Dinner actually is awesome. The conversation isn’t awkward, Sam has time to appreciate Castiel’s arms when he ditches the suit jacket, the food is great, the music is good (and actually, when Castiel tells Sam that while he has a preference for classical music he thinks that Bon Jovi are a perfectly legitimate band he’s relieved. People usually start not to take him seriously when he says he likes them), the wine is good too and when at one point he actually feels Castiel’s foot on his ankle, Sam’s eyes widen. He meets Castiel’s. And he actually looks down at his food half-blushing, but the foot remains there.
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Sam proposes a movie after, because he doesn’t want things to end there. And Castiel says yes. And then when Sam says that maybe they could go see some Japanese movie that he couldn’t find anyone to go with because according to them it has to be artsy, boring and long, Castiel looks actually delighted.
During the last fifteen minutes, feeling very bold, Sam’s hand reaches out and touches Castiel’s thigh.
Castiel doesn’t do anything to move it away.
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“Oh, fuck,” Sam breathes before leaning down again and kissing the hell out of Castiel against the latter’s studio apartment door. They had actually started kissing at the end of the stairs and they haven’t separated until then. How Castiel managed to open the door is a mystery.
“I echo the sentiment,” Castiel breathes when they part, and then those lips are on Sam’s again and Jesus, Castiel is an awesome kisser. He’s thorough, he has soft lips which are sin embodied or something, and as his tongue traces Sam’s teeth he can’t help moaning into the other’s mouth as Castiel grabs his hips and grinds against them. And they’re both so hard that Sam can’t even stand it.
“If you…” Castiel manages when they finally stop for air, “if you’d rather not move so fast I would suggest you to say it now. Because if you don’t…”
“Dude, I’ve been wanting to do this way longer. Hell, I’ve been staring at you for three weeks, it wasn’t just for kicks.”
Castiel actually blushes. For real.
“What?”
“I… I had been doing the same,” he admits, and then Sam for some reason feels very, very giddy.
“Does this mean we could have been doing this for a lot longer?”
“I imagine, yes.”
“Did I say anything about wanting to take this slow?” Sam teases, and when Castiel fully smiles at him his knees start to give out.
But that’s just not how things should go and so he mans up and kisses that smile once and twice and then he loses count, and fuck, he thinks as they undress each other while falling on the bed and kicking down three piles of books on the floor in the process, Castiel should really wear a lot less layers of clothing. They just don’t make that delicious body of his justice.
And then he proceeds to show Castiel how much he actually appreciates it.
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The next morning, there’s a message on Sam’s phone, but he’s in bed with Castiel, they’re pretty much entwined in a way that is very comfortable but that would be extremely not comfortable if they tried to disentangle, and so he just smiles while he watches Castiel sleep before curling closer and ignoring the phone.
It can wait.
By the way, the message is from Dean. It says, I hope you didn’t pull that idiotic ‘let’s just not go too far the first time act’, or I’ll personally kick your ass myself.
Re: Sam/Castiel, AU + sort of staring + movies + GRAD SCHOOL ROM COM OR SOMETHING, PG13-ish, 4/4
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Sam proposes a movie after, because he doesn’t want things to end there. And Castiel says yes. And then when Sam says that maybe they could go see some Japanese movie that he couldn’t find anyone to go with because according to them it has to be artsy, boring and long, Castiel looks actually delighted.
During the last fifteen minutes, feeling very bold, Sam’s hand reaches out and touches Castiel’s thigh.
Castiel doesn’t do anything to move it away.
--
“Oh, fuck,” Sam breathes before leaning down again and kissing the hell out of Castiel against the latter’s studio apartment door. They had actually started kissing at the end of the stairs and they haven’t separated until then. How Castiel managed to open the door is a mystery.
“I echo the sentiment,” Castiel breathes when they part, and then those lips are on Sam’s again and Jesus, Castiel is an awesome kisser. He’s thorough, he has soft lips which are sin embodied or something, and as his tongue traces Sam’s teeth he can’t help moaning into the other’s mouth as Castiel grabs his hips and grinds against them. And they’re both so hard that Sam can’t even stand it.
“If you…” Castiel manages when they finally stop for air, “if you’d rather not move so fast I would suggest you to say it now. Because if you don’t…”
“Dude, I’ve been wanting to do this way longer. Hell, I’ve been staring at you for three weeks, it wasn’t just for kicks.”
Castiel actually blushes. For real.
“What?”
“I… I had been doing the same,” he admits, and then Sam for some reason feels very, very giddy.
“Does this mean we could have been doing this for a lot longer?”
“I imagine, yes.”
“Did I say anything about wanting to take this slow?” Sam teases, and when Castiel fully smiles at him his knees start to give out.
But that’s just not how things should go and so he mans up and kisses that smile once and twice and then he loses count, and fuck, he thinks as they undress each other while falling on the bed and kicking down three piles of books on the floor in the process, Castiel should really wear a lot less layers of clothing. They just don’t make that delicious body of his justice.
And then he proceeds to show Castiel how much he actually appreciates it.
--
The next morning, there’s a message on Sam’s phone, but he’s in bed with Castiel, they’re pretty much entwined in a way that is very comfortable but that would be extremely not comfortable if they tried to disentangle, and so he just smiles while he watches Castiel sleep before curling closer and ignoring the phone.
It can wait.
By the way, the message is from Dean. It says, I hope you didn’t pull that idiotic ‘let’s just not go too far the first time act’, or I’ll personally kick your ass myself.