Grief makes people do strange things.... rp with dixietech

[second_son83]

((continued from here))With one hand around Gabriel's vessel's back and another in his hair, Sam let his grief and loneliness flood forward and he didn't try to hold it back. His fingers tightened in the other man's hair, moaning into the vessel's mouth. He tasted different. Wasn't as sweet. And the beard was ticklish. Another thing he'd have to

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[dixietech]

They were both desperately lonely without Gabriel and Bill.. he wanted this, wanted Sam so much it made him ache. Was it psychic feedback from Gabriel's affection for him? He neither knew nor cared. The moment Sam moaned against him Bill was lost. He groaned, dropping his hand to his hip.

It wasn't fair to any of them, but it wasn't fair of Gabriel to leave them in the first place, to abandon them and Bill was tired of sacrificing. Call him selfish, but he wanted this damnit.

The books press hard against his shoulders but he barely notices as Sam leans in over him.

Yes Sam. Yes.

[second_son83]

He knows he's thought it before but this was such a bad idea. He was just so lonely and this wasn't fair and... oh, fuck it

[dixietech]

To hell with it. They've earned this, both sacrificing well above and beyond what was expected. So what if it's selfish to do this? To want some warmth and comfort of something as simple as touch? Bill shudders and groans as Sam's hands slide up underneath his shirt, finding warm skin. He can't remember the last time he'd been touched like that.

It's okay. It's okay that Sam doesn't love him. He can give Sam this and maybe.. maybe allow himself to pretend for just a moment that Sam loved him.

"'s okay," he gasps against his lips, pushing his hips against Sam as he works at his belt. "Sam.. 's okay."

[second_son83]

"Okay..." it wasn't. It really wasn't but Sam would try to pretend it was. At least for a while. Sam never cheated on his lovers. He was never unfaithful and to know that he'd be hurting Gabriel doing this should have stopped him dead in his tracks. But it didn't.

This whole thing was gonna smack him in the face when he was done. But for right now he'd focus on Bill's gasps and how they sounded. And even though they sounded different from Gabe's they still got him going, his fingers fumbling over the fastening of Bill's jeans. He nipped at the other's lips, breath speeding up and heartrate soaring, as he rocked his hips against the shorter man's body.

He was screwed. So screwed.