Fic: The Kiss of Cloth Bobby/ trenchcoat NC-17
Title: The Kiss of Cloth
Author: Argyleowl
Characters/Pairings: Bobby/ trenchcoat
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 846
Spoilers/Warnings: Set in mid season 5, cargo fic
Summary: On a hot summer's day Cas leaves his trenchcoat unguarded in Bobby's kitchen.
Notes: Umm... this fic might be a bit icky, I wanted to do a silly crack!fic where Bobby has sexual relations with Cas' trenchcoat. I've been wanting to write it for a while and since I couldn't sleep at all tonight I decided to just do it right now.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine- which is just as well for them.
It was a hot day in Sioux Falls and Bobby was in his kitchen, sat on his wheelchair and gazing out of the window. Dean, Sam and Castiel were at the table in the yard, no doubt discussing the upcoming apocalypse. He could see them from the kitchen and stray words would occasionally get caught on the wind and carry over to him- ‘Lucifer’, ‘Horsemen’, ‘impossible’. He sighed and rolled away from the window. He’d just like to go one damned day without thinking about the end of the world. There were times that he would wish it would just happen so it would be over and done with and he could be with his wife again. He paused for a moment and thought about what things would be like if Karen was here. For starters, she would know just how to take his mind off things. Without thinking he ran his hand down the front of his pants and felt the growing bulge. It felt good as he stroked himself through the denim, and with a quick glance behind him to check that the boys were still deep in conversation outside he unzipped his flies and released himself. As he was gently stroking the shaft with clammy hands he noticed Castiel’s trenchcoat draped over the back of a chair. Although Castiel himself did not feel the heat Dean had said it made him feel hot just seeing him in it and made him take it off. He reached a hand out and stroked the fabric. It was softer than he expected and he pursed his lips in consideration. He had admired the trenchcoat for some time now and there was something about being alone in the house with it now that made his skin tingle and his heart pound.
Bobby tenderly took the coat from the chair and held it to his face. It felt good on his skin and his beard bristled against it. He breathed in heavily, scenting the cloth. Castiel’s angelic powers meant that his clothes, as an extension of his body, did not age and did not need mending or cleaning. The coat somehow smelt brand new and comfortably worn at the same time and it was exhilarating. A button brushed against his cheek and the refreshing coolness of it made him shudder. That was it; he knew he couldn’t put it down now. He lowered it to his groin and wrapped it gingerly around his penis and watched as a small damp patch formed around the head. Squeezing gently he dragged the cloth along the length of his member and back down again, shutting his eyes and breathing out heavily. The feeling was wonderful, far more pleasant than the course ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron that he would usually use. Wonderful tactile feelings aside, there was something exciting about using the overcoat of an Angel of the Lord which reminded him of being a teenager and quietly masturbating into a sock whilst his parents slept in the next room. He shouldn’t be doing this, one of the boys could walk back in at any moment and catch him at it, but it just felt too good to stop.
He quickened his strokes and looked down to see the cloth bunched up against his belly and draping over his knees. He could do with some lubrication as the friction was making his palms and penis sore, but he didn’t want to stop even for a moment and he knew it wouldn’t take him long to finish. Dimly, in the back of his mind, he was wondering how he would be able to explain the mess to Castiel and wondering if Castiel would say anything to Dean or Sam, but this only added to the sense of excitement he had. “I’m a bad boy,” he grunted gruffly, “such a bad boy.” The wheelchair squeaked as he rocked his body backwards and forwards rhythmically, faster and faster.
With a grunt he came onto the trenchcoat and sat hunched over, gently massaging his cock and breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a flannel sleeve and slowly blew air out through his mouth. That was good.
He stroked the trenchcoat one last time and placed it back onto the chair, careful to position it so that it did not drip onto the floor. Turning his chair around, he saw that Sam, Dean and Castiel were still outside and he breathed a sigh of relief.
** *
Castiel followed Dean back into the kitchen. Dean immediately went over to the fridge for a beer and Castiel headed to the chair where his trenchcoat hung. Picking it up, he could immediately see a gloopy white substance hanging off it. Again. “Dean, did you spill something on my coat again?” Dean turned in surprise, blushing slightly.
“What? No, That wasn’t me this time, I swear” he said as he shuffled out of the room, his face crinkled in confusion. Looks like I’m not the only one with a thing for the trenchcoat, he thought to himself.
Fin
Author: Argyleowl
Characters/Pairings: Bobby/ trenchcoat
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 846
Spoilers/Warnings: Set in mid season 5, cargo fic
Summary: On a hot summer's day Cas leaves his trenchcoat unguarded in Bobby's kitchen.
Notes: Umm... this fic might be a bit icky, I wanted to do a silly crack!fic where Bobby has sexual relations with Cas' trenchcoat. I've been wanting to write it for a while and since I couldn't sleep at all tonight I decided to just do it right now.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine- which is just as well for them.
It was a hot day in Sioux Falls and Bobby was in his kitchen, sat on his wheelchair and gazing out of the window. Dean, Sam and Castiel were at the table in the yard, no doubt discussing the upcoming apocalypse. He could see them from the kitchen and stray words would occasionally get caught on the wind and carry over to him- ‘Lucifer’, ‘Horsemen’, ‘impossible’. He sighed and rolled away from the window. He’d just like to go one damned day without thinking about the end of the world. There were times that he would wish it would just happen so it would be over and done with and he could be with his wife again. He paused for a moment and thought about what things would be like if Karen was here. For starters, she would know just how to take his mind off things. Without thinking he ran his hand down the front of his pants and felt the growing bulge. It felt good as he stroked himself through the denim, and with a quick glance behind him to check that the boys were still deep in conversation outside he unzipped his flies and released himself. As he was gently stroking the shaft with clammy hands he noticed Castiel’s trenchcoat draped over the back of a chair. Although Castiel himself did not feel the heat Dean had said it made him feel hot just seeing him in it and made him take it off. He reached a hand out and stroked the fabric. It was softer than he expected and he pursed his lips in consideration. He had admired the trenchcoat for some time now and there was something about being alone in the house with it now that made his skin tingle and his heart pound.
Bobby tenderly took the coat from the chair and held it to his face. It felt good on his skin and his beard bristled against it. He breathed in heavily, scenting the cloth. Castiel’s angelic powers meant that his clothes, as an extension of his body, did not age and did not need mending or cleaning. The coat somehow smelt brand new and comfortably worn at the same time and it was exhilarating. A button brushed against his cheek and the refreshing coolness of it made him shudder. That was it; he knew he couldn’t put it down now. He lowered it to his groin and wrapped it gingerly around his penis and watched as a small damp patch formed around the head. Squeezing gently he dragged the cloth along the length of his member and back down again, shutting his eyes and breathing out heavily. The feeling was wonderful, far more pleasant than the course ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron that he would usually use. Wonderful tactile feelings aside, there was something exciting about using the overcoat of an Angel of the Lord which reminded him of being a teenager and quietly masturbating into a sock whilst his parents slept in the next room. He shouldn’t be doing this, one of the boys could walk back in at any moment and catch him at it, but it just felt too good to stop.
He quickened his strokes and looked down to see the cloth bunched up against his belly and draping over his knees. He could do with some lubrication as the friction was making his palms and penis sore, but he didn’t want to stop even for a moment and he knew it wouldn’t take him long to finish. Dimly, in the back of his mind, he was wondering how he would be able to explain the mess to Castiel and wondering if Castiel would say anything to Dean or Sam, but this only added to the sense of excitement he had. “I’m a bad boy,” he grunted gruffly, “such a bad boy.” The wheelchair squeaked as he rocked his body backwards and forwards rhythmically, faster and faster.
With a grunt he came onto the trenchcoat and sat hunched over, gently massaging his cock and breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a flannel sleeve and slowly blew air out through his mouth. That was good.
He stroked the trenchcoat one last time and placed it back onto the chair, careful to position it so that it did not drip onto the floor. Turning his chair around, he saw that Sam, Dean and Castiel were still outside and he breathed a sigh of relief.
** *
Castiel followed Dean back into the kitchen. Dean immediately went over to the fridge for a beer and Castiel headed to the chair where his trenchcoat hung. Picking it up, he could immediately see a gloopy white substance hanging off it. Again. “Dean, did you spill something on my coat again?” Dean turned in surprise, blushing slightly.
“What? No, That wasn’t me this time, I swear” he said as he shuffled out of the room, his face crinkled in confusion. Looks like I’m not the only one with a thing for the trenchcoat, he thought to himself.
Fin