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[They've both had a lot of practice with this now, unbuttoning, unfastening, peeling clothes off while they kiss or while Greg's mouth teases over Gabriel's overly sensitive skin. The shiver as each layer is removed has nothing to do with cold air- there isn't any, not here- but all about anticipation.
And if Greg is going to start on his shirt, Gabriel is more than capable of undoing those at the bottom as Greg starts from the top, meet in the middle and then push it off his shoulders. And from Greg's shoulder's, it's only a slight reach to those wings. Gabriel seems to have a magic touch where they are concerns, and even if Greg wants to lean backwards, just for a little while, Gabriel has no problems pressing up to him and letting his fingers work into muscle and between feathers and try and get some of that surface tension out.]
Hmmm, you can let a boy try though, can't you?
[Gabriel probably shouldn't be allowed to smirk like that, suggestive and so self-satisfied. Greg might not melt as quickly or as easily as Gabriel does, but a few minutes under the archangel's hands has a very surprising effect. Or at least, surprising to those who don't think of Greg as anything but serious, starchy policeman. There's something very pleasant about working Greg into a relaxed, contented, boneless creature. Especially not when the raging desire remains.]
[ There's certainly nothing wrong with Gabriel's talent for working over tense muscles, Greg just carries around a lot more stress than Gabriel does, at least in a physical sense. It would take some serious manipulation to ease all of that away with just a brief touch, and he wouldn't be necessarily surprised if Gabriel could do that, but they both like the process of getting there. Drawing things out is almost always a good idea.
He can't even answer that rhetorical question when Gabriel's fingers slip through those soft feathers and against the muscle underneath, all he can do is groan, a pleased shudder echoing through that wing all the way down to the tips of his feathers. That feels insanely good even when he's not tense, and releasing some of that pent up ache like this is even a step beyond that. Staying upright against the wall is definitely going to be out of the question if Gabriel is going to continue that, and Greg definitely wants him to.
So he's pulling Gabriel with him over to the bed, only finally somewhat reluctantly letting him go in order to slip out of the rest of his clothes before carefully stretching out on his stomach on the bed. It's all too easy to sigh and let his face sink into a pillow, at least for a minute. It's comfortable, no one is chastising him over what he did or didn't do, and Gabriel is here with him. Things could definitely be worse. ]
I'll let you do whatever you want if you keep that up. [ It's muffled into that pillow, but his words are probably clear enough. ]
[It's said in a laugh, before Greg pulls him towards their bed and Gabriel helps him shed those last few pesky clothes. He should strip out of his own, but actually, it's so much nicer just to stop, for a moment, and watch Greg laid out like that, wings spread, every line of his back exposed, skin taut and beautiful in the low light of the room.
It is just a moment before Gabriel follows, but in that moment all his thoughts turn to how handsome Greg is, how perfectly made. There's no direct divinity in his creation, but there should be. There's something unbelievably beautiful about Greg, not just in his looks, but something in his soul that sings out. Even the tension and the bitter taste of the day can't hide it. He could look at it forever, but it feels already too long since he was pressed up close, and so he pulls off the rest of his clothes and climbs up onto the bed, straddling across Greg's thighs and ass.
He doesn't squirm, doesn't grind himself down, because that will just make all those muscles tighten even more, and Gabriel doesn't want that. His hands trail up the path of Greg's spine, thumbs gently tracing contours of muscle and the joints of Greg's gorgeous wings, before he leans forwards and presses a line of kisses up between his shoulder blades before murmuring something close to Greg's ear]
Don't fall asleep, 'kay?
[And with that, the tips of Gabriel's fingers press in, over the tension in those gorgeous shoulders, working the stresses and stains out in careful circles. He could just will it all away, of course, but that sudden relief doesn't actually do much good when a body is as tired and tense as Greg's, it needs a slow, focused touch, and only the very gentlest touch of Grace. Gabriel knows what he's doing, he can take his time.
Besides, he really feels like he's helping. Yeah, he knows he's there for Greg to talk to, he knows he's a great distraction from whatever rubbish is happening in LHPD, but that doesn't often feel like real help. This? Somehow it does. Besides, like this he can broach a subject that's been on his mind a while.]
I was thinking, when this is settled, maybe you should take some time off. Have a rest, just for a few days.
[ Gabriel might not be intentionally squirming around, but just the fact that he's pressed so close and intimately, without any clothes getting in the way, is enough to wind Greg up a bit in a different way. Not to the point of distracting him from how amazing it feels to have Gabriel's fingers trailing over his back and wings, and then digging more purposefully into the muscle of his shoulders. Gabriel has learned all too well just where the worst knots tend to happen, and he's always been good at deftly working each one of them out with apparent ease.
Greg makes a muffled hum of agreement in response to the words murmured in his ear, and though it's distracted, he's not actually in danger of falling asleep. Not right now. There certainly have been evenings when this kind of attention would leave him relaxed, boneless, and prone to slipping into sleep, but he's not that physically tired right now. He might be mentally exhausted, but otherwise he's feeling very comfortable, but also attentive on where Gabriel's hands happen to be.
He's not even bothering to try to stifle the occasional pleased groan, or slight hiss of a sharply inhaled breath before letting it out in an appreciative sigh.
Gabriel gets through 'I was thinking' before Greg makes another noise, just to prove that he is listening. He recognises the tone of something that Gabriel might have been hesitant to bring up otherwise, and he's not wrong. Gabriel seems to try not to make suggestions regarding his work, under normal circumstances, but the idea of taking some time off has been hinted around before. He's never been outright against it, but so far he's never really found the right time to give it serious consideration. Maybe Gabriel's right, though. He hasn't taken more than two days off at a time since he started working here, aside from that week when he was a teenager.
It would be nice to be able to sleep in for a few days. Especially when he can get back into his house, which is supposed to be soon, he'll definitely have plenty to work on around the house and in the garden. ]
Mm. What about you?
[ Gabriel's been spending a lot of time at Silks, too. Not that Greg can judge. He was expecting the first few weeks to be somewhat time-intensive, while Gabriel made sure that everything was running smoothly. ]
[ Gabriel won't pretend it isn't thrilling to be naked and pressed up against Greg, he won't pretend that he doesn't really enjoy it, the shared warmth and the closeness and the easiness of it all. It'd be so easy to just give in and roll around on the bed with Greg, turn this into something far less innocent. As easy as that would be, he's very happy like this, feeling Greg breath under his hands.
He's known ever since that disastrous party in Little Eden that there are certain points, little points like here and here which get so impossibly tense that Gabriel focuses his attention there for a moment, enjoying the way Greg groans, hisses and moves very slightly under Gabriel's hands. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't get an ego boost out of that. He really likes the fact he can have such an effect on Greg.
He lets his fingers knead those stops a little longer, before his hands trail down and into the feathers at the joints of Greg's wings, and work gently into them too. Greg is still tucking in his wings and hiding them away, how he doesn't get horrible cramp Gabriel doesn't know. But they need a little TLC too, and Greg does like to have them touched.]
I wasn't planning to let you go have fun without me.
[ The idea makes him chuckle softly, because this suggestion isnt just about Greg needing some time away from the office. It's about them, being about to enjoy some good solid time together without worrying about work and shifts and all the rest. Some time that is just about them, even if they can't do that whole romantic long weekend thing so many couples enjoy. Maybe they can spend it in Little Eden, although Gabriel's own ideas were a little different. ]
Maybe a long weekend at the seaside? Or I can take you to India, something like that. Really get away.
[ Greg knows that Gabriel likes to draw those noises out of him, and he's more at ease making them here, like this, than he is during sex, oddly enough. He's becoming somewhat less restrained with Gabriel in general, though. It's easy to be inclined toward letting go of a lot of inhibitions that he's held onto for years when Gabriel is so eager and accepting of anything he wants to do. Greg knows that he has a few things he would never do, but they seem to all be along the lines of things he wouldn't want to do, anyway.
He's not really thinking about any of that right now. Right now he's outright moaning at the attention to his wings, and it's far from innocent. His wings do get cramped, and today's been fairly bad for that. Gabriel's fingers ease all of that tension away, and the gentle ruffle of those feathers near his joints make faint shudders of pleasure rustle through his whole wing. He couldn't resist that reaction even if he wanted to.
It's difficult to focus on Gabriel's words in the midst of all that, but 'seaside' catches his attention enough to have him turning his head, glancing back toward Gabriel with a slightly confused but interested expression. ]
That would be lovely, actually, but how?
[ Neither of them have any way to get back to earth. He knows that Gabriel is capable of conjuring up some impressive things, like the reflection of his flat in London, at least for a little while, but he thought that anything like that would be far too expansive for Gabriel to maintain for long. It seems like trying would be excessively draining. So maybe he has something else in mind? ]
[ Gabriel loves those noises. They're so far away from the controlled, careful, conscientious policeman Greg is outside that, well, he can't help but enjoy them. It means he's doing something right, very right. He lets his fingers smooth further into Greg's wings, really working on the tension, trying to ease most of it out now because he doesn't know how much longer Greg is going to let him do this. When you start playing with wings, there's only so long before you want to do more than that.
He knew that seaside would work on Greg though. It was bound to. ]
Constantine has a thing... that lets you physically go back to memories.
[Which he's going to look into more before they use it. He wanted to understand it properly, make sure it's safe, before he goes near it seriously, but the idea and the possibility is too much to share.
Of course, if he was alive, he could keep an illusion like that going, for weeks and weeks, on a huge scale. He did it to Sam Winchester for a year, he kept both of the Winchester boys in a made up world for days and days and days. It's only difficult now because they watered down his powers.]
[ Greg doesn't want Gabriel to move, but he will push himself up from the bed just enough to make it obvious that he wants to shift around to lay on his back instead, carefully folding his wings as he does so that the can stretch them back out on the bed behind him. He's fairly content to let Gabriel continue to work over his muscles and wings for as long as he wants to, but in this position it's likely that he'll want to do more than just play with Greg's feathers. And that was more or less the point.
The mention of John makes him flick his eyes up toward the ceiling briefly, though - 'Constantine has a thing' rarely works out well - but he's willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. At least as long as they're just talking about this in theory at the moment. It's not that he doesn't trust John not to let him have anything dangerous...
Well. Usually he wouldn't. Those thoughts take a detour when he considers the overall situation at the moment, and that makes him a bit more dubious than he would have been otherwise. Still, it sounds harmless enough, and it it does work, then it would definitely be easy for them to get away from all of this for a couple of days. He does miss the beach, maybe even more than London sometimes. ]
[ Gabriel can shift to give Gren enough time to move, to get comfortable again before he's letting his hands move again, back to Greg's shoulders, trailing down the top part of his biceps, just enjoying the feel of muscle beneath his fingers.
Greg is gorgeous, okay? And there's nothing wrong with fact that the sight of those muscles makes him feel a little squirmy all over again.
But he tries to focus, his eyes moving from muscle to Greg's face, and he sees the flicker of his eyes. He guessed that Greg would get stuck on this point, and he knows why. Magic stuff isn't for playing with, not when it's got the potential to backfire so dramatically. But then again, John knows what he's doing, Gabriel... trusts him, to a certain degree. Besides, he's going to test this thing before they try to use it. And if it works? If it seems safe? Then why not. It#s the only real way they are going to get to experience anything other than Hell together.
And as his hand drifts back into Greg's wings, this time to stroke the long, strong, soft feathers of his inner wing, not rubbing or massaging, just touching. ]
I told him you needed a holiday. That I wanted a vacation with you. And he suggested it, because there... aren't any other options.
[ Because Gabriel is stuck here. And that's only now becoming something he's not happy with. He wants to go places with Greg, and see things with him he's not seen for a long, long, long time, or things he's never seen before or things he wants to see in a new way. He can't do that if he's banished to Hell forever more. ]
[ With some effort, Greg is putting aside his particular frustrations with John, and the rest of the city, at the moment and focusing instead on the moment in front of him. He's only just now started to relax, and he doesn't want to ruin it by letting himself get dragged back into all of that. He'd much rather let his hands slide up and over Gabriel's thighs until they settle a little more firmly on his hips. It's far from the most subtle of gestures.
He doesn't mind the way Gabriel looks at him like that, either. He's never felt like an unattractive man, though the grey hair had been an adjustment, but he's not sure anyone's ever looked at him quite like this before. It probably doesn't hurt that he's ironically in much better shape lately than he was for the past couple of years while he was alive. It wasn't terrible, but his muscles have more definition now than they've had in years.
A vacation isn't a bad idea, though, even if they just took some time off from their respective jobs to spend some time around the house. Greg's house, especially, which will be nice to get back into. He's gotten used to it by now, but having a cool house to come back to at the end of the day is actually very nice. Even better when Gabriel is there waiting for him, either way. ]
If you want to look into it, that's fine. Otherwise I'm sure we can work something out.
[ In the meantime he's shifting slightly underneath Gabriel, letting his thumbs brush in light, teasing circles just over his hips. ]
[ The grip on his hips is very welcome, marks him squirm a little more keenly against Greg as he leans down to kiss him. He just can't help himself, not one little bit. And that gives him a reason to stroke his hands back towards Greg's chest, over the lines of his ribs. Greg is attractive, in every single way, and Gabriel isn't going to try and hide how much he likes this.
Besides, naked and in Greg's lap makes it impossible to actually hide the fact. Not that he wants to. All that stress seems to have melted away now, at least enough for Greg to be focusing on something else, like the series of searingly hot kisses across his jaw.
Even if they don't go anywhere, it might be good for Greg. The only problem is that he is too dedicated to his work. If something happens, he'll go in and help, even if he's meant to be off. But that's a discussion for later.
Much later, because right now the way Greg shifts beneath him makes him shiver expectantly, moving his hips just a little to rock himself against Greg, letting a hiss of breath leave his throat. ]
Can we work it out later, maybe? In about an hour?
[ Greg has no complaints about this. He did properly start this, and it's pleasantly easy to press up into that kiss as he shifts slowly again underneath Gabriel's hands. He'll tilt his head and sigh softly as Gabriel trails those kisses along his jaw, but directly after he's brushing his lips teasingly across the side of Gabriel's neck. He knows how much Gabriel likes to be pinned down on the bed and to have bites and kisses scattered over his throat and shoulders. It's quite enjoyable for both of them.
He makes a noise not unlike a groan when Gabriel rocks against him, as slight as it is, and his grip on Gabriel's hips tightens in response to pull him more insistently into that rhythm. As much as he does like to have Gabriel underneath him, watching him writhe, arch and rock himself against his cock like this is also very nice to see. Especially when he really starts to wind himself up until they both want more too much to resist any longer.
Greg's wings stretch toward him, sliding with a soft, smooth brush across his shoulders and curling around his back, not pulling him in as much as just touching. It's become a familiar, intimate gesture between them. ]
[ Normally it's Gabriel who starts all this, who teases them both until they have to give in. Gabriel is far more likely to give into all those whims, all those desires, Greg has far more control of himself. So the very fact that Greg started this makes Gabriel all the more inclined to drag this out, to make sure Greg gets exactly what he wants. Which will no doubt involve Gabriel writhing and squirming, because he's already half way there.
He rocks himself against Greg again, shivering as the soft edge of feathers ghosts over his shoulders. Between that and the caress of Greg's lips, he's already beginning to loose the ability to focus. All he wants is to make Greg feel good, to feel those wings against him and the hard length of Greg's cock against his thigh. Now that is something he'd really like to feel more of, but for the moment the slow build of friction is almost, almost good enough.
It's even better when he reaches down between them and curls his fingers into a loose fist around Greg, stroking lazily.]
This isn't an approved massage technique, but I think it might make you feel better.
[ Greg's wings continue to shift around Gabriel's back until those outer feathers overlap, feathers rustling just enough to continue stroking over Gabriel's skin. The sensation of soft feather sliding smoothly over warm skin feels as good as anywhere else they're pressed together, if not even better. This is exactly the sort of thing that he wanted after the day he's had, and he's not feeling rushed, but he does want more.
There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]
[ Gabriel makes a pleased noise as the feathers caress over his back, over every inch of his own tensed muscles. They aren't tensed by stress, not like Greg's, but by anticipation of all this pleasure, of this closeness, and the gentle velvet touch does nothing but increase that.
The way Greg's hips buck and rock upwards into his hand make him grin, and while he would normal tease poor Greg a little longer with slow, careful strokes, he's also far too keen to increase the pace.
He shifts, just slightly, not far from the glorious press of wings against his back, but close enough so that his own hard cock throbs against his hand. Gabriel releases his grip, just for a moment, before his fist curls around both of them, stroking again. It's enough to make he hisses out a breath, a pleased noise as the strokes grow in confidence.
He would have leaned down, to catch Greg's mouth in a kiss, but he doesn't want to pull away from the gorgeous wings against him, and he has a slight suspicion Greg might like to see this. So he lets his fingers stroke faster over them, his cock throbbing against Greg's as his thumb travels over the wet head of his cock and then over's Greg's. He can't help the groan, or the way he arches back against the soft feathers. It feels fantastic, no one can blame him for wanting more.
He'd really like to make some sort of response to Greg's words, something funny, but as soon as his lips part all he manages is an eager little moan and the rock of his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
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And if Greg is going to start on his shirt, Gabriel is more than capable of undoing those at the bottom as Greg starts from the top, meet in the middle and then push it off his shoulders. And from Greg's shoulder's, it's only a slight reach to those wings. Gabriel seems to have a magic touch where they are concerns, and even if Greg wants to lean backwards, just for a little while, Gabriel has no problems pressing up to him and letting his fingers work into muscle and between feathers and try and get some of that surface tension out.]
Hmmm, you can let a boy try though, can't you?
[Gabriel probably shouldn't be allowed to smirk like that, suggestive and so self-satisfied. Greg might not melt as quickly or as easily as Gabriel does, but a few minutes under the archangel's hands has a very surprising effect. Or at least, surprising to those who don't think of Greg as anything but serious, starchy policeman. There's something very pleasant about working Greg into a relaxed, contented, boneless creature. Especially not when the raging desire remains.]
Let me look after you.
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He can't even answer that rhetorical question when Gabriel's fingers slip through those soft feathers and against the muscle underneath, all he can do is groan, a pleased shudder echoing through that wing all the way down to the tips of his feathers. That feels insanely good even when he's not tense, and releasing some of that pent up ache like this is even a step beyond that. Staying upright against the wall is definitely going to be out of the question if Gabriel is going to continue that, and Greg definitely wants him to.
So he's pulling Gabriel with him over to the bed, only finally somewhat reluctantly letting him go in order to slip out of the rest of his clothes before carefully stretching out on his stomach on the bed. It's all too easy to sigh and let his face sink into a pillow, at least for a minute. It's comfortable, no one is chastising him over what he did or didn't do, and Gabriel is here with him. Things could definitely be worse. ]
I'll let you do whatever you want if you keep that up. [ It's muffled into that pillow, but his words are probably clear enough. ]
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[It's said in a laugh, before Greg pulls him towards their bed and Gabriel helps him shed those last few pesky clothes. He should strip out of his own, but actually, it's so much nicer just to stop, for a moment, and watch Greg laid out like that, wings spread, every line of his back exposed, skin taut and beautiful in the low light of the room.
It is just a moment before Gabriel follows, but in that moment all his thoughts turn to how handsome Greg is, how perfectly made. There's no direct divinity in his creation, but there should be. There's something unbelievably beautiful about Greg, not just in his looks, but something in his soul that sings out. Even the tension and the bitter taste of the day can't hide it. He could look at it forever, but it feels already too long since he was pressed up close, and so he pulls off the rest of his clothes and climbs up onto the bed, straddling across Greg's thighs and ass.
He doesn't squirm, doesn't grind himself down, because that will just make all those muscles tighten even more, and Gabriel doesn't want that. His hands trail up the path of Greg's spine, thumbs gently tracing contours of muscle and the joints of Greg's gorgeous wings, before he leans forwards and presses a line of kisses up between his shoulder blades before murmuring something close to Greg's ear]
Don't fall asleep, 'kay?
[And with that, the tips of Gabriel's fingers press in, over the tension in those gorgeous shoulders, working the stresses and stains out in careful circles. He could just will it all away, of course, but that sudden relief doesn't actually do much good when a body is as tired and tense as Greg's, it needs a slow, focused touch, and only the very gentlest touch of Grace. Gabriel knows what he's doing, he can take his time.
Besides, he really feels like he's helping. Yeah, he knows he's there for Greg to talk to, he knows he's a great distraction from whatever rubbish is happening in LHPD, but that doesn't often feel like real help. This? Somehow it does. Besides, like this he can broach a subject that's been on his mind a while.]
I was thinking, when this is settled, maybe you should take some time off. Have a rest, just for a few days.
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Greg makes a muffled hum of agreement in response to the words murmured in his ear, and though it's distracted, he's not actually in danger of falling asleep. Not right now. There certainly have been evenings when this kind of attention would leave him relaxed, boneless, and prone to slipping into sleep, but he's not that physically tired right now. He might be mentally exhausted, but otherwise he's feeling very comfortable, but also attentive on where Gabriel's hands happen to be.
He's not even bothering to try to stifle the occasional pleased groan, or slight hiss of a sharply inhaled breath before letting it out in an appreciative sigh.
Gabriel gets through 'I was thinking' before Greg makes another noise, just to prove that he is listening. He recognises the tone of something that Gabriel might have been hesitant to bring up otherwise, and he's not wrong. Gabriel seems to try not to make suggestions regarding his work, under normal circumstances, but the idea of taking some time off has been hinted around before. He's never been outright against it, but so far he's never really found the right time to give it serious consideration. Maybe Gabriel's right, though. He hasn't taken more than two days off at a time since he started working here, aside from that week when he was a teenager.
It would be nice to be able to sleep in for a few days. Especially when he can get back into his house, which is supposed to be soon, he'll definitely have plenty to work on around the house and in the garden. ]
Mm. What about you?
[ Gabriel's been spending a lot of time at Silks, too. Not that Greg can judge. He was expecting the first few weeks to be somewhat time-intensive, while Gabriel made sure that everything was running smoothly. ]
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He's known ever since that disastrous party in Little Eden that there are certain points, little points like here and here which get so impossibly tense that Gabriel focuses his attention there for a moment, enjoying the way Greg groans, hisses and moves very slightly under Gabriel's hands. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't get an ego boost out of that. He really likes the fact he can have such an effect on Greg.
He lets his fingers knead those stops a little longer, before his hands trail down and into the feathers at the joints of Greg's wings, and work gently into them too. Greg is still tucking in his wings and hiding them away, how he doesn't get horrible cramp Gabriel doesn't know. But they need a little TLC too, and Greg does like to have them touched.]
I wasn't planning to let you go have fun without me.
[ The idea makes him chuckle softly, because this suggestion isnt just about Greg needing some time away from the office. It's about them, being about to enjoy some good solid time together without worrying about work and shifts and all the rest. Some time that is just about them, even if they can't do that whole romantic long weekend thing so many couples enjoy. Maybe they can spend it in Little Eden, although Gabriel's own ideas were a little different. ]
Maybe a long weekend at the seaside? Or I can take you to India, something like that. Really get away.
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He's not really thinking about any of that right now. Right now he's outright moaning at the attention to his wings, and it's far from innocent. His wings do get cramped, and today's been fairly bad for that. Gabriel's fingers ease all of that tension away, and the gentle ruffle of those feathers near his joints make faint shudders of pleasure rustle through his whole wing. He couldn't resist that reaction even if he wanted to.
It's difficult to focus on Gabriel's words in the midst of all that, but 'seaside' catches his attention enough to have him turning his head, glancing back toward Gabriel with a slightly confused but interested expression. ]
That would be lovely, actually, but how?
[ Neither of them have any way to get back to earth. He knows that Gabriel is capable of conjuring up some impressive things, like the reflection of his flat in London, at least for a little while, but he thought that anything like that would be far too expansive for Gabriel to maintain for long. It seems like trying would be excessively draining. So maybe he has something else in mind? ]
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He knew that seaside would work on Greg though. It was bound to. ]
Constantine has a thing... that lets you physically go back to memories.
[Which he's going to look into more before they use it. He wanted to understand it properly, make sure it's safe, before he goes near it seriously, but the idea and the possibility is too much to share.
Of course, if he was alive, he could keep an illusion like that going, for weeks and weeks, on a huge scale. He did it to Sam Winchester for a year, he kept both of the Winchester boys in a made up world for days and days and days. It's only difficult now because they watered down his powers.]
What do you think? A couple of days?
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The mention of John makes him flick his eyes up toward the ceiling briefly, though - 'Constantine has a thing' rarely works out well - but he's willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. At least as long as they're just talking about this in theory at the moment. It's not that he doesn't trust John not to let him have anything dangerous...
Well. Usually he wouldn't. Those thoughts take a detour when he considers the overall situation at the moment, and that makes him a bit more dubious than he would have been otherwise. Still, it sounds harmless enough, and it it does work, then it would definitely be easy for them to get away from all of this for a couple of days. He does miss the beach, maybe even more than London sometimes. ]
How did you find out about this?
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Greg is gorgeous, okay? And there's nothing wrong with fact that the sight of those muscles makes him feel a little squirmy all over again.
But he tries to focus, his eyes moving from muscle to Greg's face, and he sees the flicker of his eyes. He guessed that Greg would get stuck on this point, and he knows why. Magic stuff isn't for playing with, not when it's got the potential to backfire so dramatically. But then again, John knows what he's doing, Gabriel... trusts him, to a certain degree. Besides, he's going to test this thing before they try to use it. And if it works? If it seems safe? Then why not. It#s the only real way they are going to get to experience anything other than Hell together.
And as his hand drifts back into Greg's wings, this time to stroke the long, strong, soft feathers of his inner wing, not rubbing or massaging, just touching. ]
I told him you needed a holiday. That I wanted a vacation with you. And he suggested it, because there... aren't any other options.
[ Because Gabriel is stuck here. And that's only now becoming something he's not happy with. He wants to go places with Greg, and see things with him he's not seen for a long, long, long time, or things he's never seen before or things he wants to see in a new way. He can't do that if he's banished to Hell forever more. ]
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He doesn't mind the way Gabriel looks at him like that, either. He's never felt like an unattractive man, though the grey hair had been an adjustment, but he's not sure anyone's ever looked at him quite like this before. It probably doesn't hurt that he's ironically in much better shape lately than he was for the past couple of years while he was alive. It wasn't terrible, but his muscles have more definition now than they've had in years.
A vacation isn't a bad idea, though, even if they just took some time off from their respective jobs to spend some time around the house. Greg's house, especially, which will be nice to get back into. He's gotten used to it by now, but having a cool house to come back to at the end of the day is actually very nice. Even better when Gabriel is there waiting for him, either way. ]
If you want to look into it, that's fine. Otherwise I'm sure we can work something out.
[ In the meantime he's shifting slightly underneath Gabriel, letting his thumbs brush in light, teasing circles just over his hips. ]
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Besides, naked and in Greg's lap makes it impossible to actually hide the fact. Not that he wants to. All that stress seems to have melted away now, at least enough for Greg to be focusing on something else, like the series of searingly hot kisses across his jaw.
Even if they don't go anywhere, it might be good for Greg. The only problem is that he is too dedicated to his work. If something happens, he'll go in and help, even if he's meant to be off. But that's a discussion for later.
Much later, because right now the way Greg shifts beneath him makes him shiver expectantly, moving his hips just a little to rock himself against Greg, letting a hiss of breath leave his throat. ]
Can we work it out later, maybe? In about an hour?
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He makes a noise not unlike a groan when Gabriel rocks against him, as slight as it is, and his grip on Gabriel's hips tightens in response to pull him more insistently into that rhythm. As much as he does like to have Gabriel underneath him, watching him writhe, arch and rock himself against his cock like this is also very nice to see. Especially when he really starts to wind himself up until they both want more too much to resist any longer.
Greg's wings stretch toward him, sliding with a soft, smooth brush across his shoulders and curling around his back, not pulling him in as much as just touching. It's become a familiar, intimate gesture between them. ]
That sounds good to me.
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He rocks himself against Greg again, shivering as the soft edge of feathers ghosts over his shoulders. Between that and the caress of Greg's lips, he's already beginning to loose the ability to focus. All he wants is to make Greg feel good, to feel those wings against him and the hard length of Greg's cock against his thigh. Now that is something he'd really like to feel more of, but for the moment the slow build of friction is almost, almost good enough.
It's even better when he reaches down between them and curls his fingers into a loose fist around Greg, stroking lazily.]
This isn't an approved massage technique, but I think it might make you feel better.
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There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]
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The way Greg's hips buck and rock upwards into his hand make him grin, and while he would normal tease poor Greg a little longer with slow, careful strokes, he's also far too keen to increase the pace.
He shifts, just slightly, not far from the glorious press of wings against his back, but close enough so that his own hard cock throbs against his hand. Gabriel releases his grip, just for a moment, before his fist curls around both of them, stroking again. It's enough to make he hisses out a breath, a pleased noise as the strokes grow in confidence.
He would have leaned down, to catch Greg's mouth in a kiss, but he doesn't want to pull away from the gorgeous wings against him, and he has a slight suspicion Greg might like to see this. So he lets his fingers stroke faster over them, his cock throbbing against Greg's as his thumb travels over the wet head of his cock and then over's Greg's. He can't help the groan, or the way he arches back against the soft feathers. It feels fantastic, no one can blame him for wanting more.
He'd really like to make some sort of response to Greg's words, something funny, but as soon as his lips part all he manages is an eager little moan and the rock of his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]