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Castiel leaned against the bar of the Roadhouse on his forearms, hoping to capture the attention of the bartender. It wasn't often he went out for drink by himself, but fuck it! He’d just closed on the house for sale down the street, and needed to celebrate. He also figured it wouldn't hurt to scope out the locals – since he was soon to be one of them.
The bartender, who had had his back turned just moments before, was now standing in front of Castiel, staring down at him with a smirk.
“Well, hey there, handsome,” he said with a wink.
God, this man was gorgeous! He had tanned skin with freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green, similar to that of an emerald.
Castiel coughed slightly, and tried to play it off cool as a scoff, but he could tell the other man was not impressed. “Hey yourself.”
“I haven't seen you here before.” It was not a question. “Just passing through?”
Castiel swallowed and shrugged. “Well, I'd like to be ordering a drink.”
The other man narrowed his eyes slightly before huffing out a laugh and tossing the rag in his hand over his shoulder. “Sorry, I must have been… distracted.” The man leaned on his hands against the counter, arms outstretched. “What can I get you?”
“Gin and tonic, please. With a lime wedge.”
The bartender nodded once before turning and making the drink. “What kinda gin you want?”
Castiel glanced around at the bottles on display and saw a label he recognized. “Aviation, please.”
The bartender wrinkled his nose. “Isn't that Ryan Reynolds’ brand?”
Castiel frowned. “I do not know the answer to that question.”
The bartender dramatically rolled his eyes and sighed, finishing the drink. He also made quite a show of not forgetting the lime wedge.
After Castiel handed over his credit card with a request to leave his tab open, he smirked at the man and took a sip of his drink. “You must be bored.”
The other man furrowed his brow. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re talking to me.”
The bartender leaned against the counter again. The way his shirt strained against his biceps made Castiel’s mouth water. This time, when he spoke, he lowered his voice. “Maybe I just have a soft spot for handsome men who wander into my bar.”
Castiel felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He tried to cover that up by taking another sip, giving his brain time to process. “You come on a bit strong, don't you think?”
The other man’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip. He ducked his head slightly and looked at him through his eyelashes. “You haven't punched my lights out yet.”
Castiel huffed out a breath and offered the bartender his hand. “Castiel Novak.”
The other man smiled, and shook his hand, clearly elated to not have been immediately shot down. “Dean Winchester at your service.”
Before releasing Dean’s hand, Castiel gave him a once over and merely muttered, “We’ll see about that.”
Dean straightened up and turned around, scribbling something on a sticky note. When he turned back around, he all but slapped the paper in front of Castiel. When Castiel looked at it, he saw it contained a phone number.
“I’m staying at the motel down the street,” Castiel offered.
“I’m off in an hour.”
Castiel met his eyes, and gave him a challenging look. “I’ve got some time to kill, then.”
Castiel sat at the bar, sipping on his gin and tonics, and watching Dean buzz around and help the patrons who filtered in and out of the bar. One guy sat next to him – a big, burly man with a southern accent – and seemed to know Dean. Dean flirted with him half-heartedly, like this was a mindless routine they had. Clearly, they were friends. Cas noticed Dean shooting looks at him during lulls in the conversation, as if to check to see if he was still waiting for him. Castiel simply smiled back at him each time he noticed.
Dean sighed and looked around once he, the burly man, and Cas were the only ones left in the bar. “I gotta run to the back. Gimme a second.”
As soon as the door to their backroom swung shut, the other man turned and addressed Castiel. “You and Dean, huh?”
Castiel blushed again, and shrugged. “We just met. But maybe.”
The man laughed. “Just tread lightly there, brother. Dean’s got a bit of a… reputation.”
“What kind of reputation?”
The man shrugged. “He can be a bit of a playboy.”
Dean re-emerged, carrying a box of limes for him to restock. He seemed to have noticed the men talking, and chimed in. “Benny, are you done trying to scare him off?”
The man – Benny –laughed and raised his hands in surrender. “We're just getting acquainted, dollface.”
Den rolled his eyes but said nothing. He settled both of their tabs, restocked everything he needed to, and handed the reins over to the blonde girl who had seemingly just clocked on.
Once he clocked out, he turned to Castiel. “Lead the way.”
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Not ten minutes later, Castiel was crowding Dean up against the door of his motel room as it slammed behind them. Their mouths found each other as his hands found the side of Dean's face, and Dean's hands struggled to push off Castiel’s jacket.
Cas shed his jacket and threw it on the desk in the corner. He then lat he'd himself onto Dean’s neck which the other man invited by tilting his head. He made a trail of kisses down Dean’s throat, and then licked a stripe up to his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said, low and dangerous, as he nibbled on Dean’s lobe.
Dean let out a soft whine before stammering, “W-w-want you to f-fuck me.”
Castiel let out a moan. “Shit, yes. I wanna fuck you so bad, baby.”
Dean whined again. “P-please.” Dean grabbed Castiel’s hips and grinded down on the other man. “Wanna ride you.”
It took everything in Castiel not to totally manhandle Dean onto the bed. This being their first time together, Castiel wasn’t exactly sure if that would be appropriate. Instead, he carefully walked Dean back to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. He turned them around so that he could sit on the mattress and begin to take his clothes off.
Dean eagerly followed, stripping off his shirt first, then his shoes, socks, and his pants. He left his boxers on and ran his hands through Castiel’s hair as he towered above him.
Cas took this opportunity to palm at the man’s erection through his underwear, and watch his face as he slowly fell apart.
Dean’s fingers tugged lightly at Cas’s hair.
“Stop stalling and take your pants off.”
Castiel chuckled. “Bossy boy.”
Dean half whined, half scoffed at the comment, and silently watched Castiel undress.
When he was finally naked, Cas made his wait to the top of the bed, propping himself up against the pillows. “Do you have a condom?”
Dean nodded. “Fuck, uhh… yeah. It's in my wallet, hang on.” He dug around in his pants pockets before retrieving a brown leather, bi-fold wallet. When he pulled the condom out, he eagerly handed it to Cas who tore it open and rolled it on.
Dean stood, staring, but not daring to make a move.
Castiel noticed. It seemed as though Dean was waiting for a command, or permission of some sort. “Come here, Dean.”
Dean swallowed and scrambled up to straddle Castiel’s lap.
Castiel pulled him into a deep, dirty kiss. “Do you need me to prep you? Get your hole ready for me?”
Dean moaned into another kiss and nodded. “Yes. Please.”
Castiel ran a hand through Dean’s thick brown hair and pulled, forcing the man’s head back just enough to look him in the eye. “Take your boxers off, then lay flat on your stomach for me.”
Dean nodded eagerly and obeyed as quickly as he could. There wasn't much grace to his actions, but he obeyed all the same. Once he was fully naked and laying flat on this stomach, Castiel cupped his ass cheeks before giving them a light swat.
Dean moaned and squirmed, but made no move to stop him. Castiel chuckled. “You like that, baby? Want me to turn your ass bright red?”
Dead crossed his arms under his head and nodded with a whine.
Cas landed another swat, this time with a little more weight to it. “Use your words.”
“Yes. Yes, s-sir.” The last word came out, and Dean froze instantly, making it clear that he didn't mean to say it, but it had just slipped out in the moment. The word made Castiel feel incredibly powerful. It had been about a year since he had taken a submissive man apart in his bed.
Now Castiel just hummed and smoothed his hands up and down Dean's back to relax him. “Good boy,” he muttered, leaning forward to place a tender kiss between the man’s shoulder blades. “Such a good boy for me.”
Castiel then place his palm flat on Dean’s ass. “Still want me to turn your ass a pretty shade of pink, boy?”
“Please,” the other man moaned, giving his ass a small wiggle.
Cas hummed again and began raining smacks down on the man’s cheeks. Once they were flushed and pink, he smoothed a hand over the skin. “Good boy.” He then took his hands and spread Dean’s ass wide open so he could see his hole. The man was waxed – completely hairless below the belt, it seemed – which made Castiel want to eat him out so badly. However, he had to refrain, and told himself there might be a next time.
He let a long trail of saliva fall from his lips onto Dean’s hole, which he smoothed around with his index and middle finger.
Dean whimpered and pushed his hips back. “Sir.” It came out as a gasp – impossibly needy and wanton. It was abundantly clear that all the blood in his body had abandoned his brain completely.
Castiel chuckled lowly and massaged his hole. “Tell me when you're ready for a finger, baby “
Dean nodded. “Now now now. Please, sir. Please, Castiel.”
Castiel shushed him softly and began working his fingers slowly in and out of the other man, watching as his hole greedily took his fingers in. After several slow and torturous minutes of Castiel’s teasing – and Dean whining into the pillow he had found himself hugging – Castiel pulled his fingers out and sat down on the bed, in the position he had previously been in.
He rubbed a few soothing circles on Dean’s back before patting him. “Come ride me, baby.”
Dean nodded eagerly, and quickly moved to straddle Castiel’s lap. He raised himself up on his knees to get into position as he reached around to guide Castiel’s dick home. As he slowly sank down on his cock, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
Castiel sat patiently, simply stroking his fingers over the man’s love handles while kissing Dean’s face and whispering “good boy, so good for me” in his ear over and over again.
Dean moaned as he got fully seated. “Fuuuuck. You feel so good.”
Castiel slowly rolled his hips, testing the waters. “You’re so hot and wet for me. So tight too. Shit.”
Dean bit his lip, finally opening his eyes and looking Cas in his as he began bouncing up and down expertly on his lap. He even leaned back, hands on Castiel’s knees, and moved his hips in a figure eight.
Castiel could only run his hands over the man’s thighs and hips, and sit back and watch the show. Dean looked completely wrecked.
“Let all of those sounds out for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you.”
Dean’s mouth fell open slightly, which Cas took as an invitation to push his two fingers – the very same ones that had been inside of Dean minutes before – past the man’s lips.
Dean moaned and sucked on the fingers, and Castiel just knew he had to be amazing at sucking cock. “You like being filled like this, baby? Like me fucking your hole and your mouth at the same time?” The man moaned and nodded as well as he could.
“Good. Fucking. Boy,” Castiel almost growled, thrusting his hips up to punctuate his words. “You’re so fucking hot. Such a good boy for me. Fuck!”
It wasn't long before Dean’s hips were stuttering. The man leaned forward, removed Castiel’s fingers from his mouth, and locked their lips together in a deep, filthy kiss. The kiss was made only hotter when Castiel’s spit-drenched fingers pressed against the man’s throat. Cas was careful to not apply any pressure whatsoever – just a dominant hand to remind Dean he was in charge.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Castiel asked, breaking away just enough so their lips touched while he talked.
Dean nodded as much as he could. “Pease, sir. Please touch me.”
Castiel hummed and reached a hand between them to stroke Dean’s dick. “Come for me, boy.”
Dean eagerly reconnected their lips and let out a strangled moan into the older man’s mouth as he came between them.
Castiel thrusted a couple more times into Dean’s pliant body, and cursed as he came into the condom and nearly went limp. Dean had all but collapsed onto his chest and was breathing heavily, his head resting against his shoulder.
Once they had both caught their breath, Castiel spoke first. “Wow.”
Den nodded. “Wow.”
Castiel chuckled. “Sweet boy, I'm afraid I need to get up so I can clean us up.”
Dean whined, but did move to get off of the other man’s lap. Dean whined again as Castiel's now spent cock slipped free of his hole.
Before he got up, Cas kissed the man’s temple. “Lay on your back for me. I’ll be right back.” He got up, took the condom off and tied it so he could throw it away. He then wet a washcloth with warm water, and returned to the bed to see Dean laying exactly as he had been instructed to.
Castiel smiled softly down at him. “Such a good boy you are, Dean.” Not waiting for a response, he used the cloth to clean the cum off of both of their bodies.
Castiel then put his boxers back on before plugging in both of their phones and getting into the bed. Once he had, he ran his hand through Dean’s hair. “Do you wanna cuddle, sweetheart?”
Dean just nodded and moved so Cas could get the blanket over both of them, and he cuddled into Castiel’s arms. Before long, they both drifted off to sleep.