low_key_angel | A Choice

New to doing this with guys. The realization hit Gabriel like a thunderbolt and he wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him closer, kissing his hair. "Ah hell, Sammy. If you need to, you tell me, okay? I'm good with both."

Anything, as long as he can touch Sam like this, feel warm skin beneath his hands.

Gabriel kissed him again, a soft groan escaping him as he slid his hands down to Sam's waist.

He settled his arms around Gabriel's shoulders when he was pulled in even closer, arching up against him. Trying to show him it was fine, that he was fine. He wasn't sure his nerves would settle much tonight, not with the circumstances being what they were.

Though the kiss? Definitely helping. He let out a soft noise of his own against his mouth. "I'm good," he murmured against his lips. "Just keep going. Let you know if we need to stop."

This was wrong. He shouldn't be doing this, but with warm lips pressed against his, Gabriel couldn't stop himself. Another kiss, another murmured word of affection and he slowly pressed Sam back onto the bed.

"Okay Sam. You tell me if we need to. I'll go easy."

Slowly he tugged off Sam's jeans, leaving his underwear on and taking a moment to run his fingers down all that bared skin. He was already so hard it hurt, straining his jeans, but he'd give Sam what time he could to get used to things.

It was wrong. The whole situation was messed up and Sam really shouldn't be dragging anyone else along for the ride, shouldn't have let Lucifer put anyone else in this position. That didn't stop him from returning those kisses, shivering at the affection.

Sam was far from a virgin, but he really can't remember the last time he's done this with someone who's seemed to care this much. Ruby hadn't really given a crap about him, the random hook ups here and there didn't care about him for more than a night. He can't remember the last time he's taken the time to really go slow and enjoy this.

Shifting underneath him, he lifted his hips to help him take off his jeans before settling back on the bed. He laid back, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over the angel above him. While he might resent the circumstances that led them here, his body was more than eagerly responding to the attention. He was hard already and glad to be rid of his jeans, breathing heavier still.

He moved in to work his mouth over Gabriel's neck, wanting to taste more of him, explore more while he could. Reaching between them, he palmed him through his jeans. The motion was a little awkward, not used to doing this to another guy, but there wasn't any hesitation there. "I'm not gonna break... stop worrying," he murmured, trying to reassure him.

Gabriel couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate Sam beneath him like that. Skin flushed, lips red and appealing, and hard. He was about to respond when Sam palmed over him, heat and friction right where he needed it. A shaky laugh as he kissed along his shoulder and along the line of his collarbone.

He really was that breakable, and Gabriel couldn't forget that. Sam was mortal, fragile and however this played out, he had to keep him safe. Protect him.

"So I'm a worrier," he slid a hand beneath the waistband to wrap firmly around warm, heavy skin. "Sue me."

The first touch of his hand stole a soft groan from him, Sam tilting his face in to press against his neck. He rolled his hips slowly into the touch as his teeth raked over his skin lightly. For a moment, he just let himself get lost in those touches, enjoy the feel of his mouth on his skin and his hand on him.

Though soon, he moved to undo Gabriel's jeans, pushing at them to get them down.

"Never would've pegged you as a worrier," he murmured, moving his head to chase him for a passionate kiss. He bit at his lower lip playfully, tugging at it. "God... keep going."

The drag of teeth along his skin steals a groan from Gabriel. He stroked him firmly, only shifting away when Sam started tugging at his jeans. The circumstances sucked, and he couldn't begun to guess what the consequences would be, but for the moment he didn't care. Not with Sam shoving up into his hand like that.

"Guess I'm full of surprises today, hm?"

Wiggling free of his jeans, Gabriel knelt between his legs, kissing the hollow of his hip before sliding his shorts down and off.

Oh Father help him. Sam is perfect. Beautiful. All long lines and curves of muscle.

A jolt wet right through him at the sight of Gabriel knelt between his legs, kissing over his hips as he pulled his boxers down. He had a feeling this shouldn't be so hot, but it was... and if they were being forced to do it like this, then they should get to enjoy it at least, right?

One hand moved down to tangle through the angel's hair, brushing it back from his face. He shifted underneath him slightly, eyes raking over him. "Guess you are..."

And he was finding he didn't dislike the surprises so far.

An impatient flux of his brother's grace is all the warning Gabriel thinks they're going to get. But none of that matters, not with the way Sam is looking at him. Sure it was coerced, but it was something he never thought he'd have.

"You have no idea how special you are," he whispered, kissing his hip and stroking him firmly. "How bright you shine."

He dipped his head forward, kissing the warm, smooth head before opening his mouth and taking him all the way in.

He doesn't know how long they've got and he doesn't really want to piss Lucifer off... but it's hard to protest when Gabriel is looking at him like that, touching him like that. The words are what get his breath to hitch and get him to swallow nervously though. "I'm-- dammit."

It's hard to argue when he has Gabriel's mouth sliding all the way down his length. His head falls back, a low groan leaving him. He bit his lower lip, muscles tensing slightly at the jolt of pleasure going along his nerves. "God, you don't have to..."

Good way to silence an argument, and Gabriel can't help but smile as he drags his tongue along Sam's cock. So maybe he'd thought about peeling Sam's jeans off and doing just this before, but it was also an effective distraction as he used his free hand to spread Sam's legs a little wider.

"I know. Want to though."

Another moment of simply savoring Sam's reaction before Gabriel started to stroke his inner thigh. "This might feel kinda weird at first. Just.. just breathe."

Slowly he pressed a magically slicked up finger against his entrance.

Okay, yeah. Good way to stop an argument because Sam couldn't focus on anything but the sight of Gabriel between his legs and the feel of that mouth working him over. He bit at his lower lip to stifle another moan as he tangled his fingers tighter through his hair, not pushing or guiding, but holding on.

"Yeah..." His legs spread easily, welcoming what was going to come next. He could do this. He wanted to because this was a hell of a lot easier than any other option. He got save Gabriel along with it and that was important to him.

He tilted his head back, making himself relax against the finger. Weird, yeah, but it wasn't all that uncomfortable. He could handle it.

When there was no initial protest, no tension at the slow stroke, Gabriel slid his finger slowly inside Sam. Legs spread easily, relaxing into him, it was almost too easy to pretend that Sam wanted this too, that it was just the two of them without the impeding threat of an apocalypse.

Impatient brother be damned, he wasn't going to rush Sam, had no intention of hurting him.

First one finger, then another as he began to relax into his touch.

"Y'okay?" He asked breathlessly.

It was a strange feeling -- not exactly pleasant or anything, but not painful so long as he stayed relaxed. He could handle some burning as muscles stretched in ways they weren't used to. He could handle all of this, especially when Gabriel sounded like that. He licked his lips, nodding. "Yeah... yeah, keep going."

His own voice was breathless, rough, as he tentatively rolled his hips, urging his body to adjust to the intrusion further. "Oh god..."

If the circumstances were better, he'd probably have teased Sam about using his own father's name during an intimidate moment. But the rough sound of Sam's voice, the way he moved into his fingers.. it was enough to unravel him completely.
He dragged his tongue along him. "That's it.."

Shifting his position, Gabriel raised to kiss him gently. "You're gonna be okay, Sam. Promise."

If Sam could actually think clearly, he might have realized that wasn't exactly appropriate when he was in bed with an angel, but it was hard to focus beyond Gabriel's mouth moving over his cock, his fingers buried inside him.

And then it was time for more, huh? Sam brought up a hand to rest at the side of Gabriel's face, returning the kiss as he spread his legs wider. "You don't have to protect me," he reminded, again, softly.

"And it's okay... I want more. I want you." He was more than ready for more, even if it was something he wasn't experienced in. He was beyond turned on though and it was obvious Gabriel wanted more too.

Not that Gabriel have a happy damn about appropriate, even at the best of times. He let himself sink into that gentle kiss, the warm feel of his hand on his cheek.

He was working a third finger in when Sam spoke again and startled, Gabriel's eyes found his. He wasn't lying, there was only heat and want behind his eyes and it shocked gabriel to his core.

"Want you too Sam. So much."

The third finger was more than a little uncomfortable, but it was to be expected. His first time doing this and he wasn't used to it. It didn't make him want more any less, especially when Gabriel was being honest here. He could tell by the look on his face that he was telling the truth - heard the proof of it earlier.

His hands smoothed down over his back, pulling him even closer as he pushed against his fingers again, trying to take him in deeper. He panted against Gabriel's lips, blunt nails dug into his shoulders. "So take it, c'mon."

Not for the first time Gabriel damned himself for being weak, for not being able to stop this. But with Sam beneath him, encouraging him to more, he can't. Heaven forgive him, he can't.

"I love you Sam," he murmured, slowly withdrawing his fingers and slicking himself up. "Gonna go slow, okay? Just.. just breathe."

And with another kiss, Gabriel lined himself up and slowly started to work his way in.

Sam's turn to give a wide-eyed look because this time, he actually said it. Gabriel actually said he loved him. He smiled a little despite himself. He didn't understand it. Didn't get why he ever would, but it was surprisingly nice to hear anyway. His arms wrapped around Gabriel's shoulders and he leaned up to kiss him again.

It was distracting enough for when he finally started to push in. He groaned lowly, his body stretching even wider around Gabriel. He breathed his name against his lips as one hand slipped down lower on the angel's back, pressing against the small of it to encourage him to keep going.

He didn't have to say it back. It was okay. That wondering smile as he pulled him into a kiss, the way he whispered his name, maybe he could allow himself to believe that this really would be okay. That Sam wouldn't hate him for this. He didn't have to love him back. It would be enough if he just understood.

Slow and easy, Gabriel didn't stop until he was fully sheathed in Sam, wrapped in warm, snug heat. Tipping his forehead to Sam's, Gabriel took a moment to breathe. "Sam.."

Sam wouldn't hate him anyway. Whatever he felt, he hadn't asked for this. This was Lucifer's doing... and really, when it came down to this or the apocalypse, the choice had been way too easy to make. He wasn't used to saying those words though, not even to his own brother, and he was feeling too confused to know anything for sure.

They'd handle this later, like he said.

Right now, his focus was solely on how Gabriel felt against him, inside him. He felt stretched and full, almost too much. He was panting, breath hitching. Even with Gabriel staying still, it still felt overwhelming for a moment. The sound of his name drew him back into the moment though and his turned his attention to Gabriel. His thighs tightened around his hips and he rolled his own up. "Damn... that's-- different."

And not bad, the more he got used to it.

He'd deal with the consequences of what they were doing later. If Sam wanted anything to do with him at all, then he'd be there. But he'd let Sam make that call.

Later. Because right now, his focus is narrowed down to the bed to the warm, snug heat wrapped around him and the cadence of Sam's breath. Gabriel caught him in a slow kiss, chuckling against his lips as he drew back, slowly pushing back into him.

Sam. Wonderful, brave, kind Sam. As he started to set an easy pace, Gabriel didn't hold back, didn't hide anything. If anyone deserved to know that they were cared for, it was Sam.

Sam had been prepared for sex, to fuck, to keep it impersonal because even though it wasn't how he preferred things to be. He wasn't ever as big on hooking up as Dean was, on one night stands. Considering the circumstances, he thought that's how this would be though. It wasn't at all and Sam was a little bit speechless on how to deal with it.

Gabriel was taking his time, showing it meant something.

Sam was pretty sure he kinda didn't deserve it, all things considered, but he was drinking it up for the moment. It made being in a vulnerable position strangely more tolerable. His own hands moved restlessly over Gabriel, pulling him closer, holding him near as he started to follow the rhythm Gabriel was setting. He pressed his face against Gabriel's neck to muffle whatever noises rose up.

"Sam." Gabriel whispered his name like a prayer, rocking into him with a groan. He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to be this close to Sam again, so he had every intention of showing him while he could, that he was loved. That someone, who wasn't his brother, cared about him more than anything in the world.

His vessel was smaller than Sam, but he still managed to hold him close, fingers stroking through his hair as he moved over him.

Gabriel doesn't remember calling his wings, but it was another way to gather Sam close, cradle him in warmth and affection, soft bronze and gold feathers brushing along his skin.

Rings of the Horsemen. They'll open the Cage. I'll help you shove him back in. A subtle thought planted directly into Sam.s mind. Because even with the Apocalypse off the table, Lucifer had to be contained.

A Choice

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