Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 15

            Before Adam even knew what hit him, it was the week of the Homecoming dance. He felt that warm, bubbly feeling of excitement well up inside him. Adam knew that he shouldn't be so excited about a dance – that was what girls did – but he couldn't help it. Adam was just excited to have a night out with his friends and goof around on a dance floor for a few hours. The idea sounded pretty damn fun to him, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it.

            As Homecoming loomed closer, so did Michael. The archangel came to his room every single day now after school. Instead of going back to Heaven with his siblings, Michael would walk Adam home. Kate never knew this, of course, and Adam would always enter the house alone. He would say hello to his mom, talk for five minutes or so, and then retreat to his room. By the time he got there, Michael had already materialized. Sometimes he stood there, staring out the window, other times he was lost in thought, and every now in then, Adam would walk in to find the gorgeous archangel sprawled across his bed in a very inviting manner. "Just testing it," he'd say. "I've never had use for such human things. I was curious."

            "Yeah, sure," Adam had said the third time he'd caught the archangel. "I bet you were." Before the angel could disagree, Adam flopped down on the mattress beside him. The moment he did so, he felt a rush of heat spread throughout his body. Suddenly, he became very embarrassed. This was another guy, and he was lying on a bed with him . . . It wasn't like they were seven and having a slumber party. Michael was an archangel that was millenniums old.

            Michael stiffened ever so slightly, but didn't shy away, or leap up from the bed. "Do you think that I was doing something different?" the archangel asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

            Adam found it extremely attractive; Michael rarely smirked or smiled – he'd noticed that at school – but whenever Michael was around or near Adam, he seemed to loosen up. A smile would sneak onto his face for a millisecond before disappearing again. Adam felt privileged to be one of the few – if not the only person – who got to see these rarities. "I dunno . . . maybe."

            Without warning, Michael shifted closer. His face was an inch from Adam's now, maybe less. "Perhaps . . . you are right." Before Adam could answer, Michael's lips were on his. The kiss was soft, tentative, and even a little awkward. It wasn't the Adam felt awkward kissing Michael – he loved every moment of it – but it was clear that Michael had never kissed any human – or any other creature for that matter – in his life.

            The kiss lasted for about a minute before Michael pulled away. "Was that . . . satisfactory?" he asked. Adam thought her heard a twinge of fear in the archangel's voice. "I've . . . never done that before, but I've watched enough humans do it . .. . I thought that I could . . . imitate them . . ."
            Adam smiled. "Michael . . . it was more than satisfactory," he said with a breathy laugh.

            Michael smiled again. "Good . . . I'm . . . pleased you enjoyed it. I did as well . . . I liked it very much, actually."

            "Great, 'cause I wanna do it again," Adam murmured, wrapping his arms around Michael's neck. At first, the angel tensed again, surprised by Adam's sudden actions, but then he relaxed. Michael's hand cupped Adam's cheek, and his thumb began to caress the skin under the human's eye. Adam's head was swimming in the overload of emotions and senses. Everything blurred together in a beautiful array of colors and feelings. Suddenly, he wanted more. He pulled Michael closer, now knotting his fingers in the archangel's hair. Michael must have sensed Adam's eagerness, for he moved, straddling the younger boy and pinning him to the bed.

            Michael slowly began to pull away. Adam let out a small sigh, expecting Michael to stop, or leave him, but he didn't. Instead, the angel began to kiss along his jawline and then down his neck. Adam was breathing heavier than before. He let out a breathy moan. "M . . . M-Mike . . . Michael . . ." The feeling of the archangel's lips on his neck made him tremble. If this was what kissing was like, what would . . . other things be like? His head swam at the thought. He couldn't imagine it.