Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

3

Addressing patients by their first names was common practice for the dark-haired man, at least in his age group.

"First, I'd like to have a look at your spine. Would you please take off your pants?"

Without hesitation, this was done, and a few moments later, the younger man was standing there only in a shirt and black boxer shorts.

Cas motioned for his patient to turn around as he rolled closer on his swivel stool.

While Dean bent down and touched the ground with his fingers, the older man also took a moment to look closely. The doctor had a nice tan, which indicated that he liked being in the sun. The thoughts that haunted Cas' head were whether it was also a seamless tan and whether he liked to go nudist.

Turn to the left and right, standing on one leg ...

Every movement was observed with a trained eye, and everything looked fine at first glance.

When Dean suddenly felt hands on his hips, holding him while bending forward, he had to swallow hard. That touch as his butt was pressed against Cas' crotch was damn arousing, and he was glad his shirt was long enough to hide the joyful and exciting twitching in his midsection.

"The legs are the same length," Cas winked, rolled back to the desk, and wanted to know where it hurt.

"You'd better ask where it doesn't hurt, then we'll be done faster," Dean grinned and put his pants back on while Castiel typed on the computer. "The lower back is currently causing problems."

After being asked to remove the shirt and lay face down on the couch, Cas had to swallow based on this beautiful, shapely upper body. And the rearview wasn't to be scoffed at either. Unfortunately, he noticed when rubbing his hands that they weren't as warm as he'd have liked.

Dean's eyes closed with a low, satisfied hum when slender fingers could be felt on his skin, scanning every inch with sensitive pressure. But then there were always places where a short hissing could be heard, or he held his breath because it hurt like hell.

Again and again, Cas worriedly asked, but Dean knew that it had to hurt so that the tangle of fascia smoothed out again.

"Don't worry, I'm tough," he grinned, turning his head to the side.

In this position, he had a good view of Cas' lower body. His mind wandered, going back to meeting him the first time. He remembered every moment, the feeling he had when ...

"Fuck!" The younger man shouted when he was brutally torn out of this wonderful daydream.

"Sorry," Castiel muttered but shook his head when Dean wanted to take his pants off to make it easier to work. "... just push them down a bit ..."

It would've been over with the concentration if Dean had been lain half-naked in front of him.

The trigger points on the lower back and butt were hell, and the thin fabric of the underpants didn't make it any better. But as painful as it was, it was also kind of pleasant in a strange way, and Dean savored every moment.

The hour was over too quickly, and they would've liked to continue even if the two saw each other again soon.

The second appointment ...

The young man sat in the waiting area early and heard voices from the still-closed glass door. There was a lot of laughter, and a pretty woman came out fifteen minutes later. Doubts rose in Dean; he still didn't know what sexual attitude Castiel had. But there wasn't much time to think about it because no sooner had the spraying sound of the disinfectant faded away than Cas stood at the door with a smile.