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As he was maneuvered into the motel room and onto the bed, Sam had a brief moment of sanity and stopped the kissing. "Dean."
"So not your brother."
When Gabriel pulled back, frowning, the room swirled and Sam slurred out, "He'll come back."
A snap of finger and thumb which Sam took to mean...something...and Gabriel was kissing him again.
"...k."
As he was rolled out of his clothes and hot skin met hot skin, he remembered drinking a lot and then Gabriel had come into the bar and there had been waggling eyebrows and innuendos and...It was familiar. This wasn't new. Right. Lovers. Gabriel and Sam sitting in a...
"Stop thinking," Gabriel growled as he slid down Sam's quivering body and wrapped a hand around his really hard cock. "How about I just blow your mind and that'll shut you up?"
"...k."
Oh...that tongue could do things down there, too...
*****
Sam awoke to a pounding head and an aching ass. He felt raw all over and his stomach rolled. As he lay there groaning, one arm over his burning eyes, he felt someone stir next to him, and stilled, trying to remember.
...
Nothing.
Shit.
He'd gotten drunk and picked up some random chick...guy...That was definitely a guy's dick against his thigh.
Shit.
Gabriel was going to kill him.
"Nah, though remind me not to let you try to drink me under the table again. I had to do all the work as you just lay there grinning like a drunken idiot. Which you were."
Relief flooded him and Sam forced one eye open to peer through his spread fingers at his lover who was smirking down at him. "...k."
End
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