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Quick before the voltage dies again. I apologize for the tininess.
Title: 40 Days and 40 Nights (8/9)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Rating: PG this chap-- Wait. no it isn't! NC-17, I believe.
Pairing: Steve (The Second Coming)/Sam (Reaper)
Summary: A crossover that I felt appropriate given the characters' circumstances. The whole fic is finished. Set after the Reaper season 1 finale. Sam encounters a mysterious stranger on the road.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“I’m not poking you with my elbow or anything, am I? I’ve never actually done it with a guy before.”
“I’m your first. Yay for me.”
“Yeah. You don’t think this is fate or anything, do you?”
“For how long are you going to keep asking that?”
“Okay. I believe you. Are you sure you’re fine like this? It’s supposed to be easier on your front since it’s your first time.”
“I want it like this. So I can see your face.”
Lying on his back with Sam’s weight pressing atop him, Steve stroked his fingers along Sam’s cheek, happy just to see the lad smile, bright, innocent burst of mirth, nothing feigned about its adorable curve.
“Okay,” Sam nodded. “It just might be uncomfortable. I’m new at this. None of the women I’ve been with have let me do this.”
“And how many has that been?”
Sam shot him a dazed glance and ducked his head, awkward sheepishness flickering on his face.
“I’m just curious. No jealousy, promise.”
A grateful smile flashed on Sam’s lips as he squeezed Steve’s thigh and Steve yearned to kiss them again.
“Just a couple. I’m not the big expert, either. Not that am I’m not— Well, no one’s complained, at least not to my face.”
He trailed off, uncertainty troubling his brow. Steve rubbed his bare back, trailing his fingers down his shoulder blades to come rest on his waist.
“I’m sure you’re great. Better than me. It’s just been me and my right hand all these years.”
“That must have been hard.”
“It’s alright. You get used to it.”
Kind Sam, gentle, comforting Sam, always willing to help those in need kissed him, slow and soft, his hand so warm on Steve’s neck that a furnace couldn’t have rivaled it’s heat.
“I can help you get used to something else,” Sam murmured, urging Steve to shed some of his shyness and follow his lead. “How about we try my right hand for a sec?”
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“Still okay?” Sam had asked this question way too many times before, but he was deep inside Steve now and Steve’s face was still tense, eyes flickering shut, mouth open in rapid, shallow breaths. Sam kissed the moisture off his lips, hoping he didn’t move too fast or hard for Steve to handle, though he wanted to, wanted to so badly, but not if it hurt him and he was terrified that he would. Steve gripped his back, his legs splayed at Sam’s sides, one knee tugged over his elbow, the muscle firm and solid, yet he seemed so fragile. Sam had seen him banish demons with a word, yet now he was so vulnerable in his open trust of Sam, giving himself for the first time and to him, of all people. No matter what Steve said about it, fate or coincidence, Sam couldn’t help but feel special. He couldn’t betray that trust. The irony that a man twice his age needed him as a teacher smacked him on the head, making him even more terrified that he’d mess it up, for he’d never had this kind of sex before. He didn’t know how best to please Steve, didn’t have a clue about the right spots or angles or anything, but he wanted Steve to enjoy himself as much as possible. As soon as Steve winced, Sam withdrew completely, apologies jumping on his tongue, ready to call the whole thing off and settle for something much less intrusive if Steve wished, but the man urged him on with a nod even as he softened against Sam’s stomach.
“Steve?”
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s getting better now. You can move.”
“Okay. Just relax. That always helps, right? Relaxing?”
A smile fluttered on Steve’s face, his eyes so shiny and bright. Sam pulled back slowly, struggling to control his own desire at feeling such delicious friction, thrusting with careful deliberation until Steve suddenly clutched his back.
“There,” he cried. “Do that again.”
Sam thrust a little faster and Steve rewarded him with a shivered moan.
“Again, please, please.”
“Alright.”
Keeping a careful watch over Steve’s face, Sam quickened his pace. Soon they were both moaning on each other’s skins, lips brushing together in a clumsy dance as the man pushed back against him, neck arching as he pressed his head back on the pillow, clutching Sam’s back. Sam’s mouth slid down to his chin, his neck, his collarbones, feasting on skin so hot that Sam had never felt so warm in his life, finally allowing himself to relax and thrust as fast as his body was screaming at him to, though always keeping a close watch on Steve’s reactions, but the man was completely given over to it now, his erection hard and firm between them and Sam wondered what it would feel like to have it inside him, taking him like he’s taking Steve. Steve’s a little bigger than him; he’s not sure he could take it, never felt this pleasure that he’s giving Steve, but he wants it, wants it so bad, wants that sweet yearning on Steve’s face, eyes so bright and beautiful as he’s suddenly swallowed up by his orgasm, gasping on Steve’s neck, every breath a wordless thank you. He reached down, Steve’s cock hot on his hand. A soft moan greeted his ears as Steve came, clutching Sam’s back, holding him close after their breaths calmed down and they lied nuzzled against each others’ sides.
Title: 40 Days and 40 Nights (8/9)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Rating: PG this chap-- Wait. no it isn't! NC-17, I believe.
Pairing: Steve (The Second Coming)/Sam (Reaper)
Summary: A crossover that I felt appropriate given the characters' circumstances. The whole fic is finished. Set after the Reaper season 1 finale. Sam encounters a mysterious stranger on the road.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“I’m not poking you with my elbow or anything, am I? I’ve never actually done it with a guy before.”
“I’m your first. Yay for me.”
“Yeah. You don’t think this is fate or anything, do you?”
“For how long are you going to keep asking that?”
“Okay. I believe you. Are you sure you’re fine like this? It’s supposed to be easier on your front since it’s your first time.”
“I want it like this. So I can see your face.”
Lying on his back with Sam’s weight pressing atop him, Steve stroked his fingers along Sam’s cheek, happy just to see the lad smile, bright, innocent burst of mirth, nothing feigned about its adorable curve.
“Okay,” Sam nodded. “It just might be uncomfortable. I’m new at this. None of the women I’ve been with have let me do this.”
“And how many has that been?”
Sam shot him a dazed glance and ducked his head, awkward sheepishness flickering on his face.
“I’m just curious. No jealousy, promise.”
A grateful smile flashed on Sam’s lips as he squeezed Steve’s thigh and Steve yearned to kiss them again.
“Just a couple. I’m not the big expert, either. Not that am I’m not— Well, no one’s complained, at least not to my face.”
He trailed off, uncertainty troubling his brow. Steve rubbed his bare back, trailing his fingers down his shoulder blades to come rest on his waist.
“I’m sure you’re great. Better than me. It’s just been me and my right hand all these years.”
“That must have been hard.”
“It’s alright. You get used to it.”
Kind Sam, gentle, comforting Sam, always willing to help those in need kissed him, slow and soft, his hand so warm on Steve’s neck that a furnace couldn’t have rivaled it’s heat.
“I can help you get used to something else,” Sam murmured, urging Steve to shed some of his shyness and follow his lead. “How about we try my right hand for a sec?”
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“Still okay?” Sam had asked this question way too many times before, but he was deep inside Steve now and Steve’s face was still tense, eyes flickering shut, mouth open in rapid, shallow breaths. Sam kissed the moisture off his lips, hoping he didn’t move too fast or hard for Steve to handle, though he wanted to, wanted to so badly, but not if it hurt him and he was terrified that he would. Steve gripped his back, his legs splayed at Sam’s sides, one knee tugged over his elbow, the muscle firm and solid, yet he seemed so fragile. Sam had seen him banish demons with a word, yet now he was so vulnerable in his open trust of Sam, giving himself for the first time and to him, of all people. No matter what Steve said about it, fate or coincidence, Sam couldn’t help but feel special. He couldn’t betray that trust. The irony that a man twice his age needed him as a teacher smacked him on the head, making him even more terrified that he’d mess it up, for he’d never had this kind of sex before. He didn’t know how best to please Steve, didn’t have a clue about the right spots or angles or anything, but he wanted Steve to enjoy himself as much as possible. As soon as Steve winced, Sam withdrew completely, apologies jumping on his tongue, ready to call the whole thing off and settle for something much less intrusive if Steve wished, but the man urged him on with a nod even as he softened against Sam’s stomach.
“Steve?”
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s getting better now. You can move.”
“Okay. Just relax. That always helps, right? Relaxing?”
A smile fluttered on Steve’s face, his eyes so shiny and bright. Sam pulled back slowly, struggling to control his own desire at feeling such delicious friction, thrusting with careful deliberation until Steve suddenly clutched his back.
“There,” he cried. “Do that again.”
Sam thrust a little faster and Steve rewarded him with a shivered moan.
“Again, please, please.”
“Alright.”
Keeping a careful watch over Steve’s face, Sam quickened his pace. Soon they were both moaning on each other’s skins, lips brushing together in a clumsy dance as the man pushed back against him, neck arching as he pressed his head back on the pillow, clutching Sam’s back. Sam’s mouth slid down to his chin, his neck, his collarbones, feasting on skin so hot that Sam had never felt so warm in his life, finally allowing himself to relax and thrust as fast as his body was screaming at him to, though always keeping a close watch on Steve’s reactions, but the man was completely given over to it now, his erection hard and firm between them and Sam wondered what it would feel like to have it inside him, taking him like he’s taking Steve. Steve’s a little bigger than him; he’s not sure he could take it, never felt this pleasure that he’s giving Steve, but he wants it, wants it so bad, wants that sweet yearning on Steve’s face, eyes so bright and beautiful as he’s suddenly swallowed up by his orgasm, gasping on Steve’s neck, every breath a wordless thank you. He reached down, Steve’s cock hot on his hand. A soft moan greeted his ears as Steve came, clutching Sam’s back, holding him close after their breaths calmed down and they lied nuzzled against each others’ sides.
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Thank you! These two have been incredibly awkward throughout this whole thing, haven't they? Poor boys.