I Want To

Chapter Five

     Dean awoke to find a sturdy, warm, body against his back and silky-soft red velvet and black bed sheets and comforter. He looked at the walls around him, taking notice of his surroundings finding an escape, if necessary, through the black door a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Slowly, Dean turned around to find out who had brought him home last night and hoped to Chuck he remembered what happened. As Dean turns completely around he is face to face with an incredibly sexy man with dark sex hair that smelled like sweet pea. Then it all came rushing back to Dean; the panties, the car, the punishment. Dean had never cum that much since high school. But it was amazing.

The touching, the feeling, the groping and the grinding. Cas's cock, long, hot, thick, and heavy in his mouth, down his throat. The way he looked at Dean in his panties like he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. The dirty talk, and his favorite... when the lady walked by, not even noticing what was going on in the car right next to her. All she had to do was look over and she would've seen how flushed and hard he was he,  begging Cas for more, how Castiel had-

Dean looked down at the covers which were tenting from his erection.

"Shit," Dean cursed to himself, he was already leaking precome, making a damp spot in the pretty sheets. He didn't want to wake Cas up so he could take care of it, but he didn't just want to sit there achingly hard for the next 3 hours. Dean thought a bit...actually that's exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to wait for Cas to wake up and see him like this, on his bedsheets, hard for him and only him. To see Dean with hickeys on his thighs, wanting more of Cas, wanting Castiel inside of him, waiting spread open and ready. Dean slowly slid out of bed expertly, not stirring Castiel from his sleep, and started looking through Cas's nightstand. He didn't know if this would be considered as invading Cas's privacy, after all, they had just met, but he'd felt like he'd know him forever and in every possible way. Dean silently 'aha!-ed when he'd found what he was looking for. Lube, a condom, and a small buttplug; well the smallest that Cas had out of the five in the drawer.

Wanting this to be a surprise, instead of stretching himself out on the bed next to Cas, he slid a throw blanket that was at the foot of the bed onto the floor with a few pillows and knelt down. Dean, on his hands and knees, lubed up one finger and traced the rim of his hole with the cold liquid. Slowly, he breached the puckered hole and pushed his finger in knuckle deep, purposefully avoiding his prostate, that  was Cas's job. He stifled a moan when he moved the finger around, pushing in and out until his hole loosened slightly. Biting his lip, Dean lubed up another finger and pushed them both into his ass hissing at the stretch but moaned quietly in full out pleasure. Shutting his eyes, Dean began to scissor his fingers accidentally brushing his sweet spot.

     "Fuck Cas!" He moaned, slightly too loud. Keeping his eyes shut Dean listened for any movement from the bed or Cas but heard nothing but quick, heavy breathing. He moved his fingers once more his fingers felt so good. He couldn't wait to see what it would feel like when Cas was inside of him.

    Knowing that he needed at least 4 fingers for Cas to fit in him, he scissored his fingers once more pulled his fingers out and put in the but plug. He knew he wasn't loose enough for Cas but he didn't care. He wanted to feel the stretch when Cas pushed inside him. He wanted to feel Cas.

Getting up to lay back beside Cas in the bed, the butt plug shifted and he moaned.
This is soooooo good.
Dean was shocked at his thoughts, he hadn't ever wanted someone this bad in his life.

Pulling the covers over him again he patiently waited for Cas to wake up, it felt like hours and Dean was just laying there, leaking and throbbing, plugged up to keep himself open. And partially stretched.