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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Charlie_Bradbury, Anna_Milton, Meg_Masters
  Additional Tags:
      Twink_Castiel, Older_Dean, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Alfie_is_a_Dog,
      Masturbation, Needy_Castiel, Slutty_Castiel, Top_Dean, Bottom_Castiel,
      Bottoming_from_the_Top, Drunk_Castiel, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Multiple
      Orgasms, Age_Difference, Dirty_Talk, Horny_Castiel, Horny_Teenager
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-08 Words: 3215
****** Dog Sitting ******
by casstayinmyass
Summary
     Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester's teenage neighbor, comes over to
     babysit his dog for the weekend. When Dean gets back, he sees Cas has
     discovered the liquor cabinet, and with Cas drunk and horny and
     staring at him like that, it's becoming harder and harder to resist
     temptation.
Notes
     Based on a tumblr prompt by quadreel :)
"I appreciate this, Cas. I really do."
Dean smiled as he grabbed his coat, and 17 year old Castiel Novak smiled back
with a cute little wave. "It's no problem whatsoever, Mr. Winchester," he said,
scratching the head of the dog he would be looking after for the weekend.
Dean was his 32 year old neighbor, and he was super, super hot. What Dean
didn't know is that Cas had a huge crush on him. He didn't know that when his
two older brothers, who had guardianship over him due to an unstable dad were
gone, Cas loved to imagine Dean's big, thick cock in his ass, using his pink
dildo to pretend it was him. He was horny all the time for him due to teenage
hormones, especially when he got home from cheerleading practice and was
wearing his uniform- he liked to think of Dean wriggling his booty shorts down
and taking him over a table.
Dean nodded once, checking that he had everything, and then with one last
goodbye, Cas was alone.
A couple of hours later, he was sitting on Dean's couch, chatting on his phone
in a four way call.
"Yeah... his house," he grinned, biting his lip.
"No way," Charlie's voice came over the line.
"Seriously?" Anna squealed, and Meg laughed.
"You gonna fuck him?" the brunette asked, and Cas licked his lips.
"I dunno. He's gone for two days, so when he gets back, who knows what could
happen?"
"That's the spirit," Charlie smiled.
After he had hung up, it was pretty late, so he decided to go to bed. He
really, really wanted to sleep in Dean's bed, but he had already set up on the
pull out couch, and it would also be pretty awkward if he slept in his bed
alone. "Night, Alfie," he said, scratching the dog's ears. Alfie curled up at
his feet with a contented sigh.
The next day was filled with basic, generic dog care, and Cas was pretty bored
already.
On the third day, when Dean was supposed to come back, Cas looked at the time:
4 in the afternoon. Dean wasn't due home until 8. So he sat around for a while,
and as night fell, he began to get restless...
He wandered around the house, wondering why he hadn't done so before. He saw
all kinds of different things Dean had and kept, and Cas was in awe of what the
man was interested in. He had lots of classic rock albums, and some...
interesting choices on his movie shelf.
Well, he's single, Cas thought, and he certainly doesn't expect his dog-sitting
neighbor to snoop through his stuff, he thought as he turned over a DVD copy of
Casa Erotica: Pizza Man Gang Bang edition. It turned Cas on to think Dean got
off watching what he was holding. He imagined him, tired after a long work day
at- wherever he worked, he assumed it was a garage or something due to all the
tools he had lying around- sitting down on the couch, winding down by watching
porn and jacking off.
He had to fight not to get hard picturing it, cause he didn't really feel like
touching himself in Dean's place with no one there to watch him.
Then, he found the liquor cabinet. Cas grinned wickedly as he opened it,
looking at the bottles. There was whiskey, and Scotch, and vodka, even
something called Sambuka... Cas eyed the whiskey.
What harm could come of it? He would only have a little, Dean wouldn't even
notice any was gone. Plus, this was exhilarating.
He took the bottle out, and opened the lid, drinking straight from it. His face
twisted up as the burning liquid ran down his throat, and he swallowed.
He took another swig, because, hey... this was even more fun than he had
thought! It was getting harder and harder to stop drinking from the bottle,
since he was getting drunker and drunker, but it was a feeling he was actually
taking a liking to.
Soon, he was stumbling, mere unreachable drops left in the bottle. Cas was
delirious, and he could hardly see straight, giggling and swinging his feet off
the side of the sofa as he hung his head upside down. Then he remembered he was
in Dean's house... the guy he had masturbated to so many times... he was in his
house. It hit him as if he hadn't been dog-sitting for the weekend.
He was so drunk...
Then the door opened -god help Cas, the door opened- and in walked Dean.
"Hey Cas, how'd the weekend go?" he asked. He looked around for Alfie, and saw
him sound asleep in his bed by the kitchen.
Cas scrambled up, and walked a little closer, until he was in Dean's personal
bubble. "It was... really good," he slurred, leaning in. Dean smelled like
cigarettes and a musky aftershave that had Cas even more drunk than he
currently was.
"Are you... alright?" Dean asked, brow furrowing as he regarded the boy,
backing up a little.
"I'm... just...fine," Cas said, batting his eyelashes prettily at him. He
stretched his flexible, gymnastic body a little, and made a little noise as he
did so. Dean swallowed as he saw the taught flesh of Cas' pale, smooth neck
exposed.
Cas caught him staring. "See something you like, Mr. Winchester?" He grinned,
putting a finger in his mouth and sucking on it.
"Uhhh... " Dean muttered, feeling his dick harden faster than it had ever
before.
"You can have me, you know," Cas slurred, "Bend me over a desk or fuck me into
a mattress, I don't care... I just want you huge, big, delicious cock in me...
or better, my mouth."
Dean closed his eyes. "Cas, you're drunk. You must'a found the booze cabinet,
huh?"
"Are you mad? Are you gonna punish me? Oh god, please punish me, Mr.
Winchester," Cas all but moaned, and it took every ounce of restraint Dean had
to hold back.
"No Cas, I'm not mad. I think it's time for you to go to bed, though."
"Buuut, I don't want to go to bed... I'm so hard, Dean... what am I gonna do
about it?" The teenager palmed at the bulge in his little booty shorts,
groaning in frustration.
Dean sighed. "I don't know, man, but just... look, you're too far gone to know
what you're saying. Let's get you home- wait, are your brothers home?" Cas
shook his head.
"They're out like I am," he winked, insinuating his extremely open sexuality.
Dean sighed again. "Okay, well… I guess you can sleep in the guest bedroom. I
want to make sure you're alright overnight, I don't want you to choke on your
own vomit or something."
"I want to choke on something else," Cas mumbled, "I want to taste nothing but
your cum for hours." Dean felt his cock twitch. This boy had the dirtiest mouth
he had ever heard when he was drunk.
"You know what I do when I'm alone, Mr. Winchester?" Cas went on, and Dean
wasn't sure he wanted to find out. "I shove a dildo up my ass and pretend it's
you fucking me," the boy slurred, grinning hazily and tracing his fingers along
Dean's jaw, "And I aaaalways come all over myself thinking of you-"
"Okay, that's enough," Dean said firmly, guiding Cas upstairs, "You need some
rest, you're smashed. Sleep it off... night, Cas," Dean said, leaving Cas in a
moaning mess of hormones and delusion.
As he shut the kid's door, Dean had to lean back against a wall for moment.
What Cas had said to him... well, Dean felt partially bad for him, since he was
sure Cas would be embarrassed about all this when he sobered up. He had always
taken a liking to his neighbor... and even though the kid had a flawless figure
and was everything Dean wanted, he had pushed those feelings down, even while
knowing Cas had a crush.
But on the other hand, everything he had said was so god damn hot, and now,
Dean had a raging erection. He made his way to the shower.
With one last glance to the guest room to make sure the door was closed, Dean
closed the door to the bathroom, taking his shirt off and wasting no time in
un-buckling his pants. His dick smacked up against his abdomen as he thumbed
his boxers off, and he whimpered softly as he realized just how hard he was.
The boxers were discarded quickly, and he stepped into the shower, turning on
the cool water.
He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to all gods ever for his hard on to go
down. He breathed in slowly, then out, trying to calm himself down. But every
time he tried to remind himself how wrong this was, he kept hearing Cas telling
him what he did imagining him... and that got him thinking of pounding the dick
that Cas wanted so much into his tight hole and getting lost in Cas' obscene
moans.
Well. So much for shivering his erection away. With a reluctant sigh, Dean
turned the knob to the left, increasing the heat. He groaned a little as the
hot water worked its way into his muscles, and his hand wrapped around his now
swollen, red cock, deftly pumping the hard flesh.
He moaned as his fist tightened, twisting and jerking slowly. He imagined
thrusting into Cas, deep, deeper, making the boy whine and beg for an explosive
orgasm he knows Dean could give him.
He moaned, low in the bottom of his chest, imagining Cas' wicked lips curled up
in a grin, that is, until Dean slammed particularly hard, and his face would
twist into pure ecstasy.
"Cas..." he murmured, unable to keep his mouth shut. He let out another deep
groan as his hand found rhythm, his cock starting to throb as he neared his
climax. "Come on..." he muttered, wincing, "Come on!" He hissed, jerking
himself faster. He just wanted, needed to get off.
He thrust into his fist, rutting his hips against the tiled shower wall. His
head rolled forward, forehead pressed against the wall as the steamy water
pounded against his back.
His stomach tightened, and his primal instincts kicked in, rutting and jerking
himself as his orgasm approached. He thumbed over his slit a couple of times.
"Yeah... fuck, yeah... god damn, Cas, love your ass... wanna come in your
ass... fuccck..."
With one last drag of a thumb over his slit, Dean was shooting cum all over the
wall in thick spurts, rocking into his hand.
He panted, evenly moaning gently, so as not to wake Cas. When the high slowly
dissipated, his cock gave one last valiant twitch before he went limp again,
breathing shallow.
"Fuck," he muttered, rinsing off quickly and turning the shower off. It felt
really good to get off like that, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. This
was histeenage neighbor.... he had tried to keep things strictly platonic,
but... god...
He frowned as he scratched his stomach, and grabbed a towel, running it over
his short, dirty blonde hair. He would still keep it platonic. He couldn't
cross that line, even if Cas was willing to.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, huffing a sigh, and opened the bathroom
door.
Then he stopped short.
Cas was standing in the hallway, wearing one of Dean's oversized T-shirts and
looking sexy as hell in it.
"C-Cas," Dean asked shakily, rubbing the back of his head. "Dean," Cas
breathed, and Dean's eyes hesitantly dropped down to Cas' crotch area, where
his bulge was still filling out the material of the shirt against it. Dean
breathed out. "Uhm... y-you need the shower... or anything?"
Cas shook his head silently, and as he advanced on the older man, Dean watched
as he swung his hips sultrily and licked his pink lips... He knew he was done
for.
"You know what I need," Cas said, voice just above a whisper, and Dean let out
a huff.
"Cas, you don't need... you don't need me. You could find anyone... anyone
better. I'm sure you've got guys crawling all over you," he tried. Especially
with a sex drive like yours, he thought to himself as he bit his lip.
Cas shook his head again, getting closer. "But I want you," he emphasized,
ghosting his lips up to touch Dean's neck, "I want you so bad, Dean... take
care of me... I need you to take care of me... oh," he moaned, rubbing his
crotch against Dean's hip, and Jesus Christ, Dean was getting hard again.
Dean grimaced, swearing softly, then he cupped Cas' cheeks, pulling their lips
up to meet. Dean could feel Cas' satisfied smile, the cheeky little bastard.
They continued to kiss, Cas leading them over blindly to the sofa. He pushed
Dean down, and watched as Dean's chest rose and fell, anticipating the
inevitable.
Then Dean had to pinch himself to see if he wasn't dreaming as Cas knelt
between his legs, parting his knees as he pulled the towel off slowly. Dean's
hard on was already poking against the material, so when the material brushed
against the sensitive head of his cock, he let out a groan.
Wordlessly, Cas leaned forward, and started lapping at the underside of his
shaft, lightly closing his mouth around the tip. "Ohffh, fuck," Dean panted
out, eyes sliding shut as Cas went to work on him.
"So big," Cas muttered around him, and Dean looked down to be rewarded with the
fatally sexy sight of Cas sitting there, hair slightly mussed, with his cock in
his mouth.
"Fuckin' hell, Cas," Dean muttered.
"So...so big," Cas continued, "Just as I imagined..."
"Mmph," Dean strangled out, and without warning, Cas sucked him down, as far
back into his throat as he would go, and his fingers began jacking Dean in the
area his mouth couldn't close around.
"Shit... shit, how are you so good at this?" Dean asked gruffly. Cas shrugged
coyly, batting his pretty eyelashes up at him.
Dean's mouth formed an O.
"I bet you give blow jobs to everyone who looks hot, huh? I bet you blow every
god damn boy you think's got a nice ass, or a six pack, maybe." Cas hummed
around him.
"I do... I'm a dirty little slut, Dean," he said, hollowing his cheeks.
"Yeah... yeah, you are," Dean said, "Your brothers know how much of a slut you
are?" Cas grinned.
"They have no idea... they think I'm a prude little bookworm, who sits in the
library all day."
Dean grinned too. "Yeah, I bet they think that... well, you're my little slut
right now."
Cas moaned, and he began to rub his own dick against the couch in need of
friction. Dean moved his knee slightly so Cas had something to rut against, and
Cas was grateful, letting out a happy moan. Cas swallowed a few times, and
Dean's hand flew to his head, latching onto his hair; he wasn't necessarily
controlling what Cas did with his mouth, just hanging on for the ride.
Cas continued to deep throat him, and he was furiously rubbing his hand against
his crotch as he sucked. If he continued like this, Dean was going to come
fast.
"Cas... gonna... gonna come," he panted. Cas smiled, and let his heavy cock sit
in his mouth, flattening his tongue. Then he gently licked stripe after stripe
along the vein on the side, rolling the underside of his tongue over the head
slowly, and Dean was done for.
"Cas- Cas, I'm- oh, shit!" He tried to jerk Cas' face off of him before he blew
his load, but Cas seemed content to stay, and Dean couldn't hold on any longer,
coming hard all over the teenager's face. Cas kept his mouth open, and even
returned to suck Dean through the last of his orgasm. Dean's hips smacked up a
few times, and he collapsed back, heaving.
But Cas didn't remove his mouth... he continued to tease his length again, and
Dean frowned. Three times?
Then he looked down, and realized Cas hadn't come yet, as he was still rutting
against the couch with a pained expression. Dean motioned for him to climb onto
his lap, and Cas did so, lifting up his shirt.
With the boy's legs tucked beside him, Dean lifted him a little, and guided his
already half-hard again cock to Cas' opening. Fuck, this was a damn miracle-
Dean must’ve been Cas’ age the last time he could get it up three times in a
row.
 He gave Cas two fingers to suck, and he did it eagerly, coating them with
saliva. Dean then worked them into his hole gently, and Cas moaned, bouncing on
top of him. Dean could see his cock swollen and ready against his stomach.
"Alright... I'm gonna take care of you," he said, slicking his length, and Cas
lowered down onto him, making Dean see stars at how tight and warm he was. The
slide was easy, and Cas was shaking, needing to come so badly.
"Please, Mr. Winchester," Cas said, averting back to his formal name, and Dean
groaned, pushing upward into Cas. He felt himself hard for a third time that
night, which was miraculous, even for him, but it had happened, and now, he
focused on the one thing that mattered- getting Cas off and giving him the best
orgasm of his life.
"Ah... ohhh," Cas moaned, riding him now, gripping Dean's arms and forcing
himself down onto Dean's dick. It was stretching him, and it burned, but he
loved it.
"You like taking my cock?" Dean asked. Cas nodded frantically.
"Oh, it's so huge..."
"You're taking it so good, baby," Dean assured softly.
Cas threw his head back, riding Dean harder, grinding his hips down faster, and
Dean knew he was close again. Again. Shit, this was embarrassing!
"I... I... oh, I'm going to come," Cas mumbled, bouncing faster, more urgently,
"Please make me come, Mr. Winchester..." With a couple more thrusts, Cas cried
out, come shooting all over his chest.
Dean came along with him, his cock twitching and spilling as Cas' hole started
fluttering and clamping around him.
They both panted together, Cas falling on top, and Dean wiped his forehead,
closing his eyes. "Thank you," Cas smiled sultrily. Dean smirked, wiping Cas'
spending with his towel.
"Anytime," Dean murmured, running a hand through the boy's hair.
He couldn't help it... despite how cheeky, conniving, and how much of a tease
he was, the kid was undeniably endearing... and Dean could get used to this.
"You'd better be getting home," Dean said, and Cas pouted. "I was thinking I
could stay the night... I'll make up some excuse tomorrow morning when my
brothers get home. On one condition," he smiled, ghosting his lips over Dean's
nose.
"Yeah?"
"I get to sleep in your bed."
"In my arms?"
"In your arms."
Dean grinned, planting a reciprocation kiss on his cheek. "I'll lead the way."
And they smiled- Cas finally got what he wanted with Dean, but he was far, far
from finished with him.
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