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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Age_Difference,
      Oral_Sex, Comeplay, Come_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-27 Words: 1684
****** I Guess I'll Try My Luck With You ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     The thought of Castiel naked and on his knees was enough to get Dean
     almost painfully hard and certainly was part of the fantasies he
     jerked off to in the privacy of his room, but Castiel naked and on
     his knees and sucking Dean’s cock like its the only thing in the
     world that matters was almost enough to have Dean coming in his pants
     like an inexperienced teenager.
Notes
     completely unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.
     (it is mentioned that cas is 13 in this fic but deans age isnt
     mentioned although i picture him around 17)
     title comes from the song little sister just because thats what i was
     listening to while i wrote this
“Hey Sammy, get me another slice of pie!” Dean Winchester called out.
“I already told you Dean, you just ate the last piece.” Sam poked his head into
the living room, where Dean was relaxed back on a chair, with Castiel sitting
on the floor between his feet.
“Well go the store then!” Dean whined. “Please Sammy. I’ll do your chores for 3
months, no complaints.”
Sam huffed in disapproval but grabbed his jacket from the arm of the chair
anyway. “You’ll be okay with Dean, won’t you Castiel?” He asked, casting his
eyes down to the floor where the young blue eyed boy sat. He nodded. “I’ll be
half an hour tops.” Sam shouted as he shut the front door behind him.
Castiel turned his attention back to the movie, some crappy western thing Dean
had chosen. The room felt tense without Sam, Castiel’s best friend. He could
almost feel Deans eyes staring at the back of his head. Castiel had been to the
Winchester house plenty of times before, but all of those times he had gone to
Sam's room to play, he’d never been left alone with Dean. Little Castiel Novak
had a crush on Dean Winchester. A big one.
Castiel worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments before
turning around to look straight back at Dean, who was actually openly staring
at him.
“Um..” He began awkwardly.
“You okay sitting down there angel? Theres plenty of room up here if you want.”
Dean asked with a smirk, patting the not so large space in between his thigh
and the arm of the chair. There was another chair in the opposite corner of the
room but Dean didn’t mention it so neither did Castiel.
Castiel took his bottom lip in between his teeth for a few seconds, wondering
why on earth Dean Winchester would want to flirt with his brothers thirteen
year old friend, whether this even counted as flirting, before agreeing and
scrambling into the chair next to Dean, Castiel’s knees tucked up to his chest,
resting slightly on Deans thighs.
“I bet thats comfier isn’t it angel?” Dean said, absently running his fingers
through Castiel’s hair, who let out a small gasp at the contact before relaxing
into it. “You like that huh?”
“Yes Dean.” Castiel sighed, tipping his head further back so it rested on the
back of the chair. This definitely felt like flirting.
Dean moved his fingers from the base of Castiels skull, dragging his blunt
nails down his neck coming to rest at the first knobs of Castiels spine and
causing Castiel to involuntarily shiver and let a quiet moan fall out his
mouth. Dean smirks and chuckles at Castiels obvious discomfort, a slight blush
raising up his cheeks. “You like that too huh?” He asks coyly as he moved
Castiel from his sitting position so he was straddling Deans lap, blatantly
staring at Castiels disheveled appearance; his bright blue eyes wide, cheeks
flushed pink, lips parted, bitten red and that goddamn uncontrollable sex hair.
Dean brought his hands to rest of Castiels narrow hips, rucking his shirt up to
reveal the pale skin beneath. “So beautiful for me, aren’t you Cas?” Dean
murmured as he rocked Castiels hips forward, grinding down on his now growing
erection, eliciting a sharp gasp from the both of them. “This okay?” Judging
from the tent rapidly appearing in Castiels pants, it was going okay.
Castiel nodded his consent before fucking lunging forward, capturing Deans lips
with his own, all the while maintaining the same deadly rhythm of his hips
against Dean. “Off. Off now.” Dean growled, breaking away from the kiss to tug
at the fabric of Castiels shirt, lifting it over his head and dropping it onto
the floor and doing the same with his own shirt. Castiels skin was like fire
beneath his hands and Dean couldn’t resist bending forward and sucking deep
purple marks onto Castiels chest, enjoying the long moans it draws out of the
younger boy.
Suddenly Dean pushed the younger boy off his lap so he was standing trapped
between Deans thighs. “Take the rest of your clothes off and get on your
knees.” Castiel gulped before following Deans order, dumping his jeans and
underwear on the floor in the now growing pile of clothes.
Dean had to bite down hard on his lip to stifle a groan at the sight of the
young boy stood bare before him, a pink flush rising from his chest up to his
cheeks, his lean body almost shaking with anticipation and of course, his
little prick, standing hard and to attention with drops of pre come gathering
at the tip. “Jesus Castiel, you look so beautiful like this for me.” Castiel
blushed even more at Deans praise before dropping to his knees with a dull
thud.
“What do you want me to do Dean?”
Dean had to swallow down a moan just from the sound of the young boys voice,
already sounding totally fucked out. “I want you to take my jeans off and suck
my cock until I come all over your pretty little face, that okay angel?”
To his credit, Castiel only let out a small gasp at Deans concupiscent
language, barely a beat passing before his small fingers get to work on Deans
zipper and dragging the material down and off. To Castiels confusion, Dean
wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“What? You think I haven’t noticed you staring at me every time you come to
play with Sammy? I know you’ve wanted this for a long time baby.” Dean couldn’t
help but grin at the innocent expression on Castiels face.
“I-I’ve never done anything like this before Dean.”
“I know angel. I’ll talk you through it. You need to come closer, put your
hands on me.” Castiel shuffled forward on his knees and placed his hands on
Deans thighs, the simple touch felt like fire burning through both of their
veins. Deans dick was only inches away from Castiels face now, looking flushed
but most importantly very big.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.” Dean reassured Castiel, a
soothing hand petting through the younger boys dark hair. “Don’t try and take
it all at once, just focus on the head at first.”
Dean threaded his fingers through Castiels hair, slowly pulling his head
forward until his lips were resting on the head of Deans cock. “Now, open your
mouth and be careful with your teeth!”
Castiel obeyed Dean, taking just the head into his pretty little mouth, using
his tongue to lap up the first drops of pre-come and relishing in the deep
groans Dean made. “Jesus Cas, your mouth!”
Feeling more confident after Deans praise, Castiel pulled back only to dive
straight back in again, licking a long stripe up the shaft and then placing
little kitten licks over the head, looking up at Dean through his long
eyelashes all the while.
Fuck, it was obvious Dean wouldn’t be lasting very long. Just the thought of
Castiel naked and on his knees was enough to get Dean almost painfully hard and
certainly was part of the fantasies he jerked off to in the privacy of his
room, but Castiel naked and on his knees and sucking Dean’s cock like its the
only thing in the world that matters was almost enough to have Dean coming in
his pants like an inexperienced teenager.
“Yeah Cas, just like that. You’re so good for me baby.” Dean almost growled,
tightening his hold on Castiels hair. “You think you can take more?”
Castiel looked up at Dean, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Of course I can
Dean.”
Dean used Castiels hair to almost drag his lips back over to Deans cock and
almost instantly Castiel wrapped his lips back around his dick, taking over
half the length in one go. “Oh fuck! Cas..” Dean gasped at the feeling of Cas,
tight, hot and wet around his cock. Castiel started bobbing his head up and
down dragging his tongue along Deans length, setting a deadly rhythm that would
have Dean coming in mere minutes.
“You like this don’t you Cas? Look at you on your knees for me, sucking my dick
like your life depends on it. Touch yourself Cas, let me see you come all over
yourself.”
Cas fucking moaned around Deans cock at the words, sounding more like a
pornstar than ever before. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his
little prick stroking himself to the same rhythm as his mouth, his moans
becoming louder and louder, going straight to Deans balls.
“Fuck Cas, I’m gonna..” Dean managed to pull Cas just in time before shooting
his load all over Castiels pretty face with a load groan. At the same time
Castiel also froze, mouth opening in a little ‘o’ of surprise.
“Did..Did you just come?” Dean asked. Castiel nods his head sheepishly looking
up at Dean despite the several streams of come caught on his eyelashes. “Oh
fuck..” Deans dick twitched at the thought of Cas coming relatively untouched,
just from the sensation of sucking cock. “You really are something else Cas.”
Castiel smiled up at Dean, looking fucking gorgeous, his blue eyes open wide,
lips still parted in surprise and the small streams of come decorating his
face. As if sensing Deans thoughts Cas raised a finger and swiped it through
the come on his cheeks, sucking it into his mouth still keeping eye contact
with Dean, who’s dick made another pathetic attempt of getting hard again.
“We’d better be doing this again.” Dean said with a barely suppressed groan.
“Come on, lets get cleaned up.”
***
“Dean? Cas? I’m home!” Sam called from the hall, hanging his jacket up and
entering the living room. Dean and Castiel were sitting exactly where he left
them, Cas crossed legged on the floor and Dean in his armchair.
“Have you guys been okay while I was gone?” Sam asked, chucking a packet of
apple pie at Dean who barely repressed a chuckle.
“Oh yeah...”
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