#sailingcas

"It sounds fine," Dean said with a wicked grin, using his rag to wipe the sweat glistening on his brow. "But I’d suggest keeping it overnight."

Castiel scuffed at that, leather jacket sliding off his shoulders to toss the article on a spare chair. “I want to talk to Bobbie then,” he answer in response with that voice sending Dean’s bottom lip to fall into his mouth in mild shutter. 

"Well you could…if he was here. Why don’t you trust my advice Cas," he was obviously flirting right? Dean’s bright eyes, flickered over the smallest sight of flesh along the smooth skin of Cas’ lower back when the man tossed himself down next to the bike to look at the problem himself. Dean sighed. Knowing the man couldn’t be this socially unaware. 

"Cas—" he said wrapping his fingers around the tight black jeans on his calf and pulled the man away from the bike causing a small moan in protest, and even better a frustrated huff. Dean just shook his head, depositing his entire body into the man’s lap and tugged him upward in a deep crunch to seal their mouths together. Cas pulled away a hair before Dean could deepen it, breaths coming in haggard that sent Dean’s mouth to his pulse point to worry a mark into his skin.

"Just don’t think," Dean coaxed, sliding his hands under the grayed t-shirt until Cas hissed from his fingers along his ribs, hips moving upward a fraction that fueled Dean’s want further. "I want you Cas…come on. No one is here. And I did lie about the bike. It’s fine…just let me make it up to you." He sounded horribly needy, but it spurred the still stunned gorgeous eyed man into more action. Hands gripped his chin harshly molding his mouth to his, their lips parting open until all Dean could taste was Cas. Hands tugged at their shirts, the movement forcing Dean to grind downward to keep his balance making Cas release his tongue to moan deliciously against his exposed chest. Dean liked this too much. The dirty act on the machine shop floor, balanced on a cart that kept sending them into controllable motions. But Cas had better ideas. 

"Up now," he tugged his arm around Dean’s waist, urging him upward that Dean complied with willingly letting the man slam his back into the Impala parked next to the bike to shamelessly rut their hardened bulges caught in their pants together in a long, drawn out pull of fabric and friction. "Ah fuck Cas," Dean panted in his mouth, Cas unrelenting now with his attack to his lips. Drawing them open, only to swallow him completely leaving him breathless and jaw aching from the depth of their one connection. It made him want Cas inside him now. 

Dean unbuckled his belt, fingers skillfully shredding the article all while pulling Cas closer with his free hand to slide his palm down the front of his pants. Cas groaned in his mouth, and Dean urged the article down until the silky smooth texture of his erection filled his entire hand. Cas rutted against his calloused palm, mouth bruising his collarbone, and letting Dean handle him for a few good pulls before he spun the man around and pressed his entirely exposed form against the swell of Dean’s ass. - Dean almost came there. 

"Cas.." he panted, the blue eyed man pushing down his pants in one strong tug. Forcing Dean’s dick to press into the chilled metal of the Impala, quickly jutting his body backwards in a motion Cas took advantage of by sliding his dick just between his cheeks. "Lube back pocket…"

Now impatient fingers dug into the clothing, Cas’ precome allowing a taunting slide of flesh to catch the head along his ring. He groaned, pushing needy back enough to feel the pressure he wanted which only caused Cas to use his forearm to pin his shoulders over the hood. 

"Let me touch you," the command came out in a deep gravely voice that sent a shiver down his spine, and just then a slide of two fingers moved easily inside him. The invasion was wanted too terribly, Cas groaned into his shoulder blade from the ease of entry. "You are insufferable," Cas said opening him more than Dean cared for but was distracted regardless when those digits grazed a spot that sent his legs shaking. 

"Just fuck me Cas please, I’ve wanted you all day," he gritted his teeth around a grin, that fell as a wiry smile on Cas’ round face that warmed Dean’s cheeks at the tenderness of the moment no matter the harsh language he had just used. Cas brought his mouth forward, swallowing up Dean’s words, and released his working fingers to instead wrap around his aching dick. Sliding his leg up to hook it into the opened window Dean took one breath to relax his body before Cas slid forward. Slowly filling him in a way that forced a pained, heated noise only few ever heard. His heartbeat hammered his chest, Cas wrapping his long arms around his center to slide him further back, until he was seating fully. Words and bodies stilled for multiple breaths before Cas pulled back and slammed forward. Over and over, curving Dean’s back just right to cause the man to scream out in the shop. Dean’s hand wrapped to cup his own erection, tugging and rolling his sack until Cas pulled him back to bring their mouths together again. Dean couldn’t handle so much stimulation, lost for movement less the intrusions he desperately swallowed as Cas groaned into a bite to his bottom lip and came hard. Noise cut off from the punched reaction to Cas gripping his hips in his own lost desperate pleasure. Dean tugged himself twice more and lost it with him, knees buckling until his leg crashed to the floor, and the pair nearly toppled to the ground.