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

[fromfryingpantofire]

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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[low_key_angel]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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.

[low_key_angel]

"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?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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.

[low_key_angel]

"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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[low_key_angel]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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."

[low_key_angel]

"A little harder," he panted against his ear, wings flaring out in response to the gentle tug. "'m a big boy Sammy, I can take it."

Mention of riding is enough to have him completely hard again, sliding a hand between them as Sam sets the rhythm. "Promises like that and I'm gonna be visiting you every night. Love the way you look when I'm riding you."

And Sam riding him? He's just not going to think about that tantalizing image too much unless he wants to completely lose control and come so early into things.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Just making sure I don't tug it out." He'd done that by accident. That was not a sexy hurt.

Sam laughs softly, a harder tug on the feathers as he pushes up into Gabriel. "Can't get into anything too vigorous when I'm on a hunt, but I don't think it's a terrible thing for you to be there."

Sure, Dean would bitch, but Dean did that anyway. "You'd probably make the entire motel go dark when you came."

[low_key_angel]

His head tipped back against the wall, shoulders shaking with laughter. Sam isn't too far off the mark there, but it's still unexpectedly funny. "Hey, I can totally do discreet you know. Or at least dampen the sound so we don't scare the locals."

But he's still totally traumatizing Dean. Watching him twitch over his coffee in the morning is just too fun to pass up.

Then Sam hits just the right spot, sending sparks shooting up his spine and all plans at screwing with Dean scatter in favor of clinging to Sam with a groan.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam grunted softly and snorted. "You forgot the qualifier. You can totally do discreet...if you want to." Which was not always something that Gabriel wanted to do.

Which, really, was all right. Sometimes, Sam didn't want discreet, either.

All thoughts of which go out of Sam's head as he shudders, the reaction of Gabriel's body going straight through him. He reached up, splaying his fingers through Gabriel's feathers. "Fuck. Love the way you feel, Gabe."

[low_key_angel]

And he wasn't really in the mood to do discreet, not with Sam buried inside him and his fingers deep in his wings. Enthusiastic and loud and they were both due a little wall shaking, potentially bed-breaking sex. "Ohfuck right there Sam."

His fingers slid down his shoulders to his wing joints, clinging to Sam and doing his level best to reciprocate, stroking along the base as Sam picked up his pace.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmm. Think you can hold that angle?" It wasn't going to be easy for either of them, but Sam's hands were in Gabriel's wings and he didn't want to give that up, either. "Just the right way for me to hit and make you come without touching your dick at all?"

Okay, Gabriel had been touching his, but his hands were now otherwise occupied, Sam's wings pushing up and testing Gabriel's hold on the joints.

[low_key_angel]

It wouldn't be that easy, but Gabriel had six wings to help press back against the wall and keep him right there while Sam buried his hands deep in them and kept pushing in at that perfect angle that had him breathless and moaning. He stroked along Sam's wing joints, laughing. "Staying right -- aahfuck -- right here."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam grinned, leaning in to kiss Gabriel as his hips sped up, thrusting over and over against that perfect spot inside Gabriel. It was not the easiest position for either of them, maybe, but it was definitely worth it for the sounds it punched out of Gabriel.

[low_key_angel]

Not easy, but completely worth it as he rocked his hips up against every one of Sam's thrusts, meeting him and matching every thrust with a long stroke along his wings, fingers dancing along the complex structures and sensitive ridges. Enthusiastic groans slipped free with every thrust as his body began to tense, aching for that release, aching for that peak.

"Sam.. there. I'm gonna.."

right there right there..

The mirror cracked as everything in Gabriel's body rose to meet Sam, shuddering as he came, his wings slamming hard enough to dent the walls behind him.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam pushed back into Gabriel, shuddering as his wings flared once more beneath the other man's hands and he came. He bent his head, pressing his forehead against Gabriel's as he murmured 'I love you' beneath his breath in Enochian.

There wasn't much he could thank Lucifer and Michael for, but the fluency in angelic language was one of them.

[low_key_angel]

Three words they didn't often say to one another. Not because the feeling wasn't there, but because of the lives they led. Sam kept hunting and Gabriel was always there, poking at far bigger powers to keep them from squishing the humans he'd gotten so damnably attached to.

But Sam had never said them before in Enochian and it startled Gabriel to stillness for an instant before he pulled Sam in closer, kissing him. "I love you too Sammy."

Maybe one of these days he'd quit being a complete coward when it came to matters like forging a bond between them.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam smiled at that, leaning into the kiss. He kept Gabriel pressed against the wall, because it was easier than trying to move just yet. He'd have to soon, though. His legs were already a bit shaky from orgasm and he wanted to lay down.

For the moment, all he did was mantle his wings and hold Gabriel closer.

[low_key_angel]

"Okay, much longer and I'm gonna get a wing cramp," Gabriel huffs against his neck. Because as wonderful as it is, with Sam still in him and their wings tangled together, they both need to move. Untangling is hardly graceful, but it's worth it to grab Sam's hand and drag him back towards the bed.

"So tomorrow - water balloons, your brother and we see how far we can get that vein in his forehead to stand out?"