Gabriel's amplified voice starts singing about flying on the wings of love and something bitter inside of Sam just wants to laugh.
"I never intended to tresspass against you," and Loki's sitting down next to him in the stall, placing a honest-to-god tankard in front of him. He didn't even know this place had tankards.
"Yeah, well, it's not like..." Not like you ever promised each other anything. Because you didn't. Not like you where an item, as such, not like Dean and Cas, daring anyone to comment. Not like Loki could have known, could he? Not like anybody was telling anybody anything.
"Nevertheless, I feel as if I should make amends," and he nudges the tankard towards him, and the beer is dark and golden, foamy, tempting. So he drinks it, trying to drown out Gabriel's voice and his own thoughts and the whole damn world.
After that, everything turns kind of golden. And hazy. Blurred.
They're on a bed somewhere. All three of them. And they're naked.
Gabriel's beneath him, a needy, begging, trembling mess, caught, impaled and at the mercy of his hands, his lips, his tongue. Right where he belongs.
"I suspect it will require the both of us to keep him from..." and he thinks the voice is talking to him, thinks he really ought to be paying attention, except then there's a cock sliding against his, sliding in against his, and his train of thought just curls up and whimpers at the feeling.
Somewhere someone is keening. It's possible it's him.
Angry, shouting voices are dragging him rudely back to the waking world, and he's deliciously, thoroughly sore and he has a headache that makes him want to shoot whoever is shouting like that. Because honestly, it's way too early, and he just wants to go back to sleep, right here halfway on top of Gabriel, his head nestled against his shoulder. He's been missing this. He's not going to let some angry voices take it away from him.
Except the voices won't to away. And he's pretty sure one of them is Loki's. Dammit.
He looks up at Gabriel, who is looking at something behind him, and when he turns halfway around he sees a tall, blond man in exotic clothes, glaring at them all, looking all righteously indignant as he's standing right by the foot of the bed, opening his mouth to no doubt shout some more.
Sam kicks out, feeling his foot connect, mumbling "go away" even as he's turning back to Gabriel, dragging the covers over his head to shut out the world. Judging by Gabriel's laughter the guy's expression must be priceless, but he doesn't care - he snakes an arm around Loki's waist, dragging him closer, and wills himself back to sleep. Wills them all to go back to sleep.
The rest of the world can damn well wait it's turn.
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part 2/2
Date: 2011-06-04 12:01 pm (UTC)"I never intended to tresspass against you," and Loki's sitting down next to him in the stall, placing a honest-to-god tankard in front of him. He didn't even know this place had tankards.
"Yeah, well, it's not like..." Not like you ever promised each other anything. Because you didn't. Not like you where an item, as such, not like Dean and Cas, daring anyone to comment. Not like Loki could have known, could he? Not like anybody was telling anybody anything.
"Nevertheless, I feel as if I should make amends," and he nudges the tankard towards him, and the beer is dark and golden, foamy, tempting. So he drinks it, trying to drown out Gabriel's voice and his own thoughts and the whole damn world.
After that, everything turns kind of golden. And hazy. Blurred.
They're on a bed somewhere. All three of them. And they're naked.
Gabriel's beneath him, a needy, begging, trembling mess, caught, impaled and at the mercy of his hands, his lips, his tongue. Right where he belongs.
"I suspect it will require the both of us to keep him from..." and he thinks the voice is talking to him, thinks he really ought to be paying attention, except then there's a cock sliding against his, sliding in against his, and his train of thought just curls up and whimpers at the feeling.
Somewhere someone is keening. It's possible it's him.
Angry, shouting voices are dragging him rudely back to the waking world, and he's deliciously, thoroughly sore and he has a headache that makes him want to shoot whoever is shouting like that. Because honestly, it's way too early, and he just wants to go back to sleep, right here halfway on top of Gabriel, his head nestled against his shoulder. He's been missing this. He's not going to let some angry voices take it away from him.
Except the voices won't to away. And he's pretty sure one of them is Loki's. Dammit.
He looks up at Gabriel, who is looking at something behind him, and when he turns halfway around he sees a tall, blond man in exotic clothes, glaring at them all, looking all righteously indignant as he's standing right by the foot of the bed, opening his mouth to no doubt shout some more.
Sam kicks out, feeling his foot connect, mumbling "go away" even as he's turning back to Gabriel, dragging the covers over his head to shut out the world. Judging by Gabriel's laughter the guy's expression must be priceless, but he doesn't care - he snakes an arm around Loki's waist, dragging him closer, and wills himself back to sleep. Wills them all to go back to sleep.
The rest of the world can damn well wait it's turn.