Cas smiles after Dean, watching as the boy leaves the classroom, and Cas' side for the day. He sighs gently once Dean is out of sight, frowning just a little bit. It was hard, not getting to see Dean much during the school day. It was even worse these days because Joanna Harvelle kept shooting him looks that said she knew something was up, but couldn't figure out quite what it was.
The day goes fast though, thankfully, and by 2pm Cas is done with his work and ready to go home. He goes for a run then showers and grades some papers before taking the BART train to Gabriel's place to hang out for a bit.
"So, you want to go to the Zoo gala on New Year's?"
"..What? On New Years? I was planning on going to New York with some friends-"
"Sam'll be there."
"...I'm in."
*
Sam isn't as excited over pizza night as he usually is and even though Dean has an idea about the reason for that, he hesitates a full hour before suggesting to invite Gabriel along. So when a red sports car pulls up in front of the apartment building at 6.54 pm, Sam is out and in the elevator even before Dean can put on his shoes. Sam seems so genuinely happy to see Gabriel, though, that Dean can't really be worried or mad. He catches Cas' gaze and even smiles back at him. For Sam's sake he would try to trust Cas' word and Gabriel's self-control.
"Come on, Cas, we'll take my car", he says and drags him over to where the Impala is parked, leaving Sam to hop in with Gabe.
Dinner goes pretty smooth, as Dean is soon realizing that he really has nothing to worry about. Gabriel is a decent guy and he and Sam both seem aware of the huge-ass age difference. So after only half an hour, Dean is chatting with Cas, teasing him about not being able to cut the ridiculously thick cheese on his pizza and leaning over to help him out, accompanied by the laughter of both Gabe and Sam. Once he's sated, he leans back in the booth, watching Cas and Gabe squabbling with one another and smiling to himself, as he realizes how much he enjoys this. He never had expected something like this, never even thought about having some sort of domestic love life... He knows this isn't what he deserves - and still he finds himself craving it, wanting it more than anything else.
*
Cas could tell that Gabriel was falling for Sam, and on the way over to the apartment after Dean had invited Gabriel to come as well, his brother had confessed something to Cas. Sam and Gabriel had been texting each other, and talking almost nightly on the phone. Cas' eyes went saucer wide, but Gabriel was quick to defend himself, telling Cas that it wasn't sexual, that he and Sam both knew that if they went there, it would mean huge trouble for Gabriel, both in the form of the law, and Dean Winchester's brotherly anger.
And Sam didn't want that for Gabriel, and when Gabriel said that his face had softened, taking on a look that Cas had never seen on his brother's face before.
"...Okay then Gabe....just, be careful."
"We are...", Gabriel had said, and that was the end of that.
The four of them ate and talked, giggled and chatted about everything that was going on in their lives. Cas explained that the zoo had asked him to submit pieces for their gala, and that all the profits would go toward a new enclosure for the Tigers. Gabriel was actually excited about the prospect of going to a fancy thing like that, and offered to get everyone tuxes from his friend's shop for free.
"As long as we tell everyone who asks where we got them from, it won't be an issue."
He waves off Dean's protests with a roll of his eyes and a "Dean-o, really, calm down, it's just a tux."
Cas smiles and takes Dean's hand in his, kissing the back of his knuckles and looking into Dean's eyes with a soft smile.
"It'll be fun... I promise."
Gabriel stills at that, looking at Sam out of the corner of his eye, where the boy is sitting picking at his pizza in silence. Gabriel frowns slightly and looks down at his own food, a wave of sadness coming over him that he can't hold Sam's hand like he wants to. Neither Dean nor Cas notice, both too caught up in their own little world.
On the way back to the apartment though, at a stop light, Gabriel takes his hand off the steering wheel and sets it palm up on the center console. Sam stares at the open invitation for a moment, then smiles and puts his hand in Gabriel's. They ride in companionable silence, and say goodnight with a hug at Dean and Sam's apartment.
Gabriel takes off, waving out the window of his car, leaving the trio behind. For the first time that week there's a smile on Sam's face as he rides the elevator back upstairs, and when they get back into the apartment he turns on some music in his room rather loud, giving Cas and Dean a lewd grin as he shuts the door.
Cas flushes slightly and stares at the door for a moment, before turning to look at Dean.
"Thank you...for inviting Gabriel too. I know you didn't have to, and...I think they enjoy one another's company."
He tilts his head to one side and brushes a thumb over Dean's cheekbone.
"I don't have to go home for a few more hours, Dean..."
*
Dean rolls his eyes at the look Sam is giving them but is secretly grateful for how tactful and understanding he is. He knows Sam isn't stupid... Sam had never seen him like this before, so it's not that much of a stretch for him to realize that that thing between his brother and his teacher must be different, serious even. So even though they had been sleeping together for over a month now and just this morning they had sucked each other off, bent over a school desk, Dean feels awkward, nervous. He bites his lip coyly, looking back at Cas out of dark, green eyes. He doesn't talk, doesn't need to, as he pulls Cas with him, shoves him inside of his room and on his bed, crawling over him like a predator. He's glad Sam's turned up the volume, cause there's no way in hell, Dean would've been able to hold back the moans and cries of pleasure, that he'd had to keep inside that morning. When Cas leaves just a little before midnight, Dean's body is limp, sweaty and sore but he feels better than ever.
The next few weeks pass without any incidences. There's no drama, no big problems and Dean is actually grateful for that. Two weeks after their pizza night Sam is on a weekend trip with some friends and Cas takes Dean out for dinner. And when they sit down at the table for two in some fancy restaurant at the edge of the city, Dean realizes that it's their first date. He almost freaks at that notion but then Cas' hand is on his, squeezing gently and the smile on his lover's face makes his heart skip a beat. He lets Cas bring him home that night, lets him spread his body out on the couch, mapping every inch of his skin with his lips and tongue. Dean loses count of how many times he's reaching climax that night and the last thing he thinks before he falls asleep in Castiel's arms is, how fucking perfect he is...
*
Their notebook becomes a way to share things they see in their lives, dreams and ideas for the future, possible dates or things that irked them. Another week passes, and Christmas is just around the corner, and school ends for two weeks for Winter Break. Dean and Cas spend almost every day in bed, and they end up having to buy condoms in bulk just to keep up.
Castiel is surprised when Dean actually wants him to come over Christmas evening for dinner, and had been planning on spending it with Gabriel at his apartment.
They combine their efforts and end up with twice as much food as they had before: 6 different kinds of pie, two turkeys, a honey baked ham, two kinds of stuffing, three kinds of salads and sides, and four dozen rolls in wheat and white bread both. Gabriel and Sam try to instigate a food fight, but luckily Cas and Dean manage to stop them with threats of not letting either of them open their presents.
The rest of the night is spent in mild food comas, the four of them crashing on the couch to watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas'. Castiel buys Dean a set of acrylic paints and an easel for Christmas, and Sam an encyclopedia set on CDs, which he can take wherever he goes. Gabriel brings a rather tasty malt liquor for everyone to share that tastes like apple pie, and is just a little surprised when Dean actually hugs him over it.
In a moment of privacy when Cas and Dean are talking about the merits of acrylics versus oil paints, Gabriel hands Sam a calendar. Sam frowns at it, flipping through the pages of the rather thick calendar, only to realize that it counts out four years. He looks up at Gabriel, who flushes bright red before taking the calendar from him and flipping to a page four years in the future. There, marked with a rather large 18! in red marker, is Sam's 18th Birthday. Gabriel flips back to where they are now, December 25th, this year, and takes a marker out of his pocket. He hands it to Sam with a hesitant smile, which broadens when Sam all but snatches the marker from him and crosses today's date off with a grin. They share a long look before Dean clears his throat and arches a brow at Gabriel, who just gives him a sheepish grin. Sam kisses Gabriel's cheek softly, then scoots off to his room to hang the best Christmas present he'd ever received on his wall.
Cas spends the rest of the night with his arms wrapped around Dean's form, curled up on the couch, while Gabriel and Sam play chess and checkers on the floor, using the new set that Dean had bought Sam.
*
People say that time flies when you're happy, so when the end of December is closing in and Sam urges him to invite Cas (and Gabriel) over for Christmas, Dean is hesistant at first. He'd been so busy just being with Cas, spending every possible minute with him, that he completely forgot about the important holiday. The problem is: he's never been very imaginative when it came to presents. It had gotten so bad that three years ago him and Sam had agreed to buy each other socks or boxers, nothing too fancy, the functionality more important than the creativity. That left Gabriel - cause he'd really gotten to like the son of a bitch - and of course Cas. Luckily, he soon finds something for Gabe - a miniature version of his sports car he could use as a keychain - but the search for something appropriate for Cas drives him nuts.
One week before Christmas he's still clueless and while Cas is slumbering in his arms after quite a few rounds of rolling around in bed, Dean is staring at the ceiling, thinking hard. Cas isn't a rich man but from the things he told Cas about himself, Dean was pretty sure he had everything he needed in his apartment. And Dean doesn't want to give him something useful, something practical anyway. Yet he thinks it shouldn't be too meaningful. His feelings hadn't been subsiding these past few weeks, instead they had become even stronger, Dean's chest constricting whenever he saw the older man, the urge of saying 'fuck you' to the rules and just kiss him, let him devour his mouth and drink his sighs and moans, almost unbearable.
So when December 23rd comes around, Dean is desperate and since it's inacceptable to show up without a present, he goes and buys him a book he'd been talking about the past few days, some new part of a thriller series from an author Cas likes. It's pathetic and Dean feels like a criminal, when he's paying for it and leaving the bookstore. He refuses the cashier's offer to wrap it as a present, instead buys some pieces of colored cardboard and goes straight home. He spends the rest of the day and almost all of the 24th with crafting the most personal and elaborate wrapping paper, he's ever seen. He cuts and glues and paints, drawing small flourishes and leaves and birds all kinds of random motives on it. When it's dried, Dean carefully wraps the book inside, using a leftover piece of the paper as a card. The words come surprisingly fluid, dripping on the bright blue cardboard right out of Dean's soul. His words are chosen carefully, revealing fondness and appreciation, but each word means so much more and Dean isn't sure if he wants Cas to notice or not.
When he hands the present over on December 25th, while Sam and Gabe are busy playing chess, Dean can't bring it over himself to watch Cas, doesn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes, although he feels like he deserves it. Before Cas can say something, Dean gets up to get his shoulder bag, rummaging around in it for a moment, before pulling out a slightly crinkled piece of paper and laying it into Cas' lap. The headline read 'Department of Health' and below, in bold writing 'HIV Test result'. Dean clears his throat, eyes scooting to where his brother and Gabe are sitting, oblivious to what's going on just a few feet away, and back to Cas, who seems genuinely surprised.
"It's negative", Dean simply says, feeling his cheeks blush.
*
Cas stares at the paper for a moment before flushing bright red and tucking it away, into his back pocket quickly, before Gabriel can see and ask nosily what it was. He looks up with wide blue eyes at Dean and smiles a soft smile, tilting his head to one side.
"...Thank you, Dean....this means a lot..."
He flushes again and looks down, licking his lips.
"...I...uh...got tested last month. I'm clean too", Cas whispers, and looks back up at Dean, a hint of mischief and arousal in his eyes.
Cas grins then, mouths 'later', and then opens Dean's present, being incredibly careful not to ruin the wrapping paper. He wants to save it, perhaps deconstruct it into a 2D piece so he could hang it on his wall, next to the other Dean original he had in his possession, the one he was sure Gabriel would steal if he ever saw it. The book is perfect, and Cas feels his heart clench a little bit, knowing that Dean had been listening and remembered when he'd talked about this author and this book. He leans over and kisses Dean's cheek long and slow.
"Thank you Dean", Cas whispers, then goes to put the wrapping paper box down.
He almost misses the card, as it matches the paper, but sees it just as he's putting the box down beside the couch. Cas looks at the card then at Dean, and then back to the card. He opens it and reads it slowly, digesting each word.
*
Dean feels his cheeks heating up and when Cas finds the card, he quickly gets up, mumbling something about 'getting a refill' and disappearing into the kitchen. He gets a beer out of the fridge, downing half of it in one gulp and then leans back at the kitchen unit, quietly counting to 60, before he returns to the living-room slowly. Cas is still holding the card in his hands but Dean can't quite see his face and thus isn't able to interpret the look on his delicate features. He clears his throat awkwardly, standing behind the couch, hand clamping around a fistful of fabric, as he looks over Cas' shoulder. He distantly notices Sam lying on his back, with Gabe sitting close, both of them smiling at each other and talking quietly and Dean feel a rush of affection for his brother, seeming so caught up into his and Gabe's small world, that he doesn't even pay attention to anything else going on.
*
Cas shuts the card and sets it aside with the wrapping paper, then stands up and takes Dean's hand in his , tugging him back and into his bedroom. Once the door is shut Cas shoves Dean against the wall and holds his head in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. It's so incredibly hard for Cas not to just blurt it out, to say the words he'd been thinking to himself for at least a month now, in his head over and over and over. But he can't. No matter what Dean wrote, what the underlying words hidden beneath the lines were, Dean hadn't said them out loud, and Cas couldn't say them. He couldn't risk scaring Dean away, when he knows how much the boy now means to him.
Instead, he breathes out a soft sigh, whispers 'I would give anything to kiss you right now', and then wraps his arms around Dean's shoulders to pull him into a tight hug, so Dean wouldn't have to flounder and try to make up an excuse as to why Castiel couldn't kiss him. Cas wouldn't force Dean to change, to remove rules or road blocks he'd put up to protect himself.
It doesn't mean that Cas isn't going to peacefully protest the regime that was keeping Dean's gorgeous lips from his own though, whenever he couldn't take it anymore.
"Thank you Dean..and...Merry Christmas..", Cas says, voice muffled against Dean's shoulder.
*
Cas' voice is quiet, nothing more than a puff of air against his warm skin and yet Dean feels like he stabbed him, plunged a knife deep into his heart and twisted it. He tries to think of an excuse, of an explanation why, now that Cas had said it, now that Dean knows that he wants it, Dean still would refuse it to him. But he can't think of anything. His hands trail up Castiel's body, grazing his sides, his arms, until they come to rest around his neck. He pulls back a bit, just enough to be able to look Cas in the eye, his own glassy with fear and desire. He raises his own hand to his lips then, closing his eyes as he breathes a kiss to his fingertips, before reaching out to press them against Cas' lips. He opens his eyes again, hoping, praying that they are able to say what Dean just can't bring himself to admit. That he's sorry, that he hates himself for denying both of them what they wanted, desperately needed - and that he loves him.
"Merry Christmas, Cas."
*
Dean and Cas spend another hour in his bedroom, just talking and touching, kissing each other on eyelids and temples and fingertips. It's beautiful and soft and everything Christmas should be; a little bit of a miracle for both of them, that they got to have this. It's after 1am by the time Cas realizes he should go home, and they make their way back out to the living room where Gabriel is curled up ont the couch with Sam lying against his chest, long gangly legs hanging over the edge of the couch, snoring gently into the slight puddle of drool he'd managed to leave on Gabriel's shirt. For Gabriel's part he's asleep as well, arms clasped tight around the teenager on top of him.
Cas pauses in the doorway and looks up at Dean, a soft half smile on his face.
"...Seems a shame to wake them.."
*
Dean still has to adjust to the image of his baby brother with man almost 20 years older than him but he agrees that it's an adorable sight. His hand finds Cas' hip, pulling him flush against his side and resting his head on his shoulder, as he whispers back "Then let's not..."
He tiptoes over to the couch, pulling one of the fluffy, white blankets over their bodies, before heading to where Cas is still standing, taking his hand and pulling him back into his bedroom. He locks the door, fingers only leaving Cas' body for a second, before they're back, tugging at the hem of his sweater and pulling it over his head in a swift move. Tonight had been everything Dean had never known he wanted, every look, every soft touch of his lover engulfing him, embracing him with warmth and a happiness he hadn't experienced before. Dean takes his time undressing Castiel, fingers mapping his body carefully, stroking each stretch of pale skin and smiling at the shivers running through the body of the man he was in love with. When they're both naked, Dean gently nudges Cas backwards, until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbles on it, pulling Dean with him. They lie on their sides, hands on each other, grazing over their bodies gingerly. Dean touches Castiel's chest, just above where he can feel his heartbeat distinctly, while Cas' fingers play with the soft, curly hair trailing down from Dean's bellybutton to his half-hard cock.
Cas kisses along Dean's neck to his ear where he nibbles, slowly, gently sucking on the lobe.
"Dean...I want to...."
He flushes, not sure how to say it out loud, so he uses his body. Cas bites along his shoulder, his fingers trailing down past Dean's cock to his entrance, playing over the pucker there, gently pressing against it with the pad of his finger. He moans, pressing his body closer, his own erection brushing over Dean's hip.
Cas had never had sex without protection... not even with Meg. He was safe, every time, fear of making one fatal mistake not worth the rush of skin on skin.
But now, knowing Dean was clean, and he himself was as well... there's no danger. And the only thing that could make this moment better would be to let Dean know just how much it meant to him that Dean had tested himself for him. Cas slides down the bed to kiss over Dean's stomach, down to his cock, licking and sucking gently on the head. He pushes the boy's legs up towards his chest and then brushes his face down further, tongue delving out to slide slick over Dean's entrance, curling around it, then stiffening and pushing in. Cas groans, the idea of doing this something he'd thought about a few times, but never broached the topic with Dean before.
*
Things happen so fast and before Dean can even process what's going on, he's on his back, his legs pushed up agains his chest and then there's the wet tip of Castiel's tongue pressing iside of him. Dean gasps in surprise, hands quickly wrapping around his knees to steady them, afraid to hurt Cas as he feels his body spasming at the unexpected intrusion. It's good though, better than good, as Dean knows that this is Cas' first time. Dean feels a wave of pride, of gratefulness rushing through him. He is the one Castiel chose to experience this with. Dean is the one letting him cross every line, treading on unfamiliar ground and guiding him through all that is exciting and new. Dean's eyelids flutter shut, when a low groan erupts from Castiel's lips, humming and vibrating against the sensitive skin of Dean's perineum.
"...ghh-god... Cas....."
He doesn't manage much more than that, voice breaking, breath hitching at the prolonged prodding of Castiel's tongue, the sensations spinning over inside of him.
*
Cas continues like this, firm hands gripping Dean's thighs, kneading the flesh while his tongue explores, sliding and curling inside of Dean, tasting him and being thrown by the molten heat of Dean's insides. He fucks Dean with his tongue a few times before he can't stand it anymore, needing so very badly to be inside the boy, his cock achingly hard, throbbing between his legs.
"Need you Dean... need to be inside you", Cas rasps, his voice rough with lust.
He reaches for the lube on the bedside table and slicks two of his fingers and his cock at the same time, knowing this was going to be fast. He slides a finger into Dean quickly, thrusting hard as he takes Dean's cock into his mouth and sucks, bobbing his head in unison with the intruding finger. A second is added while he swirls his tongue around the head, looking up with wide blue eyes at Dean's face, needing to see how this was affecting him.
*
Dean's whole body shudders at Cas words and his eyes go wide, as he feels his mouth around his cock, his fingers moving determinedly inside of him. It's rough and fast and exactly what Dean wants right now, what he desperately needs, so he spreads his legs wider, his toes curling at the feelings rushing through his shaking body.
"C-as..please can't... can't wait.."
Dean's hands find Castiel's shoulders, fingers digging into the warm flesh and pulling him up, until their noses touch and their breaths mingle.
"-waited... too long for this......"
Dean licks his lips, his eyes filled with desire, with pure and utter devotion, one of his hands sliding down Castiel's body to wrap around his cock, stroking it once, twice, his eyes never leaving Castiel's. When he speaks again his voice is raw, hoarse with lust, nothing more than a whisper.
"Fuck me, Cas.."
*
Cas steps off the bed and stands there for a moment, just staring at Dean with wide eyes, before he reaches out and drags Dean over with a grip right under each knee. He angles his cock just right and pushes forward, letting his upper body fall so he's braced with locked arms high above Dean, staring down into his eyes. Cas' breath catches as he feels, for the first time in his life, his cock sink down inside of someone without a condom. The skin to skin contact is absolutely blissful, the latex shield no longer in the way of the millions of tiny sensations he was missing. Cas chokes on a pleasured sob, hanging his head as his hips snap forward, unable to stop them from burying his cock deep inside Dean in a rushed move. He opens his eyes against and leans down, propping himself up on his forearms and cupping the side of Dean's face with one hand.
"D..Dean...are you okay?"
Cas asks the question with a rough but quiet voice, barely above a whisper, but his hips won't stop grinding into Dean, slow slow circles working his cock even deeper inside the boy with each push.
*
Dean knows this, knows what being filled completely feels like - and still... this is different. He's had so many guys before Cas, so many rough fucks in some alley behind the clubs and bars of San Francisco, so many drunken one-night-stands, shoved against the walls of his room, each and every guys thrusting inside of him without mercy, without regard to what Dean wanted or needed.
And now it's Cas.
Cas holding him gently. Cas cupping his face, thumb stroking over his heated cheek. Cas sinking inside of him slowly, steadily, his eyes on him, looking out for the faintest indication of pain, his lips forming reassuring words, speaking of affection, of caring.
Dean throws his head back, feeling tears burn in the corners of his eyes, as his lips part in a silent cry of overwhelming pleasure. He's breathing hard for a few seconds, hands holding onto Cas' shoulders, curling around his neck desperately. When he tilts his head back up, eyes glassy as they search for Castiel's worried, blue orbs, there's a smile on Dean's lips.
"I'm... I'm okay", he says, words falling from his lips without any hesitation "I'm okay.... Cas... so good...."
*
Castiel has to shut his eyes, hands clenching in the sheets beneath him to keep himself from kissing Dean, the urge is so intense. He can practically feel Dean's lips on his, the tingling strong as he presses his lips together to bite back the growl of frustration he feels. Instead of giving in though, Cas just buries his face in the crook of Dean's neck and starts up a smooth, quick pace, thrusting in and out of Dean with hard slaps of flesh of flesh. It's wet, the sound almost filthy as he fucks into Dean harder and harder.
"D...Dean....s...so good..."
He shudders, stomach pressing down, grinding their bodies together against and around Dean's cock. The friction is hot, burning in a delicious way as Cas moves faster and faster, grunting against Dean's neck.
"You...you're so beautiful, Dean....so good..."
Cas grips a handful of Dean's hair and yanks back, exposing more of his neck so Cas can latch on, sucking a mark there.
*
Dean is speechless. There simply are no more words left to describe what's going on inside of him. And even if there were, he would've been to busy gasping and moaning with each of Castiel's quickly accelerating thrusts. He tries keeping his eyes open, wants to experience this, to witness everything. And it's worth it. Castiel looks ravishing like this, eyes half-lidded and still bright blue and so goddamn beautiful that it takes his breath. His pale skin reflects the dim light from a street lamp outside, outlining his silhouette and making him glow almost divinely. Dean wraps his trembling legs around Castiel's torso then, pulling him in even closer and groaning low at the indescribable sensations. Castiel grazes his prostate with almost every thrust now and it's so much more, so much better than everything they'd done so far. Dean's body spasms, fingers gripping the flesh of Cas' shoulders even harder, his cock rubbing against Castiel's stomach every now and then, leaking and twitching with anticipation.
"..gh..... Cas... m-more...", Dean all but begs, his voice almost pathetically thin and whining.
*
Cas sits up, standing, and grips Dean's hips with both hands, tight. He pulls out, then slams back inside, harder and harder, each push in to the hilt. This position makes it easier for Cas to get in as deep as he can, his cock splitting Dean apart with each thrust.
"FUCK...f..fuck Dean...so tight- a..ah god!"
His hands would leave bruises tomorrow, but Cas is too far gone to care much in the moment, focusing only on how amazing it feels to be inside of Dean, to feel his silken heat clench like a vice around him. It's insanely good, hot in a way that would melt glaciers, gripping him and sucking and Cas is sure he's going to lose his mind.
"N...Ngh....D..Dean...g...gonna come, ba-by..."
Cas stutters, and pulls Dean's legs up, throwing them over his shoulders so Dean's feet were behind his head, and rails into him even harder, a strangled sob escaping his throat.
"A.....Ah god, Dean!"
*
For a short moment in all the lust-clouded haze, Dean feels his lips curl into a smile. Cas had never been this vocal during sex, never had felt the impossible urge to voice his feelings quite like this. He'd never called him 'baby' as well and it's something, Dean would have to think about later, something meaningful, something important. Right now though, Dean is too caught up in just being. He feels Cas everywhere. He's inside, above, below and all around him and Dean had never before felt as safe as he does now. His nails scrape over Castiel's back, the motion making the older man groan even deeper and Dean rolls his hips up, meeting Castiel's thrusts eagerly.
"..s-so close... c'mon Cas..... come for me... need you t-"
Dean sucks in a deep breath, as Cas pushes back in even harder, causing Dean's upper body to rear up, only to slump back down on the mattress hard. And then Cas hits his prostate again and Dean knows he never stood a chance lasting long, as his body's jerking below Castiel, his semen painting their stomachs, as his cock is twitching frantically. Dean holds tight to Castiel, feeling his cock inside of him even more distinctly now, his whole body sensitive and sore.
*
The moment that Dean comes, Cas tumbles after him, right over the cliff into pleasure washed oblivion. He cries out and pushes deep into Dean, coming inside him, and for once Dean is able to actually feel it, the warmth as Cas pulses out his orgasm. He crumples over Dean, panting, gasping Dean's name like a worn out record, stuck on the same lyric over and over. Cas shudders, a low soft moan coming from him as his muscles tick from use, and he knows he's going to ache tomorrow from how hard he just fucked Dean.
"...Dean..", Cas whispers, and wraps his arms around the boy to hold him close, pressing slow, soft kisses along Dean's neck, over and over.
It felt so amazing, finally doing this, being inside Dean, buried deep without anything separating them now. He takes a deep breath, memorizing the scent of Dean, the sweat and sex and over all Dean smell that he had grown to love. Cas lets out a soft sigh, and keeps his nose pressed to Dean's neck, settling over Dean for a moment, just breathing.
*
Dean still feels dizzy, light headed from the intensity of his orgasm, when Cas is jerking on top of him. He's filling him with wet heat, making him gasp at a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time and only now realizes how much he had missed. He can feel Cas softening inside of him and as he slumps down on top of him, he feels his cock slipping out, leaving him empty but slick with lube and come. Dean squeezes his eyes shut, as he feels wetness dripping from his hole, a shudder going through his whole body. Cas slides off him, coming to a rest on his side, arms wrapped loosely around Dean and Dean moves to mirror his position. His body aches all over but it's a good ache, pain resulting from utter pleasure and fulfillment. It's hard at first but when he does manage to move his hand, he trails it down his own body, fingers finding the streaks of come still pouring out of him. He shudders again, eyes fluttering shut and forehead falling against Castiel's shoulder, as he presses a finger inside of himself, just feeling for a moment, acknowledging that it really had happened.
*
Cas watches what Dean does, eyes widening in disbelief, jaw dropping just a little bit. It's so...filthy, and lewd...and god that's fucking hot. He licks his lips, shuddering slightly, before leaning in to kiss at Dean's neck.
"So...that was good then?", Cas' voice is teasing, a tiny bit cocky.
He nips at the delicate skin there, then sucks another mark.
"...Thank you, Dean. For trusting me with this...for doing this for me."
Cas presses a soft kiss to Dean's forehead and sighs gently, his entire body relaxed as he lies beside Dean.
*
Dean chuckles lowly, licking his lips before rolling on top of Cas, pinning him down on the mattress. He leans down to brush his lips over his earlobe, nipping softly at the warm skin there and nuzzling at the short, dark hair just above his ears.
"Don't ask stupid questions", he whispers and Cas too smiles.
Dean lets himself sink down next to him again, arms sprawled over Castiel's torso, his head resting on his chest. In this position he can hear his heartbeat, the evenly slowing down drumming, the blood rushing through his lover's veins.
His voice, when he speaks again, is quiet and calm and it might've been meant teasing but neither of them cares, so the soft "You're welcome" sounds so much more like 'Thank you' and 'I need you' and 'I love you'.
*
Cas murmurs softly against Dean's forehead, sighing gently.
"Let's get cleaned up and sleep...okay?"
He slowly stands up and then pulls Dean to his feet as well, smirking slightly at the grimace on Dean's face.
"You okay?"
*
Dean winces slightly, needing a moment to adjust but then nods back at Cas, mumbling " 'm fine." Tapping over to the door he unlocks it and checks the hallway, before pulling Cas out and over to the bathroom with him. They have a quick shower, just a few gentle touches and kisses shared, and when they're back inside Dean's room and Cas had pulled the blanket over both of them, Dean is too tired to care about how closely he's clinging to him. Somewhere on the verge of falling asleep, a string of words stumble over his lips, hanging in the air and making Cas' lips curl into a soft smile.
"..best Christmas ever....."