Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down | Gabriel/Sam | NC17
Title: Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gabriel/Sam
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 28. Twilight
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters…
Summary: Gabriel takes Sam to a different kind of bar.
Word Count: 2,535 words
Warnings: Sex between consenting males, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, D/s, possessive!Gabriel, bottom!Sam, mentions crossdressing,
Author Notes: These kind of bars do exist, I worked in one for six months. They're fun, just… don't go alone the first time. *snicker* Title is from an Almodovar film of the same name. Also, this was partially written on a bus and then, once again, in a bank… clearly I have issues about banks.
"If anyone is sparkling in there, I'm going to kick your ass, then stake them." Sam said when he saw the name of the bar that Gabriel had taken him to with a wicked smirk on his lips. Sam absently wondered who the hell would name their bar 'Twilight' and then shuddered at the ideas.
"No one will sparkle… there might be glitter." Gabriel commented absently, then wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "But I doubt it. So, we gonna go in?"
"We're here, aren’t we? Why won't you tell me anything about this place?" Sam asked, looking down at Gabriel, who just carried on grinning.
"If we're going in, we need to be dressed for the part." Gabriel said with a smirk that suddenly made Sam feel very uncomfortable and nervous. With a snap of Gabriel's fingers, Sam also felt colder. Looking down, he yelped and quickly crossed his arms to cover his chest.
"Gabriel!" Sam hissed angrily, narrowing his eyes at Gabriel, who wasn't at all deterred and just leered at Sam, who was now shirtless and had on tight black jeans. Actually, Sam was concerned about sitting down. He'd do himself some damage.
"Relax, Sammy." Gabriel soothed, running a hand up Sam's chest and making Sam glare at him as he tried not to get aroused. There really wasn't any room in the jeans. Sam narrowed his eyes when Gabriel, who was fully dressed Sam noticed, stood against him and ran his hands up Sam's arms, brushing at his neck. He then took a quick step back and once more leered at Sam, making Sam feel suspicious.
Which was apparently not uncalled for, Sam thought, as he brought his hands up to his neck and felt a collar there. Making an indignant noise, Sam narrowed his eyes at Gabriel, who was no longer leering at him, and actually had a serious expression on his face for once.
"Gabe?" Sam asked slowly, looking at his lover warily, wondering what was making Gabriel look so serious. Gabriel looked at him silently for a few seconds, before stepping into Sam's space once more, placing his hands on Sam's chest gently.
"You trust me, right?" Gabriel asked him softly, and Sam looked at him, frowning in confusion but nodding all the same. "I want to show everyone in there who you belong to. But I won't force you to do this, Sam."
"I… What do you mean?" Sam asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, still feeling a little bewildered but also could feel a warm feeling of safety unfurling in his stomach. The same feeling that always gradually built the longer Sam spent in Gabriel's company.
"It's a fetish bar, Sammy. We go in there with you dressed like that, and everyone will know that you belong to me. But, you have to have complete trust in me, Sammy. You've got to trust that I'll protect you and know what it is you need." Gabriel told him gently, and Sam smiled softly, dipping his head down to press a soft, chaste kiss against Gabriel's lips.
"I know you'll keep me safe, Gabriel. I always have and I always will." Sam told him, pressing his forehead against Gabriel's and smiling widely.
"Sammy, you choke me up, you really do." Gabriel said and Sam resisted rolling his eyes. Sometimes Gabriel and Dean were a little too similar in some areas.
"Jerk. So do I get a fancy leash?" Sam asked, pulling back and smirking when Gabriel's eyes darkened. Gabriel clicked his fingers and a thin silver chain was attached to the collar Sam wore. "Bit tame for you, isn't it, Gabriel?"
Sam picked up the delicate looking chain and curled it around his fingers, looking at it closely. He looked up when Gabriel gently tugged it from his fingers and hooked it around his own wrist.
"Kinda looks like you belong to me as well, there." Sam pointed out and Gabriel raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything for or against the statement, which made the breath in Sam's throat catch. "Gabe…"
"It's made of platinum, Sammy. Good enough for ya?" Gabriel asked, once more dropping the serious aura and taking up his more playful one that he normally used around Sam. And everyone they met.
"Knew you wouldn't be able t be understated, Gabriel." Sam said with a fond smile, then pressed another, less chaste kiss to Gabriel's lips. "So we going in?"
"We're going in. And don't worry, no one will sparkle."
"They'd better not."
Sam had lost count of all the shots and cocktails they'd had, though he couldn't help but pout when he'd noticed that Gabriel had somehow made it so he didn't get completely slaughtered.
The one he was currently drinking was giving him some ideas however. Since they'd walked in, Sam blushing a little at the attention he'd received, and then Gabriel had led him by the leash to a booth, and had sat Sam on the inside, before sliding in next to him. Then Gabriel had proceeded to order every cocktail and shot offered, always taking a sip of the cocktails first before he would give it to Sam. Sam refused to admit out loud that it was turning him on even more, but judging by the grin on Gabriel's lips and the hand softly brushing his stomach, Gabriel didn’t need Sam to speak out loud.
"You want a slow comfortable screw against a wall, Sam?" Gabriel asked, deep voice right next to Sam's ear, making Sam's breath hitch. Sam let his head fall back and he whined quietly when Gabriel moved to sit back in his seat, but pushed the tips of his fingers under the waist of Sam's jeans.
"Gabe…" Sam whimpered, not even being able to form a coherent thought to beg Gabriel to do something. "Please."
"Please what, Sammy?" Gabriel asked him, pressing his hand further down Sam's jeans, brushing the skin above his thigh. Sam whimpered and glanced through heavy lids to look at Gabriel, and noticed he wasn't looking at Sam.
Gabriel was looking at someone or something nearer to the bar in front of them, and he had a challenging look on his face. Sam couldn't hold back the moan the escaped when Gabriel smirked at whoever it was at the same time as he finally touched Sam's neglected erection.
"Gabriel!" Sam gasped out, not caring that someone was seemingly watching them, just wanting Gabriel to do something. He finally brought himself to force his eyes open once more and look to where Gabriel was still looking.
A man was leaning against the bar, leering at Sam openly, though occasionally sending a hostile glare at Gabriel. Sam looked away before the man caught his eye and then shifted closer to Gabriel, nuzzling his nose against the skin behind his ear. Gabriel removed his hand from Sam's jeans, making Sam whine into his ear.
"Sam, what do you want?" Gabriel asked, pressing his hand against Sam's crotch, making Sam arch into him with a small gasp.
"Anything." Sam moaned, finally moving his hands from where they'd been gripping the table, and shifting to tug gently at Gabriel's shirt, pushing a hand underneath it to rub against the archangel's overly warm skin. "Please."
"Come on." Gabriel told him, sliding out of the booth and tugging on the leash, getting Sam to follow eagerly behind him. Gabriel led them away from the booth and further towards the back of the main room.
Sam gasped when Gabriel tugged the leash, making him stumble, then shoved Sam against the wall, pressing his own body against Sam's. Sam groaned and moved his hands to tug at Gabriel's hair, then grip his shoulders when Gabriel pressed his lips against Sam's, forcing his tongue past Sam's lips and into his mouth.
Sam grunted and then whined when Gabriel thrust into him, strong hand gripping at his leg and tugging it to wrap around Gabriel's waist. Really, given the height difference between the two, this really shouldn't be as easy as Gabriel was making it look, Sam thought. Then decided he truly didn't care when Gabriel pulled back from the kiss and pressed two of his fingers into Sam's mouth.
"Suck on them." Gabriel ordered, and Sam groaned, lapping at the fingers in his mouth and letting his eyes flutter shut. Though they snapped back open when Gabriel growled and squeezed the thigh he was holding. "Tell me, is he still watching you?"
Sam whined, sucking on the fingers in his mouth whilst writhing and arching, digging his fingers into wherever he could reach on Gabriel, trying to get some friction. A warning squeeze of his thigh reminded him of what Gabriel had asked, and with effort, Sam glanced past Gabriel and saw that the man had moved slightly but was indeed still watching Sam. Sam whined, then nodded, looking back to Gabriel's darkened eyes.
"Good. Let's show him who you belong to." Gabriel hissed, thrusting into Sam just as he pulled both hands away from Sam, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the wall. "Don't move them."
Sam whined when he did indeed try to move then and realised that Gabriel had made it so that he couldn't move them anyway, even if he'd wanted to. "Gabriel…"
"Hush, Sammy." Gabriel muttered, trailing his hands down Sam's chest and letting them rest on Sam's jeans, smirking when Sam tried to press up into him. "Patience…"
"Fucking angels." Sam hissed, then cried out, the noise being drowned out by the music before anyone else would have been able to hear it, when Gabriel chuckled and unbuttoned his jeans. He wrapped his fingers around Sam's erection and slowly began to stroke it, making Sam whimper and try to get closer to Gabriel, whining in the back of his throat when he couldn't.
Gabriel removed his hand from Sam's jeans and pressed a kiss to Sam's mouth, before pulling back and grumbling. "Be a lot easier if you were wearing a skirt." Sam didn't allow himself to think how much that statement actually turned him on, and just shifted instead, trying to get Gabriel to touch him again. Really, he didn't care how, just so long as he did. He gasped when Gabriel tugged Sam's jeans down as far as they'd go, considering Sam still had a leg wrapped around Gabriel, and pressed a lubed finger against him.
Sam jerked and then groaned, eyes rolling back and his eyes shutting when Gabriel thrust the first finger into him roughly, twisting it and bending the finger. Sam's knee gave up when Gabriel pushed a second finger in, scissoring them and finding that spot that made sparks flash across Sam's eyes. Gabriel added a third finger, stretching Sam carefully but quickly, kissing Sam to swallow the moans and whimpers, before he finally pulled his fingers out and pulled back slightly to look Sam in the eye.
Gabriel finally unfastened his own trousers, not removing eye contact with Sam, and smoothed the rest of the lube (which Sam had no clue where it'd come from) over his erection, before he helped Sam wrap his other leg around his waist. Sam's breath hitched and he forced himself to relax when Gabriel slowly breached him and started to push in.
Sam felt Gabriel groan against his throat when he finally bottomed out and Sam shifted and thrust down after Gabriel had paused to allow Sam to relax, to get him to move once more. Which was all Gabriel needed to pull almost all the way out and then slam back into Sam, forcing a cry of pleasure out of Sam, and for him to tighten his legs around Gabriel's waist.
Gabriel continued the punishing pace, hitting Sam's prostate on nearly every thrust and making Sam soon lose all ability to do anything other than trust Gabriel not to drop him and enjoy the ride. All sense of coherency was thrown out of the window and Sam gasped and moaned at every thrust, knowing that the grip Gabriel had on his hips was going to bruise and relishing in it.
As he felt his orgasm approaching, Sam tugged at the invisible restraints holding his hands to the wall, and moaned loudly, legs tightening even more and pulling Gabriel deeper into him. Gabriel bit down on the flesh of Sam's shoulder, and clicked his fingers, allowing Sam to drop his arms to wrap around Gabriel's neck. He then tugged at Gabriel's hair and drew the archangel into a kiss, crying out against his lips as his orgasm crashed over him. Gabriel thrust twice more into Sam before his own climax hit and he groaned against Sam's lips, pulling back slightly and moving to rest his head in the crook of Sam's shoulder and neck.
Sam hissed when Gabriel slowly pulled out of him, and gently lowered Sam's legs back to the floor, tugging up his trousers and tucking Sam back in. Sam just slumped heavily against the wall, trusting Gabriel to take care of him, watching his lover through his eyelashes.
"Are you taller?" Sam finally managed to gasp out, once he no longer felt like Gabriel had fucked the ability to talk out of him, opening his eyes slightly to look at Gabriel, not even bothering to look if the other man was still watching.
"You wanted to be fucked against a wall. Being a foot shorter than you would have made that difficult." Gabriel muttered back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Sam's mouth before nuzzling into skin below the collar Sam was wearing.
"We should really come here again." Sam murmured, letting his head fall back against the wall, humming contentedly as Gabriel nuzzled his throat whilst snapping his fingers and getting rid of any mess.
"We will. There are rooms I have yet to introduce you to. And did you notice there weren't an sparkling vampires?" Gabriel asked as he gently sorted himself out, pressing kisses randomly on Sam's chest. Sam chuckled and nodded his head, lethargically moving his hands to twine his fingers into Gabriel's hair.
"That girl over there should cut back on the glitter though." Sam muttered, and Gabriel chuckled deeply, pressed a sharp kiss to Sam's lips then gave the leash a gentle tug.
"Let's get back to the motel. Dean will probably wake you up early tomorrow morning."
"Bastard."
End Note: So… there will be a second part to this… because the original version of this was way longer and er… well it just worked as two fics. So yeah. Oh, and of_red_clouds, contrary to past conversations, I've never used the term 'throbbing member'. *snicker* Just in case you were looking for it or something… *grin*
Also, reading through this, I realised the folly of writing porn in a public place when having to keep an eye on when your stop is coming up and/or waiting for the damned manager to get a move on. Should you notice that Sam has more limbs than he should have… please tell me. No matter how much fun Gabriel would probably have with a three armed Sam. *blush*
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gabriel/Sam
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt: 28. Twilight
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters…
Summary: Gabriel takes Sam to a different kind of bar.
Word Count: 2,535 words
Warnings: Sex between consenting males, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, D/s, possessive!Gabriel, bottom!Sam, mentions crossdressing,
Author Notes: These kind of bars do exist, I worked in one for six months. They're fun, just… don't go alone the first time. *snicker* Title is from an Almodovar film of the same name. Also, this was partially written on a bus and then, once again, in a bank… clearly I have issues about banks.
"If anyone is sparkling in there, I'm going to kick your ass, then stake them." Sam said when he saw the name of the bar that Gabriel had taken him to with a wicked smirk on his lips. Sam absently wondered who the hell would name their bar 'Twilight' and then shuddered at the ideas.
"No one will sparkle… there might be glitter." Gabriel commented absently, then wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "But I doubt it. So, we gonna go in?"
"We're here, aren’t we? Why won't you tell me anything about this place?" Sam asked, looking down at Gabriel, who just carried on grinning.
"If we're going in, we need to be dressed for the part." Gabriel said with a smirk that suddenly made Sam feel very uncomfortable and nervous. With a snap of Gabriel's fingers, Sam also felt colder. Looking down, he yelped and quickly crossed his arms to cover his chest.
"Gabriel!" Sam hissed angrily, narrowing his eyes at Gabriel, who wasn't at all deterred and just leered at Sam, who was now shirtless and had on tight black jeans. Actually, Sam was concerned about sitting down. He'd do himself some damage.
"Relax, Sammy." Gabriel soothed, running a hand up Sam's chest and making Sam glare at him as he tried not to get aroused. There really wasn't any room in the jeans. Sam narrowed his eyes when Gabriel, who was fully dressed Sam noticed, stood against him and ran his hands up Sam's arms, brushing at his neck. He then took a quick step back and once more leered at Sam, making Sam feel suspicious.
Which was apparently not uncalled for, Sam thought, as he brought his hands up to his neck and felt a collar there. Making an indignant noise, Sam narrowed his eyes at Gabriel, who was no longer leering at him, and actually had a serious expression on his face for once.
"Gabe?" Sam asked slowly, looking at his lover warily, wondering what was making Gabriel look so serious. Gabriel looked at him silently for a few seconds, before stepping into Sam's space once more, placing his hands on Sam's chest gently.
"You trust me, right?" Gabriel asked him softly, and Sam looked at him, frowning in confusion but nodding all the same. "I want to show everyone in there who you belong to. But I won't force you to do this, Sam."
"I… What do you mean?" Sam asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, still feeling a little bewildered but also could feel a warm feeling of safety unfurling in his stomach. The same feeling that always gradually built the longer Sam spent in Gabriel's company.
"It's a fetish bar, Sammy. We go in there with you dressed like that, and everyone will know that you belong to me. But, you have to have complete trust in me, Sammy. You've got to trust that I'll protect you and know what it is you need." Gabriel told him gently, and Sam smiled softly, dipping his head down to press a soft, chaste kiss against Gabriel's lips.
"I know you'll keep me safe, Gabriel. I always have and I always will." Sam told him, pressing his forehead against Gabriel's and smiling widely.
"Sammy, you choke me up, you really do." Gabriel said and Sam resisted rolling his eyes. Sometimes Gabriel and Dean were a little too similar in some areas.
"Jerk. So do I get a fancy leash?" Sam asked, pulling back and smirking when Gabriel's eyes darkened. Gabriel clicked his fingers and a thin silver chain was attached to the collar Sam wore. "Bit tame for you, isn't it, Gabriel?"
Sam picked up the delicate looking chain and curled it around his fingers, looking at it closely. He looked up when Gabriel gently tugged it from his fingers and hooked it around his own wrist.
"Kinda looks like you belong to me as well, there." Sam pointed out and Gabriel raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything for or against the statement, which made the breath in Sam's throat catch. "Gabe…"
"It's made of platinum, Sammy. Good enough for ya?" Gabriel asked, once more dropping the serious aura and taking up his more playful one that he normally used around Sam. And everyone they met.
"Knew you wouldn't be able t be understated, Gabriel." Sam said with a fond smile, then pressed another, less chaste kiss to Gabriel's lips. "So we going in?"
"We're going in. And don't worry, no one will sparkle."
"They'd better not."
Sam had lost count of all the shots and cocktails they'd had, though he couldn't help but pout when he'd noticed that Gabriel had somehow made it so he didn't get completely slaughtered.
The one he was currently drinking was giving him some ideas however. Since they'd walked in, Sam blushing a little at the attention he'd received, and then Gabriel had led him by the leash to a booth, and had sat Sam on the inside, before sliding in next to him. Then Gabriel had proceeded to order every cocktail and shot offered, always taking a sip of the cocktails first before he would give it to Sam. Sam refused to admit out loud that it was turning him on even more, but judging by the grin on Gabriel's lips and the hand softly brushing his stomach, Gabriel didn’t need Sam to speak out loud.
"You want a slow comfortable screw against a wall, Sam?" Gabriel asked, deep voice right next to Sam's ear, making Sam's breath hitch. Sam let his head fall back and he whined quietly when Gabriel moved to sit back in his seat, but pushed the tips of his fingers under the waist of Sam's jeans.
"Gabe…" Sam whimpered, not even being able to form a coherent thought to beg Gabriel to do something. "Please."
"Please what, Sammy?" Gabriel asked him, pressing his hand further down Sam's jeans, brushing the skin above his thigh. Sam whimpered and glanced through heavy lids to look at Gabriel, and noticed he wasn't looking at Sam.
Gabriel was looking at someone or something nearer to the bar in front of them, and he had a challenging look on his face. Sam couldn't hold back the moan the escaped when Gabriel smirked at whoever it was at the same time as he finally touched Sam's neglected erection.
"Gabriel!" Sam gasped out, not caring that someone was seemingly watching them, just wanting Gabriel to do something. He finally brought himself to force his eyes open once more and look to where Gabriel was still looking.
A man was leaning against the bar, leering at Sam openly, though occasionally sending a hostile glare at Gabriel. Sam looked away before the man caught his eye and then shifted closer to Gabriel, nuzzling his nose against the skin behind his ear. Gabriel removed his hand from Sam's jeans, making Sam whine into his ear.
"Sam, what do you want?" Gabriel asked, pressing his hand against Sam's crotch, making Sam arch into him with a small gasp.
"Anything." Sam moaned, finally moving his hands from where they'd been gripping the table, and shifting to tug gently at Gabriel's shirt, pushing a hand underneath it to rub against the archangel's overly warm skin. "Please."
"Come on." Gabriel told him, sliding out of the booth and tugging on the leash, getting Sam to follow eagerly behind him. Gabriel led them away from the booth and further towards the back of the main room.
Sam gasped when Gabriel tugged the leash, making him stumble, then shoved Sam against the wall, pressing his own body against Sam's. Sam groaned and moved his hands to tug at Gabriel's hair, then grip his shoulders when Gabriel pressed his lips against Sam's, forcing his tongue past Sam's lips and into his mouth.
Sam grunted and then whined when Gabriel thrust into him, strong hand gripping at his leg and tugging it to wrap around Gabriel's waist. Really, given the height difference between the two, this really shouldn't be as easy as Gabriel was making it look, Sam thought. Then decided he truly didn't care when Gabriel pulled back from the kiss and pressed two of his fingers into Sam's mouth.
"Suck on them." Gabriel ordered, and Sam groaned, lapping at the fingers in his mouth and letting his eyes flutter shut. Though they snapped back open when Gabriel growled and squeezed the thigh he was holding. "Tell me, is he still watching you?"
Sam whined, sucking on the fingers in his mouth whilst writhing and arching, digging his fingers into wherever he could reach on Gabriel, trying to get some friction. A warning squeeze of his thigh reminded him of what Gabriel had asked, and with effort, Sam glanced past Gabriel and saw that the man had moved slightly but was indeed still watching Sam. Sam whined, then nodded, looking back to Gabriel's darkened eyes.
"Good. Let's show him who you belong to." Gabriel hissed, thrusting into Sam just as he pulled both hands away from Sam, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the wall. "Don't move them."
Sam whined when he did indeed try to move then and realised that Gabriel had made it so that he couldn't move them anyway, even if he'd wanted to. "Gabriel…"
"Hush, Sammy." Gabriel muttered, trailing his hands down Sam's chest and letting them rest on Sam's jeans, smirking when Sam tried to press up into him. "Patience…"
"Fucking angels." Sam hissed, then cried out, the noise being drowned out by the music before anyone else would have been able to hear it, when Gabriel chuckled and unbuttoned his jeans. He wrapped his fingers around Sam's erection and slowly began to stroke it, making Sam whimper and try to get closer to Gabriel, whining in the back of his throat when he couldn't.
Gabriel removed his hand from Sam's jeans and pressed a kiss to Sam's mouth, before pulling back and grumbling. "Be a lot easier if you were wearing a skirt." Sam didn't allow himself to think how much that statement actually turned him on, and just shifted instead, trying to get Gabriel to touch him again. Really, he didn't care how, just so long as he did. He gasped when Gabriel tugged Sam's jeans down as far as they'd go, considering Sam still had a leg wrapped around Gabriel, and pressed a lubed finger against him.
Sam jerked and then groaned, eyes rolling back and his eyes shutting when Gabriel thrust the first finger into him roughly, twisting it and bending the finger. Sam's knee gave up when Gabriel pushed a second finger in, scissoring them and finding that spot that made sparks flash across Sam's eyes. Gabriel added a third finger, stretching Sam carefully but quickly, kissing Sam to swallow the moans and whimpers, before he finally pulled his fingers out and pulled back slightly to look Sam in the eye.
Gabriel finally unfastened his own trousers, not removing eye contact with Sam, and smoothed the rest of the lube (which Sam had no clue where it'd come from) over his erection, before he helped Sam wrap his other leg around his waist. Sam's breath hitched and he forced himself to relax when Gabriel slowly breached him and started to push in.
Sam felt Gabriel groan against his throat when he finally bottomed out and Sam shifted and thrust down after Gabriel had paused to allow Sam to relax, to get him to move once more. Which was all Gabriel needed to pull almost all the way out and then slam back into Sam, forcing a cry of pleasure out of Sam, and for him to tighten his legs around Gabriel's waist.
Gabriel continued the punishing pace, hitting Sam's prostate on nearly every thrust and making Sam soon lose all ability to do anything other than trust Gabriel not to drop him and enjoy the ride. All sense of coherency was thrown out of the window and Sam gasped and moaned at every thrust, knowing that the grip Gabriel had on his hips was going to bruise and relishing in it.
As he felt his orgasm approaching, Sam tugged at the invisible restraints holding his hands to the wall, and moaned loudly, legs tightening even more and pulling Gabriel deeper into him. Gabriel bit down on the flesh of Sam's shoulder, and clicked his fingers, allowing Sam to drop his arms to wrap around Gabriel's neck. He then tugged at Gabriel's hair and drew the archangel into a kiss, crying out against his lips as his orgasm crashed over him. Gabriel thrust twice more into Sam before his own climax hit and he groaned against Sam's lips, pulling back slightly and moving to rest his head in the crook of Sam's shoulder and neck.
Sam hissed when Gabriel slowly pulled out of him, and gently lowered Sam's legs back to the floor, tugging up his trousers and tucking Sam back in. Sam just slumped heavily against the wall, trusting Gabriel to take care of him, watching his lover through his eyelashes.
"Are you taller?" Sam finally managed to gasp out, once he no longer felt like Gabriel had fucked the ability to talk out of him, opening his eyes slightly to look at Gabriel, not even bothering to look if the other man was still watching.
"You wanted to be fucked against a wall. Being a foot shorter than you would have made that difficult." Gabriel muttered back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Sam's mouth before nuzzling into skin below the collar Sam was wearing.
"We should really come here again." Sam murmured, letting his head fall back against the wall, humming contentedly as Gabriel nuzzled his throat whilst snapping his fingers and getting rid of any mess.
"We will. There are rooms I have yet to introduce you to. And did you notice there weren't an sparkling vampires?" Gabriel asked as he gently sorted himself out, pressing kisses randomly on Sam's chest. Sam chuckled and nodded his head, lethargically moving his hands to twine his fingers into Gabriel's hair.
"That girl over there should cut back on the glitter though." Sam muttered, and Gabriel chuckled deeply, pressed a sharp kiss to Sam's lips then gave the leash a gentle tug.
"Let's get back to the motel. Dean will probably wake you up early tomorrow morning."
"Bastard."
End Note: So… there will be a second part to this… because the original version of this was way longer and er… well it just worked as two fics. So yeah. Oh, and of_red_clouds, contrary to past conversations, I've never used the term 'throbbing member'. *snicker* Just in case you were looking for it or something… *grin*
Also, reading through this, I realised the folly of writing porn in a public place when having to keep an eye on when your stop is coming up and/or waiting for the damned manager to get a move on. Should you notice that Sam has more limbs than he should have… please tell me. No matter how much fun Gabriel would probably have with a three armed Sam. *blush*