1038. Caught in the Act

[hunting_trip]

Originally posted by lone_defender at 678. Do I have to put up signs?!
Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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[alifeordinary]

[Cas doesn't need a damn excuse- if he's rearing to go, that's all the more awesome for him. Seriously, he digs the fact that they're on the same page roughly 90% of the time, but he especially digs it applies to moments like these.

The other ten percent is sitcoms. Dude- have you seen Friends? Seinfeld? That's classic television, right there.

He's more than happy to put Team Stripping on the Olympic roster, though, because now that it's gone, he can feel the slide of Cas's bare chest beneath him, can chase lines with his tongue, and that's pretty damn fantastic. He's certainly not complaining when Cas pulls him down, too, especially when he can feel the line of Cas's cock pressed hot and solid against his thigh.]

Oh, fuck...

[Yeah, that's... it's amazing how that never fails to send a shot of electricity down his spine and straight into his pelvis, and he nudges Cas's legs further apart with aforementioned thigh, presses down gently and charitably helps out in that friction department. He's either an amazingly nice guy, or he just friggin' loves the feeling.

Spoilers- it's door number two, Bob.

Since they're chest-to-chest anyway, he directs Cas's chin up with the tip of his nose and dips in to nuzzle along the underside of his jaw, trace his lips along the dips and lines of muscle, kiss his way across the other man's neck. Jesus Christ if the feeling of Cas rocking himself against his thigh isn't unreasonably hot- damn, shit, he's already twitching and he hasn't even gotten their pants off yet. He grips Cas by the hips, fingers digging in a little too tight, and stiffens to keep his own hips from rolling down. Get it together, Dean.

A low rumble of frustration and impatience works it's way out of his chest when the moment passes, and he shifts upward to give himself space to work on Cas's button and zipper. His hurry is evident, it makes his fingers clumsy and fumbling, and dear god why don't they all just switch to Velcro or something, fuck, shit-]

[mojofree]

[Cas has, unfortunately, seen Friends. Seinfeld is slightly more tolerable, but just barely. This must be one of those agree-to-disagree situations that they so seldom find themselves in... But hey, it's better than it being an issue of what is and is not quality television than whether to raise their dog Jewish or Catholic.

Colt has yet to express an opinion on the matter, just FYI. Cas is sure he'd go so far as to ask that one time he'd smoked way, way too much in one night... Though where the Jewish had come from, he has no idea...

The dog's religious beliefs aside though, Cas figures he and Dean are more or less on the same page, especially when it comes to this, and really, that's what's important right now. Cas's head tips back and his lips part in a moan when Dean oh so charitably applies light pressure to his achingly hard cock. Fuck, he could just... He could just get off on that alone, the heat of Dean's skin through the denim, the extra sensation of the fabric sending little jolts of pleasure across his nerves... It wouldn't even take much. His hips give another involuntary twitch at the thought, regardless of the fact that that's not really what he's after today. He stills, though his hands may still be pressing into Dean's lower back to keep him where he is.

And damn it, but Dean's lips moving over his throat are really making it hard for him to stick with that decision; it's only because of the fingers digging into his hips that he manages to keep from jerking into Dean again. He can feel the tension, the way Dean's resisting the urge to do the same thing and fuck if that doesn't make him want it more.

But Dean once again spares him the trouble of having to stop himself, though, because before Cas gets a chance to do much of anything Dean's shifted to pluck at his fly; Cas takes this opportunity to let one of his hands slide up the back of Dean's neck and into his hair, tip his head to the side to latch onto his neck and suck a light bruise there. Nothing too intense, nothing that won't be gone after a few hours... As much as he likes leaving marks- and make no mistake, he does- he's not a total asshole, and those are never fun to explain. Well, maybe sometimes. Still.

His free hand slips from Dean's back and trails up his chest, fingertips ghosting over a nipple before dragging back down to his fly. Can he do this single-handed even with the rush of adrenaline and the fact that he wants nothing more than for them to magically disappear? Only time will tell, but it's not looking good. Well, it is looking good, just... Not for the pants situation.]