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Dean crouched down next to him and wrapped his arms around him, trying to keep himself from crying too. "Fuck. Cas, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. This is all my fault. You're dad hates you and it's all because you feel for a sorry excuse for a fuck up, and I am so sorry. I'm so sorry, Cas."
Cas shook his head, clinging to Dean's shoulders. "Not... Not your fault, Dean. It's me. My dad hates me because I'm a fucking sorry excuse for a son," he cried, burying his face in Deans shoulder.
"No," Dean said, stroking Castiel's back, "No, he's just a shitty-ass dad. And I should know I am the professor of shitty-ass dads. I ran all the tests, and data is conclusive. Your dad is both shitty, and ass."
Cas tried to laugh but it sounded more like a strangled sob, and he held Dean tighter. "You're the best, you know that?" he muttered, kissing his neck gently because he didn't have the energy to kiss him properly.
Dean sighed. "Damnit. We were going to ditch school and go on a picnic and maybe have sex and it was going to be the greatest day ever, and then fucking reality had to ruin everything!"
Cas nodded and slumped against Dean. "The third idea still stands," he mutters, using the fabric of Dean's jacket to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"You're all keen to it now, but may I remind you that you owe me something?"
Cas chuckled softly and kissed Dean's neck again. "I don't hear any complaints, do you?"
Dean stifled a moan. "May I lead you to the bedroom, sir?"
Cas nodded. "That would be splendid."
Dean laughed, grabbed Cas's hand, and tugged him up the gross, carpeted sitars to his gross, carpeted bedroom.
At least Dean's room wasn't as terrible as the rest of the house. It was messy, yeah, but he was a teenager. Clothes everywhere, random items in random placed. Cas smiled and kissed Dean slowly, pushing him backwards until they both fell into the unmade bed in a heap.
Dean immediately began pulling of his shirt and working to help Cas off with his. Hr ran his hands all over Cas's body and made the fuck out with him. He just wanted Cas. He wanted all of him.
Cas moaned loudly into Dean's mouth, the feeling of Dean's strong hands touching him so intimately sending shivers down him spine. His dad could go fuck himself because Castiel loved Dean, and nothing could ever change that.
Dean breathed heavily and went to unbuttoning Cas's shirt and un-doing his belt. He slid off Cas's pants and started palming the area between his thighs
Cas gasped and threw his head back, biting his lip as the beautiful sensations rippled through his body. "God, Dean. Feels- Feels so much better when you're the one touching me."
Dean brought Cas's head back down to meet his lips and began grinding against him, trying find some friction. "Cas," he breathed. "You are so hot. You are so so so hot."
Cas groaned deeply into Dean's mouth and started rutting his hips down to meet Dean's, Cas' body shuddering pleasantly each time.
"You wanna take charge?" Dean asked playfully.
Cas gazed into Dean's eyes. "I want to suck your cock, that's what I want."
Dean dropped his head back. "Oh, fuck, yes." he moaned.
Cas smirked and crawled down so he was kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He pulled Dean's belt off and tugged of his jeans and underwear, gazing at the large, hard erection Dean had. Cas moaned and licked the tip experementally, looking up at Dean.
Dean moaned loudly and closed his eyes, trying to focus in on the sweet feeling. "Oh, Cas," he moaned.
Cas smiled and was quick to take The entire tip into his mouth, and then a few more inches. He swirled his tongue around Dean's cock, starting to suck and bob up and down a bit, trying to make Dean feel the best that he possibly could.
Dean was already starting to lose control. He gripped at the sheets and clenched his toes and moaned and panted so loudly that despite the overwhelming, amazing feeling, he kept thinking how much it would suck if his dad came home and heard him.
Cas just knew Dean wouldn't last long, so he let the entire or Dean's cock into his mouth, sucking it and moaning to send vibrations through him. He knew every trick there was on how to stop your gag reflex from working, he he had no trouble there. And damn, did he love the feeling of Dean's cock fucking his mouth.
Dean began to thrust slightly into Cas's mouth, moans getting louder and louder. "Fuck, fuck fuck. Cas. Oh God yesyesyes. God, you're so good. Fuck!"
Cas let's Dean thoroughly fuck himself into his mouth, not making him hold back of anything. He wasted Dean to come down his throat, he loved that feeling too, and Dean knew that.
Dean held onto the back of Cas's head and slammed in and out of his warm, wet mouth. He felt the warm rush of an orgasm coming on and he shoved himself harder and faster into Cas's throat. "Cas. Cas. Cas. I'm gonna come. Fuck. Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. I'm going to come so hard you sexy little fuck. Oh God. God. Yes! Yes!" Dean felt his cock twitch and release a ton of cum right into Cas's open, wanting mouth. He slowly slipped out.
Cas' hand twined down to gently rub at his own throbbing, neglected erection as Dean thrust himself hard into his mouth. He swallowed mostly all of the warm come, his eyes fluttering closed and he moaned. A small dribble of the white liquid dripped out of eather corner of his mouth. He must have been such a sight, sitting there blissfully with rosy cheeks, two dribbles of Dean's come on his mouth, and a hand pleasuring himself slowly.
Dean leaned over and Kissed Cas, lapping up the extra cum on his cheeks. He then reached over to the bed-side table where his moisturizer had been sitting since the night before and handed it to Cas. "You might want that," he smirked, turning onto his stomach and spreading out his legs.
Cas nodded and squished some onto his hand, rubbing it onto his cock as he climbed back onto the bed. He made sure his fingers were extra slick before sticking two of them quickly into Dean's ass without warning.
Dean jumped and moaned with the new pleasure. "I just came like nobody's business," he breathed, "I'm basically just a limp fuck toy at this point."
"I don't want to hurt you, Dean," he murmured, his fingers slowly moving In and out of Dean. It's been a while since Dean had been on the receiving end, and he didn't want the hormones to wear off and for him to hurt like hell.
"hurt me" dean murmured.
"Oh for fuck's sake-" He removed his fingers and was pressing his cock in. He couldn't stop himself when Dean had that tone of voice.
Dean groaned. It did hurt, but that day, he wanted to be hurt. he wanted Cas to hurt him. He spread his legs wider. "C'mon, hurt me Cas! Slap me, spank me, use me!"
Cas hesitated for a second. He wasn't like that, to hurt someone for pleasure. He didn't like it, but if Dean wanted it... He started thrusting quickly, a snap of his hips, in and out, and dug his nails into Dean's sides, leaning up to bite Dean's neck harshly. "God fucking damn you for being so fucking sexy, Dean."
"You are so amazing, Cas. You are so great. You're too good for me."
Cas was about to stop and remind Dean of what he'd said earlier /Stop talking like that or I'll slap you/ but he realized that that's exactly what Dean wanted him to do. "Fucking hell, Dean. I don't- I can't slap you I'm sorry. I'm not like that."
"Forget it. First sex, talk later." Dean slammed himself back and forth, periodically clenching his muscles there just the way he knew Cas liked it.
"Oh fuck-" Cas thrust himself harshly into Dean, both hands on his hips to pull him in faster, harder, and deeper. "Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour," he muttered under his breath as his entire body shuddered with the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt. "Fuck, Dean. F-fuck," his head was lolled back as he gave into the animalistic urges of no holding back.
Dean let him go as hard and deep as he wanted. He just wanted him to come and hard, and to feel that same satisfaction as he just did from the greatest blow job ever given.
Cas was unable to form any other words than "Fuck," or "Dean," and repeated them over and over as he slammed into Dean. He was co close, so extremely close, anything could set him off.
"Come on Cas. I want you to come inside me. I want you to come all over me, Cas."
Cas' eyes rolled back in his skull as he came extremely hard into Dean. He let out and absolutely /sinful\ wail of Dean's name, riding out his amazing orgasm.
Dean fell down onto the bed and panted heavily. "You are so hot," he said
Cas pulled out of Dean and collapsed beside him, unable to speak for a second. "Fuck-- Dean... That was amazing," he muttered, his voice having dropped an octave from the beautiful sensations.
Dean rolled over to look at him, and wrapped his arms around Cas and kissing him. "And that was the single most amazing blow job I believe has ever been blown."
Cas smiled. "Well thank you. I've had a lot of practice," he replied, winking at Dean.
Dean laughed. "It's been a little while, though."
Cas shrugged. "Well, that just made it all the better, yeah?" He cuddled up against Dean, the escapades having helped him forget momentarily about his father and the knee high shit he was walking though at the moment. Dean nodded. "God, I missed your hot little mouth." He kissed the top of Cas's head. "And your hot everything else."Cas yawned and looked up at Dean. "Let's have a nap, dontcha think?"
"I would love nothing more," Dean replied, and he kissed Cas goodnight. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
Cas fell asleep in Dean's arms, forgetting every care in the world as he did.