[Fic] Socks and Kisses
Title: Socks and Kisses
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Genre/Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Fluff
Rating: PG for boy-boy kissing
Spoilers: Up to and including 5.08
Word Count: 580
“Hey, Sammy? Can you do me a favor?”
Sam looked up from his laptop and glanced over his shoulder at the prostrate archangel on his motel bed, eyebrows pinched. “Is it something unpleasant?”
Gabriel cracked a single golden eye, the corner creased with mirth. “Not particularly.”
Sam sighed and stood from the motel chair, planting his hands on his hips. “What is it?”
God’s Messenger drew one leg up and crossed it over his bent knee, jiggling his bare foot to a tune only he could hear. “My socks are under the bed.”
Sam could just feel that old familiar rage just starting to form around his shoulders. “So?”
Gabriel sighed long-sufferingly. “My feet are cold.”
The hunter curled his hands into fists at his sides, physically trying to restrain himself from attempting to strangle Gabriel. “You’re right there, why don’t you get them yourself?” His eyebrows drew down, his temper rising. “Wait a minute. You’re an angel-an archangel. Your feet don’t get cold.”
Gabriel’s single open eye slide closed, his eyebrows drawing down into a sad frown. “Humor me?”
Sam groaned through his clenched teeth, but found himself drawing down to his knees at the side of the bed, ducking his head beneath the overhanging covers to search out the pointless socks. Only, he found no socks-nothing at all. The underside of the bed was spotless, and in relatively better condition than the rest of the motel carpeting on account of never having been tread upon.
His temper was close to the boiling point when he pulled his head out from beneath the bed, intending to verbally rip the angel a new one for jerking him around. Only, when he raised his head above the edge of the bed, Gabriel’s face was right there, the archangel lying on his stomach with his arms tucked beneath his chin.
Not for long, for the angel reached forward with both hands, grabbed Sam’s face, and drew him forward for a sudden, deep, leisurely kiss that had all of the hunter’s annoyance draining away. Even his muscles were melting from their pinched position inside his body, leaving him slightly light-headed-though that could have easily been explained by the kissing itself.
Gabriel pulled back at last, amber eyes glittering brightly. “How’s that for positive reinforcement?”
Sam ran his tongue across tingling, kiss-swollen lips. “Reinforcement for what?”
“Not losing your temper.” He released Sam’s face, stretching his neck out once more to peck the hunter on the nose before rolling over onto his back, staring up at Sam upside down. “Stress, Sam, is a boisterous, obnoxious killer, and I kind of like having you around. Plus, I really wanted to kiss you.”
Sam picked himself up off the ground and sat himself down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the archangel. “Couldn’t you have just asked?”
God’s Messenger craned his neck up, flashing a grin. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I wanted to switch it up-I’m always climbing on top of chairs to reach you.”
Sam moved a hand from his lap, covering the one the archangel had crossed loosely over his stomach. “You only ever have to ask, Gabriel. Oddly enough, I enjoy getting kissed by you.”
“Good, we’re in agreement.” Gabriel twisted his hand until their fingers laced together. “But seriously…my feet really are cold.”
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he couldn’t quite keep the fond smile from touching his lips.
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Genre/Pairing: Sam/Gabriel Fluff
Rating: PG for boy-boy kissing
Spoilers: Up to and including 5.08
Word Count: 580
“Hey, Sammy? Can you do me a favor?”
Sam looked up from his laptop and glanced over his shoulder at the prostrate archangel on his motel bed, eyebrows pinched. “Is it something unpleasant?”
Gabriel cracked a single golden eye, the corner creased with mirth. “Not particularly.”
Sam sighed and stood from the motel chair, planting his hands on his hips. “What is it?”
God’s Messenger drew one leg up and crossed it over his bent knee, jiggling his bare foot to a tune only he could hear. “My socks are under the bed.”
Sam could just feel that old familiar rage just starting to form around his shoulders. “So?”
Gabriel sighed long-sufferingly. “My feet are cold.”
The hunter curled his hands into fists at his sides, physically trying to restrain himself from attempting to strangle Gabriel. “You’re right there, why don’t you get them yourself?” His eyebrows drew down, his temper rising. “Wait a minute. You’re an angel-an archangel. Your feet don’t get cold.”
Gabriel’s single open eye slide closed, his eyebrows drawing down into a sad frown. “Humor me?”
Sam groaned through his clenched teeth, but found himself drawing down to his knees at the side of the bed, ducking his head beneath the overhanging covers to search out the pointless socks. Only, he found no socks-nothing at all. The underside of the bed was spotless, and in relatively better condition than the rest of the motel carpeting on account of never having been tread upon.
His temper was close to the boiling point when he pulled his head out from beneath the bed, intending to verbally rip the angel a new one for jerking him around. Only, when he raised his head above the edge of the bed, Gabriel’s face was right there, the archangel lying on his stomach with his arms tucked beneath his chin.
Not for long, for the angel reached forward with both hands, grabbed Sam’s face, and drew him forward for a sudden, deep, leisurely kiss that had all of the hunter’s annoyance draining away. Even his muscles were melting from their pinched position inside his body, leaving him slightly light-headed-though that could have easily been explained by the kissing itself.
Gabriel pulled back at last, amber eyes glittering brightly. “How’s that for positive reinforcement?”
Sam ran his tongue across tingling, kiss-swollen lips. “Reinforcement for what?”
“Not losing your temper.” He released Sam’s face, stretching his neck out once more to peck the hunter on the nose before rolling over onto his back, staring up at Sam upside down. “Stress, Sam, is a boisterous, obnoxious killer, and I kind of like having you around. Plus, I really wanted to kiss you.”
Sam picked himself up off the ground and sat himself down on the edge of the bed, looking down at the archangel. “Couldn’t you have just asked?”
God’s Messenger craned his neck up, flashing a grin. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I wanted to switch it up-I’m always climbing on top of chairs to reach you.”
Sam moved a hand from his lap, covering the one the archangel had crossed loosely over his stomach. “You only ever have to ask, Gabriel. Oddly enough, I enjoy getting kissed by you.”
“Good, we’re in agreement.” Gabriel twisted his hand until their fingers laced together. “But seriously…my feet really are cold.”
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he couldn’t quite keep the fond smile from touching his lips.