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Chapter Eleven

Christmas surrounded by family wasn't something that Sam had experienced before. It was perfect, having a classic Christmas Eve. The presents had been placed under the tree, and Sam found himself nursing a drink of spiked eggnog with the rest of the group. Dean and Castiel were watching Jack who was listening as Mary was retelling a hunt she went on as a kid and how her dad made Christmas work even while on the road.

It was nice seeing everyone laughing together. The hunters he had gotten to know were mingling without the edge of a hunt. And off to the side, leaning against the wall, a glass in his hand was Gabriel. Sam loathed to admit that he hated how comfortable the archangel was around Rowena, how he allowed her to place her hand on his arm more than once, never brushing the touch off.

He wished he could just as casually touch the man. Sam knew the rumors that were circling around about him and The Messenger. He never denied that the archangel was sleeping with him, even if he wanted so much more. Charlie smiled at Sam, raising her glass for a moment before returning to speaking to Bobby. The moment was enough for Sam to break his gaze with the back of Gabriel's head, ignoring the way Rowena smirked at him before shifting just a bit closer.

Grinding his teeth, Sam turned his full attention to Dean who saw the exchange, narrowing his eyes for a second. Turning away from those piercing green eyes, the younger Winchester stepped closer to Mary to look like he was listening to the story, adding in what few good memories he had of the Christmases Dean had managed to make special for him when they were still kids. By the end of the night, he was half-drunk on eggnog and relaxed enough to make his way up the stairs, no longer dreading the empty room that might greet him.

Gabriel may not have been interested in rekindling with Rowena before, but as the night passed, Sam had seen him smile more at the witch than he had ever seen the archangel smile at him. Rowena had left an hour or so ago, claiming to need her beauty sleep, and Gabriel hadn't been too far behind her. Flicking on the light to the bedroom, Sam blinked at the sight that greeted him.

The blond hadn't left with Rowena, instead, Gabriel was stretched out on the mattress, legs spread wide while he pumped his cock slowly. Licking his dry lips, Sam closed the door behind him, locking it before moving toward the bed. "I was wondering if you were ever going to show up, figured once I left you would be right behind me. I may have started the party without you."

Gabriel smirked at him, his legs moving farther apart while his thumb circled the head of his cock. "Come on, Samshine, I think you kept me waiting long enough, don't you?" At the invitation, Sam tugged off his clothing, eager to join the archangel. Crawling up the bed, Sam nestled himself between Gabriel's legs, holding himself above the man.

"I thought you went off after Rowena, figured I would be spending Christmas Eve with my hand." Sam hadn't meant to say anything, but once the words were out, he couldn't stop from turning his head away from Gabriel's gaze. The archangel didn't let him. Placing his hand on his cheek, Gabriel gently turned Sam back until their eyes locked.

"I thought that I made myself clear. I don't want Rowena, Sam. Unless you plan on kicking me out, I have every intention of coming back to our bed at the end of the day." Not knowing what to say, Sam remained silent. Legs came and wrapped around his waist, tugging Sam closer until their groins were pressed together.

Rocking so that their dicks aligned properly, Sam thought Gabriel wanted to keep their touches as they had been until the archangel spoke again. "You know it's technically Christmas now, Sammy. If you wanted to get me something, I know what I want." Humming, Sam rested his weight on his left forearm, his right hand trailing down Gabriel's side to grip the other's hip. He could never get enough of touching Gabriel's skin. Every time felt like a gift.

"What do you want for Christmas, Gabe?" A hand ran along Sam's arm, caressing the muscles that were straining to keep the hunter up.

"I want a kiss; you haven't kissed me yet, Sam." Tensing at the request, Sam looked at those whiskey eyes he loved so much. Something must have shown in his expression as Gabriel's face softened.

"Kiss me, Sam." There was a pleading note to the request; one Sam couldn't deny as he slowly leaned forward. It was everything he had pictured it to be. Gabriel's lips were soft against his own; there was a slight scruffle around his lips. Releasing a breath Sam pressed harder against the other's mouth. Sparks danced along his spine. The floodgates he had been able to hold back from refusing to taste those lips opened.

The hand which had been holding Gabriel's hip moved to tangle in the blond locks, holding the archangel's head in place while he ravished the other's mouth. Gabriel moaned, his eyes closing while tilting his head to bring their mouths into a better position. Sam's body coiled around Gabriel's, needing to be close which made him rub their dicks together again.

Pulling back to breathe, Sam captured Gabriel's mouth again, rocking his hips and leaning on his right arm while his left couldn't stop trailing along Gabriel's thigh and flank. Gabriel's hands tugged on his hair, pulling Sam back into a kiss whenever they broke, letting loose little whimpers as their tongues touched and Sam explored the wet cavern. It was scorching, their bodies sharing their heat while Sam moved above the archangel, not once did they stop touching.

"Sam," whispered Gabriel, turning his head to the side and breaking their kisses. Growling at the denial of having those lips on his own, Sam sucked the man's earlobe into his mouth. Gabriel whined, fingers digging into Sam's shoulders while the hunter worried the lobe between his teeth. "Sam, please… I want you to take me tonight… please, baby, I need you in me."

For a second, Sam thought about refusing the request. They hadn't had sex in the strictest sense before, but at the pet name, the hunter once again surged forward. It took some fumbling, during which Sam once again claimed the archangel's mouth as he retrieved the lube. Pulling back just long enough to slick his fingers, Sam laughed as Gabriel climbed onto his lap, both sitting up as Gabriel hooked his arms around the hunter's neck.

"I need to prep you," chuckled Sam who closed the lid of the bottle before reaching down and rubbing a finger around Gabriel's rim. The archangel moaned, lifting himself just a bit higher on Sam's lap as the hunter slipped the digit inside. While still a bit tight, the blond was looser than Sam anticipated. "Gabe?" asked the hunter, pushing a second finger inside.

"I didn't want to wait… please, Sam, please." Like magnets their lips connected again, Sam pushing a third finger inside the archangel to make sure he was stretched before pushing the smaller man back down onto the bed. Gabriel bounced slightly, his legs still wrapped around Sam who wiped the lube onto his cock before laying on top of the archangel.

"Gabriel," whispered Sam while slowly pressing inside the man. Lips once again connected, Gabriel moaned, one hand on Sam's shoulder while the other tangled in his hair. Inch by inch Sam eased his way inside, barely able to breathe as his dick was encased in the tight heat of Gabriel's body. Once he was fully seated, Sam continued to kiss the archangel, giving the blond time to adjust while their bodies pressed together.

There was no mistaking the intimacy of the act. This wasn't a quick romp, those desperate hands clinging to him were seeking more than a warm body for the night. Keeping his pace languid, Sam started to roll his hips, his cock no sooner being mostly pulled out before he had to be once again surrounded in the warmth Gabriel provided. The archangel wasn't a passive lover; he mewled and pressed back against Sam, hands running everywhere he could reach.

"Sam, Sam, Sam," Gabriel chanted every time their lips parted. For his part Sam could hardly keep the pace he was settling, wanting to push in harder, to watch as Gabriel lost what little control he had. A flash of gold and he didn't have the choice any longer. Their bodies were transported so that Sam was resting against the headboard, Gabriel straddling his hips while staying wrapped around him.

Cupping the flesh of the other's ass, Sam was quick to comply with the new position. Their lips remained connected, Sam unable to stop kissing the archangel for more than a heartbeat before he needed to taste him again. Gabriel used Sam's shoulders to brace himself before bouncing, taking Sam far deeper and harder than the hunter had allowed previously. Clutching at his lover, Sam moaned, breathing in the other's air while bucking up into the heat he thought would be the death of him.

"Sam, not gonna… so good, you feel so good." Needing to feel Gabriel squeeze around his cock even tighter, Sam held firm to the globes of the archangel's ass and slammed up into him. Gabriel cried out, tossing his head back while riding out his orgasm, his walls clamping down around the brunet who was thrusting up into him.

Another minute and Sam was gone, spilling his release into his lover while Gabriel leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. They remained like that until Sam could feel the cooling semen on his stomach from Gabriel's release. Giving the archangel a quick peck, Sam leaned over and grabbed the small towel they replaced each morning to wipe away their mess. When he made to pull out of Gabriel and wipe him clean a smaller hand was placed on his own.

"Don't; I want to keep you in me as long as I can. I'll clean the sheets tomorrow, okay?" Staring into those golden-whiskey eyes, Sam nodded. Gabriel smiled, trailing a hand from the side of Sam's face to once again cupping his cheek. "Sam, I wanted to say thank you. You've done so much more than provide me a place to recover my grace. You didn't need to keep me safe, to open your home and your bed, but you did.

"At first, I wondered why you would trust me so close to you, why you would go out of your way… but then Rowena came back. I saw the way you looked at her, the way you look at me when I'm near her." Sam couldn't help but tense; he had thought he had been so careful not to let the archangel know how he felt. A finger was pressed to his lips, soon replaced by a pair of lips he could never deny.

"I asked you for a kiss for Christmas, but you should know that I wanted to give you something in return." Locking his hazel orbs with the whiskey ones he loved so much, Sam waited for whatever Gabriel wanted to give him. "Me, Sam. If you want me, I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

Sam didn't think. Instead, he buried his head in the archangel's neck, switching their position until the blond was once again under him. Holding Gabriel so tight he was sure he would bruise him, Sam felt fingers trail through his hair, neither mentioning the tears that escaped Sam's eyes as he felt his world slot into place. As they made love once again that night, and Sam couldn't keep the grin off his face; he finally had everything he ever wanted.