Chapter 10
Rated: M
Warning: lots and lots of sexual innuendo
Sam lazily blinked into the early morning light, noticing the warm, heavy body on top of him. Even warmer than his blanket. And that was also on top of him – of them, he corrected himself quietly. A brunette mop of hair was resting on his chest, soft snoring sounds emerging from it.
Right.
In the middle of the night, Gabriel had popped out of nowhere and cuddled against him on the couch. Sam and Dean took turns on who got to sleep on the couch and who got the guest room when they were staying at Bobby's – today, it had been the sofa for Sam. The way-too-short sofa for his way-too-long body. Way too short to be comfortable, anyway.
But once his midget archangel was there, slipping under his blanket, wrapping his limbs around his body and snuggling wordlessly into his chest, it got one hell of a lot more comfortable. Within a second, Sam found his arms reflexively around the smaller one's waist and a wide smile on his lips. The light fragrance of mints and chocolate reached his nose, so very much Gabriel that it made Sam chuckle. He had fallen asleep almost instantly after that.
And now, Gabriel lay on top of him with a body heat that was incredible, even for an angel. Nonetheless, he practically melted into the touch, into their embrace, bodies entangled, fitting into each other's like two pieces of a puzzle. Sam shifted a bit to stretch his sore muscles, subsequently earning a displeased little groan from the angel on his chest.
The sudden sound of someone – most likely Bobby – stepping into the kitchen startled both of them, but Sam didn't want this kind of morning cuddling to end so soon. Quickly, he let his eyes fall shut and pretended to be still asleep. Under the blanket, Gabriel's hands curled around his hips and stroked his skin right beneath the hem of his sleeping shirt. A slight shiver crept up his spine at the chaste touch, like it was a promise for something more, just later.
Bobby began to whistle as he apparently prepared breakfast, the sound of cutlery and kitchen utensils underlining the melody. When the delicate fragrance of freshly brewed coffee reached his nose, Sam unintentionally hummed appreciatively.
"Sam, you up?" Bobby shouted into the living room.
"Yeah," the younger Winchester answered sleepily.
Gabriel soundlessly pressed a kiss to Sam's exposed collarbone before he licked a wet trail up to the tall man's neck. Sam just gaped, grasping for air. God, as if he didn't naturally have a morning wood already. The angel's knee was resting between his legs casually, stimulating the hardness even more. And Sam had the really bad impression that this would end up with a wide smirk on Gabriel's side and a set of blue balls on his. And he was talking epically blue balls.
When the angel pressed his thigh up and against Sam's crotch, the latter buried his head into the crook of Gabriel's neck, successfully suppressing the moan that had been rising up in his throat. Damnit, Bobby was just one room away. He didn't need to hear or see or know what they were doing here.
The mischievous sparkle in Gabriel's eyes, however, told Sam just one thing: Now it was on.
Sam pressed his lips and eyes tightly shut in a desperate attempt to hold his composure, waiting for the upcoming... whatsoever Gabriel was pulling off next. The angel always knew which strings to pull to turn him on.
For a moment, nothing happened. Wondering what was up, Sam blinked to see Gabriel laying flush against his body, head poking up from under the blanket and honey-brown eyes locked on lips were curled into a gentle, but teasing smile, when Sam felt it.
Fingers, softly stroking along the hem of his shirt again, slowly working their way up his abs until they reached his chest. Gabriel's palm was resting right beside his head, just one layer of cotton separating them. And right then, two fingers pinched his left nipple, teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves. Sam bit back another moan, but couldn't help but grind his hips upwards, rolling his crotch against Gabriel's on top of him.
And finally, finally, the angel quivered under his touch, burying his head into Sam's chest and taking a good mouthful of cotton shirt to hold back a moan of his own.
Sam grinned. Wide and smugly. Hell yeah, it was so on.
However, Sam wasn't the patient type, and he had never been. His slipped his hands quickly under Gabriel's shirt, gripping him tightly around his waist and pushing him upwards. Not just for the benefit of feeling the angel's boner brush along his stomach – although it admittedly felt damn hot – but to latch their lips together in a hungry, passionate kiss. Sam worked his tongue past Gabriel's lips within a split second, fucking his tongue up into the other one's mouth repeatedly.
And that's when Gabriel actually let out a groan. A fucking hot, needy and loud one.
"Are you two idjits finally done so we can have breakfast?" Bobby's voice made them jump instantly. "Either you get your asses over here or get yourself a room. And just for the record, I even made some hot chocolate for the missus."
Gabriel chuckled, his face buried in Sam's neck, before he wordlessly raised one of his hands and snapped his fingers.
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