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“Make sure to come back on time!” Dean yelled just as the door closed with a loud bang. With a sigh, he leaned back against the kitchen counter.
“Your son takes too much after his big sister.”
Castiel, who was leaning on the kitchen island studying their cookie recipe, looked up at Dean with a little frown. “Our son”, he corrected. “And he worships her, of course he’s trying to be like Claire.”
Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to the task at hand. Three dozen cookies for Jack’s Christmas party at school. ‘They have to be allergy friendly. No dairy, no wheat, no gluten, no eggs, no nuts, no soy. Oh, also don’t use too much sugar’, Becky had told them. Finding good recipes that reflected Dean’s baking skills had taken some time. Cas had tried to convince him to just make simple chocolate chip cookies but he forgot Dean had a reputation to uphold. All the moms at Jack’s old school had always praised Dean’s baking skills, no matter if it was pie, cookies or another sweet treat. Whatever he brought was always gone first.
“Okay, get over here, sweetheart”, he said over his shoulder. “You got us into this mess, so you’re gonna help me.”
Moments later he felt two hands on his hips and a hot breath near his ear. “Yes, dear”, Castiel whispered, making a shiver run down Dean’s spine. Just this simple act caused arousal to run through his whole body.
While generally that was Cas’ effect on him, he had definitely been more pent up lately. With the recent move, Jack entering the fourth grade, Claire being a rebellious teenager always out for trouble and the upcoming holidays, he and Cas barely found time for each other. So sue him if any little contact between them made him a bit excited nowadays.
Dean gave in for a few seconds and let Castiel embrace him before he put his hands on Castiel’s, removing them from his own hips. “If you keep this up, we will never be finished”, he sighed but gave in and around to peck a little kiss to Cas’ lips, before he slipped out of his arms to get the milk out of the fridge.
Together they got to work on making the cookies. Sifting the flour through the sieve, followed by cocoa powder, a teaspoon of baking powder, a dash of salt, lastly sugar, mixing it all together thoroughly. While Cas kept on whisking, Dean added the melted butter and vanilla, until everything was just combined smoothly. They measured out the cookies and placed them onto the baking sheet. Their hands kept touching, creating little sparks between them. There was both mischief and adoration in Cas’ eyes whenever their gaze met.
After being done with the preparation of the cookie batter and forming them into little circles on the baking sheet, Dean placed them in the oven and set the timer for 15 minutes.
“So”, Dean smirked. “We have some time to kill. Wanna continue where we started?”
He pushed himself off the counter and sauntered over to Cas. He braced his hands on the counter behind Cas, pressing his chest against the warm body in front of him. Their lips met in a soft and unhurried kiss. Little sighs escaping, their lips were busy in a gentle dance for dominance, slow and passionate.
Dean crept his hands from the counter, under Cas’ sweater, to feel the warm skin of his lover. He felt the muscles in Cas’ back shift whenever he moved. When Cas nipped his bottom lip, a small moan escaped Dean and he held on more fiercely to Cas’ back.
Right when Dean started to lift Cas’ sweater the timer beeped. He groaned, annoyed at the interruption.
“We should get them out before their burn”, Cas murmured, sounding equally as annoyed as Dean felt at being interrupted.
Not wanting to waste food, Dean withdrew his hands from the warmth of Cas’ skin and got the cookies out of the oven, setting them aside to let them cool down.
“Can you get that vegan whipped cream out?”, Dean asked while rummaging through the cabinets for their hand mixer.
“Already on it”, Cas said, pouring the mixture into a bowl.
Dean finished unwrapping the cords of the mixer, plugged it in and soon after they had the finished whipped cream. Together they began putting it between the cookies, making little cookie sandwiches.
Suddenly Dean’s nose started itching, so he reached the back of his hand up to rub at it. Then he continued his task. After a moment Cas looked up at him, a small, warm smile lighting up his face.
“You have a little something here”, Castiel said, pointing to Dean’s lip. Dean’s tongue peeked out, trying to get whatever was on his lip. “No, no. Hold on.” Castiel reached over, fingertip catching whatever was on Dean’s lip. Slowly, his eyes came up to Dean’s, darkening slightly.
Without breaking eye contact, Cas moved his finger to Dean’s slightly parted lips. He slipped the tip inside. Dean’s tongue reached forward, tasting the sweet whipped cream. He swallowed the little dollop, Castiel keeping his finger partly in Dean’s mouth.
Still keeping eye contact, Castiel slowly pushed his finger further into Dean’s mouth. Wanting to see how far this would go, Dean sucked the finger in further, bobbing his head while doing so. Castiel’s eyes immediately darkened, pushing the finger in even further and mimicking Dean’s swallow.
“Dean…”, Castiel whispered, crowding closer to him, making Dean take a step back, the kitchen counter digging into his lower back. Castiel's knee made its way between Dean’s legs. He crowded even closer, boxing Dean against the counter, putting pressure on Dean’s rapidly hardening cock. Dean let out a moan, even the small contact making his heartbeat speed up.
For a moment, they both just stared at each other, Cas still moving his finger in and out of Dean’s mouth. His eyes became impossibly darker before he added a second finger. Saliva pooled around both fingers, slipping out of Dean's mouth, down his chin with every move of Cas' fingers.
Without realizing Dean started rocking his hips in rhythm with Cas’ fingers. His cock rubbing against Castiel’s thigh, he couldn't hold back another moan, louder this time.
Cas started makring a trail of feather light kisses from Dean’s chin, over his cheek, up to his earlobe, which he took between his teeth and pulled a little. A small shiver ran down Dean’s whole body. Castiel kept the rhythm of his fingers and hips going, pulling little moans out of Dean the whole time.
“Dean…”, Cas whispered against his ear. “You’re so beautiful.” Another shiver made its way through Dean’s body.
A moment later, Cas pulled slightly away from him and Dean made his disappointment known with a frustrated mumble. He opened his eyes to look straight into Castiel’s lust blown eyes. They kept eye contact while Cas slowly pulled his fingers out of Dean’s mouth then trailed his spit covered fingertips over Dean’s face, reaching the back of his head. Then he moved Dean’s head forward and met him in a heated kiss.
Their lips touched softly while their tongues moved in a fiery dance, bringing twin moans out of the both of them. Castiel broke their kiss with a sharp gasp for air but he didn’t move far from Dean’s lips. They shared puffs of hot air before moving in for more kisses.
Cas had moved both his hands to Dean’s hips in a tight grip, encouraging him to speed up the movement of both their hips. His thigh pushed against Dean’s cock and the friction caused another wave of desire to run through his whole body.
“Cas… I’m so close”, panted Dean against Cas’ lips.
Castiel deepened their kiss, adding more pressure to Dean’s cock and moments later Dean came with a deep moan erupting from his throat. Dean broke the kiss and rested his head against Cas’ shoulder, gulping in much needed air.
Meanwhile Cas kept his rhythm going, panting hot air against Dean’s ear. Dean let out a small whimper, the pressure on his cock close to overstimulation. But a few seconds later Cas’ was also coming with a low moan that made desire lit up again inside of Dean.
They rested against each other for a few minutes, trying to calm themselves down. After some time, Cas pulled back and looked at Dean with a small smirk. “That was so needed”, Dean laughed.
“Agreed.”
“We should probably clean up”, Dean grimaced, feeling the drying come in his underwear. Castiel just nodded, grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him up to their room.
They traded slow, tender kisses while showering and freshened up, thankful for their time alone.
After changing into comfortable clothes, Dean and Castiel made their way downstairs to the kitchen again. Their mess from making the cookies still on the counter.
“Well, this didn’t go as planned”, Dean sighed, looking at the runny mess that used to be their whipped cream.
“Maybe you should consider just making chocolate chip cookies.”
“No way! I might be persuaded to do half and half but I can’t just show up with simple chocolate chip cookies.”
“I’ll call Claire and tell her to bring some more whipped cream from the store. We should clean up and get started on other cookies”, Cas said, already taking his phone out of his pocket to call their daughter.
They made their way through the chocolate chip cookies without any more impromptu make out sessions. Just a few more soft kisses and light touches. Right as Dean pulled out the second sheet of cookies, the front door opened and they heard two pairs of footsteps in the entry hall. One pair ran straight upstairs, while the other made its way to the kitchen.
“Wow, you two look happy.” Claire eyed them warily, placing the whipped cream on the counter.
“Just the sugar high”, Dean replied.
Claire rolled her eyes and turned around without saying another word.
“Family dinner in 30 minutes”, he called at her retreating back. “You can even have some of the extra cookies.” Claire just gave him a thumbs up over her shoulder without even turning around.
“Well, at least we can finally finish the cookies now”, Cas gave Dean a small kiss on the cheek and picked up the whipped cream to start a new batch. They made quick work of finishing the rest of the cookie sandwiches. Together they boxed the cookies up to take to the school the next day. The leftovers made it onto a separate plate to be enjoyed later.
Having to wait until after dinner to taste them was torture but Dean didn't mind too much while listening to the happy noises his family made when they finally sampled his creations.
Naturally, all the mothers at the school party were impressed by Dean’s cookies.
His reputation as a great baker was still secured! He definitely felt proud of himself. Although he knew it was Cas who saved the day, in more ways than one. Dean kept smiling thinking about kissing him again once they got home.