Letting It Go
Title: Letting It Go
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Warnings/Spoilers: werewolf!Sam, human!Gabriel, AU, knotting
Summary: For all that Gabriel is the acting alpha in his and Sam's pack of two, there are times when he just needs to let go.
Notes: For zekkass. Companion piece to It's A Dog Eat Dog World.
Gabriel loves his job, he really does. But sometimes, when he just can't do anything for a sick cat or injured dog or when he gets a call about some kid's hamster, he hates having to tell the owners that there's no cure for some things. Most days, the good outweighs the bad and he gets through it. But some days, like today, he has to make that decision one too many times and he's just...tired.
He gets back to the apartment late, having stayed late to deal with paperwork. Usually, Jess or the other receptionist, Lisa, takes care of it, but he'd sent them home early, wanting the time to himself.
It's well past the dinner hour, but there's a plate of food on the table, still steaming and Gabriel starts eating mechanically, too tired to really taste what he's putting in his mouth. He finishes and puts the plate in the sink, makes a half-hearted effort to clean up before he trudges down the hall to the bedroom.
Sam's already in bed, but the light's on he rolls over when Gabriel comes in. "Hey, he says. "Long day?"
"Yeah," Gabriel says. "Really long day."
"Thought so. C'mere," Sam invites, lifting the covers. Gabriel catches a glimpse of a long stretch of skin and something like relief lodges in his throat.
Normally, Gabriel's the alpha, the one with the final say and although he's not the only one to initiate things, he's usually the one with the control. It's not anything kinky or even sexual, usually--it's just how Sam is wired. Werewolves have an innate need to either protect or be protected and Sam's not an alpha, not like his brother Dean. He needs Gabriel to be the alpha and Gabriel's learned to be that for him.
But for all that Gabriel is the acting alpha in his and Sam's pack of two, there are times when he just needs to let go of that control. Let it got and let Sam protect him for a change. And Sam, being the wonderful person he is, is willing to do that for him. Tonight is one of those times, when Gabriel is just to tired, too heart-worn, to even contemplate being responsible and in control.
He strips artlessly and climbs into bed, sliding under the covers to press against Sam. Sam's arms come around him, large hands resting at the small of his back and at the nape of his neck, gentle but firm. "Let it go, Gabe," Sam murmurs, lips brushing along the edge of Gabriel's jaw. "Let it go."
Gabriel closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and just lets it go.
After that, it's all heat and friction, Sam's body covering Gabriel's as he touches and kisses him. It's slow, tender, something that they don't usually take the time to indulge in and Gabriel basks in it, revels in being the one cherished. Sam kisses him, slow and deep, as if there's nothing better he'd rather be doing.
When Sam finally reaches for the lube, Gabriel's boneless under him, half drunk on pleasure. The slight burn as Sam stretches him barely registers against the low thrum of arousal. He definitely notices it when Sam tilts his hips and slides all the way in on one slow thrust, though, and he moans at the feeling of being filled so entirely.
"Sam, please," he whines. Sam kisses his shoulder, bites gently there.
"Shh," he says, "I'll get you there. Trust me."
And he does, the initial slow, rocking thrusts shifting into long, forceful ones. Gabriel's hands scrabble at the sheets, at Sam, pleas and wordless noises falling from his mouth. When the thrusts turn to circling and pressure beings to build against his prostate, Gabriel whines, tries to hold on for just a little bit longer. But he's been holding back, been held at the edge for too long and he falls over with a cry, hears Sam join him warmth floods through Gabriel, making him shiver.
Sam holds himself up for a moment, trembling, then slowly works at turning them onto their sides, Gabriel's back pressed against Sam's chest. The movements tug at where Sam is locked inside of Gabriel and they both gasp at the faint tremors of pleasure that rush through them, but they finally get comfortable, blankets tugged up around their shoulders.
Gabriel's half asleep already, all the tension having drained away and leaving only exhaustion, but he hears it when Sam mumbles into his hair, "Love you."
He smiles and reaches down to tug Sam's hand up to rest over his heart.
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Warnings/Spoilers: werewolf!Sam, human!Gabriel, AU, knotting
Summary: For all that Gabriel is the acting alpha in his and Sam's pack of two, there are times when he just needs to let go.
Notes: For zekkass. Companion piece to It's A Dog Eat Dog World.
Gabriel loves his job, he really does. But sometimes, when he just can't do anything for a sick cat or injured dog or when he gets a call about some kid's hamster, he hates having to tell the owners that there's no cure for some things. Most days, the good outweighs the bad and he gets through it. But some days, like today, he has to make that decision one too many times and he's just...tired.
He gets back to the apartment late, having stayed late to deal with paperwork. Usually, Jess or the other receptionist, Lisa, takes care of it, but he'd sent them home early, wanting the time to himself.
It's well past the dinner hour, but there's a plate of food on the table, still steaming and Gabriel starts eating mechanically, too tired to really taste what he's putting in his mouth. He finishes and puts the plate in the sink, makes a half-hearted effort to clean up before he trudges down the hall to the bedroom.
Sam's already in bed, but the light's on he rolls over when Gabriel comes in. "Hey, he says. "Long day?"
"Yeah," Gabriel says. "Really long day."
"Thought so. C'mere," Sam invites, lifting the covers. Gabriel catches a glimpse of a long stretch of skin and something like relief lodges in his throat.
Normally, Gabriel's the alpha, the one with the final say and although he's not the only one to initiate things, he's usually the one with the control. It's not anything kinky or even sexual, usually--it's just how Sam is wired. Werewolves have an innate need to either protect or be protected and Sam's not an alpha, not like his brother Dean. He needs Gabriel to be the alpha and Gabriel's learned to be that for him.
But for all that Gabriel is the acting alpha in his and Sam's pack of two, there are times when he just needs to let go of that control. Let it got and let Sam protect him for a change. And Sam, being the wonderful person he is, is willing to do that for him. Tonight is one of those times, when Gabriel is just to tired, too heart-worn, to even contemplate being responsible and in control.
He strips artlessly and climbs into bed, sliding under the covers to press against Sam. Sam's arms come around him, large hands resting at the small of his back and at the nape of his neck, gentle but firm. "Let it go, Gabe," Sam murmurs, lips brushing along the edge of Gabriel's jaw. "Let it go."
Gabriel closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and just lets it go.
After that, it's all heat and friction, Sam's body covering Gabriel's as he touches and kisses him. It's slow, tender, something that they don't usually take the time to indulge in and Gabriel basks in it, revels in being the one cherished. Sam kisses him, slow and deep, as if there's nothing better he'd rather be doing.
When Sam finally reaches for the lube, Gabriel's boneless under him, half drunk on pleasure. The slight burn as Sam stretches him barely registers against the low thrum of arousal. He definitely notices it when Sam tilts his hips and slides all the way in on one slow thrust, though, and he moans at the feeling of being filled so entirely.
"Sam, please," he whines. Sam kisses his shoulder, bites gently there.
"Shh," he says, "I'll get you there. Trust me."
And he does, the initial slow, rocking thrusts shifting into long, forceful ones. Gabriel's hands scrabble at the sheets, at Sam, pleas and wordless noises falling from his mouth. When the thrusts turn to circling and pressure beings to build against his prostate, Gabriel whines, tries to hold on for just a little bit longer. But he's been holding back, been held at the edge for too long and he falls over with a cry, hears Sam join him warmth floods through Gabriel, making him shiver.
Sam holds himself up for a moment, trembling, then slowly works at turning them onto their sides, Gabriel's back pressed against Sam's chest. The movements tug at where Sam is locked inside of Gabriel and they both gasp at the faint tremors of pleasure that rush through them, but they finally get comfortable, blankets tugged up around their shoulders.
Gabriel's half asleep already, all the tension having drained away and leaving only exhaustion, but he hears it when Sam mumbles into his hair, "Love you."
He smiles and reaches down to tug Sam's hand up to rest over his heart.