Reign or Shine

by H J Welch

  “Breakfast,” said Cas proudly. Then he lunged for the pancakes, getting to them just before they started to burn, sighing in relief as he flipped them onto the uncooked side. “I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said guiltily.

  Matty shook his head. “You didn’t. I’m still adjusting to the new time zone. When it smelled so good, I had to come investigate.”

  They smiled at each other, and the energy between them shifted slightly. Before Cas could second-guess himself, he stepped forward and opened his arm out. His heart skipped as Matty moved against his side without hesitation, and they hugged side-by-side. Cas kissed his hair, smelling Matty’s unique scent. It was glorious.

  “Did you sleep okay?” he asked.

  Matty nodded, then smiled up at him. “I’m not used to waking up in these strange beds.” He bit his lip shyly at Cas. “Your room was much nicer than the hotel, though.”

  It was stupid, because this might as well have been a hotel room. If Matty searched through the drawers, he’d quickly realize it wasn’t a particularly lived-in apartment. But Cas was still pleased Matty liked it.

  Cas had promised himself that he wouldn’t push Matty, but as they looked into each other’s eyes in the kitchen, with the pancakes sizzling and the tea brewing, Cas felt like he never wanted the moment to end. “So, um,” he said, uncharacteristically shy, “do you have plans today?”

  Can you stay here with me? That was what he was really asking.

  “Not particularly,” Matty said, biting his lip. Then he huffed and offered Cas a tentative smile. “No. No plans at all. Did you want to do something?”

  “Yes,” Cas said so fast he made them both laugh. “Shall we have breakfast, then perhaps think of what we’d like to do?”

  Matty grinned and leaned up to kiss Cas’s lips sweetly. “Perfect,” he said. Then he jutted his chin toward the pan. “Don’t let them burn.”

  “Shit!” Cas let go of Matty to yank the pan off the stove and save the pancakes from a crispy fate. “Nice work.”

  He chuckled weakly as Matty laughed at him, looking around for something to serve them up on. He forgot for a second which cupboard the plates were in. But Matty obviously remembered from the night before, as he produced two small plates in a flash.

  Cas sighed in relief. “Right, these may be terrible. So, shall we start with two each? I can always make more.”

  In the end, he and Matty made their way through a stack of six pancakes each, drenched in blueberry syrup, washed down with buckets of rose tea. They snuggled up on the sofa with blankets, cuddling close once they were too full to eat any more, watching a silly romantic film on the television. Cas was pleased it was in English, so Matty didn’t have to read subtitles. However, it wasn’t long before they were only half-paying attention to the screen.

  In Cas’s defense, Matty’s mouth was extra sweet after breakfast, and those lips were just so kissable. Sometime before the credits, they slid down the couch, kissing and letting their hands wander, then Cas kicked away the blankets. There was enough heat between him and Matty that they really weren’t necessary anymore.

  Matty moaned deliciously as Cas pulled off the T-shirt Matty had borrowed from him to put on for breakfast, kissing down his flat stomach and palming his hard cock through his boxers. “Hmm,” Cas growled, nipping at Matty’s hip, loving how he squirmed. “I’m still hungry. Can I have more breakfast?”

  Matty whimpered, rubbing the back of Cas’s neck and mussing up his hair. “Oh god, yes, please.”

  His usually pale skin was flushed over his checks, down his neck, and across his chest. He rutted his groin upward as Cas ran his finger under the waistband of his underwear and nuzzled his cock through his boxers with his nose, mouthing at the tip.

  “Smells yummy,” he said, meaning it. Cas inhaled Matty’s unique musk as he pushed his boxers down, freeing his leaking dick. It bounced as Cas rubbed his cheek against Matty’s tight, curly hair and kissed the base of his shaft. “Oh, fuck, Matty,” he rasped, stroking his trembling legs, his underwear pinning his thighs together. “I want you to come down my throat.”

  “God, yes,” Matty hissed, screwing up his eyes and fists, his breathing ragged. Then he blinked and looked down at Cas with sincerity in his eyes. “I’d love that.” He cupped the side of Cas’s cheek, rubbing little circles with his thumb.

  Fuck. In that moment, it was as if Matty was seeing Cas right down into his soul. He wanted Cas to touch him and hold him and make him feel good, and Cas wanted that more than anything. Matty was kind and sweet and gorgeous and his. Even if only for a few days. Cas was almost overwhelmed with a possessive need to keep Matty safe, and if that meant shutting away the rest of the world, just for a little while, Cas would do it.

  The ball, his family drama, the press, the duty that had weighed him down his whole life, didn’t seem so important when it was just the two of them, is this small apartment, offering each other their hearts.

  And their bodies. Cas took a moment to crawl up the sofa and kiss Matty with everything he had, but he wasn’t about to leave his gorgeous lover with blue balls. Matty groaned and shook as Cas wrapped his hand around his cock for the last few kisses. Then he moved back down the couch and wasted no time in slipping his lips over Matty’s hot, hard, salty shaft, swallowing him down to the root.

  Matty jerked and cried out in surprise, but he soon flopped back down on the cushions, gasping and begging Cas for more, whispering how good he felt in little half-uttered sentences. God, he was gorgeous when he came undone like this. Perfect putty in Cas’s hands. Cas watched him as he bobbed his head, sucking and swallowing as he jerked the base of Matty’s shaft with his hand, and fondling his balls.

  Cas might not have gotten the relationship he’d wanted over the years, but he’d worked really hard to perfect his blowjob technique. There was just something that he loved about giving his partner so much pleasure. Sometimes he didn’t even bother to come himself afterward, riding the high of knowing that he’d given his lover his all, even just for a few minutes.

  Watching a man come was always rewarding, but there was nothing Cas had done previously to compare to how he felt watching Matty on the verge of tears, writhing as Cas built him up to his climax. He edged him a little, slowing down a couple of times. He knew instinctively that Matty could take it, and his orgasm would be that much more spectacular when Cas finally did tip him over the edge.

  “Cas, wait!” Matty said frantically, shaking his head and almost trying to shift away from Cas. Cas paused, widening his eyes, asking Matty what he wanted. Had he pushed him too far after all?

  Matty bit his lip, his hair completely disheveled and his skin blotchy and shining with perspiration. “I’m close. Are you sure you’re okay to swallow?”

  What a sweetheart. Cas responded by sucking – hard – then giving as much of a nod as he could with Matty’s cock down his throat.

  Matty squealed and bit his knuckles. “Okay. Okay, then. Fuck. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Cas. Oh my god.”

  Cas felt like Matty had probably done enough talking by that point, so he wasted no more time, throwing everything he could into building Matty’s climax, sucking and rubbing his engorged cock.

  And when Matty came with a loud shout, Cas drank down every droplet of his bitter, musky cum, milking his shaft for everything he had to give. As Matty sank boneless against the couch, gasping for air, Cas took his time to come off his softening cock, licking and kissing the oversensitive skin, and caressing his spent balls tenderly. The sofa was big enough that Cas was able to crawl up it again and lie by Matty’s side, wrapping his arm around him and kissing his damp hair as he took several deep breaths and trembled.

  “That was incredible,” Matty eventually stammered. He clutched onto Cas’s bathrobe and buried his face against Cas’s neck. “I just – I never – holy fuck.”

  Cas chuckled and gently stroked up and down his spine. The TV was still playing quietly in the background, and beyon
d the windows, in the bright, sunny day, traffic rumbled and birds sang. The world was still turning, but for Cas, in that moment, this was it. Nothing else existed but the way Matty’s hot body was trembling in his arms, or the way a tired smile was playing on his lips.

  “It was my pleasure, sweetheart,” Cas said fondly, meaning that to his core. Matty didn’t want to be spoiled with riches. Cas had to admit that giving him this intimate kind of gift was far better than a fancy meal and expensive cocktails.

  Matty blinked several times, looking like he was coming back to his senses. “Okay,” he said, nodding and taking another fortifying breath. “Okay, wow. I could blow you, or did you have something else in mind?”

  Cas smiled, meeting Matty’s eyes. The earnest tone to his words was incredibly endearing. “I’m fine,” Cas said genuinely.

  But Matty frowned – no, scowled – then looked pointedly down where Cas was half-hard underneath the robe he was wearing and nothing else. Okay, he wasn’t fine. But he hadn’t sucked Matty off just to get something in return.

  “Honestly, you don’t have to,” Cas elaborated, not wanting him to feel obliged. It was wonderful just cuddling on the couch, after all.

  However, Matty didn’t seem to see it that way. “Oh,” he said, in confusion. “Okay. If you don’t want me to?”

  Oh, hell no. That was a different question entirely. “No, no,” Cas spluttered. “I just meant that you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. You look exhausted.”

  A light brightened in Matty’s eyes. “But if I did want to, you’d like that?” he asked hopefully.

  Cas’s heart twisted. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve meeting such a beautiful soul, but Matty was just so perfect.

  Cas leaned over and kissed Matty’s mouth, running his hand up and down Matty’s arm, feeling his goosebumps. “I’d love it,” Cas told him. “But only if you’ve got the energy.”

  Matty beamed and sat up, pulling his underwear back on then grabbing a cushion and sliding to the floor. He knelt on the cushion, batting Cas’s knees apart so he could scooch between his legs. Only as he reached for the tie on Cas’s bathrobe did he hesitate. “Oh,” he said, his confidence visibly fading. “Unless you’d prefer it some other way?”

  Cas had to click his jaw shut and clear his throat. Was Matty crazy? Some other way? He looked positively sinful at Cas’s feet, eagerly about to suck his brains out of his cock. He was perfect. Well, almost perfect.

  Cas shook his head and caressed the side of Matty’s face. “This is amazing. You look gorgeous. But I’d really love it if you took your boxers off all the way.” He rubbed his thumb against Matty’s lower lip. “I’d like to see all of you while you give me your mouth.”

  Matty swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His usually blue eyes were dark, his pupils were blown so wide. His cheeks flushed even darker crimson as he nodded. He kissed Cas’s thumb, sucking the tip for just a second. But it was enough to bring Cas to full hardness, immediately making him anticipate when the thumb would be replaced by his cock.

  Matty was beyond beautiful, but that was nothing compared to the thrill Cas felt when he smiled and nodded again, agreeing to Cas’s request.

  “Of course, Cas,” he said softly.

  Not breaking their connected gaze, he stood and swiftly pushed his boxers down to his ankles, kicking them away, then kneeling back down on the cushion, sitting on his heels with his recently spent cock lying on his thigh. He looked completely open and – more importantly – at ease as he sat naked for Cas.

  Cas’s breath hitched in his chest. It was rare someone went down on him with the same kind of reverence he displayed for his partners. He hoped he’d made Matty feel this goddamned special a few minutes ago.

  Because Cas had spent his whole life as royalty. But in that moment, all the Crown Jewels couldn’t compare to the way Matty was staring up at him. Like he was his whole world.

  Almost too afraid to breathe, Cas undid his robe and shucked his arms from the sleeves, leaving them both entirely naked in the bright morning light. Matty bit his lip as half a smile crept on his lips. Cas watched his gaze as it raked over Cas’s body, drinking it all in. Cas knew he was in great shape, but what did that matter without a gorgeous man appreciating him the way Matty was?

  This was different than the night before, where they’d been shrouded in darkness. There was no hiding from each other now, not that Cas would want to.

  Matty hummed, his smile becoming a full one. He ran his hands up Cas’s legs, then he shuffled forward and rested his cheek against Cas’s thigh, studying Cas’s hard cock in awe, like it was a piece of art.

  That certainly didn’t hurt Cas’s ego any.

  Matty turned his gaze up to Cas’s face, apparently unsurprised to find Cas watching him intently.

  “Do you want to feed it to me?” he asked in little more than a whisper. He had a small smile dancing on his lips, and his eyes were wide. It was clear to Cas that Matty would like him to take charge again. He seemed excited by the prospect, but also strangely calm.

  Cas got the overwhelming impression that this kind of confidence – to ask for what he desired – was unusual for Matty.

  And Cas was honored.

  He sat up and leaned forward, his heart leaping when Matty didn’t move an inch. He just kept looking up at Cas’s face. “Oh, Christ. Yes,” Cas growled, running his fingers through Matty’s tangled curls. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Will you be still, just where you are, and take my cock? I want to slide it all the way down your throat and fuck your mouth slowly.”

  If Matty was daunted by that in any way, he didn’t show it. He just gave a little nod, leaning into Cas’s palm. “I will, Cas. I want to make you feel good. You can use my mouth. Tell me if you want anything different.”

  Cas was so hard and close to the damn edge already he had to circle the base of his shaft and squeeze it hard. At this rate, he was going to blow his load the second Matty’s lips touched his cock. To think he’d almost talked his way out of this.

  “I will, sweetheart. But I think you’ll be just perfect.”

  Matty’s eyes definitely shone brighter at the praise. If he got off on being told he was good and gorgeous and doing everything right, that was the kind of kink Cas would have no trouble with at all. How long had he yearned to care for someone like this? Someone who would let Cas in and blossom under his guiding hand? It was like Cas had been pushing all this energy in the wrong direction his whole life.

  He stopped squeezing his cock and instead shifted forward so he could take hold of it and rub the tip against Matty’s parted lips, smearing them with pre cum. “You have no idea how glorious you look right now, Matty. I know you’re going to make me feel so good.”

  “Like how you made me feel good,” Matty said with a small sigh of happiness.

  “Exactly like that,” Cas agreed.

  Using one hand to guide his pulsing cock, Cas slipped the other through Matty’s hair again, bringing them together in a surge of tight, wet heat. Cas groaned loudly, not holding back and clearly letting Matty know how much he was enjoying himself.

  Despite his efforts, Cas knew he wasn’t going to take long. Not as he slid along Matty’s tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Matty was calm as he relaxed, accepting Cas’s intrusion, sucking and licking and swallowing eagerly. He brought his hands up to rest on Cas’s knees, only bobbing his head a little, but mostly letting Cas fuck him.

  Cas would have had to stand up to thrust much more, and he was enjoying the sweet intimacy of being on the sofa with his lover between his legs. So instead he gripped the back of Matty’s head, trying not to pull his hair too much, but guiding him all the same to suck Cas off. Matty moaned in pleasure as Cas moved his head and sped him up, sliding him up and down his throbbing dick, bringing him to climax.

  “I’m going to come, Matty,” he grunted through his teeth. Knowing he was seconds away, he dropped his hand from Matty’s head so he could pull off if he
wanted to. But Matty didn’t falter or even seem to notice that Cas’s hand was gone. If anything, he moved faster and sucked harder, chasing Cas’s orgasm for him.

  And just like that, Cas exploded, shooting cum down Matty’s throat, feeling like the orgasm lasted for minutes as he spurted again and again.

  Matty swallowed the first load, but then he choked, getting some on his chin as his eyes watered. But before Cas could react, Matty latched back onto Cas’s dick, catching the rest of his seed and taking it down greedily. Finally, when Cas was spent, Matty popped off his still hard shaft and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He looked utterly exhausted as he gazed up at Cas.

  “Was that okay?” he rasped, his throat sounding raw from getting fucked.

  “Okay?” Cas repeated weakly. He dropped down to his knees and hugged Matty to him, rubbing up and down his spine as Matty dug his fingers into Cas’s back. “Sweetheart, that was spectacular.”

  He sat on his ass and opened his knees, pulling Matty flush against him, and hugging him with his arms and his legs. Just a big naked ball of deep affection. Matty tucked perfectly under Cas’s chin and against his chest. He rested his hand over Cas’s heart, and sighed peacefully.

  Yes, Cas thought as he looked down at where Matty was resting his palm. I think that might belong to you now.

  Cas was pretty sure that was a bad idea. He couldn’t give Matty his heart, not without causing a hell of a lot of trouble. But as they sat curled up together, Cas realized that he might not have a choice in the matter. He’d just have to deal with the consequences when they came, and hope that they weren’t too disastrous.

  Chapter Eleven

  Matty – One Week Later

  “Oh my god! Yay! Hi! I thought I was never going to talk to you again!”

  Matty laughed at his sister on the other end of the line, relief flooding him. They’d had the worst luck trying to speak over the past week, only talking through texts. It was wonderful to hear her voice. “I know, right? Time zones are a bitch.”