Hey guys, again, sorry about the wait. Things haven't been the best lately, so…yeah. Anyway! Here's a whole lot of fluff and a little bit of smut to make up for the wait! Thank you guys for the favs and follows! Love you guys!
Gabriel pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building and looked over at Sam.
"So, what do you have planned for the rest of the night?" Sam smirked, hoping to pull Gabriel in.
"Well, we could watch a movie, or bake, or…" Sam started laughing and Gabriel tired not to smile too big. Damn it, he already loved that sound.
"Bake? I don't really bake."
"Don't or can't?"
"Both? I've never really tried. And by 'never really' I mean never." Gabriel's mouth fell open.
"You've NEVER…? Okay, that's it, Samsquatch. Get your sexy ass inside. It's time for a cooking lesson." Gabriel hurled himself out of the car and then walked to open Sam's door. Sam smiled and followed Gabriel upstairs. Gabriel was just happy that he had finally gotten everything put away from the move. The two went inside the apartment and Sam looked around. It was a nice place. The kitchen was close to the door.
"Alright, come on in the kitchen." Gabriel grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him into the kitchen, before he got a proper look around. "We'll start with something easy. Just a simple cake."
"Like from a box?" Gabriel looked down right offended by that word, and Sam thought it was kind of funny. Sam slid his jacket off and placed it on the table.
"No, Sam, not from a box. From scratch." Gabriel took his jacket off and undid his tie, placing them close to Sam's. Gabriel then twirled around the kitchen, grabbing a bag of flour form the cupboard, eggs and milk from the refrigerator, baking powder, and everything else they would need. He hummed to himself as Sam watched him. It was actually very cute to watch Gabriel's eyes scan the room and mutter to himself about what they would need. He finally backed away from the kitchen counter and spread his arms.
"Ta-da! Now come on, let's get going." Sam walked over to the counter and looked everything. "Okay, now," Gabriel turned the oven on to 350 degrees, and turned back to Sam. "Mix the sugar and shortening together until it's fluffy."
"How will I know if it's fluffy?" Gabriel rolled his eyes. The kid was very smart, but come on.
"I'll be right here to help you the whole time. Now," Gabriel placed a glass bowl in front of Sam with a small 'thump'. "Mix." Sam began doing what he was told. He mixed in the eggs and eventually got done mixing everything he needed to.
"Well, let me have a taste." Gabriel grabbed a spoon from the drawer and dipped it in the batter. He closed his eyes and let out a slight groan. "Wow, good job, Sammoose."
"You're a good teacher." Sam winked and then took the spoon from Gabriel and took a taste for himself. It wasn't half bad, he figured it would be better if Gabriel had made it himself.
"Oh, you got flour in your hair." Gabriel smiled kindly at Sam.
"Huh? Where?"
"Here." Gabriel threw a pinch of flour in Sam's hair. Sam gaped for a second before picking some up himself and tossing it in Gabriel's face. The white flour covered Gabriel's face and the shocked look was too funny for Sam not to laugh.
"Y….you look ridiculous!" Sam laughed so hard he felt a stitch in his side, until Gabriel picked up the bag and waggled his eyebrows at him. Sam stopped.
"It's fucking on, Sammy boy." Sam started running around the apartment with Gabriel in hot pursuit. "Get back here so I can dump this bag on you!"
"Hell no!" Sam backed himself to a wall and looked for an outlet somewhere, with Gabriel closing in fast.
"Now where are you going to go?" Gabriel smirked, ready to empty the entire sack of flour over Sam's head. Well, as much as he could. It just wasn't fair how tall the kid was.
"I…I…" Sam was about to make a break for a room to his left when Gabriel threw the whole bag in his face. Sam was pure white, his hazel eyes were basically the only color from the neck up. This time Gabriel busted up laughing.
"Ooooh you're right, you look silly!" Sam decided to try and be sneaky. He stuck his bottom lip out and gave Gabriel his best puppy eyes. "Aw, poor Sammy, did…" Sam grabbed Gabriel and pulled him close. Gabriel squawked in protest, especially after Sam shook his head out to make some flour rain down on Gabriel.
"How dare you!? I taught you to make a cake and you betrayed me!" Gabriel threw his head back dramatically.
"Let me make it up to you." Sam wrapped his fingers in Gabriel's hair, pulled his head back in place and pressed their lips together. Gabriel responded by dropping the bag and wrapping his arms around Sam's neck. Gabriel pulled away and smiled.
"I think we should get cleaned up."
"Yeah, probably." Sam looked down at himself. Gabriel led him to the bathroom, which was done in a bright orange color, and handed Sam a washcloth. Sam washed his face and then looked at his shirt in the mirror, and also saw an opening. "I think I need my shirt washed."
"Yeah, I um…I think I've got a shirt that may fit you, hold on." Gabriel slid into his bedroom, but didn't close the door. Sam followed him, and saw him rummaging through his dresser. "I'm sure it's here somewhere…" Sam put his hands on Gabriel's hips and pulled him back. Gabriel let out a small yelp.
"Or I could just…not wear a shirt." Gabriel closed his eyes to get that idea out of his head, but it only made it more vivid.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Sam tucked his head into the crook of Gabriel's shoulder.
"Why not?" Sam gently kissed Gabriel's neck and felt him shudder. Sam continued moving his lips as Gabriel tried to answer.
"We um…we've talked about this. I just…I don't know if I could…" Gabriel groaned louder than he had in the kitchen when Sam started using his teeth to gently bite and suck.
"I'm sorry, if you could what, Mister Novak?" That did it. Suddenly, every coherent thought he had and the rules that had made himself promise not to break were out the window. Gabriel turned around and pulled Sam down into a kiss again. He licked Sam's bottom lip and Sam allowed him in. Gabriel began to push Sam towards the bed, the flour they were both covered in, forgotten. Gabriel felt Sam sink down to the bed and fell with him, not breaking the kiss. Gabriel straddled Sam's hips, and began unbuttoning his shirt, and then broke the kiss apart so that he could slide Sam's undershirt off. He moved his lips down Sam's jaw and neck, as Sam moved his hands down the buttons of Gabriel's shirt. Sam let out a whine when Gabriel bit gently and sucked on his pulse point. Sam unbuckled Gabriel's belt and slid it out of the belt loops and threw it over to the ground. He unbuttoned Gabriel's pants, and slid his hand inside, feeling Gabriel's growing hard-on.
"Sam." Gabriel whispered in a husky voice before kissing Sam. Just hearing Gabriel say his voice made Sam's cock become harder than anybody had made it just saying his name. Sam began to pump his fist making Gabriel bite Sam's lip in response. Sam rolled over on top of Gabriel, breaking their kiss, and slid his pants and boxers off. Sam continued pumping, making Gabriel's breathing become more and more shallow. He could feel beads of precome, and began using them as lubrication, moving his hand faster as he kissed around Gabriel's face. Gabriel ran his hands up Sam's biceps and squeezed.
Gabriel could feel everything build up and up. He finally felt the heat in his belly that was about to spill over.
"S…Sam…" Gabriel began, but it was too late, and he came over Sam's hand and let out a long moan that sounded like Sam's name. He breathed heavy with his eyes closed for almost a minute before he opened his golden eyes and looked at Sam. He smiled and stroked Sam's cheek with his finger. Sam smiled back.
"I think it's your turn." Gabriel took over, sliding Sam's pants and boxers off. He placed kisses to Sam's chest and shoulders as he cupped Sam's base and began to stroke him. Sam breathed slowly through his teeth and clutched the sheets. Gabriel really knew what he was doing and it only took a couple pumps and squeezes for Sam to come undone. Gabriel laid next to Sam and touched his lips to Sam's shoulder.
"Wow, so um…we kinda broke one of your rules, huh?" Gabriel chuckled.
"Rules are always made to be broken, kiddo. We should probably get cleaned up though. Clothes, too. I've got a washer and dryer in here." Gabriel and Sam sat up and, on slightly wobbly legs, made their way to the washer, threw their clothes in, and then to the bathroom. They cleaned themselves with the same clothes they had for the flour. Once they were clean, Sam looked at Gabriel.
"So, what should we do while our clothes in the washer?" Sam grinned, and with a smirk, Gabriel pulled Sam back into the bedroom.
The next morning, Sam woke up with a start. He felt a weight on his chest and looked down. Sam stared at Gabriel in the early morning light. The sun was coming in the through the blinds and making his hair seem even more golden than normal. It gave him an almost angelic glow and Sam couldn't help but smile. Yeah, they had broken one if his rules but damn was it worth it.
Gabriel began to stir and his eyes fluttered open. Sam smiled at him and gently tucked a lose piece of hair behind Gabriel's ear.
"Good morning, angel." Sam whispered. Gabriel laughed quietly.
"Angel, huh?"
"Yeah, I like it. You've got all kinds of nicknames for me."
"Well, yeah, Samshine. That's just who I am." Gabriel stretched and then snuggled back into Sam. "Does your brother still think you're at Kevin's?"
"I hope so." Sam placed a kiss to Gabriel's forehead and closed his eyes again. Gabriel sighed contently and wanted to get a little more sleep. His eyes flew open again.
"Sam?"
"Hm?"
"We forgot about the cake."