Cas was too shocked by Jonah’s apology to do more than just give a stilted nod. Ice cream in hand, Cas thought they’d find a booth, but Jonah led him to the door. “Too many windows,” Jonah answered when Cas gave him a confused look.
“You think the car is safer?”
“Not yet,” Jonah said, opening Cas’s door for him. “But it will be.”
Jonah nodded toward the parking garage across the street, as decrepit and forgotten as the ice cream parlor. Of course, Jonah had scouted out a place for them to eat their ice cream while Cas had tried to get his overactive brain to settle on a flavor. Jonah thought of everything.
Once they’d parked in the far back corner of the top floor, Jonah threw the car in park and started in on his already melting treat. Cas tried to enjoy the sticky chocolate ice cream, which already dripped down his fingers, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way Jonah’s mouth worked over his own ice cream, tongue flicking and scraping over the cone before seeming to savor each bite. Jesus. Had Cas been this horny before Jonah had jerked him off in the kitchen? He couldn’t remember.
When Jonah finally noticed Cas staring at his ice cream cone, he smirked. “What’s wrong? Chocolate wasn’t what you wanted?” Cas shook his head. He didn’t give a fuck about his ice cream anymore. “You want some of mine?” Jonah offered.
“Yes.”
Jonah tipped the cone toward Cas, but Cas hooked his hand around Jonah’s neck, pulling him forward until their mouths collided. Cas moaned, sucking Jonah’s tongue when it slipped inside. He didn’t wait for an invitation; he fumbled his way over the center console, head slamming into the roof of the car and his staples pulling hard enough to steal his breath as he wiggled his way into Jonah’s lap.
“Hi,” Jonah said.
Cas ignored the smug tone of Jonah’s voice, dipping a finger into his chocolate ice cream and smearing it across Jonah’s lips before licking it off. When Cas dipped his finger again, Jonah caught his wrist, closing his mouth around Cas’s finger and sucking. Cas’s cock throbbed behind his zipper. He rocked his hips against Jonah, whose dick had also taken an interest in the proceedings.
They took turns feeding each other ice cream, Cas grinding himself against Jonah like a horny teenager until Jonah grunted, releasing Cas long enough to toss their ice creams out the window before sliding his hands down the back of Cas’s pants, gripping his bare ass and thrusting upwards in a filthy imitation of sex.
“Jonah,” Cas whispered, biting along Jonah’s stubbled jawline as shocks of pleasure sparked along his body. “Take me home.”
Jonah captured Cas’s lips in a long kiss before pushing him away. “I can’t do that unless you get back on your side,” he reminded Cas, even as he leaned back in for another taste.
Cas allowed himself to cant his hips against Jonah’s, groaning at the perfect pressure and friction. “Maybe this is enough.”
Jonah chuckled. “Move. I promise there’s better waiting for you. Besides, we’re sticky. Let’s go home and shower.”
“Why shower when I just want you to get me sticky all over again?” Cas murmured, biting at Jonah’s bottom lip.
“Because I can get you off and clean you off at the same time if we’re in the shower.”
“Promise?” Cas asked.
“Promise.”
The drive home seemed to take forever, especially with Jonah’s hand on the back of Cas’s neck, his thumb teasing the sensitive skin there. Once inside the apartment, he shoved Cas against the front door, yanking his shirt over his head and dipping to flick his tongue over Cas’s nipples. His head thumped against the door as he blindly reached for the hem of Jonah’s shirt to do the same.
They undressed each other in-between kisses, ping-ponging themselves along Jonah’s walls until they were in his bathroom. Jonah flipped on the tap while Cas pulled off the bandage covering his wound, noting the microscopic specks of blood before dropping the bandage in the trash.
Cas hissed as Jonah dragged him under the hot water, spinning him around and grabbing the soap. Cas leaned against him as Jonah’s arms came around him from behind, soapy hands rubbing Cas’s chest and teasing his nipples before skimming along his abs, tracing the deep vee of Cas’s hips, dipping between his legs to cup his balls. Jonah touched him everywhere but where Cas wanted.
“Jonah,” Cas whined.
“Hush. I’ll take care of you when I’m ready.”
Why the fuck was that so hot? Cas let his weight fall back against Jonah just like at the ice cream parlor, but this time, there were no barriers. This time, Jonah’s hard cock slipped into the crevice of Cas’s ass, leaving no doubt about how turned on he was. Cas reached back to grip Jonah’s hips, working himself against him.
Jonah growled, biting the shell of Cas’s ear. “You little fucking tease.”
“Who’s teasing?” Cas panted. “You know I’d let you do anything to me.”
“Fuck, Cas,” Jonah snarled, pushing Cas against the shower wall.
Cas hissed at the cold tiles, but it was quickly forgotten when Jonah went to his knees, enveloping Cas’s cock in one swallow. He cried out, his hips jerking forward at the tight, wet heat of Jonah’s mouth. “Oh, fuck,” Cas whispered, his hands fisting Jonah’s damp hair. He gripped Cas’s hips tight, and for a second, he thought it was to push him away, but it wasn’t. He pulled him forward, swallowing around the head of Cas’s cock, the constriction causing Cas’s vision to blur as his balls tightened. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Your mouth… Fuck, Jonah.”
Jonah sucked Cas’s dick like he’d swallowed poison and Cas’s cum was the antidote. He’d never experienced anything like it. When Jonah’s hand disappeared from Cas’s hip to slip between the globes of his ass, Cas held his breath. He bit his lip at the blunt pressure of Jonah’s finger massaging his hole, but no matter how much Cas tried to angle his hips to help him along, Jonah wouldn’t push it inside.
