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annundrielYou Make Bath Time Lots of Fun
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1000
No spoilers.
Cas discovers bubble baths.
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spacefragments. This is an expansion of her original drabble request here. Many thanks to ginnith for helping a girl out. <3 Title from Seasame Street, Ernie's "Rubber Ducky" song. Yes, I am mining children's television for porn titles now.
It’s Sam’s fault that Cas discovers all bath products are not created equal, Dean’s sure. Only Sam would bring something other than the necessities, the already-provided tiny bottles of shampoo and slivers of soap.
The rest of it? Totally Dean’s own fault.
Dean frowns at the bubbles surrounding them, and wonders how he got here. They’re going to end up smelling like flowers or bubblegum or something equally chick-like and that is just embarrassing, an affront to his masculinity, an—
Cas grins at him across mountains of suds from the tub’s opposite end, nose crinkling. His hair is wet and tousled, a clump of white bubbles clinging just above his left ear. His skin is clean and shining, completely touchable, and Dean gets distracted by the way the water splashes against Cas’ chest. Every now and then, he catches sight of a nipple when water and bubbles allow him a peek. Yet another reason to hate them, obscuring his view.
That’s fixed easily enough.
Dean grins back and reaches for Cas with fingers starting to prune, runs them over the peak of one of Cas’ knees rising up out of the foam before shifting further. His fingertips brush one of Cas’ nipples, and Cas ducks his head to watch, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Dean’s masculinity can handle it if this is his reward, Cas wet and slick and smiling, feet on either side of Dean’s hips.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Cas asks, looking up at him. He looks amused and bright, like he knows Dean’s not entirely happy to be soaking in some frou-frou bath water.
“I could be enjoying myself more.” Dean leers at him, appreciating the way Cas’ skin pinks up even more in the warm bathroom air. “Like, I don’t know, in a bed maybe.”
Cas shifts against the end of the tub, wet skin squeaking against porcelain. “I think you underestimate the situation, Dean,” he says, and that’s his smug look, that’s his actual smug I know something you don’t know and it will seriously fuck with your shit look.
“Oh?” Dean says, smirking. “Do I?”
Hands finding shaky purchase on the sides of the tub, Cas maneuvers himself forward, thighs settling over Dean’s until Cas is practically in his lap. Dean scoots forward some, making room for Cas’ legs behind him. It’s awkward and a little uncomfortable, too many limbs in too small a space, but somehow Cas makes it work, determined. Water sloshes around them, threatening to cascade over the edges.
“Yes,” Cas says, once he’s completely in Dean’s space. “You do.”
Dean has enough time to think oh and shit before Cas is on him, mouth demanding, pushing himself against Dean in the center of the tub, legs wrapped around Dean’s hips, hands pressed against Dean’s shoulders, cock pressed against Dean’s cock.
Hands sliding down Cas’ back, they slip under water to Cas’ ass, hitching Cas as close as he can in their position.
Dean groans. “Cas,” he manages, forehead heavy against Cas’. “This isn’t—Maybe we should—Oh, fuck.”
Cas presses his lips to the corner of Dean’s mouth and twists his hand on Dean’s cock again, grip firm. “We should what, Dean?” he asks. There’s a bite to that voice, Dean can hear it.
“This,” Dean pants, one hand leaving Cas’ ass to wrap around Cas’ cock instead. “We should definitely do this.”
Dean kisses Cas again, slick and dirty, gets lost there for a while; Cas’ cock hard in his hand, Cas’ hand perfect around his cock. He fucks into Cas’ mouth, making wordless promises for later, before pulling away, mouthing along Cas’ cheek and down his jaw, stubble rasping against stubble. He nips and sucks, Cas panting in his ear. When Dean looks down, he can see their hands working just below the surface, alternately visible and obscured by islands of bubbles floating past.
The only sounds Dean can hear are the splashing of water keeping time when their panting breaths do not, stuttering words against each other’s lips in the humid air of the bathroom. Cradled in the middle of the tub, Cas presses his lips to Dean’s skin, searching. Dean meets him halfway, their mouths fitting together easily.
All it takes is the right movement at the right time, fingers and palm, grip and pace, and Dean’s coming with a jerk of his hips and Cas’ name on his tongue. The sound doesn’t go far, though, Cas right there to catch it as he tumbles after.
Cas moves away first, pressing a kiss against the curve of Dean’s neck where he’d tucked his face after, and sighs, something Dean feels more than hears, the muscles in Cas’ back shifting beneath Dean’s hand. Cas blinks at him, looks warm and content and easy, then pulls himself up until he’s standing, eyes searching the room for a towel. Dean takes the opportunity to appreciate the view, water sliding off of Cas’ skin, remnants of bubbles clinging here and there. It’s an appealing sight.
And if Dean moves forward just a little, he can nuzzle at Cas’ spent cock, catch drops of water against his tongue. Kiss and suck until Cas’ skin stops tasting like bubble bath and soap and starts tasting like Cas again.
A hand brushes against the side of Dean’s head, fingers sliding over and behind his ear, tilting his face upward. “Dean,” Cas says, voice fond and mouth slightly smirking, like he knows what Dean’s been thinking. “I know you do not particularly…care for this form of bathing. Thank you for indulging my curiosity.”
Knock to his masculinity aside, Dean will say this much for the bath: there’s not much clean-up. If you don’t count the water that’s ended up on the floor.
Dean tilts his head, putting some weight against the palm of Cas’ hand and smiles. He shouldn’t say it; he really shouldn’t say it—maybe the bubbles destroyed a few brain cells; maybe it’s the orgasm talking—but he does. “Any time.”
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1000
No spoilers.
Cas discovers bubble baths.
For
spacefragments. This is an expansion of her original drabble request here. Many thanks to ginnith for helping a girl out. <3 Title from Seasame Street, Ernie's "Rubber Ducky" song. Yes, I am mining children's television for porn titles now.It’s Sam’s fault that Cas discovers all bath products are not created equal, Dean’s sure. Only Sam would bring something other than the necessities, the already-provided tiny bottles of shampoo and slivers of soap.
The rest of it? Totally Dean’s own fault.
Dean frowns at the bubbles surrounding them, and wonders how he got here. They’re going to end up smelling like flowers or bubblegum or something equally chick-like and that is just embarrassing, an affront to his masculinity, an—
Cas grins at him across mountains of suds from the tub’s opposite end, nose crinkling. His hair is wet and tousled, a clump of white bubbles clinging just above his left ear. His skin is clean and shining, completely touchable, and Dean gets distracted by the way the water splashes against Cas’ chest. Every now and then, he catches sight of a nipple when water and bubbles allow him a peek. Yet another reason to hate them, obscuring his view.
That’s fixed easily enough.
Dean grins back and reaches for Cas with fingers starting to prune, runs them over the peak of one of Cas’ knees rising up out of the foam before shifting further. His fingertips brush one of Cas’ nipples, and Cas ducks his head to watch, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Dean’s masculinity can handle it if this is his reward, Cas wet and slick and smiling, feet on either side of Dean’s hips.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Cas asks, looking up at him. He looks amused and bright, like he knows Dean’s not entirely happy to be soaking in some frou-frou bath water.
“I could be enjoying myself more.” Dean leers at him, appreciating the way Cas’ skin pinks up even more in the warm bathroom air. “Like, I don’t know, in a bed maybe.”
Cas shifts against the end of the tub, wet skin squeaking against porcelain. “I think you underestimate the situation, Dean,” he says, and that’s his smug look, that’s his actual smug I know something you don’t know and it will seriously fuck with your shit look.
“Oh?” Dean says, smirking. “Do I?”
Hands finding shaky purchase on the sides of the tub, Cas maneuvers himself forward, thighs settling over Dean’s until Cas is practically in his lap. Dean scoots forward some, making room for Cas’ legs behind him. It’s awkward and a little uncomfortable, too many limbs in too small a space, but somehow Cas makes it work, determined. Water sloshes around them, threatening to cascade over the edges.
“Yes,” Cas says, once he’s completely in Dean’s space. “You do.”
Dean has enough time to think oh and shit before Cas is on him, mouth demanding, pushing himself against Dean in the center of the tub, legs wrapped around Dean’s hips, hands pressed against Dean’s shoulders, cock pressed against Dean’s cock.
Hands sliding down Cas’ back, they slip under water to Cas’ ass, hitching Cas as close as he can in their position.
Dean groans. “Cas,” he manages, forehead heavy against Cas’. “This isn’t—Maybe we should—Oh, fuck.”
Cas presses his lips to the corner of Dean’s mouth and twists his hand on Dean’s cock again, grip firm. “We should what, Dean?” he asks. There’s a bite to that voice, Dean can hear it.
“This,” Dean pants, one hand leaving Cas’ ass to wrap around Cas’ cock instead. “We should definitely do this.”
Dean kisses Cas again, slick and dirty, gets lost there for a while; Cas’ cock hard in his hand, Cas’ hand perfect around his cock. He fucks into Cas’ mouth, making wordless promises for later, before pulling away, mouthing along Cas’ cheek and down his jaw, stubble rasping against stubble. He nips and sucks, Cas panting in his ear. When Dean looks down, he can see their hands working just below the surface, alternately visible and obscured by islands of bubbles floating past.
The only sounds Dean can hear are the splashing of water keeping time when their panting breaths do not, stuttering words against each other’s lips in the humid air of the bathroom. Cradled in the middle of the tub, Cas presses his lips to Dean’s skin, searching. Dean meets him halfway, their mouths fitting together easily.
All it takes is the right movement at the right time, fingers and palm, grip and pace, and Dean’s coming with a jerk of his hips and Cas’ name on his tongue. The sound doesn’t go far, though, Cas right there to catch it as he tumbles after.
Cas moves away first, pressing a kiss against the curve of Dean’s neck where he’d tucked his face after, and sighs, something Dean feels more than hears, the muscles in Cas’ back shifting beneath Dean’s hand. Cas blinks at him, looks warm and content and easy, then pulls himself up until he’s standing, eyes searching the room for a towel. Dean takes the opportunity to appreciate the view, water sliding off of Cas’ skin, remnants of bubbles clinging here and there. It’s an appealing sight.
And if Dean moves forward just a little, he can nuzzle at Cas’ spent cock, catch drops of water against his tongue. Kiss and suck until Cas’ skin stops tasting like bubble bath and soap and starts tasting like Cas again.
A hand brushes against the side of Dean’s head, fingers sliding over and behind his ear, tilting his face upward. “Dean,” Cas says, voice fond and mouth slightly smirking, like he knows what Dean’s been thinking. “I know you do not particularly…care for this form of bathing. Thank you for indulging my curiosity.”
Knock to his masculinity aside, Dean will say this much for the bath: there’s not much clean-up. If you don’t count the water that’s ended up on the floor.
Dean tilts his head, putting some weight against the palm of Cas’ hand and smiles. He shouldn’t say it; he really shouldn’t say it—maybe the bubbles destroyed a few brain cells; maybe it’s the orgasm talking—but he does. “Any time.”
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Date: 2010-03-29 08:08 pm (UTC)PS: I'm SO taking a bubble bath tonight.
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Date: 2010-03-29 08:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-29 09:06 pm (UTC)This was so incredibly hot. LOVED the image of Cas standing up in the bath, and Dean warming up to the whole bubble bath thing, and Cas being all sneaky. Sneaky!Cas is one of my favorites. :) Thanks for brightening my evening!
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Date: 2010-03-30 05:46 am (UTC)Sexiest bubble bath ever!!! methinks i need a shower now.. XDD
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:15 am (UTC)Heeee. :)
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:16 am (UTC)I'M JUST SO IN AWE BY THE END OF IT, I JUST START GOING NO NO NO...MOARR~~~!!!
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:56 am (UTC)Perfect thing to wake up to!
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Date: 2010-03-30 07:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-30 09:50 am (UTC)I always click to read your fics but I don't think I've ever commented before. Hi! I love all your Dean/Cas fics.
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Date: 2010-03-30 01:55 pm (UTC)LOL! Bath time was never this much fun. The things Dean will do for Cas.
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Date: 2010-03-30 03:37 pm (UTC)And then I'm gonna go take a cold, cold shower.
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Date: 2010-03-30 03:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-31 05:05 pm (UTC)ps. i also may possibly have a little something for you! er, just wait a couple minutes...
EDIT: here!! http://spacefragments.livejournal.com/248267.html :D
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Date: 2010-03-31 06:04 pm (UTC)You should take more bubble baths with him, Dean. Really you should. XD
Thanks for this!
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Date: 2010-04-01 04:32 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it! :D