Fic: Hard and Fast (Dean/Castiel, NC-17)
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tracy_loo_whoToday was such an awesome day for various reasons (a couple of which you might be able to guess, wheeeomg!), but more on that later when it's not 2:30 am. For now, here is the next one of those fics I'm supposed to be writing. It's... a little different, i.e. not the usual doom and gloom crap you get from me; blame it on my tendency to get mushy when it's late and I'm tired. :|
Title: Hard and Fast
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,300
Notes: This is an outtake from Where All Paths Lead, though it can be read as a stand-alone PWPish thing. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darksilvercat, who requested a series of porny one-shots based on part of that fic. This is the second, though really I've dropped the pretense of going in any sort of order at all.
Summary: It will happen everywhere: against the wall (hard and fast), in Dean's car (quiet enough so Sam won't hear from the motel), on a grassy hill that wouldn't still be there if it weren't for them (breathless and intoxicated on triumph), in the ruins of a town they fail to save (dirty and desperate).
Castiel hasn't been able to stop thinking about sex. It has been over a week since Dean touched him, put his hands and mouth on Castiel and made his body arch and shudder. Over a week since Castiel trapped Dean in his wings and made him thrash and beg and come so hard he passed out. Now that Castiel knows how Dean can make him feel and what Dean looks like in his unguarded moments of helpless ecstasy, it consumes him. He wants to experience it again with an intensity he shouldn't be capable of, and that should disturb him a lot more than it does.
What shouldn't disturb him as much as it does is Dean's avoidance. Dean hasn't looked him in the eye since it happened, and he has been especially reluctant to let Sam out of his sight, even for a few minutes. It's almost as if he is using his brother's presence as a shield against Castiel, and Castiel's irritation has been growing. He doesn't appreciate childish games.
Dean and Sam are at a bar. Dean has a female hanging off each arm and as far as Castiel can see from his shadowy corner, Sam is mostly just shuffling his feet and drinking beer. Not that Castiel is looking at Sam much, not when Dean is there, all fluid movements and too-wide grins and when he throws his head back to down a shot, Castiel remembers the taste of that smooth expanse of skin on the side of his neck. It does nothing to improve his mood. Eventually Sam finishes his beer, manages to catch Dean's eye for a moment, and jerks his thumb in the direction of the restroom. Then he is gone, and Dean is alone (with the exception of the females, who don't count), and Castiel pauses to appreciate Sam's bladder.
As he strides through the bodies and across the bar, all the lights in the room fizzle and spark and go out, and even the music dies because Castiel decides he doesn't like Beyoncé. The confusion that follows is loud and messy, and it's easy to grip Dean tight by the shoulder and drag him out the back door. Dean swears at him and struggles and stumbles, but Castiel keeps him upright, keeps him walking.
Then they are alone outside in the cool, midnight air, and Castiel pushes Dean against the wall of the building and uses his own body weight to keep him there. They are touching from hips to feet, and Castiel thinks pants were an asinine invention, really. If all paths didn't lead to the same destination he might be tempted to go back and make sure it never happened, but it did, and he can't.
"You've been avoiding me," he says evenly, close enough that his breath brushes against Dean's bottom lip, and Dean draws that lip into his mouth and bites it a little before he realizes what he's doing.
He glares at Castiel, furious, but he has stopped struggling. Castiel thinks that perhaps it's because he has already begun to harden against Castiel's hip and he knows struggling would only make the problem, ah, bigger. "Most people I sleep with get the hint when I don't call," Dean says scathingly. He gets harder anyway.
Castiel's eyes narrow. "I am not most people."
"And that gives you the right to abduct me from bars?"
"I don't know about rights, Dean," Castiel replies slowly, thoughtfully. "It is enough that I can."
"Bloody friggin' angel," Dean mutters darkly, and he doesn't quite meet Castiel's eyes. "It never should have happened, it didn't happen, okay?"
Castiel tilts his head, leans even closer, impossibly close. "You regret it?"
"Yes, I fuckin' regret it, now let me go," Dean snaps, and Castiel isn't supposed to have feelings, but he does, and they hurt.
He lets Dean go and steps back and says only, "I don't."
Dean moves fast for someone so drunk, growls and grabs Castiel by the shoulders and whirls them around until their positions are switched and now Castiel is the one being shoved against the wall with Dean's face mere inches from his. He blinks. "Why not?" Dean demands, angry and confused and something else Castiel would be able to put his finger on if only Dean would remove his thigh from Castiel's crotch and give him back his ability to concentrate. "Why the fuck wouldn't you regret having done that with--" he breaks off, sucks in a harsh breath, continues, "You're a goddamn angel, Cas, and I'm just -- I'm not -- you're not supposed to -- what if you--"
And Castiel understands, in a rush through the heat and the haze, and says, "Shut up, Dean."
Dean shuts up. And then he doesn't shut up, because there are small strangled noises in the back of his throat when he crashes their mouths together, kisses Castiel so hard he wonders if Dean is trying to eat him (he does enjoy eating, Castiel has noted). Castiel kisses him back, just as hard but with a more focused intensity, painting words like worth and everything and mine and yours into Dean's mouth with his tongue, willing him to get it.
And maybe Dean does get it, because he starts shaking and fumbling with Castiel's tie and buttons and belt. Then his hands are everywhere, touching Castiel's skin as though he has been just as starved for this as Castiel has, and if his erection is anything to go by maybe it's true. Castiel's eyes fall shut and his breath escapes him on a soft "Oh" when Dean's warm hand slides into his underwear and closes around his cock, squeezes it hard and strokes it fast and rubs its head with his thumb.
He reaches for Dean's pants, drags the zipper down over that hard bulge, and secretly thrills in the way Dean presses it into his hand. Then that hand is on Dean's cock, too, and Castiel has to try very, very hard to match Dean, stroke for stroke. Sometimes he falls behind because Dean does that with his fingers and Castiel is too busy thrusting into his hand -- too busy feeling -- to remember to copy it, but then sometimes it's Dean who moans into his ear and shudders and goes still for that brief moment before he bucks his hips and drives Castiel harder into the wall. Sometimes they both forget themselves and are reduced to a couple of sweaty bodies against the wall, grinding and writhing together in hot pleasure.
Castiel comes with an undignified whimper, spilling into Dean's hand in pulse after pulse and still unable to stop his body from squirming between the hard wall and the hard hand. It takes Dean a little longer because he's drunk, but Castiel doesn't mind because it gives him a chance to open his eyes and really look. He commits every detail to memory, every expression and every little sound Dean makes, the way he chews on his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud when Castiel squeezes, the way his mouth falls open on a moan when Castiel pulls, the way his eyes roll back when Castiel's wingtip comes in from behind and slides between his legs to caress his balls. That's what does Dean in, and his body jerks one more time as he sinks his teeth into Castiel's shoulder and comes all over him.
Neither of them move or say anything for awhile, both content to lean there together despite all the stickiness, despite knowing a worried Sam will show up at any minute, and wait for their pants to slow to even breaths. Castiel basks in this moment, feels sated and comfortable and close to this human in a way that makes him need to turn his head so he can see Dean's face. Dean gives him a smile, small and weak but genuine, and it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
fin.
Title: Hard and Fast
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,300
Notes: This is an outtake from Where All Paths Lead, though it can be read as a stand-alone PWPish thing. For
darksilvercat, who requested a series of porny one-shots based on part of that fic. This is the second, though really I've dropped the pretense of going in any sort of order at all.Summary: It will happen everywhere: against the wall (hard and fast), in Dean's car (quiet enough so Sam won't hear from the motel), on a grassy hill that wouldn't still be there if it weren't for them (breathless and intoxicated on triumph), in the ruins of a town they fail to save (dirty and desperate).
Castiel hasn't been able to stop thinking about sex. It has been over a week since Dean touched him, put his hands and mouth on Castiel and made his body arch and shudder. Over a week since Castiel trapped Dean in his wings and made him thrash and beg and come so hard he passed out. Now that Castiel knows how Dean can make him feel and what Dean looks like in his unguarded moments of helpless ecstasy, it consumes him. He wants to experience it again with an intensity he shouldn't be capable of, and that should disturb him a lot more than it does.
What shouldn't disturb him as much as it does is Dean's avoidance. Dean hasn't looked him in the eye since it happened, and he has been especially reluctant to let Sam out of his sight, even for a few minutes. It's almost as if he is using his brother's presence as a shield against Castiel, and Castiel's irritation has been growing. He doesn't appreciate childish games.
Dean and Sam are at a bar. Dean has a female hanging off each arm and as far as Castiel can see from his shadowy corner, Sam is mostly just shuffling his feet and drinking beer. Not that Castiel is looking at Sam much, not when Dean is there, all fluid movements and too-wide grins and when he throws his head back to down a shot, Castiel remembers the taste of that smooth expanse of skin on the side of his neck. It does nothing to improve his mood. Eventually Sam finishes his beer, manages to catch Dean's eye for a moment, and jerks his thumb in the direction of the restroom. Then he is gone, and Dean is alone (with the exception of the females, who don't count), and Castiel pauses to appreciate Sam's bladder.
As he strides through the bodies and across the bar, all the lights in the room fizzle and spark and go out, and even the music dies because Castiel decides he doesn't like Beyoncé. The confusion that follows is loud and messy, and it's easy to grip Dean tight by the shoulder and drag him out the back door. Dean swears at him and struggles and stumbles, but Castiel keeps him upright, keeps him walking.
Then they are alone outside in the cool, midnight air, and Castiel pushes Dean against the wall of the building and uses his own body weight to keep him there. They are touching from hips to feet, and Castiel thinks pants were an asinine invention, really. If all paths didn't lead to the same destination he might be tempted to go back and make sure it never happened, but it did, and he can't.
"You've been avoiding me," he says evenly, close enough that his breath brushes against Dean's bottom lip, and Dean draws that lip into his mouth and bites it a little before he realizes what he's doing.
He glares at Castiel, furious, but he has stopped struggling. Castiel thinks that perhaps it's because he has already begun to harden against Castiel's hip and he knows struggling would only make the problem, ah, bigger. "Most people I sleep with get the hint when I don't call," Dean says scathingly. He gets harder anyway.
Castiel's eyes narrow. "I am not most people."
"And that gives you the right to abduct me from bars?"
"I don't know about rights, Dean," Castiel replies slowly, thoughtfully. "It is enough that I can."
"Bloody friggin' angel," Dean mutters darkly, and he doesn't quite meet Castiel's eyes. "It never should have happened, it didn't happen, okay?"
Castiel tilts his head, leans even closer, impossibly close. "You regret it?"
"Yes, I fuckin' regret it, now let me go," Dean snaps, and Castiel isn't supposed to have feelings, but he does, and they hurt.
He lets Dean go and steps back and says only, "I don't."
Dean moves fast for someone so drunk, growls and grabs Castiel by the shoulders and whirls them around until their positions are switched and now Castiel is the one being shoved against the wall with Dean's face mere inches from his. He blinks. "Why not?" Dean demands, angry and confused and something else Castiel would be able to put his finger on if only Dean would remove his thigh from Castiel's crotch and give him back his ability to concentrate. "Why the fuck wouldn't you regret having done that with--" he breaks off, sucks in a harsh breath, continues, "You're a goddamn angel, Cas, and I'm just -- I'm not -- you're not supposed to -- what if you--"
And Castiel understands, in a rush through the heat and the haze, and says, "Shut up, Dean."
Dean shuts up. And then he doesn't shut up, because there are small strangled noises in the back of his throat when he crashes their mouths together, kisses Castiel so hard he wonders if Dean is trying to eat him (he does enjoy eating, Castiel has noted). Castiel kisses him back, just as hard but with a more focused intensity, painting words like worth and everything and mine and yours into Dean's mouth with his tongue, willing him to get it.
And maybe Dean does get it, because he starts shaking and fumbling with Castiel's tie and buttons and belt. Then his hands are everywhere, touching Castiel's skin as though he has been just as starved for this as Castiel has, and if his erection is anything to go by maybe it's true. Castiel's eyes fall shut and his breath escapes him on a soft "Oh" when Dean's warm hand slides into his underwear and closes around his cock, squeezes it hard and strokes it fast and rubs its head with his thumb.
He reaches for Dean's pants, drags the zipper down over that hard bulge, and secretly thrills in the way Dean presses it into his hand. Then that hand is on Dean's cock, too, and Castiel has to try very, very hard to match Dean, stroke for stroke. Sometimes he falls behind because Dean does that with his fingers and Castiel is too busy thrusting into his hand -- too busy feeling -- to remember to copy it, but then sometimes it's Dean who moans into his ear and shudders and goes still for that brief moment before he bucks his hips and drives Castiel harder into the wall. Sometimes they both forget themselves and are reduced to a couple of sweaty bodies against the wall, grinding and writhing together in hot pleasure.
Castiel comes with an undignified whimper, spilling into Dean's hand in pulse after pulse and still unable to stop his body from squirming between the hard wall and the hard hand. It takes Dean a little longer because he's drunk, but Castiel doesn't mind because it gives him a chance to open his eyes and really look. He commits every detail to memory, every expression and every little sound Dean makes, the way he chews on his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud when Castiel squeezes, the way his mouth falls open on a moan when Castiel pulls, the way his eyes roll back when Castiel's wingtip comes in from behind and slides between his legs to caress his balls. That's what does Dean in, and his body jerks one more time as he sinks his teeth into Castiel's shoulder and comes all over him.
Neither of them move or say anything for awhile, both content to lean there together despite all the stickiness, despite knowing a worried Sam will show up at any minute, and wait for their pants to slow to even breaths. Castiel basks in this moment, feels sated and comfortable and close to this human in a way that makes him need to turn his head so he can see Dean's face. Dean gives him a smile, small and weak but genuine, and it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
fin.
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Date: 2009-01-08 08:00 am (UTC)*dies of laughter* I see what you did thar!
Castiel kisses him back, just as hard but with a more focused intensity, painting words like worth and everything and mine and yours into Dean's mouth with his tongue,
Um...guh. Yeah, those words? Perfection.
it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
Castiel and every other fangirl. I love this bit of sweet 'aww' affection after the hot sex.
Oh, wow. Forceful and pushy Castiel absolutely does it for me. That he's the one pursuing Dean, throwing him against walls...umm where was I?
Right.
This was so much more powerful because of the feelings that you showed between them. I like porn well enough but when it's porn and emotions that's just the best ever, for me.
Dean's worry, trying to push Castiel away (for his own good) though it's obvious he wants to do anything but and Castiel's preoccupation with showing Dean his feelings...
Completely awesome!
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:39 pm (UTC)The end turned out to be schmoopier than I'd intended, but I'm glad you enjoyed it! ♥
Forceful and pushy Castiel absolutely does it for me.
That makes two of us, or two thousand, whatever, yes, this. omgCastiel.
THANK YOU so much for the awesome review, I'm totally thrilled you liked it so much! :D :D
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Date: 2009-01-08 08:01 am (UTC)I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2009-01-08 08:17 am (UTC)So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
Is so extremely romantic! It's beautiful. I love the feeling I get from this fic, the stress I feel for Castiel and the joy I feel for both of them by the end. Very good flow and control of the emotional content.
Thank you for sharing!
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:12 am (UTC)and what Dean looks like in his unguarded moments of helpless ecstasy, it consumes him.
*dies picturing that mental image*
He doesn't appreciate childish games.
Oh, YES! SO perfectly Castiel! *flails*
"You've been avoiding me," he says evenly, close enough that his breath brushes against Dean's bottom lip, and Dean draws that lip into his mouth and bites it a little before he realizes what he's doing.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
And Castiel understands, in a rush through the heat and the haze, and says, "Shut up, Dean."
Dean shuts up. And then he doesn't shut up, because there are small strangled noises in the back of his throat when he crashes their mouths together, kisses Castiel so hard he wonders if Dean is trying to eat him (he does enjoy eating, Castiel has noted). Castiel kisses him back, just as hard but with a more focused intensity, painting words like worth and everything and mine and yours into Dean's mouth with his tongue, willing him to get it.
OMFG, soooooo beautifully HOT..
It takes Dean a little longer because he's drunk, but Castiel doesn't mind because it gives him a chance to open his eyes and really look. He commits every detail to memory, every expression and every little sound Dean makes, the way he chews on his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud when Castiel squeezes, the way his mouth falls open on a moan when Castiel pulls, the way his eyes roll back when Castiel's wingtip comes in from behind and slides between his legs to caress his balls. That's what does Dean in, and his body jerks one more time as he sinks his teeth into Castiel's shoulder and comes all over him.
Oh man, just no words for the beauty and awesomeness of these lines. All that insane glorious love....and you even included a bit of wing!porn!! YOU HAVE KILLED ME DEAD! You rock so hard.
I adore biting too...:P
Dean gives him a smile, small and weak but genuine, and it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ♥! Sheer sweet PERFECTION *claps hands* Dean's freckles!! ♥! *LOVE*
I feel insanely happy now, bb, more so than I already did! THANK YOU, I simply LOVED this <333333333333333333333333!
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:47 pm (UTC)But YAY, I'm so happy you liked this one! It ended up being schmoopier than it should have been, perhaps, but I'm relieved it still turned out okay!
Omgyes, biting and wingporn are two of my favorite things ever, so I'm glad to see I'm not alone in that, heh. XD
I THOUGHT OF YOU, ACTUALLY, WHEN WRITING THE FRECKLES BIT. Because you are always gushing about his freckles. So, thank you for the inspiration, I guess? :">!
And thank you, as always, for leaving me such an awesome review! I am insanely happy now too! <333333333333333333333333333333!
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:33 am (UTC)For some reason this line: And Castiel understands, in a rush through the heat and the haze, and says, "Shut up, Dean." ...did funny things to me. I think I like it when Castiel gets all masterful like that. Him telling Dean to shut up is just HOT!
Thanks for this; hot and sexy and gorgeous and bloody perfect.
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:48 pm (UTC)Thrilled you liked this, as always, THANK YOU! ♥
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:35 am (UTC)♥♥♥
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:40 am (UTC)As he strides through the bodies and across the bar, all the lights in the room fizzle and spark and go out, and even the music dies because Castiel decides he doesn't like Beyoncé
I think I broke a rib while laughing.
(...I don't like Beyoncé too...*runs*)
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Date: 2009-01-08 09:45 am (UTC)Srsly.
I mean someone who can start a fic with this?
Castiel hasn't been able to stop thinking about sex.
Is definitely on my most-awesome list.
And jealous!possessive!Castiel is always full of hotness and win.
Not to mention the fact that you've somehow given Sam's bladder a life of it's own. Truly, truly brilliant!
even the music dies because Castiel decides he doesn't like Beyoncé.
I LOL'd so hard.
And then seconds later?
The confusion that follows is loud and messy, and it's easy to grip Dean tight by the shoulder and drag him out the back door. Dean swears at him and struggles and stumbles, but Castiel keeps him upright, keeps him walking.
OMG agressive!dominant!Castiel FTMFW! \o/
And of course wall-slamming! I love me some wall-slamming! \o/\o/\o/
Castiel thinks pants were an asinine invention, really. If all paths didn't lead to the same destination he might be tempted to go back and make sure it never happened, but it did, and he can't.
NO BUT SRSLY I LOVE YOU!!!
"You've been avoiding me," he says evenly, close enough that his breath brushes against Dean's bottom lip, and Dean draws that lip into his mouth and bites it a little before he realizes what he's doing.
FANDOM NEEDS MORE OF THIS!!!
And I love Dean regretting what he did and Castiel being all confuzzled as to why and his feelings get hurt and I love it!!!
And more wall-slamming! \o/ this is so totally made of win!!!
"Why not?" Dean demands, angry and confused and something else Castiel would be able to put his finger on if only Dean would remove his thigh from Castiel's crotch and give him back his ability to concentrate.
Pffft, who needs concentration?!
And Castiel understands, in a rush through the heat and the haze, and says, "Shut up, Dean."
YAY CASTIEL!!! I love it when he isn't painted as a total woman being led along by Dean. It's always nice to see him have a little angel!power and authority still.
And how do you make me go from:
kisses Castiel so hard he wonders if Dean is trying to eat him (he does enjoy eating, Castiel has noted).
LOL no kidding!
To:
Castiel kisses him back, just as hard but with a more focused intensity, painting words like worth and everything and mine and yours into Dean's mouth with his tongue, willing him to get it.
*whimpers and heartmelts*
so damn fast???
Also, the angel!porn is made of brainmelting hotness as always. You are a true master of angst, smut and writing Castiel as an ANGEL but with feelings that he may not always fully understand. I love it SO much.
Castiel basks in this moment, feels sated and comfortable and close to this human in a way that makes him need to turn his head so he can see Dean's face. Dean gives him a smile, small and weak but genuine, and it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
Guh!!! Just so heartmeltingly awesome and pretty!!!
Looking forward to the next two and can I hazard a guess that one of the reasons for today being so good had something to do with a certain interview with a certain writer regarding a certain angel we all know and love?
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:59 pm (UTC)*g* Also my favorite starting line so far, yes. XD
LOL, omg, I couldn't resist bringing Sam's bladder back, it was just too good to pass up. :))
It seems like a lot of people are enjoying the harder (heh), more authoritative Castiel, which makes me immensely happy because man, I was starting to think I was in the minority what with all the soft, puppy-like Castiels I see around. So yay, I'm glad you liked it! The wall-slamming too, I love it so much I had to write it twice in one fic, hahahha.
Awww, you flatter me so much, seriously. :"> I'm incredibly tickled something I wrote can pull such emotions from you! THANK YOU, thank you, you make me SO HAPPY. !!! ♥
Ahahahahha, omgyes, yes yes yes, I was actually in the middle of writing this when I saw the interview, and I spent so long squeeing all over the place that I almost didn't finish the fic. And if the last half of it is so much schmoopier than the first half, well, you know why. :))
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:01 pm (UTC)Ah, man, it's such a relief to hear that, thank you! ♥ And hahha, romantic!Castiel isn't something I've really given much thought to, but I guess he kinda is here, huh. I think I like that. :)
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:42 am (UTC)I like seeing Castiel pursuing this new feeling with Dean, just that need and feel driving him crazy, such a human response and they're both so sexually frustrated and in need of that release. And it's understandable how you wrote it, Castiel finding that new sensation that while he's not supposed to feel, he does, and Dean rationalizing it that he regrets, even if he doesn't really. They're both so angsty and filled with want and something of confusion of what they previously had done that this was seen as the reassurance that neither would be alone with that feeling.
Also, I really do find up-against-the-wall sexing very hot. So the image of Castiel shoving Dean against the wall, and then Dean turning to push him against the wall before their heavily makeout/sex session, just made it even better. Oh yes. Plus the ending was beautiful, Castiel savoring all of Dean in his unguarded moments. Nice and so cute.
I am loving these little pieces, and can't wait for moar! ♥ :D
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:07 pm (UTC)Your analysis of them goes deeper than even what I saw when I wrote this, and that really sort of floors me, omg. Especially that last bit about the reassurance that neither would be alone in their feelings, that's perfect and so fitting and makes me wish I'd thought of that. :)) ♥
I've got a serious thing for wall!sex, omg, so much so that I had to have them both do it in one fic, hahahha. Glad you enjoyed it too!
<333333333333333333 Ilu, THANK YOU again!
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Date: 2009-01-08 02:57 pm (UTC)This was sexy and forceful and hot and YES. The line that got me, though (got The Eyebrow up and put me at attention) was:
"I don't know about rights, Dean," Castiel replies slowly, thoughtfully. "It is enough that I can."
Castiel *is* an angel of authority, power, and no small amount of human mannerisms and affects already. I *love* that he does not 'appreciate childish games'. You're almost too good at this. (Don't stop!)
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:12 pm (UTC)Aww. :">! Thank you so much, there will be more! I hope it won't disappoint, heh.
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Date: 2009-01-08 02:58 pm (UTC)Also, I love Castiel in this and I hate Beyonce too and this was pretty hot. And Dean made me sad. He needs some self-worth therapy. Or sex, I guess the sex worked, maybe that would work for me!!
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:15 pm (UTC)No, no, see, that's how it was SUPPOSED to be, you're the awesome writer who writes stuff, and I'm the.. you know, engineer. :| Anyhow, I didn't even start writing till recently, and I think reading all of your gorgeous stuff made me a better writer. By the way you got a few more comments on your fic, in case you didn't see.
Mmmm, yes, sex is glorious, especially when it's with Castiel.
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Date: 2009-01-08 03:25 pm (UTC)Not that Castiel is looking at Sam much, not when Dean is there, all fluid movements and too-wide grins and when he throws his head back to down a shot, Castiel remembers the taste of that smooth expanse of skin on the side of his neck.
Oh, the images in my head that induced. Guh. Then there was this:
"You've been avoiding me," he says evenly, close enough that his breath brushes against Dean's bottom lip, and Dean draws that lip into his mouth and bites it a little before he realizes what he's doing.
Yet again you created an image which caused me to fan myself, bb. And finally, there's this:
Dean gives him a smile, small and weak but genuine, and it is a smile that Castiel would slow time for. So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
*kitsu's heart proceeds to melt*
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:19 pm (UTC)It makes me happy like you have no idea that you apparently pictured those moments so vividly, cause I'm betting they were the exact same images I had in my head when I was trying to write them!
And hahahha, oh man, the ending turned out way schmoopier than I'd intended, in large part because I read that interview halfway through. :)) I had a feeling I might hate it a bit when I woke up this morning, but I didn't, and I'm relieved you liked it too! ♥
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Date: 2009-01-08 04:47 pm (UTC)THAT WAS..UGh! SO GOOD!
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-08 05:51 pm (UTC)Heh...Castiel's not the only one.
Actually, I like a few songs, but that's not the point, LOLThat line is priceless, though!Wow...this was totally hot, very well done! I'm gonna go read your other fic you linked to now!
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, I hope it doesn't/didn't disappoint! :">
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Date: 2009-01-08 06:31 pm (UTC)LOVE,
ME
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:22 pm (UTC)♥!
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Date: 2009-01-08 07:54 pm (UTC)im sho happy >_________< !!
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-08 08:06 pm (UTC)That was so intense and beautiful, and the last line is a killer. I love it.
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Date: 2009-01-08 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 02:59 am (UTC)i love this!
last paragraph made my heart melt
♥
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 04:14 am (UTC)That was just so hot and lovely! Dean/Castiel + wall sex = HOTPORN! :D
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Date: 2009-01-09 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 05:38 am (UTC)this is very very hot.
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Date: 2009-01-09 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-09 05:59 am (UTC)So he does, if only because he suddenly wants to count the freckles on Dean's face.
*melts onto the floor*
WONDERFUL job. I loved this! :)
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Date: 2009-01-09 04:58 pm (UTC)