I wrote some more!
There is a comment ficathon going on on the sabriel-mini comm. I wrote for one prompt-Gabriel's a photographer and Sam's his favorite model. After a shoot, things get hot and heavy.
So yeah. First time writing m/m. I think it's decent.
Sam Winchester knew when someone was attracted to him almost immediately. There were signs and they weren't too hard to read-something about the eyes, the way someone held themselves around him. He wasn't sure yet if it was a blessing or curse. His most serious relationship, with Jess, had come about because Jess had been particularly forward and he hadn't known how to respond. But it had been such a good thing until she'd died in a housefire while he was out drinking with his brother.
He'd had a few male admirers-he knew he wasn't bad looking and honestly, in this day and age, it was just a compliment, no matter what his brother griped about. So, it wasn't that much of a surprise that his photographer, Gabriel, seemed to be attracted to him. It was his own response to this attraction that had caught him by surprise. He was enjoying the attention. Despite being a model and the stereotype of gay that went with it occasionally in some circles, he'd always thought of himself as heterosexual, attracted to women, not men.
Something in the way Gabriel laughed openly at him, the way the photographer wasn't afraid to move him into the proper position to have his picture taken for whatever advertisement they were working on, the lingering touches and caresses. They made Sam shiver slightly and Gabriel's honey-colored eyes laughed at him while simultaneously darkening, deepening into something more. Sam pulled on his shirt and stepped out of the partially private dressing room before realizing that everyone else had left and Gabriel was the only other one around, carefully placing his 'baby' as Gabriel referred to his fancy camera, in its carrying case.
"Hey," Sam said, standing broadlegged with his messenger bag tossed over his shoulder.
"Oh-Hey Sam. What's up?" Gabriel looked up, golden eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips drew back in a smile.
Sam shrugged. "Y'wanna go get a drink or something?" he finally found himself asking, wondering what the hell he was thinking the whole time. He didn't ask guys out. So what that he though Gabriel's eyes were entrancing, that he'd caught himself staring at the man's ass, the way his arms held his camera as if it were a baby.
"I never thought you'd ask, big guy," Gabriel said, standing, stepping right into Sam's personal space, causing the larger man to take a step back. Gabriel followed and then Sam found a wall behind him.
His eyes wide, he stuttered. "I-uh, I've never done this."
"What? asked someone out?" Gabriel laughed and put a hand on Sam's chest, leaning up and brushing his lips against the younger man's mouth.
"Asked a guy out," Sam corrected, his hands finding their way to cup Gabriel's face and thread through his shaggy blonde hair. His eyes dipped down to the shorter man's lips and he flipped their positions and bent, touching his lips to Gabriel's, cautious at first, but surrendering to the feel-Gabriel was a fantastic kisser and he could feel Gabriel's hands, one bunched in his shirt, the other roaming lower, fingers teasing, taunting in their touch. Sam's dick roared to life, he felt himself pressing closer, moaning as Gabriel's fingers brushed against the bare skin exposed just above his pants, caressing his hip bone. He'd never thought that was a particularly erogenous spot, but-"fuck, Gabriel."
"Patience young sasquatch," humor laced the older man's voice, his fingers dancing their way across Sam's low abdoment, following the belt line of his pants. The man pushed Sam away and Sam bit his lip at the loss of Gabriel's body pressed right against his. "We haven't even had a drink yet. Fucking comes afterwards!"
"Spoilsport," Sam grumbled as he watched Gabriel nimbly gather his things. He had a feeling it was always going to be like this with Gabriel. Hot and heavy and smoky heaven switching at light speed to frustrating and light humor." It was an incredible turn on, he realized as he followed the shorter man towards the door and their promised drink.
So yeah. First time writing m/m. I think it's decent.
Sam Winchester knew when someone was attracted to him almost immediately. There were signs and they weren't too hard to read-something about the eyes, the way someone held themselves around him. He wasn't sure yet if it was a blessing or curse. His most serious relationship, with Jess, had come about because Jess had been particularly forward and he hadn't known how to respond. But it had been such a good thing until she'd died in a housefire while he was out drinking with his brother.
He'd had a few male admirers-he knew he wasn't bad looking and honestly, in this day and age, it was just a compliment, no matter what his brother griped about. So, it wasn't that much of a surprise that his photographer, Gabriel, seemed to be attracted to him. It was his own response to this attraction that had caught him by surprise. He was enjoying the attention. Despite being a model and the stereotype of gay that went with it occasionally in some circles, he'd always thought of himself as heterosexual, attracted to women, not men.
Something in the way Gabriel laughed openly at him, the way the photographer wasn't afraid to move him into the proper position to have his picture taken for whatever advertisement they were working on, the lingering touches and caresses. They made Sam shiver slightly and Gabriel's honey-colored eyes laughed at him while simultaneously darkening, deepening into something more. Sam pulled on his shirt and stepped out of the partially private dressing room before realizing that everyone else had left and Gabriel was the only other one around, carefully placing his 'baby' as Gabriel referred to his fancy camera, in its carrying case.
"Hey," Sam said, standing broadlegged with his messenger bag tossed over his shoulder.
"Oh-Hey Sam. What's up?" Gabriel looked up, golden eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips drew back in a smile.
Sam shrugged. "Y'wanna go get a drink or something?" he finally found himself asking, wondering what the hell he was thinking the whole time. He didn't ask guys out. So what that he though Gabriel's eyes were entrancing, that he'd caught himself staring at the man's ass, the way his arms held his camera as if it were a baby.
"I never thought you'd ask, big guy," Gabriel said, standing, stepping right into Sam's personal space, causing the larger man to take a step back. Gabriel followed and then Sam found a wall behind him.
His eyes wide, he stuttered. "I-uh, I've never done this."
"What? asked someone out?" Gabriel laughed and put a hand on Sam's chest, leaning up and brushing his lips against the younger man's mouth.
"Asked a guy out," Sam corrected, his hands finding their way to cup Gabriel's face and thread through his shaggy blonde hair. His eyes dipped down to the shorter man's lips and he flipped their positions and bent, touching his lips to Gabriel's, cautious at first, but surrendering to the feel-Gabriel was a fantastic kisser and he could feel Gabriel's hands, one bunched in his shirt, the other roaming lower, fingers teasing, taunting in their touch. Sam's dick roared to life, he felt himself pressing closer, moaning as Gabriel's fingers brushed against the bare skin exposed just above his pants, caressing his hip bone. He'd never thought that was a particularly erogenous spot, but-"fuck, Gabriel."
"Patience young sasquatch," humor laced the older man's voice, his fingers dancing their way across Sam's low abdoment, following the belt line of his pants. The man pushed Sam away and Sam bit his lip at the loss of Gabriel's body pressed right against his. "We haven't even had a drink yet. Fucking comes afterwards!"
"Spoilsport," Sam grumbled as he watched Gabriel nimbly gather his things. He had a feeling it was always going to be like this with Gabriel. Hot and heavy and smoky heaven switching at light speed to frustrating and light humor." It was an incredible turn on, he realized as he followed the shorter man towards the door and their promised drink.