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“Dean, it is completely natural” Cas admonished. It was only the thousandth time they’d had this conversation since leaving their motel earlier that morning.
“There is absolutely nothing natural about hurtling through the air in a tin can, why did I agree to this?!”. Dean was gripping the armrests and the plane hadn’t even started moving yet.
“You agreed to it, no sorry, you suggested it because you miss your brother”.
“Yeah well, never let me make a suggestion again when I only have about two remaining brain cells because you made the rest melt out of my ears doing that thing with your tongue”.
The corner of Cas’s lip raised slightly, remembering.
It had been a couple of weeks since Dean had decided to bite the bullet and book the tickets to London. Sam had been working over there for around 8 months now. He got a year-long secondment at a law firm in London that’s part of the same company as the firm he’s a partner at back in Kansas.
Jess took a sabbatical from her own company and went with him, distraught at the thought of living halfway across the world from Sam for a year. Even though Sam only took the position in the first place because Jess convinced him that it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Dean thought he could relate, he’d rather be eaten by hellhounds than be apart from Cas for that long.
Sam and Jess could have taken the trip back to Kansas, they offered to in fact, but Cas has those eyes, the ones that make it impossible to say no to him. So when they were lying in bed, after Cas quite possibly (or maybe even literally) fucked Dean’s brains out, and Cas had quietly confessed he would actually love to visit London and stared at Dean with those big, sad, blue eyes, Dean obviously went and suggested that they should go. Because Dean is a weak, weak man.
Which brings them to today, trapped in the metal death trap, Dean regretting every decision he’s ever made and Cas trying to convince him it will be worth it once they’re reunited with Sam and Jess. They’d driven the 5 hours to Denver the night before and stayed in a motel not far from the airport because “one plane is bad enough there’s no fucking way I’m getting on two”.
The pilot did his conventional welcome aboard speech, greeting passengers, giving details of the flight ahead and wishing everyone a pleasant journey, and shortly afterwards the plane was in motion. Dean paid rapt attention to the safety announcement, sweaty hands still white knuckling the armrests, before turning to Cas as they continued taxi-ing to the runway.
“Eight and a half hours, Cas. How the fuck am I supposed to sit here and act normal for eight and a half hours”.
“No one said you had to act normal” Cas deadpanned. “You just have to try and not pass out at least, it would make the journey significantly more boring for me if you were comatose”.
“Oh of course, my apologies, how selfish of me” Dean muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm
Cas rolled his eyes and took Dean’s left hand in his right, interlocking their fingers and squeezing tight. Dean had insisted he sit by the window so he could “see if something's not right” and of course Cas had assented. Although he wasn’t sure what Dean was planning on doing to assist from his window seat in row 38 if he saw something that “didn’t look right”.
Dean didn’t say another word until they were thousands of feet in the air and the seatbelt light was no longer lit up, he just kept his iron grip on Cas’s hand on one side and the armrest on the other, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared wide eyed out of the window.
“Only eight hours to go” Dean muttered, breaking the silence between them.
Cas pulled his hand out of Dean’s fierce hold and instead reached both of his hands up to hold either side of Dean’s face before earnestly declaring “you’re doing so good, Dean, and I’m right here with you”.
Dean couldn’t help but sigh at the fondness in Cas’s eyes and the honesty in his voice, before leaning forward to lightly peck him on the lips. Trying to convey through the kiss that despite his bad attitude he was eternally grateful to have Cas in his corner.
A couple of hours into the flight brought about a new challenge when some turbulence started up. Dean’s eyes were darting around the cabin, trying to check if anyone else looked concerned. “Why is everyone so calm! The plane is rattling, come on, that can’t be normal!”
“I assure you it is very normal, wouldn’t it be worse if people did look concerned?”
“Yeah yeah” he stuttered trying to think of a snarky retort “go away with your stupid facts” Dean finally responded with a finger pointed in Cas’s face before returning to white knuckling both armrests, closing his eyes and humming Metallica.
Another couple of minutes must have passed before Dean felt Cas’s hand start stroking up and down his thigh. He peeked out of his left eye but Cas was staring forward at the little screen on the back of the chair, seemingly engrossed in the flight map.
He closed his eye again and tried to focus on his breathing but then Cas squeezed. Now normally Dean would be all for some light (or heavy) groping but they were on a plane, rattling through the sky, with 300 other people around them.
Dean’s eyes both flew open and he turned his head to gauge Cas’s gameplan, trying to hide the way his heart was now speeding up for an entirely different reason, but Cas was still staring ahead at the screen, expressionless.
“What’s going on, Cas?”
Cas turned to look at Dean now, tilting his head slightly to the side feigning innocence “I’m not sure what you mean”. But he punctuated his words by suddenly pressing the palm of his hand into Dean’s crotch, drawing a moan out of him.
“Shhhh” Cas’s other hand flew up to cover Dean’s mouth and he stared into his eyes with the look of a man on a mission. Dean nodded to confirm he was going to be quiet, so Cas dropped his hand again and settled back into the chair, resuming his exploration of Dean’s thighs.
Dean looked around to see if anyone seemed to have noticed what was going on, but the other passengers near them seemed to be minding their own business, eating snacks or watching movies.
Cas continued stroking the area around Dean’s crotch, completely missing the main event, as he leaned in towards Dean to whisper “I can’t wait until we get to the hotel”. Dean’s breath hitched slightly, unsure but totally on board with wherever this was going.
The plane went on rattling and Cas went on stroking and whispering. “I’m going to have you writhing and whimpering, begging me to fuck you”. Dean gasped in a breath and squirmed in his seat, his cock was definitely starting to take notice of the proceedings.
“You’ll be leaking so much by the time I actually get inside you that you’ll come just from my cock. You can do that for me can’t you sweet boy?” Cas said as he rubbed over the growing bulge in Dean’s jeans.
Dean actually let out a whimper at that and he canted his hips against Cas’s hand.
“You love having my cock pounding against your prostate, filling you up. Making it so that you think of me every time you sit down for days afterwards.”
“Cas” Dean breathed out on the tail end of a moan.
“Mm?” Cas returned as he kept rubbing.
“Cas I’m” he struggled to get his words out. He looked down at his crotch as he continued “people will see, get the blanket” Dean said as he pointed at the free blanket the airline provided when they boarded.
Cas removed his hand and reached down to the seat pocket to retrieve the blanket, taking it out of the packaging and unfolding it before spreading it out over both of their laps.
As soon as the blanket was over Dean’s lap, Cas wasted no time in reaching underneath it and undoing his fly.
Dean had pretty much resigned himself to his fate at that point, he has no self control when it comes to Cas, especially when he’s reaching into his jeans to grip his now fully erect cock.
Cas leaned in and started nipping and sucking on Dean’s neck under the guise of leaning his head on his shoulder to rest, giving him perfect access to whisper more filthy words into Dean’s ear. He continued stroking his fingers up and down Dean’s length through the fabric of his boxers while he did so.
“Are you getting nice and wet for me?”
Dean would be embarrassed of the sound he made in response if his brain was online enough to care. He squirmed in his seat again, still gripping the armrests. His cock was now hard enough to pound nails and leaking continuously into his boxers.
Cas circled his thumb and forefinger around the head of Dean’s cock and squeezed lightly, causing him to buck up out of his seat.
“Sweetheart, please.”
“What is it, Dean?”
Dean moaned lowly as Cas kept rubbing and squeezing.
“You know what it is, ahh, please, I need to come.”
“Do you think you can stay quiet for me? Only I get to hear those pretty sounds you make, they’re not for anyone else.” Cas practically growled into Dean’s ear.
Dean looked unsure at first but the need to come won out in the end and he nodded steadfastly.
The plane rattled again and Dean jumped, eyes wide.
“It’s okay Dean, I’ve got you, just focus on me.”
Dean nodded again and relaxed back into his seat, which Cas took as an invitation to snake his hand into Dean’s underwear.
Dean panicked for a second, remembering his surroundings and looked around to check if anyone was watching. Satisfied that no one was paying them any mind he allowed himself to sink into the feeling.
Cas noticed and cooed “there you go, so good for me”.
Dean whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, breath coming out choppy.
Cas propped his right leg up on the seat, tenting the blanket so that the movement underneath it wouldn’t be so obvious and started pumping Dean’s cock in earnest.
Dean wished he could hear the slick-wet sound of it over the airplane noise but Cas spewing filth in his ear was enough. He could feel his balls drawing up and started bucking his hips up in time with Cas’s hand, racing to the finish line.
“Come for me, Dean” Cas whispered and that was it, Dean erupted, shooting hot stripes of come over Cas’s hand and the underside of the blanket. Cas slapped his other hand over Dean’s mouth when it became clear he was in fact not capable of coming quietly and Dean’s eyes rolled back in his head as Cas continued stroking him through it.
Cas hadn’t noticed at first but the sudden movement of his hand flying up to cover Dean’s mouth had drawn the attention of an elderly lady across the aisle, causing her to look on in confusion
“Sorry ma’am, just joking around” Cas awkwardly smiled and removed his hand from Dean’s mouth slowly. The lady tutted and turned away.
“Shit” Dean said as he came to and realised what was going on. “Do you think she knew what we were doing?”
They both looked at each other and broke out into wide grins.
“Should have made her pay up, just gave her a show for free” Dean continued.
“Dean” Cas chastised.
“Cas you’re gonna have to go get me something to clean up with from the bathroom.”
Cas didn’t answer but his eyes awkwardly flitted around the cabin.
“What’s the problem?” Dean prompted. “This is gonna get very uncomfortable very fast” he said as he gestured towards his crotch.
“I know it’s just” he paused and looked around sheepishly before continuing, “I’ve got a bit of a situation myself”.
Upon Dean’s confused look, Cas grabbed his hand and pressed it to his crotch, which was now tenting considerably. He sighed a little at the feel of Dean’s hand relieving some pressure and Dean’s cock gave a valiant twitch, knowing Cas was that turned on by pleasuring him.
Dean raised an eyebrow and chuckled a little before affirming “I have no sympathy for you, you did this to yourself”.
Cas huffed and checked again that there was no one around before awkwardly getting up and waddling quickly down the aisle to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, during which Dean’s situation was getting more uncomfortable by the second, Cas emerged, flushed and no longer sporting an impressive tent in his pants.
When he sat back into his seat and handed over a wad of tissues Dean accused “you jerked off in the bathroom didn’t you?”.
Cas tried to keep his face as stoic as possible as he said “not sure what you mean” but Dean could see the corner of his lip turning up slightly, threatening to turn into a smile.
Dean laughed and shook his head “asshole”.
Cas grinned at him and once he’d finished cleaning up, reached for Dean’s hand, interlocking their fingers once again.
Maybe flying isn’t so bad after all, Dean thought, as he rested his head against Cas’s and closed his eyes.