Heat of the Moment

Thirteen

Warning: Smut

Cas froze. He stared at Dean, his mind blank. The only thing he could see over his misty tears was Dean's eyes. They were filled with sorrow and disappointment. Castiel pulled away, hiding his wrists from sight, but it was too late. "Cas," Dean said quietly. "What did you do to yourself?"

Castiel sighed, tears rushing down his face instantly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry."

Dean held him tight, Cas's head cradled in the hollow of Dean's neck. Dean kissed him, soothing him, and calming him. "Shh," he hushed. "It's okay, Cas. It's okay."

Castiel just shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner, I'm sorry. Dean, I'm sorry." Dean shook his head absentmindedly, at a loss for words.

Finally, he replied, "We'll get through this, baby," he kissed Castiel's head. "I promise. Cas, it's going to be okay."

Castiel pulled away finally, staring at Dean's big green eyes, a few tears tracking down his cheeks. "Dean," he said. "I-"

"Goddamn it, Cas, if you tell me you're sorry one more time..."

He wasn't angry though. He laughed a bit.

Castiel shook his head, a little smile on his face. "Can we continue?" He asked.

Dean kissed Cas's wrists, his lips going over the fresh cuts and scars, as if they were Castiel's battle scars and not ugly damages he believed he'd deserved. "Sure," Dean replied. He gave Cas a stern look. "But we're talking later." though Castiel sensed his lust behind those hard eyes.

Castiel, unable to hold himself back now, kissed Dean's neck. His fingers started tracking down his back as Dean kissed his lips, his tongue sliding in and out of Cas's mouth. Dean was being far too gentle. Cas shoved him onto the bed. Dean looked up at him with bewildered eyes. Castiel leaned down and pressed his lips to Dean's chest, not quite kissing him.

When he got to Dean's belly button, Cas stopped and took off Dean's pants, sliding them off easily and throwing them to the corner of the room. Dean shivered slightly. He seemed to like Castiel being in control. Cas wondered if Dean always let the other person take control or If it was just to restore Castiel's pride. Cas eyed his half-hard member as he began to take off Dean's shirt, laying on top of him. He grinded against Dean's dick and Dean groaned, pulling Cas's pants off and soon they were both naked, Castiel sitting on Dean, his hands sliding over Dean's dick. Dean kissed him, repeatedly, hard and long, as he gave Cas the same treatment he was getting. With each stroke, he heard Dean moan and before he hit his climax, Castiel stopped and kissed him, making him stop before he could come. Qhen Cas stopped, Dean stopped, keeping up with the game. Cas felt a deep disappointment when he did, but continued to tease him. Dean growled, "That wasn't funny, Cas." But Cas kept going, until Dean was sweating. But he kept refusing to come and kept telling Cas to get to it already.

Castiel kept teasing him, grinding against him again, giving him incomplete handjobs and blowjobs, hearing him groan with pleasure. Then he'd stop, and do this over and over until Dean finally had enough. Dean stopped him on his fourth time of teasing him. "Cas, goddamn it," he said.

Cas frowned. Okay then. Time to spice things up.

Castiel put his mouth to Dean's dick, his tongue playing with his head. He felt Dean's dick throbbing as he sucked on his dick, tongue still playing with Dean's head. Dean moaned. Dean nodded, a silent agreement of, 'I'm ready.' Cas sucked harder, getting all of Dean's cock into his mouth, until he couldn't take anymore. He didn't have a gag reflex but it was somewhat hard to breathe. Dean gripped the bedsheets but didn't come. Castiel then stopped and then, without mercy, slammed himself into Dean. He heard Dean gasp, not resisting, but also not being the most cooperative companion. Cas figured it was payback for his teasing him. But Dean's body shuddered with pleasure. Dean grimaced, biting his fist to keep from screaming. Cas soothed him, and with his other hand, gave Dean a handjob, and Dean seemed to be enjoying it either way. He leaned into Cas's touch and Cas continued to rock his hips, working himself inside of Dean until Dean came. Dean sighed when he did, body slumping. He was sweating, breathing hard, and Cas knew it was his turn. Castiel groaned, digging his fingernails into Dean's hips, and came. Dean already seemed half- asleep. He kissed Castiel lazily as Cas slid it of him and laid beside him.

A minute later, Cas and Dean were asleep on the bed, under the covers, and snuggled up against one another.