“Fuck yes,” he moans, when my hand comes back with lube. “Get that big cock next to mine.”
We fumble about, all light laughs and quick kisses as I line us up and take us both in a slick hand.
The feeling is indescribable. There are no words, no lyrics that can capture the moment. It’s beyond language or words, so I falter. This is Cas’s territory. Where everything is melody and chords and feelings eked out of an instrument.
A long blues riff that you feel to your toes. Something sultry and spontaneous that hangs in the air like long vowels dipped in summer humidity. Something universally understood but unable to be replicated.
The skin of his most intimate parts next to mine.
“I need you to make me come, Baylor. Make this real,” Cas whispers, a rawness to his voice that cannot be denied.
I set to the task, kissing everywhere I can land my lips and stroking us like I remember he liked, taking charge until Cas is a whimpering, needy mess underneath me, his body mine to control. He still likes being under me, pressed into the mattress, and that makes me smile.
It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, I can never hear him say he needs me too many times. And if I keep edging him just to hear it, he’s too far gone to figure it out.
“Quit teasing me, Bee, I’m gonna explode,” he pants.
His hand clenches in my hair and he moans, shoving his hips forward.
I stroke us with a rhythm now, and Cas loses it in no time, body shaking as it chases what I’m giving him.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he pleads, and I kiss him rough until he throws his head back and pleasure covers his face.
I feel his orgasm in my hand the same time I feel mine in my body and I stroke us through wave after wave of release and pleasure. I hold us until I can no longer feel blood pounding in our cocks, and they soften in my hand.
A lust-drunk blue-green gaze meets mine as a slow smile covers his face. “Jesus Christ, you are the dead sexiest guy I have ever met,” he whispers, and with a kiss he plasters himself to me.
I find a shirt I can reach without moving too much, and clean us up the best I can. He cuddles into me, and our arms go to places both familiar and new.
We wake up in a mess of limbs and half-cleaned release and lube. It’s early enough Cas can make his way out before Caleb or Nix are likely to head this way, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Tell me you aren’t awake, yet?” Cas mutters, burying himself deep under the covers and closer to me, winding the knot of our bodies tighter. His lips find my cheek and I get a sleepy kiss.
Apparently, making his way out of bed is not a priority.
“Just barely.”
Cas sighs, tucking his face into my neck. His hands start to roam, tracing patterns over my skin.
We settle for kisses and skin on skin in the shower, wringing out another set of orgasms and then washing them down the drain.
Nix finds us in the studio with bare feet and Cas in my too-big clothes, smiling and getting some lyrics and music to play nice together. She arches an eyebrow at how we are sitting, or maybe it’s how we are looking at each other. Or maybe because this session feels much more like the ones we had back in college. Either way, she smirks like she can smell the lube in the air.
“Well, I bet you both can use something other than coffee,” is all she says, turning on a heel and walking out.
She’s right though, my half-full first cup has gone cold, telling me Cas and I got caught up in the music.
Cas watches her go, his gaze landing on me with a look I know too well. It’s part amusement and part, “I’m ready to fuck shit up.”
The latter part of that being the one he often wore before when he and Quinn went off to do something dangerous and stupid during the holiday breaks from college when we would all be in Bear Valley. That’s also the part of Cas that makes him a star. He’s got that devil may care look to him when he wants to, and when he combines it with his inherent charisma, it’s potent.
So potent, I’ve forgotten the lines, the song, and the music. I’m just staring at him as he puts down the guitar and stalks towards me.
Cas doesn’t miss a beat, and I don’t miss the very specific sway in his hips. Horny Cas hasn’t changed, and that fact puts a smile on my face.
He plucks the notebook from my hand and crawls onto my lap, the parts of him that are too long to fit fall to the couch where I sit.
“I want you. Right now.” He bends down, kissing me deep, pressing his hard body to mine. “Come on. We’ve gotten plenty of work done. We send Caleb and Nix out and get as loud as we want.”
