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Something about Gabriel's voice just did it for Sam. Specifically, Gabriel's voice on the phone. In person he was sharp, abrasive, wisecracking until it was hard to take him seriously; on the phone his voice went down a few notes and was husky and almost musical the way it vibrated through the line. Sam's voice had started to shake when he picks up. He'd hoped Gabriel wouldn't notice.
"You like the way I sound on the phone, don't you?" Gabriel said abruptly halfway through a conversation.
So much for hopes. "I-- no--" Sam took a deep breath. "How'd you know?"
"Sam." The chuckle on the other side of the line sent a blush of warmth through Sam's stomach. "Why do you think I call you and not Dean? Hell, why do you think I call at all?"
Sam felt dumb. "I don't know."
"Because I know you like it, chucklehead. I could hear it in your breath the first time I bothered."
"That doesn't make sense." Sam ran fingers through his hair. "How'd you--"
"Does it matter?" Oh, God, he couldn't think straight when Gabriel's voice was all honey and fire like that. "Sam. Why don't you find a nice private place where we can talk?"
Sam looked over at the empty bed next to him. Dean was off God knows where and Gabriel's suggestion had him not caring much where the hell Dean was, so long as the room stayed empty. "I'm alone," he said. "Are you coming...?" He was sure Gabriel could hear him swallow.
"Why would I bother?" Low, guttural. Sam could hear his voice rumbling in his throat, could almost feel it through the phone. "You like me like this, let's do it like this."
"Do it? What are you--"
"Shhh." The hissing rush of air made his skin prickle as though it were moving in the room and not just a sound transmitted through satellites and waves. "Here's what you're going to do, Sam. You're going to listen to my voice, and you're going to do what I tell you to do, OK?"
Sam was finding air hard to come by. "I'm not doing what you tell me."
"Yeah, Sam." The teasing lilt of laughter. "You really are. In fact, I'll tell you what you're doing right now. You're trying to catch your breath, and in a moment you're going to reach down and try to adjust that hard cock of yours so it isn't poking right through your jeans."
Sam's hand halted at waist level. He forgot to breathe out a second. Shit. "I'm not wearing jeans."
"That's what I got wrong? Oh, Sam, you're more into this than I thought." Sam's jaw clenched, and he shot an exasperated look into the empty air. "Now just relax, and close your eyes. Lie back on those musty old hotel pillows."
Despite himself, Sam obeyed. He tried to measure out his breathing, tried to stay still and calm, even though he could hear the soft rasps of Gabriel's breath in his ear.
"All right, that's better," said the silver voice on the line. "Now I want you to imagine me. In that room, on that bed with you."
It was too easy to do. Sam could see him already, crouching at the foot of the bed, enjoying the sight of Sam, worked up, painfully aroused, trying to control himself.
"You can see me there, can't you?"
A hard swallow. "Yes."
"What am I doing?"
"You're... watching me," Sam half-whispered.
"Is that all?" The softness of a smile beneath Gabriel's words. "That's pretty boring of me. I'd better start moving soon. What do I do next?"
"You're climbing up... onto me." This was not him talking, he had not given his mouth permission to say all of this, and yet there it was, babbling like an idiot. "You're on your hands and knees. Over me. You're touching my leg."
"Mm-hmm." Such a delicious balance between gentle and wicked in Gabriel's voice. "I sure am. I'm drawing my hand up your leg to your thigh, and I'm this close to copping a feel. Bet you want that, Sam. Bet you want to feel my hand on you, all warm. Stroking. Fingers sliding. All over you."
"Nngh," Sam let the noise fly before he knew what he was doing. Oh, he was so, so fucked.
"You want it, don't you?" Gabriel was saying in his ear. "Tell me you want it."
No hesitation left. "Fuck, yes." Panting. "I want it."
"Then get out of your pants, Sammy. Put the phone down and get yourself naked as fast as you can. I'll be waiting."
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Naked except for his boxers, Sam slid back onto the bed and was gratified to hear a set of rasping breaths echoing his own. "Gabriel," he said, and the word felt soft and sweet in his mouth. "What are you doing?"
A catch in breath. "That's my question for you." But Sam was sure Gabriel was in something of a state of undress himself. "What am I doing now, Sam?"
And something dangerous flew through Sam's mind. He leaned into the phone, let his breathing rasp harsh and loud into the line.
"You're teasing me," Sam said, urgent and guttural. "You're sitting there and teasing me, so I'm grabbing your hair and I'm pushing you down until that mouth of yours is on my cock instead of talking all the damn time." He grabbed himself with his free hand, stroking thorough and harsh all the way from root to tip, feeling the pressure like it was a mouth -- Gabriel's impertinent mouth -- closing down on him.
The gasp on the other end of the line was a reward. Then Gabriel gave a growl. "I'm sucking you off, then," he murmured. "My tongue licking all over you, trying to swallow you down like I'm a two-dollar whore. Fuck, Sam, you are so big in my mouth, so fucking hard. I'm jerking myself off while I'm sucking you, because you turn me on so much I can't help myself."
"Agh!" Sam's cry pierced through the flood of dirty talk, as pleasure spiked in his body. The cry roused him, and he realized he'd been jerking his cock so brutally he was on the verge of hurting himself. He slowed down, panting hard, his hair falling into his face in damp, sweaty strands.
"You like that, huh?" Gabriel laughed at him on the line, and Sam growled, but now he was too gone to care. "That's right, Sam, I can just see you now. Naked on that ratty bed, stroking yourself, imagining my mouth around your cock. I'll bet you're imagining how I'll moan, too. You love my voice so much, you'll love hearing the noises I make as I get us both off. You want to hear some?"
"Do it." Sweat was stinging Sam's eyes. His palm was grinding hard into his shaft, sending columns of heat exploding through his body. "Let me hear you moan for me."
And Gabriel let out a quavering, high, intense cry, muffled, as though his mouth were full. Full of Sam's cock. The image was right there, and Sam moaned at the mental sight of it. Gabriel answered Sam's moan with another of his own, and soon they were both moaning, in harmony, little "fuck"s and "God"s making their way out along with the incoherent noises.
When Gabriel's moans died out, he let a wicked little laugh filter through the phone line. "You're going to come in my mouth now, Sam. You can feel it building. From deep in your balls, up through your stomach, until you can't stand it anymore--"
Sam drowned out the rest with a shout as he came.
Shaking, hand covered in white stripes, he groaned loudly enough that even the phone, which had fallen to the bed beside him, could pick up every noise. He was still trembling, feeling weak and woozy, when he got hold of it again.
"Don't tell-- anyone-- about this," he warned.
"Sam. Who would I tell? I'd only embarrass myself, too." And then quickly, almost tentatively: "Besides, I wouldn't want to screw over my chances for a next time."
Sam blinked. "Next time? Gabriel, you--"
But Gabriel had bounced back to his old perky self. "Well, mission accomplished, gotta go, sport. I'll see you on the flip side." Sam started to protest, but after a few other chipper phrases Gabriel was gone and the line went dead. And Sam was left, thoroughly debauched and mostly naked, with a mess to clean up -- and, judging from the light flooding the room, a brother on his way back to discover it. Just the sort of trap Sam should have been expecting from the start.
He still couldn't wait for next time.
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This is absolutely delicious. The perfect thing to wake up to I believe. Thank you so very much for it! :D
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