twentysomething

Title: Gotta Be From Out of Town

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas (Shortskirts 'Verse)

Summary: "Baby, you couldn't wait twenty minutes?" Dean asks, already stripping his shirt off, reaching for his fly. Cas's eyelids flutter.

Length: 2k.

Warning: THE PORN WILL CONTINUE UNTIL THE ECONOMY IMPROVES. (Just like, if you're looking for content, it's NOT HERE.)

Notes: So, I had said, "Pru, you know, I'm torn between some really juvenile pawing in the backseat of the Impala, or Dean coming home to find that Cas started without him." AND THEN I WROTE BOTH AND PEOPLE SAID THEY WANTED MOAR PORN AND-- look, the flesh is weak. Thanks to juanitatequila for the title. He knows why. (And will forgive me for pronoun failing, I hope. <3) A sequel to "Everything Comes Naturally" and "I Think I Know Where You Belong", unbetaed and full of filth.



Dean wishes he could say this was the first time he's come home to find Cas moaning- splayed out on his giant white bed, three fingers up his ass, stretching to find the perfect angle to brush against his prostate- but that would be such a lie.

Unfortunately, he also still has the same response as the first time and every time thereafter, which is to say, he drops his bag and is instantly, painfully hard.

"Baby, you couldn't wait twenty minutes?" Dean asks, already stripping his shirt off, reaching for his fly. Cas's eyelids flutter.

"Mmm, Dean, I missed you," Cas says, arching his back, practically purring and if Dean didn't know better- from extensive experience- he'd think Cas was faking this level of enthusiasm, but it's all real. "Kept thinking about you finally getting here. Wanted you to be able to fuck me right away, Dean."

Dean is- at last- naked and it's been three weeks for him too- away games and exams keeping either of them from making it to each other until Dean had finally said fuck it and came down for just Sunday night.

"Still," Dean says, because it's one thing to hear it over the phone or know it's going on somewhere without him- although, Cas usually does call him when he's masturbating- but he feels sort of... robbed. Cas just chuckles- low and dirty.

"You can do it later, too," Cas whispers, pulling Dean against him to kiss. "Feel how you opened me up, see how slick I am, feel your cum inside me." Dean wonders who the fuck taught Cas to talk like this, but it works- Dean's hands stutter where they're pressed against Cas's sides and he smiles, filthy and pleased against Dean's mouth.

"But right now, all I want is for you to slam me up against this headboard, again and again." Cas tells him, lube-slick fingers wrapping around Dean's cock. "Fuck me into the mattress, Dean, I want to feel you all week."

Jesus Christ.

"You're going to kill me someday, Cas," Dean says, but the complaint is muffled against Cas's neck. Cas smiles, all bright and cheerful- unrepentant.

"Dean, please fuck me so hard I can't walk normally tomorrow. I would really appreciate that." Cas says, looking so damn earnest and Dean groans.

"Killing me," Dean moans. Cas hums, pleased, as he guides Dean's cock into his ass, which, despite the fact that Cas has been laying around, fingering himself- for God knows how long- he’s tight and hot and Dean is dying slowly- because Cas is clutching at his hips and dragging him in inch by inch.

"I really regret letting you sign up for a gym," Dean slurs weakly as Cas just pulls Dean up against him, buried to the hilt. Cas looks triumphant, but he's breathing hard, eyes lidded and heavy.

"Move, please." Cas says, but he's deadly serious. If Dean doesn't start fucking him- and fast- Cas is just going to torture him for hours. Well, Cas is probably going to do that anyway, but Dean really would be lying if he said he didn't sort of like it.

"Pushy, aren't you?" Dean teases, but he pushes himself up on his hands and pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in as hard as he can.

Because- in the end- Dean always caves- and Cas always makes it worth his while. Cas makes this drunkenly happy noise that Dean loves.

"God, Dean, harder," Cas tries to push back, but Dean just laughs- it sounds dark and slutty, even to him, and Cas writhes, arching his back a little as Dean moves his hands to bring Cas's hips up.

"I guess it's good that I managed to stay taller than you," Dean observes idly as he pulls Cas's legs up and around his waist, getting to his knees. "I can just put you where I want you. You might wanna hand me a pillow. I think your legs are gonna give out when I'm done with you, baby."

"Dean," Cas whines, but Dean just draws his cock out until Cas finally gives in- two inches left- and passes him one of the huge, fluffy pillows he keeps all over the bed. Dean just slides it into place and presses an amused kiss to the sweet, soft skin where Cas's hip meets his thigh, biting softly and listening to Cas cry out above him.

"What, you don't wanna make this easy on me? I had a rough week, you know." Dean says. Three years later, Dean is still amazed at how this gets to Cas, because Dean doesn't know anyone else- as monogamous as Cas- who loves being told they're a filthy cumslut. "Don't you wanna make it so easy for my dick to fuck you open, leave you aching tomorrow, sitting in class, feeling where I kept slamming in to your sweet ass?" Dean punctuates this with three sharp thrusts of his hips, putting himself balls-deep, listening to the familiar dirty slap of skin against skin.

"Yes," Cas hisses, wrapping his hands around the slats of the headboard, bracing himself. "Dean, I want you so bad, I want you-" Dean leans over and kisses Cas until his mouth is just this wet hot mess, red and abused looking. Satisfied, Dean moves back to just fuck into Cas, thanking God that baseball keeps him in such good shape. Cas gasps and sighs and fucking mewls, this whole symphony of noise that drives Dean fucking crazy, his hips snapping against Cas's pale thighs.

"Baby, I don't think I'm gonna touch your cock. I think I'm just gonna let you come, thinking about how I'm filling you up, listening to me talk about how much I fucking love this, how I couldn't go one more fucking day without it, I had to drive down here and screw you stupid." Dean lets the words fall out of his mouth. He stopped thinking about what he was saying a long time ago and learned to run with it- and he'll keep doing it as long as it makes Cas come like he's gonna die, like he wants Dean so much.

"Anytime, Dean, want you all the time," Cas sobs, clutching harder and harder against the headboard.

Dean runs his hands all over Cas, feeling where his ribs expand and contract when he draws in huge, hitching breaths, the fine trail of hair above his dick, the tender, delicate skin at the base of his cock. Dean grins because Cas is bucking his hips wildly, fucking into the air, so Dean grabs his hips and pulls him in just as he goes all in- and Cas just bottoms out in one fucking delicious, boneless slide.

"You know how often I had to jerk off, these three weeks? How lonely I was without you, babe? So used to having you, at least once a week. The guys said I was fucking intolerable." Dean tells him. He has no idea how much longer he can keep this up- the burn in his thighs feels like the end of a run and his hands are starting to slip in the sweat all over Cas's skinny hips, beading and pooling in the humid night heat.

Cas is just babbling, and Dean can make out his name, and "God," and "Yes," but that's about it, as Cas scrabbles against the wall, hands slipping through the slats.

"You gonna come for me, baby? You like it that much, don't you? Me holding you down, making you take my dick? I think you can do it, Cas. I think you should come right now." Dean murmurs, encouraging Cas as he feels his dick skidding across Cas's prostate. Cas mouths silently as he collapses back, his own come striping up over his stomach and up his chest. Cas's whole body goes tense for three insane, burning seconds where Dean thinks he's going to lose it himself, right then, but Cas just goes limp, hands falling down against the pillows loosely.

Dean kisses his way across Cas's hip, lazily fucking through the last tremors of Cas's orgasm, loving the way Cas shivers as Dean slips easily in and out, just enjoying himself.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, you know. That promise you made. Soon as I'm done fucking you, when I'm good and done, when I've come so deep in you, I'm just gonna slip my fingers in there. Since you started without me." Dean whispers, licking a hot trace of come off of Cas's stomach.

Cas shudders all over, crying out softly, like he can't keep quiet, just thinking about it. Cas struggles to open his eyes, finally managing this slit of bright blue, glancing up over the fucked-out spread of his body.

"I'll like it," Cas promises, dark and shameless and that- that is what makes Dean come, sudden and debilitating.

"Jesus, Cas," Dean breathes. He feels like he might never move again, but he's going to have to get up. Because no matter comfortable he is right now, slumped over on to Cas's stomach, he's pretty sure his face is lying in some of Cas's come and that'd be pretty unpleasant to deal with later. He peels himself off, resting on his elbows, to see Cas watching him, just- terribly affectionate and pleased.

"Thank you, Dean," Cas says sweetly, like Dean changed a light bulb, rather than provided athletic and filthy sex. Dean just chuckles and shakes his head, pulling out slowly- loving the way Cas hisses an inhalation as Dean slips out.

"Not done with you yet, baby." Dean promises, scooting over to lay next to Cas, rolling Cas's hips over, letting Cas's legs fall over his. Cas just stretches into it, lying on his stomach. Cas is a runner by preference and his lean build and ass show that off nicely as Dean carefully spreads Cas's legs open. "Mmm, I was rough, wasn't I?" Dean rubs a thumb gently over Cas's slick, fucked-out hole.

"I asked you to," Cas reminds him easily, sighing into a moan. "I do like it." Dean bites his lip, because, yeah, that's true- and there have been some spectacularly memorable nights in his life because of it. Dean pushes two fingers in, slipping in so easy he can feel his dick stir with interest- which, God, Dean really would die.

"It was so good, Cas, I practically blacked out," Dean agrees, scissoring his fingers slightly, letting Cas wriggle his hips. He’s probably still sensitive, but Cas just pushes back into it.

"You can put in another finger. I'm not going to break," Cas suggests, with a really terrible "nonchalant" shrug. Dean just chuckles, gently stroking his fingers inside Cas.

"Nope, this is my turn," Dean teases, pulling his fingers out slowly. They're slippery- covered in lube and his own come and Cas sighs again.

"Please?" Cas asks, wheedling. Dean just snorts, but gives Cas the third finger, his ring finger getting just as coated as the other two as he pushes into Cas, who just goes boneless and limp again, like all he needs for perfect happiness is Dean fingering his ass after fucking him as hard as possible.

Which, yeah, it worked out pretty well for Dean, too.

Once he's had his fill of watching his fingers slide in and out of Cas smoothly, of Cas humming sleepily on his lap, he reaches down, managing to snag his shirt off the floor. He wipes his hand off, giving Cas's stomach a few lazy swipes before manhandling Cas away from the frankly embarrassing, huge wet spot. Cas is loose like a liquid, draping himself over Dean's side.

"You don't pay your cleaning lady enough," Dean mutters as he engages in some serious contortion to get the sheet over them both.

"I think she's happy to know I have a nice young man who fulfills my sexual needs," Cas muses, mouth half-pressed against Dean's chest.

Dean knows he's going to have to get up in about 6 hours and drive to school for his satanic, 8 am, need-it-to-graduate seminar, but he doesn't care, he just flings his arm over Cas and sleeps well for the first time in weeks.