Neon Lights

Chapter 43 - Go Crazy pt. 1

•Castiel's POV•
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December 24, 1968
Christmas Eve
10:01 a.m.
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"Morning Cas," Dean kissed my forehead to coax me out of sleep. Waking up is so weird - it's like this dark hood, this veil, that lifts and suddenly you're seeing the light of day, with no memory of ever falling asleep in the first place.

"Do we have to get up?" I shifted my hips to re-position the annoying morning wood.

Dean laughed, "Yes."

I groaned - a low growl deep within my throat - and attempted to sink into the soft, squishy mattress. I don't think it worked too well.

Dean got up, stripping off his pajama shirt, "Okay, you can have a few extra minutes while I shower."

I grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. He turned around with a chuckle, "What? You wanna shower with me?"

"Hmn. I just...before you go...quickie?" I asked groggily. Dean slid back under the covers.

"Are you in one of your moods again?" He kissed my jawline gently.

I hummed contentedly, "Yes, and I have an uncomfortable boner."

"Horny Cassie is the best Cassie," Dean winked, sliding to lie on top of me.

"You don't mean that," I smiled as he trailed kisses down my chest.

Just before his head went under the covers he looked at me, "You're right, I don't." He pulled the covers over me while continuing to slide down, kissing my pantline.

I couldn't see what he was doing for two reasons; one, I couldn't keep my eyes open; and two, because he was concealed under the duvet covers. But that's okay - I don't feel with my eyes.

What's a morning quickie? Simply an act of loving when you wake up that's quick. No teasing, no bullshit, just right to the point.

Because of the "no teasing," Dean already had his lips around the head of my cock, and he lowered into a full suck without hesitation. A soft breath escaped my nose, and I gripped the blankets. My pajama pants clung to my thighs, and to be honest, I felt high. This whole scenario had me in a daze - eyes closed, half asleep, kept awake by a wonderful sensation down below.

Before I knew it, that daze fuzzed into a haze, and I came with a soft gasp and a mumble of Dean's name. Dean slid back up, pulling my pajamas up as he did so.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, and I looked at him with a tired smile. "Now you sleep," he whispered, "I'll go shower. 'Kay?"

"Wai..." I tugged his shirt, "Want me to do you?"

"Nah, I'll take care of it. You sleep," Dean got up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door. I watched where he'd disappeared, waiting for my body to calm down.

Of course it couldn't, because behind the sound of the shower running, I could hear Dean's small noises, and I had to hear better.

Sometime in the night I'd thrown off my shirt - I should find that later - so I wore only pajama pants. I fixed their alignment and inched to the bathroom door, pressing my ear against it.

The sounds Dean was making...my body involuntarily shivered, the hairs on my arms raising, and maybe something else raised too. My entire being begged me to touch myself because who knew? I have a kink for Dean's moans.

My hand around my needy member was a relief, purely. To think I just came no more than two minutes ago and I'm already prepared for round two...I'm definitely in one of my moods today, there's no doubt now.