Silence is Golden but Duct Tape is Silver

[marie_de_sade]

Title: Silence is Golden but Duct Tape is Silver
Rating:NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: up to Changing Channels episode
Warnings: Gags
Author Notes: Written for Kink bingo: silence/gags

Dean didn’t know exactly what he was expecting to happen the first time Cas and him had sex. In fact he had been pretty sure he’d have to wait years before Castiel was ready for sex. Apparently he was totally off because one day Castiel popped up and told him he was aware Dean wasn’t very experienced in homosexual sex but he was getting a little impatient. Of course he had an inkling that it would be slow, that he’d have to talk Castiel through it while he figured out the exact dynamics of sex. That part was mostly true, not because Castiel was as clueless on the issue of intercourse as Dean had originally thought but because he just seemed a little embarrassed by the filthy words that came out of Dean’s mouth. Dean got the hint pretty quickly and tried to tone down the dirty talk .

Dean got a little freaked out when the lamp next to them exploded but Castiel was still clawing at his shoulders so brushed the glass dust off his shoulder and carried on. Dean ignored the flickering lights, the TV suddenly turning on and the way the bed was shaking, as far as he knew that was all par for the course when angels have sex. It wasn’t until Castiel was close to coming apart that the noise started the same noise Dean had heard when he first got out of hell. He knew it was Castiel’s real voice and it was a million times worse when the source was right in from of you. Dean slapped his hands over his ears and fell back on the bed. The noise stopped almost instantly but it left behind a ringing in Dean’s ears that didn’t go away. He looked over to Castiel, who kept mouth I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and it was only then that Dean realized he couldn’t hear. Castiel quickly reached out and brushed his fingers against Dean’s forehead. The pain instantly disappeared and his hearing came back just in time for him to hear Castiel fly away.

^#$%^&

Dean finally managed to corner Castiel two weeks later, he grabbed the angels arm before he could poof away after Sam leaves them alone. Castiel refused to look at him, head held down almost shamefully like a guilty puppy. “Come on, Cas. You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I apologize,” Castiel mumbled, shifting awkwardly in Dean’s hold. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Dean assured him. He pulled Castiel close, cupped a hand around his jaw and made Castiel look at him. “It’ll be better next time.”

“Dean,” Castiel pulled away and shook his head, “we’re never having sex again.”

“Whoa! Never? As in ‘never ever’?”  Dean gaped.

“I nearly destroyed the room,” Castiel grimaced. Dean opened his mouth to protest, tell him that everyone’s first time sucks, but Castiel cut him off, “Dean, your ears were bleeding.”

“But can’t we just try and be more careful next time?”

“You were the one that told me that if you can’t do something right don’t bother doing it at all.”

“But-” Dean reached for Castiel but the angel was gone in a flutter of wings before Dean could argue with him anymore.

$#$^&@

Dean locked the door as soon as Sam left, just in case his brother decided to return early. He was almost giddy as he started to riffle through his duffel bag having finally found a solution to his problem. “Castiel, get your feathery ass down here!”

“I hope this is important,” Castiel said behind him. Dean spun around and grinned but Castiel didn’t look all that pleased to see him. Dean felt a twinge of sympathy for the angel, it was only a few hours ago he found out that not only was his brother Gabriel alive but that he’d been playing Pagan god the last few centuries. Castiel glanced around the room and found them alone, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Dean was up to. “Dean, I thought we had already discussed this.”

“Shut up,” Dean grinned and reached into his pocket.

“No, I have already-” Castiel didn’t get to finish because Dean slapped a strip of duct tape over his mouth. The angel’s face crumpled up in confusion and he reached up to rip the tape off but Dean stopped him.

“Hey, let’s just give it a try.” Dean grabbed Castiel’s shoulders, turned him around and sat him down on the bed. “I figured if it was good enough for an archangel then it’s good enough for me.”

Castiel looked up at Dean and gingerly touched the tape over his mouth. Dean thought he might still say no and put an end to Dean’s sex life but after a few moments of thoughtful silence Castiel slowly nodded. Dean practically pounced on Castiel, gripped a handful of his hair and tried kissing him but the duct tape was too smooth and cool for it to be anything but awkward.

Dean leaned back to pull his shirt off and Castiel started to work on the buttons of his shirt. It didn’t take Dean long to get naked but he could tell that Castiel was still a little nervous because he had only unbuttoned half his shirt. Dean rolled his eyes and went straight for Castiel’s belt realizing that if they continued at Castiel’s pace Sam would be back before they even got to the foreplay.

Dean pushed Castiel onto his back and gently nipped at his shoulder, he reached between them to fist the angel’s cock before Castiel could get any second thoughts. Castiel was taking deep, shaky breaths through his nose as Dean started to kiss down his chest. By the time Dean reached his hips Castiel was hard, the head of his cock glistened with pre-come.

Dean lapped up the pearly liquid and Castiel let out a muffled cry that sounded more like a grunt beneath the duct tape. Dean rolled over to the side of the bed and felt around the floor until he found the bottle of lube that was still nearly full after only being used once. He drizzled some on his fingers before settling himself between Castiel’s legs again. He swallowed down Castiel’s swollen cock in one smooth motion while he ran a slick finger over the angel’s hole. Castiel shook beneath Dean as the hunter stretched him open, their first time had been fast, hard fucking and Castiel must be drowning in sensation and the slow push of Dean’s fingers.

Dean felt Castiel try to pull at the short hairs on the hunter’s hair and tug him up. Dean pulled off of Castiel with a soft pop and looked up to see the blissed out expression he’d put on the other man’s face. “You ready?”

Castiel nodded and pulled Dean down on top of him, he couldn’t kiss Dean like he wanted to but he nuzzled the side of Dean’s cheek. Dean hooked one of Castiel’s leg over his hip and started to push in, carefully watching Castiel for any signs of discomfort. Castiel hands where gripping around the bed post behind him, his eyes squeezed tight and his jaw clenched. Dean knew he was worried he’d let out a sound that the duct tape couldn’t mask and that he’d hurt Dean again. He tried to sooth the angel, runs his hand up and down Castiel’s side till he loses some of the tension in his muscles. When Dean felt him relax a little he moved his hips a little more, going a little deeper and when he bottomed out Castiel wrapped his other leg around Dean. Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel’s collar bone and the angel relinquished his death grip on the bed post to run his fingers through Dean’s hair. The hunter grinned beneath the touch and started to move, pulling out almost completely before he slammed back in.

Dean hadn’t had much of a chance to map out the span of Castiel’s body and that probably been the worst part of Castiel not to letting Dean touch him, that the angel had only given him a taste and then refused to give him more. Dean ran his hands all over Castiel’s smooth skin, licked at all the contours of his neck and memorized every inch. It took a few thrust but Dean finally hit Castiel’s prostate and the angel nearly arched off the bed, only held down by the weight of Dean on top of him.

Castiel stared up at him with lidded eyes, unable to speak but every time Dean moved inside him something shone in those blue depths.  The lights still flickered and the room still shook but when Castiel was finally pushed over the edge he didn’t make a sound.