Fourteen - Part One

Dean hated the fact that his parents didn't trust him.

Honestly he was fourteen; he didn't need a goddamn babysitter.

He could look after himself, and his little brother, for the whole of one little night. What were they afraid of? That he'd burn the house to the ground?

Cleary John and Mary thought something of the sort, as they had made arrangements for one anyway.

That's why Dean was in a foul mood by the time his parents were working their way out the door. Sam was waving goodbye to them, his grin wide as he clung to Castiel Novak's hand, as the three of them stood on the front porch watching as Mr. and Mrs. Winchester drove off in the distance.

Castiel was the son of the neighbors next door. The two boys had practically known him their whole life and this definitely wasn't the first time he'd been asked to look after the young Winchester's.

But things were different now, Dean was older (old enough dammit!) that Cas didn't need to come over like this anymore. The older boy was in college and Dean was sure he'd have much better ways of spending his Saturday evening than boringly watching them; so why had he even agreed to the ridiculous suggestion?

Dean continued to glare as Cas turned his bright smile down to Sammy and declared that they could order pizza's for dinner. Sam scurried inside with a gleeful shout, hurrying into the kitchen so he could scour the menu.

Cas turned to Dean, reaching a hand out to ruffle Dean's hair (a habit that he'd picked up years ago and had never dropped), "What do ya' say Dean? Pizzas and movies?" Dean shrugged his shoulders moodily and Cas chuckled. "Come on, you can pick what we watch."

Dean followed Cas back inside with a droop to his shoulders, going to wait impatiently on the couch as Cas ordered their food.

That was one of the things about Cas that made it so hard to stay mad at him. He was always so damn nice.

Whenever he'd come around to see if Dean's mom needed help with anything it would always be with a big smile and a never ending stream of pleasant topics. He was always willing to lend a hand because he knew of the long hours John had to work. Even after he'd started college two years back and his own work load had increased; he'd always put the Winchester's first.

Dean could still remember to years before, when they were all younger. Cas' reasons for coming around were less help related and more fun related. He'd turn up to spend time with Dean, and sometimes Sam, they'd play games together, run around the street chasing each other, terrorize the clearly evil cat that lived on the opposite side of the road together.

They used to be friends. But then Cas had to 'grow up' and be all 'I'm smart and go to college and go to parties with all the people my own age'.

Dean hated that Cas had turned into some kind of supervisor for them. Even more; Dean hated himself for missing him.

Dean chose to watch Star Wars. Sam grumbled at the prospect at first but Cas quickly distracted him with the promise of ice cream later and Sam fell back into eating his pizza contently. They watched the film mostly in silence; Dean's usual commentary for how awesome Solo was didn't flow like normal as he picked at his food with disinterest.

Having Cas 'watching' them made him feel like such a kid again. He wasn't a kid anymore! He didn't need looking after.

Dean ignored his brother pointedly as Sam scoffed his large bowl of dessert. The younger boy grinning smugly as if Dean hadn't been offered the same treat. Cas was the one to drag himself off the couch to start the second film. The opening theme once again blaring through the speakers as Cas told Sam that he had to start getting ready for bed.

They heard the younger boy grumbling all the way up the stairs as he went to change his clothes and brush his teeth. Cas laughed, glancing over at Dean with his bright grin firmly in place, in the attempts to brighten Dean's persistently bad mood, but Dean ignored him.

That was the other painfully annoying aspect to Castiel; he was attractive.

Dean couldn't deny that he liked the way Cas looked. He knew it was wrong, that he wasn't supposed to think of him like that (hadn't even been aware what it had meant when he started thinking of him like that) but he couldn't really ignore it any more. More basically, his body didn't allow him to ignore it.

He liked Cas' messy dark hair, longer than his own. He liked the shape of Cas' face, with his bright blue eyes and full lips. He liked the way Cas' body was now, all long, tanned and slightly muscled. He liked the way he moved and the deep tone to his voice.

Dean had been young and naïve when he had first stumbled across his dad's collection of hidden magazines. With the pictures that had caused his body to feel strange and he hadn't had the faintest clue what any of it meant.

That had been ages ago now, Dean had long since discovered practically everything, and he'd spent more than enough time with his laptop teaching him how to experiment on himself.

But it was the sight of Cas that still had him feeling like he originally had. All light headed with more than a prominent twinge to his groin. It was Cas that he would imagine; all laid out, posed like the men he'd seen in the pictures he'd found online, with a lot less clothing. And all the long lines of his figure prominently highlighted. His arms, his torso, his ribs, the curve of his hips, the dip to his back, the line of his ass and the arch of his leaking coc-

"You sure you didn't want any ice cream Dean?"

Cas' voice broke through Dean's drifting thoughts and he jumped in his seat.

"M' good Cas," he mumbled out, only briefly glancing over the back of the couch to stare in the kitchen where Cas was dishing himself out his own bowlful.

Dean tried to keep himself distracted with his movie as he heard Cas lightly jogging up the stairs to ensure that Sam was actually going to bed. He attempted to pay close attention to the fight sequence occurring and not on Cas when he made it back to the sofa, his bowl in one hand and a thick book in the other.

Cas sprawled himself back onto the couch along the opposite end from Dean, stretching his legs and dumping his feet into Dean's lap playfully.

Dean shoved the appendages off and scowled, causing the smirk to slide off Cas' face, "What's up with you tonight, kid?"

Dean shrugged pretending he was more interested in Luke and Yoda than Cas' question.

"Did I screw up some 'big plans' by agreeing to come over?" Cas' tone was somewhat mocking but Dean finally glanced over when he thought he heard uncertainty laced in there as well.

"I'm not a child, Cas. I can take care of me and Sammy for one night."

Cas pulled his feet back up onto the couch, bending them closer to himself this time, "Never said you were Dean. Besides, I thought you liked it when I came around?"

Dean snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, "What gave you that impression?"

Cas remained silent and when Dean next glanced over it was to see him pensively reading his novel, any of Dean's words clearly forgotten. Dean huffed as he went back to ignoring him.

As the credits rolled for the second time that night Dean's body gave an unwilling yawn and his determination to watch the next film wavered with his tiredness. He flicked his eyes back over to Cas who was still silently scrolling his eyes across the lines of his book.

"Book for school?" Dean asked casually, as much as he wanted to be stubborn, he didn't like the abnormal silence between him and Cas.

Cas looked over at him, smiling softly, "Na, for my own pleasure."

He tilted the cover so Dean could see it clearer, "You're reading the Lord of the Rings. You know the movies still exist right?"

Cas laughed, "They're good books Dean. You should read them one day," he continued at the skeptical look on Dean's face, "I promise they're just as exciting as the films."

"Yeah, but you can't see Aragorn in a book." A red tinge tinted the tops of Dean's cheeks when he realized what he'd said and the way in which Cas could take it.

Cas just chuckled again. "It's getting late Dean, you should probably go to bed."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I don't wanna."

Cas grinned, "You going to finally admit to enjoying my company instead?"

"No," Dean said firmly, however he couldn't keep all the humor out of his tone and he was definitely having trouble keeping his own smile from appearing on his lips.

"The next film then?" Cas was still grinning when he indicated the TV.

Dean smiled softly as he hauled himself off the couch. If he was being perfectly honest with himself he would prefer to stay down here with Cas and ignore his tiredness completely.

When he turned back around it was to see Cas had repositioned his feet and was once again attempting to take up more of the couch than was necessary. Dean glared playfully at the smirk on Cas' face as he walked back over.

"Move Cas."

"But I'm comfortable," He pitched his voice to a whine, sounding as if he were ten years younger.

Dean couldn't help but laugh as he plopped himself onto Cas' outstretched legs. Cas laughed along as he twisted his limbs attempting to unseat the younger boy to no avail. Dean finally fell against him, his breathing closer to panting as he tried to regain its normality. He couldn't help but grin into Cas' side as Cas slid a hand through his hair.

Dean looked up at Cas' eyes gazing down at him. The light and glee that used to fill them when they were younger was present once more and it filled Dean with his own contentment. He liked feeling close to Cas.

Cas didn't remove his hand from Dean's hair. He ran his long fingers through the strands, shifting them around to make the tendrils messier. Dean instinctively leaned into the touch, his own hands shifting to rest against Cas' chest, pressing down so he could move himself further up Cas' body.

Once Dean drew closer Cas seemed to come to his senses and quickly retracted his hand from the back of Dean's skull. Dean attempted not to let the disappointment cross his face at the loss.

Cas cleared his throat, "You do look tired Dean," he grazed the back of his knuckles under Dean's eye, "Maybe you should go to bed."

"I don't want to," Dean said, his tone hushed, "I want to stay up, with you."

He leaned his face up closer to Cas'. He could see confusion sparking within Cas' bright eyes, along with a sense of anxiousness. He moved his face closer again, raising himself up the amount he needed, tracing his own hand along the line of Cas' jaw.

"Dean," Cas started warningly, "What are you -"

Dean closed the remaining distance between them swiftly, pressing his closed lips firmly against Cas'.

His brain immediately went into a state of panic, he'd fucked up! What was he doing, he wasn't allowed to be doing this. It was wrong; he was going to get into so much trouble. Those and a thousand other thoughts began racing through Dean's mind as Cas lay frozen beneath him.

-/-

"Dean, please, you have to come out of there."

"No!"

Dean heard the thump indicating that Cas had most likely knocked his head against the solidly locked bathroom door in frustration. He heard the deep sigh on the other side of the wood as Cas tried for what had to be the hundredth time.

"Dean, I'm not mad at you, please come out so we can talk."

"Go away Cas!"

Dean knew he was being petulant, knew that he sounded like a bratty child, but he wasn't going to open the door; he couldn't.

As soon as his mind had caught up with him downstairs he'd bolted away from Cas' body, straight up the stairs and locked himself in his and Sammy's bathroom.
He couldn't believe that he'd done it. He'd kissed Cas. And not in that platonic way that people did when they were greeting friends or family. He'd kissed him right on the mouth, as if they were something more.

Dean was trying really hard not to think about it as he paced along the tiled floor. He didn't want to focus on the warm feel of Cas' strong body pressed against his, didn't want to think about Cas' hand running through his hair, didn't want to dwell on the fact that Cas' lips seemed to fit perfectly against his own.

Dean wanted nothing more than for Cas to leave him alone. He knew Cas would hate him for this. He'd be in so much trouble. Cas would probably never want to see him again. He'd think he was disgusting.

And yet, somehow, his mind still wanted him to yearn for it. He found himself imagining the two of them back on the couch together, but with a few significant differences. Cas wouldn't stay frozen; he'd clutch Dean's smaller body to him and move against him. He'd work his tongue into Dean's mouth and take what he wanted.

Dean wanted Cas to want him too, and it hurt that all he could hear was a very distinct sadness lacing Cas' deep tone as he attempted to coax him back downstairs.

Eventually Dean heard Cas' retreating footsteps, heard him trot back down the stairs as Dean remained firmly shut in his sanctuary.

Dean waited roughly another ten minutes before he carefully slid the lock on the door in the opposite direction and opened the wood a slither so he could peer through the gap.

He half expected Cas to still be waiting for him on the other side, ready to ambush him with a multitude of disapproval. The empty hallway had Dean breathing a sigh of relief. He toyed with the idea of simply going straight to his room, curling himself up in the centre of his bed, ignoring his foolish mistake and hoping Cas would do the same.

But instead, his legs seemed to have a different plan. As silently as he could he crept back down the stairs. Dean poked his head around the kitchen door frame once he reached it. Cas was seated at the table, his elbows against the wood and his head in his hands as he shielded his face from his surroundings.

Dean's resolve to let Cas know that he had emerged wavered. Instead of turning back however, his feet once again seemed to be quite content in making his decisions for him. He walked as silently as possible to Cas' side, though the soft shuffle of his feet was enough to alert Cas to his presence.

Cas lifted his head from his hands, his eyes seeking Dean's. Dean came to pause before him, a multitude of anxiousness running through him as he waited for Cas to begin his tirade of resentment.

Dean knew he should apologize. Blame contributing factors such as sleep and plead for Cas' forgiveness. But looking up into those blue eyes he couldn't summon any such concepts. He was drawn back down to one basic thought; all he wanted to do was kiss him again.

"Dean," Cas started softly, his voice sounded huskier than normal with the hushed tone, "Why would - you can't -," Cas sighed deeply, his blue eyes tracing the lines of Dean's face as the younger boy continued to gaze at him.

"Why not?" Dean challenged, while internally cringing. Why could he never just keep his mouth shut? He always had to make things worse.

"Because we can't Dean." Cas looked like he was about to start some form of rant but he stopped himself, "We're not going to have this conversation, all right? Just go upstairs. It's past your bedtime anyway."

Dean was barely paying attention to Cas as he attempted to direct him away; he was much more focused on Cas' first words.

We. Not you can't, or you're wrong. But we. Cas included himself, why would Cas be including himself?

Dean moved closer to Cas' chair and Cas immediately moved further back in the seat. Dean took the advantage and directly climbed over Cas' now accessible lap, seating himself with one leg dangling either side of Cas' waist as he straddled him, pinning him to the chair.

"Dean," Cas' warning tone was back as he instinctively rested his hands on Dean's shoulders to push Dean's smaller body away.

"Cas?" Dean questioned firmly, his eyes seeking Cas' even as the older boy adamantly tried to avoid the connection.

"For both our sakes Dean, please, you have to stop this. Whatever you think 'this' is."

Dean reached his hands forward to twist his fingers into Cas' hair, attempting to get him to hold still for just a moment.

"Are you really telling me to stop? I want this Cas."

Cas finally allowed his eyes to flash down to Dean's, "You don't have the first clue of what you are asking Dean. We can't."

"Do you really want me to stop?" Dean's voice was softer as he tilted his face up towards Cas'.

The tight grip of Cas' fingers slackened from his shoulders as Dean heard his name fall from Cas' lips again. It was softer this time, a murmur, a plea.

Dean wasn't entirely sure what Cas was requesting for, so he merely hoped it was what he wanted in return as he closed the minimal distance between them, shutting his eyes tight, and sealing his lips with Cas' once more.

Dean braced himself as he felt Cas' hands once again move firmly to his shoulders, he was fully expecting Cas to violently push him away and was more than surprised when Cas clutched at his shirt and drew him closer.

Cas' lips moved to take control over Dean's quickly, moving against them persistently and Dean easily opened his mouth when he felt Cas' tongue swiping out trying to gain access. Dean's hands tightened in Cas' hair as Cas sucked at his tongue and twirled both of them together. He tried to drag Cas closer as Cas' arms shifted down his back and around his waist to pull him in.

Dean barely knew what he was doing, he'd kissed a few girls his own age, and one boy; fooled around with them a little. But he'd never done this with someone who really knew what they were doing. He attempted to keep up with Cas as the elder continued to ravish at his mouth. He grasped just as tight when Cas would cling to him and followed Cas' lead when he tilted his head into a different direction.

Dean grew more confident the longer that Cas didn't pull away. When he twined his tongue past Cas' and into Cas' mouth, running it along the roof and around his teeth, Cas moaned against him. The deep sound vibrated down the entire length of Dean's body, causing him to shiver with it, and he doubled his efforts to try and make Cas repeat the sound of pleasure.

Cas had to fist his hand into the back of Dean's hair and drag him back so they could break for air. Dean's breath was coming in pants as he allowed Cas to hold them apart. He blinked his eyes back open and thoroughly enjoyed the way Cas was gazing at him hungrily.

Dean traced his hand around from the back of Cas' neck and over his jaw, running it up to his ear and back across his prominent cheekbone, brushing the tips of his fingers against Cas' fuller than normal lips and smiling when Cas kissed at them softly.

Cas hummed as he let his eyes slip closed. Dean leaned forward once he wasn't being watched and carefully placed his lips to Cas' jaw. When Cas sighed in contentment he followed the complete path his fingers had made, gently, with his mouth.

When his lips were within reach, Cas caught them with his own and kissed him chastely. Holding them lightly together for a moment before drawing back again.

"Dean," Cas murmured, resting their foreheads together, "We should stop."

Dean couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips, "Maybe. But I won't. Not unless you tell me you don't want me."

Cas chuckled, pressing his lips quickly back to Dean's before responding, "You never were one to play fair Dean Winchester, why should I expect any different of you now?" Cas ran a hand through Dean's hair before bringing it round to cup his cheek. "I shouldn't want you like I do Dean. Not now. Not ever."

Dean shrugged minimally, "But you do, and I want you, so nothing else should matter."

Cas smiled sadly, "It's not even legal, Dean. You're nowhere near legal -"

"I don't care Cas."

"But -"

"I. Don't. Care. Castiel. It's not like I'm incapable of making decisions. I know what I'm asking for."

"What you're asking for?" Cas furrowed his brow, "You want more than this?"

Dean smirked down at him, as he traced his lips back along Cas' jaw, resting them when he was close to his ear, "I want everything Cas. I want you to fuck me. Split me open on your cock. Make me scream." Dean licked playfully at Cas' ear, a thrill of pleasure running through him at the tight grip Cas' hand instinctively placed on his thigh, "I need you Cas. All of you."

Dean felt Cas grin into the side of his neck, "You should be careful what you wish for Dean."

"Fuck me Cas."

Cas chuckled, pressing his lips to the skin that they rest against, "When did you learn to use such profanity, Dean?"

"When thinking about you," Dean shifted in Cas' lap as Cas twined his arms back around his waist, lightly tracing patterns into his side as his lips turned fiercer against his neck, "About all the things I wanted you to do to me."

"Tell me, Dean, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Cas chuckled again at the simplicity, "What else."

"I always wanted you to kiss me. Everywhere, I want your lips everywhere. And your hands. I want your hands to know every inch of me."

Dean paused as Cas snaked his hand around from his waist and over his hip, trailing it further till he reached the bulge that was forming in the front of Dean's jeans. "Keep going," Cas murmured as he continued to suck and lap at his neck.

"I want you to let me suck you off. Let me lick and suck at your leaking cock while you fuck my face." Cas palmed his hand pointedly along the length of Dean's hard cock. "I want you to pin me down, tie me down, do whatever you want to me. Open me up with your hands, and your mouth. Stretch me till I can't take it anymore."

Cas stroked with increased firmness through the material at Dean's aching cock, with every movement Dean felt as if he was going to explode, his throat clenched at the sensation and he clutched at Cas' shoulders for support. Cas soothed him gently, "Continue Dean. I've got you."

"I want you to fuck me into my mattress. Fuck me so hard I scream. So hard I feel it for days and can't sit straight for even longer." Dean couldn't help the instinctual buck of his hips as Cas continued to fist him through his pants. "I want you to cum inside of me. Leave your seed behind so everyone will know I'm yours. I'll lick the rest off you, lick you clean, the delicious taste of you sliding down my throat as you continue to hold me down."

Dean lost it when he felt Cas' teeth sink into his neck.

He came in his pants. His throbbing cock twitching as if it wanted nothing more than for Cas' hand to be those few layers closer. He could feel his cum leaking out and soaking quickly into his boxers. Cas' hand didn't cease its movements until Dean was completely done.

Dean shifted forwards to rest his head on Cas' shoulder, the pulses of pleasure still jolting through him as Cas held him close. He felt Cas' lips press into his hair and he instinctively leaned into the touch.

"Cas," Dean breathed out softly.

Cas chuckled at the weakness in his tone, "You're going to get us into trouble Dean. I can tell."

Dean grinned as he felt Cas' hands trace lightly along his spine. He shifted attempting to press himself closer into Cas' chest, and with his movements could feel the distinctive hard line beneath his ass.

Dean pulled back enough so he could gaze up into Cas' eyes, "You hard, Cas?"

Cas barely refrained from rolling his eyes as he moved forward to press his lips firmly to Dean's, breathing against him he clutched at the younger boys waist as he spoke, "I have you, sitting in my lap and squirming around, while you spout the most vulgar words as if you're some kind of porn star, and you question whether I'm turned on?" Cas smiled against his skin, "You have no idea how sinful you are Dean."

Dean pressed his mouth against Cas' again before lowering his voice, his tone turning tentative, "Can we go to my room?"

Cas breathed deeply, nudging his nose against Dean's, "Anything you want." His words were sincere, a promise. And Dean's face shone.

Dean grasped Cas' hand tightly before moving off his lap, he ignored the somewhat uncomfortable feeling in his pants as Cas stood with him, allowing Dean to drag him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

They only made it halfway up the incline before Dean felt Cas' other arm twine firmly around his waist, spinning him around. Cas stood two steps lower than Dean and the difference almost had them at the same height. Dean wrapped his arms swiftly around Cas' neck, dragging him close enough so he could twist his tongue back into Cas' mouth.

Cas ran his hands solidly up Dean's sides, around his shoulders and back down to clutch at his waist. Cas pulled him forward, lining their bodies up, and Dean could feel every inch of his form somehow connecting brilliantly with Cas'.

Cas gripped at Dean's thighs and with minimal effort hoisted Dean's legs up to wrap around his waist. Dean locked around him tightly, using all of his limbs to cling to Cas as if he was some form of life support, as Cas continued to ravish his mouth.

They stayed bound like that, Cas carrying Dean, the remainder of the trip to Dean's room.

Dean couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped him when Cas dumped him unceremoniously onto his mattress. The sudden loss of contact had him falling back against the foam and he grinned up at the man gazing hungrily down at him.

Dean roamed his eyes over the entirety of Cas' figure. He took in everything, from the way Cas' eyes were shining keenly, to the rumpled state of his clothes, and they remained rested on the obvious bulge that was positioned at the front of Cas' pants.

Dean pulled himself back upright, moving to sit on the edge of the bed; he rested his hands on Cas' waistband and ran his fingertips over his belt.

"Dean," Cas spoke softly down to him, running both his hands through Dean's hair and tilting his face so the younger boy was looking directly up at him. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight." Dean immediately opened his mouth to protest, objections clambering to flow off his tongue, but Cas continued. "I will. I have every intention to. But not tonight."

"Why not?" Dean cringed at himself when his tone came out so childish. "You said anything I want."

Cas smiled down at him, "There are things we need that I don't have right now. Protection -"

"Don't want to use protection," Dean grumbled.

"Proper lube," Cas pressed firmly, "I refuse to ever hurt you, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes but nodded at the clear conviction lining Cas' features. He moved his fingers back along the line of Cas' belt and fiddled with the buckle, unlatching the loop of leather.

"Dean," Cas repeated warningly.

Dean huffed, "I get it Cas. No fucking. But that doesn't mean I can't see you naked."

Cas chuckled, running a hand through Dean's hair, "You've seen me naked before Dean. We grew up together."

"This is different," Dean muttered.

He dispensed of Cas' belt onto the ground as Cas tipped his face back upwards. Cas ran his fingers along the side of Dean's face, brushing them under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Dean screwed his face up at the sensation. "Come here," Cas mumbled.

Dean raised himself to his knees on the edge of the bed, leaning against Cas so he wouldn't lose his balance, as Cas bent down the small amount needed so he could press their lips together.
Cas kissed him softly, cradling his face as he twined his tongue with Dean's again. Dean pressed up into him, savoring the taste of Cas against him as Cas bit lightly at his bottom lip.

Dean barely noticed when Cas drifted a hand down from his face; he was too preoccupied with the skill of Cas' tongue. Cas trailed his palm deftly down his body and clutched his fingers around the hem of Dean's t shirt. Dean did feel when Cas shifted the material up his chest, and he pulled back just long enough for Cas to drag the fabric over his head and toss it on the floor.

The coolness of the air lapped at Dean's bare torso and he wasn't sure if it was that, or the feel of Cas' strong hands slowly running over his unclothed skin, that had him shivering.

Cas ran both his hands over Dean's chest slowly, drew them around his shoulder blades, traced them along the line of his back and along the band of his jeans, rested them against his hips.
Dean leaned into the touch, moved with Cas' hands as his mouth remained pressed firmly with Cas' own.

When Cas retracted his hands Dean was about to start complaining, until he saw Cas' fingers move to work at the buttons of his shirt, deftly slipping the blue materiel open. Dean reached forward to help and Cas grinned against him. Dean moved Cas' hands out of the way and finished the last few fastenings on his own, pushing the shirt open so he could run his hands over Cas' abdomen and up his chest.

When he reached Cas' shoulders he pushed the shirt off completely and dragged it down his arms, throwing it in the general direction of his own unwanted top.

Dean grinned shyly as he copied what Cas had done to him, slowly moving to feel the entirety of Cas' bare upper body. He would have felt subconscious, if Cas didn't have his head bent low to Dean's, softly pressing kisses into his temple as his breathing took on a ragged measurement.

Dean placed his hands on Cas' hips as he shifted himself further back onto his bed, he didn't relinquish his hold on Cas as he moved. Cas followed him, sliding to sit on Dean's bed as Dean fisted his hand into his hair and locked their lips back together. Dean shifted so that they were completely against one another, Cas' arms twisting around his waist to pull him in, as their bare skin connected as much as possible.

About the time when one of them would usually draw away Cas pulled Dean closer, as if he was trying to meld them together. Dean complied gleefully with the action, clambering back onto Cas' lap.

Cas fisted a hand in his hair and forced his face at a different angle, continuing to thrust his tongue deep into Dean's mouth and towards his throat, his teeth nipped at Dean's greedy mouth whenever they'd draw slightly back for air.

Cas was back to tracing along his skin with his other hand and Dean moaned obscenely when Cas twisted at his nipple. Cas repeated the motion, running his fingers around the nub causing the sensitive area to harden.

Dean rocked his hips down against Cas', pleased when he could once again feel the hard line of Cas' cock pressing against his ass.

Dean moved compliantly when Cas shifted him off his lap and back onto the bed, motioning for him to lie down on his back. Dean shuffled down, resting his head against his pillows and keeping his eyes firmly trained on Cas as the older boy knelt near his waist.

Cas placed his hand over Dean's once again filled cock. He stroked at him slowly a couple of times before nimbly unfastening Dean's jeans and shifting both them and his boxers down over Dean's hips.

Dean's breath caught in his throat after his cock finally sprung free of its confines, the cool air lapping around it caused him to shiver against his sheets. Cas chucked the remainder of Dean's clothes completely out of the way before turning his attention solely back onto Dean.

He wrapped his fingers around Dean's cock skin to skin and Dean immediately bucked up into the perfect friction. Cas' name huskily slipped out of his mouth as Cas smiled up at him. Cas pumped his shaft slowly, spreading around the pre-cum that was beading at the tip and moved his other hand to play with Dean's tight balls.

Dean rolled out of Cas' reach when he knew that he was about to tumble over the edge. He couldn't form enough words to emphasis that he didn't want to cum again just yet and settled for biting his teeth into his pillow, Cas' hand trailing slowly over his waist, as Dean allowed his body to calm down.

When he had control over himself Dean turned back to look at Cas who was watching him softly. He moved back closer to Cas, his hands reaching for Cas' waistband and he was pleased when Cas didn't head any of his movements.

Dean flicked open Cas' pants and reached for the zipper as he focused on freeing Cas of his remaining garments. Dean ignored any nerves that wanted to make themselves known as he tugged Cas' pants open. Cas lifted his hips enough so Dean could drag the material down. The younger boy only paused briefly before reaching back for the waistband of Cas' boxers and getting rid of those as well.

Cas' cock was just as hard as Dean's. The stiff member arching up towards his stomach as a bead of pre-cum leaked out of the tip. Cas stroked himself a couple of times before Dean reached forward; he slid his hand under Cas' and allowed Cas to move him how he wanted.

Once Dean built up a proper rhythm Cas retracted his own hand and let Dean pump him on his own. Cas' hips moved instinctively into Dean's fist, the hot skin beneath Dean's hand twitching as he grasped at it.

Dean was taken by surprise when Cas lunged at him eagerly; he flipped Dean back down against the bed, straddled his waist and lined both their aching cocks up against one another.

Dean moaned with pleasure at the sensation. Cas fisted both their shafts together in his hand, mixing their pre-cum and allowing the wetness of it to easily slide his way. Dean could barely rut up with Cas' weight pinning him down and his head fell back, a groan tearing past his lips as Cas leaned down to messily seal their lips back together.

Dean clutched a hand into Cas' hair, the other one gripping harshly at Cas' thigh as Cas continued to rock down against him. Cas sustained the contact between their slick cocks as he moved his hands to toy across Dean's balls again. He shifted lower this time, trailing the digits underneath Dean and inching back towards the cleft of his ass.

Dean was gone the moment he felt the tips of Cas' fingers flick around his hole. His second orgasm tore through him, his cum once again gushing out of him, but this time it thoroughly covered Cas' hand, as well as his cock and stomach.

Cas came with a groan after Dean had shuddered beneath him. His own cum mixed with Dean's as it splattered against the boy beneath him.

They were both panting as Cas collapsed beside Dean. He drew the boy towards him; wrapping an arm tightly around his waist and pulling him close against his chest. Dean smiled into his skin, the pure bliss of satisfaction flowing through him.

Dean reached a hand down to the mess that was still covering the both of them. He swiped his fingers through the milky substance that was covering Cas' hip and brought his fingers up to his lips. Cas' eyes widened comically as Dean licked at his fingers with hesitance, the strong taste of Cas flooded his senses and he lapped at the digits with a more forceful insistence.

Dean was confused when Cas dragged his hand away from his mouth before Cas surged forward and smashed their lips back together. Dean grinned against him as Cas poked his tongue into his mouth, lapping at him.

Dean tried to chase his lips when Cas pulled away, causing Cas to chuckle. Dean pouted when Cas continued to deny him and glared at the smirk lining Cas' wrecked mouth. "Tease," Dean stated.

"Slut," Cas responded as Dean reached greedily for him again and Dean giggled, settling for curling himself into Cas' arms as Cas stroked lazily at his side.

"We're doing this every day," Dean declared firmly.

Cas snorted, "I'm sure that won't become obvious."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Who cares?"

Cas laughed softly, pressing his lips into Dean's hair, "I can just imagine the look on your father's face if he found out I was defiling his little boy."

"I'm not that young Cas."

Cas chuckled again, "He'd shoot me Dean. Repeatedly."

Dean grumbled unintelligibly into Cas' chest. He pushed himself far enough away so he could look properly at Cas' shining face. Cas' brow pinched at the somewhat hesitant look once again clouding Dean's features, "Would you ever want to tell anyone?"

Cas smiled softly, "When you are older Dean. When you are legal might be a good start." He ran his hand through Dean's ruffled hair, "You might be completely over me by then."

Dean shook his head vehemently, leaning back in to press a chaste kiss to Cas' lips, "Will you get over me?"

"Never," Cas responded sincerely, "I've always wanted you Dean."

"Exactly."

Cas smiled as Dean's promise washed over him. He dragged Dean back against him as they resumed the locking of their mouths.
Dean's exhaustion was finally catching up to him as they shifted into languidly pressing their lips against the others and his eyes began to drift closed.

"We should probably shower," Cas murmured across to him.

Dean begrudgingly opened his eyes so he could look at the blue one's gazing at him softly, "But I'm comfortable."

"And I should change your sheets," Cas continued, his eyes glancing down to their really obvious mess.

Dean sighed, defeated, "Suppose," he murmured. He traced his fingers lightly against the side of Cas' face, a yawn escaped him as he sleepily asked, "But you'll sleep in here right? It'll just be as if we'd fallen asleep while talking. We always shared a bed when we went camping and stuff, it's not that weird -"

Cas pressed his lips forward to shut Dean up, "Yes, Dean."

Dean grinned and allowed Cas to haul his tired body out of his stained sheets. He dragged Cas down to him so he could kiss him again before Cas pulled him off to the bathroom. He was completely elated as he playfully chased Cas out of his room and down the hall. He couldn't believe that somehow the guy that he'd always wanted completely wanted him too.

It was going to be him and Cas forever. No matter what anyone said; he didn't care.
And he certainly was never going to be complaining the next time Cas was asked to babysit.

This is just a oneshot for now. Might add another chapter or two.. Maybe. Don't know. Let me know what you think?

Has now been continued.