#deansturbation

Dean lets his forehead hit the table.“Yeah, Cas, I mean masturbation. Get yourself off. You’ll get rid of your morning wood and have some new pleasant experience as a bonus.”“Hm.”“Alright, I’m gonna leave you to that,” Dean says ready to hang up, but Cas stops him.“Wait, Dean, how do I do that?”“What?”“I’ve never done that before, Dean,” he sounds exasperated. “I know people do it, but I usually try not to watch them.”Dean sighs remembering the one time Cas entered his room without knocking and caught Dean with his hand on his cock.“Alright, alright. Just wrap your hand around it? Not too loose, you need to find how tight you like it. Then move your hand up and down.” He can’t believe this is really happening.There’s a little disgruntled sound on the other end of the line. “Dean, it isn’t pleasant.”“What? You are doing it now?”“You told me to-”“Yes, but, you can’t-”“Oh, I see. It is not customary to talk about those things with other people.”“Not really, not with your friends.”“Who then?”“Your… um… usually, you only do this with your… lover?”“Oh, I see.” There’s a moment of silence. Dean should take advantage of it and find a way out of this awkward situation, but he seems frozen with his hand gripping the phone tightly and pressing it to his ear.“I guess this isn’t a usual situation,” Cas says very softly.Dean closes his eyes. “No, it isn’t.”“So, will you help me, Dean?”Dean swallows thickly. Don’t imagine him, don’t imagine him.“What’s wrong?”“It just… there’s too much friction, I don’t like it.”Dean gives up. He’s going to go with the flow and recover from the consequences later.“Spit into your palm. Get your cock wet. It will feel better.”He actually hears Cas spitting. His own cock gives an interested twitch.“Hm… Dean, that’s better. Oh.”Dean clenches his teeth. It’s impossible to not imagine Cas jerking off and Dean’s getting hard himself. This is the last chance to end this or he’ll be in too deep.“Okay, Cas, I think you’re good now. Enjoy the ride. I’ll call you later today.”“Wait, DeanDean swallows back a moan at the needy undertone in Cas’ husky voice.“What now?” he whispers.“I think your voice is helping.”Dean’s heart skips a beat. “Cas-” he breathes out.“Yes, Dean. Oh, this is good.”And that’s it. Dean is fully erect in his pants and his lower brain is getting in charge.“Don’t rush it, Cas. Make it last. It will be better in the end.”“Alright, alright, Dean.” His breathing is labored, his voice even huskier than usual. Dean palms himself through his jeans.“Use your other hand to play with your balls,” Dean suggests mentally convincing himself he’s only doing this to help his friend enjoy his first masturbatory experience.He gets a long pleased hum as a response and can’t hold back anymore. He opens his zipper and whips his cock out.“Do you like it?” he asks because he needs to hear Castiel’s breathy voice again.“Yeah,” Cas downright moans. Dean throws his head back, jerking his cock frantically. “I see why people spend so much time doing this.” Dean chuckles. He takes his own advice and spits into his palm.“What was that?”Dean freezes with his wet hand on his cock. “I, ugh, it was-”“Dean, are you masturbating too?” There’s no shaming in his tone, just a surprise, and something Dean deciphers as fascination. He bites his lip and nods. Then he realizes Cas can’t see that.“Yeah.” It must be barely audible. The moan on the other end is loud, though.“Dean, did you get erect while talking to me about masturbating?” The way he says it makes Dean believe he actually enjoys the idea pretty much.“Yeah. It happens.” He admits and starts stroking himself slowly.“Did you… oh, did you imagine me doing it? Is that what got you hard?”Dean doesn’t reply. He can’t. The words are stuck in his throat. He can barely breathe. And he’s so hard it’s almost painful.“Because I do that, I… I imagine you and it… oh, Dean, it makes me harder I… Dean, my cock is leaking.” The last part is said with a bit of concern.“It’s okay, babe,” Dean hears himself saying like his own voice is coming from far away. “Keep going, Cas, keep going.”“Dean!” Cas moans and Dean has to bite his lip to the point of pain to avoid coming too soon. “Dean, say something. Say you are enjoying this too.”“Yeah, Cas, I like this. I like you coming from hearing my voice.”“Yes, I’m… Dean, I’m gonna…”“Let go, babe, come for me.”The sounds Cas makes and the mental image that paints of him spilling over his fingers, tip Dean over the edge.He shakes with the strength of the orgasm, gasping for breath, riding the waves of pleasure. He’s vaguely aware of the sounds he makes, but he has no capacity to care.Then there’s silence on both ends except for their heavy breaths rattling through the speakers.“Dean?”“I’m here,” he says dumbly.“It was wonderful, Dean, thank you.”“Yeah, uhm, Cas… I think we-” he trails off. He doesn’t have the strength to say it even though he knows he should. He should tell Cas they should forget about this, never talk about it, never let anything like that happen again.“I wish we could do that again,” Cas says very softly. Dean’s heart is aching. “I wish I could actually see you. I wish I could touch you like that, be touched by you like that.”“Cas,” Dean sighs squeezing his eyes shut.“I know it would require us becoming lovers and you make it clear you don’t want that-”The words are like a cold shower waking Dean up from the mushy dream he was floating in. “What? How did I make myself clear about that?”“You said it on many occasions that you are only sexually interested in women.”“I… um…”“And besides that, you made it clear you are not looking for a relationship.”“Look, Cas, I don’t know what exactly I have said, but… sometimes I say things, because-” he has to take a deep breath to gather courage. His voice is still unsteady when he continues. “Sometimes I say things that aren’t really true because I want to hide the truth because… because it-”“Because it makes you vulnerable?”“Yeah, Cas, that’s it.”“Dean, I wish you could let yourself be vulnerable around me. I wish you trusted me. I would never hurt you.”“I do,” Dean whispers after a pause.Castiel doesn’t say anything, Dean suspects he’s giving him space. He takes it gladly because he needs a moment to get himself together.His heart is still beating frantically and he feels lightheaded when he finally breaks the silence.“I want that too, Cas. I want to touch you. Hell, I’ve been dreaming about touching you for so long, I imagined how you’d sound when you-” he cuts himself off and hears a silent laugh on the other end. “I also want to be close to you. Emotionally. I mean… I think we are already, we just…”“We just didn’t let it exceed friendship.”Dean smiles at how perfectly Cas finishes his sentences. “Yeah. But I think by having phone sex we already took the step.”They both laugh at that. It’s small and soft and intimate.“So you want to… take me as your lover?”“Damn, Cas, why do you have to make it sound so weird?”“I’m sorry, Dean, why-”“But yeah, Cas, I want to be your boyfriend, partner, lover, whatever. I wanna be with you that way.”He can practically hear the smile in Castiel’s voice and it makes his heart melt.“I’m really looking forward to being done with this case so I can come home to you.”“Yeah, me too, Cas,” Dean grins.