#SamGabeHSAU -
This is an interlude. A brief diversion. We'll return to the story before we're done.
For now, let's return to a little over a week ago, when Cas Engel came down with the flu and Sam was tapped to cover the school board meeting in his stead. For whatever reason, Gabriel insisted on tagging along, and despite Sam's worry that Gabriel would cause a scene or laugh the whole time, he was actually remarkably well-behaved as he sat next to Sam in a back row of the auditorium, well behind the rows of well-meaning PTA members and concerned local taxpayers.
Well-behaved, except for his thumb.
His ~thumb.~
Gabriel started the meeting with his hand on Sam's knee. As the event progressed, his hand crept steadily up until it found purchase on Sam's thigh. And his thumb slipped, almost unnoticeably, down against his inner thigh and began to stroke back and forth.
And back and forth and back and forth, never speeding up or venturing into more interesting territory. Just stroking. Steadily. For an hour and change.
By the end of the meeting Sam was so hard he was afraid to stand up.
"Hey," Gabriel said after feasting his eyes on Sam's reddened face. "Didn't your mom say she was going to pick us up at nine?"
Sam managed a squeaking noise somewhat similar to a "Hm?"
Gabriel shrugged. "It's only 8:15."
"You're right," Sam said, jerkily checking his watch. "I should call..."
Gabriel's hand on his thigh squeezed. Hard. His eyes were gleaming.
Together they tumbled into a side hallway, far from the thinning ranks of school board members. It was December and Sam was burning up. His shirt and Gabriel's were off, their coats laid down as an impromptu blanket, as they slid their hands around each other and pressed so close together Sam thought he might burst from the pressure. His moans were echoing like music against the walls.
Then Gabriel's hands were at his fly, and Sam gasped and seized up.
Gabriel didn't say a word, just pressed his face into Sam's neck and worked hard at freeing him. Sam's pulse was battering against his throat. No one besides a doctor and himself had touched him there since he was a baby. This was breaking a wall.
And then it was done, the wall was gone, and Sam was done. Gabriel barely had his hand looped around Sam's cock before a shout ripped from Sam's throat and he came, shamefully, wetting Gabriel's hand and his own jeans and feeling like the whole world had just come undone in the best possible way.
"Oh, God," he kept saying between desperate gulps of air. "Oh, God."
Gabriel chuckled against Sam's neck. "Feel good?" he said, then, without waiting for an answer, "Good thing your coat will cover that up."
Sam laughed like a giddy fool and dragged Gabriel up to kiss him hard.
So that's what happened a week ago, and that's why Sam is now lying on his bed next to Gabriel, his hand at the zipper of his jeans, saying, "Okay?"
Gabriel is trying to keep his signature smile alight. It's not working. "Oh, hell, yeah."
Sam is nervous as hell, but he wants to give Gabriel the same trip into the stratosphere that Sam still hasn't come down from entirely. His hands shake as he eases down Gabriel's pants and boxers and just looks, the looking feeling almost more foreign than the touching. It's still strange territory while he stares, but from the moment he reaches out his hand to touch, he's exploring and learning, just as he has the rest of Gabriel's body. And it's like home in that way.
Plus, Gabriel is breathing in little hitches and puffs, punctuated by soft keening moans, and he's moving his hips in to meet Sam's hand, and he's breathtaking. Sam himself has forgotten to breathe.
"Oh, Sam," Gabriel whimpers. "Oh, God."
Sam leans in to kiss him and gets a mouthful of enthusiastic tongue. Laughing, he drops his head to lick at Gabriel's neck.
Gabriel breaks away, his eyes panicked. For an instant Sam thinks he's done something wrong.
But what Gabriel whispers is, "Sam, I'm gonna..."
"Go ahead," Sam urges, and kisses the hollow of Gabriel's throat.
At once his hand is wet and his ears are burning with the echo of the agonized shout that Gabriel gives, then smothers in the mop of Sam's hair. It's possibly the most satisfying moment of Sam's life. He did that. He drove Gabriel crazy.
He's grinning beside Gabriel for a long time before Gabriel abruptly turns his head and says, "Do you want something?"
Sam knows what he means, but his answer is, "Yeah. Spend Christmas with me."