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The Masturbation Files [nsfw]

Cas wakes to the sound of music. He lies in his bed, listening for a moment until exaggerated female groans become audible over the music. Cas rolls his eyes and shifts carefully. Dean’s sitting at the desk that’s set up at the wall opposite their beds, his laptop open. He’s turned the sound down, but he’s still not wearing headphones. He’s also not wearing clothes. Cas shifts his head a little further and sees that that is not quite true. Dean has, at least, put on sweatpants, but they’re pulled down around his thighs, so it’s not really that much of a difference.

Cas moves slowly, sliding his hand over his mattress until he can reach his phone on the night stand. He drags it under the covers and glances at Dean. Dean’s still working his hand over his dick, a slow, steady rhythm, attention focused on the porn that’s playing. Cas flicks the screen on and opens the camera app. He’s long since turned off all sound, so when he pokes his phone over the edge of his blankets, he has no fear of being caught.

The picture turns out better than he expects. Dean’s silhouetted against the monitor, the women on the screen clearly visible. Cas turns his phone off and tucks it under his pillow. He closes his eyes and listens to the now far-too-familiar slick sounds of masturbation. Cas wonders if Dean’s using lube or if he’s just that wet. The thought sends a shudder down his spine. His cock twitches, but this is part of the appeal too, lying in his bed, silent and still, listening as Dean gets himself off. Listening to those muffled gasps, the wet sounds. He keeps his eyes closed as Dean’s breathing speeds up, almost in time with his hand. Cas’s cock strains hard against the blankets over him, but he doesn’t touch.

Dean moans lowly, from deep inside his chest, and the sound of his movements slow and then stop. Dean pants for a few minutes before he draws in a deep breath and exhales noisily. Cas listens as the laptop clicks shut, the light dimming behind his eyelids. Dean shuffles through the room. Cas hears his mattress creak and then Dean lets out a soft sigh. After Dean’s breathing slows and evens out, he opens his eyes. He waits for his vision to adjust, then twists his head to stare at Dean where he sleeps across their shared dorm room. He’s stretched out on his stomach, arms curled around his pillow, mouth open gracelessly. As if on cue, he starts to snore. Cas slips his hand under his blankets and wraps it around his erection.

Unlike Dean, Cas knows how to keep a secret.

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