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phantismaFandom: Supernatural (Broken Verse)
Title: Or Something
Characters/Pairings: Gabe (OMC)/Caleb
Word Count: 1244
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ....in which Caleb learns what happens when he leaves his geek alone for a week...with Caleb's car...because Gabe has made some..."improvements"...
A/Ns & Warnings: Out of nowhere this morning, Brain woke up with Gabe & Caleb and car sex percolating...and I could not, for the life of me, re-direct her to other pursuits until she had gotten this out of her system. This is just porn people. Bondage, established D/s relationship, car sex...you know, Gabe/Caleb....
He should know better.
By now, Caleb should know better than letting Gabe anywhere near his car, even when he promises that he’s only making “improvements” to it.
Because Gabe’s geekery knew no boundaries.
Caleb had assumed his geek had meant something to do with the hunt or gas mileage or something.
This certainly fell into the “or something” category.
He’d complain, but there is the matter of the O-Ring gag making all his words sound more like grunty noises that Gabe just usually translates as “please fuck me more/harder/deeper/with a bigger cock”
Which, he also isn’t complaining about really.
Because at this precise moment, Gabe is doing exactly that.
Caleb’s hands fist the air, because in the position they are currently cuffed he can’t do much else with them. He pants through the open ring of the gag, eyes squeezing shut.
He supposed this was what he got for complaining about the back seat being too small for two grown men to really enjoy much more than a quickie blow job the last time Gabe had made him pull over in the woods to have sex.
And then leaving the boy alone with the car for a week while he helped Bobby with a hunt.
Now they’re a mile or more down some god forsaken dirt road, surrounded by trees, the only light the overhead dome that Gabe’s head keeps blocking out and the backseat is…well…much more accommodating.
The seat back is reclined almost forty-five degrees, creating space for them to maneuver. The front seat is laid flat and slid back to sit flush with the back seat, making the car one big bed essentially.
A bondage bed at that.
Caleb’s wrists arre bound in his leather restraints, which are attached to the corners of the front seat with Velcro, while he kneels on what would normally be headrests. The heavy leather of his collar is tight against his neck as Gabe pulls back on his hips, impaling him in one smooth stroke.
The windows are already steamed up and the air in the car is thick with heat and lust and Gabe’s voice growling nasty things to him, like Caleb needed any more encouragement after the manhandling it had taken to get him into this position.
“Fuck, Caleb….damn…” Gabe pulled out and shoved back in, hard and deep, no pretense at making it last or making it anything more than what it was, a deep, dirty fuck in the car like they were high school kids after homecoming.
Caleb could tell Gabe was getting close, but instead of driving the point home and finishing, he slowed down, his hand sliding up Caleb’s sweaty back, pausing on the collar and grabbing it, getting his fingers between the leather and his skin, making it that much tighter before he tugged back.
He pulled and Caleb’s body shifted, angling his hips differently and making Gabe’s cock fill him that much more, pressing against his prostate and Caleb can’t help the whine that escapes through his open mouth. Gabe’s free hand pets over his sticky skin, dirty praise falling from his lips, even as that hand makes it’s way down to Caleb’s own hard cock.
He spreads his knees just a little more as he feels the first touch of that hand, softer than most men’s, the calluses in different places. “So easy, Caleb. So fucking easy…maybe I should make you beg for me…” His hand draws up Caleb’s cock and stops. Caleb’s head drops forward and Gabe tugs with the hand in his collar. “You want me to…?” He lets go and brings the hand to Caleb’s stomach, caressing over it and up onto his chest. “You want me to touch you?”
Caleb manages a bit of a nod, but he knows that won’t be enough.
Gabe’s mouth is on his ear, his breath hot as the hand holding the collar slips up to release the gag and pull it away. “Tell me, Caleb…what is it you want right now?”
Caleb works his jaw and licks his lips. “Gabe…”
Gabe’s fingers pinch at his nipple before walking down his chest and over his abs to hover over his cock. “Tell me Caleb…shall I touch you? Make you come for me?”
The barely-there feeling of his hand is maddening. “Yes…yes, please Gabe….”
Instead of touching him though, Gabe moves his hips, pulling ever so slightly out of Caleb and pushing back in. “Or maybe I should just push your head down and fuck you until you come all by yourself?”
Caleb groans and bows his head further. “Is that what you want from me?”
Caleb isn’t sure what he wants, but he knows he has to say something…or Gabe will keep tormenting him like this. “You…want you…” He turns his head to where Gabe’s mouth had been, but Gabe is gone, his hand returning to the collar and pushing Caleb down.
The whole car shifts when Gabe does, when he leans in and braces his feet against the back seat for leverage. One hand holds Caleb by the collar, the other by his hip and Gabe snaps his hips, in and out, his cock filling Caleb and sliding out again, until Caleb’s mouth is moving with sounds he thinks he means to be please and more and Gabe until his cock is spilling onto the leather under him and he’s crying out and even then Gabe doesn’t stop.
He keeps fucking into Caleb, long after Caleb’s cock is spent, and when he reaches the hand on Caleb’s hip down to his cock, when he squeezes and strokes and it fills his hand despite the rush of pain, Caleb’s eyes close and he wills himself to give a little more, yelling into the dashboard as Gabe finally, finally comes inside him, collapsing forward onto him for a moment while they both try to catch their breath.
Gabe releases his hands first, so that he can move, and Caleb slides back, pulling up his pants from where they were puddle at his ankles. Gabe slides to the left, behind the driver’s seat and together they snap the front seat back into place.
Gabe grins as he gets his own pants situation straightened out and zips up, reaching for Caleb and drawing him in for a kiss. “Still think the back seat’s too small for fucking?”
Caleb chuckles and shakes his head. Gabe’s fingers release the buckle of the collar and Caleb reaches out to ruffle the shaggy blond head. “You never cease to amaze me.”
Gabe beams at the praise, then leans in as if there were someone nearby to overhear him. “And that was just one position. Wait until we try the others.”
Caleb raises an eyebrow at him. “Others?”
Yeah, Gabe’s geekery knew no bounds. His eyes sparkle at Caleb. “Oh yeah. We can try later though, we need to get to St. Louis.”
“Before your father.” Caleb amends, opening the back door to get out and get into the front seat. “I need a shower.”
“Or something.” Gabe grins at him after climbing over the seat, and laying the collar out on the seat between them. His finger leaves the collar and scoops up the come cooling on the leather and sliding that finger into his mouth.
His smirk leaves a promise hanging in the air, that his improvements don’t end with the car…and Caleb wastes no time leaving that dirt road in the dust.
Title: Or Something
Characters/Pairings: Gabe (OMC)/Caleb
Word Count: 1244
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ....in which Caleb learns what happens when he leaves his geek alone for a week...with Caleb's car...because Gabe has made some..."improvements"...
A/Ns & Warnings: Out of nowhere this morning, Brain woke up with Gabe & Caleb and car sex percolating...and I could not, for the life of me, re-direct her to other pursuits until she had gotten this out of her system. This is just porn people. Bondage, established D/s relationship, car sex...you know, Gabe/Caleb....
He should know better.
By now, Caleb should know better than letting Gabe anywhere near his car, even when he promises that he’s only making “improvements” to it.
Because Gabe’s geekery knew no boundaries.
Caleb had assumed his geek had meant something to do with the hunt or gas mileage or something.
This certainly fell into the “or something” category.
He’d complain, but there is the matter of the O-Ring gag making all his words sound more like grunty noises that Gabe just usually translates as “please fuck me more/harder/deeper/with a bigger cock”
Which, he also isn’t complaining about really.
Because at this precise moment, Gabe is doing exactly that.
Caleb’s hands fist the air, because in the position they are currently cuffed he can’t do much else with them. He pants through the open ring of the gag, eyes squeezing shut.
He supposed this was what he got for complaining about the back seat being too small for two grown men to really enjoy much more than a quickie blow job the last time Gabe had made him pull over in the woods to have sex.
And then leaving the boy alone with the car for a week while he helped Bobby with a hunt.
Now they’re a mile or more down some god forsaken dirt road, surrounded by trees, the only light the overhead dome that Gabe’s head keeps blocking out and the backseat is…well…much more accommodating.
The seat back is reclined almost forty-five degrees, creating space for them to maneuver. The front seat is laid flat and slid back to sit flush with the back seat, making the car one big bed essentially.
A bondage bed at that.
Caleb’s wrists arre bound in his leather restraints, which are attached to the corners of the front seat with Velcro, while he kneels on what would normally be headrests. The heavy leather of his collar is tight against his neck as Gabe pulls back on his hips, impaling him in one smooth stroke.
The windows are already steamed up and the air in the car is thick with heat and lust and Gabe’s voice growling nasty things to him, like Caleb needed any more encouragement after the manhandling it had taken to get him into this position.
“Fuck, Caleb….damn…” Gabe pulled out and shoved back in, hard and deep, no pretense at making it last or making it anything more than what it was, a deep, dirty fuck in the car like they were high school kids after homecoming.
Caleb could tell Gabe was getting close, but instead of driving the point home and finishing, he slowed down, his hand sliding up Caleb’s sweaty back, pausing on the collar and grabbing it, getting his fingers between the leather and his skin, making it that much tighter before he tugged back.
He pulled and Caleb’s body shifted, angling his hips differently and making Gabe’s cock fill him that much more, pressing against his prostate and Caleb can’t help the whine that escapes through his open mouth. Gabe’s free hand pets over his sticky skin, dirty praise falling from his lips, even as that hand makes it’s way down to Caleb’s own hard cock.
He spreads his knees just a little more as he feels the first touch of that hand, softer than most men’s, the calluses in different places. “So easy, Caleb. So fucking easy…maybe I should make you beg for me…” His hand draws up Caleb’s cock and stops. Caleb’s head drops forward and Gabe tugs with the hand in his collar. “You want me to…?” He lets go and brings the hand to Caleb’s stomach, caressing over it and up onto his chest. “You want me to touch you?”
Caleb manages a bit of a nod, but he knows that won’t be enough.
Gabe’s mouth is on his ear, his breath hot as the hand holding the collar slips up to release the gag and pull it away. “Tell me, Caleb…what is it you want right now?”
Caleb works his jaw and licks his lips. “Gabe…”
Gabe’s fingers pinch at his nipple before walking down his chest and over his abs to hover over his cock. “Tell me Caleb…shall I touch you? Make you come for me?”
The barely-there feeling of his hand is maddening. “Yes…yes, please Gabe….”
Instead of touching him though, Gabe moves his hips, pulling ever so slightly out of Caleb and pushing back in. “Or maybe I should just push your head down and fuck you until you come all by yourself?”
Caleb groans and bows his head further. “Is that what you want from me?”
Caleb isn’t sure what he wants, but he knows he has to say something…or Gabe will keep tormenting him like this. “You…want you…” He turns his head to where Gabe’s mouth had been, but Gabe is gone, his hand returning to the collar and pushing Caleb down.
The whole car shifts when Gabe does, when he leans in and braces his feet against the back seat for leverage. One hand holds Caleb by the collar, the other by his hip and Gabe snaps his hips, in and out, his cock filling Caleb and sliding out again, until Caleb’s mouth is moving with sounds he thinks he means to be please and more and Gabe until his cock is spilling onto the leather under him and he’s crying out and even then Gabe doesn’t stop.
He keeps fucking into Caleb, long after Caleb’s cock is spent, and when he reaches the hand on Caleb’s hip down to his cock, when he squeezes and strokes and it fills his hand despite the rush of pain, Caleb’s eyes close and he wills himself to give a little more, yelling into the dashboard as Gabe finally, finally comes inside him, collapsing forward onto him for a moment while they both try to catch their breath.
Gabe releases his hands first, so that he can move, and Caleb slides back, pulling up his pants from where they were puddle at his ankles. Gabe slides to the left, behind the driver’s seat and together they snap the front seat back into place.
Gabe grins as he gets his own pants situation straightened out and zips up, reaching for Caleb and drawing him in for a kiss. “Still think the back seat’s too small for fucking?”
Caleb chuckles and shakes his head. Gabe’s fingers release the buckle of the collar and Caleb reaches out to ruffle the shaggy blond head. “You never cease to amaze me.”
Gabe beams at the praise, then leans in as if there were someone nearby to overhear him. “And that was just one position. Wait until we try the others.”
Caleb raises an eyebrow at him. “Others?”
Yeah, Gabe’s geekery knew no bounds. His eyes sparkle at Caleb. “Oh yeah. We can try later though, we need to get to St. Louis.”
“Before your father.” Caleb amends, opening the back door to get out and get into the front seat. “I need a shower.”
“Or something.” Gabe grins at him after climbing over the seat, and laying the collar out on the seat between them. His finger leaves the collar and scoops up the come cooling on the leather and sliding that finger into his mouth.
His smirk leaves a promise hanging in the air, that his improvements don’t end with the car…and Caleb wastes no time leaving that dirt road in the dust.
