He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

[fromfryingpantofire]

They tended to switch bars a lot, never sticking to any one location and they'd drive out a ways away from the bunker. Lebanon was way too small for them to hit up the bars there very often, but it wasn't that far to the state line and there were other towns around, too.

Sam and Dean had gone their separate ways tonight, each planning to hustle pool or cards in a different place. As usual these days, Castiel had come with Sam. The former angel had picked up pool rather quickly, which wasn't surprising considering it was pretty much all math and angles. For the moment, though, Sam was the one cleaning the table with the current set of drunkards who had decided to try their hand against him.

He looked up just as he finished the current game, gathering up the money that had been bet. He'd been going to call out to Castiel, but the sound died in his throat when he saw someone else was talking to the other man. Someone who was entirely too close for Sam's liking.

He nodded to the other players, pocketing the money before walking over and putting a hand between Castiel's shoulder blades before letting it slip down. "Hey, Cas. Who's your friend?"

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[freetobe]

"Sam.... yes, please... I want you to touch me, I need you."

It's true. When Sam is gone, every fiber of his being knows it, and misses him, yearns for him. Castiel needs him in ways he never thought possible.

"I'm ready."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I don't think I'll stop touching you tomorrow." Which also wasn't unusual after a case. He knows he's gotten incredibly attached to Castiel and it could be a problem should their enemies figure it out. But Castiel is still a formidable warrior in his own right and can defend himself if necessary.

He smiles to himself, leaning back against the headboard. "Good, Cas. You're doing so good for me. Now, I want you to put the clamps on."

[freetobe]

"Talk me through it. Please."

Not that Castiel can't do it on his own. But with Sam's hands not available, he needs his lover all over him in a different way, needs to hear the reassuring cadence of his voice as he clamps his nipples for him, as he turns himself into a show for Sam to enjoy.

It's almost a pity that Sam can't see him, nipples hard and red, face flushed.

[fromfryingpantofire]

One of these days, Sam really does need to sit down and show Castiel how to do Skype. Because he would very much like to be able to watch Castiel as he does this for him.

Sam licks his lips, taking a breath. "I can do that, Cas. Since you asked so nicely." And there's definitely a smile to his voice. "Pick up one of the clamps. Then take hold of each side of the clamp and pull it apart. Far enough that you can get your nipple through it. Put it on your nipple and let it go slowly. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

[freetobe]

Castiel doesn't respond verbally for a moment, his breathing the only sound from his end of the line, accompanied by the metallic clinking of the clamps as he picks one up and follows Sam's instructions. Not out of necessity, but because it's always better this way.

And yes, he's careful as he lets it go slowly, lets it settle on his nipple, squeezing it.

Sam will know when Castiel has finished the first one, because he cries out softly in pleasure and need, a soft nose between a gasp and a sob. Relief, because the intensity of this is always what he needs.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He doesn't bother stopping himself this time, pulling the phone away from his ear so that Castiel can hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. "Fuck, Cas. You make such beautiful sounds," he says when the phone is back up. "Do the same with the other clamp when you're ready, Cas. And no holding back your sounds. I want to hear all of them right now."

[freetobe]

"Yes, master."

Castiel is shaking both from the stimulation and from the sound of Sam's zipper. Wishes that meant Sam would split him open on his cock, bigger than any of their toys, the only way Castiel ever feels properly full.

He has to make do with the fact that he's making Sam want.

When Castiel fastens the second clamp, he moans and cries out for Sam, unable and unwilling to hold back as per Sam's request, a trickle of sweat running down his arched spine, and a soft 'fuck' slipping out along with Sam's name.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Oh, Sam very much wants. If it wouldn't have been far more dangerous, he would have liked to have pushed on for home. But he and Dean are both exhausted after a hard hunt and rest is necessary.

Eventually, at least.

"Fuck, Cas. Sitting here and remembering the way those clamps look on you." He has to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder to push down his jeans and boxers, freeing himself from the confines of clothing. "Want you to put the gag on now. Before you open yourself up."

[freetobe]

Castiel can just picture it, the way Sam frees himself. Proportionally large, which makes him big as Castiel knows, and the fallen angel, as it turns out, loves that a lot. There's nothing quite like being feeling full with nothing but the man he's chosen to love, the man who loves him back, and owns him on top of that.

Castiel doesn't speak, but the moment he slips the red ball between his lips he moans in pleasure, drags his tongue along the material. The moan ends in a blissful sigh - oh yes, Castiel delights in this as much as Sam does.

[fromfryingpantofire]

If anything, Sam might say that Castiel enjoys it more than he does. Which is perfectly fine, of course. Sam definitely enjoys watching him enjoy himself.

"If you need to stop, Cas, hit the buttons on the phone." Chances of having to were pretty small, really, but there was a possibility. "For now, if you're okay, I want you to grab the lube and coat your fingers. You're going to open yourself up for me."

[freetobe]

The chances are as minimal as they could possibly be. A fire might inspire Castiel to break the scene, and even then he would probably need a moment to come to that conclusion. What they do, what they share... it's addictive.

In the silence, the sound of the lube being opened and squeezed travels through the line well, and after another moment of silence, so does the hitch in Castiel's breath that even after all this time, the first breach never fails to draw forth.

[fromfryingpantofire]

That hitch is enough to make Sam groan, reaching down to give himself a light stroke. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, knowing that Cas can make Sam understand him even gagged. "Not as good as when I do it, I know. And believe me, I miss doing it, too, getting you ready to take my cock."