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10. Let partner sit in lap

"Gabe, what are you –?"

"Hush! The movie's about to start!"

Gabriel wriggled around on Sam's lap some more, forcing Sam to close his eyes and take deep breaths in order to try and calm himself. But it didn't work. Gabriel had to know what he was doing.

"What I'm doing? What am I doing?" Gabriel said far too innocently. Sam gritted his teeth.

"Can you maybe," he said slowly, "stop moving like that?"

"What, like this?"

Gabriel deliberately ground his ass down and a choked whimper escaped Sam's mouth. No doubt about it, he'd lost this one.

"You asshole," he said in a strangled voice. Gabriel turned around, smirking.

"I aim to please." He swung a leg over Sam, so that he was straddling the taller man's lap. "Ready to have some fun, Moosey?"

"I – the movie – you said –" Sam was trying to think of more and more reasons to not do this but it was becoming harder with every second that passed. And so was his dick. And if he was honest, he did want to do something with Gabriel. It'd been two weeks of nothing more than heavy kissing and petting and while he wasn't Dean, the lack of anything more was starting to get to him.

"What do you want, Samsquatch?" Gabriel purred mischievously, trailing a hand down Sam's chest and stomach. Sam shivered.

"What do you want to do?" he squeaked. Gabriel grinned widely.

"I'm glad you asked."

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped Sam's jeans and then plunged his fingers under the waistband of Sam's boxers. Sam let out a long, whining groan when Gabriel's fingers closed around him.

"Part of me wants to take this slow," Gabriel said, still with a cheeky grin on his face as he stroked and reduced Sam to shudders and soft gasps. "But there's a bigger part of me that's screaming 'Turn the moose into jelly!' That part's really winning out."

"Just – don't stop," Sam panted, rocking his hips up and digging his fingers into Gabriel's biceps. "Oh – God, Gabe –"

"Watch that potty mouth," Gabriel mock-chastised, rubbing his thumb over the slit. Sam made a keening sound as his back arched. "Nobody wants to hear about their daddy dearest during –"

He was cut off when Sam grabbed him by the hair and pulled him in, crushing their lips together. Kissing Gabriel roughly just made it all so much better and it wasn't long before Sam couldn't take it anymore and came all over Gabriel's fist and his own shirt.

"Wow," he said breathlessly, sagging into the sofa. Gabriel cleaned him up with a snap of his fingers, then did his jeans up again and snuggled up next to him. "That was so good."

"Thank you," Gabriel said, pleased. "You're not my first rodeo. Perks of being a genderless wave of light: I'm not fussed who I do."

He kissed Sam and nibbled on his lower lip.

"Though you're one of the few I've actually cared about," the archangel added after a moment. Sam smiled at him.

"Thanks, Gabe. That means a lot."

Gabriel shrugged in his arms.

"Eh, it's nothing to make a huge fuss over."

Sam rolled his eyes at Gabriel's casual brushing off.

"Want me to return the favour?"

"Later. I wanna watch the movie."

"That's what you said just before," Sam muttered but he tightened his arms around Gabriel and settled back to watch.