2 - Down at Ellen's place

Dean was about to open his mouth to say something, but that single observation made out loud made his words get stuck and die on his tongue. He flushed, and turned away from Castiel to hide his rosy cheeks. "Yeah, I've noticed", he replied, embarrassed. Of course all that bashfulness derived from the fact that there was an undeniable tension between him and the other man, and having to sleep that close would have maybe brought a bit further than just kissing. "Um... would you like for me to ask for one with single beds?" He didn't know how the other rooms were structured, actually!

Castiel hesitated, but shook his head. "I don't mind it. I don't move much when I do find sleep. And if I don't find it, I'll probably let you rest and go to the common room or the library Pica talked us about." He didn't sense the implications of them sleeping so close. But yes, there was a bit of... tension now. Well. On that morning, kissing felt rather good, and he would have loved to do that again. But he didn't really know what Dean felt about it. The rest of the day had gone by as if nothing between them had changed.

Dean hummed a quiet "Alright", shuffling a bit on the bed. He remembered suddenly that Castiel wasn't exactly good at reading the mood, or guessing when could be a good time to engage in kissing. Well. Maybe then he should do something about it. "Listen, uh..." He fidgeted a bit, hesitating. "If you feel like, y'know. Kissing and stuff. You can go for it? Just, not outside the room. I am a private person", he blurted out.

Castiel blinked. But his expression soon softened. "Oh. You mean- would it be alright for me to kiss you now ?" He shifted slightly closer to Dean, wetting his lips. Hell was he aching for it right now.

Dean swallowed nervously. He turned to face Castiel, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Well. I said whenever you feel like it, didn't I?", he observed with a small laugh. His eyes fell on Castiel's lips, and he wetted his own by a mere reflex. Damn. He thought he was used to this - but this kind of anticipation was really... something else.

Castiel frowned slightly at Dean's words. "But I might never stop," he whispered, although he leaned forward to gently kiss Dean. His own kiss grew soon a bit more hungry, because he had been waiting an entire day to kiss him again.

Dean felt something inside him leap with an unknown emotion when he heard those sweet words. Granted, he would have never pegged himself as the type who liked this kind of talk, but damn. The thought that Castiel, this cute, precious man, liked and wanted to kiss him that bad made him feel too damn good to be true. He was soon kissing the other man back with just as much hunger, hands resting on his hips.

Castiel kept on kissing Dean for a good long while. Sometimes, he broke the kiss to catch his breath again, and gave his friend long, tender looks, sometimes chuckling because of a slight embarrassment, and from how light his mind felt. Like he told him, he barely could stop.

All of that was so damn cute Dean could barely keep himself from pushing Castiel down the bed and start to kiss him for real. He did cup his friend's cheeks in the end though, and whenever he felt like they were breaking their kiss for too long he pulled him back to mold their mouths together once more and once more again, softly, hungrily. He, too, could not imagine stopping now.

Castiel kissed back Dean just as hungrily, and even dared to run his hands on his almost naked torso - well it was naked under those bandages -, and ran his hand along his belly to rest there a bit, without really knowing why he wished to touch him so bad. Yet.

Dean groaned - when someone is as touch starved as he was, hands running over his naked skin so gently were the greatest thing you could ever imagine - and he pressed on further, invading Castiel's mouth with his tongue, hands sneaking underneath his shirt to caress his sides, fingers travelling up and down. At some point he instinctively ground his hips down against the other man's, and. Oh, boy. Guess they both had gotten a bit too much into this.

Castiel moaned into the kiss when he felt Dean's groin pressing against his. He even bucked his hips back against the other man, before he broke the kiss, slightly flustered by that newfound feeling of sexual need. He was about to say something. He truly was. But in the end, he shrugged off his coat, which he still had on, and kissed Dean again while undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Dean let out a moan when Castiel bucked his hips. He looked down at him whenhe broke their kiss, the first stirrings of arousal making his head spin a bit. He suddenly remembered that Castiel had mentioned him being the first he had kissed - and the fear of being forceful reemerged once again. He opened his mouth to tell him something - maybe that they could just get back making out, that they didn't have to get undressed or whatever - but he was cut off by yet another kiss, that soon enough made him forget his complaints. He suddenly found out that his hands weren't being stopped by Castiel's shirt anymore, and he began roaming them over his chest and stomach. He squirmed a bit, starting to feel uncomfortable in his pants.

Castiel's hand trailed down on Dean's body again, and hooked in the hem of his pants. And then... he stopped. He broke the kiss and took a deep, shaking breath, looking down and then back up at Dean's eyes. "Should I- May I touch you?" he whispered a bit sheepishly. Hell, he knew how bad he wanted it, but he had no idea if this was considered as okay.

Dean let out a soft snort. Actually, he had to hide a small laugh against Castiel's shoulder because. 'May I', oh my God. Cute. On the other hand, he understood the nervousness, and it could be read on his face. After all, this was uncharted territory for him too! "Sure", he answered, hating how he sounded just as sheepish as tCastiel. "But, only if I can touch you too." His wandering hands rested on the hem of his pants, nervously waiting for an answer.

Castiel's breath stopped for a moment, but he soon nodded, and undid Dean's pants to slide a curious hand along the bump in his underwear, cupping it, slowly massaging it. He wet his lips, finding his mouth oddly dry all of a sudden. He was both nervous and thrilled by this new discovery.

Dean could do nothing but close his eyes for a brief moment and hide his face against Castiel's shoulders once more, muffling a small moan. Shit. He knew his friend was inexperienced - but that felt so much like teasing to him! He soon enough was opening his pants too, to dip a hand into them. He caressed him through his underwear, tentatively, dragging his fingers against the cloth.

Castiel gasped and moaned in Dean's ear - though not on purpose. He instinctively tightened his fingers around his shaft, though still through his underwear. It felt good, really good, for a lack of a better word. He gently used his second hand to gently push Dean away and guide him by the chin so he could kiss him again, to add up those two pleasant feelings.

Yet another moan was muffled in that kiss as Dean bucked his hips against Castiel's hand. Oh, God. He wanted more. So much more than some stroking and grabbing through his underwear. But, finding himself to be kind of shy all of a sudden, he just decided to push his own hand inside Castiel's underwear, to take a gentle hold of his manhood and stroke it. It... definitely felt different from anything he was used to, but he could make it.

Castiel moaned again into the kiss, so much he actually had to pull away to breathe in before he came back nibbling and sucking on Dean's lower lip. His mind was still clear enough for him to register that skin-to-skin contact definitely felt better, so he gently tugged on Dean's underwear to lower it down so he could finally wrap both of his hands around it. He did break the kiss another time to look down though, and felt a wave of heat rush to his cheeks when he realized just what he was doing.

Dean was honestly too far gone by that point to even register anything that wasn't about Castiel's hands wrapped around his length or about how good that felt. He kept moving his own hand on the other man's shaft, fingers wrapped around it as he mindlessly left a trail of kisses down his throat. He lifted his gaze a bit, and finally noticed Castiel's flushed complexion. "You ok?", he managed to ask.

Castiel nodded absently, before he dared to look at Dean away. But only for a brief moment. "Do you-" He hesitated. "Do you think it would feel good too if we touched each other without our... hands?" He bit on his lips, feeling very, very self-conscious right now. He was pretty much convinced he had suggested Dean to have sex with him.
That's how it happened between males, right?
...Well come to think of it he had never wondered about it until two minutes ago.

Dean stared at him for some long seconds, in complete silence. Then his brain finally managed to give a meaning to those words. And he flushed. Hard. "I-" He cleared his throat. "I guess it would... feel pretty good, yeah. Did you... want to try, or?" Right now he didn't have the guts to look at Castiel, so he just looked away, embarrassed. And this is saying a lot, for someone who had just stuck his hands down said man's underwear!

Castiel bit on his lower lip. "Only if you want it too." But that counted as a yes. And, as if to encourage Dean to approve that motion, he gently squeezed his length, and kept stroking it with a now steadier hand.

Dean opened his mouth to answer - but all he could let out was a choked sound and a breathless curse. "God, you'll kill me", he managed to say, his voice low. When he looked back at Castiel, his eyes were clouded with lust, and he brought both his hands to his own pants and underwear. "We should get these off", he explained, kicking his clothes away impatiently.