Fic: How To Keep Your Secret Marriage.....Kink-Meme
How to Keep Your Secret Marriage....A Secret.
TWO: No Sex In Public Places,...You’re Bound to Get Caught.
Dean’s life sucked.
This fact should be written in stone because it was unchangeable…well maybe he was being too harsh. He did somehow manage to talk Castiel into taking him after all.
But still….Dean hadn’t had sex in weeks.
Weeks.
Three of them to be exact.
When Cas had finally shown up, a week after Dean almost got caught with his hand in the wedding jar, Dean hadn’t been able to get enough time alone with the angel to properly welcome him back. A quick brush of lips while Sam’s giant feet pounded on the stairs and made their way to them did not a home-coming make. There hadn’t even been any tongue. Then Sam had dragged Cas away to geek out over some new ancient text Bobby had recently acquired. And that…that wasn’t so bad because it was moments like these that gave Dean hope that his brother was still there.
Somewhere.
He had grumbled, moaned and bitched while throwing looks, that so were not sulky, at the pair. When Dean had thought about Cas coming back to him after nearly two weeks with Cas gone and dealing with Heaven’s bullshit, Dean hadn’t thought that Cas would spend hours reading text almost as old as he was. When the covers of the books were finally shut with loud thumps and a puff of dust Dean had been stupid enough to think he would get sometime alone with his….with his husband.
Stupid, stupid Dean.
Sam had thanked the angel and stared at him for a whole two minutes until Cas realized Sam wasn’t going anywhere and was actually waiting for him to leave. Dean sent his husband a sympathetic look and a tilt of his lips and watched as he flapped off to who-the-hell knew where…
….Messy blowjobs in the parking lot of the motel he and Sam were staying in did not count as sex…
Dean had been tossing and turning on the too hard, too limp bed when the flapping of wings filled the room. White sheets that were beginning to turn yellow twisted around his legs and pulled down to relive his bare chest, Dean sat up like a shot. It only took a glance around before he was scrambling out of bed, not bothering to pull on a shirt or a pair of shoes before making his way to the door. He threw a quick look over his shoulder at the bed Sam was curled up on, his eyes moving fast behind his close eyelids and Dean wondered not for the first time what his little brother dreamed about.
Those thoughts were pushed away when he saw the angel leaning against his black baby. The metal of the Impala was polished and glossy beneath the one working street light. Weak and orange it threw shadowy bars over the parking lot and framed the blue-eyed, dark haired heavenly creature that Dean had attached himself to. ..It still amazed Dean that he had this. That he had Cas….
Dean had been rushed and too damn hard for it too last long. For it to be the proper welcoming he wanted for the angel. His blood was hot, his skin flushed, and his breath coming out in labored pants. He would have been embarrassed that he came after only a couple of minutes of Cas working his dick with that sweet, warn and wet torturous tongue that knew how to play Dean like an instrument if it hadn’t been so damn good.
Cas had sucked him down while kneeling on the hard cold black pavement. It couldn’t have been comfortable but Cas only ignored it, worming his hand between Dean’s thighs and behind his heavy balls. Teeth had teased the pulsing head, fingers pushing and probing, sliding slick and wet into his greedy ass that never wanted to let Cas go. It was when Cas had hummed around the hard length in his mouth, a wrecked and wanton sound that resembled Dean’s name and shot through the hunter like a jolt of fire-hot lightening. The smooth line of Cas’ throat had worked to swallow the thick white seed that Dean’s dick shot out. Then the angel had proceeded to rut against Dean’s thigh, pushing his dick hard and rough into soft, pliable skin. While Dean tongued the musky, salt taste of himself from Cas’ mouth.
It was rough and dirty and so damn hot. But his husband….and yeah that was still weird for him….deserved more.
….More didn’t come….what did come was wet and hot hand jobs in the shower.
Dean loved his angel, he really-really did. And when that angel suddenly appears in the bathroom while Dean’s in the shower and stroking himself while thinking of those blue eyes becoming dark with lust as the angel holds him down and fucks him….well he would even sing his love to the heavens….That is if his pain in the ass brother wasn’t in the next room with no more than a shit-paper thin wall separating them.
But Dean was a smart man, he could improvise.
Water had soaked Cas’ clothing before the angel whisked them away with a thought. Then there was only naked flesh, sharp angles, and soft lines that Dean knew so well. Dean pressed into Cas, crowding him back against the wall and whispering his love’s name. Soft words of praise dripped from his tongue like honey while he petted the angel, getting him nice and hard and ready for Dean’s fun.
Cas lapped up the words, the kinky bastard loving it when Dean prayed to him. The hunter had even made his angel come like that at one point…Dean had loved it even more than Cas…
…Cas who was moaning something beautiful…his angel was vocal when they were together. Grunting and growling and practically shouting as he commanded Dean’s body, demanding its submission and turning the hunter into a writhing mess in the process. But, as much as Dean got off on hearing how he affects Cas, he needed the angel to be quit. Sam had turned into a fucking bat during his time in the pit and the bastard picked up on any little sound.
As if on cue there was a knock on the door.
“Dean?”
Cas stilled, Dean froze.
“Fine Sam.”
“You sure, I thought….”
“You want to open the door and see how sure I am.”
That shut his baby brother up and the naked pair listened as Sam moved away from the door.
“Sorry about that.”
“Dean, why are you apologizing?”
Dean shrugged and then took Cas’ mouth. He pushed his tongue inside; a hand moving down to stroke Cas’ hard dick where it poked him in the thigh, the other pulling gently on the angel’s heavy balls.
Dean wanted Cas to fuck him. He really-really did, so much so that he could feel his greedy ass twitching with the needed to be filled. But there was no way they could stay quiet, and he wasn’t ready for Sam to know about them. And he sure as hell wasn’t ready for his baby brother to find him bent over with his ass being pounded by the resident nerd angel.
And Cas could take them away with a thought but Sam being the little bitch he was probably would come looking for Dean and then he would have to listen to Sam questioning of where Dean had gone to. And why he left his clothes behind to go there.
So instead on asking his angel to take them somewhere where Dean could ride the angel until his eyes were twisted in his head and the angel’s true form was threatening to burst from the pleasure. Dean held his angel close and rocked into him, seeking friction for his dick and he squeezed and played and made the other being come.
Cas then kissed Dean and placed a hand on the brand on Dean’s shoulder. It made Dean’s knees quake and he came so fucking hard he had no idea how he hadn’t passed out. It was cheating….but fuck Dean really didn’t care.
“I have to go Dean.”Cas whispered against his lips. “I love you.”
And if Cas hadn’t looked like a drowned kitten at that moment Dean would have been pissed. …
…Attempting to have sex on an old rust bucket in the salvage yard probably hadn’t been Dean’s brightest idea ever….again he really, really needed to think these things over. And not when Bobby was standing over them and looking like he knew what they have been up to…or trying to be up to as the case maybe.
Moments before he had been naked, gloriously naked with an equally naked angel pressed on top of him. Cas had been working his ass open with three magical fingers that knew where to touch to make Dean squirm and beg and come. Oh, how Dean had wanted to come, he hadn’t even cared that it he could caught some disease from the old metal scratching at his back. He only had ignored the slight pain, he had an angel that could cure him from anything he’d catch anyways, and spread his legs open wider. Needing Cas to fuck him…
Then Cas had pulled back and Dean had stupidly believed he was going to get what he’d needed for days now. Only to feel the soft weight and warmth of clothing settling over his body. The footsteps had followed that and Dean had opened an eye to see Bobby rounding a stack of cars. He had stopped and stared at Dean and Cas and was still staring at the pair.
Dean was now calling this Rule Number Two: No having Sex in Public Places, With a Hunter’s Luck You’re Bound to Get Caught.
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