Supernatural: Short Stories

Sticky

It takes a while to work out the mechanics but Dean winds up in the middle, bent over at the middle with Castiel hot and heavy against his back- the shove of his cock deep and wide and thick inside Dean's hole with the angel's breath coming out in sharp, short gasps against his neck. Sam's writhing underneath them- his legs spread wide around Dean's waist, long and strong enough to let him catch his heels into Castiel's sides and hold on while he and Dean's cocks slide wet and leaking against each other- dragging lines of sticky, hot white across their bellies. And Gabriel lays beside them, smiling and watching with black-blown eyes, his lips parted and breathing uneven- Sam's eyes on him, and his fingers curled tight around the thick, weighted base of Gabriel's cock, pumping and jerking and stroking him in time with the quick, steady, fast push-pull-slide of them all.