The Footman

1.3

April, 1913

Castiel knocked twice on Dean's door before Dean let him in. He opened it himself so they were again face to face. Dean stepped back and shut the door after Castiel entered.

"What made you change your mind?" Castiel turned and looked at him with those eyes.

Dean shrugged, "My father thought it was about time I sucked it up and let you do your job." The footman nodded understandingly. "Um." Dean started awkwardly. "To be honest, I don't even know what I'm supposed to do."

Castiel laughed lightly. "Well, you're father is quiet old fashion and so is Zachariah so because of that I must undress you. Not all your clothes but at least your dinner jacket and formal things."

Dean nodded. "Ok." He said slowly, his skin tingling in the thought of Castiel even touching him.

Castiel stepped forward and swallowed. Dean put his arms out, to help Castiel pull off his black blazer. Castiel undid his cuff links and put them back into the black box in his closer they appeared from. His fingers worker slowly from the hem of Dean's shirt to the top, unbuttoning each button with care. Dean soon realised that Castiel did not have to do this, but he let him anyway. Castiel looked up at him, his eyes going to his lips and down to his shirt again.

Dean grabbed the footman's wrists that were at his chest. Castiel's eyes widened, "What?!"

"Why are you doing that?" Dean asked with a partial sneer on his lips. Castiel had now been pulled even closer. They're legs were touching and so were their hips.

"Doing what?" Castiel spat back.

Dean looked down at Castiel's lips and back to his eyes angrily, "The thing you do. You look at my eyes and then my lips. It's driving me insane!"

Castiel, just in spite of Dean, took a long look at Dean's lips. He then looked back up into Dean's eyes and smirked. "Like that?"

There was a paused and then Dean huffed, "What do you want from me?"

"What do you want from me?" Castiel asked. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Dean's heart beat raced as Cas's lips became ever more tempting. "'Cause I will." The footman craned his neck to brush his lips against Dean's, his eyelids half closed. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He said again, but quieter.

Dean's nod was more of a tiny jerk in his head, or even just a shift in his face. But Castiel understood and eliminated the space between them.

Kissing Castiel was as unbelievable as Dean imagined it. Their lips working smoothly. Cas kissing soft and shyly but soon their kisses deepened. Dean's hands traveled to the back of Castiel's neck and the other went to the dip in his back. The footman had one hand on Dean's chest and the other in his hair. Castiel's tongue peeped through the lips and soon Dean was pulling him even closer to get more.

Their bodies worked together, Dean pushing Castiel up against the wall, with his hands moving anywhere that brought the other man closer. His hips pushed into Castiel's, their pants becoming tighter. Castiel rocked his hips against Dean's pulling his lips away just to breathless pant a few words.

"Bed?" He breathed. Dean nodded. Castiel pushed Dean down onto the mattress, pulling off his clothes. He helped Dean out of his shirt. He started to rub his present binder against Dean's through layers of fabric. That fabric soon disappeared until both of them were I their under wear.

Castiel broke their lips again and slide himself down between Dean's thighs. He pulled down Dean's undershorts, exposing his throbbing length. With his mouth and his tongue, Castiel brought little breathless sounds out of Dean. He looked up at him, watching Dean's green eyes shut and his face change expressions whilst his orgasm built up. Castiel smiled, sliding the tip of his tongue over the slit of the head of Dean's penis. He kissed the planes of skin around his member and along his thighs sentimentally. His fingers crawled along Dean's skin, rubbing all the places that felt so good. Castiel brought himself up to kiss his partner again.

"Dean," Castiel said roughly. His voice was almost enough to make Dean orgasm. "I want you to flip over now. Come into your underwear when you're ready, ok?" Castiel grabbed the shorts and handed them to Dean. He nodded and turned on to his front. Castiel sat back and looked at Dean's ass. With one hand on each cheek, he spread them apart and spit on Dean's anus, preparing him. After he was lubed up, Castiel slowly entered and finger and then a second.

He took them out and then pushed himself up, pressing his tip to Dean's rim. Dean let out another breathless noise that gave Castiel shivers. He slowly entered Dean. Dean's breath got caught in his throat and it was only rediscovered when Castiel pulled out and then entered again. Castiel started a rhythm that made him make his own little noises. His penis hit a nerve inside Dean that made him want to collapse it felt so good.

"I'm gonna-I'm gonna come." Castiel said in his low voice. Dean had never heard anything more sexy. Castiel bent across Dean's back, his rhythm quickening. Dean's mouth fell open and he moaned quietly? Coming into his underpants that he was jacking himself with. Castiel came soon after, his fuck slowly ending. He pulled out of Dean softly and let him roll over. Castiel breathed heavily, kneeling over Dean.

The green eyed man's eyes were half open but he could still see how beautiful Castiel looked. Cas's dark hair had curled slightly from the sweat and his eyes were slits. His torso was perfectly outlined and carved like a statue. His penis wasn't as big was Dean's, but Dean really didn't care because Castiel was big enough for him. He reached up and pulled Castiel down into his arms. Although they were sweaty and hot, neither of them cared. Their lips met again and it felt different then, maybe better than before. Castiel nudged his nose against Dean's jawline, making him smile. His dream had come true.