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Sam wakes slowly, reveling in the press of warm flesh against his naked body, though his exposed back feels a bit chilly. His arm tightens, pulling Gabe closer as he nuzzles the light stubble of his chin against his angel’s hair, kissing the top of his head softly before the thought that’s been niggling at his sleep addled brain finally catches his attention. Sam squeezes Gabe again, feeling something lumpy between his chest and Gabriel’s back. Eyes shooting open as realization hits, he jumps to his knees, pulls off the blindfold, and begins fumbling at the ropes on his lover’s arms, struggling through sluggishness to get his fingers to work the knots as Gabe wakes and he stammers apology after apology.
“God, Gabe, I- shit! I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I fell asleep! I’m so sorry, shit!”
“Hey, please don’t bring my dad into our bedroom. And relax, Sam, I’m fine,” Gabe says, wincing slightly as Sam’s attempt to loosen the knots accidentally makes them tighter.
“Holy shit, Gabe, I can’t- never again! I’m so sorry I fell asleep like that. No more ropes, no more blindfolds or gags, no more-”
“Woah, hold on there, bucko, let’s not be too hasty,” Gabe interrupts, jumping up onto his knees and holding his hands out placatingly. “I loved what we did tonight.”
Blinking at Gabe’s raised hands, Sam grabs one, pulling it closer to examine a wrist. He’s wide awake now, so he knows he hasn’t just dreamed away the rope burns he’d seen glimpses of beneath the knots he’d been trying to untie. Or the knots themselves, for that matter. “Right. That’s right, archangel. You could have gotten out at any time. Why didn’t you?” he asks, eyes narrowing at his lover.
“I, er… I guess I kind of liked being helpless in your arms?” Gabriel replies.
“Dude, don’t ever try to play poker.” Sam rolls his eyes. “Let me guess; you thought I’d wake up and feel guilty about leaving you tied up and then wait on you hand and foot to make up for it?”
“Something like that,” Gabe mumbles, blushing as he runs a hand through his hair. “And as for playing poker, I wasn’t bluffing. I really do like being your captive. That just wasn’t the only reason.”
“Gabriel, I love waking with you caged in my arms, but not with your arms tied behind your back. That makes my shoulders ache just thinking about it. Besides, you know you don’t have to guilt me into being your slave, right? I’d already do almost anything for or with you.”
“You’re just saying that.” Gabe pouts like a petulant child.
“What? No I’m not; I mean it.” Sam wonders where Gabe is going with this.
“Says the guy who didn’t even get his boyfriend a Valentine’s Day present?” Gabe quips, eyebrow arched.
“Shit, I forgot.” Sam frowns, blushing up to his ears.
“Hey, no worries; you didn’t even know it was V day until a few days ago. You can jus-”
“No, I meant I forgot to give it to you,” Sam clarifies, rolling onto his stomach and reaching under the bed for the present he’d hidden there earlier.
“Wait, you really got me something?” Gabe asks, eyes going wide as he makes grabby hands.
Sitting cross-legged, Sam laughs at his lover, pulling the present back just as he starts to hand it over. “It’s homemade, and nothing big. I mean, what do you even get for the archangel who can snap his fingers and have whatever he wants?”
“If I could do that, you would’ve been in my bed years ago,” Gabriel points out, hands still waiting expectantly for the gift.
“I have a feeling I’m really going to regret this,” Sam grumbles as he hands over the somewhat flat, squarish package.
Tearing off the gold paper and red bow without a wasted second, Gabriel pulls out the plastic cd case and looks at it with a raised eyebrow. It’s not professionally made, but Sam put a lot of effort into the cover, which shows a picture of a man -who looks suspiciously like Sam, though only the torso is visible- whose arm is reaching down his naked body out of frame and it doesn’t take much imagination to guess what he’s doing. In the same font used for the official series, the title reads; Casa Erotica: Solo en Casa. “Sam, is this what I think it is?”
“You’ll have to watch it and find out. Some time when I’m not around, though.”
“Hey, no way. We should watch it together.” Gabriel pouts.
“Uh-uh. Not happening.”
“Aww, come on, Sam. It’ll be fun.”
“For you maybe. Not for me. I don’t want to watch that video. Ever. It was bad enough having to watch when I edited it,” Sam protests.
Leaning in close, Gabriel murmurs into Sam’s ear. “What if I promised you’d enjoy it.”
“You can’t promise that. Not even archangel powers could do that.”
“Sam, Sam, Sam. Always underestimating me.” Gabriel grins as he snaps his fingers and Sam finds himself nestled between the archangel’s legs, Gabe propped against the headboard on some type of soft platform that has him high enough to rest his chin on the top of Sam’s head for once, an interesting turnabout. Gabriel’s legs are at the perfect height to be armrests for the taller man. Or rather, they would be if Sam’s arms weren’t bound behind his back the same way Gabe’s were earlier.
Tilting his head up and back, Sam looks at his lover, surprise and curiosity written in his eyes.
“Is this okay, Sam? If you really don’t want to I’ll release you and we can just go to bed, but I’d like you to trust me. Not that it’s easy to do that considering all the shit I’ve pulled, but-”
“I trust you, Gabe. And you’ll stop the video when I tell you to, right?”
“If you tell me to, and yeah, I will. So we can watch?” Gabriel already has the remote in hand and must have mojoed the dvd into the player because his thumb is poised over the play button.
Licking his lips nervously, Sam casts one more look up at his lover, then nods. “But do we really need me tied up?”
“No, but turnabout’s fair play, right? It’s part of showing that you trust me.”
“Alright, I guess. Hit play; let’s get this over with.”
Resting his chin back on top of Sam’s head, Gabe hits play.
The video starts, obviously filmed in the Dean Cave, though there’s a white sheet covering the couch and extra lighting. Music is playing, the standard theme song from the Casa Erotica series, but it’s not edited in over the soundtrack; it’s playing in the room being filmed. Sam comes into frame, sitting on the couch in jeans and a white t-shirt with a button-up, light denim shirt over it.
“Gabe, I really don’t think I can do this,” Sam objects as the version of him on screen starts complaining about being too hot and too cold at the same time. He’d filmed it as though it was a video letter to a lover. Which it basically was, so, way to go Sam. How had he ever thought it was creative and cute rather than lacking in originality and pathetic?
“Sure you can, Sam. Tell you what. If it’ll help, you can close your eyes. We can even cover you up. Here, see?” Gabriel snaps his fingers, then tucks the super soft blanket he’s conjured around Sam’s legs and over his shoulders. “Nice and cozy, right? Just relax and focus on me. Forget about the tv.”
Sighing, Sam closes his eyes, leaning back into the odd juxtaposition of soft but firm that is Gabe’s torso. Sure, he avoids seeing himself taking off clothes one layer at a time while rubbing the heel of his hand over the bulge in his jeans, but he still hears his voice talking about how much he misses Gabe and how much he wants him there, touching him, palming over his aching cock through the denim of his jea- Sam gasps as a gentle but strong hand does exactly what the Sam in the video had been wanting.
“Gabe,” Sam whimpers, trying to arch into the touch. Gabe’s legs, which seemed to only be cushioning his shoulders, squeeze just enough to keep him immobile.
“Shh, not too loud Sam. I have to hear what you want me to do to you,” Gabe whispers, warm breath ghosting over Sam’s ear and sending a shiver through him as a hand pinches his nipple lightly through the blanket.
Eyes still closed, Sam shivers as he feels Gabe’s hands slip under the blanket and begin roaming over his body. He hears himself narrating from the video and remembers how he’d done this to himself while filming, wishing the whole time it were Gabriel’s hands. Now it is, and he feels heat coursing through his body and pooling in his loins. They’d slept at least an hour after Sam had his way with Gabriel earlier, so it’s not surprising that he’s ready to go again. It is, however, unusual for him to get this hard this fast. Remembering how long he’d teased himself in the video for Gabe’s viewing pleasure, Sam whimpers. Gabe’s hands roaming over him that long would be pure torture.
“Relax, Sam. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want,” Gabe breathes against his ear before ghosting his lips down Sam’s neck. “I know you’re not watching, but you look so hot right now, teasing yourself for me.”
Sam whimpers again as his cheeks get warmer. He hadn’t thought he could blush any harder, especially considering all the blood in his body seems to have gone south, but apparently he can because Gabriel chuckles.
“You’re so pretty when you blush, Sam. Like a strawberry lollipop just begging to be licked and sucked all over.” And he does just that, tongue tracing over every inch of skin he can reach, sucking hickies on the places video Sam says he’s imagining Gabe’s lips.
Sam tugs lightly at the ropes binding his wrists behind his back. They aren’t too tight and he’s gotten out of binds much stronger than these, but he can’t think past the humming desire coursing through his body and the throbbing need in his neglected cock. “Gabriel,” he pleads as the archangel’s hands rub down his sides, teasing over his hip bones before kneading his upper thighs, first the outside, then inside. But never touching Sam’s rock-hard, aching length.
“Are you complaining, Sam? I’m doing everything you said you want,” he replies, grin evident in his voice as he nibbles the rim of Sam’s ear.
“Too slow,” Sam moans, shuddering with pleasure that only increases his need.
“Oh? But you seem to like the slow pace in the video. Besides, at least I’m touching you. I could be making you watch me do an agonizingly long strip tease.”
Sam whimpers at the memory of how long he’d made Gabe wait to be touched earlier. “I shouldn’t have made you wait so long. But Gabe, it’s so much more intense than when I made the video, with you touching me instead of just my imagination and my own fingers.”
“You can be patient for me though, right? Ooh, you should really open your eyes Sam. Do you know what you’re doing to yourself right now on the screen?” Gabe asks as he squirms his feet until they’re under Sam’s ass, lifting him off the bed a bit, and slides his right hand around and down to his hole. His fingers flow warm and dry over Sam’s hip and ass cheek but when he rubs one over the tight pucker it’s chilled with lube. Left arm wrapped posessively around Sam’s waist under the blanket, hand splayed over the firm muscle of his stomach, Gabe prods teasingly at the entrance before pushing past as he lays his cheek against Sam’s back.
Sam gasps in tandem with his recorded self and his eyes open involuntarily to see himself fingering his own hole on the screen. Is that really what he looks like? Debauched and wanton and begging Gabe to touch him? Eyes squeezing shut again, Sam focuses on the feeling of Gabe’s finger working inside him, another joining to scissor and thrust, opening him much better than his own ever could.
“You’re so hot, Sam,” Gabe murmurs as his fingers brush over Sam’s prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him that his double on the screen doesn’t get. “It’s obvious how much time and effort you put into this present. I know I don’t deserve you, but I swear I’ll make sure you never regret this. Me. Ever.”
Though he wants to protest the part about Gabriel not deserving him, Sam’s too busy writhing and moaning on Gabe’s fingers to make anything close to a coherent argument. He hears himself on the screen saying how much he wants Gabe’s cock. When he’d been filming, he hadn’t been able to get his wish. But now, with his angel pulling his fingers out, he’ll get what he was aching for back then, and the anticipation thrills through his body with a whimper and shiver.
“Sam, tell me what you want? Not what you thought I wanted you to want when you made the video; what do you want, right now?”
“I want you to touch me. Stroke me while you make love to me,” Sam pleads. “Want to come with you inside me, hear you calling my name over and over.”
“As you wish.” Gabriel’s grin is palpable against the back of Sam’s neck where he’d gone back to planting kisses. “Turn around for me, Sam,” he orders, though it’s more a request. Pulling the blanket off, he tosses it aside then sits back to give Sam room.
Attempting to comply, Sam struggles to get to his knees from a sitting position with his hands still bound behind his back, but doesn’t have much luck. He hears a snap of fingers and suddenly his wrists are free. Taking a minute to roll his shoulders and work the pins and needles out of his hands, Sam moans as he feels warm, strong fingers working over his sore muscles. The ache of having been tied up for so long fades but the aching need in his cock only intensifies. With a sigh of satisfaction, he turns around and smiles at his lover, licking his lips.
Grinning wide, Gabe surges forward, claiming Sam’s lips as he easily lifts the larger, heavier man. He positions Sam’s legs around his waist then lowers him backward onto the bed, kissing him into the mattress as he slides his large cock into Sam, slowly and far more easily than warranted by the amount of prep. The video continues to play in the background but Gabriel’s no longer watching. He’s much more interested in the Sam in his arms than the one on the screen.
Sam moans around their wrestling tongues as he feels Gabe bottom out, filling him so deep and full. He never in a million years would have thought he’d like this, but once he’d given in to Gabriel’s flirting and then eventually let him top, Sam found he absolutely loves it. Not having to be the one in control, not having to worry about his partner’s satisfaction (Gabriel knows what he likes and takes it when Sam lets him), he can relax and let go in a way he rarely if ever allows himself to. No demons lurking in his past, no threats looming in his future, no worries littering the present, just the pleasure of feeling Gabriel moving inside him and claiming Sam as his.
Having used his mojo to ease the way, Gabe doesn’t give Sam much time to adjust. He waits just long enough for Sam to fully feel how deep he is before he’s sliding out again, then back in using long, smooth strokes that rock in and out of Sam like waves on a rolling sea. Though he holds the taller man’s hips up to lessen their height distance and Sam cranes his neck, it isn’t long before he gives up on kissing in favor of grazing his teeth over pecs, collar bones, nipples, every inch of damp, heated skin he can reach.
Head thrown back into the mattress, Sam’s fingers tightly grip the bedspread as he rocks into Gabriel’s movements, incoherent moans falling from his lips. The storm of lovemaking kicks up a notch as Gabe increases the speed and force of his rolling thrusts, rocking into Sam harder, deeper, Sam’s cock trapped between them and twitching with need.
Sliding his left hand down Sam’s arm, Gabe threads his fingers with Sam’s, pushing the bedspread out of his grip as he presses their joined hands into the mattress beside Sam’s head. His lips worship Sam’s body as he continues to increase the speed and force of his thrusts, and Sam’s name peppers the air between them.
Sam looks at Gabe without really seeing, only feeling the rising tide of heat between them, high on the sound of his name falling from the archangel’s lips. Gabe’s eyes meet his with a grin that Sam is unable to process but the feel of Gabe’s strong hand wrapped around his cock a second later clarifies the meaning. It’s exactly what Sam asked for and he’s so gone on the way Gabriel treasures him that Sam can do little more than squeeze his hand and ride the wave as it builds higher and higher, his own voice adding Gabe’s name to the mix.
Though Gabriel is usually pretty vocal, he limits his words to three, repeated over and over as he rocks hard and deep into Sam, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Sam… love you… love you, Sam. Sam. Sam. Love Sam. Love you, Sam.” Making love is what Sam requested, and Gabe delivers, guiding them to the crest and riding the wave. He stops stroking and grips the base of Sam’s cock until he’s keening with need, trembling beneath him as Gabe continues rocking into him..
“Please,” Sam begs, tears moistening the corners of his eyes.
“Hey, I’ve got you, Sam.” Gabriel shifts the angle, pushing deeper into Sam and grinding against his prostate with every thrust. He goes back to stroking Sam’s cock as he lets Sam’s voice pull him through the crashing wave. Both their names ring out in unison as Gabe stutters into Sam, driving deep and pulsing his release as Sam stripes his own onto both their chests.
When Gabriel collapses, Sam wraps his arms around him, legs squeezing tighter around his waist as they both tremor and shudder, still riding the rolling foam remnants of the wave, until finally they’re washed ashore, spent and exhausted but vibrantly satisfied in each other’s arms.
They stay like that for a while, Gabe listening to Sam’s heartbeat as it slows, large hands running up and down Gabe’s back as Sam drifts somewhere between waking and sleeping. The forgotten video is on a homemade menu screen that plays the casa erotica intro theme on repeat. Eventually the mess between them becomes less tolerable and Gabe, not even lifting his head from Sam’s chest, raises a hand and snaps his fingers.
Sam finds himself under clean covers, Gabriel still on his chest, minus the mess between them. Clothing seems to have taken its place. Who knows how the archangel managed that with Sam’s legs still wrapped around his waist. Letting his legs relax onto the bed, Sam lifts the covers up and sees white, yellow, and red. They’re both wearing the heart eyes emoji boxers Gabe had gotten them. Kissing the crown of the head on his chest, Sam settles the covers back around them, arms sliding around Gabe’s waist again. “I love you,” he murmurs into the soft golden hair.
“Love you too, Sam,” Gabe replies, nuzzling against his chest. “Crap, forgot the lights.” Looking up at Sam with a wink, Gabe slides off him, sits bolt upright like a mummy rising from its tomb but quickly, claps twice, then flops back down under the covers, back to Sam as the lights go out and tv shuts off.
Sam can’t help cracking up at the hilarious rendition of the old tv commercial for the clapper. He rolls over too, using a hand around Gabriel’s waist to pull him back against his chest. “I really love you,” he says, still chuckling. “Thank you for tonight. This really has been the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”
“Considering it’s the first time you’ve celebrated the holiday, I’d have been offended if it wasn’t. But I’m going to try to make you say that every year from now on,” Gabe replies.
“I doubt you could surpass this, but I’d be happy with just as good. The thought of you trying to outdo yourself every year is kinda scary,” Sam says, nuzzling into Gabe’s neck. They settle in, Sam quickly slipping back to that not-awake but not-quite-asleep state before Gabriel’s soft voice breaks the silence.
“You know, it’s the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had too. And I do celebrate every year.”
It takes a minute for the enormity of that statement to sink in. Gabriel has been on earth for millenia. That means he’s been celebrating Valentine’s Day since it was created. There aren’t words to express the swelling in Sam’s heart when that realization hits. The only thing he can do is hold him closer and pray fate lets them keep enjoying moments, days, like this in between all the crap that’s always dumped on them. With an archangel on their side, things are sure to go better. right?