Fic: Supernatural: Jedi!Verse: Dean/Castiel: Dreams, Droids, and Red Heads (3/6)
Title: Dreams, Droids, and Red Heads (3/6)
Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: Sam encourages Dean to go and talk to Cas.
Word Count: 2,506
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas had been outside for over an hour. Dean had been staring at the damn door, waiting for him to come back inside.
A part of him was dreading it, the other was desperate to talk to him, to fix what was broken.
Anna was meditating, and she was attempting to teach Bobby. It was amusing to watch the old man sit on the floor and observe Anna’s patience as he grumbled, but it could only distract him so much from the ache in his chest.
Sam plopped down on the couch next to him. “Hey.”
Dean glanced at him. “Hey.”
Sam smiled briefly, then sat up, his eyes serious. “Why don’t you go out there and talk to him?”
Dean jerked, and stared at him in surprise. “What?”
Sam sighed. “Your stare has burned a hole in that door. Go talk to him.”
“I don’t think he wants to see me right now.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “He loves you; of course he wants to see you, laserbrain.”
Dean’s eyes widened.
“Look, even a blind man could see it. I’m guessing you two didn’t just get kicked out because of the Alastair situation, am I right?”
Dean lifted his chin slightly. “We resigned.”
Sam chuckled. “Either way, there was more to it.”
“Maybe.”
“Do you love him?” Sam asked point blank, his eyes firm.
“You’re out of line.” Dean snarled, his fist clenching at his side, but something, a feeling in his gut, stopped him from throwing the punch.
Sam didn’t even flinch. Just stared him down.
Dean growled. Sam would have made an excellent annoying little brother to some unlucky soul.
The former Jedi sighed, then ran a hand over his face, fatigue, and guilt draining the anger from him. “I’d die for him,” he whispered.
Sam touched his shoulder. “I’m not the one you need to tell that to.”
“Who made you the love doctor, Sammy?”
Sam’s face wrinkled at Dean’s butchering of his name, before he chuckled. “I have some experience.” The younger man showed him an image of a beautiful, blonde. They were kissing, and laughing at the same time.
They looked good together - happy.
“Her name’s Jessica. She got me through the loss of my family - I don’t know where I’d be without her.”
Dean snorted. “Are all of you separatist’s such saps?”
Sam shook his head. “Only the best looking ones.“
Dean laughed. So maybe Sam wasn’t annoying all the time.
Sam’s face turned serious again. “Get off your ass, stop moping, and get out there.”
He bit back a smart ass retort, because even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Sam was right.
He stood up and marched towards the door.
“Dean,” Sam called.
Dean spun. “What now?”
Sam gave him a small smile. “If you haven’t told him yet - you should.”
Dean swallowed.
Sam was too smart for his own good.
*****
Dean opened the door slowly and quietly, his heart in his throat.
He could face down the meanest bounty hunter without a twinge, but right now he was scared out of his mind.
Cas was exactly where he’d left him, except now he was sitting in the grass, cross-legged.
A gust of wind hit Dean, and he shivered.
It was getting dark, and the temperature had dropped; Cas had to be freezing.
He ducked back inside, and grabbed a blanket off the couch.
Sam smiled at him, and nodded, as Dean headed out the door.
His footsteps sounded loud as he crunched towards Cas.
The other man didn’t acknowledge his approach.
Dean ignored his racing heart, and sat down next to Cas - he could see the other man’s profile. His face was splotchy, his lips more chapped than normal, and his posture rigid.
Dean kept his movements slow, as he draped the old, red, blanket over Cas’s shivering shoulder’s.
He didn‘t know where to start - his mouth got him into trouble more often than not.
But he had to start somewhere.
“I’m hutt-spawn,” he whispered. “I know that.”
Cas exhaled, but didn’t speak.
“I get mean when I,” he paused, swallowing, surprised how hard this was to admit. “When I feel hurt or scared. It‘s like my brain shuts off - what little of it that‘s there to begin with anyway.”
Cas swallowed; he watched his adam’s apple bob up and down.
“Hell, I know I suck at this, but I promise I‘ll try to do better.”
Cas was looking at him now. His blue eyes bright, and blood shot, but his mask was up, and that scared the hell out of Dean.
Tell him.
Sam’s words poked at his subconscious.
“I just - I need you okay,” his voice broke, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he could continue. “I just, I mean, shit.”
Why was it so hard?
“I, I,” Dean sucked in a huge gulp of air, and laid it all on the line. “I fucking love you, okay.”
The moment the words were out, Dean felt lighter and exhausted all at once.
Cas’s mask crumbled, and he made a sound that was part sob, part joy as he melted into his arms. “I fucking love you too,” he breathed.
Dean almost laughed at how odd that particular curse word sounded coming out of the other man’s mouth.
His skin was icy cold; Dean enveloped him, rubbing his back, arms, and neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Cas,” he whispered against his lover’s moist cheek. “No matter how much of an insecure ass I am, just know that.”
“And I’m sorry I hurt you - I just - everything was so - I just needed time to think. I would have talked to you - I always want to talk to you.” His words were quiet, and his fingers were digging into Dean’s back.
Dean felt like even more of an asshole.
He’d do better next time.
Cas pulled back, and Dean wiped the single tear that had escaped from his face.
They both had been through so much, and they had so much left to face. Through all of it, Cas had never really cried - he’d always held it together. Dean hated being the cause of his tears.
Dean leaned in slowly, giving Cas time to pull back if he wanted; he didn’t. Their lips collided, and Dean relished the feel of being close to him, it was soft, and tender. Traces of salt wound up on his tongue. “Whenever you’re ready to talk - I’m here.”
Cas snuggled against him. Dean held him tightly.
“Thank you, Dean.”
Dean held him a few minutes, his throat felt raw as he stared down at Cas‘s dark hair that was peeking out from beneath the blanket. He carded his fingers through his hair. After several minutes Cas started speaking, his words were quiet, but calm as he explained that the blaster had triggered a memory. He took his time, pausing here and there to take deep breaths, Dean never interrupted, he just listened.
It was hard to hear how much the man he loved had suffered. Dean swallowed down the massive lump in his throat, his heart felt heavy and he really wanted to hit something. Too bad you could only kill someone once. That son-of-hutt had gotten off easy.
When Cas finished, Dean entwined their fingers, and stroked Cas‘s face with his other hand. “It makes sense to me, with all the stress, and our confrontation with Alastair - that this shit might come back to the surface babe. I‘ve said it once, and I‘ll say it again, considering everything, you are doing amazing.”
Cas watched him, his expression thoughtful.
“You really think that?”
“Yes. I do.” Dean said no doubt in his mind.
Cas gave him a tired, smile, and kissed his fingers. His hand came up to trace patterns across Dean’s cheeks.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit freckles; you’re better at this than you think.”
Dean laughed. “Freckles?”
Cas smiled almost shyly.
Dean hated to admit it, but Cas giving him a pet name warmed his heart. He’d never been overly fond of the smattering of freckles on his face - but now he might have to rethink his stance on that.
“So, you like them huh?” Dean teased, lifting his chin proudly.
Cas just smiled again.
Dean pulled Cas closer and they sat there holding each other watching the last traces of daylight fade.
“Eventually Dean quietly asked, “You wanna go inside and get some sleep? We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
Cas lifted his head off Dean’s chest, his blue eyes warm. “That would be nice.”
*****
When they returned everyone had given them gentle smiles; Anna had already fallen asleep, and Bobby had shown them to their small room.
Dean tossed his and Cas’s bags onto the floor. The bed was smaller than he was used to, but they would both fit.
He was just glad Cas still wanted to share a bed with him.
He watched Cas strip out of his shirt, then his pants fell to the floor. And that glorious ass had Dean’s libido going into overdrive.
Down boy.
He figured Cas still needed some space. Sure they’d made up, but he knew he was exhausted and after their fight, Cas might not be in the mood to be manhandled.
Dean turned away, told his stupid hormones to shut the hell up. He stripped out of his own shirt and pants, then began rifling through his pack in search of his sweatpants.
“Dean.”
He looked up to find Cas lying naked on the bed. He was on his back, his legs parted slightly, his eyes dark, and he was freaking touching himself.
Dean stared, mesmerized as Cas stroked his own cock.
This was new.
“Come to bed.”
Dean almost tripped over his pack in this hurry to reach Cas.
Cas laughed; it was a beautiful sound.
Dean was half- hard from just watching Cas - he crawled onto the bed, and caressed the other man’s thigh.
His lover pulled his hand off of his member; Dean made a sound of protest, and gently guided Cas’s hand back to its former position.
Dean hovered over him with greedy eyes as Cas stared up in surprise; his expression curious as he began jerking himself off again.
Dean groaned.
Cas’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile, before his head lolled back, and a whimper escaped as he lost himself in his own touches.
Cas’s breathing was rapid, and his cock was dripping pre-cum as his hand pumped.
Dean’s own cock was now throbbing, but he didn’t touch himself, he just watched.
Cas’s head was thrown back, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted, and he was moaning quietly.
Dean laid down next to him, he pressed his lips to Cas’s ear. “You’re so fucking hot like this, baby,” Dean moaned, keeping his voice low, knowing they weren’t alone in this house.
Cas practically growled, and devoured his mouth; sucking Dean‘s bottom lip for several moments, harsh pants echoed between them.
Between the kiss, and the sound of Cas’s skin sliding between his hand, Dean’s own dick was leaking, and begging for release.
Dean resisted the urge to grind against Cas. He wanted to savor this gorgeous view - it deserved his full attention.
Dean watched Cas’s hand as he stroked himself, watched his muscles tense, his toes curled into the bed. His free hand dug into Dean’s leg, squeezing.
He started writhing, and Dean made a noise that was pure need, as Cas’s hip kept brushing against his aching cock.
Still he only watched.
Cas sucked in a breath, and his stomach clenched, his eyes widened, and white stripes of cum spurted across his stomach.
Dean whimpered, not caring how pathetic he sounded.
Cas turned towards him, his gaze hooded.
“So fucking beautiful,” Dean murmured against his lips.
Ignoring his own arousal, Dean kissed Cas softly, then rose, grabbed a towel, and returned to the bed. He tenderly wiped Cas clean, kissing his flesh after he‘d finished.
Cas was watching him, his face full of love.
He tossed the towel to the side, and draped a leg over Cas, kissing him, drinking him in. Cas fingernails ran down his back, and his flaccid cock pressed into Dean’s stomach.
Dean almost purred as Cas scratched his back; Cas laughed at Dean’s crappy impersonation of a cat. His body vibrated underneath Dean in a way that had his dick screaming.
“You have excellent nails, Cas.”
Cas’s hands dropped to Dean’s waist, and his thigh lifted, rubbing against Dean’s rock-hard member.
Dean shuddered, and allowed Cas to roll him over, so the other man was on top of him.
Cas kissed his thighs, biting, and sucking gently.
Dean groaned.
Cas’s lips moved lower, while his fingers teased the sensitive flesh at the tip of his penis.
Dean struggled to keep quiet.
Cas licked the tip; Dean watched as he tasted him. Cas gaze was nervous, but also needy.
Dean closed his eyes, as Cas’s warm breath, caressed his dick, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him.
A moist, warm, heaven closed over his cock, and Dean almost cried out - he had to bite on his lower lip to keep silent.
Cas was just full of surprises tonight.
Cas started slow, taking in only the first few inches, his tongue, rolling around.
Dean moaned. “Feels so good baby,” he whispered, encouraging his lover, knowing this was his first time.
Cas took him in deeper, his hands braced on either side of Dean, his head bobbing.
Dean's fingers dug into the bedding, his own toes were curling.
He was panting, and struggling not to buck his hips.
Cas’s pace was erratic at first, but he caught on fast, and his teeth grazed Dean’s cock just enough to make him insane.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he managed, in between moans.
Dean could feel his orgasm building as Cas worked him, his hands found the other mans hair, damp with sweat, and his fingers dug into his locks.
Cas sucked him faster; Dean was writhing now, barely managing to keep his moans low.
“Cas, shit, baby, I’m almost there,” he babbled, his words breathless.
Cas didn’t stop, he kept going, and Dean almost sobbed as he released into Cas’s warm, perfect mouth.
Cas sat there a second, his eyes watery, his mouth full, expression uncertain, then he swallowed. He wiped at his eyes, and coughed a few times.
“You okay?” Dean asked huskily.
Cas nodded, a small smile. “Yes. I think I’m good.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, you are.”
Cas laid down next to him, his cheeks flushed. “I did okay?”
Dean exhaled, and kissed Cas, loving the taste of himself in Cas’s mouth. “Baby, that was amazing.”
Cas’s smile grew. “Thanks freckles.”
Dean rolled his eyes, and attacked Cas with kisses, while tickling his sides. Cas squirmed, and laughed, the sound filling Dean with pure light.
A/N: Sorry guys, I've been trying to post this for the past few days. LJ didn't like me, it was moving like a snail, and wouldn't let me post. I Hope this wasn't too sappy/fluffy, I tried to keep it under control, but i may have went overboard.
Part 4
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Author: nicole9514
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Fusion w/Star Wars, slash, action, romance
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: language
Spoilers: None
A/N: This fic takes place in my Jedi!verse series of fics.
Summary: Sam encourages Dean to go and talk to Cas.
Word Count: 2,506
New to the series; here's a Link to the Masterpost
Cas had been outside for over an hour. Dean had been staring at the damn door, waiting for him to come back inside.
A part of him was dreading it, the other was desperate to talk to him, to fix what was broken.
Anna was meditating, and she was attempting to teach Bobby. It was amusing to watch the old man sit on the floor and observe Anna’s patience as he grumbled, but it could only distract him so much from the ache in his chest.
Sam plopped down on the couch next to him. “Hey.”
Dean glanced at him. “Hey.”
Sam smiled briefly, then sat up, his eyes serious. “Why don’t you go out there and talk to him?”
Dean jerked, and stared at him in surprise. “What?”
Sam sighed. “Your stare has burned a hole in that door. Go talk to him.”
“I don’t think he wants to see me right now.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “He loves you; of course he wants to see you, laserbrain.”
Dean’s eyes widened.
“Look, even a blind man could see it. I’m guessing you two didn’t just get kicked out because of the Alastair situation, am I right?”
Dean lifted his chin slightly. “We resigned.”
Sam chuckled. “Either way, there was more to it.”
“Maybe.”
“Do you love him?” Sam asked point blank, his eyes firm.
“You’re out of line.” Dean snarled, his fist clenching at his side, but something, a feeling in his gut, stopped him from throwing the punch.
Sam didn’t even flinch. Just stared him down.
Dean growled. Sam would have made an excellent annoying little brother to some unlucky soul.
The former Jedi sighed, then ran a hand over his face, fatigue, and guilt draining the anger from him. “I’d die for him,” he whispered.
Sam touched his shoulder. “I’m not the one you need to tell that to.”
“Who made you the love doctor, Sammy?”
Sam’s face wrinkled at Dean’s butchering of his name, before he chuckled. “I have some experience.” The younger man showed him an image of a beautiful, blonde. They were kissing, and laughing at the same time.
They looked good together - happy.
“Her name’s Jessica. She got me through the loss of my family - I don’t know where I’d be without her.”
Dean snorted. “Are all of you separatist’s such saps?”
Sam shook his head. “Only the best looking ones.“
Dean laughed. So maybe Sam wasn’t annoying all the time.
Sam’s face turned serious again. “Get off your ass, stop moping, and get out there.”
He bit back a smart ass retort, because even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Sam was right.
He stood up and marched towards the door.
“Dean,” Sam called.
Dean spun. “What now?”
Sam gave him a small smile. “If you haven’t told him yet - you should.”
Dean swallowed.
Sam was too smart for his own good.
*****
Dean opened the door slowly and quietly, his heart in his throat.
He could face down the meanest bounty hunter without a twinge, but right now he was scared out of his mind.
Cas was exactly where he’d left him, except now he was sitting in the grass, cross-legged.
A gust of wind hit Dean, and he shivered.
It was getting dark, and the temperature had dropped; Cas had to be freezing.
He ducked back inside, and grabbed a blanket off the couch.
Sam smiled at him, and nodded, as Dean headed out the door.
His footsteps sounded loud as he crunched towards Cas.
The other man didn’t acknowledge his approach.
Dean ignored his racing heart, and sat down next to Cas - he could see the other man’s profile. His face was splotchy, his lips more chapped than normal, and his posture rigid.
Dean kept his movements slow, as he draped the old, red, blanket over Cas’s shivering shoulder’s.
He didn‘t know where to start - his mouth got him into trouble more often than not.
But he had to start somewhere.
“I’m hutt-spawn,” he whispered. “I know that.”
Cas exhaled, but didn’t speak.
“I get mean when I,” he paused, swallowing, surprised how hard this was to admit. “When I feel hurt or scared. It‘s like my brain shuts off - what little of it that‘s there to begin with anyway.”
Cas swallowed; he watched his adam’s apple bob up and down.
“Hell, I know I suck at this, but I promise I‘ll try to do better.”
Cas was looking at him now. His blue eyes bright, and blood shot, but his mask was up, and that scared the hell out of Dean.
Tell him.
Sam’s words poked at his subconscious.
“I just - I need you okay,” his voice broke, and he had to take a few deep breaths before he could continue. “I just, I mean, shit.”
Why was it so hard?
“I, I,” Dean sucked in a huge gulp of air, and laid it all on the line. “I fucking love you, okay.”
The moment the words were out, Dean felt lighter and exhausted all at once.
Cas’s mask crumbled, and he made a sound that was part sob, part joy as he melted into his arms. “I fucking love you too,” he breathed.
Dean almost laughed at how odd that particular curse word sounded coming out of the other man’s mouth.
His skin was icy cold; Dean enveloped him, rubbing his back, arms, and neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Cas,” he whispered against his lover’s moist cheek. “No matter how much of an insecure ass I am, just know that.”
“And I’m sorry I hurt you - I just - everything was so - I just needed time to think. I would have talked to you - I always want to talk to you.” His words were quiet, and his fingers were digging into Dean’s back.
Dean felt like even more of an asshole.
He’d do better next time.
Cas pulled back, and Dean wiped the single tear that had escaped from his face.
They both had been through so much, and they had so much left to face. Through all of it, Cas had never really cried - he’d always held it together. Dean hated being the cause of his tears.
Dean leaned in slowly, giving Cas time to pull back if he wanted; he didn’t. Their lips collided, and Dean relished the feel of being close to him, it was soft, and tender. Traces of salt wound up on his tongue. “Whenever you’re ready to talk - I’m here.”
Cas snuggled against him. Dean held him tightly.
“Thank you, Dean.”
Dean held him a few minutes, his throat felt raw as he stared down at Cas‘s dark hair that was peeking out from beneath the blanket. He carded his fingers through his hair. After several minutes Cas started speaking, his words were quiet, but calm as he explained that the blaster had triggered a memory. He took his time, pausing here and there to take deep breaths, Dean never interrupted, he just listened.
It was hard to hear how much the man he loved had suffered. Dean swallowed down the massive lump in his throat, his heart felt heavy and he really wanted to hit something. Too bad you could only kill someone once. That son-of-hutt had gotten off easy.
When Cas finished, Dean entwined their fingers, and stroked Cas‘s face with his other hand. “It makes sense to me, with all the stress, and our confrontation with Alastair - that this shit might come back to the surface babe. I‘ve said it once, and I‘ll say it again, considering everything, you are doing amazing.”
Cas watched him, his expression thoughtful.
“You really think that?”
“Yes. I do.” Dean said no doubt in his mind.
Cas gave him a tired, smile, and kissed his fingers. His hand came up to trace patterns across Dean’s cheeks.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit freckles; you’re better at this than you think.”
Dean laughed. “Freckles?”
Cas smiled almost shyly.
Dean hated to admit it, but Cas giving him a pet name warmed his heart. He’d never been overly fond of the smattering of freckles on his face - but now he might have to rethink his stance on that.
“So, you like them huh?” Dean teased, lifting his chin proudly.
Cas just smiled again.
Dean pulled Cas closer and they sat there holding each other watching the last traces of daylight fade.
“Eventually Dean quietly asked, “You wanna go inside and get some sleep? We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
Cas lifted his head off Dean’s chest, his blue eyes warm. “That would be nice.”
*****
When they returned everyone had given them gentle smiles; Anna had already fallen asleep, and Bobby had shown them to their small room.
Dean tossed his and Cas’s bags onto the floor. The bed was smaller than he was used to, but they would both fit.
He was just glad Cas still wanted to share a bed with him.
He watched Cas strip out of his shirt, then his pants fell to the floor. And that glorious ass had Dean’s libido going into overdrive.
Down boy.
He figured Cas still needed some space. Sure they’d made up, but he knew he was exhausted and after their fight, Cas might not be in the mood to be manhandled.
Dean turned away, told his stupid hormones to shut the hell up. He stripped out of his own shirt and pants, then began rifling through his pack in search of his sweatpants.
“Dean.”
He looked up to find Cas lying naked on the bed. He was on his back, his legs parted slightly, his eyes dark, and he was freaking touching himself.
Dean stared, mesmerized as Cas stroked his own cock.
This was new.
“Come to bed.”
Dean almost tripped over his pack in this hurry to reach Cas.
Cas laughed; it was a beautiful sound.
Dean was half- hard from just watching Cas - he crawled onto the bed, and caressed the other man’s thigh.
His lover pulled his hand off of his member; Dean made a sound of protest, and gently guided Cas’s hand back to its former position.
Dean hovered over him with greedy eyes as Cas stared up in surprise; his expression curious as he began jerking himself off again.
Dean groaned.
Cas’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile, before his head lolled back, and a whimper escaped as he lost himself in his own touches.
Cas’s breathing was rapid, and his cock was dripping pre-cum as his hand pumped.
Dean’s own cock was now throbbing, but he didn’t touch himself, he just watched.
Cas’s head was thrown back, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted, and he was moaning quietly.
Dean laid down next to him, he pressed his lips to Cas’s ear. “You’re so fucking hot like this, baby,” Dean moaned, keeping his voice low, knowing they weren’t alone in this house.
Cas practically growled, and devoured his mouth; sucking Dean‘s bottom lip for several moments, harsh pants echoed between them.
Between the kiss, and the sound of Cas’s skin sliding between his hand, Dean’s own dick was leaking, and begging for release.
Dean resisted the urge to grind against Cas. He wanted to savor this gorgeous view - it deserved his full attention.
Dean watched Cas’s hand as he stroked himself, watched his muscles tense, his toes curled into the bed. His free hand dug into Dean’s leg, squeezing.
He started writhing, and Dean made a noise that was pure need, as Cas’s hip kept brushing against his aching cock.
Still he only watched.
Cas sucked in a breath, and his stomach clenched, his eyes widened, and white stripes of cum spurted across his stomach.
Dean whimpered, not caring how pathetic he sounded.
Cas turned towards him, his gaze hooded.
“So fucking beautiful,” Dean murmured against his lips.
Ignoring his own arousal, Dean kissed Cas softly, then rose, grabbed a towel, and returned to the bed. He tenderly wiped Cas clean, kissing his flesh after he‘d finished.
Cas was watching him, his face full of love.
He tossed the towel to the side, and draped a leg over Cas, kissing him, drinking him in. Cas fingernails ran down his back, and his flaccid cock pressed into Dean’s stomach.
Dean almost purred as Cas scratched his back; Cas laughed at Dean’s crappy impersonation of a cat. His body vibrated underneath Dean in a way that had his dick screaming.
“You have excellent nails, Cas.”
Cas’s hands dropped to Dean’s waist, and his thigh lifted, rubbing against Dean’s rock-hard member.
Dean shuddered, and allowed Cas to roll him over, so the other man was on top of him.
Cas kissed his thighs, biting, and sucking gently.
Dean groaned.
Cas’s lips moved lower, while his fingers teased the sensitive flesh at the tip of his penis.
Dean struggled to keep quiet.
Cas licked the tip; Dean watched as he tasted him. Cas gaze was nervous, but also needy.
Dean closed his eyes, as Cas’s warm breath, caressed his dick, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through him.
A moist, warm, heaven closed over his cock, and Dean almost cried out - he had to bite on his lower lip to keep silent.
Cas was just full of surprises tonight.
Cas started slow, taking in only the first few inches, his tongue, rolling around.
Dean moaned. “Feels so good baby,” he whispered, encouraging his lover, knowing this was his first time.
Cas took him in deeper, his hands braced on either side of Dean, his head bobbing.
Dean's fingers dug into the bedding, his own toes were curling.
He was panting, and struggling not to buck his hips.
Cas’s pace was erratic at first, but he caught on fast, and his teeth grazed Dean’s cock just enough to make him insane.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he managed, in between moans.
Dean could feel his orgasm building as Cas worked him, his hands found the other mans hair, damp with sweat, and his fingers dug into his locks.
Cas sucked him faster; Dean was writhing now, barely managing to keep his moans low.
“Cas, shit, baby, I’m almost there,” he babbled, his words breathless.
Cas didn’t stop, he kept going, and Dean almost sobbed as he released into Cas’s warm, perfect mouth.
Cas sat there a second, his eyes watery, his mouth full, expression uncertain, then he swallowed. He wiped at his eyes, and coughed a few times.
“You okay?” Dean asked huskily.
Cas nodded, a small smile. “Yes. I think I’m good.”
Dean laughed. “Yeah, you are.”
Cas laid down next to him, his cheeks flushed. “I did okay?”
Dean exhaled, and kissed Cas, loving the taste of himself in Cas’s mouth. “Baby, that was amazing.”
Cas’s smile grew. “Thanks freckles.”
Dean rolled his eyes, and attacked Cas with kisses, while tickling his sides. Cas squirmed, and laughed, the sound filling Dean with pure light.
A/N: Sorry guys, I've been trying to post this for the past few days. LJ didn't like me, it was moving like a snail, and wouldn't let me post. I Hope this wasn't too sappy/fluffy, I tried to keep it under control, but i may have went overboard.
Part 4
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