Angel Cafe

I uncapped my chap stick nervously, rubbing my lips swiftly before popping the cap back on and shoving it back into my pocket. This was a habit I had started in high school and just never got out of.

I watched Dean, nervously as he undressed to get into the shower. He insisted I join him but all I could say was I would think about it. He tugged his shirt off over his head, throwing it aside onto the bedroom floor. I watched from his bed, slumping again, another bad habit I had developed into my life. He looked over his shoulder at me, a grin peaking its way onto his face. “You just going to sit there and stare or are you joining me?”

The shower was running for a lot longer then it needed to be, he probably waited so long hoping I'd get in with him. Dean was only wearing boxers now, rolling a towel around in his hands. I sat up straight and teased him gently, unbuttoning my shirt slowly while biting my tongue lightly and winking. He laughed loudly, turning towards the bathroom. Steam billowing out as he opened the door.

My smile faded and I sighed, looking down at myself, blowing up to push hair out of my face effortlessly. I looked around, hearing the shower door slam into the wall to show it was closed. I bit my nails a little trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I threw myself up, making a last minute decision to enter the bathroom, unconsciously grabbing a towel on my way in. Of course I lived next door, but showering with someone else was a lot more fun.

I knocked carefully before opening the door and peeking in. “Dean...?” I heard a small laugh.

“Cas! Come in and join me!” He shouted over the sound of running water that seemed to be the only this to listen to. “It's warm and it feels amazing.” He moaned in delight and I pulled off my shirt, maybe he'd let me do what I wanted to do the night before.

I stood in the bathroom, picking at my nails in just my boxers. Dean pulled the shower door open a little and looked around it, a huge grin growing when he saw me. He motioned for me to come in, and I nodded. “Don't be scared, I only bite a little.” Dean winked before sliding back into the shower. I could easily see the outline of his body and his skin color showed through the ripple like glass.

I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and walked over to the shower. It's been awhile since I'd showered with someone else, I thought unconsciously to myself. I pushed open the door and stepped in. I didn't exactly consider Dean and I a couple, more like two guys who wanted to fuck around with someone new. Dean had his back to me, his face was under the shower head, letting the water take over his body and I couldn't help but stare at him. His body looked fantastic while water ran down it. His back was arched and I pictured how it would look if I could make it arch like it was while in bed, my eyes wandered down to his lower back and I couldn't help but stare at his ass. It looked great in pants but it looked better without anything on it. I bite my lip and moaned a little, not even realizing how hard I was until Dean turned around and grabbed me.

I moaned and almost fell back but he moved closer, grabbing the small of my back and holding his body close to mine. “I didn't expect you to come in...” He whispered, nipping at my ear in the process. He pumped once and it made me painfully horny. He pushed me backwards into the wall, hands on either side of my head as if he was trying to pin me down.

I pleaded with my eyes, desperately wanting him to touch me more. He pushed his mouth against my neck, kissing, nipping, and licking, I knew he was marking my skin with purple bruises and I didn't even care anymore.

He rolled his hips into mine, another moan escaping my lips as our cocks ran against each other. “Dean... Fuck...” With one hand, I pulled at his soaking wet hair, with the other hand I marked his back with my almost nonexistent nails. I felt him smile against my jaw as he moved his mouth closer and closer to mine until we finally met, mostly because I forced his mouth onto mine.

I couldn't wait any longer for him, he was being a tease and I couldn't handle it. The water pounded onto his back, hitting me in the end. I started jerking myself off moaning harder whenever Dean decided to roll into me again. My head was leaning on the wall while I arched my back to push myself harder against Dean, my mouth hung open a little and I felt him slip his tongue into my mouth, slapping my hand away and taking over for me.

I was moaning over anything now, dying to get off but wanting to hold it back for a better orgasm. “Let go, baby.” Dean's breath against my neck was all it took. I let go onto his stomach, almost screaming being easily muffled by Dean's mouth. My body went limp, he had to hold me up so I wouldn't fall down. I smiled weakly as he kissed my cheek a little.

He helped me get clean, washing my hair for me and rinsing it so I could relax. While I was soaping my body, he jerked off behind me so he didn't end up with blue balls or something and I felt bad not doing it for him. But he protested when I offered telling me I needed to get cleaned and he'd rather watch me orgasm for years before getting himself off, commenting on how hot I looked when I came.

I couldn't help but blush deeply, getting a kiss on the head as a reply. It went from hot to cute within seconds and my stomach began to fill with butterflies.

Our shower was over soon and we helped each other out, he dried my hair quickly by rubbing his towel all over my head, making me feel like a furry wet dog. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he pushed his mouth over mine.

I started giggling like a little school girl, making Dean smile against my mouth. Dean walked out of the bathroom, wrapping his towel around his waist again. I copied him before dropping down next to him.

I jumped up, "Cas, relax. I don't care if the couch gets wet." He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, turning the TV on to show some reality show with women screaming.

I relaxed back down next to him, still trying to not get the couch wet.