What the Righteous Man Wanted (1 of 3)

Chapter Eight

The time flies by. Day in and day out, Cas and Dean are the dynamic duo. Dean keeps refusing Lisa's requests, Cas keeps fending off Meg's advances, they keep falling in love, and it's great. It's magical. It's everything either of them could have ever asked for. It is the sun in their sky and the grass on their ground and the air in their lungs. They fight, sure, like every healthy couple fights, but they always go back to one another. Cas has never been happier. Dean has never felt better. Dean is head over heels in love with his best friend, and he's not afraid to show it...except to his dad...and Cas' mom...and the general public.

So...their parents still don't know, and it makes their dating a lot harder. Even so, they manage, and soon, winter is here, wrapping around them like a warm quilt of promise to begin each day.

"Cas," Dean groans, rolling gently onto his sleeping boyfriend. Dean knows they have the house to themselves, for Gabe is away at college while Anna and Ms. Milton are visiting family up north for the holidays. "Caaassss," Dean whines, bouncing until Cas' eyes snap open to glare at Dean.

"Dean Winchester, so help me, if you don't leave me the hell alone, I will kick your ass to the curb," Cas growls around the pillow smashed to his face.

"Grumpy pants in the morning, are we?" Dean says, mouthing along Cas' neck and exposed shoulders, back and glorious ass. Cas grumbles again, but Dean is not convinced, especially with the way Cas is writhing beneath him, spreading his legs and arching his ass up to meet Dean's nipping and licking mouth. Dean bites Cas' ass cheek before lapping his tongue along the bite to soothe it. He then licks broad stripes against the underside curve of Cas' ass, where Cas' cheek meets his leg. He makes it to the middle and laps at Cas' hole, earning himself a whine from Cas.

The first time Dean made love to Cas was weeks ago, mere days after their first time period. Cas was a whimpering mess, and Dean decided that he rather liked seeing Cas come undone beneath him, almost as much as he liked seeing Cas come undone above him. So Dean takes hold of Cas' hips and pushes his tongue inside him, savoring the whimper Cas lets out. From there, Dean stretches him slowly, first with his tongue, then with his fingers, pulling him apart until Cas is nothing but a writhing mess beneath him.

"Dean, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chants, fingers holding tight to the sheets and spreading wider for Dean. Dean has three fingers inside of him, brushing against his prostate again and again.

"I will, baby," Dean croons, rolling Cas gently so they are face to face and slipping his tongue out to lap at the head of Cas' cock. Cas whines and jerks his hips.

"Please, please, Dean." Cas is whining, gripping tight to the sheets, and Dean knows he is nearly out of his mind. Dean doesn't relent though. He keeps stretching him hot and slow, never stopping sucking Cas' cock down his throat just for kicks. "Dean, please, please. I'm ready. I swear, I'm ready," Cas whines on repeat, but Dean thinks he's just a little cockslut who'd say anything if it meant Dean fucking him sooner. When Dean feels Cas is acceptably stretched and wrecked enough to continue, Dean pulls off and out, savoring the whimper Cas lets out at the loss. He watches Cas lay there, eyes blissed shut and chest heaving as Dean rolls on a condom and slicks himself with lube.

"Ready, Cas?" Dean asks, leaning close and nosing against Cas' neck. Cas lets out a huff of air that Dean thinks is supposed to be a laugh.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Cas asks, finally relinquishing his hold on the sheets and bringing his hands up along Dean's sides. Dean grins and kisses his boyfriend, threading his fingers through Cas' hair.

"Alright," Dean murmurs, pulling back and lining his cock up with Cas' tight hole before pushing slowly past the ring of muscle, letting out a shaky exhale for every millimeter he feels Cas around him. He feels Cas, despite the shaking of his hands, relax beneath him, allowing Dean complete access. "Fuck," he hisses when he is fully buried in Cas. His hands are threaded through Cas', his forehead resting on Cas' shoulder as he reigns the control it takes not to slam into Cas again and again because he's so fucking hot and tight.