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All blame goes to [livejournal.com profile] denazia  and [livejournal.com profile] ihasstopwatch 

Title: After Hours
Pairing: Sam Wesson/Janitor!Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 980
Warnings/Notes:  (Unbeta'ed) Brief language, blow job, 'It's a Terrible Life' AU
Summary/Prompt: Sam W. stays late at work on purpose just so he can see Gabriel!Janitor.


Gif not mine. Shamelessly used as inspiration


 

It was only when the lights of Sandover flickered and dimmed that Sam was able to breathe a sigh of relief, stretching out in his too-small cubicle, and stood.

He hated his job, sitting stifled and cramped, listening to people day in and day out. People who never thought first, and took the easy way out- expecting others to solve their problems. Yeah, it was overanalyzing the situation, making it deeper than it actually was, and it had its perks.

For now, he waited for this time of night, when the harried employees shuffled out with quick and eager goodbyes, home to their wives, families, boyfriends or video games. Nobody questioned him for staying late; not even Mr. Smith himself, who was often the last out, and would give Sam a look something akin to distant approval, like Sam was staying late to work.

No, Sam had no family to go home to. He was in his prime, good looking, and waiting for the sound of squeaking wheels from a mop bucket to echo through the empty halls.

It was pretty pathetic.

“Your dedication to work is impressive,” a voice behind him commented. “Really sad, and totally unrealistic. So yeah, maybe not so impressive.”

Sam turned on his heel, breath catching. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard the sound he was waiting for, and now the nighttime janitor was staring at him, chin propped thoughtfully on the hands curled over the top of the mop handle, as if he’d always been there. He was short- well, everyone was short to Sam, but the guy might even be shorter than Mr. Smith- with hair that looked like he spent his days sweeping his hand through it, an easy going smile, and eyes that seemed to shift from amber to burnished gold.

Not that Sam paid attention or anything.

“Y-Yeah,” Sam forced out, cursing the startled stammer. “Uh, I was just…closing out. Last minute customer…I’ll get out of your hair. Let you do your..um..”

“Mopping?” The man offered. “Oh, yeah, by all means. Hurry up so I can sweep up after you mooks, and make everything all tidy before Mr. Dean Smith comes in any more constipated than usual.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, because the boss did need to lighten up a little, and the janitor’s answering grin warmed something in Sam’s chest. Clearing his throat, he gathered his things, breaking eye contact.

“You goin’?” Sam should really get the name of the guy he’s been staying after work to see. His co-workers jokingly called him The Trickster because of his habit of messing with annoying employees or high end clients. A door handle that breaks from the inside here, ‘accidentally’ forgetting to put up a ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign there…

“I’m going,” Sam nodded. “I have to get back to, uh. I have this…thing.”

“This thing, huh?” the janitor echoed with an amused grin that seemed to reach his eyes.  “Can’t bullshit a bullshitter, kiddo. “ For some reason, the ‘endearment’ sent chills racing up his spine. Something he should be offended by caused his breathing to stutter, eyes widening as the other man abandoned his mop and came closer, eyes flashing that surreal gold.

“Have..” Sam swallowed.  “Have we..met before? I could swear we…”

“And that’s your pickup line? ‘Have we met before?’ Lame,” the janitor shook his head. “You can do better than that.”

“I…what?”

“Come on,” the janitor looked almost…impatient. “Lets see what the techno-geek is packing in those khakis.”

“Wait..hold on!” Sam protested. “Are you insane? Are you actually…now? Us? In the office? You don’t even know me.”

“Carpe diem, Sam.” And there were hands at his belt, curious, surprisingly light, teasing. Sam broke, yanking the man into a bruising kiss, frantically seeking an outlet from monotony and loneliness in a man who was technically a stranger, absorbing the heat and too-sweet taste of his mouth. Chocolate. Reeses Cups from the vending machine.  He let unfamiliar hands touch and coax, felt his pants drop.

“Oh, God,” Sam moaned. “I work here…never going to be able to…” any coherent thought flew out the window when his computer and telephone were suddenly swept off the desk, somewhat overdramatically, and he was manhandled onto the counter. Sam’s gaze shifted down, and the janitor was kneeling, looking up at him with dark, expectant eyes. “Oh, God, you’re going to…here…now..why…my desk…?”

“I’m not God,” the other man said. “Not even close.” His mouth closed mercilessly around Sam’s erection, and Sam nearly lost it right there.

He was a damn good employee. He did his job, he was well-liked by his co-workers. He was never too early, never too late, and the customers never had a bad thing to say about him.

But now…it was the witching hour. He’s on his desk, pants and underwear bunched around his ankles with the nighttime janitor of Sandover sucking him off, and sounding like he was enjoying it. His computer and telephone were distant memories on the floor. He could hear his own moans….and was he really that loud? That needy?

“Whoa,” the janitor murmured, sending electric thrills through Sam’s cock. “Easy there, big boy. Feel like you’re gonna lose it any minute now.”

“Damnit!” Sam swore. “I can’t…I can’t…”

And the man between his legs just groaned, low and pleased, and Sam lost it, digging a hand into the silk-soft brown hair, coming hard and fast into that too clever mouth.

“Oh..shit..i’m sorry..” Sam rambled. “I’m sorry, I totally…”

“It’s cool,” the man said, like it was the most normal thing to blow a stranger, swallow it, and shrug it off. Even more normal to slide up Sam’s body, and kiss him square on the mouth.

Sam panted, heavily, eyes closing. “I..never..got your name..though.”

And the janitor began to laugh, openly. “Gabriel,” he said. “They call me Gabriel.”

 

 

 

 

Date: 2011-03-09 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ratherastory.livejournal.com
Woohoohoo!

\o/

Good times at Sandover!

Although, really Sam? Mr. Smith isn't that short, and Gabriel is TINY. The perfect height for blowjobs, as it happens. ;)

Date: 2011-03-09 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Size matters, you know. He had to make sure he was bigger than...nevermind.

Date: 2011-03-09 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ihasstopwatch.livejournal.com
If this is what happens when I show off random pairing-related gifs from Tumblr, remind me to do it more often, because this was wonderful. Oh to be the person who happened to be checking over the security cameras that night... ;)

Date: 2011-03-09 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
I had *things* to do today, you know. I know you know. i was lamenting over it. I even cut out an entire epilogue, GDI.

Mm. CSI!Sam/Cop!Trickster.

Oh my god. NO.

Date: 2011-03-09 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ihasstopwatch.livejournal.com
O_O Do it. Doooo iiiiit. *cough* I mean, what? Yes, yes, of course. Very important things to be done.

Date: 2011-03-09 05:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh shit. Entire world has opened up.

Sam/Dr.Sexybriel

Sampala/Gabriel

Changing Channels alone is one big AU shipfest, innit?

Date: 2011-03-09 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ihasstopwatch.livejournal.com
It really is. Though for a second, I was thinking "How the hell do you have sex with a car? O_o" *facepalm*

Date: 2011-03-09 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Because Sampala comes complete with nerve-sensitive gearshift. And by shift i mean stick. and by stick i mean car!peen

Date: 2011-03-09 05:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ihasstopwatch.livejournal.com
That scene with Dean driving the Sampala will never be the same. XD

Date: 2011-03-09 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
"Sammy? Sam, god damnit, why are my baby's seats sticky?"

Date: 2011-03-09 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] syzygyone.livejournal.com
*See Icon*

Date: 2011-03-09 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
I see your icon, and raise you a hoorah!

Date: 2011-03-09 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.

I don't know why but yeah. This makes me happy. I'm like cheering for Gabriel. You go boy. Seduce that sexy IT dude.

Mmmnmmnmm. Gabriel's mouth = all seven deadly sins. God. Love it.

you're the best for linking me to this.

you're the best for WRITING this.

Now I wanna write one-night-stands...

*loves on you*

Date: 2011-03-09 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Yeah, i know. I'm a whore.

Seven Deadly Sins indeed.

Date: 2011-03-09 05:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] morganoconner.livejournal.com
My life feels complete in a way it never had before.

XD

So many levels of awesome!!

Date: 2011-03-09 05:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Thank you, darling <3

Date: 2011-03-09 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] denazia.livejournal.com
They called him the Trickster! I have so much love for that line. And Sam's phone and computer being swept, overdramtically, to the floor had me LOLing. Sam babbling through their entire encounter, including the blowjob? Priceless.

Thank you for that last line, too. It just made the whole thing all the better. How did we not see this pairing before? I can totally die happy now :D

Date: 2011-03-09 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
If you die, then you're leaving the burden of obscure pairings with the same characters to [livejournal.com profile] ihasstopwatch

So glad you enjoyed, and stuck with me when the boys refused pornage

Date: 2011-03-09 08:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
This is the best. YOU are the best. *draws hearts all over fic*

Date: 2011-03-09 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
hee. thank youuu!

Date: 2011-03-09 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadougal.livejournal.com
Woooo! I adore Sam here.
Edited Date: 2011-03-09 09:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-03-09 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
thanks so much. Sam is my #1 hardest SPN character to write, so i'm all happy now

Date: 2011-03-10 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stellamaris99.livejournal.com
This is adorable!

Date: 2011-05-10 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jabber-moose.livejournal.com
Gah, i didn't even know you commented. Sorry..thank you!

Date: 2011-05-10 06:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] cageyklio.livejournal.com
Holy crap, I never imagined this pairing. Perfect!

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