Accidental Voyeurism
Title: Accidental Voyeurism
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: hard PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Dean regrets entering before knocking...
Their lips crashed together as the back of Sam's legs hit the edge of the cheap motel bed, and he fell backwards, curling his fingers around his assailants wrists and bringing them down as well. They landed in a heap, already half in and half out of clothes. He brings one hand up to the nape of the smaller man's neck, fisting the soft hair there. A tongue pushed against his lips and he parted them slightly, angling his head to deepen the kiss.
A hand ran down his side, dipping into his unfastened jeans and brushing his boxers. In return Sam danced his finger tips down the other man's back and into his boxer, cupping the globes of his ass and digging his nails in slightly, eliciting a moan.
The other man rolled his hips and Sam's cock jerked, straining against his underwear.
Gabriel grinned, and clicked his fingers, and suddenly there was nothing but skin separating them from chest to hip. Gabriel rested on his elbows above the younger man and smirked again before dipping down to capture Sam's lips again, starting a slow, rhythmic grind that had him whimpering into the angel's mouth. He moved from his mouth to planting kisses down his jaw line until he reached Sam's collarbone, pausing to nibble on the sensitive skin under his tattoo. Sam arched his back for easier access, his nails scratching red lines down Gabriel's back.
'SAM! What the fuck are you doing?!' Oh God. Sam would have answered his, apparently very pissed off brother, but Gabriel was doing this sucking thing where his neck met his shoulder, and he was incapable of a coherent sentence at that moment in time
Gabriel stopping sucking on Sam's collarbone long enough to tell Dean; 'Look, Sparky, either join in or get out. We're busy here.'
Author: paracaerouvoar
Rating: hard PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Gabriel
Summary: Dean regrets entering before knocking...
Their lips crashed together as the back of Sam's legs hit the edge of the cheap motel bed, and he fell backwards, curling his fingers around his assailants wrists and bringing them down as well. They landed in a heap, already half in and half out of clothes. He brings one hand up to the nape of the smaller man's neck, fisting the soft hair there. A tongue pushed against his lips and he parted them slightly, angling his head to deepen the kiss.
A hand ran down his side, dipping into his unfastened jeans and brushing his boxers. In return Sam danced his finger tips down the other man's back and into his boxer, cupping the globes of his ass and digging his nails in slightly, eliciting a moan.
The other man rolled his hips and Sam's cock jerked, straining against his underwear.
Gabriel grinned, and clicked his fingers, and suddenly there was nothing but skin separating them from chest to hip. Gabriel rested on his elbows above the younger man and smirked again before dipping down to capture Sam's lips again, starting a slow, rhythmic grind that had him whimpering into the angel's mouth. He moved from his mouth to planting kisses down his jaw line until he reached Sam's collarbone, pausing to nibble on the sensitive skin under his tattoo. Sam arched his back for easier access, his nails scratching red lines down Gabriel's back.
'SAM! What the fuck are you doing?!' Oh God. Sam would have answered his, apparently very pissed off brother, but Gabriel was doing this sucking thing where his neck met his shoulder, and he was incapable of a coherent sentence at that moment in time
Gabriel stopping sucking on Sam's collarbone long enough to tell Dean; 'Look, Sparky, either join in or get out. We're busy here.'