Re: Dean/Cas -- Impala sexthegrrrl2002May 31 2010, 02:26:16 UTC
Dean wakes to a touch of a hand on his shoulder. He flails, bumps his head against the car window and snarls, "what the--"
And then Cas's lips are on his. Dean goes with it-- it's Cas,after all, and Dean certainly likes kissing him although really, he was trying to get some much-needed sleep after driving all freaking day. So when Cas slides a hand along his thigh and up over his crotch, it's all a bit much.
"Hey, hello," Dean says, breaking off the kiss. "How are you doing, good to see you, Cas."
Cas pulls back, although his hand remains on Dean's crotch. "So now pleasantries are required as a prelude to sex?"
"Yes," Dean insists. Which is a bit unfair, considering that time in the warehouse. Cas remembers, too, judging by the look on his face. "Okay, fine--but you have to at least check if the other person is in the mood."
"Like you did, that time in the library, when the security guard was making his rounds and we had to be quiet?" Cas leans in, pressing his hand against Dean's cock.
Dean swallows a moan and squirms. "That doesn't count, you were all pressed up against me and--and hey, we're not talking about that, okay?"
Now that, that had been hot, one hand down Cas's pants, the other hand clamped over Cas's mouth. Who knew angels could be so noisy?
Cas nods solemnly. "What are we talking about then?"
"I'm just--" Dean rubs his eyes. "You woke me out of sound sleep." He winces at the petulance in his voice.
With a huff of annoyance, Cas reaches out and touches Dean's cheek. "Hello Dean. How are you on this lovely evening?"
"Oh, shut up," Dean growls. He yanks Cas in close and kisses him, licking into Cas's mouth, lewd and dirty. Cas moans and slides closer, until he's practically in Dean's lap, still kissing frantically but when Dean tries to hook an arm around Cas's waist he gets tangled in the freaking coat. Cas has managed to get him unfastened and unzipped but even though the back seat of the Impala is wide he can't quite tug Dean's pants down, the position is too awkward.
"Hey, hey," Dean says, face pressed against Cas's neck. "Can't you just zap us to a nice hotel room somewhere?"
"Perhaps." Cas slips a hand inside Dean's briefs, warm fingers wrapping around Dean's cock.
Dean groans and clutches, fingers twisting in Cas's suit jacket. So fucking good, the way Cas touches him, he can barely even think, never mind talk. He puts a hand over Cas's, stilling it on his cock. "So, why not a hotel room?"
Cas pulls back, and even in the moonlight, Dean can see Cas's eyes shifting. "We could, if you like."
"Cas," Dean warns, although with Cas's hand on his cock, he's not exactly sounding fierce.
"All right. " Cas sits back, although when he tries to remove his hand from Dean's cock, Dean tightens his grip and keeps it there. "This, this car," Cas says, looking everywhere except at Dean. It's...I like it."
And Dean gets it. "It's called a kink, Cas," he explains, laughing.
Cas looks at him. "Yes, I believe so."
Dean grins. "Awesome." He kisses Cas, then laughs some more. He's good with it. Really, really good with it.
First though, he insists Cas sit back and take the damn coat off, and the suit jacket, and the tie, and then lets Cas have at him. Dean ends up naked, slumped back sideways, one foot hooked over the front seat, the other pulled up to his chest as Cas sucks his cock and yeah, maybe it's cold out and the vinyl seat covering sticks to his back and the arm rest is crushing his ear but it's the best fucking blowjob ever.
And after Dean comes (and comes and comes and comes) he repays in kind, watching Cas's hands slide over the car door and seat and anything else he can reach and Cas can make all the noise he wants to, there's no one around for miles, just knee-deep grass as far as the eye can see.
After it's all over and they're sticky and sweaty and Dean starts to think they'll never get the clothes sorted out, Cas reaches out to him, smiling fondly. In the blink of an eye Dean finds himself on an enormous bed, soft and clean with fluffy white pillows. Cas is beside him, all warm naked skin. The sheets feel fantastic, Cas's body even more so, and Dean doesn't even bother to ask where they are, he just closes his eyes, pulls Cas close, and falls into a deep profound sleep.
And then Cas's lips are on his. Dean goes with it-- it's Cas,after all, and Dean certainly likes kissing him although really, he was trying to get some much-needed sleep after driving all freaking day. So when Cas slides a hand along his thigh and up over his crotch, it's all a bit much.
"Hey, hello," Dean says, breaking off the kiss. "How are you doing, good to see you, Cas."
Cas pulls back, although his hand remains on Dean's crotch. "So now pleasantries are required as a prelude to sex?"
"Yes," Dean insists. Which is a bit unfair, considering that time in the warehouse. Cas remembers, too, judging by the look on his face. "Okay, fine--but you have to at least check if the other person is in the mood."
"Like you did, that time in the library, when the security guard was making his rounds and we had to be quiet?" Cas leans in, pressing his hand against Dean's cock.
Dean swallows a moan and squirms. "That doesn't count, you were all pressed up against me and--and hey, we're not talking about that, okay?"
Now that, that had been hot, one hand down Cas's pants, the other hand clamped over Cas's mouth. Who knew angels could be so noisy?
Cas nods solemnly. "What are we talking about then?"
"I'm just--" Dean rubs his eyes. "You woke me out of sound sleep." He winces at the petulance in his voice.
With a huff of annoyance, Cas reaches out and touches Dean's cheek. "Hello Dean. How are you on this lovely evening?"
"Oh, shut up," Dean growls. He yanks Cas in close and kisses him, licking into Cas's mouth, lewd and dirty. Cas moans and slides closer, until he's practically in Dean's lap, still kissing frantically but when Dean tries to hook an arm around Cas's waist he gets tangled in the freaking coat. Cas has managed to get him unfastened and unzipped but even though the back seat of the Impala is wide he can't quite tug Dean's pants down, the position is too awkward.
"Hey, hey," Dean says, face pressed against Cas's neck. "Can't you just zap us to a nice hotel room somewhere?"
"Perhaps." Cas slips a hand inside Dean's briefs, warm fingers wrapping around Dean's cock.
Dean groans and clutches, fingers twisting in Cas's suit jacket. So fucking good, the way Cas touches him, he can barely even think, never mind talk. He puts a hand over Cas's, stilling it on his cock. "So, why not a hotel room?"
Cas pulls back, and even in the moonlight, Dean can see Cas's eyes shifting. "We could, if you like."
"Cas," Dean warns, although with Cas's hand on his cock, he's not exactly sounding fierce.
"All right. " Cas sits back, although when he tries to remove his hand from Dean's cock, Dean tightens his grip and keeps it there. "This, this car," Cas says, looking everywhere except at Dean. It's...I like it."
And Dean gets it. "It's called a kink, Cas," he explains, laughing.
Cas looks at him. "Yes, I believe so."
Dean grins. "Awesome." He kisses Cas, then laughs some more. He's good with it. Really, really good with it.
First though, he insists Cas sit back and take the damn coat off, and the suit jacket, and the tie, and then lets Cas have at him. Dean ends up naked, slumped back sideways, one foot hooked over the front seat, the other pulled up to his chest as Cas sucks his cock and yeah, maybe it's cold out and the vinyl seat covering sticks to his back and the arm rest is crushing his ear but it's the best fucking blowjob ever.
And after Dean comes (and comes and comes and comes) he repays in kind, watching Cas's hands slide over the car door and seat and anything else he can reach and Cas can make all the noise he wants to, there's no one around for miles, just knee-deep grass as far as the eye can see.
After it's all over and they're sticky and sweaty and Dean starts to think they'll never get the clothes sorted out, Cas reaches out to him, smiling fondly. In the blink of an eye Dean finds himself on an enormous bed, soft and clean with fluffy white pillows. Cas is beside him, all warm naked skin. The sheets feel fantastic, Cas's body even more so, and Dean doesn't even bother to ask where they are, he just closes his eyes, pulls Cas close, and falls into a deep profound sleep.
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With a huff of annoyance, Cas reaches out and touches Dean's cheek. "Hello Dean. How are you on this lovely evening?"
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So glad you enjoyed!
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I love how Cas is somewhere between human and angelic in his interaction. Fits his character nicely, I think.
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You win at life.
Lovely, my dear!
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