his drink to stare up at him.
"Dean," Cas nodded, "I take it your business with the doctor is done."
"Yeah, but I've got business with you. Now."
"Hey, we were in the middle of a--" the guy started, but Dean turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, cutting him off.
"Look, pal, I don't know who you are, and I don't give a crap, but he is not. Interested. So please kindly fuck off before I have to hurt you," Dean growled, watching in satisfaction as the young man crumpled and fled as soon as he was out of Dean's grip.
"That was rude," Cas pointed out, but he didn't sound particularly upset.
"Yeah, whatever, now come on," Dean insisted, tugging at his trench coat to make him get up. Cas let out a put upon sigh, but followed at Dean's urging, sliding off of his stool and walking after him as Dean headed for the back of the bar.
"Dean, where are we going?" Cas asked, sounding confused as he followed Dean past most of the bar patron's and into the back. When Dean found the bathroom and shoved the door open, tugging Cas after him by the sleeve of his coat, he let out an irritated noise.
"Why are we back here? Restrooms are unpleasant."
"Shut up," Dean grumbled, pushing him into one of the stalls and clicking it locked behind him, "This is your fault."
"What's my--" Cas started, but Dean crowded him up against the graffiti-covered wall and slammed their mouths together, and any questions he had quickly flew out of his mind. Dean slid a hand around the back of Cas' neck, squeezing roughly and digging his nails in, making Cas gasp against his mouth, giving him an opening to slide his tongue forward. Cas wrapped a hand around Dean's back and pulled him close, rubbing his crotch against Dean's leg. Dean moaned and rocked back, his erection pressing into Cas' hip.
They were both hard and moving clumsily together, Dean's spare hand making short work of his belt. The slacks of his suit sagged as he pulled finished undoing his belt and went for Cas', but Cas was already going at it, albeit less successfully. He had far less practice getting naked quickly than Dean, but he was learning. Dean waved his hand away, never breaking from the kiss as he got Cas' belt and pants undone with one hand. As soon as the clothes were out of the way, Dean rubbed his cock into the jut of Cas' hip, moaning at the contact of skin. He reached his hand around, traced a finger against soft muscle, and pressed inside, making Cas shiver and wiggle impatiently.
"Dean," Cas mumbled, pulling away from the kiss to stare at him, "You know I don't need to be prepped."
Dean dropped his forehead onto Cas' shoulder for a second to laugh and catch his breath.
"You are unbelievable sometimes, I hope you know that," Dean sighed, looking back into Cas' face. Cas frowned, but rocked his hips downward, egging Dean on, and Dean wasn't about to stop now. He pulled his hand away and whispered against Cas' ear, "Lift your leg up."
Cas obeyed and Dean wrapped his right arm underneath it, splaying his hand against the stall wall. With his left, he led his cock to Cas' hole and thrust his hips upwards, sliding with ease into tight heat. One of the bonuses of fucking an angel was clean up being trimmed down to a finger snap, so they didn't have to worry if they didn't have condoms on them, which made the sex a lot more awesome. Dean bit playfully into Cas' shoulder, moving his left hand up to wrap around the top of the stall wall and hold him steady as he started thrusting quick and hard.
"Dean," Cas breathed, moans starting to slip out of him as Dean fucked him fast against the stall. Without a spare hand, Cas had to slide his own fist around his cock and stroke himself in time with Dean's thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping together, Dean's pants and Cas' moaning filling the entire room. The stall started to creak underneath the weight of Cas being pressed against it over and over, and Dean's knuckles started to turn white as he squeezed his fist around the top of the wall.
"Fuck, Cas, Christ," he breathed, sweat starting to drip off of him as he kept rocking up into Cas.
"Dean, I disapprove of blasphemy," Cas panted between moans before a particularly hard thrust had him arching his back off of the wall and groaning loud.
"Sorry," Dean laughed, adjusting his hand on the stall to keep Cas' leg up, his fingers slipping with sweat.
"Dean," an annoyed voice called out, and it took Dean a second to realize that it wasn't Cas, and that it was coming from outside the stall. He slowed his hips until he wasn't moving, struggling to ignore the impatient whining Cas made as he rocked his hips up and down, riding Dean's cock even though he'd stopped.
"Cas, hold on a second," he wheezed, but Cas ignored him, still moaning. "Fuck, what is it?"
"The entire bar can hear you," the voice said, sounding incredibly mortified, and Dean realized belatedly that it was Sam.
"Oh. Sorry," Dean shrugged, wincing when Cas made a slow roll of his ass around his dick.
"They want you to leave. But, uh, it's not like they're going to make you before you're finished, I guess. I'm just going to leave and try and forget that I know you," Sam sighed, his departure signaled by the slam of the bathroom door.
Dean turned his attention back to Cas and thrust up hard, startling Cas enough to make him freeze.
"Next time I tell you to hold up, you should hold up. That was Sam, if you hadn't noticed."
"I hadn't noticed," Cas panted, face blank. Dean rolled his eyes and leaned forward, biting at Cas' lips teasingly.
"Well, we should finish this up," he smiled, starting to move his hips again. Cas' eyes shut quickly and the hand on his cock started stroking again.
"Hurry," Cas hissed, and Dean smiled into his neck as he picked up his pace. The stall started creaking again with every thrust, and Cas started moaning in earnest. Dean never would've picked him to be loud in bed, but by now he was used to it, and sometimes he even liked to make a game out of what loud noises he could get Cas to create next. But he didn't want to play he game right then, he just wanted to lose himself in Cas' heat and moans.
Dean was breathing hard, and his rhythm was starting to falter, which meant he was almost there, but Cas started to shiver and, wrapping a hand around Dean's neck, pulled Dean into a kiss as he came all over his hand. A few more thrusts and Dean was spilling himself into Cas, coming with a groan.
Cas' leg was heavy on his arm, but Dean kept himself held onto the wall as he took his time coming down.
"Dean," Cas whispered, running his hand through Dean's hair, "What was my fault?"
Dean raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head.
"Everything," Dean sighed, kissing Cas lazily.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam
Warnings: bathroom sex, barebacking
Word Count: 1708
Summary: Dean keeps getting distracted on the job when Cas keeps getting hit on.
Put Another Dime in the Jukebox
Dean glared over at the bar, grumbling over his beer. He felt a kick underneath the table and made a face, breaking his eyes away from Castiel's back to glare at Sam.
"Ow, dude, what?"
"Agent Perry," Sam intoned and Dean's eyes snapped to the doctor sitting at the table with them. He'd forgotten they were still on the case.
"Oh, right, um. Sorry," he coughed into his mug, taking a sip, "You were saying about how the lady exploded?"
"Well, uh, next thing I knew..." the man continued, but Dean had already zoned out again.
Cas was with them on this job because he was convinced the recent string of people spontaneously combusting and exploding to bits was some sort of biblical thing. Dean wasn't sure he believed him, but he hadn't brushed up on his King James' Bible in a while, so it was possible. He and Sam had no real clue otherwise, so it was nice having some kind of idea of what it could be.
But Dean wasn't concentrating on the job. He was concentrating on Cas. More specifically, on the dude hitting on Cas.
He was about Dean's height, but he was skinny, not a bit of muscle on him, with a head of curly, brown hair. Cas didn't seem bothered by him, calmly drinking his beer at a steady pace, nodding where appropriate in conversation, but the guy was clearly into Cas with the way he leaned into his personal space, smiling and all that crap. Dean's jaw clenched and his hand tightened on the handle of his mug every time he saw that stupid grin.
"Dean. Dean."
"Huh?" he mumbled, slowly tearing his eyes away again to look at Sam. He realized the doctor was gone without glancing at the empty seat because Sam had dropped the fake names.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Nothing," Dean shrugged quickly, but Sam gave him one of his patented bitchfaces and rolled his eyes.
"Dude, you have been zoned out this whole time, did you hear any of what that guy said?" Sam sighed, grabbing his own drink and taking a sip.
"Well. You heard him, right?"
"Yeah, but Dean, that's not the point--"
"You go over what he said, I'll be right back," Dean interrupted, pushing out of his seat. Sam watched him go with an irritated expression, but obediently opened up his notepad to read through the various interviews they'd had today.
Dean stomped grumpily most of his way over to the bar, but he slid between Cas and the curly haired guy with a practiced ease and a casual air.
"Uh, excuse me," he heard the guy say, tapping at his shoulder impatiently. Dean ignored him.
"Cas," he said coolly. Cas turned away from his drink to stare up at him.
"Dean," Cas nodded, "I take it your business with the doctor is done."
"Yeah, but I've got business with you. Now."
"Hey, we were in the middle of a--" the guy started, but Dean turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, cutting him off.
"Look, pal, I don't know who you are, and I don't give a crap, but he is not. Interested. So please kindly fuck off before I have to hurt you," Dean growled, watching in satisfaction as the young man crumpled and fled as soon as he was out of Dean's grip.
"That was rude," Cas pointed out, but he didn't sound particularly upset.
"Yeah, whatever, now come on," Dean insisted, tugging at his trench coat to make him get up. Cas let out a put upon sigh, but followed at Dean's urging, sliding off of his stool and walking after him as Dean headed for the back of the bar.
"Dean, where are we going?" Cas asked, sounding confused as he followed Dean past most of the bar patron's and into the back. When Dean found the bathroom and shoved the door open, tugging Cas after him by the sleeve of his coat, he let out an irritated noise.
"Why are we back here? Restrooms are unpleasant."
"Shut up," Dean grumbled, pushing him into one of the stalls and clicking it locked behind him, "This is your fault."
"What's my--" Cas started, but Dean crowded him up against the graffiti-covered wall and slammed their mouths together, and any questions he had quickly flew out of his mind. Dean slid a hand around the back of Cas' neck, squeezing roughly and digging his nails in, making Cas gasp against his mouth, giving him an opening to slide his tongue forward. Cas wrapped a hand around Dean's back and pulled him close, rubbing his crotch against Dean's leg. Dean moaned and rocked back, his erection pressing into Cas' hip.
They were both hard and moving clumsily together, Dean's spare hand making short work of his belt. The slacks of his suit sagged as he pulled finished undoing his belt and went for Cas', but Cas was already going at it, albeit less successfully. He had far less practice getting naked quickly than Dean, but he was learning. Dean waved his hand away, never breaking from the kiss as he got Cas' belt and pants undone with one hand. As soon as the clothes were out of the way, Dean rubbed his cock into the jut of Cas' hip, moaning at the contact of skin. He reached his hand around, traced a finger against soft muscle, and pressed inside, making Cas shiver and wiggle impatiently.
"Dean," Cas mumbled, pulling away from the kiss to stare at him, "You know I don't need to be prepped."
Dean dropped his forehead onto Cas' shoulder for a second to laugh and catch his breath.
"You are unbelievable sometimes, I hope you know that," Dean sighed, looking back into Cas' face. Cas frowned, but rocked his hips downward, egging Dean on, and Dean wasn't about to stop now. He pulled his hand away and whispered against Cas' ear, "Lift your leg up."
Cas obeyed and Dean wrapped his right arm underneath it, splaying his hand against the stall wall. With his left, he led his cock to Cas' hole and thrust his hips upwards, sliding with ease into tight heat. One of the bonuses of fucking an angel was clean up being trimmed down to a finger snap, so they didn't have to worry if they didn't have condoms on them, which made the sex a lot more awesome. Dean bit playfully into Cas' shoulder, moving his left hand up to wrap around the top of the stall wall and hold him steady as he started thrusting quick and hard.
"Dean," Cas breathed, moans starting to slip out of him as Dean fucked him fast against the stall. Without a spare hand, Cas had to slide his own fist around his cock and stroke himself in time with Dean's thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping together, Dean's pants and Cas' moaning filling the entire room. The stall started to creak underneath the weight of Cas being pressed against it over and over, and Dean's knuckles started to turn white as he squeezed his fist around the top of the wall.
"Fuck, Cas, Christ," he breathed, sweat starting to drip off of him as he kept rocking up into Cas.
"Dean, I disapprove of blasphemy," Cas panted between moans before a particularly hard thrust had him arching his back off of the wall and groaning loud.
"Sorry," Dean laughed, adjusting his hand on the stall to keep Cas' leg up, his fingers slipping with sweat.
"Dean," an annoyed voice called out, and it took Dean a second to realize that it wasn't Cas, and that it was coming from outside the stall. He slowed his hips until he wasn't moving, struggling to ignore the impatient whining Cas made as he rocked his hips up and down, riding Dean's cock even though he'd stopped.
"Cas, hold on a second," he wheezed, but Cas ignored him, still moaning. "Fuck, what is it?"
"The entire bar can hear you," the voice said, sounding incredibly mortified, and Dean realized belatedly that it was Sam.
"Oh. Sorry," Dean shrugged, wincing when Cas made a slow roll of his ass around his dick.
"They want you to leave. But, uh, it's not like they're going to make you before you're finished, I guess. I'm just going to leave and try and forget that I know you," Sam sighed, his departure signaled by the slam of the bathroom door.
Dean turned his attention back to Cas and thrust up hard, startling Cas enough to make him freeze.
"Next time I tell you to hold up, you should hold up. That was Sam, if you hadn't noticed."
"I hadn't noticed," Cas panted, face blank. Dean rolled his eyes and leaned forward, biting at Cas' lips teasingly.
"Well, we should finish this up," he smiled, starting to move his hips again. Cas' eyes shut quickly and the hand on his cock started stroking again.
"Hurry," Cas hissed, and Dean smiled into his neck as he picked up his pace. The stall started creaking again with every thrust, and Cas started moaning in earnest. Dean never would've picked him to be loud in bed, but by now he was used to it, and sometimes he even liked to make a game out of what loud noises he could get Cas to create next. But he didn't want to play he game right then, he just wanted to lose himself in Cas' heat and moans.
Dean was breathing hard, and his rhythm was starting to falter, which meant he was almost there, but Cas started to shiver and, wrapping a hand around Dean's neck, pulled Dean into a kiss as he came all over his hand. A few more thrusts and Dean was spilling himself into Cas, coming with a groan.
Cas' leg was heavy on his arm, but Dean kept himself held onto the wall as he took his time coming down.
"Dean," Cas whispered, running his hand through Dean's hair, "What was my fault?"
Dean raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head.
"Everything," Dean sighed, kissing Cas lazily.