Touch Me Deeply - Destiel

10

This feeling was known; one woke up and didn't dare to open the eyes for fear that last night's partner would no longer be there. The bed was empty, and one was alone again. That feeling tore one apart, especially when it came to love.

...

Dean didn't want to but got up from the bed, trying to make his movements as careful as possible so as not to wake Cas. It succeeded as the older man only slumped a little to the side, his mouth opening in a way that would've been unattractive to literally anyone else, but to Dean, he just looked like a cute angel.

The younger man quietly crept into the kitchen because his throat had been dry for ages. That was probably also the reason why he was awake again. On the other hand, that didn't matter either. After all, one could sleep in the cemetery, right? One more tiny detail occurred to him. Luckily his car wasn't parked in a short-term parking zone; otherwise, there would've been at least three tickets behind the windshield wiper.

When Cas woke up, there was a brief moment of disorientation. Little by little, he remembered everything, and a smile spread across his face. But where the hell was the man lying next to him until recently?

He climbed somewhat clumsily out of the soft bed and first looked down at himself. He didn't really want to know what was sticking there, but what had led to it made his heart beat faster. First, he had to pee urgently and went on a search in the huge apartment.

Dean had heard that his friend had gotten up and tiptoed to the bathroom door, which opened again a moment later, and Cas was close to a heart attack.

"Dude!"

"Good morning to you too," Dean grinned mischievously, kissed him first, and then handed him the glass of water.

"Can I take a quick shower?"

"I dunno. Can you do it alone, or do you need a hand?" Dean said with a wink, letting his hand slide further down his chest until Cas sighed with pleasure.

How could I say no to such an offer?

...

He was still overwhelmed by the luxury in this apartment. The walk-in shower with beautiful dark brown and white tiles was really comfortable.

A large, square head shower was mounted on the wall at seven feet and left nothing to be desired – whether it was a massage jet, refreshing summer rain, or a powerful waterfall. But there was also a regular hand shower hanging on the wall.

Cas' head was weightless in Dean's hands. With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the gentle fingers massaging his scalp. It felt so good ... better than good ... definitely arousing.

Dean took the time to wash his friend's hair. His thumb slid over the ear, making Cas shiver. He knew he was hard ... could feel it with closed eyes.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Dean whispered in a teasing tone. His fingers interrupted their activity but were still buried in hair strands.

Cas could only nod. He slowly turned to take his friend in a loving hug. A soft, happy sigh as Dean was kissed with pure passion as the warm rain trickled down. Castiel was a great kisser – wild but not wet; playful but not awkward. A tender hand was on the back of Dean's head, the other exploring every inch of skin that was so easy to reach; elicited one lustful moan after the other.

While glancing, Castiel discovered a shower head he had never seen before and asked about it.

"That?" Dean asked, picking up the stainless steel shower head shaped like a thin dildo. "That's for the ass to clean."

Then he unscrewed the shower head and mounted the other on the hose to demonstrate it immediately.

"Turn around. You still have my sauce up your ass anyway," Dean grinned.