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 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 showing was enough to drive Jason to
