RockStarPeach

This was written for the nekid_spike crossover going on this week with Supernatural. I can’t post this there until Saturday, but I’m putting up here a bit early. And since it's me, and I seem to really enjoy writing the less popular pairings, I give you a little bit of Cas/Wes. I know, I know, wtf? But I just love them both so much, and I really do think they work together. So please, give it a shot, M'kay? :)

Title: First Time For Everything

Pairing: Castiel/Wesley, some one sided Castiel/Dean

Rating: Part 1 PG, Part 2 Adult

Summary: Wesley meets a fascinating stranger. Castiel decides to get to know someone besides Dean and Sam, and learns that life as a human can be pretty good. Early S5 Angel, early S4 SPN.

Part 1

Part 2

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like something to drink?” Wesley asked, after he’d lead them down the block and up the stairs to his apartment. He took off his own jacket and hung it on the rack near the door, holding out his hand to take Castiel’s.

Castiel looked at him, that same curious, intense and slightly detached look that Wesley had come to associate with him concentrating on something. Wesley liked that look. There was something refreshing about it, almost innocent, he would have said, if not for the many lifetimes he could almost see in the dark of Castiel’s eyes.

“No, thank you,” Castiel answered.

“Fair enough,” Wesley smiled, and lifted his hand to grasp the lapel of Castiel’s trench coat, giving it an experimental tug when the man made move to take it off. “May I take your coat?”

Castiel nodded and slipped the coat off, watching as Wesley hung it up, and followed him the few steps across the hallway, and into the living room.

Wesley stopped in the center of the main room of his flat, and cleared this throat, suddenly nervous. This was the part where they would normally have some liquor, something to loosen them up some while they traded absent small talk and worked up to the good part. That was, if they weren’t both already drunk.

But Castiel had made it pretty clear he wasn’t thirsty, and Wesley took that to assume he didn’t drink alcohol, but the thought of instead offering him some tea, or water, seemed silly. And he really didn’t seem like the type who enjoyed small talk. Or was really even able to make it. That left only one thing.

It was what he’d invited him here for, so really all he was doing was saving a little bit of time, skipping the preliminaries. He should have been grateful.

He turned and stood in front of Castiel, inched closer, starting to move in for some sort of contact, a touch, a kiss, hopefully lots of both, and it was incredibly disconcerting that Castiel didn’t make any attempt to lean closer himself, didn’t move, didn’t blink. He just stared at Wesley, that same damnably unreadable expression, and waited.

Wesley hadn’t ever really thought about it before now, but so much of the lead-in to a kiss depended on both parties wanting it, on both of them showing interest, giving small clues, bloody moving. Wesley thought about stopping, because who the hell wants to kiss someone that doesn’t want to kiss you back? But he’d asked Castiel here, and he’d agreed, so Wesley swallowed his uncertainty and closed the remaining distance between them.

Their height difference was almost non-existent, but Wesley had to tilt his head slightly downward, he was relieved when with a slight tick of his chin upward, Castiel finally gave him some sort of permission.

It was a shame that that’s where it ended. Wesley pressed his lips against the other man’s, added just a small bit of pressure, but Castiel didn’t respond. He didn’t pull away, either, which was good, he supposed, and Wesley really didn’t mind doing most of the work, but if they were going to do this, he needed something from him.

Castiel let Wesley kiss him. He hadn’t been expecting it, but it was pleasant. Wesley looked good, he smelled good, he felt good, lips pressed solidly to his, so near him that Castiel could feel the heat radiate off his body, could feel the breath leaving his nose and puffing against Casteil’s upper lip.

He didn’t move, didn’t react, not outwardly anyway, but inside, there were definitely reactions. He noticed his heart rate pick up slightly, noticed his body take in a heavier than usual breath, felt a light fluttering inside his stomach, and felt his penis stir.

He was experiencing sexual arousal for the first time, and it was intriguing.

He felt Wesley pull back, watched him put a full step between them, eyebrows drawn slightly, lips pursed, and Castiel realised too late that he should have responded in some way.

“You asked me here for intimacy,” Castiel said, a statement of the obvious, but the slight questioning lilt to his voice suggested that he was only just realising that.

“I asked you here for sex,” Wesley corrected, tiny little lines forming around the corners of his mouth, to match those between his eyebrows. “Forgive me if I’m being forward, but… I thought that was obvious.”

Castiel’s lips curved into that small smile again, and stepped forward, into Wesley’s space, and even though he was smaller, he seemed, to the both of them, to loom over him. It should have been obvious, now that he thought back on it. He was still getting used to human interaction.

He looked at Wesley, at his slightly puzzled expression, and though he was clearly put off by Castiel’s seeming disinterest, he wasn’t backing away. He looked into his eyes, held them, and found himself impressed, excited by the intensity he found there.

Wesley thought he might faint. Or possibly throw up. They way Castiel was holding his gaze seemed almost physical, the way he was looking at him making any kind of corporeal contact between them, no matter how strong or pleasant, seem gossamer, inconsequential, in comparison.

He wanted more. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship this man, take him to bed and lay himself out for his pleasure, give until he had nothing left. And then he wanted to take.

He sincerely hoped Castiel hadn’t changed his mind.

Castiel wasn’t omniscient, didn’t know everything, couldn’t read a person’s destiny simply by looking at them, but he sometimes knew things, felt things. And when he looked into Wesley’s eyes, he felt pain. It was a deep pain, something the man himself probably wasn’t fully aware of, buried inside of him somewhere, where he couldn’t quite grasp its meaning.

He’d done things. Horrible things. And had horrible things done to him, and he was somehow less than he should be. Incomplete. Like someone or something had taken a part of him away, and he didn’t even know it.

He wanted to say something to take his hurt away, to right whatever was wrong, the art of compassion not lost on him, as with Uriel, and growing stronger each day, but he wouldn’t have known what to say. And he didn’t think Wesley would appreciate him bringing up unpleasant, not quite memories, especially now.

He hadn’t had the chance or the inclination to speak with very many people, so his social skills were severely underdeveloped, but something he’d learned from Dean, was that most people preferred to keep their problems to themselves.

He touched him, hand lifting to cup the side of Wesley’s face, and he kissed him. Wesley’s lips yielded immediately to his own, his mouth pliable and unresisting as Castiel’s lips parted, his tongue slipping out clumsily to slide past Wesley’s lips and into his mouth.

The angel knew what sex was, mechanically. He understood how it worked, in all its forms and variations. Understood, in graphic detail, all that the act could potentially involve. But he’d never done it before, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, what to do to make this enjoyable. Any instincts he might have gone on were only those of the man he was possessing. He spared a passing moment to consider that this was a grave violation of the trust that Jimmy had placed in him when he’d offered up his body for Castiel’s use, but Jimmy had done just that – offered his body to an angel, to use as he chose – and he pushed down his doubts.

He knew that Wesley was a good-looking man, and he couldn’t deny how this body reacted to him. The memories of his vessel were also suggesting that the act could provide extremely pleasant sensations, and he found, in this moment, that he wanted acutely to experience that for himself.

Perhaps it would serve to take his mind off Dean, for a while at least. To give him some perspective, to remind him that there were other humans on this planet, and one was as precious and worthy and deserving of worship as the next, and there was a reason that God demanded the angels fight a war on their behalf.

Wesley let Castiel kiss him, let him lead, but after a couple of seconds it became quite clear that he was struggling. Wesley couldn’t fathom why, Castiel obviously wanted this, or he wouldn’t have just stuck his tongue in his mouth, but he seemed hesitant, almost awkward. Like he didn’t quite know what he was doing.

But that was impossible. Castiel was an incredibly attractive man, and Wesley couldn’t possibly imagine that he hadn’t indulged in more than his fair share of kissing, and a great deal more, during his life. He was probably just nervous. Wesley smiled. He could fix that.

“Come,” he said, stepping back and placing his hand over Castiel’s on his cheek, before pulling them both down, and tugging, gently. Castiel simply tilted his head, a half nod, and followed behind him, as Wesley led them both to the bedroom.

After the short walk down the hallway, Wesley ushered Castiel into his room, stopping them a few feet from the bed, and pulled the slightly smaller man close with one hand on his upper back, the other securely cupping the base of his skull.

This time, when Wesley leaned in and pressed their lips together, he didn’t stop. He pressed harder, forceful, taking control, and Castiel let him. He pried Castiel’s mouth open with his own, pushing his tongue out and across Castiel’s, and Castiel matched his movements.

He moaned into the kiss, lips mashed together, tongues tangled and teeth clashing awkwardly against each other, and his hands slid, one up slightly, his fingers carding through Castiel’s hair as he gripped his head tight, the other down his back to his waist, fist tugging at his shirt to pull it free of his pants.

Again, Castiel let him. Even groaned a little bit himself when Wesley’s fingers brushed across his rear, and his tongue moved in a particularly tantalising way across the roof of his mouth.

And Castiel let him, when Wesley pulled back, panting hard, lips puffy from the kissing and eyes glazed with lust, and quickly stripped first Castiel, and then himself, of all their clothes.

Wesley looked at him, eyes trailing from his face, across his chest, smooth and hard, toned but not overly muscled. Nice. He lowered his gaze a little more, across Castiel’s stomach, flat, not very defined, not like some he’d seen, but hard looking, strong looking, like the rest of him.

He looked down even further, to Castiel’s cock, hard now from the slight touches Wesley had given it when he’d stripped the man, standing thick and proud from the unruly patch of dark hair between his surprisingly skinny legs.

Wesley wanted to touch it, really touch it, take it in his hand, stroke it, surely and quickly, watch the pre-cum collect at the tip and spread it around, pumping him as he rained kisses all over his body, until Castiel was whimpering and crying and begging for release. He’d have to remember to work that in somewhere.

He did touch him, fingers brushing across the underside of his erection, trailing up the shaft, hand curling around it in a fist, and he swallowed down Castiel’s surprised cry of pleasure with his own open mouth.

Wesley pressed close as they kissed again, their naked bodies rubbing and writing against each other’s with each movement of head or hips or arms. He squeezed Castiel’s cock tighter in his hand, bit down hard on his bottom lip and thrust his hips forward, dragging the leaking tip of his own hard prick along Castiel’s belly, sucking in a sharp breath at the delicious sensation.

Wesley had been more than ready, since he’d first seen him turn his face toward him, eyes intense and fierce, since he’d first spoken, voice almost raspy and unflinching, as if he were completely and utterly sure of himself and everything he knew and did, to let Castiel take the lead tonight. He’d wanted him to. He’d wanted to surrender, to do whatever Castiel asked of him, and do it well and enthusiastically.

But so far at least, he seemed unwilling. He seemed willing enough to do whatever Wesley wanted, for now at least, and Wesley was going to take advantage of that while he could. He broke their already half broken kiss and smiled, licking a stray bit of saliva from his lip and moved a hand to Castiel’s shoulder, applying a noticeable but gentle pressure.

“Good,” he breathed out, praise falling unconsciously from his lips as Castiel followed his unspoken command and sunk to his knees, face turned up to look at him. “So good. So beautiful.”

And he was. So, so beautiful, kneeling on the worn carpet of Wesley’s bedroom floor, arms hanging loosely at his sides, looking up at Wesley almost in wonder. Wesley bit his lip to stop from crying out, and thought it might be possible to come from the visual stimulation alone. He really hoped not, because that would just be embarrassing.

Castiel shivered as Wesley placed his palm on his cheek, brushing his thumb softly across the cheekbone before sliding it along his bottom lip, pushing down slightly, encouraging him to open his mouth. He did, tilting his head slightly down to look at Wesley’s erection, the physical manifestation of his desire, of his expectation of pleasure.

It was impressive, Castiel thought, not that such a thing should be considered to either impress or not impress him, but it did. It was heavy looking, and thick, and even though Castiel hadn’t ever eaten anything in his entire existence, he found the sight of Wesley, hard and wanting him, made him hungry.

Castiel lowered his jaw, and Wesley took himself in hand, and slid inside.

There was a story, before Castiel’s time that said that God had ordered angels to kneel before man, but Castiel didn’t think this was exactly what he’d had in mind.

Wesley’s penis, or anyone’s for that matter, didn’t seem like it was meant to fit in a mouth; it was large, and the positive space of it didn’t match up well with the negative space of his mouth, but Wesley’s groan of approval told him that a perfect fit was obviously unimportant.

He moved further down along the shaft, experimentally hollowing out his cheeks, sucking slightly, pressing up with his tongue, and Wesley moaned again, his knees locked, and his hand slipped to the back of his head, pulling Castiel in closer. He looked up again at Wesley’s face, head tilted slightly back, eyes half closed in what looked suspiciously like ecstasy, and Castiel felt honoured to be providing him this service.

His mind wandered briefly, an unbidden image in his minds eye of Dean standing where Wesley was, looking down at him with such gratitude, such awe, and he pushed it quickly away. No. He and Dean weren’t meant for anything like this.

Until tonight, he hadn’t ever considered anything like with anybody.

Wesley tasted tangy, slightly sour, and the smell was heady, pungent. A smell he could only assume was associated with arousal, and the bitter taste of soap underneath it all was grounding. He wasn’t gaining any particular pleasure from this, but it wasn’t terrible either, and he did enjoy the sounds Wesley was making. Because of him.

His own cock, his vessel’s cock, untouched since he’d been possessing him, twitched again, heavy and pulsing between his legs. He wanted to touch it, wanted Wesley to touch it, but most of all, he wanted for Wesley to keep making those noises.

It was good, Wesley thought, Castiel’s tight, warm mouth around his prick, but he could tell that his new friend had never done this before. It wasn’t that unusual, he supposed. Perhaps Castiel was normally on the receiving end of this particular act. He gave a few stilted thrusts into the man’s mouth, careful not to choke him, a very real possibility considering his inexperience, and decided to move on to something else.

It wasn’t that it wasn’t amazing, or that he couldn’t have come like this, because it was, and he could have, easily, but when he did, he wanted Castiel to be inside him, wanted that gorgeous body draped across his own thin frame, as Castiel took him.

He placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing back just a bit, and Castiel took the hint, pulled away, and Wesley popped free.

“Get up,” Wesley told him, and Castiel obeyed, standing in front of him, unmoving. The way he seemed to be cautiously studying Wesley, curious, and yet completely convinced of his superiority, was starting to become a little unnerving. It was a good thing it was still sexy enough to override the part of Wesley’s brain that was functioning enough to be concerned about it.

Wesley glanced at the bed, and then looked back to Castiel, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. What exactly was he supposed to say? ‘Shall we fuck now?’ seemed a tad crude, and with anyone else he wouldn’t have had to say anything. They would have just fallen into it naturally, but Castiel was making him work for his fun tonight.

Castiel followed Wesley’s eyes, to his unmade bed, and they stopped there, even as Wesley turned back to him. “Is that where you’d like to have sex?” he asked, and waited as patiently as he could for Wesley to answer. He was anxious, and aroused, and he was ready to get back to things, because standing around like this was unnerving. And Castiel didn’t unnerve easily.

Wesley let out a small chuckle and took Castiel’s hand, crossing the few steps necessary to take them to the bed. He sat down and gave Castiel’s arm a small tug, and the man went with him, the two of them, after a second or two of fumbling, ending up laying side by side on the mattress, Wesley’s bunched up sheets pushed to the side.

“The bed is traditionally where one does this sort of thing,” Wesley joked. “Though there is something to be said for various other locations as well.”

“The bed is good,” Castiel answered, mouth curving up at the side again in his strange almost-smile, and he kissed Wesley again, pressing his body against the human’s.

All of his flesh slid against Wesley’s and when the head of his erection brushed against an equally hard one, Castiel gave a short yelp of unparalleled pleasure, and began to rock his hips in earnest, seeking more of the sensation. Wesley rocked against him, hands pawing absently at his back, his shoulders, his hair, everywhere, trying to pull him closer.

It was amazing. New and fantastic, and Castiel didn’t think he could ever be close enough. “I need to be inside you,” he breathed out, letting go of Wesley’s mouth, and he surprised himself with how much he meant those words. Up until this point, this had all been enjoyable, but mostly an exercise in learning, experimentation, but now… now things had changed. Now he needed.

“God yes,” Wesley agreed, as breathless a whisper as Catiel’s demand, though less gruff, less needy. “Yes,” he said again, and kissed Castiel, arms holding him tight to roll them, Wesley on his back and Castiel on top. “Yes.” Another kiss, and Wesley spread his legs, settling Castiel between them.

Castiel gave Wesley’s bottom lip one last swipe with his tongue, and pushed up on his arms, looking down at the man, naked, skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the dim light provided by the bulb in the hallway. He made a sound in his throat, almost a growl, raw and overwhelming, and he sat back, grabbed one of Wesley’s legs in his hand, and pushed it back, exposing his hole.

That was where he wanted to be, and he knew how this worked, so he grabbed his erection in one hand, and moved over Wesley, placing his tip to Wesley’s entrance, and pushed.

“Wait,” Wesley gasped, when Castiel started to breach him. “You have to… wait!” But Castiel didn’t, didn’t think he was capable of waiting any longer, not when the tight heat of Wesley’s passage started to grip him, and his lungs felt heavy, his body on fire.

“Shit!” Wesley cursed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut tightly, fingernails digging sharply into Castiel’s forearms. “Fuck!” Damn, that hurt. Castiel was fairly well endowed, and it had been a little while since Wesley had done this. He could have used some preparing. And had the man never heard of condoms?

Once Castiel was fully inside, as far as he could go, hips resting against the cheeks of Wesley’s ass, Wesley’s profanities seemed to register, and he stopped moving, looking down at him quizzically.

“Have I done something wrong?”

Wesley’s eyes opened wide, that face that people make when they can’t quite believe if someone is being serious. “Protection, for one thing,” he said, voice taking on a hard edge. Wesley may have gone through some self-destructive bouts, but he was always careful. Almost always.

“And some lubrication wouldn’t have hurt, either. They’re both in the drawer just there,” he said, indicating his bedside table.

Castiel frowned slightly and eased back, looking between their bodies as his hardness drew out of Wesley half way. There were smears of blood on him, and he was immediately remorseful. He hadn’t intended to hurt Wesley, but that’s obviously what he’d done, in his haste, his over-excitement.

“You’re hurt,” he said, looking up at Wesley’s face. “We should stop.”

“Well, you should put on a condom,” Wesley told him. “And you might want to go a little slower, at least at first, but no. We shouldn’t stop.”

“I’m sorry. This is… not as simple as I thought it would be.”

Castiel braced himself to pull the rest of the way out of Wesley, but the man stopped him, hands suddenly strong on his hips, preventing him from moving.

“Wait,” Wesley said, letting up his death grip on Castiel’s hips once the man had stilled over him. “Are you telling me that you’ve never…?”

“No,” Castiel answered. “I’ve never had sex.” He didn’t think he should explain that he was an angel of the lord possessing a human so that he could work God’s will, and before now had never had the opportunity or inclination for pleasures of the flesh. Most people wouldn’t have believed him anyway.

“Not… at all?” Wesley almost couldn’t believe that. He wouldn’t have, because look at Castiel, and how could someone who looked like that have never had sex? But it would explain a lot of what had been happening tonight, the misunderstandings and the slight fumbles, the fact that Castiel really was behaving like a… well, like a virgin.

“Not at all,” Castiel confirmed, and then looked down Wesley’s body to where they were joined. “Should I stop?” he asked, remembering that Wesley had told him he should be wearing a condom. He knew it wasn’t necessary, knew that his grace would protect Jimmy’s body from any diseases that might be transferred, and that meant that Wesley was safe, at least from him.

“No,” Wesley answered with a slight shake of his head, and shivered. “No, that’s… I’m clean. I just wanted to make sure…”

“That I was.”

Wesley smiled. “Yes. And now that I have some more information, we’ll call it an acceptable risk.”

Castiel nodded, relieved, and snapped his hips forward again, filling Wesley up with a forceful stroke.

Wesley sucked in a sharp breath at the renewed stab of pain. “But… but perhaps take it easy?” he suggested, quirking his lips. “At least for a moment.” And only for a moment, Wesley silently hoped, because once the burn of Castiel’s abrupt entry had subsided, he wanted Castiel to fuck him, hard.

Castiel smiled back, briefly, and began to move slowly, more methodical, cautious now, and careful not to cause any more pain. The grin faded quickly as he set up a rhythm, something intensely good for him, a feeling he’d never thought to know, never thought to desire, but now he was glad he’d been given this chance to experience it.

Soon, Wesley became more comfortable, the ache disappearing, replaced by pure pleasure as Castiel moved in and out of him, powerful strokes slowly getting harder, faster, as he urged the man on, hands on his ass, guiding his movements. Yes. Yes, this was exactly what he’d been craving.

He tilted his neck back when Castiel leaned forward, lips pressing down stiff but gentle on his skin, peppering kisses and tiny bites over his pulse point. “Oh God,” he moaned, as Castiel’s cock brushed his prostate, and he bucked up, his own dick sliding across Castiel’s stomach. “Oh God, that’s good.”

Castiel answered with a moan of his own, biting down a little bit harder on Wesley’s neck, and picking up the pace of his thrusts. Yes, he mentally agreed, eyes drifting shut, face tightening in concentration. It was good. He understood now why the act was such a temptation, though he didn’t think God appreciated being called on at times like these.

His motions were careful, calculated, even as he chased his orgasm. He didn’t want to hurt Wesley any more than he already had, but his control was tenuous. Even the abilities of angels weren’t boundless, and this mortal body hadn’t experienced any greater physical sensation since he’d been inside it.

It would be only too easy to let go, to ravage and take all he wanted, and he had a feeling Wesley would let him. But he wasn’t here to cause pain.

“It’s alright,” Wesley told him, swallowing around his own need, starting to move faster himself now, past ready. It was lasting much longer than Wesley had expected, almost longer than he’d hoped. Castiel’s control was as impressive as the rest of him, and Wesley needed to come so badly it almost hurt. “It’s alright, you can let go. I won’t break.”

Castiel let out a small puff of air, only just realising he’d been holding his breath, and thrust harder. Harder and faster, so that before long he was lifting Wesley up off the bed slightly with each stroke. He knew his orgasm was coming, could feel it building in his toes, creeping up his legs and when it finally hit, he was still surprised by its intensity, by the wordless shout that accompanied it.

He was vaguely aware of Wesley’s hand between them, wrapped around his own erection, and when he’d stopped erupting into Wesley, he pulled back, breathing heavily, and placed a hand over it, fingers threading together, as they both worked him to completion.

Less than thirty seconds after Castiel’s hand joined his on his cock, Wesley came. He jerked his hips forward, head pushing back into the pillow as his body bowed, and he shot his thick white fluid out over his fingers, over Castiel’s, and he smiled lazily up at him.

Castiel looked at him steadily, and kissed him again, before pulling back completely, watching his softening penis slip free from Wesley’s body with wonder. It was sticky, like his hand, and he wanted to touch himself, to see what that felt like, but he didn’t think now was an appropriate time. Maybe later.

He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, feet placed flatly on the floor, his eyes studying a random spot on the far wall.

Wesley rolled his eyes and pushed up as well, getting off the bed to grab two hand towels from the closet, tossing one to Castiel, and using the other to wipe some of the stray fluid off himself. He hadn’t exactly pegged Castiel for the cuddly type, after sex or any other time, but it would have been nice for Wesley to have a chance to catch his breath first, before the man turned his back on him, ready to leave.

Castiel caught the towel, and watched as Wesley cleaned himself up, before wiping the spend off his hand and penis.

“Should I call you a cab?” Wesley asked, grabbing a pair of sweats from his floor and stepping into them.

“You want me to leave?” Castiel asked, looked up at him.

“I thought…” Wesley started, frowning. Had he misunderstood? Wouldn’t be the first time. Damn, but the man was near impossible to read. “I thought you had to go?”

“I will be leaving this town in a few hours,” he confirmed. “But I don’t require transportation.” Blinking in and out of space at will was convenient.

“Oh,” Wesley said, frowning. This was awkward. He sort of wished Castiel would put his clothes back on, now that the mood was well and truly broken. “So… what would you like to do until then?”

Castiel tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then looked back up to Wesley, eyes warmer than they had been all evening, disarming, natural.

“I think I’d like to have that drink.”

END