Mr. Novak's POV
The end of the day got closer with every tick of the clock.
My mind raced with excitement, but my stoic appearance kept together.
I still thought back to the nightmare I had last night. I don't know how I'd handle that.
At all. I don't want to think about it either.
The bell scared me out of my thoughts.
Dean was still sitting there. His head was in his hand. "Dean?" I stood up and walked over to him.
He was fast asleep. Quite adorable to be perfectly honest. I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned in, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
His eyes opened slightly. "Huh?" He slowly blinked a couple of times before looking at me. "Oh, Mr. Novak. I wasn't asleep. I swear."
His cheeks glowed red as I chuckled. "It's fine, Dean."
I grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "If you say so."
"Of course I do, Dean," I purred in his ear, holding his sides firmly.
I kissed along his jawline, causing him to lean his head back, which I took the chance to place my mouth on his neck, sucking gently.
I almost immediately earned a moan from him, which was what I was looking for.
I pulled away, looking into his gorgeously green eyes, while dragging his body closer to mine.
I connected my lips with his.
With methodical rhythm, our mouths melded together perfectly.
I reached and held his lower back, eventually curling my fingers under the edge of his black shirt.
We broke the kiss, so I could pull his shirt up and over his head.
I admired his bare torso. Lean muscle in all the right places. "You're so great, Dean." My voice came out rougher and deeper than normal.
Dean pulled my tie until it was undone, and it slid off my shoulder, onto the floor. "Same to you, Mr. Novak." He started unbuttoning my shirt, and kissing me again.
Eventually my white dress shirt was on the floor, along with my black tie and Dean's shirt.
We had moved over to my desk by then, with him sitting on it. I had moved to kissing his neck again, making my way down to his shoulder and collarbone.
After I caused him to make a small squeak from nipping at his collarbone, I said, "Call me Castiel."
I laid him back on my desk, and took both of his wrists into my right hand, positioning them above his head and held them there.
We kissed passionately until we needed to breathe, and in that break we stared at each other. Dean finally caught his breath. "Please keep going, Castiel." Him saying my name made me incredibly happy, and the fact he was allowing me to claim him as mine.
I returned to the earlier spot on his collarbone, teasing the sensitive area. This in turn made Dean give several moans of pleasure. During one of them, it hitched and he uttered my name.
He then bit the left side of his bottom lip, trying to contain his noises. I kissed him. "No." I placed my free hand over the stiffened part of his jeans, causing him to groan loudly. "I want to hear you," I growled next to his ear, pressing down more. His groan got deeper, his back arched, and I loved it.
I let go of his wrists and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off, throwing them somewhere. I did the same with my khakis.
We were both in only our boxers, staring, enjoying one another's bodies.
I loomed back over his body and held his sides. "I want you so badly," he shakily informed me after I lovingly kissed down his torso, stopping at his waistband.
I evilly smirked, ran my tongue over the delicate area of his collarbone, and hooked my thumbs inside his boxers. Pushing my arms down, his boxers slid off, hitting the floor. I wrapped my hand around his erection, causing him to whimper with want. "Do you really want me, Dean?" I asked, moving my hand up and lightly sliding my thumb over his head.
He gasped. "Oh, my God, yes," he replied and his eyes had closed.
"Open your eyes," I demanded. "Do you really want me?" I asked again, starting to slowly rub up and down.
He opened his eyes, looking directly into mine. "P-please, Castiel. I really want y-you." His begging made me want to tease him more, but I knew we'd have to leave soon. We were going to be late either way again. I wasn't going to leave Dean unsatisfied.
I licked over my index and middle finger, and slipped them inside of him. "If you wish," I said during his quiet moan.
Moving around, I repeatedly went over his spot causing him to gasp, and moan, and beg. I also eventually added my ring finger, stretching him, making him wriggle in enjoyment and yearning.
After minutes of slowly stroking him and having three of my digits in him, I removed my boxers and Dean whimpered for me to enter him.
Getting confirmation from him made my nervousness ease away, so I was okay with placing myself inside him, which is exactly what I did.
He hissed from the sudden stretching, but I gave him time to adjust. When he did I started to move in him. His noises were music to my ears and I wanted to please him as much as I possibly could.
I grabbed his hardened member and stroked him, while thrusting into him at a steady pace. He arched his back with that, and involuntarily tightening himself around me. I growled in pleasure. "Ah, H-Hell, Dean."
I felt a warm feeling start to pool in my stomach. I knew I was about to finish, and Dean was moaning my name. He was about to also.
Two thrusts later, with noises coming from both of us, I had spilled myself inside of Dean, who then finished onto his stomach. His heavy breathing was synced with my panting.
He sat up. "That was, uh...amazing, Castiel." He smiled and crossed his arms over his lower half.
"Yes it was," I said as I gathered our clothes off the floor, and gave his to him. "By the way, you're going to be late again."
He started getting dressed. "I figured. I'll come up with another excuse on the way home."
We were both fully dressed when I walked over to him and held his sides. "You really are great, Dean," I informed him before gently kissing him.
He blushed and grabbed his stuff. "You are too, Castiel."
I kissed him once more and hugged him. "I'm going to take you out tomorrow."
He looked puzzled, but agreed. "Oh. Okay."
I smiled. "Goodbye, Dean."
