Neon Lights

Chapter 23 - It Took Me By Surprise

•Dean's POV•

Our tongues battled as my hand worked on hardening what needed to be hardened. It bothers me a little, not knowing why Cas was so hesitant before. Now people are home, so it's riskier to be doing this. Why didn't he want it before? Whatever, I decided, he wants it now, and it's my job to give it to him.

"So who's sucking who?" Cas asked against my lips. I breathed deeply, thinking, "Well, would you do the honours? Since you're so good."

"Yeah." He seems reluctant, like he was doing it only because he feels he has to. He doesn't have to. He knows that, right? Oh, God... I remembered my previous actions, does he feel pressured?

I don't want him to feel pressured in this relationship, I don't want him to feel like he's nothing but a hot mouth. I want him to know how much I need him. But how do I let him know?

I bit my lip as he began rubbing my crotch with one hand and undoing my belt with the other. Unbuckling something with one hand is hard, so he did it agonizingly slow. Tease.

"I gotta go after this, it's getting real dark," Cas breathed, "So lets do this quick. No playing around."

No playing around? That's not like Cas. And even worse - he's not Dominant Castiel, he's just Cas. Where's his enthusiasm today?

I bucked my hips, ignoring the nagging feeling in my gut that something is really wrong, "Then get going, dolly!"

He flinched a little at the command. Why's he suddenly scared of this side of me? I always get like this when I'm hot. It's not new. Why is he suddenly acting like a sex slave, forced to suck my dick? He's not!

He finally got my belt undone, sliding my jeans down to my ankles. He admired the tent in my boxers for a moment before licking the top of my arousal through the fabric. I cringed, tensing up at this all-too-familiar experience. That's what's great about sex - no matter how much of it you have, you'll never get sick of it. It's like the first time every time, and I love it.

Cas trailed the tip of his tongue up and down my length, still keeping the chafing cloth covering it. I cursed. If I clench my jaw any tighter, I'll chip a tooth!

"Dean?" I heard Sam's voice outside my door and the doorknob rattled. I thanked the Lord we remembered to lock it. Cas sat up awkwardly and picked up a pencil, plastering on a poker face. I did my pants up with and irritated huff and crossed the room to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open.

"What do you want, moose?" I glared at him, but being the cocky bitch he is, he stared defiantly back.

"First of all, why is your door locked?" Sam put his hands on his hips and cast me a signature I'm-onto-you bitchface.

"Because," I exhaled loudly, "We want to finish studying without any interuptions."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever. I just want to know where my pens are. Did you take them again?"

"No, for the last time I didn't take your pens!" I said a little too loud.

"Fine, jerk!" Sam stormed down the hallway. Just before he slammed his bedroom door, I hollered, "Bitch!"

I closed my own door and locked it again, "Sorry, we're a pretty dysfunctional family. Now, where were we?"

Cas pulled me back into my seat and undid my jeans in a hurry. This is better, much more eager. That's my Cas! I couldn't help but smile. Maybe what I'd noticed before was just my dazed imagination?

Cas resumed with light kisses along the shaft up to the tip of the head, still locked in the cage of my boxers. He slipped two fingers under the hem of my cage, slowly sliding them down with an excited shimmer in his eyes. I felt captured by his gaze - for the first time in God knows how long, I'm noticing how beautiful that pair of orbs is. They aren't quite simply blue, they're more a brilliant cyan colour that appear to be flypaper for memories and seem to reflect every light in any room.