The Bucket List >> Sabriel ✔️

35: Do Something I Thought I Would Never Get To Do

As per request... I am innocent no longer. I have corrupted my own mind. Good luck with reading this, you absolute psychopaths😩

The group all looked around, terrified. Bits of debris and plane flew everywhere like flaming meteoroids in the sky above them. Sam was shouting, yelling for Gabe, but he stopped, choking on his own blood, in the middle of a wretched, desperate cry.

They watched...

They waited...

Silence.

Sam sobbed.

Then...

Gabe came stumbling out from behind the plane, Kevin slung over his shoulder. The group all cheered in relief, Charlie and Emma and Balthazar rushing over to hug them. Kevin was let down on the ground next to Sam, and he grinned woozily at him.

"You're... you're okay..." Sam croaked, beaming up at Gabe. Gabe laughed breathily, crouching down beside his moose boyfriend. He grabbed Sam's hands and squeezed them, blinking tears out of his eyes.

"Just hold on, Sammy. Help is coming."

Within an hour, a rescue squad had arrived and the group were sent back to their hospital, where everyone was treated for their injuries and Sam was placed in intensive care. Within a few weeks, he was back to normal, and the doctors let him go back to his and Gabe's old room.

Lucifer greeted him as he meandered past his room, "Ay Sammy, wassup bro?" Sam winked at him as he sauntered past and into his old room.

He looked around. "Gabe?"

Suddenly, he felt hands on him from behind, curling around his waist. Hot breath hit the skin on his neck, then hot lips, softly sucking on him. Sam moaned slightly, tilting his head sideways so that the mouth had more skin to suck on.

A tongue slid along his skin, and Sam's knees grew weak as his boyfriend licked at his sweet spot, tracing his tongue in circles over it. Gabe pushed Sam down on his bed.

"Clothes. Off." Gabe demanded, staring at Sam with an evil look in his eyes. Sam felt a rush pass through him and he kicked his shoes off, scooping off his socks. Gabe's hands landed on Sam's shirt, pulling it over his head, and Sam shimmied his skinny jeans down, Gabe's hands grabbing Sam's underwear and dragging it off as well.

Sam watched him as he crossed over to his desk. Gabe opened his top drawer and pulled out a long loop of rope, and Sam shuddered.

Gabe turned back to him, smirking. He pushed Sam down on the bed and grabbed one of his wrists, looping the rope around it and a bedpost. Gabe tightened it and knotted it, and Sam whimpered as he felt his fingers brushing over his restrained wrist. Gabe did the same to Sam's other one, and then he proceeded to tie his ankles.

"Do something!" Sam whimpered, thrusting his hips up slightly. Gabe was sitting there looking so damn hot, just a few inches away from where Sam needed him most, and he wasn't even doing anything! That smirk was doing things to him, Sam needed those lips on him right now.

"Oh, baby..." Gabe crawled slowly up Sam's body, his darkened eyes boring into him, his smirk growing wider and more malicious. "You want me to..." Gabe's lips brushed over Sam's, and Sam pursed his, trying to kiss him, but his boyfriend lifted his head away from his. "Snog you?" Sam whimpered again. "You want me to..." His lips moved against Sam's neck, gliding over his sweet spot. Sam moaned desperately, lifting his hips up to touch with his boyfriend's. Gabe's hips settled between Sam's legs, and he wrapped his legs as much as he could around Gabe, grinding desperately against him. "Bite you?" Sam gasped, his head thrown back as the trickster grinded, slow and hard, against his hips. "You want me to..." He moved down and down and down to where Sam wanted him to be... His tongue stuck out again and his mouth disappeared from Sam's view as he moved it below his crotch. Sam felt a huge lick up his dìck, and he let out a long, loud moan, fighting against his restraints subconsciously so as to grab Gabe and push his head down on him. "Suck you?"