TrenchCoat Sex
“It was me you kissed on New Year’s Eve.” Cas calmly stated. “Why?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know… I was bored, I guess. And pissed… And lonely. Mostly, lonely…” Dean replied his eyes downcast. “I know… It was stupid and reckless and… and…”
“Electrifying!” Cas cut him short, invading his personal space and brushing their lips together.
Dean felt the 1000 Volts current pass through him, just like that night. “Cas…” he moaned. He hated the loss of contact when Cas pulled his lips away. “I may have kept something else from you too.” He pulled back and headed to his side wall closet and pulled out the familiar looking bundle of beige from the bottom drawer. He unfurled it to reveal the coat and flapped it once.
Dean’s eyes widened in surprise as Cas slipped the coat on. It fit… perfectly. Like Cinderella and the glass slipper… as if it was made for him. “You mean… it’s it’s…” God! He hated how his brain had stopped processing coherent thoughts.
“Mine,” Cas completed. “It was me, Dean. It was always me,” he smiled. “You know… Nick told me.” Dean groaned, vaguely aware what Nick must have said. “He told me all about it…” The bastard was actually grinning. It did something to Dean’s insides. He felt heat travelling from his cheeks to his cock and back up.
“Oh God!” He groaned in embarrassment and thumped down on Sam’s bed, his head hidden in his hands. “Oh God!” Nick had told Cas about his rain-coat fetish. About how he’d worn that coat when he touched himself at night and whimpered for that unknown guy’s touch. And how after he lost the coat and met Cas that name had changed to 'Cas'. And now Cas knew about it. Oh God! He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He swallowed nervously. “Cas...”
Cas walked over and kneeled in front of him. “Say it, Dean,” he urged softly. Almost kindly. “Say what you did.”
Dean looked up and stared into the electric blue eyes. Something in them told him the guy was serious. That he wouldn’t make fun of him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. “I jerked off,” he admitted. “I jerked off to the coat. I jerked off to your coat…”
Next thing he knew, he was flat on his back and Cas on top of him ravaging his mouth with his tongue. Dean moaned and spread his legs apart so the Trenchcoated man was securely lodged between them. As their tongues continued their frantic mating dance, Dean’s hands moved from his side and secured themselves one around Cas’ waist and other in his hair, playing with the lush brown locks. It felt just like he’d always imagined.
Cas pulled their lips apart and Dean regretted the loss of the contact. He opened his eyes and looked into the blue eyes trippy with lust and love. “Cas…” he murmured the name rolling easily of his tongue as their lips found each other once again. But Cas moved on…
He moved on from Dean’s lips to his jaw… to his neck licking and sucking, leaving bruises… where Dean was pretty sure it would look like he was molested by some teenage Vampire. The other guy’s teeth found his sensitive spot and shock reverberated throughout his body, he felt his already stirring cock harden in desire. Cas must have felt it too because he pushed himself off Dean and stood up. Dean could make out the tent formed in his sweatpants.
Cas grinned and walked back to his corner. He pulled a sock from his drawer, walked purposefully to the door, opened it, stuck the sock on the knob and closed it behind him. He locked it for added measure. Dean was grateful… he did not want Sam to interrupt whatever they were doing.
He looked as Cas walked back to him until he was standing between Dean’s legs. He extended his arm, pulling Dean back into sitting position, then raising him back to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist and pulled him back into a passionate kiss. Their tongues meshed and Dean held onto the trenchcoat’s lapels to prevent his knees from buckling when Cas’ hands left him and found their way to his clothes.
Cas moved the kiss from his lips to his jaw as his fingers fiddled with Dean’s buttons, deliberately, teasingly slow. Dean could feel the heat dissipate throughout his torso, his erection painfully hard. “Cas…” he moaned, his tongue incapable of saying anything else. Cas finished with the buttons and deftly slipped the shirt of Dean’s back. Then he tugged at Dean’s under-shirt already staining with sweat. Dean released the coat and raised his arms so Cas could tug it over his head.
Cas moved his mouth back to Dean’s neck, bruising the other side. He was gonna have a hard time explaining them to the gang. Fuck it! They were one’s who’d pushed it. Cas’ mouth trailed down from his neck to his nipples, circling them with his tongue, swiping a wet line over them and finally nibbling on them, as his fingers ghosted all over Dean’s torso. He instinctively arched his back and threw his head back moaning at the sudden shiver that passed through him. Dean’s brain had stopped functioning a long time ago, and with the exception of moans and whimpers and an occasional “Cas…” Dean was completely still, letting the younger guy have his way with him.
With his mouth still on Dean’s nipples, Cas’ teasing fingers found their way to Dean’s jeans, popped the button and pulled down his fly. He unceremoniously pushed both jeans and the boxers down, till Dean was standing completely naked before him, his pants and boxers pooling at his feet. Dean lifted his legs and shucked the pants off, without breaking the contact. Cas pulled back and marveled at the body before him, the kiss-bitten red lips swollen, the green eyes shining with desire.
Dean was vaguely aware that he was completely naked before still clothed Cas. He admonished the unfairness until Cas slipped the raincoat of his shoulders and wordlessly handed it to him. Dean slipped on the familiar fabric and felt it swish around his ankles. He had sorely missed the feel of the soft material against his naked skin. Cas leaned in and whispered tantalizingly in his ear… “Tell me Dean. Tell me what you imagined. Walk me through it.”
The pleasantly gravelly voice so close, whispering in his ears, asking him to spill his deepest fantasies was alone enough to make Dean lose his shit. He pressed a hand to the base of his erection, to prevent himself from coming. He was going to last dammit!
“You kissed me,” he whispered softly as lips found his while strong hands slipped under the synthetic material and deftly stroked his back. Lips separated as Dean directed Cas’ mouth to the sensitive spot on his neck, his nipples down the trail of hair on his stomach. “My hips. You found the sensitive spot on my hip,” he urged, instinctively turning so his left hip was in line with Cas’ mouth, “and you… oh… oh… oh my God!” he cried out as Cas found the correct spot and bit into it. “Oh… Cas!” his voice quivered. He was forgone. The torture had lasted far too long. “Cas… I need…” He felt Cas smile as his teeth brushed against the sweet spot on his hip.
Still crouching before him Cas pushed at Dean’s stomach and watched him fall back down in the bed. Sam’s bed, Dean’s brain cried, but he pushed the thought aside. God knows how many times Sam and Jess had destroyed the sanctity of his bed. Surely, he could handle it once.
It was the last coherent thought in Dean’s mind as Cas’ hand found his erection. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long. “Cas… please” he whispered as Cas’ lips ghosted over his cock, tongue sliding across his slit and then the strong fingers encircled his girth and the lips covered his head, teasing, tasting deliberately stroking him in strong definite strokes.
Dean’s fingers intertwined in Cas’ hair as the trenchcoat sleeves flapped on both sides like wings. He felt his balls tighten and shiver riding over his body as the fingers curled harder into brown hair and pushed the head down, thrusting his hips to meet the head the bobbing up and down on his cock. He was already seeing the bright flashes… he wasn’t gonna last long.
He started counting backwards from 100 to calm down. He lasted till 93 when he felt Cas’ fingers nearing his secret g-spot, at the junction of dick and balls on the left side. Holy fuck‼ No one knew about it, not even Nick… and the bastard was trying to abuse it. He tried to imagine Sam and Nick going at it… a horribly gross image that was guaranteed to slow him down, if not turn him off, but the image of Cas’ head bobbing on his dick pushed it away…
“Oh… god…” he whimpered and trying to steady his breathing, wantonly thrusting his hips into Cas’ mouth. “Oh… god…oh…oh…god…oh fuck….shit…” The fingers brushed over the g-spot and a pinch and…
Oh! Holy fuck! He was flying!! Soaring through the electrifying blue eyes, rising and rising and rising until he was falling down… down… down…into the black… until his mind centered and vision returned to normal and he saw Cas grinning up at him triumphantly, his dilated blue eyes gleaming sadistically. He waited for his breath to calm down, vaguely aware that Cas was still painfully clothed, still painfully hard. He was so engrossed in taking care of Dean that he had forgotten about himself. That wouldn’t do.
As soon as Dean’s breath was calm enough, he tugged on Cas’ hair, then his arm, pulling him upwards until the other guy was lying beside him. He wasted no time in pushing the pre-cum tainted sweatpants and boxers out of the way, until his hand was circling the legendary giganormous dick.
A part of him was disappointed. It wasn’t as huge as he had hoped, but it was big enough, and he wondered how it would feel inside him, tearing him inside out. They would find out some other time, but right now…
He raised his hand to his mouth and licked it till it was slick with saliva, as the blue eyes looked at him in lust. He found Cas’ painfully hard length again, eliciting pleasant pleadings from him. A part of him cried with happiness when he heard the gravelly voice moan “Dean… Please… not…long…” He gripped the member and deftly stroked it, changing the angle slightly, until Cas was thrusting in his hand with wanton abandon. “Dean… gonna… come… now… Dean…oh… oh…. Oh… HOLY! FUCK!!” and Cas’ gurgled something and with a sudden cry, gripped his hand tightly and he was coming… coming… all over Dean’s hands and Sam’s new flowery sheets. Dean stroked the length, trying to ease the sensation until the flow stopped and Cas was panting like a marathon runner.
Dean swiped the soiled hand on his Cas’ t-shirt, then moved it to encircle his partner’s waist, twisting slightly and pulling at his coat until it was covering both of them like a blanket. He pulled his partner close and kissed him slowly, passionately savoring the feel of his lips, his taste on his tongue. Then he buried his face in the younger man’s neck and breathed silently until both fell asleep.