fromfryingpantofire | I can't stand to fly/I'm not that naïve/I'm just out to find/The better part of me

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I can't stand to fly/I'm not that naïve/I'm just out to find/The better part of me

Sam needed some air.

Ever since he'd been hit by this curse, his brother was alternately even more stifling than usual and giving him all sorts of shit over it. Bobby had pointed out, gently, that this was his brother handling things badly, as usual. Which Sam couldn't disagree with, but it did mean that he needed to take a walk away from Bobby's house and out beyond the junkyard toward the fishing pond.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling the weight of the two extra appendages there -- a set of brown and golden wings whose span was easily three times his own height. The curse had given them to him, had at least changed his body so that it accepted them as though he had always had them. It was just...awkward.

Especially when, as now, there seemed to be an itch just beneath his shoulder blade and he really, really couldn't reach it.

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Sam glanced over his shoulder, his wings stretching out slightly. "They're...not terrible. I mean, it's not something I'd want all the time because they're also kind of a pain in the ass and I can't sleep any way other than on my stomach, but...I liked the flying. And this seems to be...pretty damned good so far." He let his hands move up, playing along the places where each of Gabriel's wings joined his body. "For short amounts of time, with you? I don't think I'd complain."

Gabriel nods at Sam's assessment of wings. Most of the time they were a pain in the ass, which is why angels tended to keep theirs folded away. Sleeping, walking, and Dad forbid, traveling in cars would be a hassle. But there were other perks, like the ones that had his wings pressing against Sam's eagerly.

"Mhm. Think we could make it an 'every once in a while' event. Maybe when I can steal you away for a weekend between jobs."

And while the wingplay was amazing, Gabriel wanted more and slid one hand to the front of Sam's jeans, popping the button and tugging on the zipper.

"As long as we give Dean some warning." Because while the short jaunts weren't an issue, an entire weekend would worry the hell out of his brother.

He groaned as the zipper came down, allowing his jeans to open and release the pressure on his cock. "Surprised you aren't just snapping them away." Especially since Gabriel's shirt was still on with his wings. Though he figured Gabriel had a handle on that one.

"Yes, we'll give him plenty of warning so he doesn't stroke out." Dean was a mother hen of the highest order and he'd already been given the 'hurt Sammy and I'll rip your lungs out and deep fry all six wings' speech more than once.

With a wink, he shoved his hand down the front of Sam's jeans to palm him through the thin fabric of his underwear. "Is that a request? Cause I can sure handle one like that."

He was really going to give Gabriel some sort of smart remark. But then Gabriel's hand was on him and it took a few moments to remember anything with the way that his brain short circuited.

It took a little while for him to remember what he was going to say between the groans. "I'm more thinking...about how to get clothing off of you." Since Gabriel hadn't lost his shirt when the wings came in. Not like Sam had had to do for the last several days.

And judging from the very satisfied smirk on his face? That's just how Gabriel had planned it. He shifted his hand to keep a steady press along Sam while nuzzling his jaw.

"Well if you want naked, I can totally do naked." No snap this time, no fanfare. Just one moment Gabriel is fully clothed and the next he's not.

"I am definitely not complaining about naked." And definitely wasn't complaining about the fact that Gabriel didn't snap because that would have meant taking his hand away from where Sam was quite happy it was.

Lack of clothing meant that Sam could get his hands on Gabriel's body, not just his wings, reaching out to run his hands over Gabriel's chest, not quite down to his hips and back up.

Gabriel laughs against his neck, shifting his grip to stroke along Sam's length. And without pesky clothes in the way, hands could drift along bare skin, warm wings and back again. "I didn't think you were," he grins wickedly. His wings shifted to stroke along Sam's before leaning for another kiss.

Sam's wings push back, stroking as well as he leans his head back, making more room for Gabriel to explore. His hands were busy exploring Gabriel's body, not quite long enough to comfortably reach Gabriel's dick at this angle.

Well, he'd just make it up to him later.

It's more than enough that Sam can stroke along his body and his wings, really. His grace sings with every touch and their wings tangle together, sending sparks of pleasure shivering down his vessel.

Sam always was a quick study. "Might need to put these away," he panted against his lips. "Unless you want to pin me to the wall like an oversized butterfly."

Which he totally wouldn't mind.

Sam hummed, fingers moving up to stroke along the spot where the smallest wings met Gabriel's body. They seemed to be the most sensitive. "You think you can keep yourself up while I fuck you against the wall?" he asked. "Or I could pin you down to the bed. Hands and knees would work fine."

And it would give him the entire expanse of Gabriel's back and wings to touch and stroke. But he really found himself wanting to be buried inside Gabriel's body as he did so.

Both suggestions sound perfect to Gabriel and he's about to tell him as much when Sam starts stroking along his smaller set of tertiary wings and all he can do is groan into another deep kiss.

Gabriel slides his fingers deep into Sam's wings, stroking the soft, downy feathers along the base of each one. "First one and then the other? I want you to fuck me with your hands in my wings, Sammy."

Sam groans, pushing against Gabriel as he licks his lips. Then he bends, wrapping his arms around the other man and picking him up. "Legs around my waist," he murmurs, nipping at Gabriel's bottom lip. "And grab the lube."

Easier for an archangel than for Sam at the moment, considering his hands are full of said archangel.

Grab it? Forget that. Gabriel simply pulls a bottle out of thin air, his arms draping over Sam's shoulders as he's easily lifted and carried in the direction of the closest wall where his wings flatten out so Sam can pin him against the wall.

Once Sam has him firmly pressed in, Gabriel hikes up his leg to reach down and slick himself up.

Sam pushes Gabriel up against the wall, pinning him there with his hips as he reaches up to run his fingers over the long primaries of the largest wings. His own wings curl forward, stroking along the the upper curve. "Really should do wall sex more often." Except most of the hotels where Sam stays don't really have the best walls. And he and Gabriel can be pretty...active.

Gabriel gives a breathy laugh, head tipping back against the wall as he works himself open and Sam continues to stroke along his wings. Oh he really should have brought out his wings during sex sooner because the twin sensations were enough to short out what little thought he had left.

"Pretty sure we'd wind up taking one or two out in the process." Or emotionally scar Dean forever with the noise and rattling.

.. so it could be worth it.

"Mmm. You could fix them." Or, better yet, take them someplace else where they won't have to worry about the walls.

He lets his fingers drift down from Gabriel's wings along his side to stroke against his hip. "Not sure how much more patient I can be." He's been hard for a while now and wants nothing more than to bury himself in Gabriel's warmth.

"And miss out on watching Dean twitch over his morning coffee? Where's the fun in that?"

Reaching down, Gabriel passed his slick hand over Sam and shifted to help him line himself up. "Have I mentioned how much I like it when you're bossy?"

"Mmm. The fun comes from neither of us having to be quiet." Sam held on to Gabriel's hips, controlling the slow drop onto his cock. "I love it when you let me be bossy. Or at least let me think I'm in control."

Gabriel was powerful enough to be able to stop him any time he wanted to. Which gave Sam a lot of peace of mind that he couldn't actually hurt the other man. Gave him a lot of leeway in what he felt okay doing.

"Don't have to worry about that here." And he had no problem moaning as he slowly rocked down against that delicious heat. "Mm. There's nothing hotter than being manhandled by my favorite - ahfuck - hunter."

Sam loved to take control and frankly? It was nice to simply surrender that control over to Sam. Sure he could stop it at any time, do whatever he damn well pleased really, but it was something they both enjoyed too much to bother changing. Gabriel would cheerfully submit to Sam in bed because he trusted him and Sam would never take advantage.

Sam's wings spread to their full span as Gabriel settled on him, Sam's head falling back a bit and muscles tightening to flex inside Gabriel. "Fuck, you feel good." They hadn't had sex since almost a week before Sam'd been cursed. He hadn't forgotten how good it felt, but it never hurt to be reminded.

His own wings flared in response, bracing himself against the wall as Sam took a breath and just pinned him there, filling him up completely.

And the view wasn't half bad either, the warm wings spread out behind him. They didn't get this half as often as Gabriel might have liked, but Sam still had a job to do out there and he knew better than to push him on it. Winchesters were notoriously fickle creatures. Tell them to zig and they'll zag on purpose. So he picks his moments for the most part and it makes days like today worth it.

"Wall sex. More often. Got it." He looped his arms around his shoulders, fingers sinking into soft feathers. "Lots more."

Sam shuddered, one hand moving up to the wall beside Gabriel's head to brace himself as he started to move. "Wall sex, bed sex. Floor sex. We should probably do all of it more often." Just because Sam didn't sleep around like his brother once had didn't mean he didn't have needs. And now that he had somebody he was sleeping with regularly, they tended to remind him of them.

It was just that sex during a hunt wasn't always a good idea. As much as Sam wanted it.

He bent his head, breathing against Gabriel's ear and angling his head so that the breaths were stirring tiny feathers at the join of wing and back. "This is all I'm going to be thinking about for a while, you know. Wings spread out and the way you clench with I play with them."

Gabriel was careful to keep his distance during hunts. Sam had a job to do and as helpful as he could be, it tended to make Dean twitchy. So he hung back, found other things to amuse himself unless he was directly called on.

.. there were random texts though, and maybe a few specialized salads at out of the way diners.

But visiting more often at night? He could do that. The warm breath on his wing joints elicited another shuddering groan. "More sex, spiced up with wings. You're not gonna -- righthtere -- gonna hear me argue. Look amazing like this Sammy."

"Mmm. So do you," Sam murmured, pushing harder into Gabriel. "Once...once these wings of mine are dealt with? I wanna watch you ride me with your wings out." He slid his fingers into Gabriel's feathers, tugging incredibly lightly on the strongest ones so as not to pull them out. "Maybe later, you put yours away and I'll ride you instead."

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