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annundrielHappy Helping Hands
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1100
No spoilers.
Dean gives Cas a hand.
I spent an hour in a waiting room listening to contemporary Christian music today. I wrote most of this fic there in retaliation. I had to retain my sanity somehow. Christian music is all well and good, but it's just not my particular cup of tea.
Three porn-tastic fics posted in four days. Do I need an intervention?
Thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
olivelavonne, for the reassurance.
Unlocking the door to the motel room, Dean steps in and shuts it behind him. He turns, only to find Cas already there on his knees. His back is toward Dean, shoulders hunched, and Dean’s first thought is that Cas is praying or seeking revelation or whatever it is exiled angels do. Then he hears a moan and thinks, Shit, what now?
Dean takes one step forward, two, before he notices the telltale movement of Cas’ arm and, holy fucking shit, Cas is masturbating. He is fucking jerking off fully clothed right there in Dean’s room, one hand gripping the corner of Dean’s bed and, as Dean can see once he gets closer, one hand wrapped around his cock.
Eyes squeezed shut, Cas mouths something Dean can’t quite make out before catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s breathing sharply through his nose, harsh breaths in and out joining the sound of skin on skin, and suddenly Dean is very aware of every inch of his own skin, his dick hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He can smell sweat and sex and Cas and all he wants, all he really wants, is to get his hand on Cas’ cock. His mouth, too. He wants to push Cas’ hand out of the way and take over for him.
A sound escapes his throat—hungry and needy and wanting—and Cas’ eyes snap open. They’re on him like that, like a spotlight in the dark, focused and intense even through the lust clouding them.
“Dean.” Cas’ voice trembles. He sounds totally wrecked, ruined. Uncertain, dealing with something new and surprising for as old and experienced as Cas is.
Dean can’t refuse the unvoiced plea, not with the way Cas is looking at him, the way Cas licks his bitten lips and strokes his cock. Not with the way Dean’s palms itch to touch and take and have.
“Yeah,” Dean says, dropping to his knees in front of Cas. His voice is rough and he swallows, licks his lips. “Yeah, I got you.”
Cas’ cock is hot in his hand, hard beneath smooth skin. Cas sucks in a breath as their fingers bump and tangle. Dean’s grip is off, but Castiel doesn’t seem to care. Head bent forward, Cas is watching their hands—of course he is—work toward getting him off.
Dean knows he can do better, though, knows that he can make this better if he just…
He lets go, and Cas groans and looks up at him with eyes wide and desperate. “Dean,” he says. “Dean, what—”
Dean licks his palm, one long move from the ball of his hand to his fingers, and Cas goes silent. Dean doesn’t say anything either, just takes Cas back in hand. “Let me do this.”
Cas’ own hand goes still, but stays wrapped around the base, and Dean takes over as Cas pants against him, breath moving in hot gusts across his face. There’s a flush across Cas’ cheeks, down his neck, and Dean wants to strip Cas bare, push the coat from his shoulders and pull the tie from his neck. See if he can follow that flush with his tongue all the way to the cock in his hand.
He bets he can.
It’s a bet he’ll win either way.
Dean works his hand on Cas’ cock, slides his palm over the head and watches Cas react, bottom lip drawn between teeth again before Cas’ mouth drops open, slick and pink and all the invitation Dean needs.
Cas jerks against him, his free hand coming up to grip Dean’s shoulder when Dean leans forward until they’re mouth to mouth, his tongue slipping between Cas’ lips.
He kisses Cas for all he’s worth. It’s messy and terrifying and feels like a headlong tumble in the dark. But then Cas gasps against his mouth, gripping Dean’s shoulder tight enough to leave him with a hand-shaped bruise to match the mark Cas already left, and Dean can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Pulling back, Dean watches Cas come, watches Cas shudder on his knees at the foot of the bed, come getting on Dean’s hand, the front of his shirt. Cas’ eyes are shut and his mouth is open, his skin is pink and his mouth is bruised; it’s the single hottest fucking thing Dean has ever seen and he can’t bring himself to look away, can’t even let go long enough to get his own cock out, so he presses the heel of his hand against the front of his jeans and comes like he’s a teenager again, overeager and desperate.
Cas’ eyes are on him already when Dean opens his own again.
“Thank you,” Cas says, voice strained. “I didn’t—That was—Unexpected.”
Dean frowns and pulls his hand away, sticky and covered with come. He wipes it on his shirt—already a lost cause—and thinks he feels offended.
Cas reads him like a book. “I meant the reaction,” Cas explains. “My…body’s reaction. The lines between its existence and my own are…blurring. Things have been—”
“Coming up?”
Licking his lips, Cas looks down at his spent dick. “You could say that.”
“Well,” Dean says, feeling strangely awkward and disappointed. “I’m happy to help.” He moves to stand up, but Cas stops him with a hand on his arm.
“Dean, I…” Cas starts, but then seems to come up short, forehead creasing.
Dean sighs, trying to ignore surge of something like expectation, like hope in his chest. Like maybe he’ll get to find out how Cas fits against him between the sheets. “Yeah?”
The only warning Dean gets is the way Cas’ skin smoothes out between his brows, the way his face becomes determined, and then Cas’ mouth is back on his. It’s a little too hard at first, distance misjudged, but when Dean moves his head to the side, opens his mouth and softens his lips, Cas follows his lead and it becomes just about perfect.
Dean’s heart is tripping around his chest by the time Cas pulls away.
“Thank you,” Cas repeats.
Dean feels light headed. “Don’t mention it.”
Cas’ eyes drop down Dean’s chest, taking in the state of his shirt. “You should change.”
Glancing down, Dean grins. “You trying to get me naked?”
The corners of Cas’ mouth tip upward. “Perhaps.”
Dean laughs and slides a hand against Cas’ cheek, his fingers tangling in the hair behind Cas’ ear. He pulls Cas forward and kisses that smile. “Yeah,” he says, lips brushing Cas’. “That works for me.”
Dean/Castiel
NC-17
1100
No spoilers.
Dean gives Cas a hand.
I spent an hour in a waiting room listening to contemporary Christian music today. I wrote most of this fic there in retaliation. I had to retain my sanity somehow. Christian music is all well and good, but it's just not my particular cup of tea.
Three porn-tastic fics posted in four days. Do I need an intervention?
Thank you,
olivelavonne, for the reassurance.Unlocking the door to the motel room, Dean steps in and shuts it behind him. He turns, only to find Cas already there on his knees. His back is toward Dean, shoulders hunched, and Dean’s first thought is that Cas is praying or seeking revelation or whatever it is exiled angels do. Then he hears a moan and thinks, Shit, what now?
Dean takes one step forward, two, before he notices the telltale movement of Cas’ arm and, holy fucking shit, Cas is masturbating. He is fucking jerking off fully clothed right there in Dean’s room, one hand gripping the corner of Dean’s bed and, as Dean can see once he gets closer, one hand wrapped around his cock.
Eyes squeezed shut, Cas mouths something Dean can’t quite make out before catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s breathing sharply through his nose, harsh breaths in and out joining the sound of skin on skin, and suddenly Dean is very aware of every inch of his own skin, his dick hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He can smell sweat and sex and Cas and all he wants, all he really wants, is to get his hand on Cas’ cock. His mouth, too. He wants to push Cas’ hand out of the way and take over for him.
A sound escapes his throat—hungry and needy and wanting—and Cas’ eyes snap open. They’re on him like that, like a spotlight in the dark, focused and intense even through the lust clouding them.
“Dean.” Cas’ voice trembles. He sounds totally wrecked, ruined. Uncertain, dealing with something new and surprising for as old and experienced as Cas is.
Dean can’t refuse the unvoiced plea, not with the way Cas is looking at him, the way Cas licks his bitten lips and strokes his cock. Not with the way Dean’s palms itch to touch and take and have.
“Yeah,” Dean says, dropping to his knees in front of Cas. His voice is rough and he swallows, licks his lips. “Yeah, I got you.”
Cas’ cock is hot in his hand, hard beneath smooth skin. Cas sucks in a breath as their fingers bump and tangle. Dean’s grip is off, but Castiel doesn’t seem to care. Head bent forward, Cas is watching their hands—of course he is—work toward getting him off.
Dean knows he can do better, though, knows that he can make this better if he just…
He lets go, and Cas groans and looks up at him with eyes wide and desperate. “Dean,” he says. “Dean, what—”
Dean licks his palm, one long move from the ball of his hand to his fingers, and Cas goes silent. Dean doesn’t say anything either, just takes Cas back in hand. “Let me do this.”
Cas’ own hand goes still, but stays wrapped around the base, and Dean takes over as Cas pants against him, breath moving in hot gusts across his face. There’s a flush across Cas’ cheeks, down his neck, and Dean wants to strip Cas bare, push the coat from his shoulders and pull the tie from his neck. See if he can follow that flush with his tongue all the way to the cock in his hand.
He bets he can.
It’s a bet he’ll win either way.
Dean works his hand on Cas’ cock, slides his palm over the head and watches Cas react, bottom lip drawn between teeth again before Cas’ mouth drops open, slick and pink and all the invitation Dean needs.
Cas jerks against him, his free hand coming up to grip Dean’s shoulder when Dean leans forward until they’re mouth to mouth, his tongue slipping between Cas’ lips.
He kisses Cas for all he’s worth. It’s messy and terrifying and feels like a headlong tumble in the dark. But then Cas gasps against his mouth, gripping Dean’s shoulder tight enough to leave him with a hand-shaped bruise to match the mark Cas already left, and Dean can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Pulling back, Dean watches Cas come, watches Cas shudder on his knees at the foot of the bed, come getting on Dean’s hand, the front of his shirt. Cas’ eyes are shut and his mouth is open, his skin is pink and his mouth is bruised; it’s the single hottest fucking thing Dean has ever seen and he can’t bring himself to look away, can’t even let go long enough to get his own cock out, so he presses the heel of his hand against the front of his jeans and comes like he’s a teenager again, overeager and desperate.
Cas’ eyes are on him already when Dean opens his own again.
“Thank you,” Cas says, voice strained. “I didn’t—That was—Unexpected.”
Dean frowns and pulls his hand away, sticky and covered with come. He wipes it on his shirt—already a lost cause—and thinks he feels offended.
Cas reads him like a book. “I meant the reaction,” Cas explains. “My…body’s reaction. The lines between its existence and my own are…blurring. Things have been—”
“Coming up?”
Licking his lips, Cas looks down at his spent dick. “You could say that.”
“Well,” Dean says, feeling strangely awkward and disappointed. “I’m happy to help.” He moves to stand up, but Cas stops him with a hand on his arm.
“Dean, I…” Cas starts, but then seems to come up short, forehead creasing.
Dean sighs, trying to ignore surge of something like expectation, like hope in his chest. Like maybe he’ll get to find out how Cas fits against him between the sheets. “Yeah?”
The only warning Dean gets is the way Cas’ skin smoothes out between his brows, the way his face becomes determined, and then Cas’ mouth is back on his. It’s a little too hard at first, distance misjudged, but when Dean moves his head to the side, opens his mouth and softens his lips, Cas follows his lead and it becomes just about perfect.
Dean’s heart is tripping around his chest by the time Cas pulls away.
“Thank you,” Cas repeats.
Dean feels light headed. “Don’t mention it.”
Cas’ eyes drop down Dean’s chest, taking in the state of his shirt. “You should change.”
Glancing down, Dean grins. “You trying to get me naked?”
The corners of Cas’ mouth tip upward. “Perhaps.”
Dean laughs and slides a hand against Cas’ cheek, his fingers tangling in the hair behind Cas’ ear. He pulls Cas forward and kisses that smile. “Yeah,” he says, lips brushing Cas’. “That works for me.”
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:02 am (UTC)Dean/Cas melted brain > exam-fried brain. Thank you for sharing :3
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 03:11 am (UTC)the image of cas wanking is so hot to me, idek XD(edited cause apparently my ability to type goes out the window when confronted with good porn. or maybe it's late.)
(edited AGAIN because i'm eating half of my sentences too. DX)
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Date: 2010-04-28 03:17 am (UTC)BRB READING ~ALL~ YOUR OTHER FICS NOW
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Date: 2010-04-28 03:32 am (UTC)You don't need an intervention, woman. You need a medal.
Fuck that was hot. Finding cas like that, helping without question, the "I've got you"...coming in his jeans, the disappointment and then the "that works for me"....
Unf and Nnngh.
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Date: 2010-04-28 03:55 am (UTC)you took the words right out of my mouth! I was thinking the same thing!
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Date: 2010-04-28 04:11 am (UTC)DAMN...I wish I could be this productive while trapped in a waiting room with unpleasant music to listen to.
And you do NOT need an intervention. You need a pat on the back. At the very least.
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Date: 2010-04-28 06:09 am (UTC)More like an award :)
“Yeah,” Dean says, dropping to his knees in front of Cas. His voice is rough and he swallows, licks his lips. “Yeah, I got you.”
I love this line. It's just so erotic and perfect.
Another lovely read!
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Date: 2010-04-28 06:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 06:36 am (UTC)Are you happy now? See what you've done to me? *grins* I love this, oh perfect to read right before bed *laughs* I'm going to have very nice dreams once my brain starts functioning again *laughs*
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Date: 2010-04-28 06:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 06:49 am (UTC)JUST, UNFFFF. Dean should always give Cas a hand in things more often...;D
INTERVENTION?! OH GURLLLLLL...hale no!
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Date: 2010-04-28 07:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 07:36 am (UTC)Cas reads him like a book. “I meant the reaction,” Cas explains. “My…body’s reaction. The lines between its existence and my own are…blurring. Things have been—”
“Coming up?”
Licking his lips, Cas looks down at his spent dick. “You could say that.”
*snerk* Nothing like humor to defuse a tense situation.
The only warning Dean gets is the way Cas’ skin smoothes out between his brows, the way his face becomes determined, and then Cas’ mouth is back on his. It’s a little too hard at first, distance misjudged, but when Dean moves his head to the side, opens his mouth and softens his lips, Cas follows his lead and it becomes just about perfect.
Dean’s heart is tripping around his chest by the time Cas pulls away.
“Thank you,” Cas repeats.
Dean feels light headed. “Don’t mention it.”
Ah! I find this quite touching!
And I say bring on the Dean/Cas smut because we need a counterbalance to all this angst the writers are giving us. Thank God for fanfic!
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Date: 2010-04-28 07:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 08:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 08:49 am (UTC)This is a wonderfully welcome distraction from my icky prison essay. Must wipe drool from keyboard before I carry on...
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Date: 2010-04-28 11:58 am (UTC)Smexy, my dear... VERY... <3
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Date: 2010-04-28 11:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-28 12:07 pm (UTC)I swear to god the simple act of removing a tie has never been so electrifying.
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Date: 2010-04-28 12:29 pm (UTC)*gulp*
No intervention needed. Please do continue writing these hotter than hell fics O_O
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:13 pm (UTC)C-coming in his pants...
GUH.
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:25 pm (UTC)I remember writing a morning blowjob scene in Medieval French class coz the teacher pissed me off so much
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:34 pm (UTC)far too obsessed for it to be legala little bit in love with this icon <333333Feel free to take but credit devlin_dream because the icons that come out of that journal are amazing and they deserve a little aqcknowledgement :)
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Date: 2010-04-28 02:59 pm (UTC)