FIC: SPN - "Not Helping" Sam/Gabriel, NC17 NWS
title: Not Helping
rating/warnings: NC17, masturbation, voyeurism NWS
wordcount: ~1500
prompt: from the Gabriel/Sam kink meme on DW - Sam wants to watch Gabriel masturbate
summary: Sometimes Sam wants something and sometimes Gabriel loves to give in to him.
a/n: Betaed by starshipbadass, and my apologies for the cross-posting. Enjoy!
There's no need for requests between them, Gabriel being a kinky fuck and Sam being curious and eager to try. It's hot, no matter what they do, and it starts fast. Gabriel has professed, many times, 'I just wanna climb all over you all the fucking time, fuck' and he doesn't wait for permission to do so.
It's a lazy afternoon. They're naked between the crumpled sheets at a seaside hotel that Gabriel must keep in a pocket dimension, because they're never disturbed, the temperature is always perfect and the slant of the sunset is always just right.
Sam's eyes are lidded and low, attention hazy on the jut of Gabriel's hip. His fingers follow after the path of his gaze, stroking over the secret-soft skin. Gabriel breathes an amused laugh, the one that Sam knows means his thoughts are being listened in on, and he palms the curve of Gabriel's thigh, squeezing slightly.
"That so, huh, kiddo?" Gabriel shifts the angle of his hips and lets one knee fall flat to the side. Sam rests his cheek on that knee and waits expectantly. Gabriel laughs again and smoothes his fingers through Sam's hair, caressing fondly over his cheek before letting his hand drop again.
Sam almost lets his hand join Gabriel's in its sweeping trail across to where the archangel's cock is soft between his legs. He watches Gabriel take one stroke, then another with a familiar drag-twist as his grip tightens halfway down. This isn't unfamiliar, but Sam is usually too busy pistoning his hips into Gabriel's tight body, panting brokenly as he tries to drag it out longer.
Gabriel's breath hitches slightly and he shifts in the sheets, giving Sam a better angle to watch the lazy pull of his fingers. Sam literally has to clench his jaw tight not to lean forward and lick away the single bead of precome glistening at Gabriel's tip.
"Fuck," Gabriel mutters and slides his other hand in, fingers slick with saliva and circling the pucker of his hole. "Thinking so loud, Sammy." He pushes one finger in and immediately another, hips twisting to jack up into his hand and then slam down on his crooked fingers. Almost absently, "So loud, Sam."
He just smiles, rubs his cheek where it’s rested on Gabriel's knee and watches Gabriel's cock jump at the unexpected touch. Gabriel likes it when he's loud, but almost always has to work to get him there. Sam's too used to thin motel walls and quick, messy fucks mostly clothed in the shadows. Sometimes it's why Sam thinks Gabriel brings him to the beach hotel. He doesn't care what noise he makes there, strange wrangled gasps, half-sighs that dissolve into whimpers -
Gabriel's back arches suddenly, his mouth open in a soft shape as he twists back onto his hand. Sam makes a quiet sound and turns his head to muffle it against Gabriel's thigh. It seems to ripple through Gabriel and he shivers, his eyes dropping down to fix hazily on Sam's face. He watches with a hunger that Sam can't resist, and Sam slides over, spreads out with Gabriel's legs propping automatically over his shoulders.
He breathes once, a gentle gust over the shifting knuckles inches from his face, and resolutely doesn't tip his face forward to swallow Gabriel down. Sam had asked for this, and he wasn't going to ruin it, even if he has to fight the empty feeling in his mouth.
An aborted noise slips past Gabriel's lips and he smiles something carefully restrained, clearly still listening to Sam's thoughts. For a moment, he stretches both arms up, drawing his body longer, tighter, over the bed. His cock bobs free in the air, purposefully tempting Sam.
"Gabriel," he warns and starts to slide back, half in reprimand and half in an attempt at self-control. "I'm not helping."
Gabriel's ankles hook together, his legs tipping further apart in something like casual display. "Oh, you're helping," he says roughly, innuendo not quite carrying right. All of his teasing tones are gone, chased away by need that curls tight around his words. He reaches forward and tangles his hand in Sam's hair, pulling tight in all the ways that Sam likes it. Sam closes his eyes, eases a bite into Gabriel's skin just for something to do with his mouth. He shifts minutely on the bed and presses his hips just enough to make himself stop squirming.
"Look at you," Gabriel breathes, with his own brand of turned-on reverence. He pulls himself closer, practically seated against the curves of Sam's arms, and settles a hand around his flushed cock again. Gabriel's head drops back, the long line of his throat exposed, and he stares down at Sam with the barest gaze that he manage. "Fuck, Sammy. Look at you. Want me so bad you can taste it."
Sam turns his face away from the angle of Gabriel's hips, choking out a gasp-whine when Gabriel ruts against his collar. The archangel uses the curve of his neck, shallow thrusts barely offering enough pressure against the outside press of his fingers, but it brings the sweat-sheened curve of his belly pressing gentle to Sam's cheek each time.
"Dammit, Gabriel," Sam groans. He drops his mouth down and latches on with a rough kiss at the scoop of Gabriel's hip. He moves with Gabriel's shifting hips to stop the slide against him. Gabriel growls out his frustration and pushes Sam away.
"Picky, picky," he mutters into Sam's smile. Gabriel tugs him in for a short kiss, one that licks greedily at the corner of Sam's mouth and then pulls back before a protest can be formed. "Not fair, soloing when you're right there. You bend me all the best ways."
Sam shifts back, sliding onto his side to watch from a little further away. Gabriel's eyes immediately drop down the long sprawl of him, lingering pleased on the dark swell of his hardened cock, heavy against his belly. Sam squirms slightly under the appraisal, but keeps his hands to himself, gripping a little too tight in the sheets.
"And you call me a tease," Gabriel observes. Gabriel drapes himself onto his side, most of his body tipped away until Sam can only see the shifting hand occasionally above the raised angle of his leg. The room suddenly drops quiet enough for the sound of the ocean to drift in through the open windows.
Sam can feel his attention narrow abruptly, riveted to the flicker of fingers and slick flesh half-hidden from him. The lines of Gabriel's back are taut, his hips rolling occasionally into the air. Sam can't see his face, but he can imagine it, maybe. There is always a moment where Gabriel's expression is wiped clean and his gaze turns inward to light on something not entirely anchored in the room.
Gabriel makes a quiet sound and stretches out with his body to curve into a shape like mid-flight. His hips push his leaking cock through the grip of his fingers, rough into the tangle of sheets crushed beneath him. Sam can make out the open shape of his mouth, the flick of tongue over his lips, whispering soundless into the air. His eyes are half-closed and fluttering and at that point Sam realizes he has moved closer to peer around and see.
Gabriel has a hand spread over the flat of his chest, his fingertips rubbing in a way that makes Sam flush hot, knowing it is something that Sam does to him when they are together. Gabriel is close, the pace of his hips dropping into a harsh slow-fast that seems to jolt through him with each jerk into the circle of his tightening fingers.
"C'mon, babe," Sam hears himself murmur, and is rewarded by a desperate little moan with all the shapes of his name. "That's it." He leans closer, voice heavy in his chest.
Gabriel's eyes flick open, slipping glassy-eyed over Sam's face before fluttering shut again. He hums through his release, hips snapping slow like he does when he is emptying into Sam, fucking at his leisure.
Sam leans in to lick Gabriel's skin clean, earning a surprised 'oh' and then a dirty chuckle for his efforts. Gabriel slithers up against him and pulls Sam down, tangling together. Sam sucks in a breath at the drag of his cock over Gabriel's belly and says low, "Gonna fuck you now."
Gabriel laughs again, wiggling just right to make Sam's mind blank out. "You'd better."
for my own records:
spn_gabriel_sam
gabrielsam
rating/warnings: NC17, masturbation, voyeurism NWS
wordcount: ~1500
prompt: from the Gabriel/Sam kink meme on DW - Sam wants to watch Gabriel masturbate
summary: Sometimes Sam wants something and sometimes Gabriel loves to give in to him.
a/n: Betaed by starshipbadass, and my apologies for the cross-posting. Enjoy!
There's no need for requests between them, Gabriel being a kinky fuck and Sam being curious and eager to try. It's hot, no matter what they do, and it starts fast. Gabriel has professed, many times, 'I just wanna climb all over you all the fucking time, fuck' and he doesn't wait for permission to do so.
It's a lazy afternoon. They're naked between the crumpled sheets at a seaside hotel that Gabriel must keep in a pocket dimension, because they're never disturbed, the temperature is always perfect and the slant of the sunset is always just right.
Sam's eyes are lidded and low, attention hazy on the jut of Gabriel's hip. His fingers follow after the path of his gaze, stroking over the secret-soft skin. Gabriel breathes an amused laugh, the one that Sam knows means his thoughts are being listened in on, and he palms the curve of Gabriel's thigh, squeezing slightly.
"That so, huh, kiddo?" Gabriel shifts the angle of his hips and lets one knee fall flat to the side. Sam rests his cheek on that knee and waits expectantly. Gabriel laughs again and smoothes his fingers through Sam's hair, caressing fondly over his cheek before letting his hand drop again.
Sam almost lets his hand join Gabriel's in its sweeping trail across to where the archangel's cock is soft between his legs. He watches Gabriel take one stroke, then another with a familiar drag-twist as his grip tightens halfway down. This isn't unfamiliar, but Sam is usually too busy pistoning his hips into Gabriel's tight body, panting brokenly as he tries to drag it out longer.
Gabriel's breath hitches slightly and he shifts in the sheets, giving Sam a better angle to watch the lazy pull of his fingers. Sam literally has to clench his jaw tight not to lean forward and lick away the single bead of precome glistening at Gabriel's tip.
"Fuck," Gabriel mutters and slides his other hand in, fingers slick with saliva and circling the pucker of his hole. "Thinking so loud, Sammy." He pushes one finger in and immediately another, hips twisting to jack up into his hand and then slam down on his crooked fingers. Almost absently, "So loud, Sam."
He just smiles, rubs his cheek where it’s rested on Gabriel's knee and watches Gabriel's cock jump at the unexpected touch. Gabriel likes it when he's loud, but almost always has to work to get him there. Sam's too used to thin motel walls and quick, messy fucks mostly clothed in the shadows. Sometimes it's why Sam thinks Gabriel brings him to the beach hotel. He doesn't care what noise he makes there, strange wrangled gasps, half-sighs that dissolve into whimpers -
Gabriel's back arches suddenly, his mouth open in a soft shape as he twists back onto his hand. Sam makes a quiet sound and turns his head to muffle it against Gabriel's thigh. It seems to ripple through Gabriel and he shivers, his eyes dropping down to fix hazily on Sam's face. He watches with a hunger that Sam can't resist, and Sam slides over, spreads out with Gabriel's legs propping automatically over his shoulders.
He breathes once, a gentle gust over the shifting knuckles inches from his face, and resolutely doesn't tip his face forward to swallow Gabriel down. Sam had asked for this, and he wasn't going to ruin it, even if he has to fight the empty feeling in his mouth.
An aborted noise slips past Gabriel's lips and he smiles something carefully restrained, clearly still listening to Sam's thoughts. For a moment, he stretches both arms up, drawing his body longer, tighter, over the bed. His cock bobs free in the air, purposefully tempting Sam.
"Gabriel," he warns and starts to slide back, half in reprimand and half in an attempt at self-control. "I'm not helping."
Gabriel's ankles hook together, his legs tipping further apart in something like casual display. "Oh, you're helping," he says roughly, innuendo not quite carrying right. All of his teasing tones are gone, chased away by need that curls tight around his words. He reaches forward and tangles his hand in Sam's hair, pulling tight in all the ways that Sam likes it. Sam closes his eyes, eases a bite into Gabriel's skin just for something to do with his mouth. He shifts minutely on the bed and presses his hips just enough to make himself stop squirming.
"Look at you," Gabriel breathes, with his own brand of turned-on reverence. He pulls himself closer, practically seated against the curves of Sam's arms, and settles a hand around his flushed cock again. Gabriel's head drops back, the long line of his throat exposed, and he stares down at Sam with the barest gaze that he manage. "Fuck, Sammy. Look at you. Want me so bad you can taste it."
Sam turns his face away from the angle of Gabriel's hips, choking out a gasp-whine when Gabriel ruts against his collar. The archangel uses the curve of his neck, shallow thrusts barely offering enough pressure against the outside press of his fingers, but it brings the sweat-sheened curve of his belly pressing gentle to Sam's cheek each time.
"Dammit, Gabriel," Sam groans. He drops his mouth down and latches on with a rough kiss at the scoop of Gabriel's hip. He moves with Gabriel's shifting hips to stop the slide against him. Gabriel growls out his frustration and pushes Sam away.
"Picky, picky," he mutters into Sam's smile. Gabriel tugs him in for a short kiss, one that licks greedily at the corner of Sam's mouth and then pulls back before a protest can be formed. "Not fair, soloing when you're right there. You bend me all the best ways."
Sam shifts back, sliding onto his side to watch from a little further away. Gabriel's eyes immediately drop down the long sprawl of him, lingering pleased on the dark swell of his hardened cock, heavy against his belly. Sam squirms slightly under the appraisal, but keeps his hands to himself, gripping a little too tight in the sheets.
"And you call me a tease," Gabriel observes. Gabriel drapes himself onto his side, most of his body tipped away until Sam can only see the shifting hand occasionally above the raised angle of his leg. The room suddenly drops quiet enough for the sound of the ocean to drift in through the open windows.
Sam can feel his attention narrow abruptly, riveted to the flicker of fingers and slick flesh half-hidden from him. The lines of Gabriel's back are taut, his hips rolling occasionally into the air. Sam can't see his face, but he can imagine it, maybe. There is always a moment where Gabriel's expression is wiped clean and his gaze turns inward to light on something not entirely anchored in the room.
Gabriel makes a quiet sound and stretches out with his body to curve into a shape like mid-flight. His hips push his leaking cock through the grip of his fingers, rough into the tangle of sheets crushed beneath him. Sam can make out the open shape of his mouth, the flick of tongue over his lips, whispering soundless into the air. His eyes are half-closed and fluttering and at that point Sam realizes he has moved closer to peer around and see.
Gabriel has a hand spread over the flat of his chest, his fingertips rubbing in a way that makes Sam flush hot, knowing it is something that Sam does to him when they are together. Gabriel is close, the pace of his hips dropping into a harsh slow-fast that seems to jolt through him with each jerk into the circle of his tightening fingers.
"C'mon, babe," Sam hears himself murmur, and is rewarded by a desperate little moan with all the shapes of his name. "That's it." He leans closer, voice heavy in his chest.
Gabriel's eyes flick open, slipping glassy-eyed over Sam's face before fluttering shut again. He hums through his release, hips snapping slow like he does when he is emptying into Sam, fucking at his leisure.
Sam leans in to lick Gabriel's skin clean, earning a surprised 'oh' and then a dirty chuckle for his efforts. Gabriel slithers up against him and pulls Sam down, tangling together. Sam sucks in a breath at the drag of his cock over Gabriel's belly and says low, "Gonna fuck you now."
Gabriel laughs again, wiggling just right to make Sam's mind blank out. "You'd better."
for my own records:
spn_gabriel_sam
gabrielsam