50 Shades of Destiel

Part Fourteen

Dean's hand had traveled down the inside of Castiel's thigh, stopping inches away from his crotch.

"Thank you for getting me into an art show..." Cas muttered as they pulled away, pressing his forehead against Dean's chin. He could feel his cheeks burning brightly as Dean released his wrist and ran his hand through Cas' hair, tilting his head back to look down into his eyes, his face looking almost emotionless.

"You wanted to be an artist..." Dean whispered, brushing his lips against Cas'. "I just wanted to help you with your dream..." he whispered. Castiel felt his eyes go wide as Dean kissed him, his own green eyes shut. He felt tensed, staring at Dean as he kissed him.

W-why would he want to help me? Castiel thought, watching as Dean kissed him. Dean's eyes opened slightly as he slightly pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked in a hushed voice, cocking his head to the side as he placed his finger on the bottom of Castiel's chin. Cas felt himself relax, staring into Dean's eyes as he slightly shook his head. Dean moved to the side and looked up at the blacked out window that separated the driver from them. He turned back to Cas, pushing him back into the seat, crawling on top of him, pinning his shoulders against the leather.

"Thank you." Cas muttered, trailing his hands to Dean's pants, kissing him deeply as he unbuttoned Dean's pants. He used all of his strength to push Dean off of him so he laid back on the seat. "Let me..." Castiel whispered, kissing Dean's neck. Dean watched as Castiel pulled Dean's pants down and traced the hem of Dean's boxers, kissing his skin.

Castiel pulled Dean's boxers down slightly and continued kissing his skin, going closer to Dean's cock. He slid it into his mouth and went down all the way. Castiel didn't have a gag reflex. Dean let out a soft moan as Castiel slowly moved up and down, Dean grabbing him tightly by the hair, forcing him to move faster, but Castiel resisted, moving slower until he stopped. Dean growled, pulling Castiel away, sitting him up and stared at him with hungry eyes and a scowl on his face.

"Why don't you listen to me?" Dean growled, leaning close to Castiel's face. Cas smiled, leaning closer.

"Because it's fun to see you mad." Cas muttered, grinning ear to ear. Dean bit his bottom lip, glaring into Castiel's eyes as he pulled down Cas' pants.

"I don't like not being listened to." he growled softly, pinning Cas to the seat as he roughly thrusted into him, biting Cas' lip. He held Castiel tightly in his arms, pinning him against the seat as he thrusted roughly, kissing deeply. Cas moaned as Dean pulled his hair and lifted his legs, making it easier for him to thrust deeply. Dean kissed Castiel roughly as he continued thrusting, Castiel letting out soft moans.

Castiel opened his eyes, seeing Dean looking down at him with hungry eyes. He always stared at him with that look. As Dean finished, he squeezed Castiel tightly, breathing heavily into Cas' ear. They sat there for a few moments, Castiel staring down at Dean while he he laid there on top of him, resting his head against Cas' chest.

"What are you going to paint?" Dean whispered, pulling away then pulling up his pants. He sat back and let out a sigh, watching Cas pull on his pants.

"I don't know yet." he muttered, sitting back in his own seat. Dean hung his head for a moment, moving to sit beside Cas. He bit his bottom lip as he picked up his phone with one hand and placed the other across Cas' shoulders. Cas blushed, hanging his head as Dean tapped on his phone.

"If you need anything let me know." Dean told him.  "I had Simon run out and get a debit card for you. I'll put money on it every week." he glanced up at Cas. "From the allowance part of the contract." he muttered.

"Thanks..." Cas yawned, leaning up against Dean, a slight smile across his face. Dean glanced down at Cas and smiled, turning back to his phone. Castiel stared down at the ground as he sighed.

Nothing to talk about... Cas closed his eyes as he sighed again. How can I feel this way about him if I don't know anything about him?