Zat’s Campfire

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Dean shifted and looked up at Cas with dubiousness in his eyes, ‘That’ll never fit,’ he said.

Cas rolled his eyes and sighed. “We have an industrial sized bottle of lubricant. We can make it fit.”

Dean frowned. “Where is it? I don’t know where you put it.”

Castiel gave Dean a long-suffering look. “You were the one who packed it.”

“You were the one distracting me with your pretty little ass while I was packing,” said Dean, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

“Please don’t make the pun you’re considering about ‘packing’ Dean,” Castiel interrupted as Dean opened his mouth again. “Now, about my ‘pretty little ass’ - what are we going to do without the lube?”

Dean looked around the room, his eyes landed on the WD-40 he kept for the car. He looked over at Cas and smirked.

Cas narrowed his eyes in a dangerous glare. “Don’t even think about it, Winchester. Find something that won’t give either of us chemical burns.”

Dean thought for a moment, and then snapped his fingers. “There’s…” He dug around in his duffle and then held up a travel size packet. Waggling his eyebrows at Cas, he said, “Boy scout. That’s me, always prepared.”

“I sincerely hope you are…” Castiel lowered his eyes so he could peer at Dean through his lashes, “prepared.”

Dean took a moment to take in the man laid out for him beneath his eyes; his pale, flushed skin and skinny form, before he could fumble with the little package and tear it open.

…unfortunately, Dean’s eagerness translated into clumsiness, and his attempt to seductively tear open the packet of lube with his teeth resulted in a disgusting film of water-based slick over his teeth and not on the rosy pink entrance to Castiel’s love-cave of pleasure where he had intended it to go.

Most of it ended up in his mouth, so, after hesitating for a minute Dean spit the liquid into his hand. When Cas made a face he shrugged, “It’s better than what they had in Brokeback Mountain,” he said, “now roll over sugar-buns.”

“Yes, the difference here being that I’m not a sexually-confused cowboy.” Cas sat up and climbed into Dean’s lap with a smirk. “I might ride you like one, though.”

Dean sucked in a breath, because damn that sounded fantastic. Cas was propped up on his knees, hovering over Dean’s dick, which was definitely paying attention to the proceedings. Dean leaned in for a kiss at the same time that he pressed his index finger against Cas’s hole.

Thier lips met, a brush of soft, plump flesh. Castiel decided to try something, Dean was always telling him to be more adventurous.

He pressed himself against Dean, chest against chest, trapping Dean’s raging erection between them, and bit at Dean’s lip, tearing out a little bit of skin in the process.

The sweat poured from his pores, slicking every place that their overheated skin touched and the coppery taste of Dean’s blood on his tongue sent Castiel into the fiery throes of passion. He rocked himself back against Dean’s finger, causing the wet, firm digit to stab through his hot hole as his sapphire-blue eyes blew black from overwhelming lust for the green-eyed man pressed against him.

Dean threw his head back and gasped, bucking his hips up to get more friction. He almost dislodged Cas with the force of his hero-penis.

“Dean-san!” Cas cried out, eyelashes fluttering as the hunter penetrated his tight ring of muscle. Dean thrusted up into the angle like a NASA space shuttle launching into space.

It was too much, too intense, the tightness, the feel of the angel above him, riding him. Dean was getting lost in the glorious feel of the angel’s ass around him. “Cas, I’m gonna…”

Castiel brought his hand up to cup Dean’s jaw. They looked deeply into each others’ eyes and it was like the world stopped; everything froze, except for Dean’s pistoning hips, parking his man-meat snugly over and over. “No,” Castiel said fiercely, eyes cracking, we’re doing this together! He could feel his own impending release. There was no time to warn Dean, however.

“Baby, so, so tight, so delicious,” Dean gasped, unaware of the heat building at light speed inside his angel. He thrust up a few more times, commanding his manhood to hold his release, when all of a sudden a sound like thunder burst through the room, making the ceiling and walls shake with its sheer force.

Creamy threads of thick release pumped up and over Dean’s chest, erupting from the turgid member protruding from Castiel’s loins, spraying upwards in warm drops of salt over Dean’s eyelashes and lips. The lights flickered, casting a halo of sparks highlighting the green-eyed hunter’s closely-cropped blonde locks, making a crown of gold tinged with the sweat of their exertions. The sound BOOMed against the walls, rattling the windows, alerting the hunter’s oversized brother in the next room to the thunderous climax hurtling upwards from the proximity of his brother’s throbbing prostate.

Sam’s laptop slid with a crash to the floor. As the thundering faded he heard the dulcet tones of Dean’s voice crying out from the other room: “GODDAMNIT CAS MY EYE!” Through the wall, a light began to shine purple and gold. The wallpaper curled and unfurled like the wings of so many dying butterflies. And what could only be described as a laser beam shot through the wood and into the room, singeing off locks of Sam’s hair.

Cas blinked the bluest blues that ever blued up at Dean, who was sobbing in an awkward combination of pain and denied release. The angle was heartbeats away from opening those bruised, cocksucking lips and demanding that Dean hurry up and get off already when the car door flew open. Sam stood just outside the Impala, glaring. “Look at your life, look at your choices,” he hissed before flipping his hair and tossing the end of his scarf over his shoulder and stomping away.

Dean rested his head on Cas’s neck, his tears so copious that they flooded down the front of the angel’s chest. His body was wracked with sobs as he shuddered underneath Cas. Cas felt his own eyes fill with tears. He shifted slowly on top of his hunter, pressing down on his freckled shoulders. One perfect tear rolled down Cas’s cheek as he brought Dean to completion.

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- Love

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