RockStarPeach

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It had been a new experience for Dean, feeling things he hadn’t ever quite felt before.  Not the physical sensation of the sex, because he’d hooked up with a few kinky chicks in his time, so it wasn’t like he’d never had anything up his ass before.  But this was the first time he’d been fucked.  By a guy, by an angel, by… by someone he cared so much about.

And it had hurt.  Not just in the physical way, though there was definitely some pain involved, especially at first, but… Dean felt torn apart emotionally.  He’d been vulnerable, still was.  He’d let Cas in, in the most intimate of ways, felt how much Cas loved him, and now it was like… he couldn’t stand to lose him, not after this.  Even more than before, he needed to hang on to Cas, and never let go.

It was funny, Dean had never really thought about sex like this before.  He kinda thought he might be in love.

He was screwed. 

Heh.

And the sex itself had been…  Okay, not the best sex ever, but once they got going, it had been pretty close to good.  Just the feel of Cas touching him like he had, his lips on him, his hands, his body pressed against his… Yeah, that had been great.  And sure, his dick was sort of scary to start out with, especially when it was headed for Dean’s ass, because besides his own, Dean had never even seen another dick up close, let alone touched one.

But after the initial pain, the sort of uncomfortable fullness, he’d gotten used to the way it worked inside him, slid in and out, and the fullness had actually started to feel pretty good.  And the way it hit his prostate every so often, the spongy head so much nicer than the hard, rounded nails on some chick’s hand, was something he could definitely get used to.

He’d had to jerk himself while Cas fucked him, because the angel hadn’t thought to offer, which was understandable considering he’d never had sex before, and was probably a bit overwhelmed to be thinking properly.  And Dean had had to finish on his own, furiously working himself, hand and cock squished between their bodies after Cas had collapsed on top of him, completely unconscious.

But that was okay.  It wasn’t like he’d really thought Cas was gonna knock it out of the park his first time at bat, anyway.  He was new at this, and with enough practice he’d get better.  Hell, he’d get awesome, considering what a great teacher he had now.

Cas wasn’t out for long.  Dean’s hand was still wrapped around his own dick, his come still warm and sticky on their skin, and Dean’s breathing was just starting to even out again after coming down from his orgasm high, when Cas jerked, lifted his head, and blinked down at Dean.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sleepily, and rolled off Dean, softened cock slipping out with a squishy sort of feeling, and placed himself on his back next to Dean.  Dean was still feeling pretty sated, body soft and relaxed, despite the throbbing ache in his ass, arms and legs sprawled and bent.  Cas was… rigid, almost.

Dean frowned, fidgeted, sighed, and fidgeted some more.  His partner next to him, stiff as a fucking board, and staring at the ceiling, was not something Dean was used to, after sex.  Passing out, sure.  Giggles, okay.  Heavy breathing and praises, most of the time.  But this… never.  It made him uneasy.  Insecure, which was something he was very familiar with overall, but never in the bedroom.

“Cas, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” came the neutral sounding reply, which didn’t exactly to a lot for Dean’s confidence.

He didn’t usually fish for validation after sex, but most of his partners didn’t just lie there motionless and silent afterward, either.  Cas had seemed to enjoy himself well enough while they were doing it, but maybe now he was having second thoughts.

Dean’s fingers twitched restlessly over his stomach as he fought the urge to reach for Cas, to pull him closer, kiss him, touch him.

“How was it?” he asked, even as he cringed.  He was usually so much fucking cooler than this.  He was hanging around Sam too much.  His brother’s geek was obviously contagious.

“It was… intense,” Cas told him, and Dean waited several seconds before Cas turned his head toward Dean.

“Intense…” Dean prompted, raising an eyebrow.  “Like, intense good, or…”

Cas smiled and lifted an arm, one knuckle brushing over Dean, from his chin, down over his neck and chest and finally pulling away when it reached his belly button.  “Yes,” he answered.  “Like… very good.”

Dean snorted and shook his head, grinned and caught Cas’ hand in his, just held it for a minute.

“And you?” Cas asked.  “Was it… good?”

And okay… awkward.  Because it hadn’t sucked, but it hadn’t been awesome, and Dean didn’t want to lie.  Not only that, but he was pretty sure Cas could half read his mind, so he didn’t even think he could lie to him.

“Dean?” Cas asked again, after a few seconds of silence.  He frowned and pulled his hand back, eyes looking at Dean hard.  “You didn’t like it.”

“No!” Dean protested, scowling and shifting closer to Cas on the bed, throwing an arm over the angel’s waist.  “No, of course I liked it.  Cas it was…”

It was what?  Physically somewhat lacking, but emotionally, pretty much the most intense experience of his sexual life?  Yeah.

“I loved it.  I mean… we could use some work, sure, and it’s only gonna get better, but…  Yeah.  It was good.”

Cas looked at him like he didn’t quite believe him, but he relaxed into Dean’s body anyway, when Dean squeezed, and pulled him closer.  Dean closed his eyes, and placed a kiss on Cas’ forehead, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence that lasted almost ten comfortable minutes.

Eventually though, Dean figured it was probably time to get up, get cleaned, and into a less compromising position before Sam got back.  He didn’t really figure ‘naked, and covered in his own come, leaking an angel’s jizz out of his ass’ was a look he wanted to show off to his little brother.

He took a breath and tilted his head, nudging Cas’ nose with his, and ready to tell him just that, but perhaps a little less graphically, but with his lips that close to Cas’ lips, his mind sort of went blank.  He moved forward, his mouth just barely touching down over Cas’ slightly open mouth, when his phone chirped, loud and obnoxious, and Dean sighed and pulled back, flopping down on his back on the bed.

He slapped Cas on a strong, sex-warmed thigh with the back of his hand.  “Cas,” he said, sounding tired and not at all interested in whoever was on the phone.  He nodded toward the table next to Cas’ side of the bed.  “You’re closer.  Could you reach…”  And then he blinked, and looked down, lifted up his hand, to find his cell phone nestled safely in his palm.

“Cheater,” he grinned, but it was actually pretty cool.  Fucking an angel was awesome.  For a lot of reasons.

He looked at the phone.  It was a text.  From Sam, obviously.

I’m in the room next door.  The walls are thin.  I’m fucking traumatised.

Dean barked out a sharp laugh and Cas looked at him, silently asking what was so funny.  “Sam,” he answered, and texted back.

Shut up.  Bitch.

Well, at least he didn’t actually see anything this time, which was something they should really all be thankful for.  Sam had walked in on more than enough of Dean’s sexual romps for either of them to be comfortable with.

Dean didn’t put his phone back down until it chirped again, ten seconds later, and he looked down at the screen.

Jerk.

Of course.

“What about Sam?” Cas asked, when Dean tossed the phone down on top of his jeans, on the floor.

“He’s staying next door tonight,” Dean said, and shot Cas a wicked smile, and a wink. 

He was surprised when Cas pushed himself up onto one elbow, smirked at him, and put a hand on his chest, sliding it down to his stomach and smearing Dean’s come over his belly and down into the course patch of pubic hair.  “Then we’ll have to be much quieter when we have sex this time.”

Cas trailed his fingers over Dean’s flaccid dick and across his balls, cupping the inside of his thigh and applying gentle pressure, slowly lifting it, spreading Dean out.

“Dude,” Dean laughed, and slapped Cas’ hand away.  “It’s been like, ten minutes.  We’re gonna need a little more time than…”  He trailed off as he glanced playfully down Cas’ body, only to settle his gaze on a surprisingly hard cock, jutting out proudly from between Cas’ legs.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, surprised and not a little impressed.  “Angels may be dicks, but… Damn that’s pretty cool.”

“Dean?” Cas asked, puzzled.

“Little thing called ‘recovery time’, Cas,” Dean told him.  “Though I guess your kind doesn’t have that problem.”

Can nodded, and rested his hand on Dean’s stomach, palm down over the sloppy remnants of his spend.  “I understand.  You’re unable to perform.”

“Dude!” Dean barked, jerking back.  “Okay, I know you’re new to all this, but Cas, here’s a hint:  Don’t ever accuse a guy of being impotent!”

“I don’t believe you’re impotent, Dean,” Cas answered, still pulling that confused and innocent face.  Dean really wanted to be offended, but it was hard when Cas looked like that, even though Dean didn’t buy it for a second.  “But if you currently can’t achieve an erection, you won’t be able to reach orgasm.  It’s okay.  We can wait until your body is ready.”

“Cas, if I didn’t know that you have absolutely no idea what a jackass you sound like, I’d   knock your fuckin’ block off.”  His tone was warm though, and his lips were pulled back in a smile.

The frown on Cas’ face deepened.  “Should I go?”

“What?  No.  Of course not.  Cas…” Dean sighed, and shifted uncomfortably, the feel of Cas’ come leaking out of him, cooling as it did, making him feel sort of uncomfortable and used, especially with Cas willing to leave so soon after.  “Even if we weren’t gonna fuck again, which, by the way, we so are,” he told him, waggling his eyebrows.  “I wouldn’t want you to go.  It’s… I feel better when you’re around, Cas.  Having you here while I sleep, just you being around… It’s good.”

Cas’ lips quirked, and he looked down at Dean, ducked in to lick across Dean’s bottom lip.  “It is.  And don’t worry; I’ll love you even if you can’t meet my sexual needs.”

“If I can’t…  Oh, you little…”

And if Dean was thinking things through, instead of trying to protect his image, he would have known that Cas was teasing him.  Hell, he did know, but that didn’t stop him from sitting up, pushing Cas flat on his back, and crawling over him.

“You’re the one who passed on me right at the good part, pal,” Dean growled, nipping at Cas’ chin, his neck, sucking hard while his fingertips dug into Cas’ biceps.  “I had to fuckin’… Never mind.  We’re going again.  And you better make it count.”

Dean crawled forward a little and reached down, wrapped his hand around Cas’ erection, and angled it back.  He canted his hips down, dragging the tip of Cas’ cock across his balls, and the slip of skin under them, and then paused when it was lined up with his hole.

He breathed in and out several times, eyes closed, trying to ignore how fucking weird this was.  Dean, as a rule, didn’t bounce up and down on cocks.  Shit.  Did this make him gay?  He didn’t think so, because the thought of tits still turned him on, and there wasn’t another man in the entire world that he’d even consider doing this with.

He wasn’t nearly delusional enough to think that this didn’t make him bi, maybe.  At least after the past half hour.  Because Cas was a dude, and he was a dude Dean really wanted to fuck.  Again.  He was a dude Dean was fucking in love with, maybe.  But for now, and the foreseeable future, he didn’t think his sexuality mattered beyond him and Cas, anyway.  So he wasn’t gonna spend any more time thinking about it than he had to.

Because that shit was awkward.

He opened his eyes again, and looked down at Cas.  He was still slick from the last time, Vaseline and jizz coating his passage, and he fucking ached, but he wanted to do this again.  And not just because Cas was making fun of him, in his bizarre angel way.  He just wanted it.

He licked his lips and blew out a breath, sunk down, the crown of Cas’ cock breaching his tight ring of muscle, and he hissed in sharply, but didn’t stop moving.  It stung, but only at first, and then the sting quickly turned into a more intense version of the dull ache that had taken up residence about two minutes after Cas was first inside him.

Overall, it was easier, because he was already stretched out, but he was also already sore, so being so full again so quickly, only made it more, of everything. 

Still, it wasn’t bad.  A few pushes back and down, a little roll of his hips at the end, and he thought he was kind of in the zone.  Not mind-blowing, but good.  He slowly started to raise his chest, angle his body closer and closer to ninety degrees to the bed, to Cas, hands on Cas’ chest as his hips rocked, and Cas bucked up under him.

Dean still wasn’t hard, but that was okay.  This was more about experimenting at this point, than it was about getting off.  He wanted to know what he could take, what felt good, what Cas liked.

Eventually he was sitting upright, and he looked down, at Cas.  He was… he was fucking incredible.  Eyes all slow and heavy, lips parted just the smallest bit and the pink tip of his tongue moving lazily between them.  He looked like he was fucking high, all laid out under Dean, hands placed on Dean’s knees, fingers shifting over the skin, and hips bucking up into Dean as he lowered himself, again and again.

It wasn’t long before Dean set up a good rhythm, up, down, swirl, fingernails digging into Cas’ chest, Cas grunting, and bucking up, Dean wincing, then sucking in a sharp gasp and shivering with the growing pleasure. 

It lasted a hell of a lot longer this time.

Probably half because Cas had just come, and half because Dean was controlling the motions, held Cas down when he had to, didn’t let him get too far ahead of the game.  Wouldn’t let him fuck Dean too hard, and Dean kept his pace steady.

At some point, it stopped hurting entirely.

Right about the time Cas looked up at him, blinked, and slid his hands up Dean’s thighs, the left one stopping at his hip, the right one wasting no time grabbing his cock, squeezing, making Dean cry out and tilt his hips, landing extra hard on that down thrust. 

And then he was hard again.  Hell he could have been before that, but he’d honestly just been so wrapped in the feeling of Castiel inside him, under him, that nothing else had seemed important.  He had Cas pinned to bed, and he was fucking riding him.

That was…  That was intense. 

And the more moaning Cas did under him, the faster his fist jerked his cock, the harder his hips thrust up, the more Dean felt.  Felt how Cas loved him, how Cas wanted him, and felt how awesome it was, fucking someone with a dick.

“Shit, Cas,” he breathed out, and sped up a little.  He was having a great time, abso-fuckin-lutely, but his legs were starting to get sore, and he was thinking it might be time to wrap this round up.  A quick glance at the clock on the table told him almost forty-five minutes had passed.  And he was a damn good lay, if he said so himself, but shit, that was a long time for a thirty year old man to be working out his thighs.

Cas seemed to be paying a lot more attention this time though, because when Dean’s hand squeezed down tighter on Cas’ shoulder, Cas only bucked up harder, faster under Dean, angling himself to consistently hit Dean’s sweet spot.  His hand sped up, pumping Dean’s cock faster than humanly possible, literally, his thumb rubbing over the head, and putting just the right amount of pressure on the underside on the upstroke.

Damn, but Cas was a fast learner.

“Fuck!” Dean swore, when he landed on Cas’ lap particularly hard, sharp stab of pain overridden by pleasure, and Cas’ hand squeezed hard around his shaft, loosened and pumped, until Dean couldn’t take any more.

Cas’ hand was wrapped around his prick, and Cas’ dick was up his ass.  He was surrounded by Cas, filled up with Cas, it was Goddamned fucking amazing.

“Dean,” Cas said, low and weak.  “Let go for me.”

And Dean lost it.  Jerked forward once, twice, and he came all over Cas’ stomach, panting and blinking, vision fading and blurring.

“You’re beautiful,” Cas told him, and then both his hands gripped Dean’s hips, holding him in place as Cas pushed up, hard, half a dozen times.  On the last thrust he held Dean still, held himself pushed inside as far as he could, and let out a series of pathetic sounding whimpers, before letting go, and falling back on the bed, collapsing with Dean on top of him.

“Cas…” Dean started, out of breath and unsure how to continue.

“Sleep, Dean,” Cas answered, hands on Dean’s hips and lifting him easily, placing him on the bed next to him.  Yeah, the second time was a huge improvement.  He was definitely looking forward to the third.

But not right now, and hell, Dean couldn’t argue with sleep.  And he couldn’t argue with Cas next to him, even if they were still sticky, and sweaty.  Cas pulled Dean close, threw an arm over his chest, kissed him, slowly, oh so fucking slowly, on his neck, and Dean breathed out a shaky breath, melted into Cas’ arms.  And slept.

***

The next thing Dean knew, the harsh morning sunlight was filtering in through the spaces between the curtains, rousing him from a restful sleep.  He clenched his eyes shut, even though they were never open in the first place, and shifted his hips, reached out his hand.

And found nothing.

Cas was gone.

Fucking son of a bitch.

It wasn’t like Dean needed flowers or shit like that, but Jesus Christ, they’d been over this!  Cas could at least let him know before he took off, left Dean spent and loose, sticky and fucked out and alone.

Cas was a shithead. 

And if Dean had ever loved him in the first place, which he didn’t, by the way, he totally didn’t love him anymore.