twentysomething

Title: Everything Comes Naturally

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas (Shortskirts 'Verse)

Summary: "Except right now, they're parked in a field 15 minutes outside town and Cas is making fucking criminal noises underneath him- like no one has ever touched him like this and a really selfish part of Dean hopes that's true."

Length: 1700 wordsish

Warning: Boning in the Impala. Naughty touching. Cas likes dirty talk.

Notes: So, Sundays are for writing porn, apparently, and it's like... all I've written for a while, like a 14 year-old boy who discovers jerking it. Written for rageprufrock, as a sequel of sorts to "I Think I Know Where You Belong", aka The Taylor Swift AU, or something I really tragically termed "Shortskirts 'Verse." It's unbetaed, so any mistakes are mine and in the grand tradition of 1:44 in the morning, IDGAF.



Dean supposes they're dating.

He's not sure, because he's never dated a dude and most of his dating experience involved opening doors and not burping. But he's pretty sure he and Cas are dating, even though most of the stuff they do together is stuff they would have done anyway- watching movies and driving around town aimlessly.

Except right now, they're parked in a field 15 minutes outside town and Cas is making fucking criminal noises underneath him- like no one has ever touched him like this and a really selfish part of Dean hopes that's true.

"Dean," Cas breathes, running a hand under Dean's shirt and Dean can feel the blunt edges of Cas's nails scraping against his stomach, like he's trying to memorize him by touch, so Dean has to lean down and kiss him, cramped and sticky hot in the backseat of the Impala.

Dean's really not sure what the... Christ, etiquette is in this situation, but he has no idea how to ask Cas to just touch him, somewhere, anywhere, more than the careful, light, teasing touches over his sides, threading into his hair. It feels like it's 100 degrees in here, even though all the windows are rolled down and there's even a breeze flowing through, because looking down at Cas, whose mouth is red and soft and wet, it feels like he's on fucking fire from wanting.

After skipping out on prom, they'd spent most of the movie hidden in the back, making out. When Dean had dropped Cas off that night- Cas biting his lip, shy and unsure but so damn eager- Dean had thought that he was going to hit that- hard. He's enough of a red-blooded male that he'd done the only responsible thing possible after getting himself a boyfriend- especially one that had "virgin" stamped on his face as much as Cas did- and watched a bunch of gay porn on the internet. But Dean doesn't think that any of the super-waxed twinks uninterestedly blowing each other prepared him for the reality of Cas sighing into his mouth, grinding into him.

"Dean, I want to-" Cas trails off, arching his back as Dean sucks a kiss against his neck, but his intent is pretty clear when his hands trace around to Dean's fly and- holy shit. Cas slips a hot hand beneath Dean’s jeans and boxers and Jesus H Christ, Cas is touching his dick.

"Can I- is this alright?" Cas stammers. Dean almost laughs, because he doesn't think any man has ever turned down a handjob- period- but it comes out as this strangled groan as Cas's thumb runs over the head of his cock, slipping on precome.

"Yes, God, please," he finally manages when Cas stills under him, like he might stop. It seems like that's all the encouragement Cas needs before he tugs open the fly and Dean is super grateful he chose today to wear button fly jeans, because now Cas has a whole range of motion that he's using to do some fucking tremendous things to Dean's dick. Cas moans as Dean shifts his leg between them, inadvertently pressing against the hot line of Cas's erection and Dean swallows hastily because it's going to be seriously embarrassing if he comes this quickly.

"Thought about this so much," Cas whispers, but it's loud in the silence, and Dean slams a hand against the frame of the car. Because now he can't erase the image of Cas, maybe jerking himself off, thinking about Dean, so close.

"Wanted you so badly, wanted to make you come," And Cas says it like it's nothing, but Dean can barely think through the sudden conviction that his brain is going to blow some really important fuses and he's going to die here, Cas's hand working him so steadily, so perfect.

"Dean," Cas begs, like it's fucking killing him, too, voice broken and hoarse sounding and Dean comes, nearly blacking out with how good it is.

When he's able to think again, Cas is thoughtfully licking his hand clean of Dean's spunk, like he's so fucking curious and it makes Dean's prick twitch, hard- painful and too sensitive. He may be 18, but he’s not getting it up again that quick, no matter what his brain is telling him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Cas," Dean mumbles, kissing him, filthy and open and God, he can taste himself all over Cas's pretty mouth. Cas just fucking gives it up, like he could let Dean lazily tongue-fuck him forever, would just let him take and take. Dean backs up because he remembers he has to breathe and Cas's eyes are so blue and wrecked with need. Dean buries his face in Cas's neck, because that's almost too much. He pushes Cas's shirt up and cups his hand over Cas's cock, over his stupid seersucker shorts, and Cas gasps like he can't even breathe, mumbling indistinct, sharp sounds.

"Shh, shh, baby, gonna take care of you," Dean promises, fumbling over the zip. Cas wraps his arms around Dean, hands clawing at his back over his t-shirt as Dean gets Cas's cock free. Dean had been sort of worried about not liking dick, that he would choke when it came to the big event- but now, with Cas shaking under him, he can't help but curiously stroke Cas's penis, wondering at how it's the same and totally different than touching himself. And watching Cas biting at his own lip like even this is going to break him- how the careful spread of Dean's hand makes pearly drops of cum gather at the tip of Cas's cock- makes Dean hyper-aware that he's hard again. It makes him think that they're going to do this again- a lot- because this is pretty much the best thing ever, Cas getting reedy and soft sounding, little "ah"s and tiny hitching breaths that are so good for him, that make Dean ache and want all over again.

"Dean, I need, I need you," Cas cries, his arms clutching at Dean's shoulders. Dean kisses the sharp curve of Cas's collarbone, biting a kiss there that makes Cas jerk his hips into Dean's hand.

"Whatever you want, Cas, anything," Dean says, because he'd do some mercilessly kinky shit for Cas, to be the only one who hears him come apart like this. Cas's fingers twitch as Dean breaks out some of his all-star whacking off moves, and he's glad that they seem to work for Cas, too. Cas's head thumps back hard against the door.

"Talk, tell me-" Cas tries and shit, it figures Cas likes dirty talk. "I want to know." Dean smirks.

"What, you wanna know that this gets me hot, watching you under me, wanting it so bad?" Dean asks and yeah, that's what he likes- Cas's eyes practically roll back into his head. "Finding out that you like it messy like this- out here where someone could find us, watch me touch your pretty cock, touch all of you? Yeah, I like it." Cas is heaving these shallow whimpering breaths in, and fuck, he really does get off on this.

"I love it, baby. I nearly blew again, just watching you lick my come off your hand. Sometime I'm gonna make you do yourself like this, just watch you touch yourself for me. I'm gonna go fucking wild." Dean says, bewildered by the insane shit that's coming out of his mouth, but Cas is thrashing under him, falling apart with just Dean's hand and voice and it's hot, it's fucking scorching.

"Dean, Dean, Dean," Cas chants, like he's losing his mind and Dean kisses him hard.

"Come on, babe, do it, fucking come all over my hand, I wanna taste you, too." Dean mutters right into Cas's ear and the hell of it is, he does: it's all true. Cas keens, like Dean's killing him, and comes, hot and wet all over Dean's hand, still tight on Cas's dick.

"Oh, oh," Cas breathes, eyes closed, trembling and shaking still, pulling Dean weakly against him. True to his word, Dean tentatively licks his hand- it's salty and warm, but not offensive tasting or anything. It's probably nicer than wiping it on something, so Dean quickly licks his whole hand clean. As soon as he's done, he realizes Cas is staring at him like he's seen the face of God or something. Dean can feel his cheeks turning bright fucking red, but Cas just tackles Dean back, like he's got to get in there or someone's going to get hurt.

Dean abruptly remembers he's still hard when Cas pushes Dean up against the opposite window and crawls down his body and- sweet merciful fuck- wraps his lips around Dean's cock like he's goddamn gonna go to town. Dean is going to last, like, thirty seconds, because holy shit, Cas's mouth is hot and so slick and Cas is blowing him. He's practically deep throating him and Dean doesn't even know where he's putting it, before he pulls up. Cas is swirling his tongue around the head of Dean's dick and Dean doesn't even have time to warn him before he's coming. But Cas- Cas just swallows it all down and Dean cannot even handle this shit.

"Was that… I've never done it before," Cas says after a moment, blushing faintly pink like he just baked a pie or some shit, not sucked Dean off like a fucking pro. Dean is still gasping for air because his brain is leaking out his goddamn ears.

"Yeah, Cas, Christ," he finally manages, pulling Cas close enough to touch, running his hands through Cas's dark, messy hair. Cas just hums easily against Dean's mouth, pressing little chaste, closed-mouthed kisses against Dean's lips.

"I wanted to make it good for you," Cas says quietly and Dean can't help the laugh that bubbles out of his chest.

"Cas, of course it was good- it was great," Dean assures him, because Dean realizes that he more or less just took Cas's virginity in the backseat of his car, and maybe he needs to hear stuff like that. Cas smiles, soft and pleased.

"I'm glad," he murmurs, tucking his head under Dean's chin. The backseat is way too small for this, and they're going to have to get up and untangle all of their sweaty body parts some time soon, but right now Dean is happy to stay as he is.