Chapter 4: Sexual frustration desk flip

Warnings: PWP, graphic sex

Rated: M – finally something to justify the rating ;)

Sam had the deep urge to either throw his laptop out of the window or slam his head against the table. Or both, in that order. Once again, he restrained himself from searching for some porn and went back to his research about demonic omens around a town a few miles away. Dean was out questioning some witnesses and probably wouldn't return for another couple hours, so Sam had plenty of time. Still, he had work to do.

But, for crying out loud, how should he get any work done like this?

Sam groaned in frustration and rubbed his eyes. All his thoughts circled around sex, and it had been like that since early morning. God, it had been a while. A pretty long while.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes, the hunter leaned back on his chair, staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. He knew that he could have something better than porn, but... really? Making a booty call to an archangel?

Just the thought of Gabriel made him painfully aware of his cock straining against his jeans. Sam brought one of his palms down to his crotch, rubbing over the bulge and moaning at the much-needed friction. Another stroke made him groan. But it wasn't what he really wanted, what he needed right now. He didn't want his right hand, he wanted Gabriel – that son of a bitch that hadn't shown up for the past few weeks and hadn't answered his calls. They hadn't parted after a fight or anything, so Sam had assumed he was just busy.

So why should he show up now.

Sam panted heavily by now, slowly fumbling for the button of his jeans. Opening the zipper as well, he slipped his right hand into his pants – not putting on any underwear this morning had been a good idea – and began to stroke himself slowly. Involuntarily, he groaned out deeply, the rolling, guttural tone sounding incredibly loud in the motel room.

If it just had been somebody else's hand instead of his own, this would be even more pleasant. "Gabriel," Sam moaned out loud again at the next thrust into his hand. He just couldn't help it.

And he froze immediately when he heard the fluttering sound of wings. Angel's wings. Gabriel's wings.

The former trickster strolled casually across the room to where Sam sat at the small table, a playful smirk on his lips. "Hey Sammy," he greeted the hunter amused. "You're getting lonely without me?"

As soon as the angel stood within arm's range, Sam pulled him into his lap, the angel's legs straddling him on the chair. He crashed their lips together in a wet mess of teeth and lips and too much tongue while his hand cupped the smaller man's butt firmly. Sam rolled his hips needily up against Gabriel's, groaning at the delicate friction as their erect cocks brushed against each other's.

When the urge for air became inevitable and Sam broke the kiss to gasp, Gabriel smirked again.

Sam huffed before running his thumb along the archangel's lips. "I want your lips wrapped around my cock. Now." Panting hard, the hunter watched Gabriel shivering under his touch and his words. Sam quirked an eyebrow, and shot an amused grin at the other one. So, dirty talk? Well, that was a part Sam hadn't any objections against. He leaned down, altering his voice to a deeper tone as he half-moaned into Gabriel's ear.

"And then I will fuck you up your ass so hard until the only thing you remember is my name."

Gabriel groaned out loud. "Feeling bossy today, Sammy?"

"No, just incredibly-" Sam thrusted his hips upwards for emphasis, "- incredibly horny."

The angel moaned again before he slipped off the hunter's lap and down onto his knees. With a snap of his fingers, both of them were entirely naked, and cool air brushed over Sam's skin. He let his head fall backwards and gasped for air as Gabriel obeyed immediately, wrapping his lips around his member and swallowing him whole. It took a lot of self-control to not come right then and there.

Gabriel put on an intense speed from the very beginning, thrusting his head down hard every time. His tongue was working miracles, somehow, curling around the tip of Sam's cock when he shortly paused to look up at the human.

"Gabe," Sam panted softly. "Lube, please."

With another snap of his fingers, the angel held a tube out to Sam, who took it quickly, but didn't let go of Gabriel's hand. With his spare hand, the hunter flipped the cap open and poured a good amount of the fluid onto Gabriel's palm and his fingers. The angel just watched him with a slightly confused expression. After throwing the tube aside, Sam pulled Gabriel back up into his lap, guiding the angel's lubed hand to his ass.

"Prepare yourself. I want to watch," Sam breathed, looking deep into Gabriel's honey-brown eyes.

Perception lit up in the archangel's face, followed by a wide smirk. "So I have to do all the work myself today..." Gabriel shook his head theatrically, before his eyes rolled upwards and his eyelids fluttered shut. First finger was in then, Sam guessed. The hunter reached up and cradled his angel's neck in his hand, pulling him down to kiss him gently. The slow, open-mouthed kisses they exchanged pushed him even more to the edge, and before he realized what he was doing, Sam found his hand stroking his erection once again.

Gabriel broke the kiss and pulled away slightly to look down and notice the movements of Sam's hand. He drew his breath in sharply at the delicious view in front of him, and suddenly withdrew his own hand. Yanking Sam's hand away with his other one, he quickly spread the remaining lubricant on his palm over the hunter's cock.

"Screw this, I don't want to wait any more," he moaned softly.

Sam's eyes widened briefly, and he couldn't remember the last time he got turned on so much by something that simple. He lifted Gabriel's hips up with one hand and lined his dick up with the angel's entrance, all the while watching the man in his arms expectantly.

When Gabriel lowered himself down onto Sam's cock, lips gaping and panting, he knew that this wasn't going to last long.

"Gabe, I... oh, wow..." Sam managed to cough after the first few thrusts, eyes locking with the angel's, which were filled with lust and pleasure.

The archangel laughed huskily before a deep groan escaped his lips. "I know, Sammy, I won't... last much longer either. It's been way too long-"

"Then come for me," Sam moaned again, already feeling the heat of his orgasm bubbling up in his neither regions and already way too far gone to hold it back any more.

"Sam!" Gabriel cried out loud as he reached his climax.

The hunter felt the sticky fluid spurt across his chest and stomach. Burying his face in the crook of Gabriel's neck, Sam came as well, spilling his load into the angel's body. Waves of pleasure rolled through him again and again as he slowly calmed down from his high, holding Gabriel tightly against his chest.

A muffled laugh fell from the angel's lips after he had caught his breath again. Muffled because he had rested his head on Sam's shoulder.

"Thank you," Sam said eventually, a wide grin on his face, before he reached up to kiss Gabriel. Differently this time – slow and loving and gentle.

"Anytime, kiddo," Gabriel answered with a chuckle. "My pleasure. Now do your homework, will you?"