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[low_key_angel]

A wealthy businessman, Gabriel loves people. He’s a good talker, which is why negotiations were his strongest suit. Flying from city to city, he makes a considerably good living facilitating business mergers, contract deals, whatever it took. His colleagues nicknamed him the Messenger, because he always excelled at getting his point across,

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[second_son83]

Sam stepped off the elevator once it reached his floor. He had the room number memorized from their last email exchange and even got there a few minutes early, just to make sure he didn't get lost. He'd been to dozens of hotels in the area but for some reason he hadn't been to this one yet. Well, there's a first time for everything.

While they hadn't gone over the exact specifics of what his new client wanted out of the weekend Sam had come prepared, rolling a little travel case behind him. He'd done his research on his new client, like he always does. He likes to know who they really are before he walks into a situation that he may not enjoy.

But this man didn't seem to be hiding anything. Well, he obviously wanted to hide this meeting from someone, be it family or a girlfriend... boyfriend. Sam didn't find any wives in his research so that was about it. And secrecy was one thing Sam prided himself on.

So there he stood at 7:57 pm, maroon button up tucked into a crisp pressed pair of black slacks, knocking on the hotel room door.

[low_key_angel]

In truth, the person he might be hiding his encounter from was his older brothers. Lucifer might highly approve of the idea, but Michael would throw an absolute fit. He loved his brothers, but they could be more than a little maddening. He was allowed to be a little lonely, and hiring someone was a little easier. No expectations, no worrying that his partner for the weekend would start expecting gifts or want to get greedy hands on his hard earned money.

He was expecting attractive, but when Gabriel opened the door and looked up.. and up and kept going up.. he couldn’t help but stare for a moment. Holy crap. He was gorgeous. Tall and incredibly fit, with long, shaggy hair that was just begging to be touched.

Gabriel grinned and swung the door open. “You must be Sam. Come on in.” His eyebrows loft at the overnight bag. “Wow. Guess you came prepared, huh?”

[second_son83]

Sam had seen from photos that his client was on the shorter side of normal for men but he didn't mind. The staring made him smile though. He'd been stared at over the years. First for being short and gawky looking in his teens, then for being too tall and good looking. Cause, lets be honest. Sam knows he's attractive. I mean, he'd have to have noticed if this was going to be his chosen profession for his life.

He smiled a little at Gabriel's crack about being prepared, dimples digging into his cheeks. "I knew paying attention in boy scouts would help one day in life," he answered as he stepped into the room, rolling his bag into the corner next to the door.

[low_key_angel]

Those dimples. Good god. It was one thing to get a look at his photograph and a completely different one to have that smile directed at him. Gabriel laughed easily, swinging the door closed and following Sam into the main living area. “Pretty sure you’re not going to need most of whatever you’ve got hidden away in there. Not looking for anything too extreme,” he admits. What he needed was to touch and be touched, lose himself in warmth and heat and sensation for a weekend. An escape.

And.. he’s not sure what he needs to do now. Small talk or do they just get right to it?

“So. Do you want a drink first? Are there ground rules or something I need to go over?”

[second_son83]

He chuckled a little. "Hey, you don't know what's in there," he teased, a smirk gracing his lips. "But uh, I try not to do too extreme." Bad experiences in his past had steered him away from that stuff.

He could tell that Gabriel was nervous and tense. And that brought another smile to his lips, but not in a 'I'm clearly making fun of you' kinda way. More of like a 'its everybody's first time some time.'

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is your first time? This can go however you want it to. We can have a few drinks, sit and talk first, figure out what you want out of this, which is what I recommend or we can just head into the bed, turn out the lighta and see what happens."

[low_key_angel]

“That obvious, eh?” Gabriel quirks an easy grin and nods towards the couch. Sitting down and talking for a bit. He’s good with that, and Sam was already making him feel a little easier about the whole idea of paying him for a weekend.

“I’m not that extreme, really. You might even call me a little vanilla in that department,” he admits. “But my job is kind of high stress and this is the closest I can get to a vacation. I wanted something a little more intimate than a solo trip to the beach, you know?”

When he drops to the couch it’s in a completely boneless sort of sprawl, the sort that looks like he’s had to have at least three vertebrae removed. What he needed was to be pinned down to the mattress, to lose himself in warmth and passion without worry. The prospect was exciting and just a little freeing.

Okay, and a little intimidating too.

[second_son83]

The escort followed Gabriel to the sofa, making sure to give the other man enough distance to feel comfortable and close enough just for closeness. Sam took notes on what his client wantes for the weekend.

Vanilla and intimate. Kinda sweet from a business man. Most of the time these kinds of guys want something really weird but occasionally you'll get the ones that uust want love without looking for it. And Sam's a good enough actor 99% of the time that he can pull it off.

Except for that one guy. First he was just the fetch my slippers kinda man, then the next thing he knew the man was asking him to pull out an adilt diaper and hand him his 'binky'. Needless to say, Sam didn't get paid that night. No way was he taking care of a 60 year-old-man in diapers.

But Sam could do vanilla and intimate in a heart. It helped when the guy was as good looking as this one, too. "What does intimate meet to you? "

[low_key_angel]

This is so far outside his comfort zone. But Sam is attractive, carrying himself with an easy sort of grace that he could get used to. At the question, Gabriel considers.

"I have to put on a show most of the time. Tell people what they want to hear and how they want to hear it. It's all in the message and after a while? It's exhausting as fuck. I want a weekend of easy, relaxed sex and someone who doesn't want or need that much razzle dazzle."

What he wanted was to be screwed into exhaustion, sleep, repeat.

"Think that's something we can do?"

[second_son83]

"I'm sure we can make that happen," Sam said with a smile. Attractive guy that just wanted causal sex? Sam was pretty sure that this guy could get anyone he wanted but he knew that sometimes it was just easier to pay for it and Sam was perfectly fine with that. It meant he could get mostly steady pay and hopefully good sex.

Well, Sam knew he was good at sex. He prayed that his new client was.

He smirkd just a little. "So uh... few other quick questions. Usually I can tell, and please don't take offence, but uh, are looking for someone to fuck? Or someone to fuck you? Or maybe both cause I'm fine with either."

[low_key_angel]

Direct. He liked that. And the idea of seeing Sam beneath him was undeniably appealing.

But not right now. Gabriel fiddled with the couch cushion for a moment. Sam was being open and up front with him and he owed him the same. "What I want is for you to pin me down onto the mattress and fuck me until I can barely move. Or push you down and ride you like a pogo stick. A weekend of sex and resting until I'm completely and utterly fucked out by the time we're done. There's a pool here, a hot tub on the roof, plenty to do to keep us comfortable and relaxed."

"I'm not against the idea of fucking you Sam. Hardly. But maybe in a day or two." His breathing is already coming a bit quicker at talking about sex, about those large, capable hands on his body.

[second_son83]

Sam didn't blink or blush as Gabriel explained exactly what he wanted. He did however pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he listened. Yeah, he was enjoy the shit out of this.

He leaned forward a little to close the space between them, his hand coming to rest on Gabriel's chest. Sam could feel the other man's pulse racing under his palm. He slid his hand up to cradle the back of his client's neck as he leaned closer.

"Yeah, I really think we can do that," Sam murmured before leaning in to kiss the other man, gently but the kiss was full of promise for the evening.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel made a soft sound of want into that kiss, arms sliding around Sam as he leaned in close. He's solid and warm and he wants nothing more than for this gorgeous man to take him. The kiss is gentle, his touch is soothing and he relaxes immediately into him, melting against Sam as the kiss slowly deepens.

"Good. I.. I'm glad. Should I.. I mean, should we?"

[second_son83]

Sam kissed Gabriel quiet. He was trying to think too much and it was Sam's job to provide what his client needed. Gabe didn't need to worry or think about anything this weekend.

Once the kiss ended, Sam gently took Gabriel's in his own and stood, trying to get the other man to follow him. "Come on. We're going to bed."

[low_key_angel]

His pulse was skittering out of control as Sam's large hand enveloped his, drawing him back into the bedroom. God. It had been a long time. But Sam was the professional here and Gabriel needed this. Needed Sam to take charge, to touch him and make him forget everything else but heat and pleasure.

Gabriel waited until Sam sat on the bed and stepped between his knees, finally able to look him completely in the eye. Arms sliding around his shoulders, he kissed him again. "God you're gorgeous, Sam."

[second_son83]

Sam wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist and pulled him close into the kiss. "Your eyes are beautiful, Gabriel. You know that?"

His hands slid around to the frong of this client's shirt, slowly unbuttoning the closures from the bottom up. Sam knew he was going to have a good weekend with this guy. It wasn't every client call that he got asked to top most of the time.

Sam was going to take his time with this one. And oh man was he going to enjoy the shit out of this. Once the shirt was undone, Sam went to work on Gabriel's belt, smiling up at him the whole time.

[low_key_angel]

Restlessly, Gabriel threaded his fingers through his hair and drew Sam closer as he unfastened his shirt and slid warm hands up his bare chest. He's in good shape, firm and toned, but nowhere near as defined and powerful as Sam was. Gabriel leaned in for another kiss, groaning softly as he reaches and skillfully unfastens his belt.

This was going to be a good weekend.

Maybe even longer, he considered as Gabriel slid his shirt off and let it fall to the floor, slowly working on Sam's shirt now.