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by ajwhite9150
On the third day of Christmas fics, AJ gave to me...
A bad snow storm hits just as Dean and Cas are heading home from a hunt. Fortunately, they find a motel with a room available, unfortunately there's only one bed... and what are they to do when the radiator calls it quits?
Words: 6405, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of 12 Days of Christmas (Fics)
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural)
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Christmas Smut, Fluff and Smut, Huddling For Warmth, Sharing a Bed, Needy Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Come as Lube, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, Neck Kissing, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Enthusiastic Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Mentions of Blow Job, mentions of anal sex, Spit As Lube, Grinding, First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, First Time, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Minor Original Character(s), Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, If You Squint - Freeform, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), they argue like a married couple, because they are honestly
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Many, many kisses to @whatsintheboxmh, @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @lemonlyman-dotcom for tagging me 🥰😘
Have a little snippet from my second Holiday fic, the one I'm writing for @12daysofchristmas - this post might give you a bit more background to yesterday's last line 😉 (this is still unbeta'd so please excuse any mistakes)
“Urgh, damn it,” Carlos groans when TK stays silent. “Fine, what do I have to say or do for you to take me with you? Do you want me to beg?”
For just a moment, an image from a few months prior flashes through TK’s mind – an image of Carlos taking him apart, artfully, skillfully, grinning down at him with a wicked smile. You beg so beautifully. Their relationship was tipping on the edge of being something more, something serious, before it all came crashing down. But no matter how hard TK tried to push any thoughts of Carlos away after that, he still easily remembers how much Carlos loved to make him beg.
Maybe he should repay the favor.
“Would be a start,” he tells him just as they reach the car park and he checks the info on the papers to find the proper space and car. He spots it easily, not breaking his stride as he moves over to it, clicking the button to have it beep open.
However, before he reaches the car, a hand catches his elbow, far gentler than he would’ve guessed.
“TK, please,” Carlos asks, all bite and anger gone, leaving it raw and pleading. It’s not exactly begging – but it’s close. “Please don’t do this to me. I will do whatever you want just please don’t leave me stranded here.”