Promises, Promises

A/N: Sabriel smut fic. Plot, what plot?

Gabriel and Sam are making out on the couch like teenagers. Gabriel's hands carded through Sam's hair, hands slipping under shirts, sliding over jeans. Gabriel kisses Sam's neck, knowing what it does to him.

Suddenly, Sam grabs Gabriel's hips and shifts him into his lap. Gabriel wiggles on his lap, making Sam moan. Gabriel smirks, moving his lips back to Sam's neck. Sam pushes Gabriel's shirt off of his shoulders. Gabriel shrugs out of it. He pulls at Sam's outer shirts, lips moving down the side of his neck, to his collarbone. Sam pulls his under shirt over his head, catching Gabriel's lips again as soon as he's free.

Gabriel slides his hands gently up Sam's chest, then reverses his course, dragging his nails. Sam moves his hands across Gabriel's back, pulling him closer. Gabriel unhooks Sam's belt and unfastens the button. He slides a hand over the waistband of Sam's boxers. Sam jerks when Gabriel suddenly brushes his erection.

Sam pushes Gabriel up. He pulls down Gabriel's pants and boxers and stands up as Gabriel steps out of them. He takes his own pants off. He pulls Gabriel to him, rubbing against him as they kiss.

"Bed?" Gabriel asks into the kiss. He pulls away and walks to the bed. Sam watches him, admiringly. "Well? Coming, Sammoose?" he teases, sitting on the edge.

Sam rolls his eyes and joins him. He pushes against Gabriel's shoulders, kissing a line down Gabriel's stomach. Gabriel lifts him by his shoulders and pulls Sam down on top of him, wrapping his arms around Sam's back. He rolls them over, so he's straddling Sam's legs.

Gabriel lays tender kisses down Sam's sternum, then, suddenly, with a sly smile closes his lips around Sam's nipple and gives a hard suck. Sam gasps in surprises, which dissolves into a low moan. Gabriel pulls back, flicking his tongue against it, before gently taking it into his teeth and lightly pulling. After a minute, he moves, continuing his ministrations on the other nipple. Sam whimpers, fingers wrapped in Gabriel's hair. Gabriel finally moves to Sam's mouth, biting and sucking his lower lip.

Gabriel pours some lube he made appear on his fingers and moves his mouth to Sam's erection. As he encases the head between his lips, he gently inserts a finger into Sam's tight hole. Sam groans as Gabriel starts moving his finger in time with his mouth. Gabriel takes all of Sam's impressive length in his mouth, until it bumps the back of his throat. Gabriel glances up, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and swallows around Sam's cock. Sam clenches the sheets in his fists, using all of his willpower to not thrust into Gabriel's throat and hurt him.

Gabriel slowly adds one finger, then another. Finally, Sam can't take anymore.

"Gabriel... Please..."

Gabriel removes his fingers and pulls off of Sam's dick. He spreads some lube on his own erection, hissing at the cool liquid.

"Roll over," Gabriel tells him. Sam sits up on his knees, facing away from Gabriel.

Gabriel lines himself up, kissing Sam's shoulders and upper back, before gently sliding in. Sam hisses, tensing and biting his lip. Gabriel immediately pauses.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine," Sam replies, pushing back against Gabriel.

"Easy, Sammich," Gabriel says with a chuckles, grabbing Sam's hips to stop him. He continues to move into Sam. Sam's cries out in ecstasy as Gabriel bottoms out and brushes his prostate. Gabriel groans.

"You ready?" Gabriel asks. Sam nods. Gabriel steadies himself with a hand on Sam's hips, thrusting in and out of the taller man. Sam pushes back against him, moving in time.

Gabriel reaches around, sliding his hand on Sam's length in time to his thrusts.

Gabriel feels Sam tensing as he gets closer; Sam can feel Gabriel's movements becoming erratic.

They climax at the same time, gasping and moaning. Sam collapses forward, Gabriel on top of him.

They gasp trying to recover their normal breathing.

Gabriel rolls off of Sam, settling next to him, placing tender, featherlight kisss on his shoulder and bicep. Sam blinks at him and smiles satiated and tired.

"Well, Sammy," Gabriel smirks, "If you're going to looks this sexy and debauched after sex, we'll have to do this way more often."

"Promises, promises."