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]

Gabriel's smile melted into something absolutely wicked as he worked his way closer, stroking into his wing. "You guess? Sammy. Wings are good for a lot more than just looking cool and flying."

Nimble fingers worked past the longer flight feathers into the softer, downy ones below. "They're sensitive in all the right ways too."

[fromfryingpantofire]

He really hadn't thought about it. In fact, Sam had done his best not to think about the wings as much as he could. Gabriel was definitely doing his best to break Sam of that mindset.

The wing that Gabriel was touching flexed forward as Sam groaned, eyes fluttering slightly as his dick definitely took an interest in things.

[low_key_angel]

His smile curved a little wider as his fingers stroked into soft, downy feathers until he found the solid base of his wing, stroking it firmly. "The joys of wing sex, kiddo. Lots of fun things we can do with them besides fly."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"I...shit, that feels good." Sam opened his eyes, the pupils having gone large and black. "Never gave it a lot of thought. Just thought they were a nuisance, mostly."

[low_key_angel]

"They can be a hassle, sure. But there's flying," he stroked along the base of his wing, circling it with sure, nimble fingers. "And there's this. Find someone to do it just right and you can get off on nothing more than your wings being stroked the right way. Or it can make sex a hell of a lot more fun."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Okay, so he and Gabriel had sort of had a thing for a while, but it was kind of something else to hear him talk so baldly about it.

Or maybe that was just because his dick was trying to escape his jeans with each stroke against the wing joint.

Finally, Sam drew in a deep breath and looked at Gabriel. "Show me," he said. "Show me how to do this to you."

[low_key_angel]

Well, burying your hands in someone's wing is akin to shoving it down their pants, so he can't help but feel a little bolder. The request has his own wings shifting forward, eager for the same treatment.

Gabriel moved to straddle his lap, rolling himself down against Sam's erection with a pleased sound. His wings shivered in anticipation and he pressed a kiss to his jaw before sinking his other hand deep into Sam's wings. "Play around with them. You're a bright kid, you'll figure it out."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam sat down on the rooftop before he fell, hands against Gabriel's hips as the archangel straddled his legs. "I don't want to hurt you."

Which doesn't stop him from reaching out, stroking his fingers over the feathers first before trying to work his fingers underneath.

[low_key_angel]

"Don't worry, I'm sturdier than I look." An assurance that tapered off into a shudder of delight as Sam started to work his fingers deeper into his wing. "You've got six of them to play with, have fun."

He adds a roll into Sam's lap for emphasis before stroking along his wing joint again.

[fromfryingpantofire]

A roll that Sam pushes up into as he groans. He wraps one arm around Gabriel's waist, pulling him closer as he explores the wing under his other hand. Slow and steady, exploring as he leans in to kiss Gabriel solidly.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel chokes on a groan, his wings pushing up eagerly into Sam's exploratory touches. He can't remember the last time anyone touched his wings so intimately. Even as a pagan, they were off limits. He never trusted anyone else to get close to them and not do some damage in the process.

But not Sam. For all his faults, Sam always tried, always strove to be better and Gabriel loved him for it. Maybe even admired him, but those were thoughts that quickly scattered as nimble fingers found the softer feathers near his wing base. Gabriel hisses out a moan, "Quick study, aren't you?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

That hiss made Sam laugh softly, leaning in to kiss Gabriel's neck. "You're the expert here," he murmured against Gabriel's skin. "I'm just playing 'follow the leader'." Or, at least, he had been. Now he was striking out a bit on his own, one hand dropping to the second set of wings to see if there was a difference in sensitivity, if there were different sounds that Gabriel might make near the base of those wings.

[low_key_angel]

All of the air seemed to fall out of him as Sam found a secondary wing to stroke. "Like I said, quick study." And if they didn't find someplace private soon, things were going to get very enthusiastic and very naked on the roof.

"What do you say we find someplace a little more secluded than the roof here? I don't want Dean moaning about seared retinas later on."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam bites down lightly on Gabriel's neck, just scraping with his teeth before pulling back. "I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Because I'm not sure how much I trust my balance up here, either." It was a sloped roof, after all. "You got someplace in mind?"

[low_key_angel]

Damnit Sam was good at that. So it took Gabriel a moment to get his bearings and zero in on the best place for them. A snap of his fingers and they were in an expansive hotel room. Plenty of wide open spaces for wings, a large balcony they could bask on and a shower big enough for both of them, wings included.

"There. I think this should do the trick," he looks satisfied at his choice before taking Sam's hand and dragging him back towards the bedroom.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam had half a moment to look around before he was following Gabriel to the bedroom. It was hardly the first time that Gabriel had spirited him off somewhere away from Dean and Bobby. It was really difficult to do much in the house, after all. Or while sharing a hotel room with Dean. He had the impression that this one might be bigger than most, but it was a guess.

He shook out his wings as they walked in, glancing around again before he reached for Gabriel, pulling him close as he bent his head for a kiss.

[low_key_angel]

It helped that they could both wing off to another location and Gabriel could tweak time just enough that Dean didn't notice his brother disappearing.

.. or maybe he did catch on that one minute Sam was researching and a beat later he was a little rumpled and flushed. Denial is a powerful thing.

Gabriel stepped into his arms, wings automatically tilting forward as he sank his hands into the warm softness of Sam's wings. "Shame the old guy'll break the curse. 'm kind of liking the look on you."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam's wings moved forward, brushing lightly against Gabriel's. He groaned into the kiss, his hands slipping down to play just across the spot where the third set of wings joined to Gabriel's body. "Well. It's not like they aren't something you could bring back, if you wanted to."

Which was a pretty major admission from Sam. He'd gotten used to the time tweaking and such, but body modification on him was still a bit of a sore spot. But, then, Gabriel HAD once turned him into the Impala.

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel moaned, knees threatening to buckle when Sam started to drift his fingers along his third and smallest set of wings. Every touch was a direct shockwave into his grace and his body was reacting accordingly.

The suggestion surprises him enough to break the kiss and pull back. "Seriously? You'd want them back again?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

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."

[low_key_angel]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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.

[low_key_angel]

"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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[low_key_angel]

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.