Excerpt from my book, Melting Hearts, Sunburns and Tanlines. If you’d like to read more summer/vacation Sabriel fics like this (and see more of Sam in a wet-suit), I’ve left a link to the book at the end.
“Hey, Ricco,” Gabriel grabbed the attention of one of the waiters passing by, “who’s that?”
The waiter turned in the direction of his nod, “That right there is the Sam Winchester.”
“Sam…” Gabriel trailed off, a smile spreading across his face.
“Mhm, one of our best surf instructors.”
“Surf instructor,” the bruenette parroted, his gaze not leaving the hazel-eyed man, “does he wear that spandex to get better tips?”
Ricco laughed and shook his head, “That’s his wet suit. Anyone going out on a surf board has to wear one.”
“Interesting…” Gabriel trailed off, letting his eyes roam over the giant a few feet away.
Ricco noticed Gabriel’s eyes and perched his hand on his hip, “Don’t go getting your hopes up, Darlin’.”
“W-what,” Gabriel tore his eyes away from the tightly wrapped man, “why not?”
“Well, I’m not one to gossip,” Ricco began, putting the tray he was holding down, before perching on the edge of the lounge chair, “but I heard Lola telling Diamond that he’s off the market.”
“R-really?” Gabriel folded his arms over his chest and pouted.
“’Fraid so,” Ricco turned to give the instructor a once over himself, clicking his tongue, “such a shame.”
“Sorry, Hun,” Ricco gave a sympathetic smile before sashaying away.
Gabriel sat and watched the Greek God bend over to place the surf board in the water, and frowned when he noticed about half the class check him out.
“Oh, my god,” Gabriel breathed as Sam laid down across the board and began wading out into the ocean.
How am I supposed to concentrate on my vacation when that is ten feet away?
“Hi everyone, my name’s Sam,” Sam started his speech, giving the small crowd a big smile, “and I’ll be your surf instructor for the next few weeks,” why do I never get any guy students?, “now, I’m sure some of you might be nervous, and I want you to know,” as he was talking, he noticed a guy on one of the lounge chairs starring at him, “t-that’s totally normal,” he shook his head and brought his attention back to his students, “I don’t want you to worry though, you won’t be learning anything more than some basics. These classes are just so you guys have something to brag about when you go back home.”
He internally groaned as every girl standing in front of him burst out laughing at the terrible joke.
If you could even call it a joke.
Sam glanced back over to the chair and felt a twitch in his suit as the guy was now most definitely undressing him with his eyes while he spoke to one of the waiters.
I told Steve these suits were too tight, He made a mental note to bring it up at the next meeting, as he moved his hands to hide the bulge, at least the guy’s not that bad looking…
“Um, e-excuse me?”
The voice pulled Sam’s thoughts back to the group in front of him, “Y-yes?”
A petite blonde had her hand half raised and her cheeks were burning up, “Is surfing safe?”
Sam looked across all the nervous faces in front of him before clearing his throat, “I personally guarantee that surfing is just as safe as any other sport.”
“But what about sharks,” a bruenette piped up.
Sam chuckled and shook his head, “Despite what you may have seen online, I’m not going to be taking you guys anywhere near shark infested waters. After all,” he winked and gave a sly smile, “you are just beginners.”
He watched as the man on the chair crossed his arms and frowned, still starring at him.
“Now,” Sam clapped his hands once, startling his students, “how about we get you guys in the water?”
He turned around and rolled his eyes at the gasps he heard when he bent over, placing his board in the water before paddling himself out a little. Sam failed at keeping his thoughts off the man on the chair as he paddled out. He’s probably just a tourist who’s never seen surfing in person before. Yeah, he wasn’t starring at you, he was just curious. But then why was he frowning? He shook his head, wanting to dispel the thoughts so he could focus as he stopped paddling and sat up, turning himself around so he could see his students, who were still standing along the water’s edge.
“See,” He kicked up some water with his feet and smiled, “no sharks.”
The girls shared a nervous chuckle before one of them finally placed her board in the water and started out. The others watched her for a couple minutes before following suite. As they were catching up, Sam straightened up and found his gaze drifting back to the lounge chair, feeling slightly disappointed when he found it empty.
Gabriel paced the length of his hotel room, thinking of ways he could get to know this Sam Winchester. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t available, he still needed to get closer to him. Talk to him, have him smile at him, oh God that smile, just the thought of what he would smell like coming back to shore after surfing was enough to make Gabriel squirm.
Speaking of smells, he sniffed his armpit and almost gagged, I need a shower. He made his way to the bathroom and stripped, not that surprised to find himself hard. Damn Sam, he started the water, doesn’t even know I exist and he’s already got me raging. Gabriel got into the shower and sighed as the warm water hit his body. He stood there a while, letting his body relax under the cascade of water and found his hand move to his dick. Gabriel began to stroke it gently, unable to keep his mind off the bruenette and how good he would look kneeling in front of him. Yes, Sammy, Gabriel stroked his dick faster as he pictured the surfer licking him up from the base and swirling his tongue around his head.
“Aaahhh,” Gabriel came into his hand and fell forward, head resting against the cool tile of the shower, “damn.”
He stood there a few minutes, catching his breath before he dragged himself to stand back up so he could start washing his body, still tingling from the orgasm. Well, that does it, he smiled and turned off the water, grabbing his towel, tomorrow I learn how to surf.
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