Happy 2013! Let's start off the new year with some porn.
Sam was dying. It had been forever since he had gotten laid. He wasn't like Dean, needing sex every other day, it seemed, but still. Maybe it was because his last few attempts to get himself off were thwarted, but Sam was one sexually frustrated guy. Last night he had tried to get himself off, but Dean had gotten the washroom first, and by the time Sam got in there, there was no hot water. And to add insult to injury, Dean had left one hell of a stink. Sam had yelled, "What the hell did you eat?" and thrown himself into his bed, willing his erection to go away. He sure as hell wasn't jacking off with his brother in the next bed.
The next morning, Dean insisted there wasn't time for a shower. "You took one last night. C'mon, let's get this over with."
So Sam spent the day thinking about how bad he needed to get off, and snapping at anyone who tried to talk to him. More than once, Dean asked, "What the hell is your problem, man?"
So, when Sam finally got into the shower that night, knowing he had the room to himself, as Dean was out at a bar, the last person he wanted to see was a short, smug archangel.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Sam immediately stopped in mid pump, moving his hand to cover his cock. Gabriel smirked. "I see I've interrupted something."
"Yes, now get out!"
"What if I was to lend you a hand?" Gabriel smirked.
Sam stared at him. "What?"
Gabriel gestured to Sam's boner. "I could help you with that."
Sam felt a wave of lust pass through him. Gabriel snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. Not a second later, Sam had grabbed him and shoved him furiously against the shower wall, kissing and biting down his jaw. Gabriel moaned, and the sound went straight to Sam's cock. He thrust his hips into Gabriel, their erections rubbing together, causing both of them to moan. Sam was too far gone to try and do anything else, he just thrust against the angel, moaning at the friction, desperate for release. Gabriel was clutching Sam's arms, the height difference making it awkward. "Sam…" Gabriel moaned as he neared his release. Sam continued his frantic thrusting until he couldn't hold it in any longer. He threw his head back and screamed, "Gabriel!" as he came. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard Gabriel yelling out through his own release.
Panting as he came back down to Earth, he saw Gabriel smirking at him. "Next time, I'm in control."
Sam felt himself stirring, if he wasn't so exhausted, he would've been hard again. He kissed Gabriel and sighed. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. But I mean it. Next time, you're mine."
Gabriel snapped his fingers, and Sam found himself dry and in his bed. All the tension had left his body, and he felt wonderful. Not even Dean crashing through the door, drunk as hell, bothered him.