~This has been edited by QueenOfHearts

Chapter Eight

Few things were better than waking up to the one you wanted grinding against you. Gabriel hummed, tilting his head and arching his back so that his boxer-covered ass was pressed firmly against Sam's rutting dick. The human had an arm around him, holding onto his lower stomach, only a few inches from where he wanted those long fingers to be. Sam jerked in his sleep, his hand tightening, nails scratching at Gabriel's skin while he woke.

Instead of leaning into Gabriel, Sam started to move away. Before he could, Gabriel placed his hand on Sam's now frozen one. The hunter didn't move, his breathing uneven, though he did manage to move his hips away from Gabriel's ass before he realized the archangel was awake. Tugging on the hand in his own, Gabriel tilted his hips back, looking for the contact he had only moments before.

"Not angry, Kiddo, the last thing I'm going to be about you touching me is pissed. Now you've got me all hard, rubbing against me like you've been doing for at least the past five minutes. What do you want to do about it?"

If Sam left, if he didn't want anything to do with Gabriel now that he was awake, the archangel would deal with it. It would hurt, knowing that Sam would only touch him sexually when he didn't realize who he was with, but he would accept it. To the archangel's delight, Sam didn't pull away, instead his fingers flexed before he pressed against Gabriel's back.

"You… ah, you wouldn't mind if I…?" to get his point across, Sam thrust forward, his hard cock rubbing against the cleft of Gabriel's ass. Letting out a soft moan, Gabriel shook his head, "Samsquatch, I'm giving you blanket permission to touch me however you want… if you do something I don't like, I'll let you know, promise."

Sam was a flurry of movement, his hand which had been in Gabriel's pushed down the archangel's boxers. Gabriel was eager to help shove down until they were off entirely, kicked down somewhere at the bottom of the bed. Feeling Sam lean back away from him, Gabriel made a needy sound he didn't even know he could produce, only to be once again covered by the larger man who wrapped around him, this time with lube in his hand.

Seeing the lube, Gabriel nearly purred in delight. "You gonna fuck me, Sammy-boy?" the archangel asked, catching the bottle as Sam dropped it to push down his own boxers. Gabriel remained facing the other direction, not wanting to spook Sam away by confronting him. For all he knew the guy had never been with another man before. The last thing he was going to do was scare him off by getting into a more intimate position.

"Not this morning, Gabe. Was about to come before I woke up. I don't have the patience." Sam must have finished removing his boxers or at least shoving them down as Gabriel's thigh was lifted and pulled back and over a bare hip. The blanket was thrown off, Sam's eyes burning as they trailed over Gabriel's naked form.

"Fuck," the hushed curse fell from Sam's lips before his mouth was on Gabriel's skin. Teeth scraped his neck as Sam sucked and licked along the salty flesh, his hand which wasn't supporting him roaming along Gabriel's hip and thigh. Nearly losing his grip on the lube, Gabriel closed his eyes, wanting to memorize the feeling of Sam against him.

Long fingers wrapped around Gabriel's as an even longer cock rubbed against his ass. Feeling Sam's hard length just shy of where he wanted him made Gabriel gasp, letting go as the hunter tugged at the bottle. With a flip of his thumb, Sam had the cap opened and was pouring some of the slick onto the archangel's palm.

"Slick me up, Gabe… gonna fuck those firm cheeks of yours." Without hesitation, Gabriel reached back and wrapped his hand around Sam's cock. It was long and thick, though a bit thinner than his own, exactly how Gabriel pictured it. Sam panted against his shoulder, having to hunch over at an angle to lick at Gabriel's skin while the archangel worked. Brushing his nail along the sensitive head made Sam curse, shoving the lube into Gabriel's other hand and holding out his own for the blond to pour the substance.

Once his hand was slick, Sam grasped Gabriel's cock, pumping the throbbing length at twice the speed Gabriel was using. Whimpering, the archangel jerked in Sam's hold. The hunter bit down on Gabriel's shoulder, letting go of the archangel's cock and batting away his hand before slotting his dick between Gabriel's asscheeks. The angle was a bit awkward, Gabriel couldn't clamp down on Sam's cock like he wanted, but he forgot to care as that large hand once again started to stroke him.

"Sam, fuck, Sam, move." Hips bucking into the heat of Gabriel's crack, the archangel reached behind and held onto the base of Sam's cock tightly while the hunter thrust forward. Every few jerks his cockhead would brush against Gabriel's hole making the archangel wish that he had his powers back enough to stretch himself open for the hunter. Sam was letting go little punched-out moans behind him, fucking a bit faster as Gabriel rocked back against him as best he could.

Teeth once again at his neck, Gabriel vaguely wondered if there would be any part of his neck not covered in marks before a sharp twist of Sam's hand made him forget all thought. Mewling as he grew closer to his climax, Gabriel tried to squeeze around Sam, the hunter squeezing his hand a bit tighter for a moment before Gabriel felt the hot sticky mess of Sam's release. Letting go of Sam's pulsing cock, the blond tugged at his balls for a moment before he too was shooting over the hunter's hand.

Panting, Gabriel relaxed against Sam's hold, his leg hiked up over the hunter's hip while he came down from his high. Sam's hot breath burst against Gabriel's skin, and though he knew he shouldn't the archangel couldn't help but wish that he could have this every morning. All too soon, Sam started to tense, the brunet no longer running his hand along Gabriel's skin and instead shifting away from him.

Not wanting to lose the hunter entirely, Gabriel quickly snatched the taller man's hand. "Hey, we need to do that again, yeah?" When Sam didn't answer right away, Gabriel could feel what little hope he held of the hunter exploring something with him, leave. It had been too much, too soon for the taller man, and not for the first time Gabriel cursed himself for getting involved with the hunter. Wasn't it enough that he died for him? Apparently, he was only good enough when the man was half asleep.

Letting go of the hand he was holding, Gabriel rolled away on the bed, avoiding where his spunk was drying on the sheets and reaching for some of the tissues Sam kept on the nightstand. He could ignore it; he could. Wiping himself off, Gabriel didn't turn as he heard the bed creak and Sam shuffle around the room. He wanted to, he wanted to confront the hunter and lash out, but he still needed the Winchesters until he was back to full strength.

Even if Asmodeus was gone, there were others out there who knew what the demon did. He wasn't safe on his own any longer, not until he could smite as natural as breathing. Hearing the door open before shutting presumably behind the hunter, Gabriel released the shaky breath the had been holding. Puttering about the room, the archangel cleaned up, changing the sheets and getting dressed before making his way down to the laundry room.

The fabric of the turtleneck sweater felt tight against his throat, but the last thing he wanted was people questioning the marks Sam had left behind. Nobody noticed how Sam avoided him, the tall hunter not so much as glancing in his direction for more than a second before averting his gaze. Gabriel saw the question in Castiel's blue eyes, but he shook his head. If Sam didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to air the hunter's dirty laundry. It just sucked that he was said dirty laundry.

Throughout the day, Gabriel worked with some of the hunters who had started to ask him to help with research. It wasn't something he was interested in, but most times he could answer questions about their lore and history far easier than it would be to find the correct book. Jack had started to follow him around, the archangel explaining how he would be able to help the Nephilim regain his powers once he was recharged.

It wouldn't be much longer now, and he could keep his promises before he once again vanished. There were still a few places the other gods hadn't known about where he could hide out; the archangel had nothing keeping him rooted to the Winchesters. Like most nights, Gabriel was exhausted by the time it was bedtime. Shuffling inside Sam's room, the archangel froze while tugging off his shirt. What if Sam didn't want him there any longer?

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Gabriel looked around the room. There wasn't much for him to move if the hunter no longer wanted him in his space. All he had were a few changes of clothes, but he didn't want to leave. Even if nothing else happened, having the hunter around him while he slept made Gabriel feel safe, something he had lacked since before Lucifer tried to kill him.

Gabriel didn't have to wait long before Sam entered the room, the hunter freezing before shutting the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. Taking the plunge, Gabriel was the first to speak. "Do you want me to find another place to sleep?" Sam was quick to shake his head, which was the first good sign Gabriel had seen from the hunter all day.

"No, Gabe… I don't want you to leave. Can we just… can we go to sleep? It's been a tiring day. I know we need to talk but can't it wait until tomorrow?" Hearing the weariness in the hunter's voice, Gabriel nodded before removing his jeans and slipping under the covers on his side of the bed. It didn't take long for Sam to do the same, and after a moment of hesitation, Gabriel turned to face the taller man.

Deciding to bite the bullet, knowing there was no way he would be able to sleep with Sam so close and not touching him, Gabriel reached out and snuggled under the man's chin. It was a familiar position. Strong arms wrapping around the archangel and holding him close as Sam's body relaxed and Gabriel reached over to turn off the light. Once they were surrounded by darkness, the archangel felt the soft press of lips on the top of his head before they both started to drift off to sleep.

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