Ready to Fall

Chapter Eleven

The weight of Castiel's gaze is what draws Dean awake the next morning. His muscles are loose from a good night's rest, and peeling his eyes open is an actual chore. When he finally does, it is to find his best friend once again staring down at him, intent clearly written in the depths of his eyes.

"Hey, Cas," Dean croaks as he stretches and rolls onto his back. "What time is it?"

"Seven," Castiel answers.

"In the morning?" Dean groans, letting his head fall back into his pillows.

Castiel is quiet, and when Dean slits his eyes open again and sees his best friend practically squirming where he sits on the bed, Dean asks, "What's wrong?"

Castiel maneuvers himself on top of Dean and leans in to kiss him. "I'd like to have sex again," he states. His breath is minty and cool and Dean pulls away to look at him.

"Did you just brush your teeth?"

"Yes," Castiel confirms. "I wanted to be ready."

A surge of endearment tugs at Dean's heartstrings, and he smiles up at his best friend, his hands falling to land on Castiel's thighs as they study each other in the early morning light that falls into the room in golden beams.

"Alright," Dean agrees, "but I wanna brush first too."

He sits up and waits for Castiel to get off of him, but the other teen pushes him back into the pillows, capturing Dean's mouth in his own, and mutters, "No need."

"Hey," Dean says, gently pushing at Castiel's chest. "Just give me a second, okay? I'll be right back, I promise. "

Castiel sighs, but rolls off of Dean nonetheless.

Dean winces as he walks to the bathroom, a reminder of Castiel apparent in his ass and thighs, and smiles at the memory.

He makes quick work of brushing his teeth and when he opens the door to the bathroom, Castiel is sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes trained on the door like a cat watching a canary. As soon as Dean comes out, Castiel is up and across the room, pulling Dean in with two hands around his neck and sliding their lips together.

He pulls Dean towards the bed as they kiss, but when he tries to bring Dean onto the bed with him Dean pulls away, his hands going to Castiel's forearms.

"Hey, hey," Dean says. "Slow down. I'm not going anywhere."

Castiel lets his hands drop to his thighs, and he nods. "I apologize," he says.

"Cas, it's okay just, lets slow down a little bit. I want you to enjoy it."

"Okay," Castiel agrees.

Dean smiles and pushes Castiel until he's lying on his back. He kisses his forehead and Castiel catches Dean's face between his palms. Their next kiss is languid, Castiel plunging his tongue into Dean's mouth, taking his time to explore, and when they separate, Dean fixes his lips to the soft skin of Castiel's neck and sucks until the spot turns warm beneath his mouth.

Castiel lets out a breathy little moan as Dean moves down his body, kissing and licking and tickling with feather light touches, and when Dean tugs Cas' pajama bottoms down his hips and Castiel's erection bobs free, Castiel looks down at him with hooded eyes that swim with anticipation.

"You paying attention?" Dean asks.

Castiel nods, and then Dean takes him into the heat of his mouth. Castiel's hand flies to Dean's bed head, his fingers threading through the strands as Dean bobs along his length.

As the sounds of breakfast begin to float up from the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and grease slipping under their bedroom door and filling the air, Dean brings them both to release, a hand wrapped around himself as he gets off on the sounds Castiel makes as Dean gives him his first official blow job.