dr. sexy drabble
The bed sags beside Dean as Castiel slides in under the sheets. Dean shifts, lifting an arm to wrap it possessively around Cas’ shoulders and pull him close, so that Cas can lay his head on Dean’s bare chest. Dean grips Cas’ shoulder with one hand. With his thumb, he rubs small circles in the smooth skin. Cas scoots even closer, entwining his legs with Dean’s.
“You ready for this?” Dean asks, anticipation lacing his voice.
Cas makes a soft grunting sound and his breath tickles Dean’s nipple. “I don’t understand your fascination with the lives of fictional doctors…should I be jealous of Dr. Sexy?”
“Shut up, Cas.” Dean leans down and presses a playful kiss to the tip of Cas’ nose before gripping the remote and turning the volume up on the TV, just in time for the opening credits of the latest Dr. Sexy episode.
It’s not a secret between them that Castiel only watches the show for Dean, who makes it up to his angel in other ways. But in their relationship, Dr. Sexy time is Dr. Sexy time, not to be interrupted for anything else. And Cas generally allows this to go unchallenged.
Tonight, though, he’s not so sure he’s willing to let it pass. Dean seems to have completely forgotten that it’s their five-and-a-half-month anniversary, and he’s pretty sure that among humans, such events are generally celebrated - often in an intimate manner.
Well, Cas can fix that. The recap of last week’s episode is playing, so he tilts his head back and presses a kiss to Dean’s collarbone. Then another, to the soft skin at the base of his neck. Then at his jawbone, and finally, up to his lips -
“Cas,” Dean mumbles as their lips touch. He pulls back and grins. “Just give it an hour, okay? Plenty of time for that after the show.”
Cas subsides in silent frustration as Dean turns his attention firmly back to the TV. The show’s started in earnest now, so Cas’ job just got harder. He gives it a moment, watching through what is (in his opinion anyway) a cringe-inducingly awkward elevator scene, then drags his hand up and over Dean’s chest where he starts tracing lines and shapes with a finger.
Dean doesn’t react. He’s glued to some kind of argument between a trio of doctors over the best way to treat an overly co-dependent brother and sister, so Cas begins tracing loops lower, dancing over Dean’s ribs and caressing his hipbones. He plays with the elastic of Dean’s boxers and slips his hand inside.
That finally gets Dean’s attention. He shifts slightly and Cas sees his tongue dart out subconsciously to lick dry lips. The angel emphasizes the point his hand is making by nipping at Dean’s earlobe, sucking softly and humming a suggestive tone in his ear.
Dean groans. “Cas…” As soon as the show cuts for a commercial break, he rolls, pinning Cas to the bed beneath him. “Okay, you needy angelic bastard you, we’ve got about give minutes, so let’s make it good, huh?”
Castiel opens his mouth eagerly as Dean’s tongue asserts the point with a hard kiss and moans in agreement. With Dean on top of him tasting faintly of the apple pie he had with dinner, Cas will take what he can get.
“You ready for this?” Dean asks, anticipation lacing his voice.
Cas makes a soft grunting sound and his breath tickles Dean’s nipple. “I don’t understand your fascination with the lives of fictional doctors…should I be jealous of Dr. Sexy?”
“Shut up, Cas.” Dean leans down and presses a playful kiss to the tip of Cas’ nose before gripping the remote and turning the volume up on the TV, just in time for the opening credits of the latest Dr. Sexy episode.
It’s not a secret between them that Castiel only watches the show for Dean, who makes it up to his angel in other ways. But in their relationship, Dr. Sexy time is Dr. Sexy time, not to be interrupted for anything else. And Cas generally allows this to go unchallenged.
Tonight, though, he’s not so sure he’s willing to let it pass. Dean seems to have completely forgotten that it’s their five-and-a-half-month anniversary, and he’s pretty sure that among humans, such events are generally celebrated - often in an intimate manner.
Well, Cas can fix that. The recap of last week’s episode is playing, so he tilts his head back and presses a kiss to Dean’s collarbone. Then another, to the soft skin at the base of his neck. Then at his jawbone, and finally, up to his lips -
“Cas,” Dean mumbles as their lips touch. He pulls back and grins. “Just give it an hour, okay? Plenty of time for that after the show.”
Cas subsides in silent frustration as Dean turns his attention firmly back to the TV. The show’s started in earnest now, so Cas’ job just got harder. He gives it a moment, watching through what is (in his opinion anyway) a cringe-inducingly awkward elevator scene, then drags his hand up and over Dean’s chest where he starts tracing lines and shapes with a finger.
Dean doesn’t react. He’s glued to some kind of argument between a trio of doctors over the best way to treat an overly co-dependent brother and sister, so Cas begins tracing loops lower, dancing over Dean’s ribs and caressing his hipbones. He plays with the elastic of Dean’s boxers and slips his hand inside.
That finally gets Dean’s attention. He shifts slightly and Cas sees his tongue dart out subconsciously to lick dry lips. The angel emphasizes the point his hand is making by nipping at Dean’s earlobe, sucking softly and humming a suggestive tone in his ear.
Dean groans. “Cas…” As soon as the show cuts for a commercial break, he rolls, pinning Cas to the bed beneath him. “Okay, you needy angelic bastard you, we’ve got about give minutes, so let’s make it good, huh?”
Castiel opens his mouth eagerly as Dean’s tongue asserts the point with a hard kiss and moans in agreement. With Dean on top of him tasting faintly of the apple pie he had with dinner, Cas will take what he can get.