SPN: The one where Dean and Gabriel drink and make a bad decision, 1/1, NC17, Dean/Gabriel, 2203
Title: The one where Dean and Gabriel drink and make a bad decision, part of the Take a Deep Breath 'verse
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel, (Dean Winchester x Castiel, Michael x Lisa Braeden and past Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden)
Warning(s): highschool!AU, underage drinking, adult language, adult situations, partner betrayal
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): hs_bingo, "hooking up", table
Word Count: 2,203
Master List: Here
Rants: Shameless porn that is an important part of the story, I swear.
Summary: Dean and Gabriel get drunk. It leads to bad decisions all around.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Crossposted to: Nowhere.
Part of Dean knows this is a really, really bad idea but the other part of his brain is too addled by copious amounts of alcohol to care. It’s been months since the last time he’d slept with someone - honestly slept with someone, not almost getting off by rubbing himself against his jailbait boyfriend - and it’ll be another nine months before Castiel stops being jailbait.
Which - which Dean was willing to wait, but then Gabriel had dragged him to Crowley’s New Year’s party because Crowley’s parents weren’t around and then they had started drinking and somehow Dean had allowed Gabriel to drag him off to one of the guest bedroom’s (who knew Crowley came from such a rich fucking family? They all thought he was just a pretentious ass).
So yeah, Dean knows this is a bad idea, but he can’t help it if he’s almost eighteen and so goddamn horny most of the time it’s not even funny. It’s just that ever since Dean lost his virginity his freshman year he’s had this itch, and Castiel wasn’t going to take care of it anytime soon - because Dean wasn’t going to let him because Dean was not going to go to jail. Oh, and Castiel might come from the nicest group of people ever but Dean’s not disillusioned enough to thing that Jimmy won’t kill him for touching his son. He’s pretty sure Michael and Gabriel would kill him, too. And then there was Anna… and Luc…
”Jesus Christ, Winchester,” Gabriel groans, nipping at Dean’s jaw. His fingers tore at Dean’s flannel shirt, shoving it from Dean’s shoulders roughly before he starts on the faded Led Zeppelin tee. “Would you keep your head in the game for five goddamn minutes?”
Dean lets Gabriel drag him out of his silent reverie, and he wants to say ‘no’, he wants to stop this before he and Gabriel get too far but - but maybe it’ll be okay. Gabriel’s all about being manipulative and secretive, and Castiel never has to know that Dean’s been unfaithful. Dean’s just drunk enough to let himself believe that everything will be just fine.
”Five minutes all you need, Gabriel?” Dean teases, practically growling. He shoves Gabriel’s hands away to tug off his shirt himself, and he watches Gabriel start stripping himself. He waits until the smaller male has freed himself from his shirt before he shoves Gabriel back against the wall and starts nipping and sucking angry red marks across his neck, shoulders and collarbone.
”You only need five minutes,” Gabriel groans out, digging his nails into Dean’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he gasps.
”Just shut up, Gabriel,” Dean groans. He slips a knee between Gabriel’s legs, spreading his legs and rubbing his own jean clad erection against Gabriel’s hip. “Wait, don’t shut up. Where are we doing this?”
”Bed, floor, wall,” Gabriel whines, “I don’t care just fucking do it already.”
Well, Dean can work with that. He nips at Gabriel’s shoulder, before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Bed,” he orders finally. He curls his fingers into Gabriel’s belt loops and they stumble back towards the bed, lips pressed together in a bruising kiss. Dean turns them around in time to shove Gabriel back on the bed and his hands immediately start to unbuckle the smaller male’s belt.
Gabriel toes off his shoes and socks, arching his hips when Dean finally gets his fly undone so the younger senior can tug his jeans and boxers off his hip in fumbling jerks. “Have you ever done this before?” Gabriel scowls, kicking the clothes off and too the floor. He forces himself to sit up to help Dean undo his own jeans before shoving them down his hips. “Not bad, Winchester.”
”God, you’re such a freak, Gabriel,” Dean growls. Gabriel just rolls his eyes and Dean’s got half a mind to yell at him for being the ass that he always is, but he forgets what he wants to say when the smaller male wraps his fingers around Dean’s cock and tugs expertly. “Fuck.”
”You’re so easy,” Gabriel coos tauntingly. He continues to stroke Dean’s cock for a moment, using his thumb to smear the fluid that beads at the head of Dean’s length and slicken his hand motions. He lets go long enough to tug Dean’s hips and drag him back onto the bed, before rolling them so that he’s on top. “Howdy,” he grins, waggling his eyebrows.
Dean glares at Gabriel, but he doesn’t bitch him out because the older male wraps a hand around Dean’s cock and starts jerking him off again. Dean groans and arches up into Gabriel’s fist, before Gabriel digs the nails of his freehand into Dean’s hip and pushes down. “Gabriel,” he groans.
”Suck,” Gabriel orders, and before Dean can protest he has three fingers in his mouth and he does as he’s told. Gabriel’s still smirking and Dean doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, but it does, and he wants to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. When Gabriel is content that Dean’s done a well enough job coating his fingers, he reaches behind himself to prep himself.
Which, was way hotter than Dean was ever going to admit. Mostly because Dean and Gabriel may have somehow ended up best frenemies - a phrase he would never admit to ever thinking - but that didn’t mean Dean was attracted to Gabriel. Because he wasn’t. He was just drunk and horny and Gabriel was a fucking slut when he started to drink and - and Gabriel is obviously not doing his job right if Dean has time to fret over the tiny details.
”Hurry the fuck up, Gabriel,” Dean groans, fumbling to grip Gabriel’s hips, his fingers slipping and struggling to find purchase on the sweat slicked skin.
”Hold your fucking horses,” Gabriel moans in reply. His hand slips to the base of Dean’s cock and he just squeezes. He rocks back onto his own fingers, groaning loudly. “Fuck, this is weird. Shoulda made you bottom.”
”Never going to happen,” Dean says, scowling. He squirms under Gabriel, so fucking hard and impatient, but he doesn’t have to wait long.
When he’s satisfied with the stretching, Gabriel pulls back from Dean far enough to wrap his lips around the head of Dean’s cock and sucks once, hard, before he slides down the rest of Dean’s length in one slow movement.
”Fuck,” Dean gasps, fingers clawing at Gabriel’s shoulders, digging in sharply.
Gabriel chuckles, causing his throat to vibrate, and Dean’s glad Gabriel’s got such a vice like grip around the base of his cock because he probably would have come otherwise. Gabriel pulls off and grins, “That’s the plan.” He licks a stripe up Dean’s cock, wetting it, before pulling back once more. “Ready, big boy?”
”Gabriel,” Dean growls. He doesn’t need to finish the threat, because Gabriel is clambering up his body to push their lips together in another desperate kiss. Dean groans when Gabriel grips his cock, and his fingers scramble to curl around the smaller male’s hips when Gabriel lines Dean’s cock up with his hole and slides down Dean’s length in one slow, dragging motion. “Fuck,” Dean groans when he bottoms out.
Gabriel makes a strained sound, fingers curling into fists on Dean’s chest, and lets out a shuddering breath, his own chest heaving. “Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve done this. Gimmie a sec.”
Dean doesn’t want to, not really, but it isn’t like he really has a choice in the matter. He might not like Gabriel fifty percent of the time, but he would never knowingly hurt him, especially not like this. Gabriel’s just tight enough Dean can’t think coherently but he’s not completely out of it. So, Dean does the only thing he can think to do. He strokes his fingers up the inside of Gabriel’s thighs reassuringly, tracing swirling patterns into the soft skin, before teasing his way up his belly to the smaller male’s nipples, thumbing them lightly.
Gabriel calms under his ministrations and eventually huffs out a breath of content laughter. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Dean’s chest - because all of the Novaks are like ninety percent scary bendy alien (seriously) - and he starts to move. Long, slow dragging motions at first until Gabriel squirms enough to find a better angle and is comfortable with moving faster. Then Dean officially forgets how to breath.
He grips Gabriel’s hips tightly and rocks up to meet Gabriel’s downward thrusts and it’s perfect. Gabriel knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s making these soft moans with every push, his lips kissing and nipping at Dean’s chest, his fingers curled tightly into Dean’s biceps. Dean thinks he could probably die happy like this.
Well, until, Gabriel starts moaning “harder” and Dean doesn’t really see any choice but to roll them over, pinning Gabriel into the mattress and obeying him. This is impossibly better. Gabriel wraps his legs around Dean’s hips, tugging him down sharply before slamming himself down on Dean’s near-punishing thrusts. Gabriel’s nails in Dean’s biceps dig deep enough to draw blood and Dean can’t bite back the pained cry.
It’s over too quickly after that. It’s been too long since Dean has last done this, Gabriel is too hot and tight and loud and Dean comes with a strangled gasp, his hips stuttering inside of Gabriel and paining his insides with his come. “Fuck,” he groans, bracing himself on his elbows as to not collapse on Gabriel. “Fuck.”
Gabriel whines, grinding down against Dean and drawing another gasp out of the larger male. He has to force himself to let go of Dean’s biceps in order to fist his own cock, and his knuckles brush against Dean’s stomach as he drags his hand up and down in swift motions, curling at the top. It doesn’t take long for him to come on Dean’s stomach, and he makes a long keening sound when he does.
They lay tangled together, just breathing in each other’s space before Dean pulls out and rolls over. He’s going to have a killer headache tomorrow, he’s sure of it, but right now he’s too strong out on his release to really care. There’s something nagging at the back of his mind, that he’s forgotten something, but he can’t quite place his finger on it.
”Guess Michael did have a valid concern,” Gabriel purrs, stretching contently. He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at Dean. When Dean makes a confused sound, Gabriel presses his fingers against Dean’s lips, the corner of his lip tugging up into a smile. “He’s always worried Lisa’s going to leave him for you.”
Dean scoffs, and rolls his eyes. He drags a corner of the blanket up to clean himself off before going limp on the bed again. “Lisa and I are ancient history,” he says eventually. He brings a hand up to rub at his face tiredly before rolling off of the bed and searching for his clothes. “Besides, I’m seeing someone.”
”Someone who isn’t me,” Gabriel replies, laying back on the bed and tucking his arms under his head. “Doesn’t seem to have stopped you from fucking me though.”
Dean freezes, fingers hovering over the button on his jeans. He’d shimmied into them when Gabriel was talking but he remembers what it was that he had forgotten. He had cheated on Castiel. No, worse, he had cheated on Castiel with Castiel’s brother. He feels ridiculously sober all of a sudden and he kind of hates the clarity. “Holy fucking shit,” Dean says, shooting Gabriel a deer in the headlights look. “You can’t fucking tell him.”
”Like I want to explain to him why I thought it would be a good idea to sleep with the boy he’s been pining after for ten years,” Gabriel scoffs. He finally sits up, and gestures vaguely for Dean to pass him his clothes. When Dean does, he starts to get dressed.
”Seriously, Gabriel, you can’t tell him,” Dean says, swallowing thickly. “He doesn’t - he doesn’t need to hear about this. Not from you.”
”Gee,” Gabriel drawls out, glaring at Dean across the room when Dean goes to fetch their shirts from by the door. “Thanks a lot for that, Winchester.”
”Gabriel,” Dean warns.
”Relax,” Gabriel says, rolling his eyes. He pauses to pull his socks and shoes on, tightening the laces on his sneakers. “I’m not going to tell him. I plan on going back to the party and drinking some more, so I probably won’t remember in the morning anyways.”
Dean just stares at him. He hands Gabriel his shirt when the smaller male starts to make grabby motions, and he watches him pull it on. “I’m so fucking screwed,” Dean groans.
”Mmmh,” Gabriel says, grinning lasciviously in response. “But wasn’t it worth it?” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he practically fucking skips out of the room and Dean watches him go.
Pulling on his own shirts, Dean makes his way back over to the bed - to the far side, where it’s dry and clean - and collapses backwards onto the bed. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel, (Dean Winchester x Castiel, Michael x Lisa Braeden and past Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden)
Warning(s): highschool!AU, underage drinking, adult language, adult situations, partner betrayal
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): hs_bingo, "hooking up", table
Word Count: 2,203
Master List: Here
Rants: Shameless porn that is an important part of the story, I swear.
Summary: Dean and Gabriel get drunk. It leads to bad decisions all around.
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Crossposted to: Nowhere.
Part of Dean knows this is a really, really bad idea but the other part of his brain is too addled by copious amounts of alcohol to care. It’s been months since the last time he’d slept with someone - honestly slept with someone, not almost getting off by rubbing himself against his jailbait boyfriend - and it’ll be another nine months before Castiel stops being jailbait.
Which - which Dean was willing to wait, but then Gabriel had dragged him to Crowley’s New Year’s party because Crowley’s parents weren’t around and then they had started drinking and somehow Dean had allowed Gabriel to drag him off to one of the guest bedroom’s (who knew Crowley came from such a rich fucking family? They all thought he was just a pretentious ass).
So yeah, Dean knows this is a bad idea, but he can’t help it if he’s almost eighteen and so goddamn horny most of the time it’s not even funny. It’s just that ever since Dean lost his virginity his freshman year he’s had this itch, and Castiel wasn’t going to take care of it anytime soon - because Dean wasn’t going to let him because Dean was not going to go to jail. Oh, and Castiel might come from the nicest group of people ever but Dean’s not disillusioned enough to thing that Jimmy won’t kill him for touching his son. He’s pretty sure Michael and Gabriel would kill him, too. And then there was Anna… and Luc…
”Jesus Christ, Winchester,” Gabriel groans, nipping at Dean’s jaw. His fingers tore at Dean’s flannel shirt, shoving it from Dean’s shoulders roughly before he starts on the faded Led Zeppelin tee. “Would you keep your head in the game for five goddamn minutes?”
Dean lets Gabriel drag him out of his silent reverie, and he wants to say ‘no’, he wants to stop this before he and Gabriel get too far but - but maybe it’ll be okay. Gabriel’s all about being manipulative and secretive, and Castiel never has to know that Dean’s been unfaithful. Dean’s just drunk enough to let himself believe that everything will be just fine.
”Five minutes all you need, Gabriel?” Dean teases, practically growling. He shoves Gabriel’s hands away to tug off his shirt himself, and he watches Gabriel start stripping himself. He waits until the smaller male has freed himself from his shirt before he shoves Gabriel back against the wall and starts nipping and sucking angry red marks across his neck, shoulders and collarbone.
”You only need five minutes,” Gabriel groans out, digging his nails into Dean’s shoulders. “Fuck,” he gasps.
”Just shut up, Gabriel,” Dean groans. He slips a knee between Gabriel’s legs, spreading his legs and rubbing his own jean clad erection against Gabriel’s hip. “Wait, don’t shut up. Where are we doing this?”
”Bed, floor, wall,” Gabriel whines, “I don’t care just fucking do it already.”
Well, Dean can work with that. He nips at Gabriel’s shoulder, before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Bed,” he orders finally. He curls his fingers into Gabriel’s belt loops and they stumble back towards the bed, lips pressed together in a bruising kiss. Dean turns them around in time to shove Gabriel back on the bed and his hands immediately start to unbuckle the smaller male’s belt.
Gabriel toes off his shoes and socks, arching his hips when Dean finally gets his fly undone so the younger senior can tug his jeans and boxers off his hip in fumbling jerks. “Have you ever done this before?” Gabriel scowls, kicking the clothes off and too the floor. He forces himself to sit up to help Dean undo his own jeans before shoving them down his hips. “Not bad, Winchester.”
”God, you’re such a freak, Gabriel,” Dean growls. Gabriel just rolls his eyes and Dean’s got half a mind to yell at him for being the ass that he always is, but he forgets what he wants to say when the smaller male wraps his fingers around Dean’s cock and tugs expertly. “Fuck.”
”You’re so easy,” Gabriel coos tauntingly. He continues to stroke Dean’s cock for a moment, using his thumb to smear the fluid that beads at the head of Dean’s length and slicken his hand motions. He lets go long enough to tug Dean’s hips and drag him back onto the bed, before rolling them so that he’s on top. “Howdy,” he grins, waggling his eyebrows.
Dean glares at Gabriel, but he doesn’t bitch him out because the older male wraps a hand around Dean’s cock and starts jerking him off again. Dean groans and arches up into Gabriel’s fist, before Gabriel digs the nails of his freehand into Dean’s hip and pushes down. “Gabriel,” he groans.
”Suck,” Gabriel orders, and before Dean can protest he has three fingers in his mouth and he does as he’s told. Gabriel’s still smirking and Dean doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, but it does, and he wants to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. When Gabriel is content that Dean’s done a well enough job coating his fingers, he reaches behind himself to prep himself.
Which, was way hotter than Dean was ever going to admit. Mostly because Dean and Gabriel may have somehow ended up best frenemies - a phrase he would never admit to ever thinking - but that didn’t mean Dean was attracted to Gabriel. Because he wasn’t. He was just drunk and horny and Gabriel was a fucking slut when he started to drink and - and Gabriel is obviously not doing his job right if Dean has time to fret over the tiny details.
”Hurry the fuck up, Gabriel,” Dean groans, fumbling to grip Gabriel’s hips, his fingers slipping and struggling to find purchase on the sweat slicked skin.
”Hold your fucking horses,” Gabriel moans in reply. His hand slips to the base of Dean’s cock and he just squeezes. He rocks back onto his own fingers, groaning loudly. “Fuck, this is weird. Shoulda made you bottom.”
”Never going to happen,” Dean says, scowling. He squirms under Gabriel, so fucking hard and impatient, but he doesn’t have to wait long.
When he’s satisfied with the stretching, Gabriel pulls back from Dean far enough to wrap his lips around the head of Dean’s cock and sucks once, hard, before he slides down the rest of Dean’s length in one slow movement.
”Fuck,” Dean gasps, fingers clawing at Gabriel’s shoulders, digging in sharply.
Gabriel chuckles, causing his throat to vibrate, and Dean’s glad Gabriel’s got such a vice like grip around the base of his cock because he probably would have come otherwise. Gabriel pulls off and grins, “That’s the plan.” He licks a stripe up Dean’s cock, wetting it, before pulling back once more. “Ready, big boy?”
”Gabriel,” Dean growls. He doesn’t need to finish the threat, because Gabriel is clambering up his body to push their lips together in another desperate kiss. Dean groans when Gabriel grips his cock, and his fingers scramble to curl around the smaller male’s hips when Gabriel lines Dean’s cock up with his hole and slides down Dean’s length in one slow, dragging motion. “Fuck,” Dean groans when he bottoms out.
Gabriel makes a strained sound, fingers curling into fists on Dean’s chest, and lets out a shuddering breath, his own chest heaving. “Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve done this. Gimmie a sec.”
Dean doesn’t want to, not really, but it isn’t like he really has a choice in the matter. He might not like Gabriel fifty percent of the time, but he would never knowingly hurt him, especially not like this. Gabriel’s just tight enough Dean can’t think coherently but he’s not completely out of it. So, Dean does the only thing he can think to do. He strokes his fingers up the inside of Gabriel’s thighs reassuringly, tracing swirling patterns into the soft skin, before teasing his way up his belly to the smaller male’s nipples, thumbing them lightly.
Gabriel calms under his ministrations and eventually huffs out a breath of content laughter. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Dean’s chest - because all of the Novaks are like ninety percent scary bendy alien (seriously) - and he starts to move. Long, slow dragging motions at first until Gabriel squirms enough to find a better angle and is comfortable with moving faster. Then Dean officially forgets how to breath.
He grips Gabriel’s hips tightly and rocks up to meet Gabriel’s downward thrusts and it’s perfect. Gabriel knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s making these soft moans with every push, his lips kissing and nipping at Dean’s chest, his fingers curled tightly into Dean’s biceps. Dean thinks he could probably die happy like this.
Well, until, Gabriel starts moaning “harder” and Dean doesn’t really see any choice but to roll them over, pinning Gabriel into the mattress and obeying him. This is impossibly better. Gabriel wraps his legs around Dean’s hips, tugging him down sharply before slamming himself down on Dean’s near-punishing thrusts. Gabriel’s nails in Dean’s biceps dig deep enough to draw blood and Dean can’t bite back the pained cry.
It’s over too quickly after that. It’s been too long since Dean has last done this, Gabriel is too hot and tight and loud and Dean comes with a strangled gasp, his hips stuttering inside of Gabriel and paining his insides with his come. “Fuck,” he groans, bracing himself on his elbows as to not collapse on Gabriel. “Fuck.”
Gabriel whines, grinding down against Dean and drawing another gasp out of the larger male. He has to force himself to let go of Dean’s biceps in order to fist his own cock, and his knuckles brush against Dean’s stomach as he drags his hand up and down in swift motions, curling at the top. It doesn’t take long for him to come on Dean’s stomach, and he makes a long keening sound when he does.
They lay tangled together, just breathing in each other’s space before Dean pulls out and rolls over. He’s going to have a killer headache tomorrow, he’s sure of it, but right now he’s too strong out on his release to really care. There’s something nagging at the back of his mind, that he’s forgotten something, but he can’t quite place his finger on it.
”Guess Michael did have a valid concern,” Gabriel purrs, stretching contently. He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at Dean. When Dean makes a confused sound, Gabriel presses his fingers against Dean’s lips, the corner of his lip tugging up into a smile. “He’s always worried Lisa’s going to leave him for you.”
Dean scoffs, and rolls his eyes. He drags a corner of the blanket up to clean himself off before going limp on the bed again. “Lisa and I are ancient history,” he says eventually. He brings a hand up to rub at his face tiredly before rolling off of the bed and searching for his clothes. “Besides, I’m seeing someone.”
”Someone who isn’t me,” Gabriel replies, laying back on the bed and tucking his arms under his head. “Doesn’t seem to have stopped you from fucking me though.”
Dean freezes, fingers hovering over the button on his jeans. He’d shimmied into them when Gabriel was talking but he remembers what it was that he had forgotten. He had cheated on Castiel. No, worse, he had cheated on Castiel with Castiel’s brother. He feels ridiculously sober all of a sudden and he kind of hates the clarity. “Holy fucking shit,” Dean says, shooting Gabriel a deer in the headlights look. “You can’t fucking tell him.”
”Like I want to explain to him why I thought it would be a good idea to sleep with the boy he’s been pining after for ten years,” Gabriel scoffs. He finally sits up, and gestures vaguely for Dean to pass him his clothes. When Dean does, he starts to get dressed.
”Seriously, Gabriel, you can’t tell him,” Dean says, swallowing thickly. “He doesn’t - he doesn’t need to hear about this. Not from you.”
”Gee,” Gabriel drawls out, glaring at Dean across the room when Dean goes to fetch their shirts from by the door. “Thanks a lot for that, Winchester.”
”Gabriel,” Dean warns.
”Relax,” Gabriel says, rolling his eyes. He pauses to pull his socks and shoes on, tightening the laces on his sneakers. “I’m not going to tell him. I plan on going back to the party and drinking some more, so I probably won’t remember in the morning anyways.”
Dean just stares at him. He hands Gabriel his shirt when the smaller male starts to make grabby motions, and he watches him pull it on. “I’m so fucking screwed,” Dean groans.
”Mmmh,” Gabriel says, grinning lasciviously in response. “But wasn’t it worth it?” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he practically fucking skips out of the room and Dean watches him go.
Pulling on his own shirts, Dean makes his way back over to the bed - to the far side, where it’s dry and clean - and collapses backwards onto the bed. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?