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xXx TRAITORS AND TATTOOS Part. 2 xXx
Sam hears the knock and goes to open. Cas stands outside, leaning against the doorframe with a suave smile, bangs falling down in his eyes. He has ripped (Since when?) jeans on and a green army jacket, chewing gum.
“Cas! Where have you been?! I’ve been so worried! You should have been home hours ago!”
Cas roams his eyes up and down Sam’s body appreciatively and blows a bubble. “Gods! You are a gorgeous beast of a man,” he says as the bubble pops.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Oh no! Don’t you go all ‘you’re-so-beautiful-Sam’ on me and think I will just let this slip. I was worried! And why didn’t you use your keys?”
Cas quirks an eyebrow at him and pats his pockets half-heartedly. “Seems I don’t have keys to this apartment, Sam. You gonna let me in or not, sweetheart?”
Baffled, Sam steps aside and Cas picks up an army bag and saunters past him looking curiously around the apartment. He dumps the bag in the middle of the floor and turns around to look at Sam as he closes the door.
“So what happened Cas?”
Cas tilts his head and smiles a nonchalant lopsided grin. “Oh you know, the usual. I got tired of the same old, ran away to join the peace corps, but now I’m back.”
Sam chuckles disbelievingly. What on earth is up with Cas? “Are you drunk?”
“Nah. But I’ve got two bottles of scotch in my bag so I suggest we remedy that as soon as possible.”
Seriously? He sounds just like Dean. Maybe he is roleplaying? He is so friggin’ relaxed and nonchalant. Sam doesn't think he has ever seen Cas like this before. It’s kinda sexy. “Since when do you drink scotch?” he grins.
Cas shrugs and picks up Sam’s phone on the coffee table, he looks at Sam and then shuts it off. “So, gorgeous, are you just gonna stand there fawning over me or are you gonna come here and show me some love?” Cas tilts his head again, smiling at Sam with an expectant expression.
Sam laughs. Whatever was up with Cas, Sam likes it! He strides up to his boyfriend and kisses him, circling him with his arms. Cas reciprocates hungrily. More passionately than he’s ever kissed. When they break the kiss, panting, Sam is literally swooning.
“Shit. Cas has extraordinary taste in men, wouldn’t you say?” Cas says grinning contentedly.
Sam laughs out loud. “Talking about yourself in third person now? That’s so lame!”
“Oh yeah? You know what isn’t lame? How I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream and beg for mercy. And then I’m gonna ride you until I come all over you. Then we’re gonna get ourselves drunk on the scotch and do it all over again.” Cas waggles his eyebrows and winks.
Sam laughs, heating up from excitement.
Cas hoists him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. “Okay princess, point the way to the bedroom.”
Sam squeals of laughter. Cas was definitely roleplaying. Sam plays along and points in the direction of the bedroom. Cas throws him on the bed and dives right in after him.
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Sam wakes up the next morning pleasantly sore after what has been the best sex of his life. Cas has been like a whole new person, he even smells different. Sam nuzzles his boyfriend, sleeping on his belly beside him. He smells like sweat and sex and seawater. He smells wonderful. Sam traces the wing tattoos on his back, always equally fascinated with how lifelike the feathers are. He frowns and scrapes his nail lightly over a faded scar. Funny how he never noticed it before.
Yesterday had made that spark between them rekindle and blossom to new heights. He doesn't get what had gotten into Cas, but lately he’d been thinking about ending it. The first year had been fantastic, but this last year the spark had just kind of dwindled into the best friendship he ever had. But that was it. He loves the guy, he does, and he wants him to be a part of the rest of his life, but it felt more platonic. Until yesterday that is! All the butterflies and fireworks returned with a vengeance.
“Mmmh… That feels good.” A sleepy mumble alerts Sam that Cas is awake.
“Dude, what the Hell happened yesterday? Were you in some kind of life or death situation or something?” Sam asks and kisses Cas between the shoulderblades.
“As a matter a fact I was. That’s why I came back.”
“What do you mean by that? Were you leaving me?” Sam’s stomach drops.
Cas flops around on his back and pulls Sam over himself, tangling his fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. “I’m never leaving you. You’re like a greek sex god or something.”
Sam grins, relieved. “Which one?”
Cas quirks an eyebrow. “How should I know?”
“Duh. Because religion and mythology is your major perhaps?” Sam says dryly.
Cas sniggers. “Yes that would be a valid reason indeed. Castiel, ever the nerd.”
Sam kisses his boyfriend on the forehead. “Dude. Talking about yourself in third person is no less lame today than it was yesterday.”
“Well then, Sam. Maybe you should punish me for it?” Cas purrs suggestively in a low voice that sends a jolt straight to Sam’s groin. Sam takes him up on the suggestion.
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