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Naked Desire

Dinner and a Show

Gabriel snuggled into Sam's hair, searching for an ear to nibble.

"That tickles," Sam huffed. "Get out of my ear, you feathered dick."

Gabriel laughed at Sam's choice of words. "Absolutely. That's what I am, Sammy. I'm a dick with feathers and you love it, don't you?"

The archangel wiggled even more firmly into Sam's side. There was a noise from the other side of the room and Gabriel popped his head up, craning his neck. "Look, Sam!" he giggled. "Cas is trying to rape your brother. Come on, sit up. We can't miss the show. I'll make popcorn."

Gabe pulled Sam up the bed so that they were propped against the headboard. The archangel snapped his fingers and a lovely, warm and fragrant bowl of popcorn appeared in Sammy's lap.

"I hope this isn't your idea of dinner," Sam objected.

"Just watch the show." Gabe said and ran a long fingered hand down Sam's naked belly. Leaning over the blond angel fastened on a dusky nipple and his fingers tickled through Sam's treasure trail.

"How can I watch the show when you're doing things like that?" Sam pushed at the archangel.

On the other side of the room Cas was involved in getting Dean naked. Taking unfair advantage the Seraph was flicking one piece of clothing at a time off the struggling hunter's body. Dean's flannel was on the floor, his T-shirt was hanging off the wall sconce and his boots each had been assigned their own corner of the room.

Now there was a protracted struggle going on over the Hunter's jeans. Dean was desperately clinging to the waist band and Cas was happily sliding the zipper up and down .

Cas decided to move things along and with a most Gabriel-like snap of his fingers Dean's jeans disappeared and the man was splayed against the mattress with only his boxer between his body and the angel's wandering hands.

Gabriel reached into the bowl of popcorn and grabbed a handful of the buttery treat. "You know, for someone who really deep down wants it your brother is putting up quite a fight."

Sam took his own share of popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth then licked the butter off his fingers. "It looks like rape to me,"

"Nah," Gabe opined. "It's just role play. Dean's the blushing virgin, if you can believe it."

"So then, is Cas Snidely Whiplash?" Sam snorted.

"What a great idea!" Gabe crowed. "Let's cheer. Give it up Pauline! Give it up Pauline!"

Dean lifted his head up and glared at the bed across the room as Cas finally managed to get his boxers around his knees. "Shut up, you pair of perverts," he yelped as one of Cas's fingers went where no man had gone before.

"Oh look," Gabe pointed a buttery finger at his little brother. "Cas is getting his very first cherry. Dean's such a tight ass we'll probably here it pop all the way over here."