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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[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?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam laughs, following Gabriel to the bed. Which will really not be easy with his wings, but at last Gabriel can get rid of his. They don't both have to be uncomfortable.

"Just keep clear of the Impala. He might threaten to make a feather pillow out of our wings, but if we hit his baby, he might just follow through."

[low_key_angel]

His wings vanish in a shimmer of light and he flops bonelessly onto the bed, waiting for Sam to get situated. "Your brother has an unhealthy attachment to that car, you know."

Gabriel runs a hand along his side and along his back. "And you're gonna need a few hours of a good backrub once you get rid of those things." Injuries he can heal. Death? No problem. Muscle tension? Sure a little grace could unwind them, but that wasn't nearly as fun.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam settles one wing over Gabriel, using the smaller man as a pillow. It's normally the other way around, but Sam can't sleep on his back. "That car has been the only constant in our lives except for each other," he reminds Gabriel, laying one leg over his as well. "Besides, he's rebuilt her from the ground up a couple of times. You get attached at that point."

He sighs, nuzzling Gabriel's shoulder. "I'm not going to turn down a backrub at all." Because, yeah, his back is going to cramp up something awful once he loses the wings.