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The best way to work through stress? Porn.
(SEME, REMEMBER THE CIRCLE OF PORN? )
Infinite for a Moment
NC-17 | Castiel/Girl, Voyeur!Dean | ~1120 words
Cas gets picked up. Dean watches. That's pretty much it.
It's a good thing Cas is kind of hot for a dude. It was too weird for Dean to even contemplate buying Cas a hooker (again), so he'd taken him to a bar and bought drinks for him and the first girl who caught his fancy. She's pretty damn hot, Dean must admit, tall and tanned, with clear green eyes. She stares at Cas like a predator and Dean barely has to give her any alcohol before she's giving Cas little hints, whispering things in his ear that makes the back of his neck turn red.
Cas gets dragged out of that bar faster than Dean can blink, and they head off in her car, a shiny small new thing.
Dean's not really sure why he follows them. For the hell of it, is his best guess.
She takes Cas back to a motel-- it was a drifter bar, after all-- and the light goes on in one of the far rooms. That's no good. Dean needs to see this with his own eyes, to make sure Cas doesn't just angelically snuggle with her or some shit, besides he has been wondering whither or not the angel actually has junk. He knows Jimmy does-- he's got a kid-- but that doesn't really translate to Cas having it too. He pushes a few flimsy shrubs out of the way and presses himself up against the window, squinting until he can see through the slats of the blinds.
Fuckdamn.
Cas definitely has junk.
The girl's on her knees between Cas' legs, crowding him up against the far wall with his dick down her throat, her lipstick pressing thick red smudges into his skin as Cas' fingers curl into her hair, holding her where he wants her. Holy fuck. Dean presses forward -- hardly noticing the uncomfortable way the brick walls dig into his skin -- and he can see her throat twitching, the slow thick twist of her tongue through her cheek. Castiel throws his head back into the wall with a thunk Dean feels more than hears, mouth opening in what he thinks is a groan. She grins slyly around Castiel's cock, one quick little hand reaching up and cinching around the base as she pulls off him.
She says something in a hushed voice, hands smoothing over Cas' thighs. Dean can't hear her, but he knows what he'd be saying.
"Don't come yet. I want to fuck you."
Castiel makes that sound again, eyes fluttering shut. She stands slowly, sliding her hands up Castiel's body as she goes. Her hands fist into the fabric of Castiel's jacket and she pulls him backwards towards her bed. Their legs tangle as Cas falls onto her, bracing himself on his elbows and she laughs, trickles of the sound leaking through the windowpane. She tugs his tie down in one sharp move, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Their lips press together for a few seconds until she flips Cas over onto his back, playfully pinning his arms over his head.
They whisper back and forth for a second -- Cas' voice a low rumble that Dean feels in his bones -- before she reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out the condom Dean put there earlier. Her hand tears Castiel's zipper down at the same time Dean rips open his own, her hand slides the condom on while Dean palms his own cock, Castiel bucking up into her skilled hand. The two of them are still dressed as she parts her skirt and lowers herself onto Cas' cock, sinking down onto it while Cas' hands grip her thighs hard enough to turn the tips of his fingers white. Castiel throws his head back and his stunned eyes lock with Dean's.
Fuckfuckfuck, Dean thinks, his breath catching in his chest. Castiel holds his gaze as he rocks his hips up into the girl and it is the single hottest thing Dean has ever seen.
The girl pushes herself up -- one hand on Cas' stomach for balance, her legs quivering with effort -- and holds for a second before slamming back down onto Cas. And then she does it again, and again, Castiel looking away from Dean and up to her, sounds tearing out of his throat just loud enough for Dean to hear them.
Dean could almost swear that Cas looks at him over his shoulder before he pushes himself up on his elbows and thrusts into her, rolling his hips in long smooth bursts. She collapses forward, hands on Cas' shoulders, fingernails digging in and riding out the snapping of Cas' hips. Her face twists in pain and ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. If that were Dean his eyes would be wide open.
He's so fucking close, trying to slow his hand to last until Cas comes, because there was no fucking point to this if he comes before Cas does.
Shoulders shaking, Cas flips them over, laying the girl out on the bed so she can writhe under him while he fucks into her. His eyes find Dean's again, too dark to be blue. Dean's chest goes tight and his hand, the one not furiously jerking his cock, slams into the brick wall to steady him. Cas thrusts into the girl slowly, making sure Dean catches the movement. There's no way he could miss it.
He slows his hand, matching Cas' pace. Dean presses his forehead against the glass, wanting to close his eyes but not wanting to look away from this, not ever wanting to look away from this. Cas' hips stutter, losing their rhythm and just slamming into her. Dean has barely enough brain left to hope he's not like, breaking her or anything, but mostly he doesn't care because Cas' mouth is dropping open in a surprised pout, spit slicked and bitten, and his eyes flutter shut again.
"That's it, Cas," Dean grunts, pressing his forehead against the cool windowpane, a hot feeling pooling in his gut. "Just like that."
Cas groans low in his throat, slamming into her one last time and going still. He takes a deep breath and the girl reaches up a hand to stroke his arm bonelessly. Dean feels a brief flare of anger -- mine don't touch -- before his mind goes blank with the force of his orgasm.
Cas slumps over next to her on the bed, tired and pliant. Dean can hear her laughing through the window. The girl leans in close and talks to Cas in a low voice, slim fingers stroking through his hair. Dean walks back to his car on shaky legs.
When Cas gets back tomorrow morning, Dean's going to get a much better view.
(Sequel)
(SEME, REMEMBER THE CIRCLE OF PORN? )
Infinite for a Moment
NC-17 | Castiel/Girl, Voyeur!Dean | ~1120 words
Cas gets picked up. Dean watches. That's pretty much it.
It's a good thing Cas is kind of hot for a dude. It was too weird for Dean to even contemplate buying Cas a hooker (again), so he'd taken him to a bar and bought drinks for him and the first girl who caught his fancy. She's pretty damn hot, Dean must admit, tall and tanned, with clear green eyes. She stares at Cas like a predator and Dean barely has to give her any alcohol before she's giving Cas little hints, whispering things in his ear that makes the back of his neck turn red.
Cas gets dragged out of that bar faster than Dean can blink, and they head off in her car, a shiny small new thing.
Dean's not really sure why he follows them. For the hell of it, is his best guess.
She takes Cas back to a motel-- it was a drifter bar, after all-- and the light goes on in one of the far rooms. That's no good. Dean needs to see this with his own eyes, to make sure Cas doesn't just angelically snuggle with her or some shit, besides he has been wondering whither or not the angel actually has junk. He knows Jimmy does-- he's got a kid-- but that doesn't really translate to Cas having it too. He pushes a few flimsy shrubs out of the way and presses himself up against the window, squinting until he can see through the slats of the blinds.
Fuckdamn.
Cas definitely has junk.
The girl's on her knees between Cas' legs, crowding him up against the far wall with his dick down her throat, her lipstick pressing thick red smudges into his skin as Cas' fingers curl into her hair, holding her where he wants her. Holy fuck. Dean presses forward -- hardly noticing the uncomfortable way the brick walls dig into his skin -- and he can see her throat twitching, the slow thick twist of her tongue through her cheek. Castiel throws his head back into the wall with a thunk Dean feels more than hears, mouth opening in what he thinks is a groan. She grins slyly around Castiel's cock, one quick little hand reaching up and cinching around the base as she pulls off him.
She says something in a hushed voice, hands smoothing over Cas' thighs. Dean can't hear her, but he knows what he'd be saying.
"Don't come yet. I want to fuck you."
Castiel makes that sound again, eyes fluttering shut. She stands slowly, sliding her hands up Castiel's body as she goes. Her hands fist into the fabric of Castiel's jacket and she pulls him backwards towards her bed. Their legs tangle as Cas falls onto her, bracing himself on his elbows and she laughs, trickles of the sound leaking through the windowpane. She tugs his tie down in one sharp move, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Their lips press together for a few seconds until she flips Cas over onto his back, playfully pinning his arms over his head.
They whisper back and forth for a second -- Cas' voice a low rumble that Dean feels in his bones -- before she reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out the condom Dean put there earlier. Her hand tears Castiel's zipper down at the same time Dean rips open his own, her hand slides the condom on while Dean palms his own cock, Castiel bucking up into her skilled hand. The two of them are still dressed as she parts her skirt and lowers herself onto Cas' cock, sinking down onto it while Cas' hands grip her thighs hard enough to turn the tips of his fingers white. Castiel throws his head back and his stunned eyes lock with Dean's.
Fuckfuckfuck, Dean thinks, his breath catching in his chest. Castiel holds his gaze as he rocks his hips up into the girl and it is the single hottest thing Dean has ever seen.
The girl pushes herself up -- one hand on Cas' stomach for balance, her legs quivering with effort -- and holds for a second before slamming back down onto Cas. And then she does it again, and again, Castiel looking away from Dean and up to her, sounds tearing out of his throat just loud enough for Dean to hear them.
Dean could almost swear that Cas looks at him over his shoulder before he pushes himself up on his elbows and thrusts into her, rolling his hips in long smooth bursts. She collapses forward, hands on Cas' shoulders, fingernails digging in and riding out the snapping of Cas' hips. Her face twists in pain and ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. If that were Dean his eyes would be wide open.
He's so fucking close, trying to slow his hand to last until Cas comes, because there was no fucking point to this if he comes before Cas does.
Shoulders shaking, Cas flips them over, laying the girl out on the bed so she can writhe under him while he fucks into her. His eyes find Dean's again, too dark to be blue. Dean's chest goes tight and his hand, the one not furiously jerking his cock, slams into the brick wall to steady him. Cas thrusts into the girl slowly, making sure Dean catches the movement. There's no way he could miss it.
He slows his hand, matching Cas' pace. Dean presses his forehead against the glass, wanting to close his eyes but not wanting to look away from this, not ever wanting to look away from this. Cas' hips stutter, losing their rhythm and just slamming into her. Dean has barely enough brain left to hope he's not like, breaking her or anything, but mostly he doesn't care because Cas' mouth is dropping open in a surprised pout, spit slicked and bitten, and his eyes flutter shut again.
"That's it, Cas," Dean grunts, pressing his forehead against the cool windowpane, a hot feeling pooling in his gut. "Just like that."
Cas groans low in his throat, slamming into her one last time and going still. He takes a deep breath and the girl reaches up a hand to stroke his arm bonelessly. Dean feels a brief flare of anger -- mine don't touch -- before his mind goes blank with the force of his orgasm.
Cas slumps over next to her on the bed, tired and pliant. Dean can hear her laughing through the window. The girl leans in close and talks to Cas in a low voice, slim fingers stroking through his hair. Dean walks back to his car on shaky legs.
When Cas gets back tomorrow morning, Dean's going to get a much better view.
(Sequel)
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