Cas' alarm clock went off at seven on Saturday morning. Castiel cursed as he opened bleary red eyes. He rummaged underneath his bunk bed and found a baseball. He threw it at the defenseless alarm clock which fell on the floor before becoming permanently silent.
"What did the thing ever do to you?" Dean asked as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Ten more minutes," Cas mumbled while spooning the Winchester.
"Practice starts in an hour. Coach hates it when any player shows up late. He'll make us run two extra laps." Dean's cock twitched, when Castiel's warm breath caressed the back of his neck.
"Stop being Mr. Goody Two Shoes for a couple of minutes." Castiel pulled the navy sheets over the two of them. Dean turned to look at him.
Cas tugged Dean closer to him by pulling at the satin panties waistband. The green eyed teen didn't fight him. Dean nervously licked his swollen and chapped lips. "Fuck you're so beautiful," Castiel whispered before kissing him softly.
Dean's heartbeat accelerated. His hands latched on to Castiel's shoulders. He dragged his nails down the other boy's smooth back. The kiss intensified and Cas' hands grabbed on to Dean's ass. Dean gasped. His cock was rock hard. Castiel sported a boner himself. The dark haired boy switched their positions. His body covered Dean's. The couple didn't break the kiss.
Dean felt Castiel rub his swollen dick against his thigh. Cas slowly lowered Dean's panties and removed his own boxer briefs. "Is this ok?" Castiel managed to say in between heated kisses.
Dean answered by anchoring Cas' ankles with his own. The Winchester intensified the kiss. Castiel grinded his erection with Dean's own. Dean's body was on fire feeling the delicious friction both of their perspiring skin produced. He raked his fingernails deeper into Cas' lower back.
He felt an orgasm coming but this was more intense than any other one he ever experienced. His breath hitched and warmth pooled in his lower belly. Castiel was having trouble breathing, as well. His rubbing became faster and Cas buried his face into the juncture of Dean's neck and shoulder. Dean was only able to stifle a scream on a pillow. His fingers froze over the dimples above Cas' ass.
A few minutes later, Castiel slid his drenched body away from Dean's. Dean winced at the semen that was already becoming crusty on his lower belly. "That was awesome," Castiel said to break the comfortable silence.
"Amen," Dean whispered.
The two teens stared at each other and laughed. Dean pulled the blankets over their bodies. They had travelled to the foot of the bed during their little rut session. He held Castiel's right hand and seemed to be fascinated with the other boy's long and elegant fingers. He kissed each digit. Cas lay in a fetal position now. His big blue eyes were glued on the tawny haired boy.
Dean swallowed hard before clearing his throat. He continued playing with Cas' fingers. "I don't want to go all the way yet. I still hold some beliefs. One of them being that I want to be sure my first time will be with a person I'm in love with."
Castiel grinned. "I understand. Shit I'm surprised we've come this far. I promise I won't pressure you." He kissed the tip of Dean's nose.
"I was scared you'd get tired of being with a virgin." Dean traced the thumb of Cas' right hand.
"I have a confession to make." Castiel leaned his elbow on the mattress. He rested the side of his face on one of his hands. "I'm a virgin, too."
