Skin to Skin

Chapter 33

In the morning before they went their separate ways Castiel raked his eyes up and down Dean's body, biting his lip involuntarily. Jesus he's hot in uniform. Dean smiled, his green eyes twinkling like he's laughing at an inside joke. "Have a good day at school, I love you." Castiel nodded, still a bit distracted by Dean's appearance. "Maybe you should wear that to bed." Dean doubled over with laughter and kissed Castiel. "Okay Cassy." Castiel kissed him back, half tempted to lure Dean into a morning quickie. "Have a good day at work Navy boy." Dean's eyes lingered on Castiel, no doubt nasty thoughts were floating around in the beautiful mind. "Bye." Dean shook his head, a small smile spreading across his lips.
When Dean left Castiel got his satchel and made his way to his class. He saw Kevin sitting on the bench outside his first lecture and he quicky skipped over to his friend. "Mornin' Kev." He dropped down beside his shorter friend. Kevin was wearing a black shirt with ACDC on it and a purple kilt, always pushing the gender norms. His hair spiked up, the tips dyed purple. "I like the new hair." Castiel bounced his hand on the pointy hair tips. "Cassy, is Dean alright?" Castiel paused, "What do you mean?" "He hasn't hurt you, has he?" Castiel laughed, Dean would never hurt him, maybe he might get in his face but he would never hurt him. "No Kevin, Dean has never hurt me. Why would you think that?" "Because I see how much anger he has in him. He's strong Castiel and I don't think you realize how badly he could hurt you." Castiel wasn't going to listen to this, not when Dean just made progress about opening up some. "You're wrong about him Kevin. Dean would never hurt me, never." Castiel stood, shouldering his satchel and left his friend on the bench. He knows Kevin cares about him as a friend, that he was there for Castiel during dark times, but he doesn't know him and Dean's relationship. He doesn't know how devoted to Castiel Dean is. A small smile touched his lips as he sat down at a desk in the classroom. That Navy boy sure does love him.Castiel's day went by slowly, the second lecture as droll as the first one. He spotted Kevin waiting for him after the lecture ended and actually considered just walking past his friend but he knew guilt would eat him alive so he didn't. "Yes?" Kevin rubbed the back of his neck and scuffed his boots. "I'm sorry....I shouldn't accuse Dean when I don't know him." Castiel nodded, that's exactly right. Kevin knows nothing about Dean, knows nothing about what that beautiful man has been through. "It's okay... we're okay." Kevin smiled a bit, evidence of guilt still on his face. "You wanna hang tonight?" Castiel sighed, he knew Dean wouldn't be happy about that but he gave Kevin a fake answer. "I'll ask." Kevin frowned disapprovingly. "You have to ask? Doesn't that strike you as controlling?" Castiel shook his head. "No, I don't have to ask, I rather ask. It's respectful." Castiel knew damn well that was a lie, he did need to ask. Dean has never said he had too but Castiel could tell if he didn't it would probably set the other man off. "Alright...just give me a call or a text. I have another class I'll see you later." Castiel nodded and waved by to his friend. He didnt like lying but he knew if he told Kevin the truth he would freak out. Dean is sensitive, he's broken, it would be unfair if Castiel just went out without asking first. He walked back to his dorm, thinking of finishing his paper then maybe walking to the store to get some food. He could feel his stomach growling. When he unlocked his door and walked in he eyed the mess that was scattered everywhere. Maybe he should clean first....
Castiel spent most of the day typing up a new essay after he finished cleaning, feeling a bit more at ease now that he could see the surface of his desk. His mind kept wandering back to what Kevin said, that Dean could really hurt him. Castiel isn't blind, he's seen the wild rage in Dean's eyes but he trust him. It might be foolish, even stupid, but something in him knows Dean would never hurt him. Castiel turned some music on and leaned back in his computer chair, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music. He hates writing essays so much, in fact he hates school, but he figured if he was going to leave an imprint on this world he needs to be something, somebody important. Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose to try to relieve the slight tension headache that was developing and sighed heavily. Back to work. He's pretty behind in his classwork because his mind just hasn't been in the right place lately.
The time passed by slowly until the time Dean was supposed to get home.  Castiel turned off the computer and changed into his sweat pants, curled up in his bed and picked a Netflix show to watch on his phone. He heard the knob turning and ignored it, figuring it was Dean and smiled, pretending to  not notice the other man come in. Dean grunted when he took off his boots, threw his hat on the ground and shed the first layer of his uniform. "Hey, beautiful." Castiel rolled over and watched Dean undress, his tan body absolutely beautiful in the dim light of the lamp Castiel had turned on. "Whatcha been doing today?" Castiel shrugged, "Class and writing my essay. Relatively boring." Dean undid his pants and Castiel bit his lip. "Keep it on." "Hm?" "The rest of the uniform keep it on." Dean smiled tiredly. "I'm sweaty and sore. Let me take a shower first." Castiel fake pouted. "Okay, I'll be waiting here."
Castiel waited patiently for Dean to get out of the shower, sat on the corner of the bed, fiddling with his blanket. 15 minutes went by and he started getting impatient so he went to see what Dean was doing. The bathroom was steamy from the shower and Castiel peaked behind the curtain, Dean was leaning against the cold tile. "Dean?" He walked to the other side of the shower so he could see his face and Castiel saw Dean had fallen asleep. Castiel giggled and then frowned, how hard do they work Dean on base? "Baby?" He lightly tapped his shoulder, he didn't want to scare him and Dean slip. Dean blinked his eyes open, they looked so heavy. "Come on baby, you fell asleep." Castiel turned off the water and helped Dean out of the shower. Dean started drying himself off  but was moving rather slow so Castiel took the towel from him. "Let me do it." Dean leaned against the bathroom sink while Castiel dried his body off for him, Dean's eyes occasionally drooping shut. Castiel had a hard time restraining himself when the towel ran over Dean's abs, when he felt Dean's arms flex to keep himself standing. Dean was completely unaware of Castiel's current plight as he tried to stay awake. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired." "It's okay baby." When he was done he guided Dean to the bed and covered him with the blankets. Castiel crawled into bed beside him and held Dean in his arms. "I love you Navy boy." Dean muttered back in his sleep. "Love you too."
Castiel couldn't fall asleep, drying Dean's naked body like that really made him need some. He watched Dean take even breaths in his deep sleep and figured it would be okay if he just slipped into the bathroom really quick to relieve this sexual tension. Castiel climbed over Dean, pausing for a moment with his legs on either side of Dean. Fuck it was so tempting to wake him like this. Castiel shook his head, Dean is way too tired for anything like that. He got off rhe bed gently as to not wake Dean up. Castiel shut the bathroom door and sat on the edge of the tub. He pulled his cock out of his sweat pants, shuddered at the feeling of his hand wrapped around it. "Aah." He moaned softly as he started a slow stroke, he imagined it was Dean gripping him tightly while fucking him. Dean's big cock stretching open his tight ass, his strong arms holding Castiel up. Castiel licked the palm of his hand and rubbed the head of his cock, it twitched and dripped precum at the sensation. Castiel used his precum to lube up his cock as he stroked it off faster. "Dean.." Castiel threw his head back with pleasure, he was so close. His cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand, stomach muscles tensing. Castiel came into his hand, limit the need to clean up. He took a few deep, shakey breaths before washing his hand and wiping himself off. Maybe now he'll be able to sleep. Castiel crawled into bed with Dean, his body felt heavy from his release and he drifted into sleep quickly.