Chuck's never sure why Gabriel stays. When they Winchesters don't, he means. Sometimes, when they visit, they bring Gabriel and Castiel with them. Well, no. They usually bring Cas.
They sometimes bring Gabe.
Chuck likes him, he likes them all, really. But, something about Gabriel kind of makes him uneasy, with the way he... does that thing he's doing now.
Gabriel is sitting beside him on the couch, and Chuck can't really complain. He's licking his fingers, sucking the sugar off of his skin. Chuck's not even entirely sure what exactly he's eating. But... he still can't really complain. Because this is what Gabriel does when the boys leave. He gets sticky and sappy and sweet.
And Chuck? Well, he kinda likes it.
He won't admit this, of course, because dude, what? But he's accepted it as fact by now, and hey, who can really blame him? Gabriel has a pretty mouth. And Chuck's pretty sure that he wants to taste it. He's watching Gabriel suck at his fingers, licking chocolate and icing and whipped cream and --
"Hmmm--" Gabriel's pleasured moan is cut off easily as Chuck presses against him, clashing their lips together finally. Gabriel doesn't push him away, and that's a small mercy for Chuck, who feels like his skin is about to burst into flames. Chuck knew how much he wanted to taste Gabriel's mouth, always knew that he was itching to kiss him. But it wasn't until this moment, that he realized how much he's wanted to touch him.
Chuck's hands fumble over Gabriel's clothes, tugging at his shirt, pulling at his pants, until Gabriel is laying flat beneath him. Chuck bites at his lip, licks at his tounge, and is only vaguely aware of the fact that his own lips are getting sticky, covered in sugar, and maybe... that's not such a bad thing? Because Gabriel is kissing back, tounge licking over Chuck's lips, sucking and biting at his skin.
Chuck thinks that maybe, from now on, the boys should always bring Gabriel.
They sometimes bring Gabe.
Chuck likes him, he likes them all, really. But, something about Gabriel kind of makes him uneasy, with the way he... does that thing he's doing now.
Gabriel is sitting beside him on the couch, and Chuck can't really complain. He's licking his fingers, sucking the sugar off of his skin. Chuck's not even entirely sure what exactly he's eating. But... he still can't really complain. Because this is what Gabriel does when the boys leave. He gets sticky and sappy and sweet.
And Chuck? Well, he kinda likes it.
He won't admit this, of course, because dude, what? But he's accepted it as fact by now, and hey, who can really blame him? Gabriel has a pretty mouth. And Chuck's pretty sure that he wants to taste it. He's watching Gabriel suck at his fingers, licking chocolate and icing and whipped cream and --
"Hmmm--" Gabriel's pleasured moan is cut off easily as Chuck presses against him, clashing their lips together finally. Gabriel doesn't push him away, and that's a small mercy for Chuck, who feels like his skin is about to burst into flames. Chuck knew how much he wanted to taste Gabriel's mouth, always knew that he was itching to kiss him. But it wasn't until this moment, that he realized how much he's wanted to touch him.
Chuck's hands fumble over Gabriel's clothes, tugging at his shirt, pulling at his pants, until Gabriel is laying flat beneath him. Chuck bites at his lip, licks at his tounge, and is only vaguely aware of the fact that his own lips are getting sticky, covered in sugar, and maybe... that's not such a bad thing? Because Gabriel is kissing back, tounge licking over Chuck's lips, sucking and biting at his skin.
Chuck thinks that maybe, from now on, the boys should always bring Gabriel.
~Fin.
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