Sabriel Minibang Fic: Apraxia Only Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Title: Apraxia Only Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Author: eneumann
Artist: pipariperho
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, I guess?
Pairing (if applicable): Sam/Gabriel
Rating: R/NC-17 for one graphic sex scene
Warnings: Badly written male male sex, military ptsd stuff that's badly portrayed, brain injuries (probably inaccurately portrayed but I did the best I could).
Tier/Word Count: Tier 2, ~17,200
Summary: What happens when your one night stand that you're sort of in love with comes back from Iraq with a life altering injury?
Link to art: Pipariperho's amazing art
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Notes: I would like to thank my two betas, Jonjo (I can't find your exact LJ username anywhere, sorry!!) and Queen of the Universe (not on LJ). This story would be awful without them. They literally saved my butt.
Gabriel was sitting at his favorite bar, watching the bar tender flip through the drink orders, tossing tumblers and shaking bottles. Mikael would do almost anything for a larger tip. Just like every week, he’d tried to get into the man’s pants, but no such luck. Mikael apparently didn’t favor short men with dirty blonde hair. Gabriel scowled into the beer he’d ordered ten minutes ago.
Get the fuck up and walk away, his internal voice yelled at him, pausing only when the door squeaked. Gabriel glanced away from his slowly warming drink, wondering… He froze, staring at the gigantor walking through the doorway. He had a really short haircut but Gabriel had a feeling he’d look better with shaggy hair, like a moose. But still: the broad shoulders, the legs that went on forever, the giant hands (which surely meant a big-ahem), the soft questioning brown eyes... Holy shit, he was looking back at Gabriel, the warm eyes crinkled slightly. Gabriel flushed and turned back to his drink. No way had he had a chance with a man like that. He knew he was decent looking but he wasn’t hot, not with his height (or lack thereof) being what it was and his face was just average; he had this on good authority.
“Hey,” a low voice sounded near his ear. Gabriel whipped his head around to see the Sasquatch balancing on the stool next to his. His eyes were warm, mouth tilted in a half smile. There was a small chain necklace disappearing into his dark t-shirt. He forced himself to drag his eyes away from the hint of pectorals below the loose t-shirt, up to the smiling eyes staring at him.
“Hello, Sasquatch,” Gabriel said, nodded. He kept his face straight, despite part of his brain screaming in horror that he’d just called the prettiest man he’d ever seen Sasquatch. Who did that? Oh wait. He did. All the time. But not with hot men the little voice in his head protested.
“Close enough,” the man snorted and shrugged. “Sam Winchester,” he added after a short moment.
“Gabriel Novak” he extended his hand, slipping it into the one Sam proffered and shaking heartily, enjoying the slide of calloused skin against his smooth skin.
“What can I get ya, handsome?” the bar tender was leaning on the counter, a wicked little smile twisting his lips.Gabriel frowned, knowing that the bar tender would get his hooks in Sam, and he’d just lost his only chance.
”Ah, um, whatever’s on tap. Wait... no get me what Gabriel’s got. And another for him too.” Sam shrugged and grinned over at him. Gabriel blinked. Was he oblivious?
“Coming right up,” Mikael said as he glared briefly at Gabriel. Gabriel grinned.
“So. What d’you do, Gabriel?” Sam was looking over at him, brown eyes warm, a slight smile on his face.
Gabriel could do so many things to a man with a smile like that. Not that he had in ages, no, it had been him and his left hand for the longest time and frankly he was tired of it. After a moment, he realized that Sam had asked him a question. He flushed.“I’m, uh, a Pediatric nurse over at Scripps Memorial.”
“What’s that like?” Sam touched his shoulder and Gabriel was pretty sure he was about to melt into a puddle.
“Here’s your drinks,” Mikael pushed the drinks over the counter. Gabriel’s sloshed over the edge, dripping messily down onto the napkin, soaking it.
“Uh, okay,” Sam said, frowning as the bartender flounced away. He dug a bill out of his wallet and shoved it over towards Mikael. The bar tender flounced away and Gabriel snickered.
“What was that about?” Sam frowned and Gabriel couldn’t believe it but the man was just as attractive.
“The man flirted with you and you ignored him to talk to me.” Gabriel shrugged, but couldn’t keep a straight face, snorting at the memory of Mikael’s speechlessness.
“And?” Sam looked bewildered.
“Well, uh... he turned me down earlier. So um...” Gabriel realized he was presuming things.
“He doesn’t sound like a very nice guy,” Sam said with a shrug. “You’re much more interesting.”
“I’ve barely said a thing!” Gabriel protested, surprised.
“I’m a Marine, I can read people. You’ve got a brain under there. Bartender seems rather vapid to me.” Sam shrugged. Gabriel froze, wondering momentarily if Sam was there to bring him back into the fold.. “Anyways, your job?”
“Oh. Yeah. It’s brilliant,” Gabriel smiled, as he remembered the little four year old who was getting over a serious infection running screaming through the halls, laughing her head off. “Heartbreaking, but just amazing. The kids, they’re just amazing. I could go on forever, but I really don’t want to bore you, kiddo.” Gabriel watched Sam. He seemed like he was telling the truth and Gabriel was good at reading people, had a way with seeing what was under the surface, seeing what other people missed. It was why he’d been so valued (and honestly, probably why they hadn’t tried to convince him and Castiel to come back in a manner such as this before.
“I don’t think you could bore me, when you give me a new nickname every thirty seconds. I can hardly keep up,” Sam laughed before taking a sip of his beer. “This is a good beer. What is it?”
“Mandarin Nectar from the Alpine Beer Company. I like my craft beers,” Gabriel said, sipping his as well. “So, uh, you’re a Marine?”
“Yeah.” Sam shrugged.
“So, uh...” Gabriel frowned.
“What am I doing in a gay bar?” Sam said, humor lacing his voice. “Just because I’m a Marine doesn’t mean I’m automatically straight.”
“Uh, no. Sasquatch, I live in San Diego. Obviously.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Just, you don’t seem like the bar type.”
Sam blinked, grinning slowly. “If I’m like you say, not the bar type, what do you say to getting outta here?”
Gabriel blinked. “I was ready to go with you when you walked in the door, bucko.” In response, Sam grinned, grabbed his hand and threw a tip on the bar before pulling him out of the door. Gabriel followed, smirk in place as he glanced back at the bar tender and fluttered his fingers in goodbye. He could hardly believe this was happening - he came in for a quick drink and to mope about never sleeping with Mikael and he was leaving for what? A one night stand? With the hottest man he’d seen in months. As they slowed down in the parking lot, Gabriel realized there was another plus. The man had an Impala. A black Chevy Impala. The first muscle car. It was gorgeous.
“You mind? It’s a rackety old car, but my I swear my brother’s in love with this thing.”
“You’re calling her old? She’s a thing of beauty, kiddo.” Gabriel slid into the car, laughing slightly as Sam rolled his eyes at him. He glanced down at the handle he’d just used to pull the door closed. There was something there. “Is that an army man?” He pulled at the little plastic figure.
“Don’t!” Sam’s voice was sharp and Gabriel glanced up in confusion. Sheepish would be the proper adjective to describe his face.
Gabriel raised his hands away from the little plastic figurine. “Sorry!”
“Sorry, it’s just... Uh, my dad used to own this car and I got that stuck there one time when I was a little kid. It reminds me of when my brother and I would play here.”
“Hey, hey, kiddo, it’s ok!” Gabriel grinned. “You seen Avatar?”
Sam blinked and Gabriel winced. That had been a rather abrupt change of topic. But. Well. Family. And they were only maybe going to be fuck buddies. Not life partners or anything.
“What? No. I was, hmm... I was in South America, I think.” Sam trailed off, eyebrows scrunched as he turned the car down a side street.
“Since when does a whole continent not show the biggest Cameron movie since Titanic?” Gabriel paused, frowning. “Wait. Please tell me you’ve seen Titanic.”
“Nope. My brother was sorta raising me and money was tight.” Sam shrugged.
“You have no idea what you’re missing. Wow. I’ll just have to...” Gabriel cut himself off and looked out the window just as they passed three stumbling drunk college girls. “Wow, how drunk were those girls?”
“Have to what, Gabriel?” Sam glanced over at him from the steering wheel, undeniable amusement all over his face, ignoring Gabriel’s last question.
“Describe every last plot line in detail to you. Consider it punishment for this car ride being so damn long.” Gabriel snarked.
***
“Nice digs, bucko" Gabriel looked around at the spartan rooms Sam had brought him back to. He didn't know how he was saying all of these things to this beautiful man and having the man laugh. Sure he was like this with everyone, but he only had a few friends: Castiel, his far-too-serious tax accountant brother at heart, Pam his co-worker and Balthazar who could be just as outrageous as Gabriel himself. He knew his sense of humor didn't appeal to most, but what he really couldn't... "Gabriel!"
"Huh?" He jerked from his reverie.
"You sure you want to be here? You looked far away." Sam had arched an eyebrow at him, hands crossed over his expansive chest.
“I, uh...” Gabriel fumbled for words, his cheeks heating up in what he knew was a mottled pink. Ah, screw it. He stepped forward into the man's space and stood on his tiptoes, looping a hand around the taller man's neck to bring him down for a fierce kiss. There was a startled grunt, but the man returned the kiss enthusiastically, large hands framing Gabriel's face, thumbs moving slightly on his cheekbones. Gabriel shivered.
It had been so long. So long since he'd been with someone and- Sam bit lightly down on his lower lip, trailing fingers down, down to his neck and tracing his collar bones as his mouth whispered across Gabriel's cheek. Gabriel moaned, shoving one hand up the front of Sam’s shirt, exploring the strong contoured muscles and fisted the other in the soft cloth of his shirt. He tilted his head back, allowing for further access and barely noticed as Sam maneuvered them through the apartment. At least until he nearly fell backwards onto the crate and plywood sheet that stood in as a coffee table.
That brought them to a stop as Gabriel overbalanced, landing against Sam’s chest with a quiet ‘oof.’ He looked up into the dark eyes that were laughing and apologetic at the same time. “Guess I don't know my apartment as well as I thought I did." Sam shrugged and Gabriel nearly purred at the feeling of sliding muscles against his chest and hands. Sam's hands slid down to his sides, nails scratching slightly through the cotton of Gabriel’s t-shirt before he tightened his grip and lifted. Gabriel couldn't help it, he yelped, arms flailing and landing on the taller man's shoulder, legs coming up to grab his hips and... oh. Oh! That felt good. That...it was unbelievable, the sensation of his pelvis, his erect cock being pressed into the muscled abdomen of the man carrying him, stumbling, into the bedroom. He dropped his head into the crease of Sam’s neck, moaning as he rocked his hips.
Sam growled and then Gabriel was on his back, Sam crawling over him, long arms, muscles bulging planted on either side of his head. Gabriel grinned, feral in his desire. It might have been a long time, but it didn’t mean he'd forgotten all his tricks. He hooked a leg around one of Sam’s and flipped them easily. He purred as he bent down for a kiss, hands unbuttoning Sam’s shirt, Sam trying to pull his shirt off at the same time. Gabriel fell off to the side laughing as he did. “Patience young Jedi," he mumbled into Sam’s mouth before breaking away to pull his own shirt off. Sam's eyes were hooded, black with desire as his fingers made quick work of the buttons left closed on his shirt, half sitting up to pull it off. Gabriel brushed a hand down the man's chest. “Er...which...” Gabriel flushed, trying to think of a cool way to have 'the' conversation.
"I tend to top, but... I mean...if you're..." Sam flushed as he broke in quickly. Gabriel grinned, shaking his head.
“...Usually a bottom. You got condoms and lube?"
“Mmm yes. Bedside table. When we get there.” Sam had an easy smile on his face, hands reaching for Gabriel, pulling him close and Gabriel smiled as lips covered his own. It was slow, despite the urgency he’d felt earlier. Hands lingered, teasing. Gabriel moaned as Sam finally, finally! started unbuckling Gabriel's pants, pushing them open before removing his own. Gabriel thrust his hips forward, his cock only covered by the thin fabric of his boxers and nearly whimpered as it came into contact with Sam’s gorgeous cock. The man hadn’t bothered with boxers. He wriggled and kicked his pants off, hands wandering up Sam’s chest. He smiled, dipped his head down and tasted the man's chest. He tasted as good as he looked. Gabriel moaned, low in his throat. That was when Sam’s wandering hands finally reached his ass, finding his hole, teasing, pressing in slightly before sliding away.
Gabriel bucked back, whimpering. He could hear a drawer open as he reached down, grasping their cocks and stroking them simultaneously, the friction sending, overwhelming him. He continued stroking, feeling the vibration of Sam’s chest as his breath hitched. Gabriel moved up the taller man's body, capturing his lips, promising, promising, what he wasn't quite sure. He moved, meaning to return to the pleasure blinding exercise of thrusting against Sam’s cock. Sam's hands stopped him, his voice low, “My turn, lover boy." Gabriel looked up at Sam’s face. Gabriel felt Sam’s breathing hitch as he uncapped the lube, spreading it on his fingers; Gabriel couldn’t look away, dark flames of anticipation and arousal flaring around him.
Gabriel smiled, wriggling in anticipation. Sam pushed him onto his back, and Gabriel went willingly, catching his breath at the play of muscles as the taller man knelt in between his legs. He leaned over him to steal a kiss as Sam slipped a finger slowly, tantalizingly, into him. Gabriel moaned at the pressure building and the pleasure spreading through him. He pressed down, down onto the man's hand, wanting more. It seemed like millennia before Sam added a second finger and finally a third. Gabriel's cock felt fit to burst, pre cum trickling out. “Damn it Sam,” he glared down at the man. "I need you in me."
Sam laughed. “Your wish is my command." Gabriel heard the condom roll on with a snap, watched as Sam lubed his cock and felt his fingers, covered in lube, circle his hole. Gabriel bucked up into the pressure, closed his eyes in anticipation and then Sam was over him, cock pushing in, inch by torturous inch and Gabriel’s eyes flew open; he couldn’t look away from the sight of Sam biting his lip, his expression changing slightly every time he moved. Sam’s eyes flew open and they stared at each other, something deep and scarily intimate passing between them. And then Sam started moving.. He moved as if he had the grace of a ballet dancer, smooth and beautiful. Gabriel threw his head back and moaned at the sensations, scratching his nails down Sam’s back as the man held himself over Gabriel, circling his cock with his enormous hand, stroking him higher. They were so, so close. Gabriel sighed, and Sam pushed harder, brushing against his prostate and Gabriel felt himself flying apart as the larger man's rhythm faltered and halted as his orgasm hit, his eyes boring down on Gabriel's locking their gazes together, as their breathing slowed.
Gabe wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours before Sam slid out of him, discarding the used condom before sliding back next to him in bed. Gabriel smiled languidly. So the man was a cuddler. He could definitely handle that.
“That was the best sex I've...” Gabriel cut himself off, not wanting to scare the marine, "...had in a really long time." He grinned as he tapped fingers across Sam’s muscled abs.
“Same back at ya," Sam said with a sleepy smile.
Gabriel laughed. “Dude, you're in the marines, you have an excuse!"
“Yeah, I guess I do at that." Sam reached over and ruffled the shorter man's hair.
Gabriel shook his head, smiling. “When do you ship out again?"
Sam's smile slipped off, a slight frown replacing it. "Tuesday. Well, I gotta be on base Monday night. I'm free ‘til then though." Sam pulled Gabriel a little closer, running his free hand over his buzz cut.
“Looks like I'm gonna have to call in a couple 'a favors and get off work tomorrow and Monday. See if we can't move from ‘best sex in a while’ to ‘most mind blowing sex ever’." Gabriel waggled his eyes suggestively as Sam looked at him, shocked for a moment before bursting out into peals of deep laughter. Gabriel ignored the pang - this was a one-time thing. He was going to rock this Marine’s world for two days and then walk out of his life.
"Sure thing, Casanova." Sam smiled sleepily. He pulled the man closer, closed his eyes and started snoring lightly almost as soon as Gabriel had settled himself into his arms.
******
Gabriel wasn't quite sure if there was any part of his body that wasn't sore. He was pretty sure his toes felt normal, but he couldn’t say for sure. He smiled as he wandered into the tiny efficiency kitchen where Sam was wearing low slung pajama bottoms as he tossed pancakes on a griddle. Going by the clock on the wall, it wasn’t breakfast time and the man was leaving for the base in a couple hours, but Sam had gotten it into his head that Gabriel needed something to eat made by him and pancakes were the first thing Gabriel’d thought of. Well, maple syrup was, but he wasn’t about to have Sam look at him in disgust for practically drinking the stuff on its own.
“Well, if that’s not a sight for sore asses,” Gabriel remarked.
“I’m...” Sam looked up from flipping a pancake.
“Don’t apologize.” Gabriel shuffled over and pushed himself up onto the free counter near the stove. He chuckled. “Never thought I’d get a stud muffin like you for a weekend,” he murmured, studying the play of muscle rippling below Sam’s skin as he poured pancake batter onto the skillet.
“Don’t say things like that,” Sam frowned.
“Why?” Gabriel leaned over and snitched a piece of an already finished pancake. “S’true,” he mumbled around the mouthful.
“But it makes me out to be…better than you and that’s not true.” Sam made a different face, a bitch face, Gabriel had to call it.
“Course it is. You’re tall. And studly. Like a muffin.” Gabriel grinned at him and leaned over, groping the man’s pectoral. “I have to say, I’m definitely going to miss these pecs when you leave.”
“Gabriel…” Sam slanted his eyes over at him and Gabriel grinned, hiding the slight shock that Sam was still fighting his self-deprecation.
“Now, now, no fighting with your one, well two-day stand” Gabriel said, tapping Sam’s nose.
“About that...”
“What? I don’t do long distance. I think I mentioned at that.” Gabriel frowned, wondering where this was going. He snitched the other half of the pancake and Sam hit him with the spatula. “Ow!” he yelped, shaking the hand after he shoved the pancake in his mouth. “At ‘urt!”
“That’s for stealing breakfast before it’s ready!” Sam shook the spatula at him. “And, well... This is my last tour.” Sam looked up at him, the glance brief before he looked away, shoulders tensing.
Gabriel frowned. “And?” he asked before he could think better of it.
“Well...” Sam scratched at his shoulder absently. “Just, I know it probably won’t happen and you’ll have found someone... but I think we have something. And... well, maybe when I get back we could...”
“Date?” Gabriel frowned. “Why would you want to do that? I’m...” Gabriel broke off gesturing at himself. “I mean, I know I’m not hard on the eyes. But look at you. And you’re a Marine!” Gabriel fidgeted, uncomfortably. He wasn’t going anywhere near the other reasons.
“Gabriel, you’re a...” Sam rolled his eyes as he flipped the last of the pancakes onto the warming plate and flicked the stove off. “Look, we’re both adults and I’m making it clear that I’m interested. In seven months, I’ll call up and ask for a date. If you’re still available, I hope you’ll consider going on a real date with me, ok?”
Gabriel grabbed his wrist with his right hand, pressing his thumb into the slight dip above his palm. “OK,” he mumbled, smiling again.
“OK. You ready for the best pancakes you’ve ever had?” Sam asked, a slightly challenging grin on his face, eyes crinkled.
Part 2 Part 3
Author: eneumann
Artist: pipariperho
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, I guess?
Pairing (if applicable): Sam/Gabriel
Rating: R/NC-17 for one graphic sex scene
Warnings: Badly written male male sex, military ptsd stuff that's badly portrayed, brain injuries (probably inaccurately portrayed but I did the best I could).
Tier/Word Count: Tier 2, ~17,200
Summary: What happens when your one night stand that you're sort of in love with comes back from Iraq with a life altering injury?
Link to art: Pipariperho's amazing art
Link to fic:
Notes: I would like to thank my two betas, Jonjo (I can't find your exact LJ username anywhere, sorry!!) and Queen of the Universe (not on LJ). This story would be awful without them. They literally saved my butt.
Gabriel was sitting at his favorite bar, watching the bar tender flip through the drink orders, tossing tumblers and shaking bottles. Mikael would do almost anything for a larger tip. Just like every week, he’d tried to get into the man’s pants, but no such luck. Mikael apparently didn’t favor short men with dirty blonde hair. Gabriel scowled into the beer he’d ordered ten minutes ago.
Get the fuck up and walk away, his internal voice yelled at him, pausing only when the door squeaked. Gabriel glanced away from his slowly warming drink, wondering… He froze, staring at the gigantor walking through the doorway. He had a really short haircut but Gabriel had a feeling he’d look better with shaggy hair, like a moose. But still: the broad shoulders, the legs that went on forever, the giant hands (which surely meant a big-ahem), the soft questioning brown eyes... Holy shit, he was looking back at Gabriel, the warm eyes crinkled slightly. Gabriel flushed and turned back to his drink. No way had he had a chance with a man like that. He knew he was decent looking but he wasn’t hot, not with his height (or lack thereof) being what it was and his face was just average; he had this on good authority.
“Hey,” a low voice sounded near his ear. Gabriel whipped his head around to see the Sasquatch balancing on the stool next to his. His eyes were warm, mouth tilted in a half smile. There was a small chain necklace disappearing into his dark t-shirt. He forced himself to drag his eyes away from the hint of pectorals below the loose t-shirt, up to the smiling eyes staring at him.
“Hello, Sasquatch,” Gabriel said, nodded. He kept his face straight, despite part of his brain screaming in horror that he’d just called the prettiest man he’d ever seen Sasquatch. Who did that? Oh wait. He did. All the time. But not with hot men the little voice in his head protested.
“Close enough,” the man snorted and shrugged. “Sam Winchester,” he added after a short moment.
“Gabriel Novak” he extended his hand, slipping it into the one Sam proffered and shaking heartily, enjoying the slide of calloused skin against his smooth skin.
“What can I get ya, handsome?” the bar tender was leaning on the counter, a wicked little smile twisting his lips.Gabriel frowned, knowing that the bar tender would get his hooks in Sam, and he’d just lost his only chance.
”Ah, um, whatever’s on tap. Wait... no get me what Gabriel’s got. And another for him too.” Sam shrugged and grinned over at him. Gabriel blinked. Was he oblivious?
“Coming right up,” Mikael said as he glared briefly at Gabriel. Gabriel grinned.
“So. What d’you do, Gabriel?” Sam was looking over at him, brown eyes warm, a slight smile on his face.
Gabriel could do so many things to a man with a smile like that. Not that he had in ages, no, it had been him and his left hand for the longest time and frankly he was tired of it. After a moment, he realized that Sam had asked him a question. He flushed.“I’m, uh, a Pediatric nurse over at Scripps Memorial.”
“What’s that like?” Sam touched his shoulder and Gabriel was pretty sure he was about to melt into a puddle.
“Here’s your drinks,” Mikael pushed the drinks over the counter. Gabriel’s sloshed over the edge, dripping messily down onto the napkin, soaking it.
“Uh, okay,” Sam said, frowning as the bartender flounced away. He dug a bill out of his wallet and shoved it over towards Mikael. The bar tender flounced away and Gabriel snickered.
“What was that about?” Sam frowned and Gabriel couldn’t believe it but the man was just as attractive.
“The man flirted with you and you ignored him to talk to me.” Gabriel shrugged, but couldn’t keep a straight face, snorting at the memory of Mikael’s speechlessness.
“And?” Sam looked bewildered.
“Well, uh... he turned me down earlier. So um...” Gabriel realized he was presuming things.
“He doesn’t sound like a very nice guy,” Sam said with a shrug. “You’re much more interesting.”
“I’ve barely said a thing!” Gabriel protested, surprised.
“I’m a Marine, I can read people. You’ve got a brain under there. Bartender seems rather vapid to me.” Sam shrugged. Gabriel froze, wondering momentarily if Sam was there to bring him back into the fold.. “Anyways, your job?”
“Oh. Yeah. It’s brilliant,” Gabriel smiled, as he remembered the little four year old who was getting over a serious infection running screaming through the halls, laughing her head off. “Heartbreaking, but just amazing. The kids, they’re just amazing. I could go on forever, but I really don’t want to bore you, kiddo.” Gabriel watched Sam. He seemed like he was telling the truth and Gabriel was good at reading people, had a way with seeing what was under the surface, seeing what other people missed. It was why he’d been so valued (and honestly, probably why they hadn’t tried to convince him and Castiel to come back in a manner such as this before.
“I don’t think you could bore me, when you give me a new nickname every thirty seconds. I can hardly keep up,” Sam laughed before taking a sip of his beer. “This is a good beer. What is it?”
“Mandarin Nectar from the Alpine Beer Company. I like my craft beers,” Gabriel said, sipping his as well. “So, uh, you’re a Marine?”
“Yeah.” Sam shrugged.
“So, uh...” Gabriel frowned.
“What am I doing in a gay bar?” Sam said, humor lacing his voice. “Just because I’m a Marine doesn’t mean I’m automatically straight.”
“Uh, no. Sasquatch, I live in San Diego. Obviously.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Just, you don’t seem like the bar type.”
Sam blinked, grinning slowly. “If I’m like you say, not the bar type, what do you say to getting outta here?”
Gabriel blinked. “I was ready to go with you when you walked in the door, bucko.” In response, Sam grinned, grabbed his hand and threw a tip on the bar before pulling him out of the door. Gabriel followed, smirk in place as he glanced back at the bar tender and fluttered his fingers in goodbye. He could hardly believe this was happening - he came in for a quick drink and to mope about never sleeping with Mikael and he was leaving for what? A one night stand? With the hottest man he’d seen in months. As they slowed down in the parking lot, Gabriel realized there was another plus. The man had an Impala. A black Chevy Impala. The first muscle car. It was gorgeous.
“You mind? It’s a rackety old car, but my I swear my brother’s in love with this thing.”
“You’re calling her old? She’s a thing of beauty, kiddo.” Gabriel slid into the car, laughing slightly as Sam rolled his eyes at him. He glanced down at the handle he’d just used to pull the door closed. There was something there. “Is that an army man?” He pulled at the little plastic figure.
“Don’t!” Sam’s voice was sharp and Gabriel glanced up in confusion. Sheepish would be the proper adjective to describe his face.
Gabriel raised his hands away from the little plastic figurine. “Sorry!”
“Sorry, it’s just... Uh, my dad used to own this car and I got that stuck there one time when I was a little kid. It reminds me of when my brother and I would play here.”
“Hey, hey, kiddo, it’s ok!” Gabriel grinned. “You seen Avatar?”
Sam blinked and Gabriel winced. That had been a rather abrupt change of topic. But. Well. Family. And they were only maybe going to be fuck buddies. Not life partners or anything.
“What? No. I was, hmm... I was in South America, I think.” Sam trailed off, eyebrows scrunched as he turned the car down a side street.
“Since when does a whole continent not show the biggest Cameron movie since Titanic?” Gabriel paused, frowning. “Wait. Please tell me you’ve seen Titanic.”
“Nope. My brother was sorta raising me and money was tight.” Sam shrugged.
“You have no idea what you’re missing. Wow. I’ll just have to...” Gabriel cut himself off and looked out the window just as they passed three stumbling drunk college girls. “Wow, how drunk were those girls?”
“Have to what, Gabriel?” Sam glanced over at him from the steering wheel, undeniable amusement all over his face, ignoring Gabriel’s last question.
“Describe every last plot line in detail to you. Consider it punishment for this car ride being so damn long.” Gabriel snarked.
***
“Nice digs, bucko" Gabriel looked around at the spartan rooms Sam had brought him back to. He didn't know how he was saying all of these things to this beautiful man and having the man laugh. Sure he was like this with everyone, but he only had a few friends: Castiel, his far-too-serious tax accountant brother at heart, Pam his co-worker and Balthazar who could be just as outrageous as Gabriel himself. He knew his sense of humor didn't appeal to most, but what he really couldn't... "Gabriel!"
"Huh?" He jerked from his reverie.
"You sure you want to be here? You looked far away." Sam had arched an eyebrow at him, hands crossed over his expansive chest.
“I, uh...” Gabriel fumbled for words, his cheeks heating up in what he knew was a mottled pink. Ah, screw it. He stepped forward into the man's space and stood on his tiptoes, looping a hand around the taller man's neck to bring him down for a fierce kiss. There was a startled grunt, but the man returned the kiss enthusiastically, large hands framing Gabriel's face, thumbs moving slightly on his cheekbones. Gabriel shivered.
It had been so long. So long since he'd been with someone and- Sam bit lightly down on his lower lip, trailing fingers down, down to his neck and tracing his collar bones as his mouth whispered across Gabriel's cheek. Gabriel moaned, shoving one hand up the front of Sam’s shirt, exploring the strong contoured muscles and fisted the other in the soft cloth of his shirt. He tilted his head back, allowing for further access and barely noticed as Sam maneuvered them through the apartment. At least until he nearly fell backwards onto the crate and plywood sheet that stood in as a coffee table.
That brought them to a stop as Gabriel overbalanced, landing against Sam’s chest with a quiet ‘oof.’ He looked up into the dark eyes that were laughing and apologetic at the same time. “Guess I don't know my apartment as well as I thought I did." Sam shrugged and Gabriel nearly purred at the feeling of sliding muscles against his chest and hands. Sam's hands slid down to his sides, nails scratching slightly through the cotton of Gabriel’s t-shirt before he tightened his grip and lifted. Gabriel couldn't help it, he yelped, arms flailing and landing on the taller man's shoulder, legs coming up to grab his hips and... oh. Oh! That felt good. That...it was unbelievable, the sensation of his pelvis, his erect cock being pressed into the muscled abdomen of the man carrying him, stumbling, into the bedroom. He dropped his head into the crease of Sam’s neck, moaning as he rocked his hips.
Sam growled and then Gabriel was on his back, Sam crawling over him, long arms, muscles bulging planted on either side of his head. Gabriel grinned, feral in his desire. It might have been a long time, but it didn’t mean he'd forgotten all his tricks. He hooked a leg around one of Sam’s and flipped them easily. He purred as he bent down for a kiss, hands unbuttoning Sam’s shirt, Sam trying to pull his shirt off at the same time. Gabriel fell off to the side laughing as he did. “Patience young Jedi," he mumbled into Sam’s mouth before breaking away to pull his own shirt off. Sam's eyes were hooded, black with desire as his fingers made quick work of the buttons left closed on his shirt, half sitting up to pull it off. Gabriel brushed a hand down the man's chest. “Er...which...” Gabriel flushed, trying to think of a cool way to have 'the' conversation.
"I tend to top, but... I mean...if you're..." Sam flushed as he broke in quickly. Gabriel grinned, shaking his head.
“...Usually a bottom. You got condoms and lube?"
“Mmm yes. Bedside table. When we get there.” Sam had an easy smile on his face, hands reaching for Gabriel, pulling him close and Gabriel smiled as lips covered his own. It was slow, despite the urgency he’d felt earlier. Hands lingered, teasing. Gabriel moaned as Sam finally, finally! started unbuckling Gabriel's pants, pushing them open before removing his own. Gabriel thrust his hips forward, his cock only covered by the thin fabric of his boxers and nearly whimpered as it came into contact with Sam’s gorgeous cock. The man hadn’t bothered with boxers. He wriggled and kicked his pants off, hands wandering up Sam’s chest. He smiled, dipped his head down and tasted the man's chest. He tasted as good as he looked. Gabriel moaned, low in his throat. That was when Sam’s wandering hands finally reached his ass, finding his hole, teasing, pressing in slightly before sliding away.
Gabriel bucked back, whimpering. He could hear a drawer open as he reached down, grasping their cocks and stroking them simultaneously, the friction sending, overwhelming him. He continued stroking, feeling the vibration of Sam’s chest as his breath hitched. Gabriel moved up the taller man's body, capturing his lips, promising, promising, what he wasn't quite sure. He moved, meaning to return to the pleasure blinding exercise of thrusting against Sam’s cock. Sam's hands stopped him, his voice low, “My turn, lover boy." Gabriel looked up at Sam’s face. Gabriel felt Sam’s breathing hitch as he uncapped the lube, spreading it on his fingers; Gabriel couldn’t look away, dark flames of anticipation and arousal flaring around him.
Gabriel smiled, wriggling in anticipation. Sam pushed him onto his back, and Gabriel went willingly, catching his breath at the play of muscles as the taller man knelt in between his legs. He leaned over him to steal a kiss as Sam slipped a finger slowly, tantalizingly, into him. Gabriel moaned at the pressure building and the pleasure spreading through him. He pressed down, down onto the man's hand, wanting more. It seemed like millennia before Sam added a second finger and finally a third. Gabriel's cock felt fit to burst, pre cum trickling out. “Damn it Sam,” he glared down at the man. "I need you in me."
Sam laughed. “Your wish is my command." Gabriel heard the condom roll on with a snap, watched as Sam lubed his cock and felt his fingers, covered in lube, circle his hole. Gabriel bucked up into the pressure, closed his eyes in anticipation and then Sam was over him, cock pushing in, inch by torturous inch and Gabriel’s eyes flew open; he couldn’t look away from the sight of Sam biting his lip, his expression changing slightly every time he moved. Sam’s eyes flew open and they stared at each other, something deep and scarily intimate passing between them. And then Sam started moving.. He moved as if he had the grace of a ballet dancer, smooth and beautiful. Gabriel threw his head back and moaned at the sensations, scratching his nails down Sam’s back as the man held himself over Gabriel, circling his cock with his enormous hand, stroking him higher. They were so, so close. Gabriel sighed, and Sam pushed harder, brushing against his prostate and Gabriel felt himself flying apart as the larger man's rhythm faltered and halted as his orgasm hit, his eyes boring down on Gabriel's locking their gazes together, as their breathing slowed.
Gabe wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours before Sam slid out of him, discarding the used condom before sliding back next to him in bed. Gabriel smiled languidly. So the man was a cuddler. He could definitely handle that.
“That was the best sex I've...” Gabriel cut himself off, not wanting to scare the marine, "...had in a really long time." He grinned as he tapped fingers across Sam’s muscled abs.
“Same back at ya," Sam said with a sleepy smile.
Gabriel laughed. “Dude, you're in the marines, you have an excuse!"
“Yeah, I guess I do at that." Sam reached over and ruffled the shorter man's hair.
Gabriel shook his head, smiling. “When do you ship out again?"
Sam's smile slipped off, a slight frown replacing it. "Tuesday. Well, I gotta be on base Monday night. I'm free ‘til then though." Sam pulled Gabriel a little closer, running his free hand over his buzz cut.
“Looks like I'm gonna have to call in a couple 'a favors and get off work tomorrow and Monday. See if we can't move from ‘best sex in a while’ to ‘most mind blowing sex ever’." Gabriel waggled his eyes suggestively as Sam looked at him, shocked for a moment before bursting out into peals of deep laughter. Gabriel ignored the pang - this was a one-time thing. He was going to rock this Marine’s world for two days and then walk out of his life.
"Sure thing, Casanova." Sam smiled sleepily. He pulled the man closer, closed his eyes and started snoring lightly almost as soon as Gabriel had settled himself into his arms.
******
Gabriel wasn't quite sure if there was any part of his body that wasn't sore. He was pretty sure his toes felt normal, but he couldn’t say for sure. He smiled as he wandered into the tiny efficiency kitchen where Sam was wearing low slung pajama bottoms as he tossed pancakes on a griddle. Going by the clock on the wall, it wasn’t breakfast time and the man was leaving for the base in a couple hours, but Sam had gotten it into his head that Gabriel needed something to eat made by him and pancakes were the first thing Gabriel’d thought of. Well, maple syrup was, but he wasn’t about to have Sam look at him in disgust for practically drinking the stuff on its own.
“Well, if that’s not a sight for sore asses,” Gabriel remarked.
“I’m...” Sam looked up from flipping a pancake.
“Don’t apologize.” Gabriel shuffled over and pushed himself up onto the free counter near the stove. He chuckled. “Never thought I’d get a stud muffin like you for a weekend,” he murmured, studying the play of muscle rippling below Sam’s skin as he poured pancake batter onto the skillet.
“Don’t say things like that,” Sam frowned.
“Why?” Gabriel leaned over and snitched a piece of an already finished pancake. “S’true,” he mumbled around the mouthful.
“But it makes me out to be…better than you and that’s not true.” Sam made a different face, a bitch face, Gabriel had to call it.
“Course it is. You’re tall. And studly. Like a muffin.” Gabriel grinned at him and leaned over, groping the man’s pectoral. “I have to say, I’m definitely going to miss these pecs when you leave.”
“Gabriel…” Sam slanted his eyes over at him and Gabriel grinned, hiding the slight shock that Sam was still fighting his self-deprecation.
“Now, now, no fighting with your one, well two-day stand” Gabriel said, tapping Sam’s nose.
“About that...”
“What? I don’t do long distance. I think I mentioned at that.” Gabriel frowned, wondering where this was going. He snitched the other half of the pancake and Sam hit him with the spatula. “Ow!” he yelped, shaking the hand after he shoved the pancake in his mouth. “At ‘urt!”
“That’s for stealing breakfast before it’s ready!” Sam shook the spatula at him. “And, well... This is my last tour.” Sam looked up at him, the glance brief before he looked away, shoulders tensing.
Gabriel frowned. “And?” he asked before he could think better of it.
“Well...” Sam scratched at his shoulder absently. “Just, I know it probably won’t happen and you’ll have found someone... but I think we have something. And... well, maybe when I get back we could...”
“Date?” Gabriel frowned. “Why would you want to do that? I’m...” Gabriel broke off gesturing at himself. “I mean, I know I’m not hard on the eyes. But look at you. And you’re a Marine!” Gabriel fidgeted, uncomfortably. He wasn’t going anywhere near the other reasons.
“Gabriel, you’re a...” Sam rolled his eyes as he flipped the last of the pancakes onto the warming plate and flicked the stove off. “Look, we’re both adults and I’m making it clear that I’m interested. In seven months, I’ll call up and ask for a date. If you’re still available, I hope you’ll consider going on a real date with me, ok?”
Gabriel grabbed his wrist with his right hand, pressing his thumb into the slight dip above his palm. “OK,” he mumbled, smiling again.
“OK. You ready for the best pancakes you’ve ever had?” Sam asked, a slightly challenging grin on his face, eyes crinkled.
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