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Dean had just been getting the mail in front of his house when he spotted the man.
The most gorgeous, stunning, ethereal, angelic man he’d ever seen.
The man was running along the dirt trail in front of Dean’s house, the trail that led into the woods and circled around the neighborhood. Dean wasn't a runner, barely made it to his weekly hangouts with his brother, Sam, who insisted meeting at the gym.
But that day he saw the man, he dug out some shorts and his running shoes and the next evening, he hit the trail. He ran for what felt like an hour, (it only had been twenty minutes), when he spotted the mysterious man ahead of him. Dean grinned to himself, and kept a steady pace behind the man, dreaming of numerous different ways to approach the man, but never acting on them.
Unfortunately, Dean wasn't a fast runner, and more often then not, the man would eventually run out of sight, having being much faster and athletic than Dean prepared for. Dean would head back home, and try again the next night.
It never once occurred to Dean that the man had even noticed him.
* * *
Cas has a stalker.
Every night, while he was out for his routine run, he’d get this prickly sense he was being followed.
But every time he glanced over his shoulder, or paused to do some stretches on the side of the trail, there wasn't anyone behind him. But as soon as he continued back onto his run, he'd heard the faint rhythm of feet hitting the ground, a few paces behind him. It wouldn't last the whole run, whoever was behind him failing to keep up once Cas picked up his speed.
At first he thought it was a different person each time, and then he thought maybe it was just a coincidence; it wasn't like he owned the trail or anything. But he rarely ran into anyone, and when he did, they'd be running in the opposite direction.
And then, on the fourth night, Cas had slowed down, taking a breather as he stretched up against a tree, and the man appeared right behind him, only to run past him swiftly, his gaze cast downwards, his face flushed red. Cas didn't get a good look of his face, but he did get eyeful of green shorts…green shorts that hugged the stalker’s ass beautifully. The man was dressed in a dark gray t-shirt, and he didn't appear to be carrying any weapon to harm Cas. But Cas was positive this man was stalking him. So he prepared. He started to keep his headphones behind, intending on keeping an ear out in case the man sped up to tackle Cas into the bushes at any given moment.
* * *
Dean felt like a coward. The man must've noticed him by now and probably thought he was some freak, out in the woods by himself, with no headphones on, unlike the other runners they occasionally ran past. He had ran past the man one night, when the man was stretching against a tree, and Dean felt his heart hammer in his chest, a guilty feeling flooding him as he ran past the man. He could've easily approached the man, flirt with him, get to know him, but Dean felt his voice catch in his throat, and he couldn't even muster a friendly "white person smile", instead keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him as he ran past.
He cursed himself for being silly, and vowed he'd greet the man the next time he saw him. Start off slow, a greeting here and there, and then, when he see the man stretching, he'd approach him, and start up a chat, and hope it would lead to something more.
If not, well, Dean didn't like running anyway.
* * *
As the days went on, and the stalker never approached Cas, always keeping a respectable distance between them, he started to doubt his gut instincts, thinking maybe he was just "flattering " himself to think someone would go out of their way to stalk him.
But then again, after a full week of catching glimpses of the same man, in the same ass hugging shorts, with the dirty blonde hair damp with sweat, Cas knew the man must be pursuing him. Who else runs without headphones , at the same time every night, leaving only a couple paces between them?
Then, on a Thursday night, two full weeks since the man began his pursuit of Cas, Cas had planned a counterattack.
He heard the mysterious man a couple paces behind, and so Cas sped up slightly, keeping an ear out and when he slowed back down, he could hear the man breathing heavily, having also sped up to keep up with Cas. He sped up again, and around a corner, jumped into the bushes, hiding behind a tree trunk that bordered the trail. Holding his breath, Cas waited as the man sped up as he rounded the corner.
Cas took his chance and jumped out of his hiding spot, tackling the man to the ground. The man yelped, a higher pitch than Cas was expecting as Cas pinned him down, pushing his hips down against the man, straddling him as he wrapped his legs around the man’s, effectively making him immobile.
“Why are you following me?” Cas growled as he breathed in harshly, his eyes narrowed. He pinned the man's hands up above his head, holding him still as he pushed his hips down.
The man was staring at him wide eyed, his face flushed red. “I…I wasn't…” The man stuttered.
Cas glared at him as he observed him. The man wasn't fighting back, his arms slack as Cas gripped them tightly, his legs splayed open underneath him.
“I’ve noticed you've been following me.” Cas said.
“I–okay…” The man breathed in sharply. His lips twitched up in a guilty grin. “I was…following you—”
“Why?” Cas said bluntly.
The man let out an embarrassed chuckle. “I…I was trying…look man, I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing, I–” He took in a breath, licking his lips. “I thought you were hot, okay? Fuck I’m sorry, I was trying to…approach you—” He paused as he noticed Cas’s expression shift from anger to confusion. “What?” The man asked, titling his head.
Cas sat back slightly, removing his hands from the man’s wrists. “You…you think I’m hot?”
The man looked at him dumbly. “Fuck, yeah, man…there's no way no one’s told you that before–” The man scoffed, eyeing Cas curiously.
Cas shook his head. He didn't get attention like this…whatever this was.
The man below him huffed, bringing his hands to hide his face. “Fuck, I’m so embarrassed.”
“I–” Cas started, leaning forward only to feel something pressing against his crotch. Confused, he glanced down, only for the man beneath him to whine loudly, his eyes scrunching close as he tried to sit up.
“Fuck, this cannot be happening to me,” the man pleaded, covering his eyes with his hands.
“What's happening?”
The man peered behind his hands, his brows furrowed. “I–
“You have an erection." Cas observed, his tone flat.
The man balked, his face flushing even more red. “Well, yeah no shit, doesn't mean you can just point it out—out loud.” The man stuttered, trying to push Cas off of him. Cas slid off his lap, his eyes drifting down as the man hovered a hand around his own crotch,
“I…is that because I…was straddling you?”
The man huffed. “Wait—so no one's told you're hot, and what? You're a virgin too?”
Cas rolled his eyes. “No, I'm not…I just…I've been told my “peoples’ skills” are “rusty.”
The man let out a huff, eyeing Cas. "Look," he paused, licking his lips. "I'll just…go and we can forget this ever happened." The man stood up, his legs shaking slightly as he tried and failed to keep his shirt pulled down to cover his crotch. Cas's eyes flickered dow the man's body, a wave of arousal washing over him. He got up himself, and briskly cornered the man up against a tree, the canopy above them casting them in shadow.
The man's breathing hitched as Cas cornered him, his eyes dilating as Cas pressed his chest against him.
"What's your name?" Cas whispered, his voice heavy with arousal. This wasn't like him, he'd never go up to a stranger this confidently, much less a stranger that had been stalking him.
The man in front of him gulped, his eyes wide. "Dean." He whispered, his voice cracking ever so slightly.
Cas hummed. "Hello, Dean." He said, erasing the space between them as he brushed his lips against Dean's. The man was only an inch or two taller than him, but with the uneven ground under their feet, Cas barely had to tilt his head to meet the man's lips.
The man—Dean—took in a sharp breath, his lips parting as Cas scrapped his teeth along his bottom lip before leaning back, his eyes glued on the man's eyes. Dean's eyes were green, almost identical to the flora that surrounded them, and Cas could see specks of gold and yellow. His eyes trailed down Dean's face, taking in the numerous freckles that adorned the man's nose and cheeks, the deep pink flush radiating against the man's golden tan skin.
"You're very beautiful." Cas whispered, his tone stern has if what he was saying was simply matter of fact.
Dean's already pink cheeks flushed deeper at the compliment. "Um…thanks." He said softly, his breath hot against Cas's lips. "What's—what's your name?" He licked his lips, never looking away from Cas's gaze.
"Castiel." Cas answered.
"Castiel." Dean repeated, his voice clipped at the unusual name.
"But you can call me Cas."
"Cas…" Dean's lips twitched up into a grin. "Can you…kiss me again, Cas?"
Cas didn't need to be told twice, he pulled the man forward, capturing their lips in a heated kiss, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders. Dean moaned into the kiss, his hands skimming down Cas's back to grip his ass, squeezing slightly as he grinded his hips against Cas.
Cas growled at the friction against his cock; he could feel Dean's own cock hard against him, and another wave of arousal washed over him. He pushed themselves backward, pushing Dean up against the tree, pining him with his weight as he stuck a hand down Dean's shorts. Dean's breathing hitched, bucking his hips as Cas gripped his cock.
"You want me to stroke you off?" Cas whispered gruffly, dragging his lips along Dean's neck. Dean whimpered as Cas tightened his grip, thumbing along the swollen head of Dean's cock, swiping the precum that gathered there back up Dean's length. "Or do you want me to fuck you?" Cas growled, scrapping his teeth where Dean neck met his shoulder.
Dean groaned, his head falling back against the tree. "Fuck—fuck yes, I want you—" he took in a staggering breath as his hands tightened along Cas's hips. "I want you to fuck me."
Cas's breathing hitched. He didn't expect Dean to agree…and he was surprised as himself for even offering. But arousal raged through him, easing any doubt in his mind. He captured Dean's lips again in a deep kiss before moving his lips to Dean's check, licking the sweat that had dripped down from his temple. Dean breathed heavily against him, his hand on Cas's neck tightening as he threaded his other hand through Cas's damp hair. Cas moved his lips along Dean's face, breathing heavily as Dean writhed beneath him. Dean tried to capture his lips, pulling him closely, his hands gripping Cas's ass, only for Cas to swiftly pull them apart. His expression had turned from apprehension to hunger, his bright blue eyes dark as the shadows that engulfed them. Dean sucked in a breath as Cas maneuvered him off the tree, pushing him forward.
* * *
"Do as I say." Cas ordered, guiding Dean further into the woods, out of sight of the trail. Dean immediately allowed Cas to guide him; Cas was going to have his way with Dean, just as Dean wanted him to, and he'd hate if they were to be interrupted. After a couple of paces, they were shrouded by trees and fallen trunks, leaves giving them plenty of privacy. Cas gently backed Dean up against a fallen trunk, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was gentler than the ones before, their tongues twirling around each other as they equally led the kiss.
Cas broke the kiss, only for a breath, before moving his lips down Dean's neck. He lifted up Dean's t-shirt just enough to lick and nip along his stomach, Dean's breathing ragged as Cas swiped his teeth along his skin.
With he knees on the ground, and his hands gripping Dean's waist, he swiftly pulled Dean's shorts down to his ankles, humming in delight of the sight of Dean's leaking cock. Dean sucked in a breath, a hand lazily resting in Cas's hair as the other held himself against the tree.
"So beautiful." Cas whispered, flicking his tongue against the head of Dean's cock. Dean let out a whine, biting his lip to muffle his moans as Cas swiftly swallowed around his cock. He sucked down the shaft, twirling his tongue around the length as he bobbed his head. Dean's legs shook slightly as Cas sucked along the tip, swiping his tongue around before removing his mouth completely. Dean gasped the lost, only for his breath to catch as Cas effectively flipped Dean around, pushing him against the trunk. Dean winced as his cock brushed against the harsh bark of the tree, pushing his hips back towards Cas.
Cas gripped his hips tightly, keeping him in place as he kissed along Dean's ass, nipping at the cheeks as he gently pulled him open. Dean's head dropped against the tree, a moan escaping his throat as Cas tentatively licked around his entrance. Dean couldn't believe this was happening; Cas, a man he'd been eyeing for weeks, a stranger he only just met, was now licking him open, out in the middle of the woods, where they could be spotted at any moment. And it only made Dean more turned on. Dean's heart hammered in his chest; his cock ached heavily between his legs as Cas speared his tongue into Dean, his grip on Dean's ass and hips strong and secure. Dean was losing his control, his moans turning more and more ragged as he bucked his hips. He needed more.
"Cas—" He whined, his voice hitching. Cas hummed against him, and as if he could read Dean's mind, his trailed a hand down Dean's length, stroking him firmly, causing Dean to gasp, before moving his fingers to Dean's hole. Cas removed his mouth, and then he was standing up, leaning against Dean's back. Dean could felt Cas's cock against his ass, and he tried to spread his legs apart, but Cas held him still. Grumbling, Dean tried to push back, trying to take control, but Cas wouldn't budge, instead, bringing a hand to cup Dean's chin, turning his head to the side. Dean could now see Cas looming over his shoulder, his eyes dark, his lips red and wet.
"Suck." He simply said, pushing his fingers past Dean's lips. Dean immediately wrapped his tongue around Cas's fingers, swirling and sucking the digits, his eyes glued on Cas's. Cas looked him proudly, which only fueled the arousal in Dean.
When Cas was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and immediately began circling his fingers around Dean's hole.
Dean moaned at the touch, rocking his hips back. Cas scissored him openly expertly, while sucking marks along Dean's neck, his arm across Dean's chest keeping him upright. Dean's hands shook slightly against the trunk as he tried to hold their combined weight.
"I'm ready, Cas—" Dean grunted, breathing heavily.
Cas hummed in acknowledgement, but kept his fingers inside Dean. "Just a moment, Dean, I don't want to hurt you."
Dean rolled his eyes, and somehow Cas saw, for he stilled his fingers, and leaned harshly froward, gripping Dean's chin. "Did you just roll you eyes at me?"
Dean sucked in breath, but a bratty smirk formed on his face. "Maybe—" His voice shook slightingly but he kept the smirk, eyeing Cas mischievously. "What are you—what are you gonna do about that—" Dean's voice stuttered as Cas flexed his fingers inside of him, barely brushing up against his prostrate. Pleasure flowed through Dean, causing him to breath in shakily but his smirk didn't wane, his eyes glinted up at Cas over his shoulder.
Cas growled, and leaned back, keeping his fingers in Dean as he moved his arm from Dean's chest. Dean fell forward, now without the support, his hands scrapping against he trunk to hold himself up when suddenly a red hot searing pain erupted against his ass, the smack of Cas's hand against him echoing through the forest.
Dean let out a laugh, his legs shaking as he rocked his ass on Cas's fingers. "Fuck yes, Cas—please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me already." Dean begged, letting out a strangled moan as Cas brushed his fingers up against his prostrate.
"What do you want, Dean?" Cas asked again, his tone etched with amusement.
Dean huffed, his head falling against the trunk. "Fuck me..please…wanna feel you inside me—"
Cas hummed, kissing right above Dean's ass before finally removed his fingers, causing Dean to gasp at the sudden emptiness, only to bite back a moan as he felt the large head of Cas's cock against his entrance.
"Fuck yes—Cas—" Dean gasp caught in his throat as Cas slapped a hand around his mouth, shushing him.
"I'm gong to fuck you now, Dean." Cas growled against his ear, his grip on Dean's hip tight as he began to push himself in.
Dean moaned into Cas's hand, his back arching as Cas slowly inserted himself into Dean. His hands shaking against the tree, his own cock twitching as Cas bottomed out. He didn't move an inch at first, his breathing hot against Dean's back as he felt Dean clench around him. Sucking in a breath, he pushed himself up against Dean's back, pushing them both forward till Dean's his entire chest was lying against the tree trunk, Cas's hand still pressed firmly against his mouth. Dean moaned against him, trying to buck his hips, but Cas held him steady.
Taking in a deep breath, Cas slowly pulled his cock back, and then trusted back into Dean, the man underneath him breathing harshly as Cas picked up the pace. He rocked his hips in and out of Dean, keeping his chest pressed against Dean's back as he bucked his hips, the sound of skin against skin filling the otherwise silent forest. Dean's moans were deep and varied, his eyes shut tight as Cas thrusted up. Cas sucked a mark along Dean's neck, just below his ear, keeping his hand on Dean's mouth.
"You like that, Dean? Like my cock so deep inside your little hole?" Cas growled, his own breathing hitching as his arousal bubbled. Dean moaned against his mouth, nodding fervently as he tried to rock his hips with Cas's. Cas squeezed Dean's face, turning him further before releasing his hand just enough to capture Dean's lips with his own. He strained his neck as he shoved his tongue into Dean's mouth, licking and nipping along Dean's parted lips. Dean moaned into his mouth, panting hard as Cas kissed him, his hand moving to grip Dean's hair, holding him in place. Dean could feel his arousal bubble to the surface as Cas's cock hit his prostrate head on, pleasure soaring through his veins.
"I'm gonna come—" Dean stuttered, his lips ghosting against Cas's. Cas sucked in breath and pushed back, grabbing Dean by the hips with both hands now. He increased his thrusts, Dean's arms scrapping against the tree as Cas rocked into him.
"Come for me, Dean—" Cas gasped as Dean immediately clenched around him, his cock spurting violently between his legs, ropes of come landing along the tree and Dean's legs. Cas slumped forward as his own orgasm ricocheted through him, his cock spilling into Dean as he came. Dean gasped beneath him, Cas's weight keeping him against the tree as the man rocked through his orgasm.
The forest was suddenly still, the men both gasping for air against each other the only sounds.
Cas was the first to move, immediately pulling out of Dean as gently as he could as he pulled Dean up. Dean felt like his body was jello, his limbs useless as Cas turned him around. To Dean's surprise, Cas's expression was not one of hunger or lust as it had been before, but instead, he had a look of intense worry.
"Are you okay, Dean?" Cas whispered, brushing the loose bark along Dean's shorts and arms.
Dean's heart fluttered at the care etched in the man's tone. "Yeah—" His voice cracked and he winced, licking his lips. "Fuck, yes, Cas—that was—amazing." He grinned and to his relief, Cas smiled back, his eyes impossibly soft. Without a word, Cas leaned down, pulling Dean's shorts back up, tucking him back in.
Dean felt his cheeks heat at the intimacy, muttering his thanks, only to let out a wince as the shorts brushed against his thighs. Looking down, he saw there were small cuts along his thighs from the tree, and a quick glance down his shirt his realized his chest as scraps too.
Cas;s eyes widened as he noticed too, his expression shifting into guilt.
"Hey—" Dean started, cupping Cas's face. "It's okay…I'm not hurt…"
Cas nodded, though the guilty expression didn't waver. "Can I…take care of you?" He asked hesitantly.
Dean shifted on his feet. "You don't have to—"
"I want to." Cas swallowed, taking Dean's hands into his own to inspect the cuts along his palms. "Please, Dean, let me…"
Dean swallowed as Cas picked some bark out fo the cuts. "Um…do you want to come over…I live just across the street."
Cas jerked his head up, his eyes wide. "You…you're inviting me over?"
Dean nodded. "Um, yeah…" He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want this to be over." He finally said, his tone shaking slightly.
Cas sucked in a breath, his eyes wide and then he grinned. "I don't want this to be over too."
Dean let out a huff of laughter and then, before he could second guess himself, he cupped Cas's cheek, pulling him into a kiss. Cas gasped against him, his body frozen for a moment before relaxing, wrapping his arms around Dean.
Dean broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Let me take you home…you can…bandage me up and I can…make you dinner?"
Cas smiled, resting his forehead against Dean's. "Dinner sounds great. "
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