Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, one-touch instant angel-induced orgasm. In pants?
It doesn’t actually count as one touch, not when Gabriel’s been sending him little flashes of sensation all day — a surge of heat in his hips, a prickling of his skin, the ghost of lips moving against Sam’s neck that weren’t really there. Sam’s been on edge, fighting down groans that wouldn’t be at all appropriate, say, while interviewing a grief-stricken widow or buying a Caesar salad.
To his credit, Gabriel waits until Sam’s alone before cornering him, eyes alight, all smiles in the face of Sam’s litany of accusations about the shit Gabriel’s been pulling all damn day long. And also to his credit, when his hand finally lands square on the lump that’s been burning up Sam’s pants for hours, it’s more than just a groan-and-spurt — it’s everything all at once, buildup and tease and process, like an extended sexual encounter condensed in a single overwhelming moment. And then Sam groans-and-spurts, and slumps forward, shuddering, onto Gabriel’s shoulder, telling him in a weary, blissed-out voice just how much he hates his guts.
