1038. Caught in the Act
Originally posted by lone_defender at 678. Do I have to put up signs?!
Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)
We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)
We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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...Oh yes, that's a smirk, and he's having a hard time keeping the amusement out of his voice. Spolier: he isn't even trying.]
You could have used my room, you know.
[The couch? Really?
On second thought, no, it makes perfect sense. That couch is awesome and the ideal place for beating off... At least it would be, if it wasn't sitting in the middle of the living room.]
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Couch pillow betrayal. They've all been shoved off at some point, moved to the recliner across the room or scattered in the floor, and he's just going to die right now. Just die, just curl up and die.
...Thank God for small miracles, at least it's Cas. Who else would it possibly be, really, though? Well, Gabriel did try to break into their apartment once, but Dean threatened to beat the shit out of him for a repeat offense, and nobody else has a spare key ( ... )
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...Well, maybe not quite so funny for Dean and Cas at least has the decency to keep from laughing at his predicament. They've all been there, and it's never fun. Except for the times when it becomes fun. Eyes flicking briefly over to Dean's bolted door, Cas considers his options, here. He could leave Dean to his embarrassment and head into his room (...and probably end up following suit, because seriously, he has nothing else to do right now and it's the best way he can think of to pass the time besides smoking and he's making an effort to do less of that for Sam's sake- he doesn't need that while he's trying to get straight)... Or he could, you know... Not do that and stay out here. Whatever that entails... Two's company? Yes ( ... )
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They do it to keep us humble, I guess. Lowly coffee peddlers in our hideous purple shirts...
[Seriously, fuck those shirts.
...Massive Attack. You've picked a winner, Dean, consider Cas's brain totally rerouted from "ugly shirt that I hate for the job I hate more" to "best three hours ever". Good choice. Well played, sir.]
Mmm, yeah, I think I do.
[A tiny smirk curves his lips as he lets his mind wander just a bit. Oh yes, he remembers... In vivid detail. Vivid enough, in fact, that he's beginning to feel that first stab of arousal, that dull throb low in his gut; it is the best music to have sex to, that's a definite part of the reason Cas likes listening to it so much, and adding being high to that mix? There's a definite shiver that runs down his spine at the thought. Don't judge, music and smoking get him hard, okay ( ... )
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[He sounds both amused and distracted, more interested in the sight of Cas sans shirt moving forward into his personal space.]
Guess they don't know you at all, then. Humble? Not a chance.
[His hands go up automatically and settle themselves on either side of those (possibly illegal) hips as soon as Cas is within reach. Thumbs brush upward along his skin, and the ideas it brings do nothing to help the erection that had already been pretty far along by the time Cas showed up. Both Dean and his boner are more than happy to jump right back into the game.
Especially thinking about that day. Frankly, he's surprised the couch managed to survive. Everything had been slow and ten times more focused, dreamlike and fuzzy and perfect. A three hour blur of skin, weirdly erotic drumming, sweat, smoke, and he distantly remembers candles somewhere- thanks to Cas no doubt, because Dean doesn't own any fucking candles. Or maybe it was incense? His mind was focused on better things at the time ( ... )
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Dean's hands resting at his hips and the roughness of his thumbs brushing against bare skin earn him a soft hum, and Cas allows his own hand to wander just a bit, sliding down to follow the crease between Dean's pelvis and thigh, skating around that erection. Close... But not close enough. He follows the line of Dean's neck as his head tips to the side, lips moving across his throat, and noses at his jaw lightly before latching his mouth onto the space just under his ear briefly.]
Yeah?
[And fuck if he doesn't want to just stay here and get on with it- look, ( ... )
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Shit. His hips shift a little, press upward into Cas's hands, which are going everywhere but where he'd really like them to go. Granted, they still feel amazing, but when they're just a few inches shy, there's a slim difference between feels really good and tease.
And that space below his ear- fuck, see, this is the benefit of actually, you know, staying with someone. They figure out all the little places on your body that just... He huffs out a hitched breath, tightens his hands on Cas's waist, automatically shifts his knees apart to make room for that knee, and this is so awesome, yes, good, just-
Whimper.]
Oh god damn it.
[His head flops back on the couch, somewhere, he throbs in ( ... )
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Yep, oh god damn it just about covers it. Cas, too, had been making a mental list of the ways this could go down on the couch, and he'd been pretty much good to go with any of the numerous possibilities. Oversized, super comfortable couches really do lend themselves to quite a few very appealing positions ( ... )
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bed would probably be good, you know, eventually. At some point. Right now, what's more important is touching.
Holy shit, it's been, like, way too long. Too many people, too much of a chance of getting caught, too much Gabriel. Fucking assbutt.
Okay, granted, it hasn't been that long, but considering he's used to it being just the two of them, pretty much able to fool around whenever the mood strikes... And considering the type of people they are, that mood struck fairly often ( ... )
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Cas's groaning isn't doing much to help with that.
Dean figured, if anything, their sex life would maybe be a little less amazing since that drunken love confession a few days ago. Something about cracking down and getting serious seemed the opposite of sexy to him- being in that position couldn't possibly be hotter than no-strings-attached light, fun fooling around. It's proven to be the complete opposite- he feels less stupid, taking the time to be vulnerable and... well... loving. Granted they'd always been passionate, but now, knowing that it's mutual, knowing what they are... it seems like more. It feels like... more. It feels like this, all ( ... )
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Cas hates sitcoms.
Something he doesn't hate, though, is that this doesn't seem to be going the way of the sitcom sexual escapade. Things are going pretty damn smoothly, actually; that shirt's gone, owning to some pretty awesome team stripping (is that an event? Like a three-legged race, only with stripping? It really should be.) and Dean's mouth has replaced itself over his skin (in a different place, yes, but really... any place will do, at this point, he just wants to feel), and hey, they're moving toward the bed now! Definitely going smoothly ( ... )
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The other ten percent is sitcoms. Dude- have you seen Friends? Seinfeld? That's classic television, right there.
He's more than happy to put Team Stripping on the Olympic roster, though, because now that it's gone, he can feel the slide of Cas's bare chest beneath him, can chase lines with his tongue, and that's pretty damn fantastic. He's certainly not complaining when Cas pulls him down, too, especially when he can feel the line of Cas's cock pressed hot and solid against his thigh.]
Oh, fuck...
[Yeah, that's... it's amazing how that never fails to send a shot of electricity down his spine and straight into his pelvis, and he nudges Cas's legs further apart with aforementioned thigh, presses down gently and charitably helps out in that friction department. He's either an amazingly nice guy, or he ( ... )
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Colt has yet to express an opinion on the matter, just FYI. Cas is sure he'd go so far as to ask that one time he'd smoked way, way too much in one night... Though where the Jewish had come from, he has no idea...
The dog's religious beliefs aside though, Cas figures he and Dean are more or less on the same page, especially when it comes to this, and really, that's what's important right now. Cas's head tips back and his lips part in a moan when Dean oh so charitably applies light pressure to his achingly hard cock. Fuck, he could just... He could just get off on that alone, the heat of Dean's skin through the denim, the extra sensation of the fabric sending little jolts of pleasure across his nerves ( ... )
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