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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Broken!Verse
Title: Research Notes
Pairings/Characters: Gabe(OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2011
Summary: Um...Gabe is a pretty young dom...and a geek to boot, so what is there to do but research? When he's developed a list of things he thinks he and Caleb should talk about, he brings out the collar and a notebook so he can take notes.
A/Ns & Warnings: Pretty much about the sex. D/s, established relationship, exploration of kinks, minor angst....delayed orgasm, begging...dirty talk...This takes place before Destinations, before Reunion...but after Broken.
“Hey.” Gabe looked up, blushed and closed his computer as Caleb tossed a bag of take out on the table.
“Hey.” Gabe echoed. “What took so long?”
“Ran into Simon when I picked up the ammo.”
“Simon? Which one is he?”
“The one with the pock scars all over his face. He’s in town hunting a pair of ghosts.”
Gabe nodded and reached for the bag. “What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
Caleb grinned, but let him have it, figuring whatever it was Gabe would tell him in his own time. “Got a call from John. Sam checked in. They’re okay.”
“Good.” Gabe bit off a huge bite of cheeseburger and sat back in his seat.
Caleb straddled the chair next to him, picking at his fries. “So I restocked the kit. We’ve got ammo for all the guns, got a new sharpener for the knives, holy water, rock salt, laid in some canned goods. We should be good on the road for a while.”
Gabe nodded, but he was obviously distracted. Caleb watched him for a minute, then decided to be brave, call him on it. “Internet porn?”
Gabe looked up, shocked, his face redder than it had been. “What? No. No.”
Caleb laughed. “You should see your face.”
Gabe coughed a little. “I was researching.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Researching?”
Gabe nodded and ate, looking away from Caleb and the computer. Caleb chuckled, but let it go. They’d been on the road together a while, and exploring this thing between them a little longer than that. Since that night before the cabin exploded. Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but Gabe was an eager lover, and Caleb hadn’t felt safe enough to explore this part of himself in a long time.
“So where are we off to next?”
Gabe seemed to relax a little. “Actually, I think we should stay here in Houston another few days. I have some computer stuff I’d like to get my hands on and I’ve got some contacts that might help us in our search for Ash.”
Caleb nodded. “Okay. I’ll call Simon, see if he wants a hand.”
Caleb was cleaning his guns at the table when Gabe came back to the motel room two days later. He and Simon had salted and burned the bones and Simon was on his way east. Caleb was just waiting for Gabe to be ready to move on.
He looked up as the door closed. Gabe had a plain brown bag, the top rolled down. He put it on the bed and looked at Caleb. His expression was one of curiosity mixed with lust and embarrassment. It was a mix he solved simply by lifting the black leather collar out of the bed side stand and holding it up.
Caleb put down the cloth and the gun barrel he’d been cleaning. “Let me wash up.”
Gabe nodded and Caleb ducked into the bathroom, cleaning his hands of the gun oil and dirt. He splashed water over his face, adjusted himself. He’d never fully understood the reaction he had to the collar. The sight of it was enough to stir his lust, to flush his skin with fear, with need.
He turned and left the bedroom to find Gabe sitting on the end of the bed, the collar laid across his knee, a piece of paper on the bed beside him and a notebook in his hands. Caleb paused to pull off his shirt, leaving him only in his jeans. Gabe looked up as Caleb came to kneel in front of him, his eyes on the collar.
“I want to talk.” Gabe said, setting aside the notebook and lifting the collar. “But, I need your head in the right space.”
Caleb nodded lightly. It was obvious Gabe was still nervous. He lifted his head, offering his neck up for the collar. Gabe’s hands move slowly, gently, settling the leather around Caleb’s neck and buckling the collar. It isn’t tight, in fact it sits more on his shoulder and collarbone than against his neck.
They’re both quiet for a minute, giving Caleb the time he needs to adjust and when he looks up at Gabe, licking his lips, Gabe’s thumb moves to brush against the leather. “I keep forgetting how it looks, you know?” Gabe breathes. Then he clears his throat and sits back a little. “Take off your pants. Lay down on the bed.”
Caleb didn’t hesitate, standing easily and dropping his jeans before moving to his side of the bed and laying down. His cock was semi-hard, bobbing a little as he moved. Gabe shifted on the bed, sitting beside Caleb, one hand running over his leg and moving it a little. He smiled a little, licked his lips.
“I’ve been doing research,” he offered tentatively. “And I wanted to talk about what I found…what I…for us.”
“Us?” Caleb asked, squinting at Gabe.
The younger man blushed again and picked up his paper. “It’s what I do…and I want us both to…enjoy it…and so I did some research.”
Caleb couldn’t help but smile. Gabe was absolutely adorable with the blush and the little bit of blond bangs over his forehead. “So…I wrote down some stuff for us to talk about.”
“Okay.” Caleb said, watching him fidget. “Let’s talk then.”
If it was possible, Gabe blushed even deeper. “Okay. I can do this.” He swallowed and exhaled slowly. “Obviously we’re both okay with what we’ve done so far.” Gabe licked his lips. “Oral.” His eyes flared a little and focused on Caleb’s cock. “Anal.” His eyes skipped up to Caleb’s face. “The kissing. I like the kissing.”
He looked down at the paper. “Then there’s the collar.”
Caleb felt himself still a little. The collar, and all that came with it…submission. “You like the collar, Caleb?” Gabe asked breathlessly. Caleb nodded without looking up at Gabe. “You like it when I put it on you.” Gabe was a little more confident now. “You like when I tell you what to do.”
They hadn’t gone too far with that, though Caleb knew Gabe wanted to. They held back because it frightened him too. Gabe got a rush on the power, but he was reminded of Sam’s ordeal and it terrified him to think that he could be like those men. It was Caleb’s job to remind him that he was nothing like those men.
“I like submitting to you, Gabe.” Caleb said softly, watching the way Gabe reacted. “I like giving myself to you.”
It took a minute, but Gabe nodded and cleared his throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever…talked like this. But…there’s other things…”
Caleb nodded, smiling. “I want to hear them all.”
Gabe’s eyes remained riveted on his paper for a minute, then focused on Caleb’s cock. “Restraints.”
Caleb’s cock twitched, hardening noticeably. “I want to see you helpless for me Caleb.” He licked his lips. “I know you don’t like ropes, and stuff. I was thinking about leather…like the collar…Want to see you in leather.”
Caleb had to swallow, the image in his mind of himself cuffed to a bed in leather restraints, gagged while Gabe fucked into him. He groaned and heard Gabe chuckle. When he opened his eyes, Gabe was scribbling something in his notebook.
“Toys.” Gabe said when he was done, looking up at Caleb again.
“What kinds of toys?” Caleb asked a little breathlessly. Gabe licked his lips and reached for the bag, coming out with a small circle of leather.
“Thought we’d start with this.” He held it up. A cock ring. He reached for Caleb’s cock, stroked it a few times, then slipped the ring on, snapping it closed over the base of Caleb’s cock. Caleb reached for his cock, curling around the hot flesh, sliding down to the cool leather. “And work up to this.”
Caleb forced his eyes away from his caged cock, then wished he hadn’t. Gabe was holding a dildo the color of his eyes. It was thick and veiny and had big fake balls at the base. Caleb was starting to breath heavy as Gabe brought the blue cock close to Caleb’s reddening one. He caressed Caleb’s thigh with it. “Saw it there on the shelf and thought about how it would look inside you…”
“Jesus…Gabe…” Caleb shifted uncomfortably, his cock jerking, searching for contact. Gabe chuckled again, left the dildo laying in the crease between Caleb’s hip and thigh and went back to scribbling in his notebook. “Are you…taking notes?”
Gabe rose up on his knees, leaning forward to kiss him, his mouth warm and sweet. “I’m a geek, remember?”
Caleb tried to reign in his wild heartbeat, his breathing. Gabe’s lips slipped over his chest, down his stomach, stopping before actually reaching Caleb’s straining cock. His breath was warm and moist and Caleb had to force himself not to thrust upward. “How does it feel?” Gabe asked suddenly, his hair tickling Caleb’s stomach as he got an up close look at the cock ring.
“It’s tight…good…” He was painfully aware that without the cock ring he might have come just from the feeling of Gabe’s breath. Gabe’s hands lifted the fake cock, then his face. He planted the base of the dildo on Caleb’s stomach, then slid his mouth over it, his eyes on Caleb’s.
“Fuck!” Caleb’s hips twitched upward and Gabe slid up and off the cock with a laugh.
“Not yet.” Gabe sat back up, pulled his paper to him. “There’s more.”
“Not sure I can handle more.” Caleb said breathlessly.
“Spanking.” Gabe said, his eyes locked on Caleb’s. They both knew it was a fine line, after the beatings Caleb had taken. “I’d never do what they did, Caleb…but the thought of it…of you letting me…”
Caleb’s body was tight with memory, and he had to fight to keep his eyes locked on Gabe’s. “I trust you, Gabe.”
Gabe nodded. “You’d have a word…a safe word…and I’d stop.” He was back to kissing, his body stretching out beside Caleb, his lips peppering over Caleb’s chest and up his neck. “Never more than you can handle…never want to hurt you.”
“I…I like a little pain, Gabe.” Caleb said, his turn to blush. He’d never said that to anyone. He licked his lips. “I…do.”
Gabe’s eyes searched his, his hands sliding over Caleb’s skin, up to a nipple that was already hard and standing. His fingers closed over it, pinching it slowly. Caleb gasped and Gabe pinched until Caleb’s hips came up off the mattress, his cock oozing pre-come as if it were the real thing. “Please.” Caleb whispered.
Gabe let go, moved his fingers to the other nipple. “Please what?”
Caleb’s eyes rolled closed and his hips bucked again. “More.” Caleb gasped and Gabe obliged, rolling the nipple between nimble fingers before pinching and pulling on it.
Gabe moved his hand away, replaced it with his mouth, with his teeth, and his hand slid down to cover Caleb’s cock, pulling down, smearing pre-come down his length. His teeth pressed into the flesh of Caleb’s chest and Caleb was fucking up into the circle of his hand. Gabe licked over the teeth marks, kissed up Caleb’s neck. His hand picked up the pace, and Caleb’s cock was screaming. “Please…come…need to come…” he panted and Gabe grinned at him wickedly.
“Need to?”
“Please, Gabe…fuck…”
Gabe’s hand tightened around his cock, while his free hand unsnapped the cock ring and Caleb groaned as he thrust up and came, filling Gabe’s fist. Gabe smiled down at him.
“That was ridiculously hot.” Gabe said, looking at his hand. Caleb was still flushed, blushing and panting as Gabe got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, it was to pick up his notebook and start writing. He looked up when he felt Caleb’s eyes. “What?”
Caleb chuckled. “You can just go back to making notes?”
Gabe grinned. “I haven’t taken the collar off yet.” He tapped his pen against the notebook. “I just want to make sure I don’t forget anything.”
Title: Research Notes
Pairings/Characters: Gabe(OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2011
Summary: Um...Gabe is a pretty young dom...and a geek to boot, so what is there to do but research? When he's developed a list of things he thinks he and Caleb should talk about, he brings out the collar and a notebook so he can take notes.
A/Ns & Warnings: Pretty much about the sex. D/s, established relationship, exploration of kinks, minor angst....delayed orgasm, begging...dirty talk...This takes place before Destinations, before Reunion...but after Broken.
“Hey.” Gabe looked up, blushed and closed his computer as Caleb tossed a bag of take out on the table.
“Hey.” Gabe echoed. “What took so long?”
“Ran into Simon when I picked up the ammo.”
“Simon? Which one is he?”
“The one with the pock scars all over his face. He’s in town hunting a pair of ghosts.”
Gabe nodded and reached for the bag. “What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
Caleb grinned, but let him have it, figuring whatever it was Gabe would tell him in his own time. “Got a call from John. Sam checked in. They’re okay.”
“Good.” Gabe bit off a huge bite of cheeseburger and sat back in his seat.
Caleb straddled the chair next to him, picking at his fries. “So I restocked the kit. We’ve got ammo for all the guns, got a new sharpener for the knives, holy water, rock salt, laid in some canned goods. We should be good on the road for a while.”
Gabe nodded, but he was obviously distracted. Caleb watched him for a minute, then decided to be brave, call him on it. “Internet porn?”
Gabe looked up, shocked, his face redder than it had been. “What? No. No.”
Caleb laughed. “You should see your face.”
Gabe coughed a little. “I was researching.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Researching?”
Gabe nodded and ate, looking away from Caleb and the computer. Caleb chuckled, but let it go. They’d been on the road together a while, and exploring this thing between them a little longer than that. Since that night before the cabin exploded. Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but Gabe was an eager lover, and Caleb hadn’t felt safe enough to explore this part of himself in a long time.
“So where are we off to next?”
Gabe seemed to relax a little. “Actually, I think we should stay here in Houston another few days. I have some computer stuff I’d like to get my hands on and I’ve got some contacts that might help us in our search for Ash.”
Caleb nodded. “Okay. I’ll call Simon, see if he wants a hand.”
Caleb was cleaning his guns at the table when Gabe came back to the motel room two days later. He and Simon had salted and burned the bones and Simon was on his way east. Caleb was just waiting for Gabe to be ready to move on.
He looked up as the door closed. Gabe had a plain brown bag, the top rolled down. He put it on the bed and looked at Caleb. His expression was one of curiosity mixed with lust and embarrassment. It was a mix he solved simply by lifting the black leather collar out of the bed side stand and holding it up.
Caleb put down the cloth and the gun barrel he’d been cleaning. “Let me wash up.”
Gabe nodded and Caleb ducked into the bathroom, cleaning his hands of the gun oil and dirt. He splashed water over his face, adjusted himself. He’d never fully understood the reaction he had to the collar. The sight of it was enough to stir his lust, to flush his skin with fear, with need.
He turned and left the bedroom to find Gabe sitting on the end of the bed, the collar laid across his knee, a piece of paper on the bed beside him and a notebook in his hands. Caleb paused to pull off his shirt, leaving him only in his jeans. Gabe looked up as Caleb came to kneel in front of him, his eyes on the collar.
“I want to talk.” Gabe said, setting aside the notebook and lifting the collar. “But, I need your head in the right space.”
Caleb nodded lightly. It was obvious Gabe was still nervous. He lifted his head, offering his neck up for the collar. Gabe’s hands move slowly, gently, settling the leather around Caleb’s neck and buckling the collar. It isn’t tight, in fact it sits more on his shoulder and collarbone than against his neck.
They’re both quiet for a minute, giving Caleb the time he needs to adjust and when he looks up at Gabe, licking his lips, Gabe’s thumb moves to brush against the leather. “I keep forgetting how it looks, you know?” Gabe breathes. Then he clears his throat and sits back a little. “Take off your pants. Lay down on the bed.”
Caleb didn’t hesitate, standing easily and dropping his jeans before moving to his side of the bed and laying down. His cock was semi-hard, bobbing a little as he moved. Gabe shifted on the bed, sitting beside Caleb, one hand running over his leg and moving it a little. He smiled a little, licked his lips.
“I’ve been doing research,” he offered tentatively. “And I wanted to talk about what I found…what I…for us.”
“Us?” Caleb asked, squinting at Gabe.
The younger man blushed again and picked up his paper. “It’s what I do…and I want us both to…enjoy it…and so I did some research.”
Caleb couldn’t help but smile. Gabe was absolutely adorable with the blush and the little bit of blond bangs over his forehead. “So…I wrote down some stuff for us to talk about.”
“Okay.” Caleb said, watching him fidget. “Let’s talk then.”
If it was possible, Gabe blushed even deeper. “Okay. I can do this.” He swallowed and exhaled slowly. “Obviously we’re both okay with what we’ve done so far.” Gabe licked his lips. “Oral.” His eyes flared a little and focused on Caleb’s cock. “Anal.” His eyes skipped up to Caleb’s face. “The kissing. I like the kissing.”
He looked down at the paper. “Then there’s the collar.”
Caleb felt himself still a little. The collar, and all that came with it…submission. “You like the collar, Caleb?” Gabe asked breathlessly. Caleb nodded without looking up at Gabe. “You like it when I put it on you.” Gabe was a little more confident now. “You like when I tell you what to do.”
They hadn’t gone too far with that, though Caleb knew Gabe wanted to. They held back because it frightened him too. Gabe got a rush on the power, but he was reminded of Sam’s ordeal and it terrified him to think that he could be like those men. It was Caleb’s job to remind him that he was nothing like those men.
“I like submitting to you, Gabe.” Caleb said softly, watching the way Gabe reacted. “I like giving myself to you.”
It took a minute, but Gabe nodded and cleared his throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever…talked like this. But…there’s other things…”
Caleb nodded, smiling. “I want to hear them all.”
Gabe’s eyes remained riveted on his paper for a minute, then focused on Caleb’s cock. “Restraints.”
Caleb’s cock twitched, hardening noticeably. “I want to see you helpless for me Caleb.” He licked his lips. “I know you don’t like ropes, and stuff. I was thinking about leather…like the collar…Want to see you in leather.”
Caleb had to swallow, the image in his mind of himself cuffed to a bed in leather restraints, gagged while Gabe fucked into him. He groaned and heard Gabe chuckle. When he opened his eyes, Gabe was scribbling something in his notebook.
“Toys.” Gabe said when he was done, looking up at Caleb again.
“What kinds of toys?” Caleb asked a little breathlessly. Gabe licked his lips and reached for the bag, coming out with a small circle of leather.
“Thought we’d start with this.” He held it up. A cock ring. He reached for Caleb’s cock, stroked it a few times, then slipped the ring on, snapping it closed over the base of Caleb’s cock. Caleb reached for his cock, curling around the hot flesh, sliding down to the cool leather. “And work up to this.”
Caleb forced his eyes away from his caged cock, then wished he hadn’t. Gabe was holding a dildo the color of his eyes. It was thick and veiny and had big fake balls at the base. Caleb was starting to breath heavy as Gabe brought the blue cock close to Caleb’s reddening one. He caressed Caleb’s thigh with it. “Saw it there on the shelf and thought about how it would look inside you…”
“Jesus…Gabe…” Caleb shifted uncomfortably, his cock jerking, searching for contact. Gabe chuckled again, left the dildo laying in the crease between Caleb’s hip and thigh and went back to scribbling in his notebook. “Are you…taking notes?”
Gabe rose up on his knees, leaning forward to kiss him, his mouth warm and sweet. “I’m a geek, remember?”
Caleb tried to reign in his wild heartbeat, his breathing. Gabe’s lips slipped over his chest, down his stomach, stopping before actually reaching Caleb’s straining cock. His breath was warm and moist and Caleb had to force himself not to thrust upward. “How does it feel?” Gabe asked suddenly, his hair tickling Caleb’s stomach as he got an up close look at the cock ring.
“It’s tight…good…” He was painfully aware that without the cock ring he might have come just from the feeling of Gabe’s breath. Gabe’s hands lifted the fake cock, then his face. He planted the base of the dildo on Caleb’s stomach, then slid his mouth over it, his eyes on Caleb’s.
“Fuck!” Caleb’s hips twitched upward and Gabe slid up and off the cock with a laugh.
“Not yet.” Gabe sat back up, pulled his paper to him. “There’s more.”
“Not sure I can handle more.” Caleb said breathlessly.
“Spanking.” Gabe said, his eyes locked on Caleb’s. They both knew it was a fine line, after the beatings Caleb had taken. “I’d never do what they did, Caleb…but the thought of it…of you letting me…”
Caleb’s body was tight with memory, and he had to fight to keep his eyes locked on Gabe’s. “I trust you, Gabe.”
Gabe nodded. “You’d have a word…a safe word…and I’d stop.” He was back to kissing, his body stretching out beside Caleb, his lips peppering over Caleb’s chest and up his neck. “Never more than you can handle…never want to hurt you.”
“I…I like a little pain, Gabe.” Caleb said, his turn to blush. He’d never said that to anyone. He licked his lips. “I…do.”
Gabe’s eyes searched his, his hands sliding over Caleb’s skin, up to a nipple that was already hard and standing. His fingers closed over it, pinching it slowly. Caleb gasped and Gabe pinched until Caleb’s hips came up off the mattress, his cock oozing pre-come as if it were the real thing. “Please.” Caleb whispered.
Gabe let go, moved his fingers to the other nipple. “Please what?”
Caleb’s eyes rolled closed and his hips bucked again. “More.” Caleb gasped and Gabe obliged, rolling the nipple between nimble fingers before pinching and pulling on it.
Gabe moved his hand away, replaced it with his mouth, with his teeth, and his hand slid down to cover Caleb’s cock, pulling down, smearing pre-come down his length. His teeth pressed into the flesh of Caleb’s chest and Caleb was fucking up into the circle of his hand. Gabe licked over the teeth marks, kissed up Caleb’s neck. His hand picked up the pace, and Caleb’s cock was screaming. “Please…come…need to come…” he panted and Gabe grinned at him wickedly.
“Need to?”
“Please, Gabe…fuck…”
Gabe’s hand tightened around his cock, while his free hand unsnapped the cock ring and Caleb groaned as he thrust up and came, filling Gabe’s fist. Gabe smiled down at him.
“That was ridiculously hot.” Gabe said, looking at his hand. Caleb was still flushed, blushing and panting as Gabe got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, it was to pick up his notebook and start writing. He looked up when he felt Caleb’s eyes. “What?”
Caleb chuckled. “You can just go back to making notes?”
Gabe grinned. “I haven’t taken the collar off yet.” He tapped his pen against the notebook. “I just want to make sure I don’t forget anything.”
