Always Cas | ✔

CHAPTER TWENTY; part one

     Cas is already awake when I come to, staring at me like he's been staring for a while. It's rare that Cas wakes before me. "Morning," he greets, voice low. I'm disoriented as last night's events come back to me slowly. "Before you freak out, it's late. But everything's handled."

     "What's late?" I ask.

     "It's after nine," Cas responds.

     I nearly sit up, but he puts his hand on my shoulder, halting me. "It's fine. Everything's taken care of. Dolores went to the store and Tasha posted on your socials you would be closed today."

     "I could've gone to work today," I grumble.

     Cas raises an eyebrow. "You think so? Raise your arm in the air."

     He's challenging me. I attempt to raise my arm but it's stiff, doesn't move but a few inches from my body before I wince and let it drop. "Yeah, delayed onset muscle soreness doesn't have anything on this," Cas says. "Just think of today as a rest day."

     "I don't do well with rest days," I say.

     Cas rolls his eyes but its exaggerated. "Alright, what can we do to take your mind off of it?"

     "Go to the gym," I say.

     "So I can fight every dumbbell out of your hands? No. Pick a different physical activity."

     "Hm," I say thinking and then I say again, "Hmmm" but this time with more insinuation. Cas watches my face, realization dawning on him.

     "I think we can make that work," he whispers, pushing me back so he can crawl on top of me, inching his way up my torso. He leans down and I start to close my eyes. Cas hovers above my face.

     "If you're in pain, we stop," he says. "Seriously. I don't want to reopen your stitches."

     I open my eyes. "This is not a sexy conversation," I tell him, frowning.

     Cas grins. "Oh, so sorry, is this better?" He ducks his head, nipping at my neck, pulling at the skin as he trails his lips over my throat. He sucks on my jaw. "Or do you prefer this?" He slips a knee between my legs. I grab the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss that's deep enough to silence him. Cas moves, one hand coming to rest on my good arm that's cradling his face. He uses the other arm to anchor his body, pressing right into the bandage with his palm. I moan, the pain mingling with the pleasure, and he jolts backwards.

     "It's okay," I say pulling him back in. He kisses me back before parting, sliding down the length of my body. His fingers hook into my boxers and I lift my hips so we can get them off. I point to the left of me. "Condom's in—."

     Cas goes, "I know where the condoms are." He gets a hand around me, jerking me to attention. "We don't need it just yet." Cas moves slowly, creating enough friction that it doesn't take but a moment for me to get hard. He sucks the head into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip. It's so good I have to clench at the bed to keep myself from fucking upwards. 

     I sit up on my good elbow, looking down at Cas, who is caught up in his own work he doesn't even really notice. "Cas," I say. He looks up but doesn't pull off. He takes me deeper, looking me right in the eye. "Get the lube."

     He lets me out of his mouth, using his hand instead. "Eager are we?"

     I stare at him, stare at his flushed cheeks and lips, stare at the way he's regarding me, like he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

     "I want you to fuck me," I say finally. Cas's grip stalls and his eyes get wide.

     "What?" he says, his eyebrows hunching over his eyes. "Have you even—," he stops, interrupted by the Ring going off. Charlie and Delta go flying out of their beds as they race downstairs.