Supernatural -- "Close the Door" Cas/Dean, (sorta)Cas/Sam
Title: Close the Door
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: NC17
Warning: Voyeurism, porn
Pairing: (actual) Cas/Dean, (onesided) Cas/Sam
Wordcount: 830ish
Notes: lolol I’m loving some Sassy.
Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sam’s hand froze on the door knob, his mouth still open in mid-word but no sound able to come out. After a shocked moment, sense returned and he slowly pulled the door shut as not to draw attention to his actions.
He needn’t have worried. The room’s occupants were too preoccupied with each other to notice him. He should have turned away. He should have gone out to the car and waited, or gone out for a drink and come back to the room later.
Instead, Sam waited by the door. It didn’t shut all the way. A little sliver of light shone around the edge of the door, and from behind it Sam could hear noises. His hand reached out and nudged the door open a hair which allowed him to see inside.
Castiel and Dean were on Dean’s bed, fucking. The lights were on and they were above the covers, in plain sight of anyone who wanted to look. Cas was behind Dean, almost to the headboard, and Dean was positioned on his lap, riding Cas’s cock with his head thrown back.
Up and down, up and down, Sam watched Dean’s body take Cas’s cock. The pink hole was stretched tight around Cas. Dean’s eyes were closed and his forehead dripped sweat; his muscles trembled with the strain of his ass rising and falling on Cas’s big cock. Cas’s arms held Dean around his middle, muscular thighs cradling Dean and one calf pinned over Dean’s.
They were grunting and groaning, Dean making little half-whimpers each time he fell down onto Cas. Cas’s head was tucked against Dean’s neck and Sam could see a flash of white teeth scraping against the skin there.
“Cas, Cas, please,” Dean moaned as his thrusts became more and more shallow.
“Tell me what you want, Dean,” Cas growled and tightened his hold on Dean.
The sound Dean made was incomprehensible, but it seemed to excite Cas all the same. He bucked his hips up as Dean came down and Dean cried out. Sam’s hands clenched on the doorframe.
“Please, please, please,” Dean begged in pants.
“Tell me,” Cas ordered.
“Now, Cas, now.”
Cas readjusted his grip on Dean and tumbled them face-first into the mattress. He pinned Dean flat to it and only Dean’s head turned to the side allowed him to breathe. Holding Dean down, Cas rose up and slammed his hips down, earning a loud cry from Dean that was doubtlessly heard by the people in the next room.
Cas moved in agonizing slowness as he pulled out and pushed in, each motion accompanied by groans and whines from Dean. “Cas,” he moaned, and Cas sped up, each thrust of his cock sliding in deep and making Dean’s hands scramble for grip on the sheets. His legs kicked out and then he groaned loudly and lay still, panting for breath.
Cas kept moving. Now that Dean didn’t seem inclined to move, he removed his hand from his back and settled both on Dean’s ass. He pulled him apart for easier access and pulled out and slammed in deep. Dean grunted a little and it seemed to fuel Cas on. He went faster and faster in short little jabs until he grunted and came deep inside him.
Cas fell onto Dean’s back and then rolled off of him. He tugged Dean into his arms and held him while he slept.
Sam slowly shut the door, taking extra care that it didn’t click loudly when it latched. He couldn’t go in now, and he couldn’t go in any public place with his erection straining his pants.
The room two doors from theirs was vacant, he remembered suddenly. He’d seen the maid cleaning it on his way to town, and he doubted anyone new would be in this fast. He picked the lock and peeked inside before walking to the bathroom.
He hissed as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. From there, it was a simple matter to push his jeans and underwear down and free himself. Sam dug through the complimentary hotel shampoo and snagged a slippery amber-colored one before popping the cap and coating his fingers with it. One hand wrapped around his cock and the other reached behind to wiggle a finger into his ass.
He could picture the scene perfectly in his mind, Cas’s big cock in him, Cas’s strong hands holding him, the scrunched expression on his face when he came. It only took a few firm strokes and his fingers pressing in just the right place to finish him off. He shot semen over his hand and against the shower wall, had to lean on it for support as he came down from his high.
A short cleanup later, he opened the hotel room to see Dean dressed and asleep in bed and Cas nowhere in sight. He set the bag of burgers he’d been sent for on the table and crawled into his own bed fully dressed and cut off the light.
Author: wonderfoal
Rating: NC17
Warning: Voyeurism, porn
Pairing: (actual) Cas/Dean, (onesided) Cas/Sam
Wordcount: 830ish
Notes: lolol I’m loving some Sassy.
Date: Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sam’s hand froze on the door knob, his mouth still open in mid-word but no sound able to come out. After a shocked moment, sense returned and he slowly pulled the door shut as not to draw attention to his actions.
He needn’t have worried. The room’s occupants were too preoccupied with each other to notice him. He should have turned away. He should have gone out to the car and waited, or gone out for a drink and come back to the room later.
Instead, Sam waited by the door. It didn’t shut all the way. A little sliver of light shone around the edge of the door, and from behind it Sam could hear noises. His hand reached out and nudged the door open a hair which allowed him to see inside.
Castiel and Dean were on Dean’s bed, fucking. The lights were on and they were above the covers, in plain sight of anyone who wanted to look. Cas was behind Dean, almost to the headboard, and Dean was positioned on his lap, riding Cas’s cock with his head thrown back.
Up and down, up and down, Sam watched Dean’s body take Cas’s cock. The pink hole was stretched tight around Cas. Dean’s eyes were closed and his forehead dripped sweat; his muscles trembled with the strain of his ass rising and falling on Cas’s big cock. Cas’s arms held Dean around his middle, muscular thighs cradling Dean and one calf pinned over Dean’s.
They were grunting and groaning, Dean making little half-whimpers each time he fell down onto Cas. Cas’s head was tucked against Dean’s neck and Sam could see a flash of white teeth scraping against the skin there.
“Cas, Cas, please,” Dean moaned as his thrusts became more and more shallow.
“Tell me what you want, Dean,” Cas growled and tightened his hold on Dean.
The sound Dean made was incomprehensible, but it seemed to excite Cas all the same. He bucked his hips up as Dean came down and Dean cried out. Sam’s hands clenched on the doorframe.
“Please, please, please,” Dean begged in pants.
“Tell me,” Cas ordered.
“Now, Cas, now.”
Cas readjusted his grip on Dean and tumbled them face-first into the mattress. He pinned Dean flat to it and only Dean’s head turned to the side allowed him to breathe. Holding Dean down, Cas rose up and slammed his hips down, earning a loud cry from Dean that was doubtlessly heard by the people in the next room.
Cas moved in agonizing slowness as he pulled out and pushed in, each motion accompanied by groans and whines from Dean. “Cas,” he moaned, and Cas sped up, each thrust of his cock sliding in deep and making Dean’s hands scramble for grip on the sheets. His legs kicked out and then he groaned loudly and lay still, panting for breath.
Cas kept moving. Now that Dean didn’t seem inclined to move, he removed his hand from his back and settled both on Dean’s ass. He pulled him apart for easier access and pulled out and slammed in deep. Dean grunted a little and it seemed to fuel Cas on. He went faster and faster in short little jabs until he grunted and came deep inside him.
Cas fell onto Dean’s back and then rolled off of him. He tugged Dean into his arms and held him while he slept.
Sam slowly shut the door, taking extra care that it didn’t click loudly when it latched. He couldn’t go in now, and he couldn’t go in any public place with his erection straining his pants.
The room two doors from theirs was vacant, he remembered suddenly. He’d seen the maid cleaning it on his way to town, and he doubted anyone new would be in this fast. He picked the lock and peeked inside before walking to the bathroom.
He hissed as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. From there, it was a simple matter to push his jeans and underwear down and free himself. Sam dug through the complimentary hotel shampoo and snagged a slippery amber-colored one before popping the cap and coating his fingers with it. One hand wrapped around his cock and the other reached behind to wiggle a finger into his ass.
He could picture the scene perfectly in his mind, Cas’s big cock in him, Cas’s strong hands holding him, the scrunched expression on his face when he came. It only took a few firm strokes and his fingers pressing in just the right place to finish him off. He shot semen over his hand and against the shower wall, had to lean on it for support as he came down from his high.
A short cleanup later, he opened the hotel room to see Dean dressed and asleep in bed and Cas nowhere in sight. He set the bag of burgers he’d been sent for on the table and crawled into his own bed fully dressed and cut off the light.