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For how many people were around this party, it still felt kind of private and cozy. People were sitting around on the couch and the floor, chatting up with someone, playing video games or watching others play. Like Cas had been doing since he got there.
He couldn’t help it. Charlie's new friend Dean was just so stunning, not to mention funny and caring. He had that killer smile, but was also bashful sometimes and the way he could blush, oh my Yoda!
Cas talked to him a few times during the course of the evening, but unfortunately couldn’t join him in playing video games. He had no clue how to play, how the controls worked and he really didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he kept close, observing Dean and his game play.
Time tucked away and a few of their friends slipped out, went home. Others had fallen asleep all around the house, but a few, Dean included, were still up at 2am, having fun with a game called Mario Party 3. Cas couldn't make head or tails what the game was about. Maybe it was too complicated for him. Or maybe he was too focused on Dean to really try and comprehend.
Charlie and Ddan were currently focused on the screen where somehow, three different players were racing on the bottom with these machines and boats that were… really strange looking. Apparently, it was so hard to try to beat the player on top who only had to glide. But it seemed Dean’s luck was changing because…
"Oooo! I get to be on top! ... ... .. Been awhile since I've done that."
Castiel's brain must have short-circuited, because his next thought somehow ended up being said out loud.
“Well, that is something I could help you with.”
In his defense, he was just thinking about what he could do to get closer to Dean, like find a common topic to discuss, something to bond over, or something like that. He didn't even think about having sex with Dean. Well, until he said it.
The whole room fell silent. Well, just Dean and Charlie because everyone else was gone and asleep, but still. Even the sounds of the Mario game were drowned by Castiel’s loud heartbeat.
Oh shit, he really did say that outlook, didn't he?
“Um, I, ah…” He tried, but then Dean suddenly spoke up.
“You know what, Red, it is getting late, maybe we should call it a night.” Cas’ heart dropped at those words, only to soar up again when Dean added: “Yeah, Cas and I should really go, get out of your hair, let you rest. Right Cas?”
“Um, yeah, right, sure.”
Charlie burst out laughing.
“Okay, yeah, real smooth, both of you. Now go before I change my mind and make you play Solitaire.”
“Oh, I like that game,” Cas said, which made Dean and Charlie exchange glances and burst out laughing, again. He should have stopped while he was ahead.
But then Dean was grabbing his hand, and pulling him to the door and then kissing his pants off as soon as they were outside of the apartment door. He was turned on beyond belief, but he managed to break the kiss long enough to ask “your place or mine?”
Dean’s response was to kiss him again, then push Cas back towards the next apartment door. Just as he thought someone might open and yell at them, there was a jingle of keys and Dean pulled back long enough to grin at him and reply that “my place is closer.”
Whitty too. Cas had forgotten to list humor as one of Dean’s amazing traits.
Oh, and then there was one more.
Big cock. Big, magnificent, thick, ‘ fills-me-up-just-right’, gorgeous cock.
If there was aftercare and breakfast in bed in the morning, Cas just might have to find another silly, highly embarrassing way to ask Dean to marry him.
Chapter 2
Notes:
Sorry for the slight delay with this one. Hope you guys enjoy.
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He was trying to reciprocate, he really was, but he kept getting lost in the kisses and touches the other man was providing. Fuck, he was so hot and it really had been a while since Dean topped… Oh, who was he kidding, it had been a while since he had any type of sex that didn’t involve just his own hand and nobody else.
Somehow they managed to get rid of all their clothes and get to Dean’s bedroom without any incident. Okay, Dean did stub his toe on a chair, but he handled it like a man and totally didn’t squeal into Cas’ mouth.
They just about reached the bed when they pulled each other’s boxers down and Dean simply had to drop down on his knees and worship the hell out of that cock with his mouth, just for a bit, just to make sure Cas was as wound up as he was. Not a minute later, Cas was pulling him off with a very serious, very arousing look on his face.
“We’re not playing games here, Dean,” he said, then turned around, climbed on the bed and freaking presented his ass to him. “Come on, get in here.”
“But– We have to–”
“Prep me fast then fuck me faster,” Cas comanded, and Dean scrabled to comply.
It was so hot, Cas’ hole practically sucking in his fingers. The man was ready in no time at all. Ready and impatient. But then Dean reached into the same drawer from where he had pulled out the lube before, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for. Oh, crap.
“What’s taking so long?” Cas asked, looking over his shoulder. Dean couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle, not freaking believing this was happening. Of course, that was just his crappy luck, why would things work in his favor for once?
“Um, I don’t, ah… I think I’m all out.”
“All out of what?”
“Condoms,” Dean replied silently, not daring to meet Cas’ gaze. Disappointment filled his insides, but then Cas shifted, turning fully towards Dean and he had to look up. What he found was a very serious face, with a deadly look in the other man’s eyes. Fuck, why was that so hot?
Cas looked him up and down, then took a deep breath and slowly released it. “You clean?”
“I promise!” Dean squeaked out, then cleared his throat (how fucking embarrassing), then repeated himself. “I am, I promise.”
“Good. Then, like I said, get in here!”
Holy shit. Dean couldn’t believe it. Cas wanted to go without. Oh, okay, okay, keep your cool, Winchester. Keep your cool and don’t fucking blow your load as soon as you ‘get in there’. Fuck.
It was really hard (heh) not to come as soon as he breached that warm, tight hole. It became even harder (heh!) not to do so as he pushed until he was all in. He had to take a moment, otherwise he’d fold and come right then and there. Thankfully, Cas seemed to be enjoying just being filled for now, so it worked in Dean’s favor.
As soon as he managed to get some composure, Dean started moving, angling himself in a way that made sure he rubbed against that sweet spot. The moment he found it, he went to town, fucking Cas fast, making the other man scream his head off. He was so freaking close himself, but he tried to focus on Cas, so he reached around and started jerking him off. It took maybe three strokes and an aborted one for Cas to come, clenching his hole and making Dean come too.
He fought hard not to pass out after he pulled out, to make sure Cas was okay, but his mind was fighting him. Dropping down next to where Cas himself fell on the bed, he searched the other man’s face for a moment, finding nothing but a smile.
“Looks like I earned a few stars, huh?” He said, then promptly drifted off.
He came to with the first rays of the sun and cursed himself for falling asleep without pulling the curtains. Then, his mind registered the warm body pressed to his back, and suddenly he couldn’t give a fuck that the sun was shining directly into his eyes. Fighting off the pressure in his belly, he cozied up and just enjoyed the warm embrace until he couldn’t take it anymore.
It was in the toilet that the thought finally hit him. He wanted more.
The thing was, he had known Cas for a while now, always meeting at Charlie’s game nights. He liked the dorky little guy right off the bat, but wasn’t sure if Cas even swung that way, much less if he would be interested in Dean. Until last night. Oh, last night…
Anyway, now that he had a taste, Dean wanted the whole pie.
But how do you ask the one-night-stand if they wanted to try to get to know each other a little more and maybe even attempt a relationship?
Start with a breakfast in bed?
Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
Dean would make him eggs and extra bacon (he knew Cas loved his meat), then serve it with some OJ and hopefully, get the nerve to start up a conversation that could take it from ‘me and you’ to ‘us’.