Slow, Supernatural, NC-17, Broken!Verse
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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Broken!Verse
Title: Slow
Pairings/Characters: Gabe(OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2083
Summary: Missing chapter from Broken...There's something developing between Gabe and Caleb, and maybe they'll just take things slowly. Takes place during Waiting
A/Ns & Warnings: Pretty much about the sex. Insinuation of D/s, but very mild. Hand jobs, oral sex...first time...
Excerpted from Broken
Gabe stood in the shower until the water ran cold…then a little longer. When he finally forced himself out, he was shivering with cold. He knew his father was right…he should let them worry about Caleb…but he felt…responsible. He’d watched, seen…and there was something about the collar…something about the look in Caleb’s eyes when Gabe had put it on him….something even more when he’d realized Caleb was still wearing it.
Gabe pulled on a pair of boxers and hung his towels to dry. Like it or not, he and Caleb were connected in this. Gabe slipped from the bathroom and into the hall, pausing between the two bedroom doors. Ultimately he knocked briefly on Caleb’s door. Caleb looked surprised when he opened it, but stood aside and let Gabe in. “You okay?”
Gabe shook his head as Caleb shut the door. “I’m not sure, Caleb. I…I’m kinda mixed up.”
Caleb nodded and went back to the bed. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” Gabe bit his lip. He wasn’t even sure he knew what he meant. “I have…these feelings I don’t know what to do with.”
“What kind of feelings, Gabe?”
Gabe wrung his hands, then crossed his arms. “I don’t know.” He turned to face Caleb. “I…I’m afraid, Caleb.” He licked his lips and tried to figure out how to say it without sounding insane. “I’m afraid of…what I did…what I felt…I mean…it was so…easy…and the power…fuck.”
“You mean what you did to Thomas?” Caleb was standing now, coming toward him.
Gabe shook his head. “No.” Caleb was right in front of him, eye to eye. Gabe raised his hand, settled it on Caleb’s neck, his thumb pressing across the front. “I mean this.”
“Gabe…it’s okay.”
Gabe shook his head. “No…you don’t understand. There was a part of me that got aroused when I saw you still had it on. There was a part of me that got aroused when you let me put it on you.” He dropped his hand and closed his eyes. “I liked it, Caleb.”
Caleb took Gabe’s hand, held it between them. They were silent for a long time, then Caleb slowly put Gabe’s hand back on his neck. “There was a part of me that did too, Gabe.”
Gabe’s eyes opened, startled. He looked at Caleb, but Caleb wouldn’t look at him. “I won’t lie to you. It…scares me.” Caleb said softly.
Gabe shook his head and took a step back, his hand slipping away and falling to his side. “What…what are you saying?”
Caleb seemed to sag as he sighed and moved back toward the bed. “I don’t know Gabe.”
The room was silent, but not entirely uncomfortable. Gabe stood at the window, staring out into the dark. Caleb sat on the bed. There was a lot still unsaid between them. Gabe sighed and Caleb turned to look at him.
“We don’t have to do anything, Gabe. I mean…you’re young…and I’m…and…hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
Gabe moved so he was leaning on the wall, looking at Caleb. “I’ve never considered…I mean…there was the brief infatuation I had with Sam when I was younger…but I knew he wasn’t into me…and I didn’t think I was…you know…”
Caleb smiled and nodded. “My first experience…I was younger than you. It wasn’t…He was older. He was…forceful.” Caleb looked down, looked away. “I’ve never told anyone. I was fifteen. In juvenile detention. He was…17.”
Gabe felt his heart start to race. “Caleb…you don’t have to…”
Caleb shook his head. “I liked the way he made me feel Gabe…but it scared me…I was used to being on my own, I was used to fighting for everything. And with him…I didn’t have to…I could just…let him make the decisions….let him…tell me what to do.”
Gabe stood slowly, that rush flooding him…an understanding dawning. “You liked it.” He stepped closer. “You liked the fear too…liked that he knew how to push you…” Suddenly he was in front of Caleb, his hand sliding around the back of his neck. “You like this.” He angled Caleb’s head back so that he was looking up at him.
Slowly, Caleb nodded. Gabe’s breathing picked up as he stepped in a little closer, leaning forward. “Do you want this, Caleb?”
Caleb’s eyes fluttered closed and he nodded tightly. Gabe’s lips brushed lightly over Caleb’s and Caleb’s opened in response. “Say it.” Gabe whispered.
“Yes…Gabe…yes, I want this.”
Gabe’s heart was thundering in his chest as he pressed in for more, lips parting to let his tongue sweep across Caleb’s lips. It was nothing like kissing a girl…it was…harder…it was different. “I’ve never…” Gabe whispered.
Caleb nodded, and licked his lips. “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”
Slow
Slow. Gabe nodded. Slow was good. His body thrummed with the rush of emotion…fear, attraction, desire…Caleb sat unmoving under his hand, Gabe’s thumb across the front of his throat. He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work…only knew he wanted it.
Caleb’s lips were dry, but warm and soft and Gabe was already infatuated with the taste. He tilted his head, his mouth opening to cover Caleb’s. Gabe was still standing in front of him, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was intoxicating, the way Caleb’s body was soft and pliant…the way he followed Gabe’s unspoken lead to lay back on the bed. Gabe climbed up, straddling over Caleb and sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Gabe licked over it before kissing him, his tongue mapping out the roof of Caleb’s mouth, the surface of his tongue. Caleb moaned, his hands sliding over Gabe’s thighs.
Gabe opened his eyes, sitting up to look down at Caleb. “Is this okay?”
Caleb nodded, dark desire filling his eyes.
Gabe ran his hands over Caleb’s face, over a slightly stubbled chin. He’d never touched a man like this before…and was surprised how easily it fell into familiar…good…arousing.
Because, he had to admit, there was definitely a tightening in his shorts. Caleb’s hands moved up his thighs, up to his groin, not really touching his cock, but his thumbs rubbed circles into the crease of leg and hip. Gabe exhaled, his hips tilting of their own volition, seeking out the touch.
“Tell me Gabe. Tell me what you want me to do.” Caleb said softly, his voice startling in the silence of the room.
“Touch me.” Gabe responded before he could stop himself. “Want you to touch me.”
Caleb nodded, his hands sliding up, under Gabe’s shirt, caressing over skin, thumb catching on his navel, then gliding up. The shirt bunched up, then Gabe was pulling it off, offering up the expanse of his chest for Caleb’s hands.
They were rough…again, nothing like the girls Gabe had known…long, calloused fingers that mapped the lines of muscle, the grooves of Gabe’s stomach, the length of his sides. Caleb pressed his whole hand to the center of Gabe’s chest, then slid it up, over his left shoulder, down his arm.
Gabe closed his eyes, following the touch. His cock was hard now…given up any pretense of needing to be cajoled, of needing to go slow…and yet Caleb’s hands crawled over him…urgent but unhurried. . One thumb dipped below his waistband…rubbed against pubic hair and electricity shot through him. He hissed and arched into the touch.
The sound of his zipper seemed to rattle around the room, pulling his attention to the heat in his groin…to the need in his cock as it strained against the denim and cotton.
“May I?”
It takes Gabe a minute to parse through the two small words…the intonation…the breathy need…but the look on Caleb’s face solves it and Gabe nods, hissing as those calloused hands slip inside the constraining cloth and grasp him, rubbing lightly before Caleb is lifting him up and out, his thick thumb covering over the head, then lifting to his mouth to lick at the salty pre-come that’s dampened the pad.
Gabe groaned. He’s pretty sure that shouldn’t be so hot….because Caleb’s still fully dressed and Gabe’s only gotten his shirt off…but his cock his hot and hard…heavy in the circle of Caleb’s fingers…and his lips are spit-slick and red.
His eyes caught on Caleb’s lips, on his tongue tucked in the corner as his hand worked over Gabe’s cock…and he could imagine them stretched wide around him…sucking him slowly into oblivion. He wanted to see Caleb on his knees…but he wasn’t sure Caleb was ready for that…not after everything.
He pulled away, rolled so that he was laying on his back. “Need….fuck…” His hand slid around the back of Caleb’s nearly bald head, the light stubble from the lack of recent shaving giving him enough grip to draw Caleb up, all the way to his mouth. There was a new saltiness to the taste of Caleb’s tongue, and his hand returned to stroking him.
“Tell me….command me.” Caleb whispered as Gabe bucked up into his hand.
“M-Mouth….damn, Caleb…please…want to see you…your mouth.”
Caleb’s eyes flashed, then he was sliding down Gabe’s torso, kissing and licking as he went, ending up between his spread legs. Caleb’s eyes met his, as he paused just about the head. “May I?”
“God, yes. Do it.”
Gabe almost came just from the heat as Caleb’s mouth closed around him and held him. Then he sucked in, up, his cheeks hollowing out and Gabe shook. “Do…do that again.”
Caleb complied, his eyes on Gabe’s face as he sucked in hard, pulling his way up Gabe’s cock and off, then pausing to swirl his tongue messily over the top. Gabe grunted, thrusting up as Caleb descended on him again. “Faster.”
His head moved, his tongue clapped to the tender skin on the underside of Gabe’s dick, bobbing up and down, while one hand slithered under to squeeze his balls. “Caleb.”
Gabe fisted his hands in the sheets to keep from hurting Caleb with his need to squeeze as his body liquefied and came shooting up out of his cock. He expected Caleb to move off, to feel the hot sting of come on his naked chest, but instead Caleb swallowed him, all of him, and Gabe came down his throat as he swallowed.
Caleb sat back on his heels, eyes downcast, waiting. Gabe sat up, even as he was catching his breath. His hand slid up to cup Caleb’s face. “Okay?”
Caleb smiled briefly and nodded. “Just…give me a minute.”
Gabe ran his thumb over Caleb’s bottom lip, then leaned in and kissed it. Caleb was hard, he had no trouble seeing that under the sweat pants he wore. Gabe reached for his groin, then stopped. He kissed Caleb again, kissed his way up to an ear. “Do it for me, Caleb. Show me.”
He sat back, his heart pounding. He’d never felt so…kinky…dirty…but Caleb nudged his sweats down and wrapped his hand around himself. “Talk to me…tell me what you’re thinking.”
Caleb didn’t look at him. “I like that your hands are big…strong. On my head…makes me feel…protected…” Caleb made a sound that might have been a whimper, his hand twisting at the tip of his cock before sliding back down. “Want to come….like the taste of you.” Caleb’s eyes slipped up to Gabe’s face. “Needed this…need to come…may I come?”
Gabe felt that swelling of power…knowing Caleb would stop touching himself if he told him to…he watched the muscles of Caleb’s arm move under the skin…so different from anyone he’d been with…strong and sinewy, all hunter…”Yeah…do it.”
Caleb bit his lip and his stroke changed, then he was shooting come out and over Gabe’s chest. It was pungent, hot, as it hit his skin. Gabe dragged a finger through it and held it out to Caleb, who didn’t hesitate, just sucked the finger into his mouth.
Gabe groaned as he pulled the finger free. “Slow?”
“Ish.” Caleb said with a grin, before pulling off his shirt and using it to clean up Gabe’s chest.
“We’ve got a lot to work out…talk about.”
Caleb nodded, then settled in to lay beside him. “But not tonight.”
Gabe shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Caleb leaned it to kiss him, his hand caressing over flesh until it reached Gabe’s cock, which started to stir with the attention. “Already?”
“Dude, I’m eighteen. I’m always ready.”
Caleb laughed and put his head down on the pillow. “But I’m not…and I’m tired.”
Gabe yawned as if he’d just needed a reminder that he was tired. “Yeah…sleep…tomorrow…we can talk tomorrow…”
Title: Slow
Pairings/Characters: Gabe(OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2083
Summary: Missing chapter from Broken...There's something developing between Gabe and Caleb, and maybe they'll just take things slowly. Takes place during Waiting
A/Ns & Warnings: Pretty much about the sex. Insinuation of D/s, but very mild. Hand jobs, oral sex...first time...
Excerpted from Broken
Gabe stood in the shower until the water ran cold…then a little longer. When he finally forced himself out, he was shivering with cold. He knew his father was right…he should let them worry about Caleb…but he felt…responsible. He’d watched, seen…and there was something about the collar…something about the look in Caleb’s eyes when Gabe had put it on him….something even more when he’d realized Caleb was still wearing it.
Gabe pulled on a pair of boxers and hung his towels to dry. Like it or not, he and Caleb were connected in this. Gabe slipped from the bathroom and into the hall, pausing between the two bedroom doors. Ultimately he knocked briefly on Caleb’s door. Caleb looked surprised when he opened it, but stood aside and let Gabe in. “You okay?”
Gabe shook his head as Caleb shut the door. “I’m not sure, Caleb. I…I’m kinda mixed up.”
Caleb nodded and went back to the bed. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” Gabe bit his lip. He wasn’t even sure he knew what he meant. “I have…these feelings I don’t know what to do with.”
“What kind of feelings, Gabe?”
Gabe wrung his hands, then crossed his arms. “I don’t know.” He turned to face Caleb. “I…I’m afraid, Caleb.” He licked his lips and tried to figure out how to say it without sounding insane. “I’m afraid of…what I did…what I felt…I mean…it was so…easy…and the power…fuck.”
“You mean what you did to Thomas?” Caleb was standing now, coming toward him.
Gabe shook his head. “No.” Caleb was right in front of him, eye to eye. Gabe raised his hand, settled it on Caleb’s neck, his thumb pressing across the front. “I mean this.”
“Gabe…it’s okay.”
Gabe shook his head. “No…you don’t understand. There was a part of me that got aroused when I saw you still had it on. There was a part of me that got aroused when you let me put it on you.” He dropped his hand and closed his eyes. “I liked it, Caleb.”
Caleb took Gabe’s hand, held it between them. They were silent for a long time, then Caleb slowly put Gabe’s hand back on his neck. “There was a part of me that did too, Gabe.”
Gabe’s eyes opened, startled. He looked at Caleb, but Caleb wouldn’t look at him. “I won’t lie to you. It…scares me.” Caleb said softly.
Gabe shook his head and took a step back, his hand slipping away and falling to his side. “What…what are you saying?”
Caleb seemed to sag as he sighed and moved back toward the bed. “I don’t know Gabe.”
The room was silent, but not entirely uncomfortable. Gabe stood at the window, staring out into the dark. Caleb sat on the bed. There was a lot still unsaid between them. Gabe sighed and Caleb turned to look at him.
“We don’t have to do anything, Gabe. I mean…you’re young…and I’m…and…hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
Gabe moved so he was leaning on the wall, looking at Caleb. “I’ve never considered…I mean…there was the brief infatuation I had with Sam when I was younger…but I knew he wasn’t into me…and I didn’t think I was…you know…”
Caleb smiled and nodded. “My first experience…I was younger than you. It wasn’t…He was older. He was…forceful.” Caleb looked down, looked away. “I’ve never told anyone. I was fifteen. In juvenile detention. He was…17.”
Gabe felt his heart start to race. “Caleb…you don’t have to…”
Caleb shook his head. “I liked the way he made me feel Gabe…but it scared me…I was used to being on my own, I was used to fighting for everything. And with him…I didn’t have to…I could just…let him make the decisions….let him…tell me what to do.”
Gabe stood slowly, that rush flooding him…an understanding dawning. “You liked it.” He stepped closer. “You liked the fear too…liked that he knew how to push you…” Suddenly he was in front of Caleb, his hand sliding around the back of his neck. “You like this.” He angled Caleb’s head back so that he was looking up at him.
Slowly, Caleb nodded. Gabe’s breathing picked up as he stepped in a little closer, leaning forward. “Do you want this, Caleb?”
Caleb’s eyes fluttered closed and he nodded tightly. Gabe’s lips brushed lightly over Caleb’s and Caleb’s opened in response. “Say it.” Gabe whispered.
“Yes…Gabe…yes, I want this.”
Gabe’s heart was thundering in his chest as he pressed in for more, lips parting to let his tongue sweep across Caleb’s lips. It was nothing like kissing a girl…it was…harder…it was different. “I’ve never…” Gabe whispered.
Caleb nodded, and licked his lips. “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”
Slow
Slow. Gabe nodded. Slow was good. His body thrummed with the rush of emotion…fear, attraction, desire…Caleb sat unmoving under his hand, Gabe’s thumb across the front of his throat. He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work…only knew he wanted it.
Caleb’s lips were dry, but warm and soft and Gabe was already infatuated with the taste. He tilted his head, his mouth opening to cover Caleb’s. Gabe was still standing in front of him, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was intoxicating, the way Caleb’s body was soft and pliant…the way he followed Gabe’s unspoken lead to lay back on the bed. Gabe climbed up, straddling over Caleb and sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Gabe licked over it before kissing him, his tongue mapping out the roof of Caleb’s mouth, the surface of his tongue. Caleb moaned, his hands sliding over Gabe’s thighs.
Gabe opened his eyes, sitting up to look down at Caleb. “Is this okay?”
Caleb nodded, dark desire filling his eyes.
Gabe ran his hands over Caleb’s face, over a slightly stubbled chin. He’d never touched a man like this before…and was surprised how easily it fell into familiar…good…arousing.
Because, he had to admit, there was definitely a tightening in his shorts. Caleb’s hands moved up his thighs, up to his groin, not really touching his cock, but his thumbs rubbed circles into the crease of leg and hip. Gabe exhaled, his hips tilting of their own volition, seeking out the touch.
“Tell me Gabe. Tell me what you want me to do.” Caleb said softly, his voice startling in the silence of the room.
“Touch me.” Gabe responded before he could stop himself. “Want you to touch me.”
Caleb nodded, his hands sliding up, under Gabe’s shirt, caressing over skin, thumb catching on his navel, then gliding up. The shirt bunched up, then Gabe was pulling it off, offering up the expanse of his chest for Caleb’s hands.
They were rough…again, nothing like the girls Gabe had known…long, calloused fingers that mapped the lines of muscle, the grooves of Gabe’s stomach, the length of his sides. Caleb pressed his whole hand to the center of Gabe’s chest, then slid it up, over his left shoulder, down his arm.
Gabe closed his eyes, following the touch. His cock was hard now…given up any pretense of needing to be cajoled, of needing to go slow…and yet Caleb’s hands crawled over him…urgent but unhurried. . One thumb dipped below his waistband…rubbed against pubic hair and electricity shot through him. He hissed and arched into the touch.
The sound of his zipper seemed to rattle around the room, pulling his attention to the heat in his groin…to the need in his cock as it strained against the denim and cotton.
“May I?”
It takes Gabe a minute to parse through the two small words…the intonation…the breathy need…but the look on Caleb’s face solves it and Gabe nods, hissing as those calloused hands slip inside the constraining cloth and grasp him, rubbing lightly before Caleb is lifting him up and out, his thick thumb covering over the head, then lifting to his mouth to lick at the salty pre-come that’s dampened the pad.
Gabe groaned. He’s pretty sure that shouldn’t be so hot….because Caleb’s still fully dressed and Gabe’s only gotten his shirt off…but his cock his hot and hard…heavy in the circle of Caleb’s fingers…and his lips are spit-slick and red.
His eyes caught on Caleb’s lips, on his tongue tucked in the corner as his hand worked over Gabe’s cock…and he could imagine them stretched wide around him…sucking him slowly into oblivion. He wanted to see Caleb on his knees…but he wasn’t sure Caleb was ready for that…not after everything.
He pulled away, rolled so that he was laying on his back. “Need….fuck…” His hand slid around the back of Caleb’s nearly bald head, the light stubble from the lack of recent shaving giving him enough grip to draw Caleb up, all the way to his mouth. There was a new saltiness to the taste of Caleb’s tongue, and his hand returned to stroking him.
“Tell me….command me.” Caleb whispered as Gabe bucked up into his hand.
“M-Mouth….damn, Caleb…please…want to see you…your mouth.”
Caleb’s eyes flashed, then he was sliding down Gabe’s torso, kissing and licking as he went, ending up between his spread legs. Caleb’s eyes met his, as he paused just about the head. “May I?”
“God, yes. Do it.”
Gabe almost came just from the heat as Caleb’s mouth closed around him and held him. Then he sucked in, up, his cheeks hollowing out and Gabe shook. “Do…do that again.”
Caleb complied, his eyes on Gabe’s face as he sucked in hard, pulling his way up Gabe’s cock and off, then pausing to swirl his tongue messily over the top. Gabe grunted, thrusting up as Caleb descended on him again. “Faster.”
His head moved, his tongue clapped to the tender skin on the underside of Gabe’s dick, bobbing up and down, while one hand slithered under to squeeze his balls. “Caleb.”
Gabe fisted his hands in the sheets to keep from hurting Caleb with his need to squeeze as his body liquefied and came shooting up out of his cock. He expected Caleb to move off, to feel the hot sting of come on his naked chest, but instead Caleb swallowed him, all of him, and Gabe came down his throat as he swallowed.
Caleb sat back on his heels, eyes downcast, waiting. Gabe sat up, even as he was catching his breath. His hand slid up to cup Caleb’s face. “Okay?”
Caleb smiled briefly and nodded. “Just…give me a minute.”
Gabe ran his thumb over Caleb’s bottom lip, then leaned in and kissed it. Caleb was hard, he had no trouble seeing that under the sweat pants he wore. Gabe reached for his groin, then stopped. He kissed Caleb again, kissed his way up to an ear. “Do it for me, Caleb. Show me.”
He sat back, his heart pounding. He’d never felt so…kinky…dirty…but Caleb nudged his sweats down and wrapped his hand around himself. “Talk to me…tell me what you’re thinking.”
Caleb didn’t look at him. “I like that your hands are big…strong. On my head…makes me feel…protected…” Caleb made a sound that might have been a whimper, his hand twisting at the tip of his cock before sliding back down. “Want to come….like the taste of you.” Caleb’s eyes slipped up to Gabe’s face. “Needed this…need to come…may I come?”
Gabe felt that swelling of power…knowing Caleb would stop touching himself if he told him to…he watched the muscles of Caleb’s arm move under the skin…so different from anyone he’d been with…strong and sinewy, all hunter…”Yeah…do it.”
Caleb bit his lip and his stroke changed, then he was shooting come out and over Gabe’s chest. It was pungent, hot, as it hit his skin. Gabe dragged a finger through it and held it out to Caleb, who didn’t hesitate, just sucked the finger into his mouth.
Gabe groaned as he pulled the finger free. “Slow?”
“Ish.” Caleb said with a grin, before pulling off his shirt and using it to clean up Gabe’s chest.
“We’ve got a lot to work out…talk about.”
Caleb nodded, then settled in to lay beside him. “But not tonight.”
Gabe shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Caleb leaned it to kiss him, his hand caressing over flesh until it reached Gabe’s cock, which started to stir with the attention. “Already?”
“Dude, I’m eighteen. I’m always ready.”
Caleb laughed and put his head down on the pillow. “But I’m not…and I’m tired.”
Gabe yawned as if he’d just needed a reminder that he was tired. “Yeah…sleep…tomorrow…we can talk tomorrow…”
