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12 April 2010 @ 09:25 pm
fic, Supernatural: the nearness of you (Dean/Castiel), NC17  
Title: the nearness of you
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: some consensual d/s, some power play, orgasm denial
Words: 1826
Summary: He trusts Cas, has trusted him with his life, and after doing this steady relationship thing for six months and without the Apocalypse looming over them, he can fucking trust him when it comes to spice things up in bed.
Spoilers: general S5.
Disclaimer: SPN isn't mine, like it's news whatsoever.
A/N: originally written for zelda_zee for the five acts meme; the prompts were restraints, blow jobs and first times. This = definitely not the kind of porn I usually write but after this meme I can't say I don't do it.

“Dean, are you really sure about this?” Castiel asks for the hundredth time, and if Dean had any doubts about this possibly going wrong, he thinks he doesn’t have anymore.

When Cas is fretting so much even before they even try it? He can’t possibly be threatening. Not that Dean has found him threatening for a long time, but while he really wants to do this, he also doesn’t particularly trust his instincts and he knows that unpleasant reactions might happen.

But he trusts Cas, has trusted him with his life, and after doing this steady relationship thing for six months and without the Apocalypse looming over them, he can fucking trust him when it comes to spice things up in bed.

“Cas. Yes. I am. I want to do it. You said you wanted, too.”

“Very well, but if it gets too much…”

“I’ll stop you, fine, fine, I swear I will. Now, will you fucking tie me up already?”


It starts awkward, mostly because Cas leaves the restraints half-loose when he starts doing the knots first.

And Dean hadn’t really planned on this being half-way done, so he has to stop Cas and tell him to please, tie the knots tighter; he stopped the Devil from taking over the world, he can take a knot.

If he shivers slightly as Cas tightens the rope around his wrist to the bed so much that he couldn’t be possibly able to move, he doesn’t say anything.

He has thought about this too much to back off now. He has wondered how would it feel to finally let someone else completely in control by his own choice and without being forced to do it. He has wondered if it’d feel liberating to just lie there and not having to take a single decision. And now he wants to see it through.

As soon as Cas ties the last knot and turns his back on Dean to undress himself, though, he feels like his gut has been punched and almost calls it off. He can’t move, he can’t move an inch, not when even his feet are tied, legs spread even if not too much, and yeah, fuck, his head goes straight there. Right, it was a rack and not a bed much more comfortable than most he has slept on, but it doesn’t change anything. He’s unable to do anything, he’s at someone else’s mercy again and he can’t, he just can’t go through that again. He can’t, he can’t, he just –

Cas lets his shirt fall to the floor, keeping the trousers on; he turns to Dean then, and he doesn’t say a thing but his eyes are fixed on Dean’s and it’s such a sweet, calming, understanding look, even if it’s also downright lustful (and well, Dean is the only completely naked one here so yeah, well, even if he still feels kind of self-conscious when Cas looks at him like that he figures that his face when he looks at Cas naked can’t be all that different), that it makes him reconsider. Maybe they should try. If it keeps on being like this, he’ll just say no.

When Cas leans down over him and kisses him so hard that Dean’s cock suddenly twitches, he definitely reconsiders.


“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cas, just…”

“Not yet,” Cas whispers back sounding downright evil, and Dean is so over his head that he doesn’t even remember why he thought that this could be a bad idea before. For having lost his virginity less than a year ago, Cas sure as fuck can be inventive when left to his own devices. Dean can still feel how his fingers were moving inside him a minute ago, crooking at exactly all the right places, while the other hand was busy tormenting both of Dean’s nipples alternatively; and he had been so fucking close to coming just by that, then, that it had been pure torture when Cas had wrapped his hand around Dean’s cock strongly enough to deny the option.

For the moment.

He feels sweat trickling down his neck and face, and he wants to wipe it away, but he can’t because the restraints are keeping him pinned right where he is, and even if he thinks that his limbs might start to go numb it feels so good that he doesn’t even mind too much. Oh, he wishes he could give something back, since Cas has been the only one doing anything around here (and fuck, he might have never done that before, but when at some point before the fingering he stuck his tongue right inside Dean’s entrance and took his own sweet time there? Fuck, that had been mind-blowing. Well, it had been when Dean’s coherent trail of thoughts had more or less ended because he hasn’t been capable to hold on to much coherence since), but the few times he had tried to suggest it, he had been stopped by a long finger gently covering his lips, and that finger had been sticky with pre-come most of those few times. Actually, apart from kissing back, the only active thing Dean has done until now has been actually licking that finger clean once and the expression on Cas’ face was totally worth it, if you ask him.

Which doesn’t change that he really fucking is close.

“I… I’m…”

“I know you’re close. But I think you will like it more if you…” Cas answers back, his voice so low that it’s almost barely audible, as one of his fingers traces Dean’s rim over and over, “… wait out just a bit longer.”

Dean doesn’t know what Cas has in mind, but he’s okay with anything, really, as long as he –

Cas suddenly scoots back down on the bed (and the freak still has the trousers on, and there’s a dark patch on his groin, but he really would have been an alien if there wasn’t), smiles that half-smile at him and then lowers his head and takes Dean’s cock into his throat in a single, smooth motion.

Dean moans without restraint as he realizes that seemingly Cas has no problems whatsoever with deep throat, and then, Christ, then.

Cas’ left hand suddenly leaves Dean’s hip where it had been before and it stills himself on Dean’s thigh, the thumb rubbing circles, while the other reaches closer and starts stroking at his balls, and oh, fuck, Dean doesn’t think he can last much longer. Not when Cas’ tongue is flicking around his dick in a way that is nothing short of sinful, not when he’s taking him in so deep that Dean doesn’t want to know how he can even breathe, not when he’s sucking him off like it’s the most worthy task he was ever set upon completing successfully; but for some reason it doesn’t happen after thirty seconds as he had feared.

Instead, he jerks his hips up weakly, and not because he isn’t enthusiastic, but because he’s worn out, his skin is burning hot everywhere, he can’t feel his arms and he can’t find the force to do anything; and Cas just makes an obscene noise in the back of his throat as his head moves up and down and damn, Dean can see from the corner of an eye saliva and pre-come falling down from the corner of Cas’ mouth. It’s the fucking hottest thing he has ever laid eyes on, he thinks, and then Cas speeds up the pace and fuck, each of his nerves is on fire, all his muscles are taut and he’s shivering all over, and then Cas’ hand which was on his thigh runs along its entire length and it’s too much.

He doesn’t think he has ever come so hard in his life. It seems to last for a while and it’s hard, fast and such a relief that he can’t help the moans of pleasure leaving his mouth along with Cas’ name a couple of times, maybe, or more, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying or if he’s saying something intelligible, and he’s so far gone that he doesn’t even notice that Cas has swallowed it all.

Or well. Mostly. Because, he doesn’t know how much later, he regains enough coherence to feel something warm on his cock, and oh, fuck, Cas is actually licking him clean. Starting from there and then moving to the inside of his thighs and his stomach and everywhere else until he’s satisfied. Dean whimpers when Cas moves up on the bed and fully into his line of vision. His mouth is sticky, one can see it from a mile away, and when he leans down and places his thumb on Dean’s lower lip, Dean doesn’t hesitate much and opens his mouth. He kisses his own fucking come off Cas’ tongue and damn, if he hadn’t come so hard a minute ago he would totally get bothered again. But he doesn’t because he’s human, after all, and as soon as Cas’ lips leave his, he tries to find enough coherence for speech.

“Cas? Don’t you…?”

Cas actually blushes.

“I believe it will not be necessary,” he says, not really looking Dean in the eyes, and Dean’s eyes suddenly widen.

“You… but both your hands were on me, you didn’t even…”

“No, I didn’t.”

“But you…”

“Yes,” Cas says, half shrugging, and Dean thinks that this is the time he seriously passes out. And then Cas is gone and he feels the knots on his feet falling loose and hands massaging his calves; the same happens a bit later with his wrists, and he can’t help moaning in satisfaction. He doesn’t think that he even cares that they’re both filthy and that since Cas decided to stay here he doesn’t have angel mojo anymore, which means that they’ll be kind of uncomfortable in the morning. He doesn’t really care. Or at least, he thinks about it for a second, but then Cas ditches his trousers on the floor and wraps an arm around him and Dean can’t do anything except stay where he is. He’ll think about the rest tomorrow morning.

“Woah,” he mutters, realizing that since Castiel started staring at him at the beginning he hasn’t thought about Hell once and he got the best fucking orgasm of his entire life, “I think we should do this again. Sometime.”

“So it was… alright?”

“Dude, saying fine means underestimating you,” Dean mutters, and he can’t help noticing that Cas looks pretty pleased with himself.

“Good… good to know,” Cas says before curling up closer and bring a hand to Dean’s hair. “Because I believe I would like it to do it, again, too. Possibly controlling my reactions more.”

“Yeah, that’d be a way to look at it,” Dean agrees. If next time he also gets to bring Cas off himself at the end? He totally can’t wait for it.

feeling: soresore
on rotation: the time of your life - little steven & bon jovi
hiddenfacade: castielhiddenfacade on May 12th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC)
Very, very hot.
the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural castiel profieljanie_tangerine on May 13th, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
Eee, glad you thought so, thank you! :D
Passive Aggressive Heterophobejuanitatequila on May 12th, 2010 11:56 pm (UTC)
the female ghost of tom joad: porn!janie_tangerine on May 13th, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
Ee, thank you so much! :D
Delusions of a TV Addictsqueemonster on May 13th, 2010 01:59 am (UTC)
Jaysus, that was hot. *fans self*

the female ghost of tom joad: supernatural castieljanie_tangerine on May 13th, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
*hands fan* Thank you so very much, glad you liked it! :D