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Dancing on a String	By : AeoAthura Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dancing on a String

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Sam/Gabriel, Crowley/Kevin

Rating: AO (Adult Only)
Warnings/Tags: BDSM, Sex Toys, Shibari, top!Gabriel, Bottom!Sam, Dom/sub, Alternate Universe - Real World, Mildly Dubious Consent, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Aftercare, Lots of Sex, Angst, Work In Progress, Educational, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Heavy Feels. (If I have missed a tag, please tell me in a comment and I will add it as soon as possible.)
Full Summary: An incredible night of pleasure opens Sam’s eyes to a new world he never knew existed. However he quickly learns that the person he wants to discover this with has little interest to show him…
Gabriel Novak hasn't been a proper Dom in years, and he has no intention of changing that. But Sam Winchester doesn't play fair with his long, floppy hair and big eyes and those damn pouty lips... An untrained Sub shouldn't be that perfect.

Chapter One:

The World on a String
When Sam Winchester opened the door to Novak’s Bar he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he knew what he wanted. He was met with the thick scent of beer and BO, the dim lighting and smoky atmosphere helping the establishment’s overall ‘aesthetics’. Normally Sam Winchester would never go to a place like this, he didn’t even like to drink, really; but for tonight it was absolutely perfect for what he needed.
There were three men Sam could only classify as ‘dudes’ sitting at the polished bar, and he could only call them this because all three of them had a beer in their hand, wore some form of plaid with a jacket, their eyes glued to the flat screen television perched on a shelf behind the bar, and two of them were hanging off of their barstools in every direction. There were booths tucked around the sides of the room with other patrons who were less easily assessed, and Sam didn’t care to try as he let the door squeak shut behind him and made his way over to the far side of the bar, away from everything.
Sam spotted the bartender, a short blond man who was turned, leaning against the counter as he cleaned off a glass and watched whatever game was on the TV. The sound on the TV was muffled and he couldn’t make out what was being said, but in an instant the tension broke and a choreographed wave of reactions rolled through the viewers, complete with loud exclamations of disappointment. The bartender was laughing though, a wicked grin on his lips as he turned his gaze to his patrons briefly before scanning the room. His eyes landed on Sam and he offered the man a smile as he put the glass down and set the towel aside.
Sam made a few quick assessments of this man, as he often did with people. It was -- well, had been -- his job after all. This was a man who knew who he was: he walked with a straight back and relaxed shoulders, and an easy smile that looked natural. Though his shirt was tucked in, there was a definite softness to his belly that just added to his approachable appeal. Slowly the bartender folded his arms and leaned across the counter towards Sam, “You’re not one of my usual customers.”
“Tonight’s not a usual night,” Sam responded easily. “What do you have that’s strong?”
The man’s lips twisted upwards into a mischievous smile, “Other than you?” He flashed a wink, not phased when Sam appeared entirely unamused, “How about this, you tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix you up the perfect drink to combat it.”
“You’re not my therapist, you don’t need to listen to my sob story,” Sam grumbled, holding the bartender’s amber gaze.
The man barked a laugh, his whole face lighting up with the effort, “Kid, bartenders are licensed psychiatrists. The only difference is that our license is a liquor license, and we don’t make you talk about your daddy issues.” He winked and Sam felt a traitorous smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. The bartender ducked slightly when Sam tried to turn his eyes down, “Tell me.” The two words were spoken firmly, and Sam felt his resolve suddenly shatter.
“I got fired.” Sam sighed, and forced his eyes away, “I messed up and got fired for it.”
When he looked back up, he saw the bartender was already mixing together a drink. There was no unnecessary flare to it, but confidence and practice made the simple actions look like an art form. Finally the glass was set before Sam. “First one’s free,” the bartender said as he leaned against the wood once more. “It won’t get you blackout drunk but it should help take the edge off a shitty day.”
Sam didn’t take handouts, and he didn’t like the idea of pity, but it wasn’t hard to see that it would be taken as a personal insult if he rejected the offer. So he said thanks as he went to pick up the drink and brought it to his lips. It was bitter and carbonated with a slight bite, and made him growl as he swallowed it down. The taste was as unpleasant as any alcoholic beverage, but warmth immediately settled in his stomach. “Sam, by the way.” He felt the need to offer.
“Gabriel,” the bartender said with a smile. “Enjoy that, I’ll be back in a minute.”
He left no time for Sam to comment before he was gone, attending the other patrons of the bar before going to see to those in the booths. His charisma seemed to put everyone at ease, and Sam could tell that everyone there was some form of a regular. He suddenly felt horribly out of place, and wondered if he should have gone to a commercial bar where the tenders ignored him and the women expected him to buy their drinks. But there was no denying the atmosphere of this bar.
Not wanting to change his mind now, Sam turned his gaze down to his drink as he nursed it between his hands. The glass was empty after a few pulls, but the bottom of the glass didn’t hold the answers he had been hoping for.
“Hey…look at me.” Gabriel’s voice startled Sam enough to make him look up and catch the man’s eyes over the bar. “No moping allowed in my bar.”
Sam scoffed, “You’re the one who wanted to know.”
“Yeah. You’re welcome to talk it out, rant, or bitch. I get paid either way,” Gabriel winked. “But no moping.”
There was a long pause as Sam regarded this strange bartender, “I went to school for six years to be a lawyer. I know that I’m gonna sound naive but I wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted to defend the good guy, and, yeah, there are people that do that, but I have to intern before I can do my own thing and my boss was… Ugh. I would call him a dick, but that would be a compliment. Alistair is just the cruelest thing on this planet.”
“You don’t sound naive. Having a dream isn’t being naive, Sam.” Gabriel spoke gently, “So what’d you do that got you fired?”
Sam reached up and ran his hands through his hair, closing his eyes as he recalled the incident, “Alistair was defending this bastard. Wife beater, child abuser, probably a sex offender. He’s got the charisma to get out of it, though. Never spent more than a night in a holding cell for all the shit on his record. He was trying to take custody of his two kids full time, complaining that his ex-wife is too drug-addled to take them. A tape recording of the guy’s admission to beating his kids might have slipped into the opposition’s hands, when it was never supposed to see the light of day.”
Gabriel chuckled, “Well it sounds like you did right by the rest of the world, Sam. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself rewarded.”
“Lemme guess, ‘God will open a door’?” Sam asked, unable to hide the bite of sarcasm. He’d used to believe in God and Angels, but his faith had been long since weakened.
Gabriel chuckled, “No, more like you’ll have people’s support if you do stuff like that.”
“So what, I should just walk up to potential employers and say ‘Hi, I got fired because I let my personal feelings get in the way of doing my job.’” Sam shot sarcastically.
Gabriel huffed, “No, you should say, ‘Hi, I’m Sam. I got fired because I saved two kids from an abusive father.’ You sound much more employable and heroic. Find yourself a lady boss, one with kids, even, and you’ll be locked and sealed for a lifetime job.” He sounded so confident and sure that it made Sam have to remind himself that the real world didn’t work that way. “It’s not all storm clouds and assholes, Sam,” Gabriel went on to say, as if reading Sam’s thoughts. “You’ll find your way.”
The sentiment coming from a stranger should not have eased the tension in Sam’s shoulders the way that it did. He sighed and relaxed. “Can I get another?” he asked, sliding the glass towards the man, who picked it up but this time just poured a beer into the glass. “You don’t need to get wasted tonight,” Gabriel told him.
Sam was ready with a snappy response. Who was this bartender to tell him anything? The words died in his throat though as he reached out to pick up the glass and took a long drink. This was definitely a healthy beer, the bitter taste that mixed with the carbonation was actually pleasant, and Gabriel grinned as he must have seen something on Sam’s face. “Pallet cleanser,” he said as he turned and vanished behind a swinging door into the kitchen. He reappeared a moment later with a large bowl.
Sam watched as Gabriel went up to a blender and created a mix with ice cream, strawberries, malt liquor, and pineapple chunks… The concoction came out bright pink and had quite a bit of sugar added to the final mix before Gabriel poured them both a glass and stuck a crazy straw into his own. “It’s called Sunny Days, Sammy,” he said with a bright grin as Sam regarded the pink monstrosity.
“Don’t call me Sammy.”
“Moose.”
Sam sighed, “Fair enough.” He picked up the glass and took a drink. It was actually really good. “It’s sweet,” he found himself saying as he took another drink.
“What can I say, I like sweet things,” Gabriel said before he took a long drink from his ridiculous straw that had Sam chuckling softly to himself. “Tell me, Sam, are you sweet?”
Suddenly Sam’s face was hot, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol, “Excuse me?”
“I asked if you’re sweet.” Gabriel smirked and the look seemed so natural on his face.
Sam wasn’t sure how to respond to this man who served him pink fruity drinks and asked him oddly flirtatious questions. Gabriel wasn’t the ‘gay’ type, Sam could tell, but he obviously didn’t care about gender; and while Sam could assuredly appreciate beauty or attractiveness no matter the form, he had never put himself into a situation where he would consider anyone else but a woman. But Gabriel was smirking, and there was something in his eyes, a challenge and a promise all in one that had the knot that had built up in that three seconds of speechlessness undoing itself. So Sam felt himself relaxing, partly in thanks to the alcohol, and returned the smirk, “Sometimes, I guess. It’s rare, though.”
Gabriel seemed satisfied with this answer and took a long drink, “I wouldn’t have believed you if you said otherwise.” Then he switched topics easily, “So you lost your job… You got someone waiting for you at home?”
This brought up thoughts of Dean, who Sam knew wouldn’t be upset, who would crack open beers and put on bad movies and stay up with Sam to share a companionable moody silence. “Yeah,” Sam sighed, “just my brother.”
“He won’t take it well?”
“No, he will… I mean, he won’t care. I just feel like I’d be letting him down.” The words came off his tongue easily, and he wasn’t shy to let people know he was close to his brother but he kept reminding himself that Gabriel was a stranger, and yet the words kept coming. “He spent so much of his life making sure that my life would be good. I just…feel like this would be slapping him in the face.”
“Stop that.” The words were firm and strong and Sam’s eyes snapped up to meet Gabriel’s once more, and he couldn’t pull away from that gaze. “You did a good thing, and while you might have been punished for it by a shitty workplace, there’s no reason for you to punish yourself. I’ve seen men like you, Sam, and though they’re rare, you’re going to have no problem getting yourself another job. You’re not letting anyone down except yourself.”
He found himself taking comfort in the words readily, and stopped questioning it. Gabriel’s charisma was just something Sam would have to accept as a fact about the man. “You know, maybe you really should trade in the liquor license for a therapists license,” he said, taking a drink. The alcohol and Gabriel’s presence were doing well to ease his frayed nerves and tense muscles. “I think you’d be good at it.”
“I have no doubt about that.” Gabriel straightened up and went to wash his empty glass, “But then I wouldn’t be allowed to hit on my patients.” He flashed a wink that had Sam’s face heating up again as he broke into a smile and a soft chuckle, “Be right back, Kiddo.”
Once more Gabriel went about the bar to make sure everyone was taken care of. He refilled several drinks and called a cab for someone. Sam didn’t realize that the bar was emptying out. Gabriel didn’t spend nearly as much time with his other patrons as he did on Sam, but judging by the familiar smiles and hugs, these were people who had known Gabriel for years now. Sam wondered if he should tell Dean about this bar, and wondered if he might make a habit to come back as well.
When Gabriel came back this time, he took the barstool beside Sam instead of across the counter. “You know, you’re a lot more handsome when you’re not moping,” came the comment.
Sam chuckled, “You talk a lot.”
“Problem?”
“No, not really.” Sam shrugged, “The others here seem to like you.”
Gabriel smiled proudly and scanned over the room, “Yeah well, it’s surprising what a familiar face in a familiar place can do for someone, Sam. Been here almost eight years now, best investment I ever made.”
The next hour passed easily with small talk and watching the game on the TV. Sam wasn’t normally into football, but he found himself studying Gabriel’s face and the expressions he made as he watched. It was more amusing than the game, honestly, because no matter what happened the man always seemed smug - and Sam assumed that there was money put on the outcome of the game.
At 1:15 AM there were only four people left in the bar: Sam, Gabriel, and two of the three men who had been sitting at the bar when Sam came in. The final moments of the game passed and Sam laughed when Gabriel jumped up and threw his arms around the two patrons, jovial and victorious. “What’d I tell you boys? I’m never wrong!” Sam watched as the men pulled out their wallets and bills passed hands before they patted Gabriel’s shoulders and took their leave.
“Gambling is illegal, you know,” Sam said with a little smirk that said he wasn’t going to say anything about it.
“Good thing they were just paying their tab then,” Gabriel said with a wink.
“Good thing, then.” Sam stood up and grabbed for his wallet, pulling out a twenty. He received a strange look from Gabriel as he slid it across the bar, “I should be heading home.”
“Should you now?” Gabriel took the bill and handed back fifteen to Sam’s surprise. He didn’t question it, putting it into his wallet. “I thought we were having fun.”
Sam felt a little thrill run down his spine, “Aren’t you closing soon?” he asked.
“I am, but I have a policy that Moose are allowed to stay after hours.” He waggled his brows suggestively and the ridiculously serious manner in which he said that had Sam laughing in amusement. “Stay, Sam.” It wasn’t a request, and Sam felt another jolt of excitement as he sat down again.
Gabriel turned off the TV and made a note to take his time as he cleaned up the bar. Without the distraction of the television, Sam was forced to watch and study the man further. He seemed to gather himself after a moment and looked up at Sam, his gaze now entirely different, steely and calculating, “Sam, I need to know now if you’re okay with this.” At Sam’s confused look he pressed on, “Flirting is one thing, but have you ever been with a man before?”
It should have been unsettling how in the span of a few minutes everything about the bartender had changed. He was no longer the smiling, charismatic man who had served Sam drinks and asked if he was sweet. This was what Sam had been seeing glimpses of throughout the night, however, in the subtle commands and hard stares. He felt compelled to answer, “I’ve…no, never been with a man.” He said, his voice feeling thicker than he intended.
“Answer my first question,” Gabriel said sternly, settling directly across from the taller man to hold his gaze.
Sam swallowed under the full and surprising intensity as he saw a new color of Gabriel’s charisma shining through with a blinding force. He had known this man for only a few hours, and knew almost nothing about him, but he wanted to. He suddenly wanted to know more about what made this man, about what was drawing at Sam like a magnet that he couldn’t draw away from. In a moment he felt himself saying, “Yeah… I am.”
“No ‘yeahs’, Sam.”
Sam cleared his throat, feeling himself shrink down a little, “Yes.”
Gabriel straightened and suddenly their height difference meant nothing, “Yes what?”
“Yes, I’m okay with…trying stuff with you.” Under any other circumstances, the condescending nature of the conversation would have irritated Sam to no end, and he felt in himself the desire for that irritation but it simply wasn’t there.
“Good boy,” Gabriel said and the tense air between them relaxed and Sam released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. The bartender went on, leaning only slightly but he managed to crowd Sam’s space, “Now I want you to close your eyes.”
Sam blinked.
“Close your eyes,” he said again, firmly but not aggressively. Sam hesitantly complied, and Gabriel continued, “Now I want you to keep them closed for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”
He swallowed down, his stomach turning in a manner that wasn’t unpleasant, “Yeah.” There was an annoyed hum from across the bar and he cleared his throat, “I mean, yes.”
He got no immediate response, but he heard the sound of Gabriel turning to walk away. Sam expected conversation to make up for his vision, but he got nothing. He was tempted to open his eyes or peek to see what the other was doing, but the thought of Gabriel’s hardened gaze tinted with upset or disappointment was something Sam oddly didn’t want. So instead he listened to the sound of feet moving across the concrete floor, glasses sliding over the wood. Gabriel moved around the bar and the scrape of chairs being moved could be heard as he set them up on the tables. A hand ghosted across Sam’s back as Gabriel walked past him, and it was suck a brief and gentle touch that it got his attention.
More movement, more chairs scraping, the clink of glasses. Sam wasn’t sure how long this went on, but the time of night was starting to weigh on him and he felt his shoulders relaxing and his mind drifting.
Once more there were fingers across his back, slow and steady, this time down his spine in such a way that made Sam straighten his back. The fingers shifted into a pair of hands sliding down Sam’s lower back, stopping at his sides to hold him steady before something pressed to one of his shoulders. Lips, he realized, and the affection behind the action had him shivering lightly, “Keep your eyes closed, Sam. You’re doing good.”
Sam swallowed but found himself leaning back into the offered touches and Gabriel let out a soft chuckle, “Poor thing, you haven’t had proper attention in a while, have you?” The hands on Sam’s sides slid down and around to smooth over the top of his thighs, curling inward before dragging in towards his center and then moving away before they touched anything fun. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you tonight. Gonna make up for that shitty day you had…”
Sam had long since given up equating anything Gabriel did to how Sam would react to normal people. The words relaxed him, and he didn’t question it. He felt his legs spreading on their own accord and his muscles relaxing. Then those hands shifted in again and pulled back and found Sam’s half-interested erection, kneading it through his jeans and Sam’s back arched right up as his mouth fell open and he let out a surprised little moan.
Gabriel chuckled softly, “Such a nice voice, I like it.” The man smiled and kept kneading, “Wonder if I can make you sing my name tonight.”
Sam knew he should be nervous, but instead he was grinning. “Gabriel…” he panted after a moment, the electrical sensations causing his brain to stutter momentarily.
“What is it, Sam?” Gabriel breathed, and then his lips shifted up to Sam’s neck, licking at the skin, murmuring, “Tell me what you want,” into his flesh and Sam groaned.
“I wanna kiss you.” Sam turned and his nose buried in Gabriel’s hair and he got a strong intake of that scent, sweet and strong.
Gabriel chuckled, “That’s cute.” And it was the first thing Gabriel said all night that mildly annoyed Sam. He enjoyed kissing. “How much do you want it, Sam?” he asked, his hand squeezing on Sam’s thigh just right and drawing a low moan from Sam’s throat again. “Come on, tell me.”
Sam let out a little growl, “C’mon Gabe…”
Gabriel bit down on Sam’s back, making him flinch slightly, “Sam.” The word was stern and snapped Sam right back into his submission. “Be good and I’ll give you the world on a string.” The promise was soft and sweet and real; it made Sam’s chest swell with hope for a moment.
Sam swallowed and got himself under control, “Please kiss me, I want it bad.”
There’s the smile again, pressed to his skin, and Sam can imagine the way the man’s eyes shift with the motion, and then he’s being turned and Gabriel is leaning up as one hand comes to pull Sam down into a kiss; it doesn’t disappoint. Gabriel was tentative and gentle at first, much as he had been earlier, teasing and testing the waters, tasting and testing his limits before he grinned, “You’re so good, Sam.” He breathed against the taller man’s lips, his hands curling, fingers stroking Sam’s scalp to send pleasing tingles across his skin.
But Sam wanted more. He pressed into the kiss and his hands came around to take Gabriel’s hips, pulling him in, but in an instant the man went rigid in Sam’s hold. “Hands at your side, Sam,” he said, taking Sam’s wrists and pulling them to rest on his knees, “Relax. You’re so good, so good, Sam.”
As they slipped back into their kiss Sam made a mental note on Gabriel’s game. Gabriel loved control, he loved feeling like he was in power. And Sam seemed to like giving him that power - a man he hardly knew… He knew a little about BDSM, but he had to admit that it wasn’t much. The prospect made him nervous, though. “Gabriel?”
The worried tone in Sam’s voice seemed to pull the man into reality. He broke the kiss and gave them some space, and Sam opened his eyes and found Gabriel’s concerned gaze holding his. “What’s up, Kiddo?”
“Um… This isn’t that, uh, bondage stuff, is it?”
Gabriel frowned and his expression was something between insulted and forlorn, “Something like that. That no good, Sam?”
Sam cleared his throat as he tried to get his brain to function properly, “I just… I’ve never… I’ve heard a lot of bad or strange things.” And he wasn’t lying. Ash, a friend of Dean’s from work, had sent him more than a few skeevy e-mails with disgusting websites depicting women bound in leather. Then of course there was the book which Sam had never read but was apparently terrible because it was BDSM. He looked at Gabriel pleadingly.
Gabriel sighed. “Relax, Sam,” he said, his voice gentle and comforting. “I have absolutely no intention of hurting you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” He smiled, and this was reassuring enough for Sam that he relaxed and nodded back. “Here, before we go any further tonight, let’s do this.” Gabriel turned and grabbed a stool, pulling it over so that he could sit in front of Sam, a hand on the man’s knee, “I want you to think of what’s called a ‘safe word.’”
“Isn’t that used for the roleplay stuff?” he asked, feeling his cheeks heat up again because he felt so unsure about all of this.
Gabriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Safe words can be used for anything, Sammoose,” he offered. “Basically, it’s a word that if you say it, I back completely off, no questions asked.”
Sam raised a hesitant brow, “Why can’t I just say ‘stop’?”
“You can, but that’s why it’s mostly known for being used in roleplay scenes. Sometimes ‘stop’ doesn’t always mean stop - and don’t give me that look. There are plenty of times when you’re caught up in the moment where your brain and your body want two different things. A safe word is your way of telling me that this is an absolute no.” He smiled, “It’s just an added safety precaution.”
“Alright, uh…banana,” Sam tried, leaning back some. He felt silly, especially when Gabriel snorted a laugh at him.
“Not quite, Kiddo. Common words are a bad choice. Try something obscure, but has meaning. For instance, my safe word is Platypus. It’s my favorite animal, and something that I otherwise don’t associate with sex.”
Sam frowned and thought again. “Impala,” he decided, and at Gabriel’s insisting look he continued on. “Our family car is an Impala, my brother owns it now and treats it like his own child.”
Gabriel’s face lit up in a gentle smile, “There you go.” He reached out to pat Sam’s leg, “That’s a good one.” His smile turned reassuring, “There’s a lot of things about real BDSM that people don’t understand, Sam. One of the big ones? The Sub is actually the one with all the power. They can call off a scene at any time, and their Dom’s pleasure depends on their Sub’s.”
Sam raised a brow, “You seem to know a lot about this…”
“I uh, I dabbled,” Gabriel tried. It was Sam’s turn for a stern look and Gabriel just huffed a laugh, “Alright, so I used to be a Dom. I haven’t been in the community for a while, though.”
“Why not?”
“Personal reasons.” He squeezed Sam’s thigh, “But, I’d still like tonight to happen…if you’re okay with it. Like I said, you ju-” He was silenced when Sam leaned in to kiss him, and it took less than three seconds for Gabriel to adjust once more into his role. He tipped his head and took control of the kiss, hands coming up to cradle Sam’s face gently, “Damn, you’re cute.”
Sam smirked, “You talk a lot…”
“Problem?”
“Not really.”
Gabriel just grinned at him, “Alright, Sam, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take you upstairs to my apartment, I’m going to lay you down on my king-sized mattress, and I’m going to break that pretty little lawyer brain of yours into a million pieces, so that all you can think and say, is ‘Gabriel’ and ‘Please.’”
Sam shivered and nodded. “Yeah…alright. I’d like that.”

It had been seven years and six days since Gabriel Novak had last accepted a role as a Dom over anyone. Sure, there had been times he had been tempted, times he almost did it, but each time he got close he found himself freezing up. It was often quite embarrassing, and he long since stopped trying. He accepted his punishment from the universe, and thanked whatever God was out there that he at least got to keep his bar, and his friends. He had become content with his life, his job, his one weekly phone call to his family that both kept him sane and connected, and most of all, with himself.
But contentment only lasted one so much. Contentment didn’t hold as much weight when something one truly loved in their life was missing, like a glass pane with a shattered hole covered in cellophane. Sure, it worked, but it was ugly and everyone knew it wouldn’t last forever.
Gabriel had never found himself attracted to animals. Least of all to Moose. But of course, on a random night that Fate deemed worthy, a Moose did indeed stumble into his bar. Of course, this Moose had tan skin, long floppy hair, and stormy hazel eyes. Gabriel was drawn in immediately, and before he knew it he was giving the boy commands and he listened - oh certainly he was untrained, but Gabriel had never met an untrained Sub who listened like Sam. And more amusing was the fact that he always seemed confused by it at first, like he wasn’t sure why Gabriel’s orders would go obeyed so easily, but that came from years of practice and experience. No matter how long it had been since he’d last been a proper Dom, Gabriel’s skill at reading a Sub was unparalleled, and what he had here was a raw and glittering diamond that just fell into his lap.
Who could blame him for taking this opportunity with both hands? He was only human after all.
He knew one thing for certain, though, as he pulled a nervous but grinning Sam up the small flight of stairs to his apartment above the bar. Sam would need to be introduced slowly. Sadly there would be no proper training from Gabriel, but if he was right (and he was always right), then this would be the best night in seven years and three days.
His apartment was a standard bachelor’s living space. The couch was tattered, the rug had mystery stains, there were clothes overflowing from his laundry bin, and dishes in his sink. Neither of them cared though as Gabriel led them to the door by the small kitchenette, closing it behind them. His room wasn’t much different, of course, with the bed unmade, the walls blank and two of his dresser drawers not closed right. He also didn’t decorate much, he didn’t have much reason to.
Gabriel turned to Sam and studied his face, judged how nervous he seemed, and his eyes flickered over to the foot of his bed where the black leather trunk lay, locked. No, Sam wouldn’t be prepared for that, sadly, if only because the misconceptions about BDSM already had him flighty. The last thing the poor boy needed was to see a flog or shibari rope…
“Alright, Sam,” he said, finally breaking their breathy silence. “Here’s what you’re going to do. Get on your knees, pull your shirt off.” When Sam started to unbutton his shirt first, Gabriel was quick to take his wrist in a firm hold. “Is that what I asked?” he reminded, and Sam seemed confused for a moment before he let out a little sound and slowly sank down to his knees. In reality the order of the actions didn’t matter, but Sam needed to understand that Gabriel’s word in a scene was to be obeyed.
Once he was on his knees he returned attention to his shirt, and when he wasn’t stopped, shrugged it off, then pulled off the gray tank top underneath. Both articles of clothing tossed aside, Gabriel was able to properly appreciate the expanse of abdomen laid out before him. He loved all bodies, big or small, male or female, but let it be said that Sam’s body was something in a league of its own. There were only two lamps for light in Gabriel’s room, and their soft glows put Sam’s body into a spectacular view, accentuated by the subtle tattoo on his collar bone that had Gabriel curious.
He smiled as he walked over and he couldn’t help himself when Sam smiled back and his head tipped back to keep his eyes locked with Gabriel’s. “God, you’re beautiful.” The words came out before he could stop them and he didn’t care, because he reached out and threaded his fingers through Sam’s hair and gently pulled at the roots, tipping Sam’s head in just the right way. Those hazel eyes closed and his mouth opened like he was surprised that the action could feel good. And Sam really was beautiful - he was so masculine and yet pliant beneath the right touch. Someone so wonderfully male could have even their poorest mood fixed by the right hand.
And Sam had never touched another man before - which meant he’d probably never been touched, either. Whatever mark Gabriel left that night would be permanent, and that thought should have made him nervous but he figured he would live with the guilt.
He continued to stroke through Sam’s hair. “Hands behind your back, Sam,” he said, his voice holding just a thread of dominance in it, enough to keep the scene going. “Hold your forearms.” He couldn’t tie Sam up, the boy wasn’t ready for that yet, but this would test Sam’s willingness at least. And Sam did just as he was told, and the action pulled his shoulders back and pushed his chest out and Gabriel felt another wash of pride. He wondered what Sam would be like fully trained and comfortable, how he would squirm with a proper hand guiding him. “Close your eyes,” he said, his hand sliding down to the nape of Sam’s neck to squeeze lightly.
Sam’s hazel eyes fluttered closed without hesitation, and Gabriel knew that Sam had given him his trust. It made him shiver, because with new Subs it usually took several sessions of questions and hesitance before they acted like this. Gabriel would just have to make sure that he was careful not to abuse that trust, because a sight like this was once in a lifetime.
“Alright, Sam,” Gabriel began, “you’re going to tell me if I do anything you don’t like, right?” Sam opened his mouth to speak, then paused and simply nodded. “Good. And what’re you going to say if that happens?”
“St-” Sam paused, brows furrowing before he changed the word on his tongue, “Impala?”
Gabriel smiled and knelt down enough to press a gentle, pleased kiss to Sam’s lips, “Good.” He took a breath and put aside his concern and that little desire to coddle, “Alright, Sam. Stand up, keep your hands behind your back, and your eyes closed.” This was a command full and proper, and the power of the words felt good as they fell from his lips.
Sam hesitated for a brief moment before he awkwardly started to rise. Gabriel was fast to put a steadying hand on his elbow and help him to his feet. Once the man was standing, towering over Gabriel, he reached up and started to unfasten Sam’s belt and button, and while Sam showed no outward signs of distress, Gabriel didn’t miss the bob of his Adam’s apple, or how his eyes flickered beneath their lids. So he leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss to Sam’s chest, and the sharp clang of the belt buckle hitting the floor made the man’s brow twitch. “So gorgeous,” Gabriel reassured him, a hand coming up to rest and gently rub Sam’s side, a safe zone for most.
It seemed to work, thankfully, because Sam’s muscles relaxed a few centimeters. Gabriel’s hands went back to the man’s pants, pulling the fly down. When Sam didn’t seem to show any other signs of stress, Gabriel smiled as he worked the pants and boxers (puppy patterned, he noticed, how cute) down until they pooled at Sam’s ankles. “Alright, step out of them,” Gabriel commanded, and his hands came up to help steady the taller man on his waist as he worked his feet out of the jeans and boxers.
Sam stood before him naked and proud, and damn was he something to be proud of. Gabriel found himself licking his lips as he took in the distinct contours of the man’s muscles, appreciating his body until Sam shifted uncomfortably, eyes still obediently closed despite the obvious desire to see what Gabriel was doing. So Gabriel reached out and let his fingers follow where his eyes traced, letting Sam feel his admiration through the appreciative touches over his skin. Slowly the tenseness in Sam’s muscles relaxed and his skin twitched lightly under the attention. “You’re beautiful,” Gabriel murmured, reassuring.
That seemed to work at melting away the last of Sam’s unease. Most new Subs felt lusted after, and if pushed too much it would cause stress and anxiety and ruin the fun. Gabriel knew he had to be careful when he took down Sam’s defenses so that they didn’t come crumbling down over them both.
His eyes drifted down to the still half-soft length between Sam’s legs. He wasn’t surprised due to how uncertain Sam had been overall, but now he was confident that he had Sam’s trust and willingness. It was time to see how far he could push…
He wrapped his fingers around Sam and gave a slow, lazy pull. He watched the man’s body tense and squirm, coming alive beneath him. It took less than three strokes before the other was fully hard and once more Gabriel let his fingers admire as much as his eyes did. He studied Sam’s face, watched him focusing to keep his composure. Sam wasn’t someone who was used to letting go, or to letting someone else have control - which wasn’t entirely uncommon for Subs.
“On your knees, Sam,” he instructed, and Sam did as asked with little hesitation, resting the back of his thighs on his ankles and spreading his legs in a silent plea for more of that sinful attention. “So pretty, stay just like that.” He moved over to the side of his bed and opened the nightstand drawer. He had lube and condoms ready, because even if he hadn’t been a Dom in a while he was still human, and he still had needs. As he made his way back over, he put the condoms on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of Sam, grinning. “Gonna make you feel so good,” he promised.
The lube warmed between his hands and he made sure that the temperature was acceptable before he lowered his hand and worked it across the other’s length again. This time the friction was much more pleasurable, and a little groan worked itself up from Sam’s throat. Gabriel watched the muscles shift and coil in the man’s arms, forcing himself to hold his hands behind his back when he wanted them elsewhere. But Gabriel prided himself in patience, and Sam was doing an exemplary job of obeying his orders.
When Sam’s hips were giving involuntary little jerks upwards, Gabriel grinned, “Alright, Sam, I need you to listen to me, okay?” His voice was soft, “You need to relax.” His hand moved away from Sam’s length and slid down behind his balls, and he felt the other tense up again when the pad of his finger pressed against something he wasn’t used to. “Easy now. You’re alright. You remember your safeword, right?” Sam gave a shaky nod. “This’ll feel good. I promise. Relax for me.” He smoothed his finger over the virgin entrance a few more times before he pressed the middle one through the ring and watched Sam’s body once more go rigid. His inner walls were warm and tight and fluttered against his finger and he had to swallow down every desire to push Sam too far too fast.
He worked himself deeper inside, studying Sam’s face. The man’s eyes were squeezed shut now, brows furrowed tight. He wasn’t in pain, but he certainly didn’t know what to think about these new experiences. So Gabriel would just have to help him reach a decision. “Hey, Sam?” Gabriel found himself asking as he pushed in to the knuckle, then pulled out and pushed in again. “I know you went to college, did you take anatomy?”
Sam seemed to stutter for a moment, unsure of the question. He gave a shaky nod.
“Then you might know a little about this.” And Gabriel pressed in, crooked his finger and watched Sam’s back bow suddenly as he let out a surprised little sound. “That’s it. You look so good like that.” He began to mercilessly assault the bundle of nerves beneath the pad of his finger, smirking as he watched Sam’s reservations collapse as he cinched his jaw but couldn’t hold back the whining groan. “And that’s just a finger, Sam,” Gabriel went on, pulling most of the way out before adding another finger, the pleasure relaxing Sam’s features going tense for a brief moment. “Imagine how you’ll feel,” he started his assault all over again and the man started squirming helplessly, “when it’s my cock, opening you up, making you feel so damn good.”
Sam was soon lost to the pleasure. It was enough to have Gabriel grinning as he watched the taller man helplessly trembling, bucking down onto his fingers, rolling his hips, silently begging for more. “That feel good, Sam?” Gabriel asked, finishing his thought with a crook of his fingers, and the jolt of pleasure was enough to have his Sub crying out. “Tell me, come on. Does it feel good?”
“Y-Yes…” Sam kept seeking more friction, pushing down.
Gabriel chuckled, “I bet I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I? Don’t even need to touch you anywhere but here…” Sam was getting more vocal and Gabriel assumed his climax was getting close. So he gave one last nudge, then slowly drew his fingers out. Sam let out a pathetic, pleading whine that went straight to Gabriel’s groin and he let out a growl in response, “Don’t worry, Sam, we’re just gonna hold off a little bit, but it’s gonna feel so much better.”
Sam panted and nodded, showing his utter trust in Gabriel.
Gabriel stood up and cleaned his hand on his jeans before he reached up and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Open your eyes, Sam,” he ordered, and a moment later they did, and they looked up at him so expectantly. “We’re just getting started, aren’t we?” He used his nails as he combed through Sam’s hair, stepping up between the taller man’s spread knees and pulling him close. Sam’s eyes were hazed with lust already, having been given a taste of something new and exotic, and it was something that at that moment, only Gabriel could supply. He knew he had power over Sam, and he knew he couldn’t abuse it.
He tugged gently on the man’s hair, drawing his face in to rest against the front of his pants. Gabriel had been expecting to have to walk the other through this, to have to keep him relaxed, but his own knees nearly gave out when Sam let out a soft breath and nuzzled up against him. His breath caught in his throat, because that sight was something that would be forever burned into his brain, and he certainly couldn’t complain about that.
Gabriel hummed. “Hungry, aren’t you?” he asked as he stepped away and started to undo the button of his pants. He saw Sam swallow again and reached out to rake his nails through the other’s hair. “Easy, handsome,” he soothed, watching as Sam’s eyes followed the motion of his hand as he pulled himself out. Despite the apparent uncertainty, there was a fierce determination present in the man’s face and Gabriel grinned to himself. He knew it wouldn’t take much to really draw out the hunger in this man, to make him crave. So he took himself in one hand as he pulled Sam forward.
“Show me how much you want me,” Gabriel said in a firm voice, the one he knew the other would respond to. It didn’t take much to coax Sam, and soon Gabriel’s fingers tightened in the man’s hair and pulled out a moan as the head of his cock was enveloped in slick warmth, the sound causing vibrations which once more nearly brought him to his knees. This all must have been obvious because when Gabriel looked down he saw Sam’s uncertainty gone, and there was mirth in his eyes as he stared up at the other man and slowly started to bob his head.
Gabriel forced himself to control his breathing. “You must want me bad,” he said, teasing through a smirk as his fingers tightened again. Sam seemed to like the hair pulling as he gave a curious lick at the tip. He wondered what it would be like, with a little training, to have Sam trust him enough to really fuck his throat. The thought alone made his cock twitch and Sam pressed to get the man deeper into his mouth. “Careful now,” Gabriel warned.
He snapped out of his lustful haze when he felt fingers wrapping clumsily around the base of his cock and he blinked and looked down. Sam had broken position and was trying to feel Gabriel as he sucked. “Sam,” he barked and the man jumped, seeming to realize what he’d done. Gabriel pulled his cock away and he glowered down at the other, “Hands behind your back, eyes closed.”
Sam looked ready to fight the order, and a small part of Gabriel wished he did. If Sam enjoyed hair pulling, he would take a wild guess and say the man would enjoy a thorough spanking. He growled at the thought, which Sam seemed to take as power behind the words and his hands slowly returned behind his back, and his eyes fell closed. When he leaned in again, though, Gabriel held his head firm. “Not yet,” he ordered, wanting to make Sam wait, until he noticed the light tremble in the man’s arms. Of course his muscles would be getting tired, being forced into that position. “Wait here. No peeking.”
Gabriel stepped away and went to the end of his bed and stood there for a moment. The trunk before him had been locked for so long now, but he remembered the combination to the padlock as if he had used it that morning. Slowly he knelt down and lifted the lock, turning the dial easily. The trunk creaked arthritically when it was opened, but everything inside was exactly how Gabriel had left it: a collection of well-organized toys, props, and materials for various reasons and play. Looped along a pair of prongs on the lid of the trunk were bindings, cuffs, and a long silk blindfold.
He took out the blindfold, and a short length of red rope, closed the trunk and returned to Sam. He let the smooth satin of the blindfold slide over the skin of his shoulders and hummed. “How do you feel, Sam?” he asked.
“Good…” came the reply, and Gabriel believed him. Sam’s voice was thick with lust, and slightly nervous, but there was the same determination there Gabriel had seen in his eyes that gave him confidence.
He set the rope down and took up the blindfold, tying it over Sam’s eyes just tight enough to stay on, but loose enough to not feel constricting. When Sam didn’t say no, Gabriel did the same with the rope. It was only about two feet long, but the ends were looped around into two ties. This rope wasn’t meant for binding, but support and control. He gently ushered Sam’s hands through each loop, and had his fingers hold onto the length in the center, allowing his shoulders and muscles to relax. “Better?” he asked, leaning in to press a kiss to the man’s shoulder.
Sam nodded, and when Gabriel craned his neck he actually found a smile. He returned the gesture and pressed a kiss to the man’s neck. “Gonna make you feel so good,” he reminded the other, his hands sliding around to find Sam’s nipples already peaked and pebbled beneath his fingers.
He stood up and moved in front of Sam again, pulling his head once more to press the tip of his cock to the man’s lips and he was amazed at how readily he was accepted. He made sure to keep a firm hold, however, guiding Sam exactly how he wanted, controlling each slow stroke as he hummed, “Hmm, so good.” And it was true. Sam was a fucking natural and Gabriel was scared he wouldn’t be able to walk away with just one night.
Sam seemed pleased by the words and hummed pleasantly, making Gabriel squirm and grin. “Brat,” he teased with affection.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Gabriel felt the heat in his stomach start to coil and tighten. Were he a younger man, he would shove his cock down that willing throat and fill Sam’s belly, and probably torture the man a few more hours before letting him come. But Gabriel was reminded that he wasn’t a younger man, and if he came, that would likely be it for him for a while. So he forced himself to pull away and damn it all if Sam didn’t follow after him like the hungry little minx he was…
“As much as I would love to keep that pretty little mouth wrapped around me, we have something much more fun to do.” He tugged on Sam lightly, “Stand up.” The man did so and Gabriel guided him until he lay back on the bed, stretched out over the sheets, hands pinned behind his back. He pulled Sam’s knees up, hooked his heels on the edge of the bed and left him exposed. “Stay just like that, beautiful,” he murmured as he let his hand trail over the soft, sensitive inner thigh.
He grabbed the lube again and once more worked himself inside of Sam, using his fingers to stretch him open and abuse that little pleasure button, making the man squirm and whine. Once he was satisfied, and Sam was once more riled up and whining, he pulled away and cleaned his hand before finally pulling off his pants and tossing them aside. He grabbed the condom and tore it open, rolling it on before smoothing it over with more lube.
Finally he climbed onto the bed between Sam’s legs, settling his hands on either side of the man’s bound arms. “You okay, Sam?” he asked once more, just to make sure.
Sam nodded, “Please.” He spread his legs more, “Please?”
The begging was almost enough to end Gabriel right there. He leaned down and kissed the center of Sam’s chest, “Of course.” He reached down to help line himself up, and in one smooth push, he was sheathed fully and groaning. Sam tensed up and let out a pained sound, and Gabriel kissed his chest once more, “Relax for me, pretty, remember to relax.” His voice was thick though, because Sam was fucking tight, and his walls were fluttering and making it hard to him to maintain his own control.
“Feels weird…” Sam exhaled sharply through his nose and tried to hide the threads of panic that Gabriel just couldn’t miss.
“I know, I know… Just give it a minute, you’ll adjust,” Gabriel promised him, smoothing his hand over Sam’s shoulder, stretching up to kiss him. He hummed because he tasted himself on Sam’s tongue, and he felt that possessiveness in him again. He shoved it down.
Eventually Sam did relax, and his body shifted and adjusted to accept Gabriel. “Move,” he panted between kisses. “Please, Gabriel.”
Any other Sub would have gotten punished for giving Gabriel orders. He blamed that pretty voice. So he sat up and pulled out, fixed his angle and sank back in. Sam let out a pleasing sound, and he repeated the action with growing urgency. Curious, Gabriel lifted his hand and brought it down against the exposed, fleshy part of Sam’s ass, which made the man arch and let out a truly wonderful sound as he clenched around Gabriel hard enough that his lungs momentarily stopped working. “Fuck!”
Gabriel kept up a rough pace, his hand abusing that lovely backside now and then until Sam gasped and seized up suddenly, coming hard enough that he pulled Gabriel into his orgasm not a second later. Were he a younger man, Sam would endure no end of punishment for coming before he was allowed, but as Gabriel felt those powerful legs around him and Sam’s heels on the small of his back, pulling him in deeper, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Especially not when he heard the soft, “Gabe, Gabe, Gabe…” being panted like a swift, strained prayer from Sam’s lips.
Who could resist that?
Slowly they both climbed down from their mutual bliss and were left panting and trembling on Gabriel’s bed. Unable to help himself, Gabriel turned his head and kissed Sam’s knee before he slowly pulled himself out and pulled the heels off of his back (and he knew he would be paying for that the next day). Sam let out a little whine, and the smaller man smoothed a hand over his thigh, “Shh, you’re alright.”
It wasn’t uncommon for new Subs to be nervous afterwards. They needed affection and attention, and Gabriel honestly loved the aftercare of a scene. It was one of the things he missed the most, as the bonding ritual was something private and intimate, and something he had been lacking for so long. He kept tutting and kissing Sam as he pulled off his condom and tossed it into the waste bin by his door, then crawled onto the bed and pulled off the blindfold and sealed another kiss on Sam’s lips. “You were amazing,” he murmured, his voice still firm. The scene was over, but Sam still needed reassurance from the dominant part of Gabriel, then in a gentler voice he pressed on, “Thank you.”
Sam’s smile was tight and timid. He squirmed slightly, worked his hands out of the loose loops and pulled his arms free. Gabriel’s hand rested on Sam’s chest gently, and he blinked when he looked down and found it resting on a little string of seed. He chuckled and brought his hand up to lick it off. “Wait here,” he said as he went to stand and stepped into his bathroom to grope around for a clean washcloth. He dampened it in the sink and came back out, cleaning off Sam’s stomach and chest first before moving the cloth between his legs. Sam winced. “You’ll be a bit sore there,” Gabriel warned. “It’ll be gone pretty quick though.”
“I’m not normally like this… I’m not this…” Sam frowned as if searching for words, and Gabriel knew what he was thinking. He’d seen it all before.
“I know you’re not.” Gabriel pulled himself closer, kissed Sam’s shoulder, then his lips. “That was a scene, it was roleplay, Sam. You and I assumed positions, roles that we don’t normally play in real life. It’s an escape, and part of what makes the sex so mindblowing.” He winked. “You’re just adjusting back from ‘Submissive Sam’ into ‘normal Sam’.”
All of that seemed to be surprising to the other. Gabriel pulled the cloth away and went back into the bathroom to throw it into his laundry basket, and came back out. He ushered Sam up and pulled him under the covers of his bed. Weariness was heavy over both of them; it was late, they were tired and worn out. Gabriel turned the lights off and stretched out in the familiar scent and feel of his bed.
He laughed out loud when he felt Sam’s body suddenly turn and pull Gabriel’s back up against his chest, spooning him in a display of dominance. “Goodnight, Sam,” he mused tiredly, smoothing a gentle hand over Sam’s arm as he drifted into the best sleep he’d had in years.
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