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Careful What You Wish For	By : HeadmasterFelix Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sexual Healing
Sam pushed Castiel back against his door, their lips never parting as Cas shed his coat and Sam pulled off his tie before going to work on the buttons of the white dress shirt.
Castiel grabbed the bottom of Sam's t-shirt and the two parted just long enough for him to get it over his head. He tossed it on the floor before wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and pulling their chests close together as they kissed.
This certainly wasn't his first experience, but his partners had always been so much more tentative than Sam. Just moments ago he had teleported into Sam's room, expecting to discuss their previous conversation. Instead, Sam opted for non-verbal communication, descending upon Cas with impatience and pent-up tension. Castiel acquiesced, understanding easily that talking would be superfluous at this point. His heart raced under the Winchester's needy touch.
He groaned lightly as Sam snaked his arms around Castiel's waist, holding him tight while their tongues and teeth and lips met with passion.
Sam gave a small, smug laugh at the angel's vocalization. He was determined to hear a whole lot more of that tonight. He brought his arms down and hooked them under Castiel's thighs, picking him up and dropping him onto the bed. In an instant, Sam was kneeling between his legs and kissing his neck.
"Sam, yes," Castiel whispered under his breath as lips met the sensitive skin just under his ear. He gripped the back of Sam's head with one hand, fingers tangling in his hair. He gently set his other hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam nipped, almost by reflex, upon hearing the angel call his name. His teeth elicited another small noise of approval from Cas. He grinned as he trailed down, setting to work on the curve where neck meets shoulder.
Cas dragged his hand from Sam's shoulder to his chest. With a firm touch, he tested the waters by running his thumb over Sam's nipple.
His breath caught in his throat as a bolt of electricity buzzed through his chest, making his heart skip and lungs contract. His efforts doubled and, supporting himself on only one arm, he brought the other down to grip Castiel's hip tightly.
Cas pulled Sam's lips back up to his own. His hands got to work unfastening Sam's belt and pants, and as soon as he was able, Sam wiggled and kicked his way out of them. Soon after, his underwear landed on top of them.
Sam gasped when he felt Castiel's hand wrap around him. With surprising skill, Cas oriented his thumb perpendicular to the rest of his fingers and applied a bit more pressure with it before beginning long, slow strokes.
He rocked into Castiel's grip, breaking their kiss and panting into his ear. "Oh, fff- Cas, yes. Yes!" He briefly wondered how Cas knew his way around a cock so well, but decided he really didn't want to know the answer. He bit down on the angel's neck, tongue flicking and lips sucking in between stifled groans. His precious, pristine angel was going to be well-marked before the end of the night.
Cas worked Sam over until precome was building easily. Using his off-hand, he worked off his pants as best he could. Sam pulled back and helped him the rest of the way, before resuming his position on top of him again. The two were close, and Castiel's stiff, upright erection grazed Sam's abdomen. Sam involuntarily jerked his hips at that, and quickly re-asserted control over himself.
Castiel chuckled a bit, "Sam, there's no need to restrain your inhibitions. Tonight is about just the opposite, is it not?"
"Uh, heh," he flushed a bit. "Yeah, I guess it is." He smiled. Those were the first real words they'd exchanged since yesterday. Sam looked into Castiel's steel-blue eyes and, briefly, stopped breathing. He swallowed hard, rattled by a sudden and strong wash of intimacy.
A smile tugged at the corner of Castiel's lips as he looked into Sam's hazels. Sam felt as if Cas was looking into his soul, and it was at once comforting and deeply uncomfortable. The former was slowly winning.
In an instant, their positions were reversed. Sam came down on the bed with the same still jump as when you wake up falling from a dream. Castiel was above him, and with frequent kisses, he worked his way down the Winchester's body. He never stopped watching Sam, and Sam never wanted to look away.
Cas took Sam into his mouth, first slowly working the head in, and then quickly down the few inches of shaft Castiel's mouth could accommodate.
Sam groaned loudly, throwing his head back with the rush of hot wetness. No, no, that was a mistake. He quickly looked to Cas again and was thankful that his eyes were still looking back up. Sam adjusted his pillow, and then brought both hands down to rest on Castiel's head as the angel bobbed on and licked and sucked Sam into his mouth. To make up for the few inches his mouth wasn't capable of holding, Cas gripped and stroked the base of Sam's cock, lips going down and hand came up. Before long, Sam was bucking ever-so-gently against Castiel's lips and hand.
And because Castiel understands fully that good things are best given to those who wait, he pulled off as soon as Sam began to whisper that he was getting close.
He didn't need to be asked. He sat up and onto his side slightly to reach into the drawer of his nightstand. Turning back to Cas, he started to ask, "So who's go-" he stopped when Castiel took the bottle from him. Cas was smiling. Sam swallowed hard again and relaxed back against the bed. His heart was pounding and his nerves felt electrified. He hadn't been this overcome with nervous excitement since he was fifteen and losing his virginity in the back of his dad's Impala.
Castiel applied the lubricant, again with surprising understanding, to himself and to Sam. When he was finished, he smirked, shrugged, and tossed the bottle aside. It hit the floor with a thunk and Sam laughed a bit at his insouciance. Castiel did not bother making sure he would be capable of taking him comfortably. Sam didn't want to think about why.
Sam let out a low, breathy moan as Cas pushed onto him, slowly but all at once. After giving himself a moment to adjust, Castiel began to pull back off, and slowly on again. Sam gripped his hips but allowed Castiel full autonomy, cautious to not hurt the angel. When Cas seemed quite acclimated, Sam released one of his hips and instead wrapped his hand around Castiel's cock in much the same manner Cas had done to him earlier.
Finally, Sam's wish was being granted. Castiel was slowly becoming vocal, first with quiet "Mmm... Mmmmm"s, and building into louder urges of "Yes, that's good Sam, just like that." Sam watched him intently, hanging on every syllable and losing himself in the sights and sounds before him. As Castiel felt himself getting closer, he moved more quickly and with more force on top of Sam. Soon, he grabbed Sam's hand and stilled it, encouraging Sam to re-focus on the way Cas moved on top of him.
He was panting and bucking up into the angel, hardly able to contain himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Cas, God," his adoration turned to a whine when Castiel stopped. Looking up, he quickly understood.
"Just... don't... say that when we're like this, please."
Sam could hardly remember that Crowley had said the same thing, albeit less politely. He couldn't think of anything but Castiel in this moment. He nodded and Cas resumed.
As if by some supernatural sense, Castiel understood Sam's desire even before he did. In a blink, their positions were switched again. Sam towered over the now-horizontal angel. It took him a moment to readjust, but Sam took the change in stride. Slowly, he grinned. Sam began to pound into Cas with enough speed and strength to make the bed rock and squeak under them. Castiel became loud and wordless, gripping and clawing at Sam's shoulders and arms with need and encouragement.
Their eyes met, and again Sam's overworked heart skipped a beat. His relentlessness let up as he lost himself in Castiel's debauched expression and needy eyes. The words just fell out of him without hesitance, "I love you, Cas." Being this close to Castiel's grace for this long was having a profound effect on Sam. As his guilt, anger, and pain began to dissolve, Sam's subconscious made sense of the relief in the only way they could.
The angel smiled and tugged on Sam's arms, pulling him down. Their lips met and Sam's chest hovered just inches above Castiel's. Sam began to pick up speed again, moving his head to rest in the crook of Castiel's neck so they could be fully chest-to-chest. Sam could feel Castiel's arms and legs wrap around him, gripping tightly.
"I love you too, Sam," and he meant it, truly, although perhaps not in a romantic way. In a moment as exquisite as this, he thought, what purpose does the distinction between types of love really serve?
Sam was shocked and emotionally overwhelmed as soon as Castiel's words registered in his head. Almost before he could process it, he felt something heavy but soft and almost tickling, and at the same time not really there at all, cocoon around him.
Cas used a hand to direct Sam by his jaw, pulling him to look into his eyes again. Sam was completely undone, completely emotionally vulnerable. For the first time in decades, it was a thing of beauty rather than the consequences of series of horrors. Sam's sentimentality did more for Castiel than his body ever could. His eyes narrowed as he felt himself precariously close to the edge. "Fuck me, Sam," he urged.
Sam snapped out of it, nodding and driving Castiel down into the mattress again. It took hardly anything more to push him over the edge, and soon Cas sunk his nails into Sam's back and cried out for him, his orgasm cascading through his body. He gripped the Winchester tightly.
It was all so much to handle. Feeling his stomach slick with Castiel's come, and then what he swore were wings holding him almost uncomfortably tight, he began a mantra of 'I love you' in the angel's ear. It all swiftly sent him toppling over the edge right after Cas. He kissed Castiel as he filled him. The pair kissed long after both of them had come down and Castiel had released Sam.
As Sam pulled out and fell beside the angel, Castiel could see he was still thoroughly wrecked. He'd never broken a sexual partner like this, but this was certainly not the first time someone wound so tight had been undone by his grace. Castiel got out of bed, and Sam felt like he was going to cry until he saw Cas reach out for him, beckoning him to stand up. He did as he was asked, and the much shorter man held him. When Sam blinked, they were in the bathroom.
Castiel showered with Sam, gently bathing him in the warm water and murmuring praises to him. Slowly, Sam was knitted back together, and emerged a new man.
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