Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 24: Conflagrate

Heat is the first thing that registers as Dean's mind starts to come to. His eyes blink open as he takes in his surroundings, definitely not home. He glances down at the source of the warmth, and a smile creeps across his lips. This is only the second time he's woken up next to (or underneath) Castiel, but he already wants it to be an everyday thing. He feels a pang of sadness, knowing that it's not a possibility right now. He lets out a soft sigh as he studies the other man's features and brushes some hair out of Castiel's face.

Fuck that bitch Hannah for hurting him the way she had, if Castiel was his... no, Dean, stop. He lets out a breath and looks up toward the ceiling, closing his eyes. Castiel isn't his, and he very well may never be. Deal with it, Dean reminds himself. Regardless, in these few moments, it's nice to pretend, even just for a minute.

Tightening his grip, Castiel rubs his face against the firmness next to him. He rolls his hips, groaning slightly as his post-wake wood presents itself. "Dean," he moans, lowering his face to get more comfortable. Pillowing his head between his arm and Dean's lap, Castiel makes soft noises of contentment, then small snores escape him again.

Dean's eyes pop open at the sound of his name rolling off Castiel's tongue. He tries to keep himself in check and glances down, smiling before running a hand through Castiel's hair.

"Mmm, that's nice," Castiel says, sleepily. His mouth pops open slightly, a sigh escaping. Castiel shifts his leg, and his erection escapes out of his boxers and against his zipper. Groaning, Castiel reaches down, undoing the button and zip. Pushing at his pants, he lazily slips out of them, and they fall to the floor. "Much better," he mumbles, and palms himself, groaning for a much different reason this time.

Dean's eyes widen, watching the other man. He can feel his body betray him as his own cock hardens in its denim enclosure. "Jesus, Cas," his breath catching in his throat a bit. He wets his lips, swallowing down the lump.

Bracing one foot against the end of the couch, Castiel slowly moves into his fist's grip. "So tight, baby," he growls, his words slurry with sleep. He bites his lip, then rubs his face in Dean's lap.

"Yes," Dean breathes. "Yes, Cas," a moan escapes his mouth, surprising him as he watches the other man. His hand also seems to have a mind of its own as his grip on Castiel's hair tightens, ever so slightly.

Whimpering, Castiel slows his hips. "Please, please," he begs.

Dean sucks in a breath and bites his bottom lip before licking it. "Do you want my mouth?" He offers his voice thick with lust.

Blue eyes flutter open, and he leans back, looking up at Dean. "Yes, but I want you inside of me," he whispers and pushes his boxers off his hips and kicks them off.

"I- really?" Dean's heart pounds noisily against his rib cage and feels his cock twitch in interest. He sucks in a breath as he bites down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan at the thought.

Castiel reaches over, opening a drawer on the coffee table. He grabs the bottle of lube he finds. "Dean, with your fingers, if-if you want to," he moans, then releases himself, sitting up.

Dean's eyes widen, and he nods, moving towards the couch's edge, holding his hand out for the lube. "Yeah, hell yeah," he grins before turning slightly shy but excited to try this with Castiel.

"It's been some time, so start slow with me, okay?" Castiel asks and pushes the coffee table away from the couch with his foot. He hands the lube to Dean. "How do you want me?"

Dean takes the lube and moves to the floor, sitting on his heels, looking up at Castiel. "Um, scooch forward a bit," he says, eyes glazing over the other man's sinful body.