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spn_springflingTitle: First Thing
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
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There’s no sun coming through the blinds yet, just a thin bar of light from a streetlamp. Cas’s internal clock is almost impeccable: 4:27 AM. The alarm will go off at 5:00.
Dean is breathing quietly beside him, still lost in sleep. They had a late night last night, but still, they have no choice but to get an early start this morning.
They’d come back to the hotel bloodied. Cas hasn’t gotten used to the way Dean is used to it. Flesh still feels strange to him, and to see it torn and opened . . . or it’s different, he supposes, because it’s Dean.
They’d both collapsed into bed, a single king like they always get now. They haven’t had sex in several days. A long stretch for them. Imminent danger seems to have precluded it, but still, it makes Cas uneasy. He never feels as close to Dean as when they have sex. Dean says he needs sex less than the average person but also--jokingly?—says Cas isn’t allowed to tell anyone that.
Cas moves his body closer to Dean’s, seeking the heat in the curve of his body. Warmth emanates from Dean’s skin. He smells good: a masculine smell pleasantly at odds with the faint smell of soap. Dean’s naked except for the bandages lining his chest, abdomen, and arms. As Cas presses gently into him, he feels Dean’s erection curving stiffly up toward his abdomen. It has a visceral, primal effect on him that still surprises him. When he first took human form and had intense, but vague, longings, he didn’t know immediately what he was longing for. then Dean showed him, nothing was the same since.
Cas rolls over to face Dean, weighing the time and Dean’s expression of deep sleep. Even so, he can’t help but reach down and touch him, stroking gently just enjoying the feel.
Dean startles awake, blinking, and their eyes meet. There’s a moment of confusion and then a flicker of amusement. He pulls Cas in for a kiss, close-mouthed, but not chaste.
“Can we--?” Cas starts to whisper, but Dean is already rolling on top of him, affixing his lips to Cas’s neck, snaking his tongue up to Cas’s ear in a way that never fails to make Cas gasp. He realizes he’s erect too, and Dean is rubbing against him, slow and easy.
Dean keeps kissing him—shoulder blades, collarbone—so Cas feels the urgency build. What Dean’s doing feels great, but it’s not enough.
“Want you,” Dean whispers, needlessly, Cas thinks, but he’s starting to understand how these utterances work, mid-passion. Dean’s not great at expressing himself, but things slip out in unguarded moments.
Dean reaches between, taking both of them in hand, pumping furiously. Cas feels the sting of an injury as he flexes, but the pleasure is too intense to care. He buries his head in Dean’s neck and the sounds of Dean’s pleasure put him over the edge. He feels the wetness of his own orgasm, then Dean’s soon after. Dean relaxes on top of him, breathing heavy but slower. Cas snuggles him closer. He doesn’t mind the mess.
The alarm’s about to go off and Dean slaps at it, frustrated.
“We’ve got to get on the road.” Dean’s voice sounds heavy and resigned. Cas nods.
There’s more light coming in through the window, now, enough for Cas to make out the lines and planes of Dean’s muscular form as he pulls himself from the mattress.
“Shower first, though,” Dean adds. Cas smiles and follows him in.
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: NC-17
Written by
karmageddon for maco2111!There’s no sun coming through the blinds yet, just a thin bar of light from a streetlamp. Cas’s internal clock is almost impeccable: 4:27 AM. The alarm will go off at 5:00.
Dean is breathing quietly beside him, still lost in sleep. They had a late night last night, but still, they have no choice but to get an early start this morning.
They’d come back to the hotel bloodied. Cas hasn’t gotten used to the way Dean is used to it. Flesh still feels strange to him, and to see it torn and opened . . . or it’s different, he supposes, because it’s Dean.
They’d both collapsed into bed, a single king like they always get now. They haven’t had sex in several days. A long stretch for them. Imminent danger seems to have precluded it, but still, it makes Cas uneasy. He never feels as close to Dean as when they have sex. Dean says he needs sex less than the average person but also--jokingly?—says Cas isn’t allowed to tell anyone that.
Cas moves his body closer to Dean’s, seeking the heat in the curve of his body. Warmth emanates from Dean’s skin. He smells good: a masculine smell pleasantly at odds with the faint smell of soap. Dean’s naked except for the bandages lining his chest, abdomen, and arms. As Cas presses gently into him, he feels Dean’s erection curving stiffly up toward his abdomen. It has a visceral, primal effect on him that still surprises him. When he first took human form and had intense, but vague, longings, he didn’t know immediately what he was longing for. then Dean showed him, nothing was the same since.
Cas rolls over to face Dean, weighing the time and Dean’s expression of deep sleep. Even so, he can’t help but reach down and touch him, stroking gently just enjoying the feel.
Dean startles awake, blinking, and their eyes meet. There’s a moment of confusion and then a flicker of amusement. He pulls Cas in for a kiss, close-mouthed, but not chaste.
“Can we--?” Cas starts to whisper, but Dean is already rolling on top of him, affixing his lips to Cas’s neck, snaking his tongue up to Cas’s ear in a way that never fails to make Cas gasp. He realizes he’s erect too, and Dean is rubbing against him, slow and easy.
Dean keeps kissing him—shoulder blades, collarbone—so Cas feels the urgency build. What Dean’s doing feels great, but it’s not enough.
“Want you,” Dean whispers, needlessly, Cas thinks, but he’s starting to understand how these utterances work, mid-passion. Dean’s not great at expressing himself, but things slip out in unguarded moments.
Dean reaches between, taking both of them in hand, pumping furiously. Cas feels the sting of an injury as he flexes, but the pleasure is too intense to care. He buries his head in Dean’s neck and the sounds of Dean’s pleasure put him over the edge. He feels the wetness of his own orgasm, then Dean’s soon after. Dean relaxes on top of him, breathing heavy but slower. Cas snuggles him closer. He doesn’t mind the mess.
The alarm’s about to go off and Dean slaps at it, frustrated.
“We’ve got to get on the road.” Dean’s voice sounds heavy and resigned. Cas nods.
There’s more light coming in through the window, now, enough for Cas to make out the lines and planes of Dean’s muscular form as he pulls himself from the mattress.
“Shower first, though,” Dean adds. Cas smiles and follows him in.
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Date: 2011-06-03 12:27 pm (UTC)Your Cas POV is amazing. I love the way he craves Dean's touch and how he's willing to wake up Dean for it. ;)
Thank you so much! This was better than what I could've hoped for. :D
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Date: 2011-06-03 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-03 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-12 12:47 am (UTC)This is a beautiful moment between them.
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Date: 2011-06-12 10:11 pm (UTC)