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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      destiel_-_Fandom, Supernatural, Dean_Winchester_-_Fandom, Castiel_-
      Fandom
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Castiel
  Character:
      Dean_Wincheser, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, virgin, Rockstar_AU, fangirl_au, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-20 Words: 1147
****** Rock Me ******
by thehotinpsychotic
Summary
     Castiel is a famous musician, and he has it all. Money, fans, food...
     well... he hasn't found love. The poor thing's never been kissed. All
     of that changes when he meets a fan named Dean Winchester, the winner
     of a contest to meet Cas.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Thank you, Houston!” Castiel shouts into the microphone. The crowd’s cheering
is enough to make a man deaf as he heads backstage, pulling out his ear plugs
and tossing them to the floor.
“Great show, Cas!” a sound guy compliments.
Castiel can’t hide his smirk. “Thanks, uh… fella.” He makes it backstage and
goes into his dressing room, immediately popping open a bottle of red wine and
taking a swig straight from it.
There’s a knock on the door. Castiel call’s in his gruff voice,
“Come in.”
The door opens, and standing there is a young boy with Cas’s manager, Brad.
He’s wearing a plaid shirt over a grey v neck, and over all of this, a green
military jacket. He has spring green eyes, light freckles, and tan hair styled
up in a way similar to Cas’s, except much shorter. He’s wearing this stupid
grin, which would normally annoy Cas, but for some reason, on this boy, it’s
incredibly endearing.
“Who’s the kid?” Cas asks. He notices heavy combat boots poking from beneath
the boy’s tattered jeans.
“This is Dean Winchester,” Brad replies. “He’s the kid who won the contest.”
Dean glares at Brad, informing, “I’m seventeen.”
“Sorry,” Brad lies. He pats Dean on the shoulder before leaving the room.
Castiel takes a step towards Dean, holding out his hand and greeting, “Hi, I’m
Castiel.”
Dean shakes his hand, and laughs, “As if I don’t know who you are. You’re my
hero!”
“Aw, stop it. You’ll make me blush,” Castiel responds. He looks the boy up and
down, and unconsciously licks his chops. “So, did you enjoy the show?”
“I sure did!” Dean replies excitedly. “Can I just say… I think you’re one of
the best minds of this generation.” He reddens, and then adds, “Not to be weird
or anything.”
Castiel walks past Dean, shutting the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
Dean gulps as he watches Castiel cross the room, shirtless, with his tattoos on
full display. The robin on his hip peering out curiously, and the precise
inscription across his chest making his collarbones and pecs look even daintier
than they normally are. The bottle of red wine swishes inside its container in
Cas’s large hand as he swings it to and fro, finally setting it down on the
table.
Dean, finally building up courage, steps towards Castiel and grabs his
shoulders, confiding, “Cas I… I want to have sex with you.”
Castiel, only 21 and fairly innocent… was actually a virgin. No matter how many
sound guys wanted to fuck him up the ass, no matter how many teenaged girls
creamed their panties to his pictures… nothing could change the fact that he’d
never had sex, never even been kissed.
“Oh,” Castiel replies.
“I want to fuck your brains out,” Dean growls. He takes off his jacket, and
then removes his plaid shirt and tee, his necklace with the strange devil like
symbol on the bottom glistening a ray of light onto his skin. He then undoes
Castiel’s belt, sliding it through the loops. He taps Cas’s ass with the belt
with a grin before tossing it to the side. He tugs down Castiel’s leather
pants, leaving him in his blue and black briefs. He strokes his hand across
Cas’s notable bulge, cupping his balls and giving them a slight squeeze. He
then takes off his own pants and steps out of his black boxer briefs. He pulls
Castiel’s briefs to his ankles, and slams the older man against the wall,
kissing and sucking on his neck.
Castiel moans, and reaches around to grab Dean’s ass, exploring the skin. He
then grips it with both hands, digging his nails in lightly. He moves his hands
all over Dean’s broad, muscled back as Dean licks the lettering inked onto
Cas’s skin.
Castiel rubs his hips up into Dean’s, and the two feel each other get hard.
Dean wraps a large hand around the base of Cas’s cock, and then brings his hand
up to the head, then pulling it back down to the bottom of the shaft. Castiel
whimpers as his hips automatically buckle forward further into Dean. Dean
tickles the head with his pointer finger, and then gives the top part a gentle
squeeze.
Cas cries out as he comes, and Dean narrowly avoids the stream. He winks at
Castiel and orders,
“Get onto the ground.”
“No,” Castiel replies. Dean looks surprised, but relieved when Castiel adds,
“Let’s do it on the table instead.”
Castiel lies prone, his hips raised into the air. Dean, kneeling behind him,
traces the outside of Cas’s asshole with his pointer finger affectionately.
“You’re so pretty,” Dean gushes. He takes out a condom, unwrapping it and
squeezing himself into the plastic. He lubes up one finger and carefully
inserts it, feeling the warmth of Castiel all around him. “So warm, fuck.” He
inserts another, and with some hard work, and a lot of lubricant, Castiel is
finally ready to take Dean- all six and a half inches of him.
Dean pets himself, spreading out the lubricant among his cock. He scoots up
closer to Cas and slips in, letting out a shaky breath as he pushes through the
tight ring of muscle.
Castiel cries out in both pain and pleasure, his entire body feeling as though
it’s being split in half, and on fire, at the same time. His eyes tear up, but
he wipes the water off on his hands. He manages to choke out,
“Harder.”
Dean pulls out and then jams back in. Castiel grunts, and reaches a hand down
to his unbearably hard dick, jerking himself off harshly as Dean slams in and
out of him. Castiel is the first to come, shrieking as he comes, and wiping it
up with his nearby shirt. Dean comes after, and finally brings himself out of
Castiel, falling over next to him, exhausted. The two cuddle on the table, and
end up falling asleep naked in each other’s arms.
When Castiel wakes, he’s disappointed to see that Dean is gone. So are his
clothes. Maybe he just went to the bathroom?
Castiel stands, groaning as his ass is cramped with searing pain. He limps
around the small room, putting on his briefs and starting towards the door, to
see a note taped to it. It says in a tiny, scrawled handwriting,
“Dear Castiel,
Last night was amazing. I know you’re a virgin, so I just wanted to give that
to you. I know that, realistically, we probably wouldn’t work…”
Cas’s heart drops.
“But who gives a damn? I bet you were told being a musician wasn’t a good
career choice. Anyways, if you think it’s worth a shot, call me.
- Dean Winchester 666-437-8390.
Castiel makes it to the phone, slowly dialing the number. He waits, his heart
pounding in his chest as he anticipates Dean’s voice.
“Hello?”
“Dean!”
End Notes
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