Jonah’s thumb played at the back of Cas’s hairline the whole way back to the apartment. It was the same sort of absent touch Jonah usually gave when they were alone together lately, but he was eerily silent, his facial expression suggesting his thoughts were miles away.
Cas didn’t push it, but he had to bite his tongue to keep his many questions in check. If Jonah was truly upset, the last thing he needed was Cas and his ADHD firing questions at him.
Cas thought that maybe Jonah was waiting until they were home to talk to him about this mysterious Pritka, but it became clear almost immediately that wasn’t the case. The moment the apartment door closed behind them, Jonah pushed Cas up against it, his mouth sliding over Cas’s in a slow, slick kiss that had him hard and throbbing so fast it made him dizzy.
“Jonah?” Cas questioned between kisses.
“Shh, not yet, Cas,” Jonah mumbled, his tongue slipping between Cas’s lips, tongue massaging his in a way that made him shiver. “Please.”
It was the please that broke him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Jonah say please in all the years they’d known each other, especially not with that tone, like, if pressed, Jonah might crack into a million pieces. If this was what Jonah needed, then Cas would give it to him.
He pulled back, stepping from between Jonah and the door, before gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it aside. When Jonah tried to turn around, Cas stopped him with a biting kiss to the back of his neck, hands snaking around Jonah’s waist to play over the ridges of his abs.
Cas trailed his tongue along Jonah’s spine, unbuttoning his pants as he went to his knees behind him.
He dragged Jonah’s jeans and underwear to his knees, gently biting the flesh revealed in their wake. Jonah spent so much time worshipping every part of Cas’s body, yet Cas rarely got to return the favor. When he gripped Jonah’s cheeks, spreading him open, Jonah tried to pull away.
“Don’t,” Cas commanded. “Let me do this.”
Jonah groaned, his forehead hitting the door, but his legs widened as much as the jeans allowed. At the first touch of Cas’s tongue to Jonah’s hole, he released a string of colorful curses that made Cas smile and apply more pressure. Jonah was surprisingly vocal for somebody who hated to talk.
When Cas speared his tongue against Jonah’s entrance, thumb massaging the spot behind Jonah’s balls, he started muttering Cas’s name in between half-bitten moans and panting breaths. Finally, Cas pulled back, biting Jonah’s ass cheek before turning him around and swallowing Jonah’s cock all the way to the root.
Jonah’s hands fisted in his hair. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Jesus.”
Cas was so hard he was sure his cock was purple, and there was an obvious wet spot on the front of his jeans, but he didn’t care. He had never seen Jonah so vulnerable. Each time Cas flicked his tongue into the notch just under the head of Jonah’s cock, he arched his hips, like he couldn’t control himself. It was a heady feeling, and Cas was high off of it. “Fuck my mouth.”
“Yeah?”
Cas nodded and sat back on his knees, letting Jonah’s cock rest on his tongue.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Jonah moaned. “It should be illegal to look at another person like that.”
Cas preened at Jonah’s words. He made Cas feel beautiful, and when he gripped his head, fucking into his mouth with short, shallow thrusts, Cas couldn’t tear his eyes from the hungry way Jonah watched him. Even when his throat was convulsing around Jonah’s cock, eyes watering and light-headed from the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t stop looking at Jonah.
Jonah pushed Cas away, pulling him to his feet and shuffling them back toward the couch. When Cas felt the back of the seat brush his knees, Jonah spun him around, shoving his jeans and underwear out of the way without any finesse. “I need to be inside you.”
He pushed Cas onto the couch so he was kneeling, facing the notes he’d written across the windows. Cas watched as Jonah fished between the cushions, then dug through a side table drawer and Cas’s backpack, before giving a triumphant shout when he found lube. Cas shivered as he watched Jonah slick his fingers before teasing two of them over his entrance. He hissed as Jonah pressed them inside, bearing down in an attempt to lessen the burn.
Jonah’s hand came around Cas’s throat, thumb and forefinger placing pressure on the sides of his neck, as he fucked his fingers into him. “You’re always so fucking tight.”
The noise Cas made was somewhere between a whine and a whimper. The way Jonah ground the words into his skin, the shocky pleasure/pain of his fingers invading him, glancing over his prostate with every other thrust, the way the lack of blood flow made him feel just a little high.
It was like Jonah was everywhere, in him, on him. Cas could taste him, smell him, feel him. It was perfect.Thiswas perfect. When Jonah’s fingers disappeared, Cas sucked in a breath until he felt the blunt tip of Jonah’s cock snug against him. But then nothing happened. “What’s wrong.”
“Condom. I don’t have one.”
“I’m negative. Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then keep going.”
Jonah hesitated for only a second more, and then he pressed forward, the burn of his invasion robbing Cas of his breath, though it didn’t stop him from reaching back, his fingertips skimming over Jonah’s thighs, letting him know he needed more, even if it hurt. Jonah’s hands closed around Cas’s narrow hips, pulling him back as he thrust forward. Cas moaned like a porn star, gripping Jonah’s hands and wrapping them around him, so Jonah had no choice but to drape himself across Cas’s back.
Once Jonah was buried inside him, everything changed. Jonah threaded their fingers together, gripping Cas in a bear hug until Cas had no choice but to lay his head on the back of the couch.
Jonah fucked him slowly, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming it home again in a rhythm that had Cas’s dick feeling neglected. “Jonah.”
