Fic: A Sassy Cup of Coffee (Part Three)
Part Three: Chai Tea Latte
The pre-law dinner was as stuffy and horrible as Sam had feared it to be. Most of the student came from wealthy families with long legacies dating back generations. Sam barely had twenty dollars and a scholarship fund he had to keep by fighting tooth and nail to maintain his marks higher than any trust fund kid. It was a completely different world and the only thing that made the whole evening bearable was having Castiel beside him, still stubbornly in his trench coat even after Jess tried to convince him that it wasn't the right place to wear it. Sam was happy that Castiel kept it. He was happy to have someone beside him that wasn’t afraid of sticking out or not belonging.
By the end of the night, as they walked back to Sam's dorm, he could help but laugh as he and Castiel discussed all the different people and how awkward parts of the night had been. Feeling bold and reckless, Sam hugged Castiel close, and whispered his thanks in his ear. Smiling to himself, he slipped back into his room after the perfect night.
"You're pathetic, you know that right?" Jess asked.
"What?"
"You should have kissed him."
"It's not like that, we're just friends," Sam denied, resolutely typing his essay, even though half his brain was on the night before and several what ifs.
"You are going to die old and alone if you don't grow a pair and make a move, you know that right?" Jess asked. "Even Gabriel agrees."
"You've been talking to Gabriel about this?" Sam asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course, I needed to get someone else on operation love struck," Jess explained. "We figured if you don't make a move by Valentine's Day then we would lock you in a closet until we heard lot's of happy sounds."
"There is something wrong with you two."
"Why? Because we want to see two people we love happy and we happen to be fairly certain that means being together?" Jess asked.
"Don't you have an exam tomorrow?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.
He didn't need Jess or Gabriel to be on his case about his feelings for Castiel. He knew his fondness for the strange man was growing, that he was falling deeper and deeper. At nights when his hands would drift under the elastic string of his pajama pants and cup and pull at himself, his mind would go back to those drunken bits of memory, the tactile reminder of pressing his body against Castiel's and rolling his hips in time with pounding music. He would come apart with Castiel's name on his lips.
Yes, he knew that he was too far gone to turn back now.
All that mattered now was how Castiel felt and Sam wasn't sure if it was reciprocated and he didn't want to lose one of the only friendships he had because of some stupid crush. There was no way Sam could risk it.
The approach of Christmas offered an interesting dilemma. Residences were closed over the break, but Sam had no home to go back to, and hadn't been in contact with either Dad or Dean since that awful August night. Jess offered him a place with her family, but he couldn't bring himself to accept the offer. It was tempting to go and pretend he knew how normal people celebrated the holiday season, to know what it was like to actually get presents that weren't stolen from the thrift store down the street. But it also felt like a betrayal, a slap in the face to the risk Dean had taken to try to put together a Christmas growing up. Even though, Dean had not bothered trying to celebrate Christmas in the past four years, claiming to be too old and too cool for such a lame holiday. Sam wondered what Dean would be doing that Christmas, and he was halfway through dialing when he remembered his Dad's words and he simply flipped his phone shut, jammed his hands in his pockets and knocked on Castiel's door.
Sam had been wrong about Gabriel and Castiel living together. Apparently Gabriel had simply gotten his brother his own place so he wouldn't "cramp his style." If Sam had thought his place was sparse it was nothing to Castiel's apartment. Despite being huge, it had very little furniture and everything that was there was a necessity, such as the fridge and the bed. Castiel had set up a cot in his completely empty second bedroom for Sam to sleep on.
There were no Christmas decorations up.
"Thanks for letting me stay," Sam said, setting his bag down and turning around to face Castiel. "I wasn't really sure where I was going to be able to stay."
"Jess would have taken you," Castiel pointed out factually.
"Yes, but I didn't want to intrude on her time with family," Sam said, and he was relieved that Castiel didn't seem insulted by it at all. He simply nodded. "Anyways I brought you a new type of latte to try; I think you'll like it."
Handing Castiel the take-out cup from Perks, he watched as Castiel took a deep gulp of the beverage. As he swallowed, he let out a huge moan of satisfaction which sends a thrill of pleasure right down Sam's spine and straight to his cock, which made him awkwardly half-hard standing in Castiel's spare bedroom. He watched in unbridled fascination as Castiel closed his eyes and took another drink of it, watching his throat work as he tipped the cup back a bit and then lapped his tongue at the opening.
Castiel could make drinking take-out coffee a porn industry on its own. Sam couldn't remember the last time he had gotten this hard from watching someone drink a latte ... actually he didn't think he had ever been hard due to anyone drinking a latte. Sam blamed all the happy moans.
"Like it?" Sam asked, trying to keep it light, but his voice was deep and husky when it came out. Luckily Castiel didn't notice, he was too happy savouring his drink. By the time he was done, Sam wished he could ask for a bit of privacy as he took care of some much needed business. But Castiel wanted to know where Sam was thinking of eating and the next thing he knows they are ordering Chinese food and Sam is trying to convince Castiel to watch Buffy.
By the time the evening had arrived, Sam was thoroughly content to prop his laptop on Castiel's big bed as they leaned their heads in together to watch the first episode of Buffy and for Castiel to complain how inaccurate it all was. As the episode was finished, Sam stretched his muscles, and caught a glimpse of something he hadn't noticed before.
"Castiel ... is that a mistletoe?" Sam asked.
Castiel looked up and Sam could see him frown at the little plant.
"I believe so, I do not know why but Gabriel was very insistent that I put that up. He said it was good luck," Castiel explained.
"You do know that traditionally two people under mistletoe have to kiss right?" Sam asked.
"So we must kiss?" Castiel asked.
Smiling nervously, Sam went for a quick peck on the cheek, but Castiel apparently had other ideas. With a surprising firm grip, he grabbed Sam's head and mashed their mouths together. It was messy and awkward, but Sam wouldn't change it for the world. He simply relaxed and let Castiel discover how to make it pleasurable, how to flick his tongue and move his lips against Sam's. It was like the other man didn't even need air, he just kept kissing and kissing until Sam couldn't help but to move closer, to place his hands on Castiel's lower back and bring him closer.
When Castiel finally moved his lips away, Sam couldn't help but tentatively lick along the jawline and marveled at how responsive Castiel was, as he arched his neck back and let Sam attack his neck with nips and licks that were sure to leave marks. Rolling them slightly so that he was on top of Castiel, Sam couldn't help but feel a thrill at the hard length pressed up against him.
He wondered how experience Castiel was, if he should say this was his first time with a man, but then Castiel mimicked what Sam had done to his neck and Sam was arching back, pressing their hard lengths together, making the ache intensify with every roll of his hips.
Suddenly there were too many clothes. Castiel's trench coat was thrown across the room, and shirts were unbuttoned. As each piece of skin became available, Sam was happy to pay it special attention, making Castiel moan as he had with the Chai Tea Latte. It is perfect. Pushing the shirt further away, Sam is able to flick at his nipples and watches as Castiel squirms. He wonders how he could have ever thought this man was emotionless, not now as he arches up from beneath him, as he slips his hand under Sam's shirt and practically claws at his back with blunt finger nails and digging into the muscles.
Sam's desperate to remove the layers now, to get the shirts and pants off. His hands shake with the need. Castiel raises his hips to allow Sam to slide his trousers and boxers off. Standing back, Sam takes in the sight of Castiel spread across his bed, naked and ready and beautiful. With those deep blue eyes following his every movement, Sam reaches down, and removes his own jeans and underwear, letting Castiel see him do it.
Sam takes a minute to enjoy this fantasy come to live. He kneels on the bed between Castiel's spread legs and with a shaking hand, he slides his palms up Castiel's inner thighs until he reaches the swollen cock. He palms and rolls the balls and watches as Castiel tosses his head back and closes his eyes. Sam wants to hear that moan again, the Chai Tea Latte moan.
Not letting himself think too much, Sam takes Castiel in his mouth. He goes too far down, and chokes a bit as the head of the cock hits his throat. He backs off a bit, trying to breath through his nose. He's never done this before. He's had one or two blowjobs under his belt, but he had always been the recipient. It's much different to have the weight of it pressed against his tongue, to feel his jaw ache to keep it open. But Castiel's moaning non-stop and so Sam tries to suck harder and jack the parts he can't reach with his mouth. The moans get louder and Sam presses himself against the mattress, desperate for some release but unwilling to let go of Castiel.
"Sam!" Castiel called out, his normally deep gravelly voice almost unrecognizable, only a deep growl that made Sam whimper and suck harder, his hands working the cock faster. He ignored the pain in his aching jaw. Castiel started thrusting his hips up a bit, but every time he did Sam could feel himself choking, so he moved his head back to work on the tip. Moving his tongue against the slit, he felt Castiel freeze below him as, without warning, Castiel shot his load into Sam's unexpecting mouth. Coughing and pulling away, Sam bit into the thigh to keep his own groan muffled. His had kept stroking Castiel through his climax, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Some of Castiel's release hit his cheek.
As Castiel's cock softened, Sam crawled up his body and straddled the prone figure below him. Hoping it would be alright, Sam looked down at Castiel with his messed up hair and flushed expression and started to jack himself off. He imagined spurting his release all over Castiel's chest and face, watching Castiel just take it, moaning as each splash hit him.
He could feel Castiel's iron grip on his legs, travelling up to cup his bottom and suddenly with a spurt of strength, Castiel pulled him forward, so that his privates were dangling right in front of his face. Sam braced himself against the headboard as Castiel leaned up and engulfed Sam's cock in his mouth. Reciprocating Sam's earlier actions, Castiel used one hand to roll the balls and stroke what his mouth wasn't able to reach. Sam couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, but Castiel seemed much better than Sam had been. Castiel didn't even hesitate to take him deeper, to stroke him faster, to cup his bottom and drag him closer. Gripping the headboard, Sam was able to do shallow thrusts as he fucked Castiel's mouth. It was so tempting to just snap, to see how much Castiel could take, but he didn't. He simply held on so tight his arms were shaking and he almost blacked out from the force of his climax.
Afterwards, as the evening light peered weakly in and onto the bed the two of them were sprawled naked in, Sam couldn't help but fling one arm over Castiel and cuddle in closer. Castiel turned towards him and allowed their bodies to be slotted together for the ample amount of cuddling.
"My family cast me out too," Sam said suddenly. He pressed his head against Castiel's and could see him staring at him, waiting for Sam to continue. "I wanted to go to school, to come here, and they didn't want me to, and so they told me to never contact them again."
"I disobeyed," Castiel admitted quietly. "I was giving an order not to get involved, but I did. If I didn't people would have been hurt. So they told me I was on my own."
"At least you have Gabriel," Sam said gently. "My brother didn't even ... I thought for sure he would have ignored Dad. I thought we were closer than that but he didn't. He just cut me out."
"Gabriel is a good brother, he was also cast out, he understands ..." Castiel admitted, his hands absently stroking Sam's sides. Sam pressed more kisses along Castiel's jaw line.
Sam presses in closer, let’s Castiel hesitantly put his arm around him; let’s himself forget about brothers and fathers and families. He can’t tell Castiel about hunting, he wants to, but he’s seen what happens to people. Once you know about it, it was impossible not to be dragged in. The last thing he wanted was to think of Castiel fighting monsters.
The next morning as Sam convinced Castiel to get a shower with him. Sam once again gets on his knees, ignored the pain of the shower tiles and takes Castiel in his mouth. It is a bit easier this time, and Sam is happy to see Castiel lose control and grip his hair tightly. Afterwards as Castiel recovered from his orgasm, he pulls Sam so his back was pressed against his front and strokes him to completion at a brutal pace that had Sam’s head thrown back against Castiel’s shoulder and his body thrusting into Castiel’s grip. Pressing wet, open mouthed, lazy kisses against Castiel’s neck he let the other man lead him out of the shower.
As Sam searched Castiel’s place for food to make a proper breakfast, he got a text message from Jess.
So how was last night with Castiel?
For a split second he considered leaving her in the dark about the latest development, but then he thought about the months she had spent convincing him that it would be okay to make a move and trying to get them together. He figured he couldn’t let his real first friend down in that way.
Great. Ends up he’s very good with his mouth and his bed can certainly withhold a full night’s activities
Oh god, u serious?
;)
I hate u
His dick is lovely.
FINALLY! Seriously was worried about u - u should have tapped that ages ago
I got around to it
Took u long enough
How was ur night
My little cousin ate too many xmas chocs and puked in the stuffing. It’s been joyous
Well, just think of me having sex while ur eating puke-stuffing
Ew, gross, i would rather have puke-stuffing then see u naked
Keep telling urself that
Seriously hate u
I better go - making bfast for Castiel
Fine. Go be happy.
Bye!
Bye. And congrats.
Thnx
There was nothing but cereal in the entire house, and so with two bowls of dry cereal completed and a grocery list compiled after finding out that Castiel had never been grocery shopping, Sam didn’t think today could get any better. Then the door bell rang.
“So I hear you’ve finally popped your cherry!” Gabriel said, his voice booming all the way into the kitchen where Sam choked on the dry cereal and chased it down with some tap water. “About time little brother. Only been what? A few millennium?”
Sam rolled his eyes, and screwed up his courage before heading out to see Gabriel making himself at home on the sofa. His feet were propped on the coffee table and he spread his arms lazily over the back cushion.
“And there he is! The man of the hour!” Gabriel announced when he saw Sam.
“How do you know?” Sam asked. After all, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since they had finally made their way into bed together.
“I have my sources,” Gabriel smirked, waving a would-be -carefree hand around.
“Jess called you, didn’t she?” Sam asked.
“Yep. Heard about her little cousin, now that is a kid that can’t handle his candy,” Gabriel quipped, whipping out several candies from his inside pockets and choosing one before popping it into his mouth.
“So you came over to tell me you knew I was having sex?” Castiel asked bluntly, not looking even slightly embarrassed.
“No, not really, I wanted to borrow back our family book,” Gabriel said, sharing a meaningful glance with Castiel that went right over Sam’s head. “Would you mind getting it for me?”
Castiel nodded jerkily, and left Sam along with his brother.
“So, what are your intentions with the baby of the family?” Gabriel asked, as soon as Castiel left.
“What?” Sam laughed.
Gabriel stood up slowly and stalked toward him. Suddenly there was something, almost elemental, that was absolutely terrifying about the man. As if he radiated a power and presence that was completely frightening to behold.
“What are your intentions?”
“Listen, I get you are looking out for you brother, and I can’t promise anything but ... Castiel means a lot to me. I think I ... I care about him a lot. I don’t know what more you want me to say,” Sam admitted, looking on as Gabriel got closer.
“My baby brother has been through a lot. Our entire family has left him to his own devices and if it wasn’t for me he would be dead by now. So I want to make this very clear. If you mess with him, or hurt him in any way, you will have the wrath of the gods raining down on you, do you inderstand?” Gabriel asked, his smile so lethal that Sam felt his stomach clench in fear.
“I would never hurt him, not if I could help it,” Sam promised. “I would hate myself if I ever did. And I know about your family, Castiel told me.”
“He didn’t tell you everything, just like I know you haven’t told him everything about your past,” Gabriel said.
“We told each other enough,” Sam said.
“You’re a good kid Sam, I hope this works out for the two of you,” Gabriel said, stepping back as Castiel came back with a backpack he gave to Gabriel. After he left, Castiel turned to Sam and asked what he had wanted to talk to him about. Sam told him about the threat and promise of wrathful vengeance, Castiel didn’t think it was funny at all, but was unable to complain because Sam was slowly getting rid of his clothing.
That Christmas, Sam used his work key to break into Perks and make a special Chai Tea Latte for Castiel. They stripped each other bare in the back office, where no camera would catch them and got each other off with the enthusiasm of new lovers. Walking back, with his arms around his boyfriend, he could help but kiss him passionately as they passed by Sam's dormitory.
Breaking away from Castiel Sam thinks he catches a glimpse of a black impala. He doesn't know if it's his Dad or Dean or wishful thinking, but he tightens his grip on Castiel.
There is still so much he needs to come clean about, about his past and hunting and his family. He still doesn’t know Castiel’s past and he still needs to explain his own. But right now, he's just like anyone else, celebrating the holidays with someone he loves.