Cas gazed up at the windows above where tiny points of starlight were barely visible between the silvery blue glow of city lights. He didn’t say anything, but Jonah thought he saw him nod just once. He grazed the tips of his fingers down Cas’s bare arm then splayed his hand over Cas’s stomach, feeling the warm rise and fall of his breaths.
“Did you know I used to sneak up here sometimes?” Cas glanced over at Jonah.
“Aside from that one time?”
Cas groaned. “Yeah, aside from that one time.”
“No, not for sure. Sometimes, I wondered. Figured it had to get old sleeping on that sofa bed all the time.”
“That’s not why I came up here.”
“I know that now.” Jonah propped up on one elbow, and Cas’s gaze slid toward him. “If you want to go, I won’t stop you. Because you’re right, you’re your own man. You’re not my charge anymore, though I want to protect you if I can. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop wanting that. I want you to stay, though. I hope you will.” His heart thudded slowly in his chest, and he knew, even if Cas left, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from trying to mend and fix behind Cas’s back, pull every string he’d accumulated over the years until there was no one left, empty his bank accounts trying to create some kind of protective forcefield around Cas.
Cas rested his hand over the top of Jonah’s, and the silence stretched, the rise and fall of their breaths counting out the seconds. He moved lower, circling Jonah’s wrist then directing his hand up to his throat where his pulse fluttered against Jonah’s fingertips.
“You touch me here a lot. You like feeling my pulse, don’t you?”
Jonah cracked a thin smile. “File it under my list of strange kinks, I guess.”
Cas squeezed his hand around Jonah’s until the pressure made his pulse hammer harder. “I like it, too,” he whispered, then relaxed his grip and lowered his chin, sucking Jonah’s index finger into his mouth.
Jonah stifled a groan at the suction and heat, the sleepy way Cas sucked and flicked his tongue over the tip. He did it with every finger on Jonah’s left hand, then dragged down his sternum where Jonah swept a thumb over Cas’s nipple until it peaked beneath his touch and Cas sucked in a sharp breath.
Jonah circled and rubbed the tender skin until Cas arched into him and grabbed his wrist.
“Are you hard?” Cas whispered.
“Very.”
“Good.” He released Jonah’s wrist and rolled onto his side, facing him as he pushed his hand down the front of Jonah’s briefs and ran his fingers over his rock-hard shaft.
Jonah caught his breath and gritted his teeth as Cas moved lower to squeeze his balls. “Easy,” he murmured, and Cas wiggled closer, kissing his chest as he removed his hand.
“Everything about you is so big.”
“You like that, huh?”
Jonah felt Cas nodding against him then his lips moving near his throat. “File it undermylist of strange kinks, I guess.” He moved his hips, hard cock rubbing up against Jonah’s thigh. “Touch me.”
“Where?” Jonah glided his hand down Cas’s spine until he reached the waistband of his sweatpants. He shoved them just below Cas’s ass and palmed his cheeks.
“Everywhere? That’s a good start, though.”
Jonah nudged Cas onto his back again and came up to his knees before tugging Cas’s sweats lower. He straddled his thighs and ran his fingers down the side of Cas’s neck. “Here?”
“Yeah.” Cas’s throat bobbed under his touch, and Jonah traced the curves of his collarbones with his thumbs.
“Here?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Jonah leaned down and flicked his tongue over Cas’s nipple before grazing it with his teeth. Then he moved to the other, Cas’s hips shifting restlessly against him.
Slowly, Jonah worked his way down Cas’s body, mapping every inch of his torso, asking the question each time as Cas’s answers became more and more breathless. When he reached Cas’s cock, Cas’s fingers tunneled deep into his hair expectantly, but Jonah only brushed his lips over his crown before skirting to his inner thighs.
“You skipped a part, I think,” Cas complained.
“No, I didn’t.” Jonah slid from his thighs and bunched up the sweatpants still wrapped around Cas’s knees, using them as leverage to drive his legs up toward his chest and keep them pinned.
