Angelfall: Theosophi Box Set

Chapter 3-2

Two days of Castiel wandering around the house topless, and Jason was ready to rip out his eyeballs. But he had done it. Jason had to sacrifice a lot of his shirts, but he and Castiel were both pretty proud of the result.

And maybe there wouldn’t be a permanent imprint of his zipper on his d**k from the constant half hard state of the last two days. Maybe.

Castiel was still a sight to behold. It was a relief that the angel fit easily into Jason’s jeans, even if they were a little long in the legs. The waist barely covered the top curve of his ass, but Jason just had to learn not to stare, because any higher and the waist hem would cut into the bottom most portion of Castiel’s beautiful wings. That couldn’t be allowed. It worked out great, but the spare inch of skin was enough to drive Jason to distraction.

Modifying the shirts was a stroke of genius. A stroke of one of Danny’s ex-girlfriend’s genius, but no one cared to point it out. Danny tended to be a little bitter about that particular ex.

When Danny first showed him the halter top though, Jason had his doubts about the silky, clingy scrap of lime green fabric. “Castiel can’t fit into that, even if he was willing to wear such an awful color.” He’d asked. It was such a hideous, bright lime green. “Plus, how’s he gonna get the back band over his wings?”

So, they took the idea to Levi and it was his brilliant contribution to cut the back band and tie it instead. Jason loved his genius little brothers.

It was a chore to hack out the backs of his old tee shirts, but Castiel watched with a luminous fascination in his big dark blue eyes. They cut off the sleeves, cut a big circle in the back from almost the collar hem to just about an inch or three from the bottom of the shirt, cut the bottom in half. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

It reminded Jason of a child sized apron as Castiel pulled out a faded black band shirt and held it up for examination. Simply watching the angel turn the old shirt over and over in his large hands brought a smile to Jason’s lips. “Need some help putting that on?”

Castiel nodded, tight black curls flying with the enthusiasm of the motion. “Yes, please. At least for this first time.”

Glad to oblige, Jason plucked the shirt out of the angel’s hands, and tugged the collar carefully over Castiel’s head. A twirl of his fingers and Castiel turned around, spreading wings wide enough that Jason had no trouble tying the loose ends of the shirt snuggly under the base of them. He smoothed a hand down Castiel’s spine once finished, admired the little shiver that danced through black feathers that bracketed each side of the bones.

The angel slowly stepped away and turned. “Well?”

Something restless inside Jason settled, once he saw Castiel in his clothes. The shirt molded easy to his body, but didn’t hide the massive scar on Castiel’s side completely, edges of it peeking around the cut shirt when he shifted. If it wasn’t for the inner glow of him, Jason would have said Castiel looked like a rocker from an old Eighties death metal band because of all the black. He was a sight.

“Looks good.”

Beaming, Castiel damned near floated out of Jason’s bedroom, probably off to consult Jason’s brothers for their opinion. He started to notice his angel seeking all of their thoughts on a wide variety of things and if Jason didn’t know better, he would peg Castiel as a vain little blackbird. But, honestly, Jason was pretty damned sure angels couldn’t be vain. Right?