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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester_(briefly), Dean_Winchester/Others, Castiel/Sam
      Winchester
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Older_Sam, Younger_Castiel, Infidelity,
      Virgin_Castiel, Bottom_Castiel, Top_Sam, Consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-10 Words: 1957
****** Talk Dirty to Me ******
by Invictusimpala
Summary
     “You know I always liked it when you’d spend the night at our house
     instead of Dean going to yours,” Sam growls, and his tongue meets
     Cas’ neck.
     “You’re not drunk, are you?”
     “Not on anything alcoholic. Tell me if you want to stop, Cas, all you
     have to do is call uncle and I’ll leave.”
     “Don’t,” Cas bites out, and then their lips are meeting.
Notes
     Based on a prompt I received on my tumblr. Thank so much for reading,
     enjoy :)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Come on, it’s just a little frat party, a taste of next year and college
life.”
“I told you, Dean, I’m not going. All you’re going to do is drink and I want to
stay home.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Dean says, and kisses Cas’ neck. “We can make out on
the couch and make everyone jealous.
Castiel shivers and gives one last huff of breath to show his mock frustration.
“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Atta-boy! The car’s all warmed up, let’s get goin’.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Ah, but I’m your idiot,” Dean says, and kisses him on the lips one last time
before they’re jogging out of the living room into the garage, and then into
the car.
“Hey! Are you two going out?” Sam calls, and Castiel gets into the passenger
side of the car before Dean’s brother can claim it.
Sam is older than them by a few good years. Whereas Cas is seventeen, Sam is
twenty-four and all sorts of gorgeous, foreign, college boy Cas isn’t ready to
even look at let alone talk to.
“Can I tag along, or is that ruining your reputation?” He teases, and Dean
rolls his eyes.
“Fine, but stay as far away from me as you can.”
Sam climbs into the back with long limbs that slam into the back of Cas’ seat,
but then he stops thinking about that, and moves with the car as Dean pulls
down the hill to get to the party half a city away. The car ride is long, and
by the time they get there, Cas needs to use the bathroom, so right from the
get-go, all of them are split up.
Inside it’s a mess of sweaty, drunk, grinding bodies, and several times he gets
pulled off to the side and felt up, but he makes it to the bathroom in the back
in time to relieve himself.
Outside of the bathroom, it’s loud. The music pounds and makes his chest hurt,
and his shirt dampens the more people jump, red solo cups sloshing liquid onto
him when he passes them by to get back to Dean.
But what he sees isn’t what he wants to. What he wants to see is his boyfriend
nursing a beer chatting with friends, laughing loudly. Castiel wants Dean to
wave him over so they can kiss sloppily in front of everyone there.
But Dean Winchester, the bastard, is kissing Lisa Braeden of all people.
Castiel feels the pain spread from his chest outwards, and tears well up in his
eyes to spill over.
“Cas!” He hears as he runs from the building, but the music doesn’t stop.
However, it feels like his heart may have. “Cas!” He hears again, and he whips
around.
“What the hell do you want, Sam? To make an even bigger fool out of me?” He
asks, and shoves at Sam’s shoulders. Dean’s older brother holds his hands up
and doesn’t move any closer.
“I know my brother can be sort of a dick,” Castiel scoffs and hides his tear
stained face beneath his own shirt collar, “but I’m not. Dean has the car, but
I know how to hot-wire it and I could drive you home if you want. I didn't want
to have you walk home alone, and --"
“I took his keys,” Castiel admits, and he throws them Sam’s way. He catches
them mid-air, big goofy grin making his eyes shine.
“Really? Cool, I knew I liked you. We better go before he moves on to the next
girl and realizes we took ‘em.”
That sends a pang through Castiel’s heart, but he ignores it in favor of
following after the tall, lanky, floppy-haired, retreating Sam Winchester.
Dean’s impala drives differently under Sam’s less practiced hands, but he still
manages to get Castiel home safely without too much damage to either end.
The porch light isn’t on, and the cars are all gone from the driveway. Castiel
squirms.
“Sam,” he tries, “would you like to come in?”
Sam sighs and grips the wheel a little tighter for a moment, but then he’s
pulling the key out of the ignition, and the tension seeps out of Castiel’s
shoulders.
“Sure, as long as you have food, I’m all yours.”
Sam follows Castiel with his hands in the pockets of his low-hanging jeans,
just the edge of his boxers peaking out above the waistband, but it’s enough to
make Castiel’s hands shake, and to give him some trouble getting the key into
the lock to his house.
When Sam’s big hands cup his hips he almost drops it entirely, but he manages
to get the door open and flung to the side in time for it to slam right back
closed, his body colliding with the wall Sam pins him against.
“You know I always liked it when you’d spend the night at our house instead of
Dean going to yours,” Sam growls, and his tongue meets Cas’ neck.
“You’re not drunk, are you?”
“Not on anything alcoholic. Tell me if you want to stop, Cas, all you have to
do is call uncle and I’ll leave.”
“Don’t,” Cas bites out, and then their lips are meeting. He jumps up so Sam can
hold him against the wall, his ankles hooked around Sam’s waist.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Sam pants into his mouth, and Cas makes a
pitiful, high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. “Thought you were
lookin’ at me when I’d come home from a run. Dean isn’t good for you, Cas. I
love him, but he’s not.”
“Want you, need you, Sam,” Castiel pants, and Sam moans.
“Yeah, where’s your bedroom?”
“Follow me.”
Castiel runs up the stairs, and Sam and him kiss every few steps, but manage to
make it to Cas’ room without taking off too many clothes.
Cas is thrown unceremoniously onto his mattress, and he bounces up to meet
Sam’s lips again. His cock jumps when Sam brushes his hands over exposed skin
as his shirt hikes up his belly. A whine escapes past his lips.
“You done this before?” Sam asks while nipping at the dip between his
collarbones.
“N-no, never.”
“I’ll go slow, take care of you. Promise.” Sam pulls a condom out of his wallet
he grabs from the pants Castiel doesn’t remember him shucking, and his eyes
widen. “Don’t worry, I’ll finger you open nice and wide for me, Cas, don’t you
worry.”
Sam grabs a little packet of lube out along with it, and he squirts it onto his
fingers, wiggling them back and forth for Castiel to see the slick of it catch
the light.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Cas? I don’t want to push you into anything
after what happened,” Sam says sincerely.
“I want this, please. Was always you."
Castiel all but tears off the shirt he’s wearing along with his pants, and
finally his underwear.
Sam works to unlace Cas’ shoes, but he kicks them off and it adds to the
steadily increasing pile of clothes across the room from them.
But then finally Cas is naked, and so is Sam. Beautifully stark naked. And he
doesn't know what to do with himself, so he stares openly, gawking.
Sam has tan skin that seems to go on for miles, and Castiel traces his lips
with his tongue so it doesn’t dart out to lap away the bead of sweat trailing
down between Sam’s pecs.
Castiel spreads his legs slowly, and he can feel the atmosphere shift to slow
and steady, to rough and heavy.
Sam kisses him like it’s the air he needs to breathe. The sting of Sam’s teeth
pulling at the sensitive, already-bit-raw skin of his lip distracts from the
initial shock of a finger pushing into his hole.
Then another, and Sam stretches him slowly despite the swift swipe of his
tongue at Castiel’s jaw and down his exposed throat.
“Look so beautiful all flushed and hard for me,” Sam says, and Castiel shivers.
“I’m gonna take you apart piece by piece, Cas, and then put you all back
together when you come. I want you to come on my cock, baby.”
Sam’s fingers feel too big inside of him, like he’s pulling Cas apart from the
inside out, and he can see what Sam means by putting him back together, because
after this, boy is he going to need it. When he comes for the first time his
mind goes blank and the shout from his mouth has to be muffled by Sam’s sweaty
palm it’s so loud.
His eyes feel like they’re about to bug out of his head, but then they roll and
he slumps into his mattress. What used to feel like a rock now feels like a
cloud, and he spreads his legs wider to get Sam deeper.
“Need your c-cock,” Cas slurs, and Sam laughs.
“Okay, baby, I’m workin’ on gettin’ you ready for me.”
“I’m good, please, Sam, need you.”
Sam pulls his hand away from between Cas’ cheeks, and his hole flutters around
nothing before Sam’s cock-head is nudging at his rim, pushing in against
Castiel’s urge to push out, rolled-on condom slick with lube.
He does this until he bottoms out with a grunt, and tears stream down Cas’
face.
“Hey, you okay? Do you want to stop?” Cas shakes his head and leans into Sam's
hands that are cupping his cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the drips.
“God, feels so good,” he moans, and rolls with the little hitch in Sam’s hips.
“Wait a minute, shit, Cas. Wait until you’re ready.”
“I am, come on.”
Sam breathes in deep and starts thrusting his hips, the rhythm picking up until
the sound of skin slapping skin is louder than any noise either of them are
making.
“O-oh, Sam, you’re in me, oh g-god.”
“Yeah, feel me? Feel my cock in you splitting you open? That feel good?”
It takes a few moments, but it does start to feel good after the initial burn
subsides. Then Sam’s cock is brushing up against his prostate and it’s heaven.
It’s even better than when Cas masturbates, when he rarely has time to, and
it’s better than when him and Dean grind until one of them comes. But this,
this is so intimate and perfect and everything Cas was missing.
“I’m going to come,” Cas gasps, and Sam kisses him hard.
“Gonna come untouched on my cock, Cas? Wanna see it, wanna see your little cock
twitch. I wanna see you come all over your belly, Castiel,” Sam rasps, and that
does it.
Cas’ mind blanks. His jaw drops open, and his eyes widen as white streaks up
his chest to settle between their writhing bodies, sticky and hot as he comes
and comes.
Sam pulls out then to jack them both off, and he pulls the condom off so he can
add to the pool of come on Cas with a long, drawn out groan.
Castiel arches into it, and it spills onto the sheets, creating a wet spot Sam
helps him roll out of when they're wrung themselves dry.
Cas bounces up again when Sam drops down next to him, and he’s half expecting
to be pushed away, but Sam pulls him in close despite the cooling jizz on his
stomach.
“M’gross.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“No, m’not.”
“Yes, you are. I can go at this all night until you believe me,” Sam offers,
and Cas turns in his arms to kiss him slowly.
“I think I’d like to take you up on that,” he says, and Sam grins against his
mouth, claiming his lips again.
“No problem, Cas. No problem at all.”
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