A/N: Chapter from here on out will be a lot longer than my usual efforts, mostly because I've been writing this on paper and the pages run away with me.
Chapter 9
Gabriel staggered back under the weight of Sam's larger, heavier body till his back hit the post of the staircase. He knew he should be pushing Sam away, shoving him, punching him. – Kicking his arrogant ass out the door, but he couldn't, not when the giant asshole was kissing him so passionately, all he could do was hang on and enjoy the ride. Kissing him back with equal enthusiasm, his fingers curling into the lush brown hair he'd missed having tangled around his fingers. The angle was awkward, but it always was with their difference in height.
He felt the pressure on his back ease as he was manhandled away from the banister and towards the couch. Sam practically carrying him before they toppled back onto the large sofa cushions. Their lips parting only for a few minutes as they bounced and caught their breath. If Gabriel was going to call this quits, now was the time.
He didn't, instead, and against his own better judgement, he yanked Sam's head back down, reconnecting their mouths, their tongues battling for dominance. Groaning in victory, he pushed at Sam's jacket, fighting to get it off the larger man as their kiss deepened and they ground into one another desperately.
Gabriel grunted angrily as the jacket refused to move and Sam was forced to break away to rid himself of the offending fabric. He watch Sam with lust blown eyes as the younger man practically ripped it from his body, throwing it down beside the couch. Gabriel expected him to return to the kissing and had to suck in a surprised breath as Sam's shirt and tee swiftly followed, leaving the man naked from the waist up. Gabriel couldn't resist running his palms over the warm toned chest he hadn't touched in a year.
"Maybe we should take this upstairs?" Sam asked breathlessly, even as his hands fought to strip Gabriel of his own shirts. "Claire might…"
"She won't come back down until morning." Gabriel said confidently, pulling Sam back into another heated kiss.
"You…sure?" Sam murmured when he pulled back to drag the tee over Gabriel's head.
"Positive. She's learnt that lesson." He huffed, pleased at the green spark in Sam's gaze, jealousy was always the best aphrodisiac. Sam growled and launched himself at Gabriel once again. Kissing him deeply before moving to suck and nip at his neck, all the while their hips thrusting desperately at each other.
While Sam sucked a dark claiming bruise into his neck, Gabriel's hand dropped down between them, fumbling with the fastening of Sam's jeans. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him he was going to regret this. That he shouldn't let Sam do this to him again, and it sounded a lot like Annabella, but he ignored her, just like when she'd tried to talk him out of quitting his job at the school, because he had to do what felt right, and right now this felt…wonderfully perfect. He'd deal with the aftershock…after.
He was pulled out of his thought's and doubts by Sam's large rough hand slipping beneath the confines of his own jeans, and threw his head back with a loud groan. He closed his eyes as the sensations engulfed him.
Lifting his hand, he tangled his fingers in Sam's hair, violently pulling him down to recapture his mouth. Loving the mix of Sam and tequila on his tongue, as the hunter worked him rough and quick, his hips snapping up into the calloused palm.
"I've…missed…" Sam panted between kisses, his groin rubbing insistently against the ex-angel's thigh. "…you."
Gabriel groaned into the hot open mouth. That was the last thing he'd expected to come from Sam, and part of him thought it was the last thing he wanted to hear, because he'd missed him too. "Yeah. Me t…to." He panted, thrusting his tongue filthily into the hunter's mouth, causing them both to moan pathetically. His hands untangled themselves from the younger man's hair to slide down his back and beneath the waistband of his jeans, squeezing the firm orbs as he thrust violently with his tongue and hips.
The heavy knock on the front door had them pulling apart breathlessly and frustrated. Gabriel craned his head to glance at the hall.
"Ignore it." Sam insisted, going back to kissing and grinding, drawing Gabriel back into their bubble of passion and lust.
Another louder, heavier knock had Sam yanking his hand away from Gabriel's dick and scrambling angrily off the couch. "Don't move." He growled before marching determinedly towards the door.
Gabriel's heart and dick jumped at the same instant and the only movement he made was to kick off his jeans and underwear as he heard Sam hurriedly rush towards and yank open the front door.
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Sam clenched his jaw as he reached for the door. Whoever it was, was going to be getting a fuck the hell off the second he opened it, because he was finally back with Gabriel. After a year apart and longer running from what he was feeling, nothing and no one was going to stop them now. He needed this and it was so good. He hadn't felt this good in ages. – Years in all honesty.
Wrapping his fingers around the handle he yanked it violently and froze, his eyes going wide and his face paling. "Dean?"
"Who'd you expect?"
Before he could stop him, his brother stepped over the threshold and marched into the house, Sam letting the door swing close as he rushed to catch up. "Long drive?" he asked coldly, then froze, taking in the pale shock on Dean's face as he stared at the couch. Sam turned with a groan at the sight of Gabriel, naked and grinning at them.
"Hey Dean-o, welcome back. How was the vacation?" Gabriel laughed dismissively, not even bothering to cover himself.
Sam looked from the ex-angel to his brother. "Uh…Gabriel put some clothes on!" he snapped.
"What the hell's going on?" Dean yelled.
"I would have thought a man of the world such as you could figure that out Dean-o. I know you're not that dumb."
"Gabriel! Shut up and get dressed!" Sam snapped, shifting uncomfortably under Dean's acid glare.
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Gabriel yelled back. "You were happy to get me naked ten seconds ago. Oh, but now big brother's here its back to step one, huh?" Gabriel growled dangerously, snatching up his underwear and stepping into them. – Not to save Dean's blushes, but he didn't want Claire to see him naked as he marched past her room. – "You know what, Winchester? I've had it with your gay crisis shit, get the fuck out of my house and take your moronic brother with you!" with that he snatched up his clothes and stormed up the stairs. "Oh and don't come back!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"Gabriel!" Sam called, then growled furiously to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What are you doing here Dean?"
"I was about to ask you the same question." Dean snapped angrily, confused. "And what's this?" he waved at the couch, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Sam huffed, his spine straightening. "Like he said, it's pretty obvious." He folded his arms over his bare chest and waited for the fall-out.
"So what I get sucked into purgatory and you become a fairy? And with him? How is he even alive?" Dean spat.
"I'm not… - I…. He got thrown out when you and Cas got pulled in."
"He was in purgatory?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah."
"And when he got spat out, instead of trying to find a way to get me and Cas out, you decided to fuck him? – Though with your track record I shouldn't be surprised, you got a thing for screwing monsters!"
"Hey!" Sam snapped, taking a step forward. "He's not a monster, he's an angel. – You know, like Cas! – Or at least he was. He's human now and I don't owe you any explanations, Dean. My private life is mine. I looked. We looked. There was no way to get you out of purgatory."
"So you gave up and shacked up, huh?" Dean glared, looking around the house.
Sam took a deep breath. "What are you doing here Dean?" he repeated frustratingly, there was no talking to Dean at times like this and frankly he wanted his brother to leave so he could try and fix the shit with Gabriel.
Dean glared at him for a long moment, his whole body tense, disgust printed all over his face. "You hung up on me."
"Yeah well I heard all I needed to hear." Sam replied furiously.
"No, you heard what you wanted to hear. I told you Benny wasn't killing, hell I watched him end the fang-banger that was."
"What about Martin? How'd he end that?"
"Stupid, just like I said it would. The crazy son of a bitch didn't give Benny a choice. It was self-defence."
Sam shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Seriously Dean? That's the story you're going with, that the vampires the real victim here?"
"Well like it or not that's the truth. There was a time when that actually meant something." Dean grumbled, meeting his brother's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, no kidding." Sam scoffed, turning to pace. He wanted to believe Dean, wanted to trust his judgement. Gabriel had been right about one thing, there had been a time where he hadn't seen all vampires as monsters. Where he could believe that one wouldn't feed, but a lot had changed over the years. He had trouble trusting his friends since Cas. Was it really so hard to understand his reluctance to trust Benny?
"Is this because of him?" Dean snapped behind him. "You've been weird ever since I got back. Has that dick been messing with your head?"
Sam turned to glare at his brother, his gaze hard. "This has nothing to do with Gabriel?" he spat angrily.
"Doesn't it?"
"No! This is about us. About you saving a vampire by making me believe the people I love might be dead."
Dean stared at him, eyes wide.
A suffocating silence fell between them, the pair stared at one another, waiting, challenging. Sam could see the confusion and disgust in his brother's hard green gaze but he couldn't bring himself to care, he was tired and angry, and just wanted to crawl into bed next to a warm body and forget the life for a few hours.
"What do you want to hear, Sam?" Dean said, his tone as weary as Sam's. "That I was wrong? Fine. I was wrong okay. – But if you had just heard me out, if you had trusted me, all of this could have been avoided."
"You didn't want me to trust you, you wanted me to trust Benny, and I can't do that." Sam replied harshly; his tone cold. He watched Dean turn away, dragging his hand through his hair.
"Right, well then what the hell do we do now? Are you staying here? – With him?"
Sam sighed. "I guess that depends on you, and whether or not you're done with Benny?"
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm done, if you are."
"What?"
"You heard me?" Dean met Sam's eyes.
Sam frowned. "Are you serious?" he gaped. He shook his head unable to believe his brother. "Leave." He growled.
"Sam."
"Go Dean."
Dean glared as he marched past his brother, his eyes hard and cold. "Glad I made the drive." He spat throwing open the door.
_What Doesn't Kill You_
Gabriel watched from the bedroom window, his arms folded over his chest. He stared at the moon bouncing off the roof of the Impala, while he listened to the muffled raised voices. When he'd reached the hall after his escape it was to find Claire staring at him with wide fearful and accusing eyes. Obviously having head him order Sam once again out of the house. He whispered that she should go back to bed before continuing on to his room, his clothes pressed to his chest. Once inside he'd just dumped the pile and marched over to the window.
He wasn't even sure if he hoped or feared that Sam would follow his orders. He kicked himself for letting Sam so much as kiss him, let alone get him all worked up. Gabriel groaned angrily, he'd lost himself at some point between returning from purgatory and that first kiss, he'd turned into a weak pathetic human. It wasn't the weakness of his physical form that angered him, it was the emotional baggage that had been dumped on his shoulders. He'd spent centuries priding himself on not caring, now all he seemed to do is care. Even for arrogant dicks that didn't deserve his love.
The slam of the front door had Gabriel's heart leaping into his throat, his eyes locked on the black car parked in the dirt driveway. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Dean marching towards his precious car, yanking the boot open violently. A cold sweat quickly peppering Gabriel's skin, then he straightened his spine. If Dean planned to kill him for having the nerve to touch his equally precious brother, well fine, he could come and try. It wasn't like Gabriel was meant to be on earth anyway, but he wouldn't go easily.
Sam followed his brother out into the night and stood apart watching. Gabriel swallowed hard as Dean slammed the boot and threw a familiar looking duffle into his kid brother's arms before stomping around to the driver's seat. He saw Dean say something but it was swallowed by the night and glass between them, then there were red tail lights fading into the distance, and he became lost watching them go.
"Gabriel?"
He didn't bother turning from the window at the sound of Sam's voice. "I thought I told you to fuck off?" he replied flatly, his arms folded over his bare chest and his sweats hanging low on his hips.
He heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor behind him. It didn't take a genius to know it was the hunter's duffle bag. He remained still, staring up at the moon silently.
"You're not getting rid of me so easily. Not this time." Sam stated firmly.
Finally Gabriel turned to meet the taller man's gaze. "I could call the sheriff's office, report an intruder. – And the stolen car." He nodded behind him, out the window.
"What makes you think it's stolen?"
Gabriel stared at Sam with a raised brow, unimpressed and unamused.
Sam sighed, shrugging resignedly. I needed to get home. It was the fastest way. – I'm sorry for what I said downstairs. I was just…"
"Ashamed? Didn't want big bro thinking you were a fairy? A queer? A giant raging homo?" Gabriel's voice quickly grew louder and harder. That spark of archangel glowing beneath the surface. "You didn't want your wonderful perfect big brother to know you like dick, especially mine! Despite the fact that he's been practically making goo-goo eyes at Cas since day one!"
"Gabe." Sam sighed, taking a step forward, his eyes locked on the ex-angel. "I didn't want him seeing you naked, that doesn't mean I'm ashamed."
Gabriel scoffed disbelievingly, turning back to stare out the window, refusing to let himself believe, hope…want.
"And okay, maybe I didn't want Dean to find out about us by finding you naked on the couch, that doesn't mean I didn't want him to find out period. I've just walked back into the house, we've just…started this..." Sam took a deep breath. "I'm still adjusting to this Gabe, I've only been back a few hours." He whispered the last part against Gabriel's hair his large hands skimming over the ex-angel's hips, pulling him back to his chest.
Gabriel fought not to surrender, at least he told himself he'd fought, but Sam's warm solid form felt just too enticing, drawing him in. Sometimes he understood why Sam was his brother's true vessel. He was pure temptation, the kind that could make angels fall. - If he'd still been an angel.
He hated the soft moan that escaped his lips when Sam pressed his wet open mouth to the side of his throat, his head involuntarily tilting to the side to give the larger man better access, his eyes drifting closed no matter how hard he tried to stop them. Sam's long calloused fingers bit into his hips. He'd have bruises, there was no doubt in his mind about that.
He gave another desperate moan when Sam pressed his denim covered bulge into his lower back, heat scorching a path through his entire body. A heat he never thought he'd get over feeling, its intensity so impossible to comprehend. He panted a breath, his hand slipping behind him to take a firm hold of Sam's solid thigh. The taller man's mouth working diligently at the now tender skin of his neck. Sam's teeth occasionally sinking into the darkening flesh. A low growl rumbled free, but it wasn't his. The sound broke the final barrier. His final hope of remain aloof to the hunters charms.
Gabriel removed his hand from the denim clad thigh and drove his fingers into the lush length of Sam's hair, clenching tight as he dragged the mouth occupied with his throat away while turning his head to meet it. The kiss searing both of them. Sealing them together like two pieces of solid iron, their tongues battled and swirled around one another, drinking their fill, teeth pulling at lips. Lust fuelled every second like gasoline on an already raging inferno.
The ex-angel groaned into Sam's mouth when the hunter's hands slid beneath the lose band of sweatpants, forcing them easily down so they pooled at his feet. He absently kicked them aside with a sigh before pressing his naked ass against Sam's still clothed thighs. The groan he felt this time was his own as he ripped his mouth from Sam's only long enough to speak. "Need you. Now."
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Sam gripped him by the neck and drag him back violently with a hand while his other slid over Gabriel's hips to wrap firmly around his swollen throbbing cock. The sensation of unfamiliar flesh and steel against his palm making his heart race faster, his blood boiling further and his own dick all that harder.
As insane as it was to believe, Sam hadn't felt so turned on and fuelled with lust since the first incredible night with Jessica. Not even when he'd been hyped up on demon blood and fucking Ruby had he felt anything close, until now. Knowing that, feeling that, both terrified and relaxed him, allowing his brain to shut down so as not to think about what he was doing, who he was with. He knew if he didn't he'd freak out, just like he'd done before and he didn't want that. He'd been looking for that peace he'd once had for so long, he wasn't going to ruin it by having a huge gay crisis. He'd come too far to turn back now.
Sam moved his hand confidently over the hardened flesh, his thumb rolling, massaging the head. He had no idea how Gabriel like to be touched, but he'd learn. Right now, he could only follow his instincts and the way Gabriel was moaning, and rocking into his grasp, said the ex-archangel was enjoying it well enough.
That was enough to spear Sam on, pulling Gabriel harder into his chest and savouring the feel of skin to skin, before he slipped his hand between them to work hurriedly at the fly of his jeans, forcing them and his underwear awkwardly over his hips.
They toppled slightly forward as he tried to kick his jeans away, only to remember he still wore his boots. "Fuck it." He growled against Gabriel's neck.
Gabriel moaned, his palms pressing harder against the window frame and laughed richly. "You don't need bare feet to fuck." He grunted, releasing one hand to reach back between them and grab Sam's cock. "You just need this…" he tugged sharply, causing Sam to gasp pathetically. With another breathless laugh Gabriel let go and reached for the hunter's free hand, bring it to his mouth. "And these." He whispered before swallowing two of the digits, sucking and swirling his tongue over them till they were soaked in his saliva.
Sam panted and moaned at the sensation of his fingers being sucked and couldn't help wishing it was his dick instead. The images of the once formidable archangel turned trickster on his knees, his mouth stretched around his cock, his throat tightening as Sam fucked into it, filled the hunter's mind and almost had him climaxing on the spot. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? He asked silently, even as he pulled his fingers from the hot damp expanse of Gabriel's mouth.
He wasn't a stranger to slipping his fingers into the tight cavern of someone's ass, he'd been around, he'd fucked adventurous experienced women. – Never a guy, he hadn't gotten as far as this with the guy he'd picked up at a bar while trying to forget Gabriel. – So he wasn't all that nervous as he pressed his finger slowly past the tight reluctant ring of muscle. He took his time, worked slowly. When he was finally all the way inside he paused, massaging the inner walls then withdrawing.
He repeated the motion a dozen times before attempting to add another finger, surprised when Gabriel's body relaxed and opened up to intrusion. The thought occurred to him that maybe he wasn't the only one who'd sort comfort from a stranger and something dark shot through him. He pressed in with a third finger without warning, biting at Gabriel's neck and grinning to himself as the older man keened in shock, then pleasure.
"Ahhh." Gabriel moaned, pushing back on Sam's hand, goading him on. "That's it. Quicker."
So Sam did as bidden, thrusting his finger inside, deeper and harder. Enjoying the sounds Gabriel was making, especially when he hit some magic button.
"Son of a bitch!"
It was only when Sam prepared to swap his fingers for his painfully hard cock that he realized he had no condom. He growled angrily at himself and glanced over at his duffle bag. So far away, a tortuous beacon taunting him. "Fuck" he hissed.
"That's a great i-idea." Gabriel panted through gritted teeth. "I'm very open to that suggestion."
"The condom's in my bag." Sam replied, voice as wrecked as his lovers, his eyes fixed on the bag accusingly. He could get one, it would be easy enough. He knew he had at least one at the bottom of his duffle, but… - He feared breaking the connection between him and Gabriel. Feared what moving away would do; without the feel of the ex-archangel's flesh pressed to his, without the heavy cock in his palm, he might begin to think, and with thinking came reality and doubts he'd fought to expel the past year.
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Gabriel twisted his head, panting and flushed. He could see it all over Sam's face, the deer in headlights look he'd worn every time the reality set in. He swore angrily to himself. He'd done it again, he'd allowed himself to be seduced, he'd told himself this time it wouldn't end with Sam running for the hills, because apparently he didn't know when to stop hoping. His fingers tightened on the white wooden window frame and he stared out over the wide open space that surrounded their…his house, then up at the heaven's above him.
The moon glowed brightly down on them, bathing his nakedness in its light and he had to admit he kinda liked the idea of being fucked in full view of heaven. A twisted excitement at the knowledge he was breaking the rules, as he always had. A literal screw you to the home he'd once loved, the home he'd abandoned but had never quite given up hoping for. – And for it to be Sam, there was a sense of irony in that.
Only it wouldn't be Sam, because he was freaking out…again. He was going to bolt, run for the hills. "If you're going, go." He ordered angrily, ripping his slowly flagging dick from the hunter's grip, his eyes stinging as he leant frozen against the window frame.
He felt Sam moving away from him, heard the shuffling of his feet as they got closer to the door and his heart sank to his toes as he heard it close. Sighing softly, Gabriel hung his head and closed his eyes against the tears. Tears he refused to let fall. He'd made a vow months ago not to shed any more tears over Sam fucking Winchester.
When he heard the clutter of boots hitting wood and clothing swiftly following, Gabriel's eyes flew open and his breath caught in his throat. He didn't dare look, simply choosing to stare out at the night and wait. There was the sound of a zip being drawn and he couldn't stand it any longer. Slowly he turned to find Sam, naked from head to toe, hurriedly yanking his belongings out of the bag Dean had thrown at him. Gabriel frowned, his heart racing. He hadn't fled. Why?
"Fuck it." Sam swore. "I was sure I…" he growled, tossing another shirt furiously beside him on the floor before tipping the now empty duffle upside down and shaking.
"What are you…doing?" Gabriel asked cautiously.
Sam lifted his gaze and stared at Gabriel like the man had lost his mind, or grown a second head. "What does it look like? I know I had a god-damn condom in here!"
Gabriel swallowed the thick lump pressing against his vocal cords. Sam wasn't running, he was staying. Coughing to dislodge the emotional blockage he whispered. "Closet. Top shelf."
Sam looked at him intensely for a moment before leaping to his feet, he practically ran to the closet, yanking open the door violently. He didn't bother with the light Gabriel noticed, and that made his heart skip and his dick perk-up.
"Shoe box." Gabriel clarified with a smirk, his eyes roaming over the tanned toned expanse of the hunter's naked form, his dick re-awaking more and more by the second.
Sam grunted triumphantly when his hand closed over the white box, pulling it down and throwing open the lid as he turned back to Gabriel, his eyes widening at the contents.
"Birthday present from Rita." He informed, laughing.
Sam lifted his eyes and Gabriel inhaled sharply at the familiar glow of jealousy. "Really?"
"She thought I should get back on the horse."
"Did you?" Sam demanded, his tone hard.
Gabriel locked eyes with him, unflinching. "Yes." He replied flatly, lifting his chin. He wasn't going to inform the young hunter that it had been a complete disaster or that he'd been thinking of him the whole time.
Sam's gaze narrowed as he stalked closer, the box being thrown aside but for the strip of colourful condoms and a large bottle of unopened lube. Gabriel shivered at the heated possessive look in the hunter's eyes and his heart thundered against his ribs. He resumed the position, his hands planted either side of the window, his feet parted and braced, his eyes fixed on the sky with a wide satisfied grin cutting his face in half.
It grew wider still at the sound of the wrapper being torn then discarded. He gasped as cold lubed fingers slid effortlessly into him once more, deep, slamming almost painfully against his prostate, causing his whole body to jerk and a hoarse moan to escape his lips.
"I've been unable to fuck a single person in the last year because of you." Sam growled into his ear, his fingers relentless. "And you've been whoring yourself around town?"
Gabriel turned furious eyes on the younger man. "Firstly, fuck you Winchester, I 'm no more a whore than your precious brother. I wanted sex, I had sex." He gasped as Sam hit the sweet spot again. "S-secondly, i-it's not m-my fault it took you a f-aahhhh-ucking year to realize you wanted t-this."
"You threw me out!" Sam reminded him loudly.
Gabriel groaned, parting his feet a little further and arching his back, leaning heavier on the frame. "I… - Y-you could h-have…come….back…any…time." he panted, face pinched with pleasure as he rocked back on Sam's hand once more. "You had no t-trouble kicking down m-my d-door…tonight. – Or making your…feelings…knooooaahhh." His head fell forward on a broken moan.
He heard Sam growl angrily, and whimpered a moment later at the sudden loss of Sam's fingers as they swiftly withdrew. He didn't mourn the loss for long though, as in mere moments he was being stretched wide by the head of Sam's cock forcing its way into his body with a burn that sent shivers through Gabriel's whole being. He gasped, groaned and whimpered all in the same instant, his eyes clenched tightly closed as he soaked in the pure pleasure.
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Sam closed his eyes as he ploughed deeper, his heart skittering as Gabriel's body swallowed him inch by inch. The man was right, he probably could have come back sooner, he'd had no reason not to, except that he hadn't been ready then. He'd needed that year he realized now, to sort his head out, to figure out just what he was feeling for Gabriel. Whether it was loneliness or lust, or….something else entirely. He'd needed the distance to discover if he was attracted to men in general or just this one. – And maybe if Dean hadn't have returned, he would have made the choice he was now making months ago. Maybe.
Gabriel's harsh demands pulled him out of his head and back to the moment, his hand tightening on the shorter man's hips, holding him firmly in place as he withdrew. He paused a moment, the head of his cock still stretching the ex-angel open. He took a breath before thrusting forward, claiming Gabriel with a grunt.
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Gabriel's knuckles whitened as he held the weight of both his own body and that of Sam's. His own being forced forward with each punishing thrust of Sam's hips, the hunter buried so deep he could practically feel the man's cock in his throat. Pre-cum rolled down the underside of his own flushed hardened cock as it bounced against his stomach. This had been what he wanted, what no one else had been able to provide. This punishing rhythm, this rough callused touch, this connection that wasn't just physical. They'd known each other long enough, hated each other, saved each other. It was a strong bond, strong enough to bring them to this.
He rocked his hips back to meet Sam's quickening thrusts, panting and swearing with each inward stroke, every so often yelling when that special spot was pounded, sending white lights of pleasure through his whole body, making his skin burn and his senses explode with sensation.
It wasn't long before the whole world turned to white, fireworks erupting behind tightly closed eyelids. His legs losing their solidity beneath the extra weight of Sam's much larger body. He felt them go but he didn't crumple to the floor. A long muscled arm securing his stance, pressing against his still quivering abdomen, its underside coated in Gabriel's cum.
Sam continued to pound relentlessly into him despite his limp boneless state. The man's mouth suckling the already bruised column of his throat. Panting, Gabriel turned his head, moaning as he nudged at Sam's forehead to gain his attention. Slowly the hunter was there, taking his mouth in a passionate desperate tangle of tongues; sloppy and wet. Uncoordinated.
Moments later Sam's whole body went rigid, his eyes squeezed tight as every muscle strained and he slammed violently one final time into Gabriel's body.
The pair tumbled to the polished hardwood, breathless and spent, their flesh drenched with sweat, Gabriel's stomach sticky white. Inhaling slowly, he turned his head away from where it was resting against the window seal and glanced over his shoulder to stare at Sam's prone body, stretched out flat on the golden floor, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.
Gabriel's eyes scanned over the toned body to the now sated and limp cock still wrapped in latex. He shifted awkwardly, wincing at the aching in his lower back and ass, as well as his arms and legs, but a smile played at the corners of his mouth. – He was too fucking old to be fucked standing up, He chastised himself. – Shuffling over to Sam he carefully tugged the condom lose, tying the end securely.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked sleepily.
"Stealing your happy juice to get pregnant, what does it look like?" Gabriel huffed.
Sam reached out, his long fingers curling around the smaller but toned bicep and yanking Gabriel down on top of him, instantly reclaiming his mouth with a languid kiss. "I should have done that months ago." He whispered, when he finally released the bruised thin lips.
"I did try to tell you, but you never listen to me." Gabriel scoffed, staring down at the younger man.
"I've really got to start doing that. You're usually right." Sam smirked, eyes heavy with weariness.
"Halleluiah." Gabriel praised. "It's finally gotten through that Cro-Magnon head. Maybe I should have fucked the sense into you seven years ago."
Sam met his gaze, suddenly serious. "Might have worked out better for all of us if you had." He murmured regretfully.
Gabriel watched the hunter for a long tense moment, Sam staring straight back at him, the air crackling between them as his heart thundered beneath his ribs. "Way to go and ruin the moment Sasquatch." He whispered finally, pushing himself away from Sam and getting properly to his feet. "Can't imagine why you're still single with pillow talk like that." He said over his shoulder as he marched towards the connecting bathroom.
He cleaned himself up quickly and returned to the bedroom to find that Sam had abandoned the floor in favour of his bed, the covers pulled back invitingly for Gabriel. The younger man lounged there watching him approach. Gabriel inhaled deeply as he climbed onto the mattress beside Sam, neither saying a word as they made themselves comfortable and gave over to the exhaustion of the last few minutes. – No, the last sixteen months.
