Astronaut4: Trust issues

"... We don't have to do it on the books," Castiel replied, confused. "We can just stand, lean against the shelves or sit on the ground." Yep. Totally clueless regarding the innuendos he was sharing with Deah.

Ok, now Dean was definitely imagining a good number of things he shouldn't have been thinking about. Not at that hour of the day anyway. "I think passing this much time with me is doing you good", he commented, his face still flushed. "Standing, against the shelves - aren't you overestimating my stamina a bit? Not that I wouldn't try, but..."

Castiel squinted a bit, but shook his head, chuckling softly. "I'm sure it won't be a problem, Dean." He walked with him to the archives room, his hand ghosting on his hip.

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head lightly, to kick back the nasty fantasies. He followed Castiel without questioning him any further. Welp. That was going to be a long, frustrating day.

Even for Castiel, who kept on postponing their - supposedly cute - making out session. He finally went to Dean at the end of the afternoon, coming from behind him. He laid his hands on the human's hips and kissed his neck, inching close.

Dean was all the way through his... what, thirtieth book? Ugh. He had just given up on the last one he had picked up when he felt Castiel's lips ghost over his neck, and his hands on his hips. He smiled despite the tiredness, and leant back into the angel, tilting his head to try and catch his lips. Maybe the moment for all those... dirty little things Castiel had not-really-mentioned earlier had finally come! Thankfully he had closed the doors already. "Hey", he murmured. "Finally fed up with books?"

"I can't stand reading anymore," Castiel confessed. He helped Dean to turn around and face him, so he could kiss him properly, hungrily. He had pecked his lips a few times during the day, but now he wanted a bit more. Which could easily turn into a lot more, given how frustrated he felt."

Dean groaned into the kiss, his hands immediately shooting up to grasp Castiel's shirt and to get tangled in his hair. He kissed the angel just as hungrily. About damn time, he had been frustrated for the whole day after that little, very ambiguous banter they had that morning!

Castiel moaned back into the kiss, and pressed his whole body against Dean, as he slid one of his hand under his shirt to caress his abs, shivering with delight.

Dean's hands didn't stay still one single second. After gently scraping his fingers over Castiel's head and upper back, they quickly drifted down, travelling along his spine. He massaged the angel on his way down, fingers pressing on his muscles through the fabric... to shamelessly dive into his pants suddenly and give his ass a good squeeze.

Castiel found himself muffling a startled moan against Dean's lips, bucking his hips forward. His hand drifted upwards to caress his torso, while he used the second one to caress his back, drifting downwards as well.

Dean just kept on squeezing Castiel's ass, changing from gentle to just the tiniest bit rough. He pulled away from the kiss to take a deep breath, letting out a small, aroused moan as he dipped down to bite and kiss the angel's neck. He could swear he had no idea where all that eagerness came from. Was it simple frustration? "Cas", he whispered against his skin, "your wings. Show them to me."

Cas shivered again, yet nodded, as he unraveled his wings in his back for Dean. "Could you... spread yours for me as well?" one of his hands moved towards his shoulderblades, to massage the part where he knew the wings were supposed to come out from.

Dean shivered when he felt Castiel's hand rub in between his shoulder blades. He nodded back, wings sprouting from his back. In the meantime, he moved his hands away from the angel's pants, sliding them up under his shirt and to the base of his wings, to gently press his fingers there.

Castiel almost yelped when a sudden rush of pleasure ran through his whole body. He bucked his hips forward, against Dean's, and tightened his fingers into his wings as well, but not yet at their base.

Yes, Dean hadn't quite forgotten about that night back in the camp, when Castiel had let out the filthiest cry of pleasure he had ever heard. Nor what had caused it. He moaned himself when the angel pressed his hips against his own, his fingers grasping on the base of his wings. He bucked his hips into Castiel's as well when he felt his fingers tighten into his feathers.

Castiel couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure this time, his whole body tensing with need when he felt Dean touching him that way. It was so indecent that he felt his blush, embarrassed himself. Yet the look he gave his beloved was filled with lust, and he did not wait much longer before he moved his fingers to tease the base of Dean's wings with slow yet strong presses.

Dean had just the time to groan - he couldn't help it, the sounds Castiel was making were outright sinful - while he mouthed and licked the now marked skin of the angel's neck. He raised his head to watch him straight in the eyes, gaze filled with need. "Shit, Cas, that's so damn hot-" He couldn't really finish that, as he was cut off by his own sudden, lustful cry of pleasure, his feathers flaring under his soulmate's touch.

Castiel spread his feathers even more, shivering with delight when he heard Dean making that sound. "I get that you like it too," he whispered, with a slight smile. He leaned in closer to kiss his lover's neck as well, right under the ear, as he kept massaging that specific spot in his back.

Dean let out a breathless, aroused chuckle, tilting his head to expose more skin for Castiel's lips. "Hell yes", he whispered back, managing somehow to keep another loud moan for himself. He pressed on the base of Castiel's wings, rubbing circles into them, grabbing the feathers.

Castiel nibbled at his skin, stiffling a few indecent moans in the process. As one of his hands tightened in his feathers as well, the second went down between them, to undo his pants.

Dean smiled, letting out yet another pleased moan. He reciprocated all too enthusiastically, one of his own hands sneaking in between their bodies to try and undo the angel's pants. Meanwhile, slowly but surely, he walked Castiel towards one of the shelves, until he could feel his back hit against one.

Castiel leaned back against the shelf, and moaned again as he tried to catch Dean's lips with his own once more, when he could finally get his hand into his pants, to gently rub against his groin.
Meanwhile, in the corridor came Sam, who has seen a reference to a specific archive in one of his documents, and needed to consult it. He tried to open the door, but... frowned when he noticed it was locked.

Dean was all too engrossed in what he was doing - and in trying to devour Castiel's lips into a hot, open-mouthed kiss - to notice someone fumbling with the doorknob. He hid a moan, bucking his hips slightly into the angel's hand as he finally managed to push his own hand inside his pants. He bypassed the underwear and took a gentle hold of his manhood, pumping it slowly.

Castiel moaned deeper into the kiss, and tried to buck his hips forward to get a better feel of Dean's hand. He tried to return the favour as well, hoping he found the situation as thrilling as he did.
Somebody did not find that situation thrilling at all, and it was Sam, whose brain worked fast. Before he knew it, he was slamming his fist on the room's door, clearing his throat particularly loud.