You’re the right kind of trouble
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"Dean, you promised me you'd wait until we were back in our room..."
Dean snickered against Cas's collarbone, idly scratching his hip as their shoulders bumped against the hallway's cool tiles.
"C'mon. Don't you know how delicious you look right now?" Wet. Skin tanned and flush from time spent beat with needles of hot, hot water. It drove Dean mad. "Sides... not like we aren't showing anything we haven't already."
That tickled a smile out of Cas, who began threading his fingers through Dean's hair. Petting him. Guiding him closer towards his mouth. "That's true."
"And haven't I been good then?" Dean continued, pressing tiny kisses around Cas's mouth. Each press of lip to stubble felt like he tongued a live electrical socket. "All of you on display, and I keep it PG. Keep it level."
"You've been pretty handsy at times."
"You weren't complaining then."
"And I find myself less in the mood to be doing so." Cas pulled Dean away, close enough that when he talked Dean understood what he said because of the steady rhythm of his lips brushing his and not because of his voice. Dean lost any ability to hear Cas, then. "Your brother's conditions regarding our lifestyle is dependent on the fact that he never walk in on us in the act. So unless you want to go back to wearing clothes at all hours, let's continue this somewhere else."
He made sense. Dean loved him for being able to do so as much as he hated hearing it. Dean's whine was stuck in the back of his throat but echoed far down to a point neither of them could see.
"Can I at least have one more kiss."
Cas obliged.
It was a consolation. It was a promise. It made Dean wish they were in his room already, though he loathed to break from the moment. Most of all, it was Cas.
