H.J WeDoo Black Metal Single Bed 3ft Bed Frame with Heart-shape Headboard Suit for 90x190cm Mattress

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H.J WeDoo Black Metal Single Bed 3ft Bed Frame with Heart-shape Headboard Suit for 90x190cm Mattress

H.J WeDoo Black Metal Single Bed 3ft Bed Frame with Heart-shape Headboard Suit for 90x190cm Mattress

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There’s something...” he gestures to the pillow half afraid that something is going to jump out at them. Though whatever it is had felt disturbingly inanimate for a bed shaped like a heart. With a bravery Dean doesn’t expect, Cas reaches under the pillow and pulls out something shaped like an egg. Cas is right about one thing though; the bed is surprisingly comfortable even if it curves a little, forcing Dean’s body to lean into Cas. Cas leans towards him in kind but there is still enough space between them to protect their modesty.

Cas sighs. “You’re not going to get comfortable, so unless you want to make up a bed using Gabriel’s sheets-” he pauses to let that particular distasteful thought sink in, “-just...get in here. There’s room.” Together they peel the covers off the bed and Dean pushes the mass of cushions and pillows onto the floor. When he looks up, Cas is holding the bedsheet out in front of himself, almost comically trying to figure out how to best cover the awkwardly shaped mattress in front of them. Dean freezes. His throat feels hoarse and his eyes are burning already even though Cas hasn’t said it yet. The fragile world they’d created the night before is already crashing down around him. Cas looks so peaceful when he sleeps. His default expression is usually a frown except around Dean that is. With Dean, he’s always laughing, always smiling. It’s not that he’s miserable otherwise but...no one makes him laugh like Dean. It’s something Dean has always treasured in the small part of his heart where he allows himself to think about Cas like that. Along with the way Cas looks up at the stars as if he can see something wondrous that no one else sees. The way he always groans at the first bite of the burgers Dean makes. The way he always makes sure to ask after Sam and knows Dean’s brother’s schedule better than Dean knows his own.

Good night, Dean,” Cas whispers and is it Dean’s imagination or does he sound a little wistful? Probably not. He’s probably just tired. He can step off the precipice or he can accept the dismissal, roll over and try to sleep. They’ll wake up in the morning and they’ll never speak of this again. But it feels like something has changed. The air has shifted. It is almost tense. Strained. Cas frowns before he finally says, “You can’t sleep here, Dean.” Dean looks up, alarmed even though he knows Cas wouldn’t throw him out, let alone at a time like this. Cas holds his hands out gesturing to the couch. “This couch is way too small for you.” Cas all but wrestles Dean to the place where he was a moment ago, returning the kisses and the touches but with a great deal more fervour. Cas is burning against him and Dean is happy to go up in flames. He’d been so focused on how good Cas felt beneath him Dean hadn’t realised he was nearly as hard as he was. It only takes a few well placed strokes through Dean’s flannel pants for him to realise how much he wants this. How much he needs this. Under Cas’ hand he feels like he’s never been touched before and surely he hasn’t been. No one has ever touched him like this. Like he is at once all too fragile but all too durable. Cas worships him even as he digs his fingers into his hips in a grip that will leave bruises come morning. Then the warmth of his mouth is returning the favour to Dean and Dean doesn’t recognise the noises that Cas rips from his chest. I’ve enjoyed giving more and more people permission to be who they want to be and romantically find what works for them,” she says.

I don’t want to know how you can recognise a porn film my brother apparently starred in from one scene alone. Let’s never speak of this again, can we please go to sleep?” And not just at night either. Contrary to popular belief, stargazing was often done best in the pre-dawn light. Dean had learned that the hard way. Not that Dean minded. No, I mean...” he wraps his arms around Cas’ waist, bringing their chests together as he kisses him deeply. “ Stay with me .”Make love to me, Dean,” Cas whispers into his ear and Dean tries very hard not to come from that alone. “Please?” Still beyond words Dean manages to nod, unable to fathom why Cas should look like all his birthdays, Christmasses, and wet dreams have come at once. Cas leans in to kiss him and Dean uses the distraction to reach blindly over to the drawer that had scarred him for life but he knows there’s lube in there. There must be, surely. He feels his way to a bottle and pulls it out, bringing it to his eyes and he recognises the font and the shape; it’s lube. It’ll do. Dean had chosen that particularly inopportune moment to take a swig from the bottle of soda beside his bed and the resulting snort had seen him dribble most of it down his chin and onto his shirt. “California? That’s...that’s a bit of a trek.”



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