His phone always seemed to be going off at the wrong times. The 'this is when Nick should be sleeping' times. He leaned out of bed, stretching one bare arm out into the cold, slapping around at the floor until he found where he'd dropped his jeans last night.
"What do you want, you little weasel?" He growled into the receiver. It's not that he was really all that mad, it was just way too early to have any kind of voice other than a rough growl.
"Six in the morning and I'm getting a call from the devil woman's lawyer with a court order, Nick." Gabriel sighed. Way too early for either of them , apparently. "What I want is for you to live your life in a way that doesn't wake me up in time to see the sunrise."
He layed back in bed, very aware of Sam sprawled out, still asleep beside him. "I really can't talk about this right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Gabriel seethed into the phone. "Did I wake you up? How inconsiderate of me."
"Kiss your wife and go back to bed." Nick instructed firmly. "We can talk about this later."
"Later? Oh, well when would be a better time for you, honey?"
"Just… just not right now."
Gabriel sighed. Or maybe he yawned. "Ok. You are coming to Sarah's Communion today." Not actually a question.
"Shit. That was today?"
"It is, and you will be there and I am going to be there and we will have words. Strong words."
"Yeah. Ok."
"I do hate you." Gabriel reminded softly, in an almost loving way.
Nick made a soft kissing noise into his phone before hanging it up, and gently dropping it back on the floor. It was too early to start making a list of things that he didn't want to do today. He settled for putting an arm and a leg around Sam and settling back in.
"You got plans later?" Sam asked in a sleepy voice, lightly trailing one hand up Nick's arm.
"Go back to sleep. It's not important."
"Sounded important."
"Everything sounds important at six in the goddamned morning." And this kind of, sort of, actually was fairly important- but he could put it off for a while longer. He still had a few hours until he had to start the drive up the coast and face his brother's pint sized wrath.
He must have drifted back off to sleep, because when Sam started talking it startled him. Nick blinked sleepily, squinting over at the man sharing his pillow. "Run that by me again?"
"It's just…" Sam clicked his teeth, jaw going tight for a moment as the stared up at the ceiling. "It's still really weird waking up with a guy on top of me." He glanced over without moving his head, the smallest smile hooking the edge of his mouth. " 'm not complaining. I guess I'll get used to it eventually."
Which was fair. There were still some mornings where Nick found himself in a half panic because there was a man curled up next to him and such things were still very foreign. "You think that's weird? How about the fact that I'm never going to have sex with a woman again?" He yawned, turning his face into the pillow for a moment. "Significantly stranger in the scheme of things if you ask me."
Sam turned his head to fully look at Nick, sleepy confusion darkening his eyes. "Did you decide at some point to just… go full gay or something?"
"No." Nick chuckled. "God, no. But it's just me and you now and… it's just strange when you think about it... Like, if I'd known that the last woman I'd had sex with was going to be the last woman, then I would have…" The words sort of trailed off, because Sam was giving him such a concerning look that Nick got lost in what he had been trying to say. "What?"
Sam was doing that jaw clenching thing again, his dimples suddenly very notable. " 's just me and you now?"
"What?" Nick felt himself frown just a bit, because yes, that was what he'd said. He didn't think that it bore repeating. He didn't see the big deal.
Without an answer at all, Sam just layed there watching him with this dastardly unreadable expression. And Nick looked at him very closely, his sharp nose and soft moth, the color in his cheeks, his eyelids flickering and unsure.
And then, without warning, Sam pounced.
His hands came up to hold Nick's face, tilting his mouth up and kissing him over and over again, shattering airless kisses that left the older man stunned. Beyond speech or thought.
Sam curled around him, in the very same way that he did everything. With this unapologetic stubbornness. Like no one else in the whole world knew the first thing about doing this right.
It's just. It's sure and it's hot, Sam's lip catching on his own. Sam's tongue slicking in, and Nick gave over to it, pure instinct and sensation racing all through him. He kissed back, kind of moaning as he fell against Sam, frantic and suddenly unskilled, hands latching onto his hips.
Just like their first night, Sam's rather determined mouth never left his long enough to get as much as two words together, and anyways, what would Nick have said?
Half an hour later, laying there in this steamrolled sex-foq, Nick was fairly certain that he'd forgotten how to speak all together and it was for the better. He still had no idea what he'd said in the first place to set Sam off, and it was probably wise not to accidently repeat it until he'd had a bit of rest and maybe some breakfast.
Nick phone seemed to be going off again, and this time he chose to ignore it.
With a slowly casual pat pat to Nick's stomach, Sam sat up, stretching his pale and slightly bruised body.
"Want me to get that?" He offered with a nod in the direction of the overly excited, muffled little ringing.
And Nick managed as much as an eyeroll which could pass as a shrug if someone wanted to read into it deep enough.
Sam half laid crosswise over him, with his bare ass up in the air, as he stretched down to the floor to fish up Nick's still ringing phone.
" 's Anna." Sam read off the caller ID.
Nick lightly shook his head, wanting that particular call to just go to voicemail. He wasn't up for whatever sort of discussion that the phone was promising.
"Good morning." Sam spoke into the receiver with a smile, still sprawled unabashedly over him. "No, Nick's still sleeping. This is Sam."
Which is not at all what Nick had meant, and the other man knew it. So he lightly smacked the unprotected backside and grinned when Sam jumped just a little, shocked expression in his wide eyes.
Sam did his best to cast a disapproving sort of look before settling the blankets around himself in some mocking stab at modesty. "A Communion?" He said in answer to whatever Anna was saying to him. "Yeah. I'll make sure he remembers. What time- yeah. Yeah. Alright. Oh, you too." Such a polite young man. "Bye."
"I don't want to go." Nick rumbled the words out in a slow, sleepy breath.
The phone was slapped without any kind of gentleness onto Nick's chest. "I was on the phone."
"It was my phone."
"Behave yourself when I'm on the phone, especially when it's to your sister."
"I didn't know there were rules." He slid a hand under the blankets and settled along the firm curve right below the base of Sam's spine.
"You're going to get me in trouble."
"You always seemed to me the sort of person who can handle a bit of trouble."
Sam's hips hitched just a bit, pressing back into Nick's hand. Mischievous glint to his gaze. "You're supposed to be at your niece's Communion before noon. Anna said to remind you that you promised that you would come, and also that it's customary to bring a present, but she will be thrilled if you just manage to not get into a fight with anyone while you're there."
"So much faith they have in me."
"To be fair," Sam started rocking just a bit, insatiable and damning with his more than suggestive little movements. "I've never seen you get together with your family and not get in a fight."
"Realy?"
"I've been paying attention."
"No." Nick lightly smacked that fine ass for a second time. "Not those jerks. This. This right here. Don't you ever get tired?"
For the briefest of moments, Sam actually looked slightly embarrassed for the first time in recent memory. "Not yet."
Nick made small circles with his thumb, following the tight line of muscles. "How am I supposed to keep up with you?"
"Mph… we'll just have to work on it."
"I'm old and tired. There's nothing left to work on at this point."
"Christ, Nick. You're not that old." And Sam sat up, adjusting carefully so that he was kneeling, straddling Nick's thighs, the blankets just poolin around them, useless. He placed his hands low on Nick's stomach, tracing patterns that only he knew. "And we will work on it… maybe tonight when you get back. I don't have class too early tomorrow."
And one day, Sam might actually be the death of him, but it probably wouldn't be tonight, despite the promise in those long fingers of his that kept trailing slowly southward.
If nothing else, it sure would be one hell of a way to go.
"But that's tonight." Sam squeezed his hips. "And this morning you're going go to see your family."
"Aha, but I don't want to and you can't make me." He reminded, even as Sam got off of him and walked down the hall.
"You can call me when you get back. Tell me all about how awful it was." The man called before turning on the shower.
There was some unspoken invitation for Nick to come join him. From where he was stretched out on the bed, he could see that the bathroom door had been left open. But he was so very tired, and getting in the shower with Sam had never been anything even remotely close to restful and relaxing. So he waited it out. Moving just enough to find a handful of blankets and pull them warmly around himself, fighting back the early March chill.
Sam returned after almost too long, towel low on his hips, little plate of toast in one hand, two mugs of coffee in the other.
Nick stretched and grinned. "Aw, darlin', you made breakfast."
Sam rolled his eyes, but didn't even try to hide his smile. He set down the simple meal and picked up a pair of jeans, which may have even been his own, and got at least half way dressed.
"When do you have to leave?"
Nick pushed himself half way up, snagging himself some toast, refusing to give an answer because it would only make the whole thing more final and he would rather ignore it for a little longer.
"I think the tablet's around here somewhere. Your turn to pick something for us to watch."
Sam rolled his eyes again, hard enough there was a risk that he might damage something, but he found the little computer and sat himself down against the headboard, pulling up Netflix and settling back in.