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The luxury of long, hot showers in the morning is something that Dean never thought of when he considered retirement.
It's still early and outside it is quiet except for the birds chirping in the trees and the rustling of leaves moving in the faint summer breeze. The house is quiet as well, Jack off for the weekend to check on heaven and visiting Auntie Rowena and Cas still dead asleep. Only the cat greeted Dean when he sneaked out of the bedroom, rubbing along his ankles and purring like a good working engine. Dean has endured her by giving her scratchies and breakfast before he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Now he reaches for the shampoo to get finished, the expensive one Sam gave him after he noticed that Dean started to grow out his hair, with a shit eating grin and some teasing about how he has to keep the locks shiny. Jokes on him, the shampoo is pretty awesome.
Sunlight is streaming through the window over the shower stall and Dean quietly whistles under his breath when he finishes rinsing out the shampoo and then turning off the water. The mirror is fogged and he huffs when he tries to get rid of the condensation to make sure that his hair is not sticking up everywhere.
Looking in the mirror is easier these days. Sure, often enough it's still a struggle to look himself in the eyes, but Dean is getting better at it. With a quick glimpse he can't help but notice the change his body has been through since he put down weapons. There's more softness on his belly now and when he grows out his beard a bit he notices more gray every time. He's still in considerably good shape for a guy who's scratching at the fifty, muscles that probably would stay with him for his entire life built from fighting and also from keeping the house intact these days, but Dean's love for food is showing and to his own surprise, he doesn't struggle with the change. It's such a privilege, seeing his body becoming soft like this.
He gives his hair a quick towel rub and then runs his hand over his chin, considering shaving for a second, but then decides against it. Cas is digging the days old stubble and Dean admits that he likes experimenting with looks like that, just the same with growing out his hair and sometimes stealing one of Cas’s comfy sweaters to snuggle up in it. Maybe it’s some sort of control thing, now that Chuck is gone and Dean feels that for the first time in his life he has full saying in his appearance, not giving a fuck about what some shitty author wants him to look like or what his dad thinks is appropiate. This is simply about what Dean likes.
Well, and maybe a bit about what Cas likes.
Wrapping another towel around his waist, Dean quickly brushes his teeth, trying to listen with one ear if there are any noises coming from the bedroom, but nothing implies that Cas is up and awake already. Good. ‘Cause Dean would really like to be the one who wakes him up.
The shower and the time he took with it already got his dick going, but now the thought of Cas, only wearing boxer briefs and probably being sprawled all over the bed, hair messed up from the pillow, skin warm and inviting, is enough to leave Dean with a heavy, hot feeling in his lower abdomen, arousal pooling there and making him adjust the towel a few times.
Suddenly Dean can’t get ready fast enough and so he rinses his mouth and leaves the bathroom. The bedroom door is wide open and Dean prays internally that he doesn’t have to kick out the cat before he can crawl back into bed.
He’s lucky this time. And he finds Cas just like he imagined, the blanket kicked off so his body is on display for Dean, stretched out and arms wrapped around Dean’s pillow, mouth slack, skin tanned from his days in the garden and Dean wants so badly that he feels dizzy for a second.
Dropping the towel, he climbs back in bed and settles down next to Cas on his side, running a hand over his arm.
“Heya, sunshine”, he mumbles, leaning forward to place a soft kiss underneath Cas’s ear, the dark curl there tickling his nose. Cas has grown out his hair a bit as well and Dean is so much into it. He loves playing with it when Cas lays on the couch with his head in Dean’s lap, running his fingers through the soft hair and scratching his scalp until Cas is melting.
Right now, Cas is not melting. He’s letting out a sleepy huff and curls further around the pillow, hugging it close and then going still again. Chuckling a bit, Dean wraps his arm around his middle. He knows by now that it needs a bit more coaxing to get Cas up in the morning.
Let’s see what else he can get up. Heh. Get it?
“Baby”, Dean coos quietly and lets his lips travel over the side of Cas’s neck, “Darling. Sweetheart.”
“Ngh.” He doesn’t have to see Cas’s face to know how his nose scrunches, unwilling to open his eyes yet, but he does push back a bit to huddle further into Dean’s embrace. Progress.
Gently Dean pulls on Cas’s shoulder until he lets himself be handled on his back, arms flopping to the side, a pretty unhappy frown between his brows that Dean intends to replace as fast as possible.
He drops another kiss on the side of Cas’s neck, then swings his leg over him until he’s straddling his lap, leaning forward to gently rest his lips against the scar on Cas’s throat, the always present reminder of where his grace had to be cut out to save him.
Cas’s breath hitches slightly and his hand lands on Dean’s shoulder, resting there without moving, probably a not even conscious movement that makes Dean laugh under his breath.
“Honey”, he whispers, “Cas. Castiel.”
“I hear you”, Cas groans, “Dean. Too early.”
“No, ‘s really not. See, the sun is out already.”
“Ugh.” That only makes Cas squeezes his eyes together tighter and it makes Dean laugh again, quiet and warm, his heart dancing in his chest with happiness. Damn, he’s so fucking endeared by Cas being so grumpy and sleepy.
Shifting a bit in his lap, Dean runs his hand over Cas’s chest, fingers gently scratching through the scatter of gray peppered chest hair, then flicking his thumb over one nipple which leads to Cas letting out a startled grunt.
“You’re very chipper this morning”, Cas mumbles and his hand starts to move over Dean’s shoulder, lazily trailing up towards his back.
“Yeah, well”, Dean smiles into the warm skin of Cas’s collarbone, “Woke up next to a damn handsome guy and had a very good shower already, so ‘s a good day.”
To emphasize his words, he shifts his hips again where they’re settled in Cas’s lap, dragging his half hard-on against the front of his boxers and goosebumps run over his arm at the slight friction.
“Mhm”, Cas hums, a second hand joining the first on Dean’s back, traveling down his spine, “I can feel that.” Gently he puts pressure on Dean’s lower back, urging him to roll his hips again and a quiet gasp falls from Dean’s lips, the previous arousal surging up at high speed once again when he feels Cas’s dick filling out against his hip bone.
“You awake now?”, Dean mutters and drags his mouth down Cas’s chest, leaving a wet trail before he kisses that one single freckle and then circles his tongue around the nipple underneath. This time, Cas’s breath stutters.
“I am definitely interested in where this is going.”
“Mhmm, don’t worry about a thing, sunshine. I’mma take care of you.”
There is barely anything in the world that Dean loves more than being able to take his time with Cas. There is no hurry, no urge to get things really going, no danger waiting in the back of his head. It’s only him and Cas and this is probably how it was meant to be all the time.
He mouths at that one nipple until it’s stiff underneath his lips, then does the same with the second and Cas’s breath speeds up, his back arching up a bit to get closer to Dean’s lips, one hand coming up to rest on the top of his head and strong fingers carefully carding through the wet strands. Dean knows what these fingers can do, has seen them whirling blades and taking out enemies with just one touch, has seen them heal and has felt them on his skin and inside of him. Even after all the time they’ve been together now, it still thrills Dean a bit, how gentle they are when it comes to touching him.
The coarse hair of Cas’s happy trail tickles against his lips when Dean moves down further, his hands joining the journey of his mouth, petting Cas’s side. Dean’s love for cooking is showing on Cas as well, soft love handles over the firm muscles and Dean can’t help but suck a mark into the skin right over his hip bone. The soft sting of the suction draws a moan out of Cas and Dean glimpses up to see him leaning back his head, his chest heaving more heavily now.
“Good?”, Dean checks softly and Cas nods before he even finishes the word, the fingers in Dean’s hair tighten slightly and push his mouth back towards the red mark on his skin. Dean chuckles.
“Bossy”, he scolds and Cas huffs out a laugh.
“You like it when I’m ‘bossy’.” He even lifts up his hand from Dean’s head for quotation marks and Dean snorts out a laugh against his belly, glimpsing up to find Cas looking at him with tired eyes, but such a fond smile that the warmth spreading in Dean’s insides has nothing to do with just lust. Smiling, he ducks his head down again and pushes his thumb underneath the rubberband of Cas’s boxers.
“Up”, he commands, which earns him another soft chuckle and Cas obediently lifts up his hips for Dean to pull down the only piece of clothing Cas is wearing, kicking off the blanket from the bed and then inhaling deeply when he gets a look at Cas sprawled out completely naked right in front of him.
There were times in his life when Dean shied away from looking at Cas too much. It barely ever worked, he was always drawn in, caught up in the way Cas never seemed to look away from him. But sometimes it still was difficult for him, like he was looking directly into the sun. It was dangerous and it could have destroyed him, but instead Dean now has the privilege to watch Cas as much as he wants and no one will ever be able to say something against that.
Because Cas is his.
And also he looks really fucking hot like this.
Swallowing against his dry mouth, Dean runs a hand up Cas’s thigh, kneading into the thick muscles there, making his way back up towards Cas hips, eyes on the prize, his nearly fully hard cock right on display. And it wasn’t Dean’s original plan, but there is no way he’s gonna get back up without getting a taste of this.
The moan Cas lets out when Dean lets his lips drag over his length is guttural and from deep inside his chest, a noise that makes Dean nearly fall over with how much it turns him on, his cock now hanging heavy and fully hard. He makes himself at home between Cas’s legs, pressing wet kisses all over his hot cock and then tounging at the slit to catch the first drops of precum.
“Dean”, Cas groans, his hand back on Dean’s hair again, carefully urging him to get his mouth fully on him and Dean gladly gives in. Wrapping his lips around the head of Cas’s cock, his eyes roll back a bit with delight of the feeling of getting his mouth filled.
It has not always been this easy for Dean, being with Cas like this. Freedom did a lot of good for him, but it didn’t teach him to unlearn all the stuff that has been drilled into his head since he was a little boy. There has been stuff he wanted, but it took a lot out of him to ask for it, to not drown in shame whenever he enjoyed going down on Cas or asking him to fuck Dean and to stop being afraid that Cas would look at him with disgust after it.
Admittedly, it has been pretty helpful that Cas was absolutely shameless when it came to his desire for Dean.
He is really glad that these days are over and nothing is stopping him from taking Cas apart with just his mouth while he sucks his cock down his throat, lapping his tongue on the underside until Cas’s hips are twitching underneath him and his fingers tighten in Dean’s hair. It’s tempting, just to keep going until Cas would spill into his mouth, but Dean has other plans for this morning. He didn’t spend all this time in the shower for nothing.
Cas’s moan sounds like a protest this time when Dean pulls off, but Dean drops a quick kiss on the red hickey he left earlier on his belly and then goes back into his previous position, straddling Cas and leaning forward with his hands next to Cas’s head.
“So, you might not have noticed while you were snoring the morning away, but I actually had a really long shower.” With a cheeky grin, Dean bows his head down to place a soft kiss on Cas’s lips and when he pulls back, Cas is gazing up at him with hooded eyelids, his pupils blown wide. God damn. He looks so good like this.
It seems to take a few seconds for the words to make sense to Cas, but when they do he blinks rapidly, before he immediately reaches blindly to the side, fumbling to get the drawer of their nightstand open without averting his eyes from Dean. Like this he needs a few attempts to get the bottle of lube out of it and Dean laughs at him, busying himself by peppering kisses all over Castiel’s chest and neck once again until the lube gets tossed next to him.
Cas’s hands are back on him, running up and down his thighs, coming teasingly close to Dean’s aching cock, but not yet touching him. He turns his head, breathing hard against Dean’s ear and nipping gently at the lobe which makes Dean’s breath hitch.
“Did you prepare yourself for me, honey?” Cas’s voice is in the gutter, still sleep-deep and gravely with arousal and Dean has to close his eyes for a moment, his cock jumping between them, precum collecting at the tip.
“‘xactly that”, he mumbles back, leaning more forward to get some friction and Cas moves his hands towards his hips, positioning him until their dicks line up and the noise that escapes Dean can’t be described other than a whine.
Suddenly his fingers are in Cas’s hair and he nearly knocks their foreheads together because if he won’t kiss the living hell outta Cas right this second he will probably explode. Their lips collide forcefully and Cas already awaits him, eagerly pulling Dean close by his neck and opening up for him. There is morning breath and there’s a bottle of lube digging into his leg, but Dean couldn’t care less about any of this. He moans into Cas’s mouth, which earns him a similar response and he rolls his hips, their cocks rubbing at each other in a way that makes Dean’s ears ring.
He’s so close to losing it then and there, his body on fire, lust pulsing through his veins, reminding Dean how fucking perfect they are for each other, how this never felt as good as it does with Cas, how every touch and every kiss just feels so damn right. Years ago, that would have overwhelmed him and probably made him run, but now Dean couldn’t imagine it to be anything else.
It’s very difficult to pull back from the kiss, especially when he looks down on Cas with his lips being all red and plush, but damn it, Dean has a plan here. He needs to focus.
Grabbing the lube, he sits back upright, mourning the friction immediately. There hasn’t been a single touch on his dick so far, neither from him nor from Cas, and still Dean is so hard that he’s dizzy with it. The effect that Cas has on him.
“I wish I would have been able to watch you opening yourself for me”, Cas mumbles when Dean squeezes several big drops on his fingers and reaches behind himself. Huffing out a breathless laugh, Dean’s eyes flutter close when he rubs his fingers over his hole, the muscle still soft and pliant from his shower prep session.
“Should’ve got up with me then”, he pants, dropping his head and forcing his eyes back open to watch Cas scrunching his nose, then letting out a dramatic sigh.
“This is a sacrifice I will probably consider the next time.”
“Nah.” With a smile, Dean shifts, lifting his hips so Cas’s cock now slides right between his cheeks, “I like waking you up like this.”
Cas’s fingers on Dean’s thighs flex when the head of his dick catches against Dean’s hole, his mouth dropping open to a breathless moan.
“Dean.”
“I gotcha, darlin’”, Dean mumbles and grabs the lube again. This time, he warms the liquid in his palm first before he reaches around again and wraps his hand around Cas’s dick. It earns him another groan and Cas’s eyes are falling close again, his chest heaving with every breath. Wiping his hand clean on the sheets (screw it, it’s time to wash them anyways), Dean leans forward and once again finds Cas’s lips with his.
“You ready, sweetheart?”, he whispers against his mouth.
Cas only is able to nod frantically, and it thrills Dean a bit that he’s able to render a former Angel of the Lord speechless just by promising him the ride of his life. Dropping another soft kiss on Cas’s lips, then his cheek and his jaw, Dean sits up again, positing himself and holding Cas’s cock steady to slowly sink down.
He’s so glad that he knows his body so well by now. He’s glad because it means that he knows exactly how much prep he needs to still get that delicious stretch, to feel every single moment of Cas breaching him until the head of his cock makes it past the tight ring of muscle and then slowly fills him up inch by inch.
They had sex so many times by now that Dean lost count and still his body fucking sings every single time when he welcomes Cas inside. Never in his whole life Dean has felt closer to someone than in these moments, never more vulnerable and safe at the same time. Fucking hell. If they’d done that when Cas was still an Angel, Dean thinks that he’d probably have told Cas to possess him, just to feel even closer to him.
Dropping his chin to his chest, Dean forces his eyes open, not even aware when he closed them and his heart roars in his chest when he finds Cas staring at him, jaw slack and eyes dark with desire, gazing up at Dean like he is some sort of miracle. He never stops looking at Dean like this, no matter how dirty and kinky they’re going and Dean flushes from the top of his head to his chest, quickly squeezing his eyes shut because he knows exactly what will come next and he needs it like breathing and he wants to run from it like a coward.
“You are so beautiful”, Cas breathes, “No part of creation could ever compete with you, my beloved.”
The noise that escapes Dean’s throat is a pathetic little whine and he resists the urge to shake his head, to protest against Cas’s words. It has taken him way too long to be able to accept them, but he’s still fighting his inner demons every day and stuff like that…well, it’s tough.
His answer is to fully sink down, to take Cas’s cock completely until he’s settled down on his lap again, careful with his weight to not squeeze any sensitive parts.
“Fuck.” Dean is already panting, dizzy with the feeling of being full, his fingers twitching on Cas’s chest, “Feels so good, sweetheart.”
“So do you”, Cas mumbles back, his hands finding Dean’s thighs and gently rubbing over them, “You feel incredible, Dean. You always do.”
“You wanna feel even better?” The smirk on his lips is a bit crooked with the way Dean’s lips drop open when he slowly lifts himself up a tiny bit and sinks down again, delighted with the way Cas’s eyes flutter at the movement.
“Whenever you feel ready”, he mumbles, still petting Dean’s thighs, his thumbs so fucking close to Dean’s dick that Dean has to bite his tongue to suppress a whimper. To get a better balance, he leans some of his weight forward, steadying himself on Cas’s chest, very aware that he can carry him effortlessly (Like that one time Cas lifted him up to press him against a wall and make out with him. Dean has never been so fucking flustered in his life).
He starts slowly, circling his hips to find the right angle, to let his body get used to the sensation of the stretch and the fullness and then his mouth drops open when the head of Cas’s cock rubs right over that sweet sweet spot that sets his whole body on fire.
Cas must have noticed it in his reaction, too, because finally he moves his hand upwards, warm fingers closing around Dean’s cock and the double sensation makes Dean moan so dirty that he feels Cas’s breath stutter under his hands.
Throwing back his head, Dean picks up the speed, spreading his knees wider to get Cas deeper, pushing back on that perfect thick cock inside of him while Cas slowly strokes him, spreading some of the precum with his thumb, then only drawing his hand back for a second to spit into his palm.
Jesus fuck. It’s even more about the view of that than to feel the additional slick when Cas’s hand is back on his cock that gets Dean’s brain cross-fired and for a moment he loses control of his movements, his motions getting frantic, a tight coil starting to curl in his lower abdomen. Just barely he notices how Cas digs his heels into the mattress to give Dean a more stable seat, his hand that is not stroking Dean’s achingly hard cock coming to rest on his hip, his thumb digging into the soft skin there and urging Dean to go on.
His mouth is getting dry from the heavy, moany breaths that Dean sucks in, his bad knee aching, sweat starting to collect behind his ears and his forehead and still Dean can’t slow down. It’s like chasing a high, watching Cas staring at him like this, a flush spread all over his chest and neck, his cock fucking throbbing inside of Dean in a way that makes him clench around Cas. The noise that this draws out of Cas’s throat is better than every Led Zeppelin song in the world.
Leaning more forward, Dean moves his hands from Cas’s chest to the mattress next to his head, hair sticking to his forehead.
“Wanna feel you come inside of me, baby”, he mumbles, “Wanna feel you let go.”
“Dean…”
“Yeah”, Dean breathes, “‘xactly like this.”
He wants to kiss Cas so badly right now, wants to taste the sweat on his upper lip, but he knows that Cas isn’t too far from coming undone with the way his eyes squeeze shut and the noises he makes turning more and more desperate and Dean just wants to make him feel so fucking good .
His cock is aching with need where Cas’s fingers are still circling him, still stroking him, but much more uncoordinated now. He still has the angle right so Cas’s cock is hitting his prostate just right, throbbing inside of him so perfectly, the sound of their sweaty skin meeting with every of Dean’s movements and the throaty noises they make filling the room until it’s the only thing that exists in Dean’s mind.
He knows when Cas is about to come when his thighs are starting to twitch underneath Dean’s ass, his fingers clawing into Dean’s leg and he throws his head back, his mouth dropping open and Dean has never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.
“Fuck”, he groans, “Love you, sweetheart. Love you so damn much, I…”
Cas’s answer is a defeated moan and Dean swears he feels his dick swelling inside of him when he comes, comes hard and long, the sound of Dean’s movements while he rides Cas’s through it turning even dirtier with the added wetness.
He slows down carefully, making sure to clench around Cas until he twitches underneath him, then he drops forward on his hands, lifting one up to brush the damp hair out of Cas’s forehead.
“Love you”, he repeats in a whisper and Cas opens his eyes, still fighting for air.
“I love you”, he mumbles back, a sated smile settling on his lips and Dean can’t help but kiss it. Softly he brushes his lips over Cas’s again and again, teasing his bottom lip with his tongue until Cas wraps both arms around him and pulls him closer. Which leads to his softening dick slipping out of Dean and Dean’s breath hitches at that, suddenly aware that he is still hard as a rock.
And Cas probably notices too where Dean’s cock is pressing against his hip because before Dean knows it, he flips them and gets Dean underneath.
“Whoa there, tiger.” Dean’s surprised chuckle quickly gets replaced by a moan when Cas immediately latches on his neck and then slides further down, “Hey…Cas, really, I…you don’t need to…”
“You took care of me and you did that very well”, Cas mutters into the skin on Dean’s belly, leaving a bite there that makes Dean’s breath stutter, “Now let me take care of you.”
“I…” His protest dies on his lips when Cas’s breath ghosts over his dick and Dean’s head falls back with a groan, “Yeah, okay, yeah.”
He feels Cas smiling against his skin and then his warm mouth is on him, sucking Dean down to nearly the root, lapping over the underside and then drawing back to circle around the head. Dean whines and the coil in his belly is back full force again, tightening hot and heavy and he’s barely able to keep his hips still while Cas goes to town on him.
Everything is just so perfect, the way Cas’s mouth is warm and wet, the way he sneaks his hand underneath Dean’s ass and then presses two fingers at once inside of his hole, immediately going for his prostate and rubbing against that spot until Dean thinks he’s going to scream.
“Cas”, he babbles, grabbing for hair without realizing, “Cas, baby, I, please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t …
Cas hums around him, sinking down further, forcing his throat to open up for Dean’s cock and then swallows around him and that’s what does it for Dean. He comes with a shout, his body out of control, writhing underneath Cas who doesn’t let his dick fall out of his mouth until Dean sinks into the mattress, panting and his legs still twitching, his ass clenching around Cas’s fingers, every muscle turning from tense into soft and pliant.
There are stars behind his eyes and white noise in his ears while Dean rides on that absolute bliss for a few more moments, aware of the heat in his cheeks and his pulse slowing down gradually. It’s only when the mattress next to him dips and Cas’s weight leans halfway over him when he presses a soft kiss on Dean’s lips, that he’s able to move again.
Rolling to the side, Dean slings one arm around Cas’s middle and buries his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply and snuggling his nose against the warm skin there.
“Mornin’, sunshine”, he mumbles.
Cas kisses the top of his head and Dean hears his smile in his voice.
“Good morning, honey.”
“Heh”, Dean huffs, a grin slowly spreading on his face. “Yeah. Damn good morning.”
It earns him a quiet chuckle and he smiles against Cas’s neck, very content staying there for a bit. Cas seems to share that thought because he settles more and pulls Dean closer, running his hand up and down his back.
For a little while, they stay like this, quiet and embraced, the only noises the birds outside and the cat playing with one of her jingly toys in the kitchen. It’s just when Dean gets uncomfortably aware of the mess of cum and lube dripping out of him and sticking to his legs that he opens his eyes with a heavy sigh.
He finds Cas already looking at him, smiling and definitely much more awake, his hair a whole bird's nest and the last remains of his previous flush tinting his cheeks slightly pink. Damn. Dean really is the luckiest guy in the whole universe.
Slowly Dean rolls over on his back and then indulges in a whole body stretch, his muscles feeling wonderfully sore and relaxed at the same time.
“How ‘bout this?”, he suggests, “We’ll clean up and while you get a shower, I’ll make us breakfast.”
“That sounds wonderful”, Cas agrees and props himself up on his elbow, watching every single one of Dean’s movements and then leaning in to kiss his shoulder, “I have the slight suspicion that this will be a beautiful day.”
When Dean watches him getting up, not even bothering to put on another pair of underwear, all tanned skin and strong muscles and the most gorgeous being Dean has ever seen, he agrees silently. Who would have thought that retirement could be this awesome?
Swinging his legs out of the bed, Dean follows Cas into the bathroom, very ready for their day to really begin.