Please note rating change to M. :)

"So, that's a good 'huh'."

"Yep."

"I'm so glad," he said, before giving a contented hum that buzzed against Sam's lips.

Sam couldn't help himself – he needed more of that sweet drug he called Gabriel's kisses, the ones that tasted like candy and coffee and Gabriel. He was caught now, hook, line and sinker; whatever Gabriel had done, it had worked.

He leaned down, hesitating for a moment before capturing Gabriel's lips again. He savored that familiar roll of heat through his body that came when they kissed; it was sort of… a tingly, warm feeling, but at the same time gave Sam chills up his spine and made him lightheaded like he was floating.

Almost like he was drunk all over again.

It was Sam's turn, this time, to brush his tongue against Gabriel's lips, and he welcomed it eagerly. There it was again, that friction of tongue against tongue, too much yet not enough.

Sam quickly learned at Gabriel was very handsy. He started out simply, with just the hand on Sam's neck, and then one resting gently on his hip. But as the kiss got deeper and more intense, they were everywhere: stroking up and down his arms; carding through his hair; coming to rest at the small of his back, drawing little circles with his thumbs, which made Sam buck forward a little, closer to Gabriel, and gave him even more chills.

When one of his hands stroked up his chest and smoothly undid the top button of his shirt, Sam gasped into Gabriel's mouth. Whoa – not baby steps any more. Big, gigantic baby leaps.

"Sorry," Gabriel muttered, leaning back a little. "That not okay?" His fingers still fiddled with the undone button.

"No, I was just, uh…" he smiled, giving Gabriel a tiny kiss to the lips. "…surprised. That's all."

"Good," he said, letting out a puff of air he didn't know he'd been holding. With a smirk, he trailed his fingers lower, popping more buttons as he went. Sam drew in shuddering breaths with each button.

In an attempt to calm him, Gabriel leaned up, bringing Sam's lips closer, and dragged his tongue across his bottom lip before kissing him again. Sam moaned into this kiss when Gabriel finally undid all the buttons and pulled his shirt over his shoulders.

Now Gabriel's overactive hands had more flesh to explore, skimming over Sam's exposed chest, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Sam was quick to follow the trend, slipping fingers underneath the hem of Gabriel's gray t-shirt and lifting it over his head.

His skin was even warmer when there was no fabric separating them, and Sam needed him as close as possible. He slid hands around Gabriel's waist, and pulled him in snugly so that his heat was all around him like an electric blanket. Gabriel got the message, smiled, and brought his hands to rest at the small of Sam's back again – he'd have to keep in mind that Sam was sensitive there.

Rubbing his thumbs in circles again, Gabriel heard Sam hiss as he minutely bucked towards him, and in a moment of boldness, slipped four fingers from each hand past the waistband of Sam's jeans. Sam stiffened.

Gabriel's touch was electric and warm and the anticipation of it all made heat pool low in Sam's belly. His heart was beating out of control and he could tell Gabe's was too, from the way his face was flushed and his breathing was shallow. It was now that he realized there was a bulge forming in his jeans too, and he swallowed.

"Sam," his voice broke the silence. "Bed?"

He hesitated. There was just one thing holding him back. "Parents?"

Gabriel scoffed. "Out 'til late."

"Anna?"

"Sleepover."

"Bed it is, then."

They practically tripped over each other trying to get to the bed whilst still connected at the mouth, but they did manage it, and when the backs of Gabriel's knees collided with the edge of the bed, they both toppled onto it in a tangle of legs, arms and tongues.

"Hey," Gabriel said softly, "way to pick on the little guy." He laughed, noting that the position they'd fallen into left Gabriel on the bottom.

"Hey," he responded playfully, nuzzling at Gabriel's jaw to get him to lift it up and expose his neck. "Little guy likes it."

"Bullsh-ahh!" was his stifled exclamation as Sam began to place open-mouthed kisses on his neck, flicking his tongue out every so often. He must have done something right because it didn't take long for Sam to feel Gabriel's chest stutter with breaths beneath him.

"See –"

"Sam!"

"- Told ya you'd like it on the bottom…"

There was a pause. "You're funny," he whispered huskily.

Before he knew it, Sam was being flipped so he was on his back on the bed. He must have been out of it for Gabriel to get one up on him. Sam was just thinking how he wasn't going to get away with it, but then Gabriel pressed their bodies together, creating delicious friction on their denim-covered cocks. Sam moaned into a tender kiss.

"Bottom's not so bad," Gabriel said with one of his trademark smirks, trailing a hand down the centre of Sam's bare chest. Sam shivered and closed his eyes when Gabriel's fingers reached the bulge of his erection and dragged his fingertips over the denim.

Sam bucked up into his hand, while Gabriel leant down to whisper in his ear: "This what you want, Sam?"

All he could do was whimper, and nod.

There was an almost-silence in the room then, and the sound of heavy breathing seemed all the louder. Suddenly permeating the close silence was the slow hiss of a zipper being undone and the gentle 'clink' of a brass button hitting itself after a release of pressure.

Sam gasped, leaning into the caress of Gabriel's hand on his neck. With his hands fisted in the bedsheets, his hips bucked up in an aborted stutter when he felt Gabriel's hand on his cock.

He might have let out a strangled moan when Gabriel's hand began to move along his shaft, but he couldn't be entirely sure because his head was spinning out of control and was about a million miles away right now. If that first kiss had equated to just seven minutes in Heaven, this was just about equal to a lifetime there.

Gabriel squeezed Sam's cock gently, pulling another reaction from him. He moved so his mouth was just above Sam's, their warm breaths mixing in the air.

"Sam…" he said, before another kiss turned his words into a muffled groan. When he pulled away he was gasping. "Sammy… touch me."

It was barely a whispered request, but Sam jumped into the task as soon as he heard it. His hands went straight to Gabriel's shoulders, quickly making their way over his chest and to his sides, before hooking into the waistband of his jeans.

"Do it," was the hushed command, and Sam eagerly obeyed. Trembling fingers popped open Gabriel's button after a few attempts, and slid down the zipper. With a certain reverence, he reached beyond the confines of Gabriel's boxers and took him in his hand.

Gabriel's eyes slid closed when Sam began to stroke, still tentative, still nervous. He must have looked terrified, because he definitely felt that way. This was completely alien to him, and his heart and head were having silent freakouts behind the scenes. Spurred on by whispered 'yes's and 'good's in his ear, Sam pulled faster, and the arm that held Gabriel up was shaking and threatening to make him tumble.

Gabriel matched his speed, stroking Sam's cock with arrhythmic movements. He was clearly having trouble holding himself up, and when he collapsed onto his elbow, Sam tried not to be smug. It was a bonus, because it gave Gabriel the perfect angle to place loving kisses all over his face and neck.

It wasn't too long before Sam felt that familiar heat pool in his groin and tug at his balls. He bucked into Gabriel's hand a few more times and then he was coming, harder than he ever had before, covering Gabriel's hand and his own stomach.

Watching Sam come undone gave Gabriel the kick he needed, apparently, because he grasped the hand that Sam had on his cock, goading it into stroking faster. The room was silent aside from breathless moans, and when their eyes locked for a wonderful half of a second, Gabriel's hazel eyes were alight with desire. Soon he was coming too, and Sam milked him through his orgasm, before he collapsed onto Sam in a breathless heap.

They stayed there for God knows how long, draped over one another, as their breathing subsided. Gabriel was so warm that Sam just wanted to snuggle into him, and he would have, if he had had the energy to move. That was the most intense orgasm Sam had ever had, more so than that time he'd 'borrowed' one of Dean's skin mags when he was fourteen, and more so than when Lucy Miller had groped him in the janitor's closet last September.

"That was…" gasped Gabriel, once he had regained the power of speech. "Sam, that was amazing." He turned on his side, taking Sam's face in both of his hands, kissing him first on the forehead, then gently on the lips. Sam searched for more, but Gabriel pulled away, laughing. He combed a hand through Sam's hair. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Sam leaned closer, brushing his nose against Gabriel's. "How long?" he asked with a smile.

Gabriel deliberated, bottom lip jutting out in thought. "About…since the moment I met you." He chuckled softly, drawing Sam in for another quick peck.

Sam smiled, curling an arm around Gabriel's shoulders and pulling him closer. "So, you mean to say, this whole tutoring thing…me coming round to your house…that was all just a ploy to get me into bed?" Sam nuzzled into Gabriel once again, grinning.

"Didn't start out as one…I did legitimately need a tutor," Gabriel said, gazing intently into Sam's eyes with a smile. "Chose you because you had dimples." He stroked a hand over Sam's cheek and chuckled.

Sam hugged him with the arm around his shoulders, pulling him in to hold him tightly. He buried his face into Gabriel's shoulder, mumbling: "I'm glad you chose me."

Sam came home late that night. He tried to be quiet coming back into the motel room, hoping against hope that Dean might not have noticed he was gone, or was already asleep.

To his relief, however, though Dean was neither asleep nor oblivious, he didn't seem to mind Sam was so late coming back. He was sitting up in his bed, channel surfing, lingering on some hospital drama that Sam neither knew about nor cared about.

"Have fun being a tutor, Sammy?" he asked, as Sam sheepishly snuck in through the door. "Did you…conjugate your…trigonometry, or whatever?"

Sam felt a little guilty at that. They hadn't done any work while he was there, even though Gabriel had a test tomorrow. Sam had made him promise to study, but he had the feeling that Gabriel would much rather hit the pint of Häagen-Dazs in the freezer than hit the books.

"Um…yeah, we had fun." Sam dumped his bag and headed towards the shower.

"Yeah, I bet you did –"

Sam whirled around, interrupting Dean. "Can you please cut it with the gay jokes? It's getting old," he snapped, storming off into the bathroom.

"Sam?" he called through the too-thin walls after a minute.

"What?"

Dean cleared his throat, and it was obvious that he was about to share some feelings and he was very uncomfortable about it. Sam popped his head around the door.

"I was just…uh…Sam, you know that I'm okay with whoever you end up with, right?"

Sam looked around suspiciously, seriously thinking about muttering 'christo'. But the way Dean looked away awkwardly and kept clearing his throat convinced Sam that it really was Dean speaking.

"Uh…yeah, Dean. Thanks."

"No problem, Sammy."

"Stop calling me Sammy…"

"…No deal."