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The Bunker @thebunker.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

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Supernatural | Dripping Wings & Heavy Things

Chapter | For the First Time…

Cas closed and shuttered the motel room door and window behind him, setting their duffle of clean clothes and sheets on a dining chair as he came closer, his unblinking, unsettling gaze fixed on the sight of him standing there, jacketless, shirtless, and shoeless. He’d been thinking about this all day. It *felt* like he’d hardly thought about anything else. He had, but... not finding himself in the same predicament as Cas had earlier was little short of a miracle.

The angel’s hand reached for his belt and for some reason, he stood up straight and squared his shoulders. Cas’ fingers slipped between his skin and dress pants in a slow, sensual, wholly unintentional taunt. Cas hadn’t looked him in the eye for some time. He had his eyes fixed on the widening space between his skin, slacks, and briefs, anticipation tinting his otherwise blank expression; like the seraph had never seen the parts of his body underneath before, and couldn’t spare attention for anything else as he drifted closer. Not even taking off his own clothes.

Dean felt himself relax and he began to laugh very quietly at just how enrapt Castiel was to the possibility of getting eyes on his cock. Reaching for the folds of Cas’ shirt, bloused out over his pants waist, he lifted a bit, pulled, found a couple buttons to undo underneath his deep blue tie, and freed the angel’s front shirt tails. The urge rang his brain like a bell and he listened; dropping one hand to Cas’ groin, he found and conformed his palm and fingers to the smoldering organ and sack underneath the seraph’s slacks, giving the whole package a massaging tug.

Castiel’s gaze punched a hole through his sternum as his chest and stomach heaved stiltedly, jaw clenching, the hand sneaking into Dean’s pants frozen. The seraph’s abs and ass clenched, lifting his cock into Dean’s hand looking for a fuller stroke...

Dean pulled his palm away keeping hold of his groin by only his fingertips, teasing, waiting, for Cas to cave to desire and bring the organ straining against its’ cloth prison closer.

Striking fast, Cas took hold of him with both hands by the belt at the hip bones and hauled him close. Every nerve in Dean’s body stood every hair on him on end. For all the effort moved the angel, a mountain might as well have reached out and dragged him forward. Cas brought him close enough their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces yet scarcely touched. Fearful, Dean watched from the sides of his eyes as Castiel stood nearly motionless off center of him, head bowed, his beyond-human awareness drawing Cas’ eyes to his body’s every nervous spasm.

Dean tried to pull breath and failed to fill his lungs, trapped inside the unmoving cage of his chest. His heart pumped every beat out deep and hard, muscles in his neck twitching as the angel’s gaze slowly climbed the slope of his unsteady shoulder, to the artery thrumming in his neck.

To Cas’ ear, all other sounds fell away from the rush of blood through his lover’s vein, to the uneasy jitter in Dean’s heartbeat; sounds unlike anything his body had made in their loving so far. The jolt was slight but Castiel felt it when the backs of his fingers withdrew from between Dean’s clothing and stomach, tracing slowly toward his side and soon enough, taking hold of him by the flesh of his hip and pressing their bodies together. Suddenly, Cas’ whole presence softened. He jumped again when Cas’ gentle hand touched and cradled the side of his face from jaw to temple. Eyes falling closed his jaw went slack as his head fell into the heated, perfect pillow of Cas’ palm. Tension fled his whole body in the self-same moment.

The featherlight touch of Cas’ breathing kissed the heartbeat in his neck the instant before his angel’s lips...

Slow and steady, Castiel’s tongue slipped out of his opening mouth, lapped at his skin and deepened the kiss. Cas breathed him in deep, holding onto it long and hard, gently exhaling from the mouth.

The angel’s wet lips drifted up to rest on his ear. “What do you need?” The sound was almost a whisper, calling him back from losing himself in the loving caress of the hand on his face.

“Heh… I, uhh… I dunno.” He felt Cas smile against his cheek.

“A long, hot shower…”

Dean smiled softly, taking Cas’ meaning even through the fog of arousal settling over his mind. He closed his eyes and laid his head into Cas’ hand, halfway tempted to fall asleep standing like a horse. Dean took a deep, slow breath to wake himself up. “Hmm… yeah,” he whispered. Cas’ hand turned his head and lips to meet his kiss and time fell away.

When he came to, it seemed as though the sun was lower in the sky than when their unending kiss started. Rubbing his hand across his eyes, he was vaguely aware that he’d never drowned in a kiss like this before in his life. The breath he took in was deep, steady, and sure.

Slowly, he backed away from Castiel, stunned by the resounding protest in his skin wherever they no longer touched. His gaze met Cas’. In that moment he knew what bewildered innocence felt like from inside it. At nearly the same time they smiled and quietly laughed. Dean nodded, let go, and headed for the bathroom. Cas followed on his heels, opening the top drawer of the dresser beside the bathroom door. Dean paused, missing something but unsure what. He looked back to see Cas holding up a small black travel bag for him.

Turning, Dean clamped his hand down on the bag and came back to him with the kind of firm, certain, impassioned kiss that was his usual wont.

Dean took the bag.

Cas grinned, nodding.

All right…

Background: All three panels feature a washed out version of Pigeon's art and a slim black border. Cas tentatively reaches into Dean's dress pants, Dean untucks Cas' shirt.

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