The Intimacy Meme
The Intimacy Meme
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
(Shamelessly taken from... all the rest's and modified!)
Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.
Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng and roll from 1-6.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit
Scenes:
1. First Kiss. ( Read more... )
He slipped his head out of the cocoon of blankets to get a look at his alarm clock- sad and alone on his empty nightstand. He really needed to get a new lamp. Almost eleven- holy shit, Cas was up before him, gracing the world with his presence before Noon. That had to be some kinda miracle. Either that, or there were plans today. Weird. But okay, because the shower was running.
Because Cas was in the shower. You know, naked. With water. And showering. And Dean was always a fan of anything that involved nudity immediately after waking up, especially if it conveniently eliminated the problem of morning breath.
He shoved himself up, passed a hand through his hair, and padded barefoot along the hardwood. Stopped outside the door because- well, just assuming showering together was on the table seemed a little presumptuous, didn't it? Just because it was a truly awesome benefit of living with the guy you loadfsfsdflkl were sleeping with didn't mean it was necessarily his cup of tea. Showers were very private things that-
Oh, screw it. He knocked.
Which was just as good as sacking up and outright asking, totally. Fuck off.]
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He'd had hours before he needs to be in, but he'd rolled out of bed early anyway and hadn't been able to get back to sleep. And the idea of a shower had just been so inviting; he's still a bit burnt out from the night before, to the point that if he closes his eyes it's almost like being stoned again, and there's nothing better than an almost-stoned shower. He'd been powerless to resist the siren song of the almost-stoned shower.
It's been about five minutes since he'd hopped in, during which time he's done surprisingly little actual showering- it's been five minutes of standing under the shower head, head tipped down, palms pressed flat against the wall and just... Standing there, basically.
It takes him a little while to get going, sue him.
He's contemplating reaching for the soap, the shampoo, anything productive, when he hears the knock, and he perks a bit, lips twitching as he straightens up under the spray. Is that an 'I gotta take a leak' knock? A 'leave me some hot water, asshole' knock?
...A 'want some company?' knock...? Because that would be ideal. That's literally the only thing this shower is missing right now.
He really, truly hopes it's option C.]
Door's unlocked.
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He hesitated, then pushed the door open. Closed it behind him. The mirror was fogged up, the room was steamy, and he... had absolutely no idea how to initiate this without feeling like he had giant ladyparts. Stop being a pussy, Winchester. Right now.
He tugged at the strings on his pajama pants, untied them and slipped them off. Stepped up to the back of the shower, slid back the curtain, and climbed in behind Cas, murmuring sleepily.]
Mornin'. Scoot.
[There. Nice and presumptuous and rude. Sue him, he just woke up- take his ruffled hair and half-opened eyes as proof.]
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There's a brief pause and then the door creaks open; Cas does reach for the soap, then, so he can at least pretend to be doing something other than standing here and wasting water. Not like he really thinks Dean's gonna get on his case about it, but you never know, and so he rubs the bar between his hands, quickly slaps some soap on his shoulders. That counts, right?
It definitely counts.
It's just in time, too, because just as soon as he feels the bubbles sliding down his back Dean's tugging the curtain open and stepping right on in. Cas snorts- typical.
Also, exactly how he was hoping this would go down. He cranes his neck to the side, looking Dean up and down in a rather exaggerated fashion with a smirk curving his lips.]
G'morning.
[He does scoot, shifting a bit so Dean can enjoy some of the actual water, and not just the cold droplets bouncing off of his body. Maybe wake up a little too, although Cas has to admit the sleepy look works for him... The hair, anyway, and there's the distinct urge to run his slick fingers through it and muss it up even more... He's resisting it, for now.]
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And no, soapy shoulders don't count.
And, okay, so maybe the smirky smug look does work for him. That doesn't mean he needs to rub it in. Chipper hippy bastard. Still, he feels like a dick for just strolling on in without permission, so he makes up for it by continuing to be presumptuous, and wraps his arms around Cas's middle. Just because it's there, and appropriate height, and exactly the right size for his arms. Fuck anybody that calls him a girl.]
You realize it's eleven a.m., right? Like, the one that comes before noon?
[And since he's close anyway, presses his lips to exposed neck and licks off the water.]
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Dean's arms wrap around his waist and he grins, shifting slightly into the touch. Definitely a nice start to his day. And he's way too comfortable standing like this to judge you, Dean, no worries. Nothing wrong with being a pretty perfect fit. Damn, he could get used to this.
Eleven a.m. He huffs out a laugh at the incredulous tone of Dean's voice... Although he's honestly a bit surprised himself. Up and at 'em in the A.M. Craziness.]
Mm, better start getting that shelter stocked with canned food. The end is nigh.
[He leans his head back at the soft, warm press of Dean's lips against his neck, hums softly at the flick of his tongue- yep, one hundred percent how he'd hoped this would go. He lets the hand not occupied with the bar of soap glide up Dean's arm, fingertips leaving a soapy trail on his skin as he slides it up to brush fingers through his hair. Resistance is futile in the face of the bedhead, apparently.]
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Maybe not.
And anyway, there's skin beneath his mouth. Might be a better possibility than sleep at hand, here, if Cas's slippery fingers are any indication. He lets out a soft huff at the feeling of fingers in his hair, like he can guess the train of thought behind it. He can't roll out of bed with perfect hair, thank you very much, you adorable bedheaded jerk. Dean doesn't have the charm to pull off Sexy Slacker.]
You kiddin'? I been stocking up for years. This apartment's the safest place in the world to be at the end of times.
[He traces his lips up Cas's neck to his ear, nibbles.]
Much as I love planning for the inevitable Zombie take-over, not really what I wanna talk about at the moment.
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Fingers continue to slide through short, messy strands, mussing them even more because he can't help himself. Cas is of the opinion that imperfect hair, especially bedhead, is a good look for Dean, if only because it summons up images of Dean and bed, which is never, ever a bad thing.]
That just puts my mind completely at ease.
[Sighing softly, he tips his head to the side as Dean's lips drag up his neck, shivering slightly as teeth close around his ear. Shit, that never gets old. Best shower ever, or best shower ever? His fingers curl against Dean's hair briefly before his hand drops to rest at his arm.]
Yeah? What do you wanna talk about?
[He's tempted to turn around, but Dean's mouth vibrating against sensitive skin is too nice, feels too good for him to pull away just yet. The heat of the water running over his body, Dean's arms and Cas's residual pseudo-high, coupled with that first twinge of arousal? It's pure bliss, and Cas isn't ready to give that up just yet. And so he stays where he is, leans his back against Dean's chest as slick fingers continue to trail over any and all parts of Dean he can reach like this.]
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A hand breaks away from his hold on Cas's middle, traces up his chest and brushes across a nipple in a way that's less accidental than it may appear. God, he loves morning sex. He loves it almost as much as he loves shower sex, so today is a total home run for him.]
Tell the truth, I wasn't really interested in doin' much talking at all.
[Maybe some, you know, and a bit of sighing. Moaning? There might be words, but he's hoping the conversation's a little less coherent. And anyway, his lips have better things to do then talk, like find that place where neck meets jaw.]
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[Yeah, not talking sounds like a plan. His eyes flutter closed as that hand passes over his nipple, and he knows Dean much too well to believe that it'd been anything other than intentional... Which is just fine with him. He likes that, likes that Dean knows he likes it, and his lips part in a quiet groan.
Cas is also admittedly a fan of morning sex, especially on days he knows he has to be at work at some point. Nothing makes a shift go faster than memories of a really, really nice morning to relive... And frankly, it makes him even more inclined to try for a repeat performance once his shift's ended, and that's never a bad thing.
And alright, he can't take it anymore- Dean's lips mouth over the join of his neck and jaw and it feels so good he can't justify not being a full participant in this. He turns around, movement made infinitely easier by the warm water running between them, and lets his hands glide up the smooth, slick expanse of Dean's chest. He realizes belatedly as a white foamy trail appears on Dean's skin that he's still holding the damn soap, and he reaches to drop it into the little nook in the shower wall that's so conveniently located right next to Dean's shoulder. Tipping his head forward, he presses his lips to Dean's as his hands do their thing, exploring ridiculously (attractively) broad shoulders.]
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If this is going to earn him a round two later on, he's going to have to give Cas an awful lot to think about today, isn't he?
Cas turns easily in his grip and, as much as he likes to be the director of this show, it's indefinitely better when the position is shared. The soap is slick against his chest, which feels nice- especially since it's probably the closest they've come to doing anything, you know, shower productive- but it's not as nice as Cas's palms and fingertips running along his shoulders. Yes. This is freaking nice.
An arm wraps low around Cas's hips when their lips touch, pulls him in a bit closer as the other runs up his spine. Sex or no sex, he's pretty sure he could kiss Cas all day. He's fucking amazing at it- no doubt hard earned through experience, not that Dean particularly cares. He's got his own resume of one night stands backing him up, so they make a pretty damn awesome team when it comes right down to it. They should take this show on the road. He's pretty sure people would pay money.]
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And this... This is just the cherry on top, really. A person that makes him happy and completely short circuits his brain with the slightest- albeit expertly applied- touch? It's to good to be true, really. But Cas isn't the type to worry about things fucking up later when they feel so good now. He's all about the now, especially when that means warm water and soft lips pressing against his own.
His hands slip up to the sides of Dean's neck, thumbs brushing against his cheeks as he tips his head into the kiss, murmuring softly as an arm pulls him closer. Calloused fingers run up his spine and he shivers, presses in against Dean, catches his lip between his own and sucks lightly. There's no doubt in his mind that he could stay like this indefinitely, none at all.]
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Dean doesn't get very many wins. This is definitely a win. And if this whole thing is a little more intimate and a little less casual than it would be with anyone else, well, that's just part of it. He's not going to focus on that and freak himself out, thank you very much. Not when he's got the pads of Cas's thumbs brushing along his cheek in a way that makes him feel... tender and shit.
He lets out a soft noise not unlike a hum when Cas catches his lip and sucks, lets that feeling shoot straight through and down his spine, nudges his pelvis a bit closer when a roll of arousal accompanies it.
His free hand continues to rove Cas's back, runs over lean muscle and traces the up the back of his neck and dip into his hair. It's so goddamn nice to be able to touch. He's physical by nature, and not even in a dirty way. A solid reaffirmation that everything is real and that he's allowed, that it's wanted, it's really just... it's perfect.]
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Attachment is, by and large, not really something he does lightly, if at all... Not the emotional kind, anyway, not after how things had ended up with his family. Normally it's just sex, and although he's more the friends with benefits type than the one night stand type, it never really goes much deeper than that. He'd been fine with that. But this is nice too, in a completely different way, and the vibration of that hum against his lips certainly doesn't hurt in cementing yes, good idea, the best idea in his brain.
He rocks his hips forward with a low moan as their lower halves are pressed flush, and he lets his hands slide down Dean's chest and around to flatten against his lower back, pull him just that much closer. Of all the things Cas wants right now, Dean's hands exploring his body are pretty much topping the list... Closely followed by few other rather obvious desires, given the circumstances.]
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Yes. Yes to the shower sex.
He likes Cas's moan almost as much as he likes the feel of their lower halves pressed together, wet and warm beneath the shower spray, hard and insistent and fantastic. He can do close. Close is amazing, especially while he's still sleepy and everything is tinged with early-morning softness. Especially while things are, you know, tender and shit.
He tightens his arms as well, nudges Cas's chin up with his nose and locks his lips against the side of his throat. He can't help it. Something about that jawline, the stubble there, makes it a perfect place to nip. He rocks his hips a little, exhales hot and heavy against his throat, and silently thanks the gods of Hot Water Heating that they have some pretty kick ass capacity.]
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There's another low murmur that could be Dean's name as that mouth latches onto his throat, as hips rock forward and there's a puff of hot breath against his skin. Cas doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the way that feels, and he lets his hands palm over Dean's back, drags fingertips down his spine. The rush of the water and the steam fogging the air are making this seem almost surreal, and Cas tips his head back slightly, eyes slipping closed as his hands find the curve of Dean's ass- because he can, and because he can't help himself, obviously- and squeezing lightly, using it to drag Dean closer as he rolls his hips forward.
Everything's wet and slick, but the friction is perfect, slow grind of hips and the hot drag of Dean's cock against his, and Cas can't help thinking that if everyone started their day like this, the world would be a much nicer place.]
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