Static Radios and Broken Lights

6: "Defining Things" Starring Castiel

WARNING: This chapter contains some mildly sexual scenes. Please use discretion when reading.

As I ate breakfast, I imagined Cas kissing me.

I couldn't hide the small smile on my face, and my feeling, my longing for him, was made worse when he sat next to me. He stared at me with an interest, his hands politely folded on his lap, and his clothes neatly back on, looking like always. I kinda wanted to tear them off.

i felt his hot breath on my stomach, gingerly and gently testing how how much pressure and tongue to use, sucking and licking until I moaned -- i wonder if i begged him to keep going. did he wrap his arms around me and breathe me in when he kissed me? how did he feel when i kissed him? did he beg me for more? did he moan with pleasure? can he still feel my lips on his skin?

I felt sort of bad when he looked at me like he could read my mind. I tried to stop thinking about him in such a lewd way, especially looking at me like that. I cleared my throat, although my pants had already gotten uncomfortably tight.

Sam came from the kitchen and sat at the table with us. "Morning," He said. "Oh, uh, hey, Cas."

"Good morning, Sam," Cas broke his eye contact with me -- a welcome distraction from my thoughts, believe me -- and looked at Sam. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good," He nodded. "Hey, I just wanted to apologize for what I said last time I saw you."

I shifted in my seat and tried to think about anything other than Cas.

"It's alright, Sam," He smiled -- god damn it, that smile. "I forgive you."

I looked at the table and ate quietly. Sam looked at me. "You're unusually quiet this morning," He said. He ate most of his food waiting for me to answer.

"No, I'm good," I replied after a few minutes. "Just hungry." For food and — I glanced at Cas — other things.

He waited a little bit, then said, "Oh, oh. That's it," He finished his cereal. "Well I'm gonna go to the library. I found some first editions I want to read."

"Knock yourself out," I said, trying not to wince at the pain below my belt. I finished my food pretty quickly after that, then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Cas followed me and stood next to me while I rinsed my mouth. "What is it, Cas?"

"Dean," He said softly, taking a step towards me. "Can I have your permission?"

I looked at him questioningly. "What do you want permission to do?" I wiped my mouth and put my toothbrush down.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. "Like you did last night?" He touched his neck to remind me.

I nodded quickly. "Let's go to my room, though," I said, taking his hand to lead him. Suddenly though, we were there, behind the closed door. I sat on my bed.

"What do I do exactly?" He asked.

"Sit next to me," I said. He followed my instruction and sat in front of me, facing me. "Just relax, and stop me if you want to stop."

He nodded, and waited for me to start.

I leaned into him slowly, giving him plenty of time to leave if he wanted. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his. I placed one hand on the side of his face and the other behind his head. He was hesitant at first, just feeling my lips on his, taking small breaths when I pulled away.

He leaned into me a bit more, and I took that as a signal. When his lips parted the next time, I lightly grazed my tongue against his lips. He copied me, and let out a shaky breath. i smiled against his skin. I pulled away to look at him, and when his brows furrowed, I kissed his neck, sucking slightly, even biting a little bit. He moaned for the first time and I pulled away again. i couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face.