Sam stood in the foyer for a few seconds, letting the stillness envelop him.
The hotel room was fancy, and having the place to himself was an added luxury. Instead of two full-sized beds, there was one king bed taking up the center of the room. A giant flat-screen television was mounted to the wall on a movable arm, so Sam could watch TV from anywhere in the room.
Grabbing the remote, Sam kicked off his shoes. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, landing on a random basketball game. He wasn't due at the station until tomorrow, so for now he could be lazy and enjoy all the niceties of this place.
Too many sodas on the drive out here were catching up with him. He tossed the remote on the bed and hurried around the corner.
The bathroom was huge, and sparkling clean. The tub was the largest he'd ever seen, with a mirror covering the entire wall behind it. On second glance, he noticed jet nozzles along the bottom, and realized it was actually a jacuzzi tub. He felt a smile pulling at his mouth. He knew exactly what to do with the rest of his evening. Sam turned the faucet on and cranked it to the hottest setting. Steam was already beginning to fill the room and cover the mirrors. As he watched the water level rise, he heard the television from the other room. Old habits told him to turn it off, not waste electricity.
As he picked the remote off the bed, he noticed something odd about the room. On the wall opposite the windows, there was a heavy brocade curtain covering part of the wall. Curious, he drew the curtain back. Sam was amused to find himself looking down at the jacuzzi tub.
He peered around the corner into the bathroom, intrigued now. What he thought to be a mirror was actually a window into the rest of the room. Sam laughed to himself. He could actually watch TV from the tub! Grinning, he flipped through the endless premium channels that came free with the fancy room. Then his thumb hesitated over the button. Porn. Of course. No one would be stumbling in to catch him, so why not?
The two women on screen were moaning and gasping as they clutched at each other. Sam frowned at the television. One of the women had fair skin and long, dark hair. The other was taller, with blonde curls and a glowing tan. His two favorite types. He turned up the volume, then tossed down the remote. Sending up a silent prayer of gratitude to the casting department, he made his way back into the bathroom.
He checked the water temperature and turned on the jets. As he stripped off his clothes, he remembered that his brother wasn't here to scold him for leaving dirty laundry strewn about. Sam left everything on the floor. Climbing into the tub, he hissed as the scalding water covered his tired legs.
The moans of pleasure from the television washed over him along with the water. He let his eyes glaze over as he sank down into the tub. Lazily, he reached down and stroked himself. Sam had spent his fair share of time bringing sounds just like those from partners who looked almost exactly like that. It didn't take much to let his imagination fill in the rest. He licked his lips and pulled at his growing erection.
Sam was utterly relaxed. There was no need to hurry. He forced himself to ease up, tugging himself slow and steady, leaning his head back against the smooth rim of the tub. He could take his time, stay right on the edge as long as he felt like it. Until a knock at the door yanked him back from his hazy bliss.
He sat up in a panic, breathing hard. "Just a second," he shouted. His voice sounded wrecked. Then a glance at the TV made him feel completely ridiculous. The knocking he heard wasn't from his hotel door, it was on TV. He wiped the fog from the glass with his hand to see better. The brunette was walking to the door as he watched. Sam leaned back with a sigh of relief, his heart still racing.
On the porn set, the door swung open to reveal a man in blue coveralls. The dark haired woman, apparently not phased by answering the door in just her lingerie, turned to her partner with an excited smile. "Finally, the plumber's here! Come on in."
The camera zoomed in on the plumber's face. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said suggestively, raising an eyebrow.
Sam felt his mouth drop open. "Holy shit," he whispered.
On screen, the women were inviting the plumber to join them in bed. "The customer is always right," he agreed, "but I may be a tad overdressed." With a snap of his fingers, the coveralls were gone, and he was left standing completely naked, his back to the camera.
Sam just blinked. Was this really happening? To add to his confusion, his erection gave an interested twitch at the sight of the man's firm ass center screen. Sam stared, transfixed.
Now the man was pinned between the two women as they ran their hands over him greedily. He gave a seductive smile as the shot panned up to his face. "Betcha wish you were here right now, don't you?" He looked right into the camera as he said it. He looked right into Sam's eyes.
Sam swallowed hard. He glanced around self-consciously, then back at the TV. "Are you… is this… can you see me?"
The man didn't respond, just closed his eyes blissfully. Sam relaxed a little. Of course. He knew that angels got around when they weren't dealing with world-ending catastrophes, and this wasn't the first he'd known of Gabe's porn career. This was probably just a really awkward coincidence. Sam knew Gabriel was dead; he had seen it happen with his own eyes. Still, as he watched two very stunning women rub themselves against that very responsive angelic body, Sam felt himself smiling. Maybe this was a little gift from the universe. Sam had a lot of regrets, sure, and a lot of what-ifs. Now he was getting one last chance to see Gabriel at his …finest. With a renewed determination, Sam settled back to watch.
Gabe rolled over and ran his fingers through the blonde woman's soft curls. "Do you want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good?" It was strange, a trick of the camera angle perhaps, but Sam felt like the words were addressed to him. He began stroking himself again, gently, so as not to miss anything important on screen. The angel's voice encouraged him along. "That's it, gorgeous. You're gonna enjoy this."
Sam let out a soft moan. He only felt silly for a moment, but reminded himself that he really was alone. No one would overhear him, no one could tease him about this later.
"Look at you. Fuck-" Gabriel's voice sounded a little rougher now, and it pulled at something in Sam's chest. He let his knees fall further apart, pushing his hips up to meet his fist. "Mmm," the angel moaned appreciatively, looking right into the camera, "there's a sight for sore eyes."
Sam gasped, his toes curling, his thighs clenching. Maybe the water was too hot and it was making him delirious. Maybe he was losing his mind. Again. He ignored that thought and kept going.
Gabe was behind the brunette now, his voice thick, his eyes dark with pleasure. "I bet you taste incredible. I would love to go down on you right now."
"Yeah," Sam moaned. He kept his hand moving in long, steady strokes, trying not to lose his concentration, but it was becoming difficult. Sweat dripped down his neck from his exertion and the heat of the water.
"There you go," Gabe encouraged. "Don't hold back. I want to hear how good that feels. Ah- that's right."
Sam was outright panting now, his whole body starting to tense up as he got closer.
Obviously, the angel was struggling as well. Gabe looked right into Sam's eyes, his chest heaving. "I want to watch you come. For me. Right now." Sam obliged. One desperate cry escaped through clenched teeth, and then he let it all go. Gabriel's shouts of ecstasy met his own, and it was almost too intense. He felt himself plummeting.
Eventually, he drifted back to reality, a sheen of sweat on his face and chest. "That was theeee hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed," Gabe's voice echoed through the steamy room. "Which, coming from me? Heh!" Sam chuckled, his eyes still closed. "What say we do this again sometime? Tomorrow, perhaps; same bat time, same bat channel. Don't keep me waiting!"
With that, the screen went dark. Confused, Sam sat up. The television was off. He opened the tub drain and stood up, drying himself quickly with a towel from the rack. He was frowning as he walked to the other room to find the remote. Once the screen finally lit up again, it took Sam a moment to realize he was not watching a porn channel. It was an infomercial about detergent.