Tags: Criminal Gabriel, rebel Sam Winchester, Criminal behavior, flirting, age difference, mockery of victorian values, late 1890s Europe, shameless smut, smut, anal sex, oral sex, anal fingering, hair pulling, kissing, bottom Sam Winchester, Top Gabriel, smoking, unprotected sex
Author Notes: Look what I finished! The muse and my history major self has been really taken with this idea this week so here is part two of my 1890s Sabriel jailbreak story. I hope you enjoy some smut, the mockery of victorian values, and petty crimes.
Summary: Gabriel and Sam arrive in Paris to see the completed Tower and the lights.
Read, A Con Artist Does Not a Murderer Make: Chapter 2, Rated Explicit, in full below or on my Ao3.
Chapter 2
"I can't believe that worked," Sam said the moment his foot crossed the threshold of their shared hotel room.
Gabriel chuckled, closing the door behind them and twirling his bowler off his head. "It works every time, Samalot." His eyes roamed the lavish room, his tired smile widening.
"I've never been on a passenger train like that," the brunette said as he took in the room, shrugging off his sack coat and putting it over one of the two armchairs in the room. "Or ran so fast in flats." His head turned from the older man to the sight of the illuminated darkness outside of the window beside the small sitting area, his dimples shining among his full cheeks.
Gabriel didn't take his eyes off Sam's youthful smile and awestruck gaze as he threw his coat over the other chair. "It's not hard to forge papers and Johnny Stewart was very tired of train hopping," he hummed, sliding into the armchair across from the brunette and removing his shoes.
Sam's head tilted down as he nodded, his smile unfading. "Sleeping on crates was starting to hurt my back," he admitted, his head turning away from the window when Gabriel groaned and wiggled his toes once they were freed from his shoes and stockings.
He nodded, releasing a hum of agreement, he was getting too old for train hopping, stealing clothes, running from conductors, and immediately lying his way into one of the most illustrious hotels in Paris. "I hate rich people's clothes," he groaned curling and uncurling his toes. "How do they tolerate being so stiff all the time? Walking around. Let alone ride a bicycle?!" Tired light brown eyes closed as Gabriel tugged on the loose fabric around his neck, freeing it from his lapels with a sigh.
Sam smiled walking towards him, bending onto his knees between the older man's spread and sprawled-out legs. "My poor old deviant," he teased, his smile affectionate as his fingers wrapped around a barefoot and rubbed it slowly.
"Who are you callin' old, sweetheart?" He grumbled, opening an eye to glare down at the younger man. "Mmm," Gabriel sank further into the high-backed winged chair with a groan and closed his glaring eye when Sam's large hands dug into his sore arch. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."
The brunette slid closer, his fingers still moving. "Oh, I'm for foot rubbing, huh?" He questioned, his hands working up the blonde's calves. "That's the only reason you keep me around?"
A grin weaved its way over the older man's lips. "Can't remember any of them at the moment, darling." He grinned as hands moved higher over his trousers, his length twitching beneath them at the caress. "Feel free to remind me, though."
Sam sniggered, leaning closer, his fingers going to the older man's thighs. His eyes roved over the unbuttoned waistcoat and half-open undershirt. The brunette leaned up on his knees, fingers dancing over Gabriel's abdomen and avoiding the slowly growing tent in the dark slacks to push his shirt and waistcoat from him. The taller man bent over him, kissing Gabriel's neck and nosing over his clavicle. The slouched man groaned, tilting his head as Sam's mouth dragged up his neck.
"Sinful," Gabriel mumbled, a short whine leaving his lips before he could bite it back when the brunette licked a swirling line from the curve of his neck to his ear. "Any more of that and I won't remember anything, youthful tempter."
Sam chuckled, sucking the lobe between his teeth before releasing it with a smile when the other let out a soft hum of arousal. "I think it had something to do with a key… and my dimples," he whispered into his ear, his hands pausing when his fingertips brushed over the other's bare nipples, his undershirts unbuttoned and shrugged off to bare the dark hair smattering Gabriel's chest. "And I believe you promised to pay me handsomely," Sam added in a hush against the arching man's ear.
"Paris don't count?" The older man asked indignantly, his head craning back against the chair while leaning to the exploring hands. "Or last night?" He questioned, his hips rutting up into the empty heated air between them.
Sam rolled his eyes, leaning back on his hunches and away from the older man to take off his own shoes and gaiters with a huff. "You can't tell me quiet sex in a sleeping bunk wasn't more for you than me. You enjoyed that as much as I did," he said looking over at the man that had him biting his lips bloody just last night, his smile still clinging to his lips as he sat on the floor in front of the older man.
Over the course of the last two weeks, Gabriel had taken him more than the brunette had ever dreamed anyone would. They had hopped a train within his hometown, and Gabriel had conned their way out of the German Empire before the shorter man had led Sam on a train-hopping journey through France. Dean had been right; he was normally smarter than this, but the temptation of all the dubious illicit activities the shorter man participated and profited on drew the brunette in like a moth to a flame.
Sam couldn't resist the sound of Gabriel's laughter or the alluring conversations they kept ranging from the art of stealing to the growing changes in society and the labor industry. He had known that Gabriel was conning him, seducing him for his freedom but that hadn't changed how intelligent and attempting Gabriel and his lifestyle were. The younger man had loved every step of the other's life. Sam loved the private parties the older man dragged him to and even conning the businessmen out of their fortunes earned by filling their workhouses, which the blonde said were filled with fools and the ill-informed masses, delighted the Winchester.
The brunette sat up on his hunches once his feet were free from the shoes that Gabriel had bought him on their last stop. He stood watching as the older man opened his eyes to watch him remove his undershirt and waistcoat before pulling off his undermost shirt, leaning forward as he did and kissing Gabriel's pouting lips lightly. He smiled against them, not stopping until the other was moaning and smiling in return.
"Why don't you come and show me you're not old?" He posed with a smile pulling back as Gabriel leaned forward, chasing his lips and sitting up in the chair.
The blonde smiled lazily, looking over the other's bare chest and tented trousers. "And how dubious I truly am?" He teased loving the rumbling laugh he pulled from Sam's chest as the younger man pulled back the feather-stuffed duvet and stepped out of his pants and drawers.
"You better," Sam teased, leaning back on the large bed, stretching out over the soft sheets, bare before the blonde.
Sam's chocolate hair fanned out on the cream-colored pillows, as Gabriel pulled himself from his chair, stalking closer to their bed with a predatory grin. He bent forward, climbing over him and settling between his spread thighs, running his fingers down the hard planes of Sam's chest. The brunette released a hum, chest arching to the feather-light touches that danced over his hardening nipples. Gabriel's lips were pulled into a sinful smile, dragging his hands lower over the muscular thighs and pushing Sam's legs up. He moaned, licking over his bottom lip, his eyes taking in Sam's loosened puker. Kaleidoscope-colored eyes, heat filling his cheeks in embarrassment filling him no matter how many times Gabriel stared at his most intimate parts without shame. The dirty blonde-haired man hummed down at him, his lips curved into a smug knowing grin.
"You are wonderous aren't you Sam?" he purred, before sucking his own fingers into his mouth.
Sam felt his cheeks redden at the sound of Gabriel's lips around the digits. His eyes opened just in time to watch the older man, pop his fingers from his lips. A shudder of anticipation ran down Sam's spine, watching as Gabriel slid lower. The other bent his head to Sam's long thick erection, his tip peaking through his foreskin. Sam licked over his bitten lips, rocking towards Gabriel's lips as his tongue swirled around his uncut shaft.
Long fingers clenched in the long hairs atop Gabriel's head, twisting in them as the tip of his tongue licked around his foreskin. His teeth bit into his healing lips, his cock twitching and hardening further under the teasing tongue. Gabriel chuckled against his swollen length, his fingers prodding at the brunette's used hole, still loose from last night. His right hand stroked the hard shaft moaning as he rubbed the spongy tip over his tongue. He closed his lips around the swollen head, suckling gently as he held firm to his shaft and pressed against his rim. Sam's hips rocked up, rutting to the warm mouth and teasing hands.
"Christ, Gabriel," Sam cursed, closing his eyes, unable to keep watching the older man's lurid display as he sank lower onto his hard length.
The shorter man moaned around him, taking the long shaft into his throat and burying his nose in the musky welcoming scent of Sam's groin. The brunette bit back a low guttural groan as Gabriel swallowed around him, burying two fingers knuckle deep into his tender rim. He moaned at the slight stretch against his walls, clenching around the spit-slicked fingers the other had hurriedly pressed into him. Sam's hands gripped tighter to his locks, grinding into the thrusting fingers and the long warm drags of Gabriel's mouth and throat around him. His head rolled to the side, licking over his lips, as he moved with him.
"Gabe…" he said around a bitten-off moan leaking into Gabriel's flattened tongue feeling his balls tighten in warning.
The other groaned, pulling back from the salty taste of his lover with a grin. "Gotta pay you back, Samheart." He explained, kissing his cock head before moving up his body, his fingers spreading inside of his clenching canal. "Or don't you wanna have the time of your life?"
The brunette let out a groan pulling the other up and kissing him soundly, his hands still tangled in his hair. Gabriel released a moan at the harsh pull, bending the other further as he moved his hand faster, returning the heated kiss with a skilled tongue. When they broke for air Gabriel was quick to shift between the younger man's spread thighs. He gripped tight behind his knees, bending him and lifting his hips more before pressing his tip against Sam's welcoming entrance.
A huff of air left them both as Gabriel sank his thick member deeper into Sam's clenching hole. The brunette's hands clenched around Gabriel's shoulders, urging him to move.
"God, don't stop now," he begged, his voice low and strained when his hips rutted against his bare spread cheeks.
The blonde moaned, pulling halfway out of him before sliding home once more. "Wasn't planning on it, Sammy," he said in a hushed groan, his hips starting a slow building pace.
Sam's eyes roved the blonde above him, his bent legs squeezing around the gyrating hips as the man moved faster. His teeth dug into his lip as his hands gripped Gabriel and the soft sheets beneath him. His eyes rolled with the pleasure that spiked up his spine when the blonde drilled into his prostate, his thrusts quickening.
Gabriel smiled watching as Sam moved with him, his mouth moving to kiss and suckle on the sweated skin. "Glorious man," he moaned into the heated flesh that writhed under him, fucking harder into the perfect heat around him.
Sam's hand rose, tangling in the dirty blonde locks. "Gabriel more… please," his voice strained and laced with groans, leaning towards the mouth that sucked bruises onto his chest.
Gabriel didn't waste any time, Sam moving in sync with his near-desperate thrusts, and reaching between them. Sam moaned when a skilled hand gripped him, stroking his aching shaft in time with Gabriel's breathtaking well-aimed thrusts. His hips rutted to the firm grip, precum beading on his tip feeling his climax approach with a heated fury. Gabriel groaned, his eyes soaking in the younger man's orgasm stroking him faster as Sam clamped impossibly tight around him, drawing him over the edge quickly behind him.
The brunette shuddered as Gabriel stroked him through his orgasm spilling over himself as Gabriel's warmth filled him. He hummed, panting as Gabriel's hips stuttered to a standstill with a curse. Sam smiled, his chest heaving slightly under him as Gabriel caught his breath. The older man hummed and mumbled appreciations against heated skin, dragging his lips over the brunette’s clavicle. Sam smiled, soft laughter leaving his lips at Gabriel's praises and questions about his luck. He dragged his fingers through the other’s hair, righting the blonde locks, and down the planes of his back, whining slightly when the blonde's softened shaft slipped from him.
“How do I keep forgetting,” Gabriel groaned, his hands rubbing over Sam’s thighs and placing his legs back down on the bed. He grinned at Sam's satisfied and pleased smile, kissing over the sweaty skin. “That’s why I keep you around.”
“It's why I stay around.” Sam retorted, shoving at him with a grin. “I gave you a key and you promised me the best time in my life.”
“And have I not been meeting your expectations, sweetheart?” He asked, leaning closer to the brunette's face.
“Exceeding them,” he said in the whisper of space between their lips, Gabriel a breath away from his kiss-bitten lips.
The older man released a low pleased hum, pressing a slow lingering kiss against his lover’s lips, before sliding off to his side. The taller man shifted, chuckling when Gabriel blindly reached for his papers and tobacco in his crumbled trousers. Sam watched him, the blonde wiggling from the bed determined not to leave the soft mattress to retrieve his box. The brunette chuckled as Gabriel let out a huff of accomplishment before wiggling his way back onto the sheets, turning on his side for a better view.
The blonde could feel the younger man's judgemental and amused gaze. “Oh shut up, this bed is far too comfortable to leave, especially with you in it,” he huffed with a lazy glare over his shoulder before sitting back against the heavy headboard with his tin in hand.
“I said nothing, Gabe,” the other replied breezily with a smile that was too sweet, having enjoyed the view of Gabriel's writhing form.
Gabriel huffed a disbelieving sound as Sam propped himself up on his elbow. His hazel eyes watched the familiar movement of Gabriel’s nimble fingers as he rolled his cigarette before looking past the blonde. His gaze instead focused on the view outside of the window, not fully believing he had made it here. The older man glanced at his bedmate, a smile creeping over his lips as he looked between the window and Sam’s look of wonderment.
"You know… it's much nicer here that all the construction is completed," Gabriel said casually, dropping his box onto the nightstand before lighting his cigarette and putting his tinderbox with it. "It should be easy to lay low here for a while,” he paused taking an inhale before blowing out a huff of smoke as Sam curled against his side, head resting against his bare thigh. “Make enough money to go wherever we want to. We could make this a yearly stop, they have that convention around the corner.” He bit back an inhale, avoiding looking at the brunette even as his left hand combed through Sam’s disheveled locks. “There should be quite a bit of money to be acquired.”
The younger man’s brows pinched, his lips tugging into a smile. His eyes rolled up at the nude man, leaning to the fingers stretching against his scalp. “Are you offering to travel with me for a whole year?" The brunette questioned, eyes looking away from Gabriel’s performed casualness to the tall tower not far from their hotel.
The hand in his hair paused for a moment, blowing out another huff of smoke, as his lips turned down into a frown.
"Yes.” He glanced quickly down at the younger man, whose lips were pressed into a thin line as Sam stayed focused on the glowing lights beyond their window. He rolled his eyes away from him, following Sam’s distant gaze. “You lost your sponsor, didn't you? Cause of helpin' me?" He questioned, feeling Sam nod against his thigh. Gabriel frowned despite enjoying the teasing tingle of long locks on his bare skin. "Well, we could keep on. Maybe find a way for you into a different guild…if you’d still want to study."
The younger man was quiet at the offer, surprised at Gabriel's want for him to keep him. Despite his want to stay and remain as they were, he imagined the man had options and perhaps one more entertaining than himself. However, at the awkwardly vulnerable offer from the older man, Sam questioned just how long he would be willing to keep him.
“Maybe. Someday," Sam replied slowly just as the older man felt like he couldn't handle the lack of response any longer. "I enjoy your company, Gabriel. I’m glad that I left and left with you. That I helped you, I don’t regret it,” Sam added as he turned onto his back and looked up at Gabriel as the older man smoked and continued to avoid his direct gaze. “Do you enjoy mine? Other than my foot rubs, acts, and being able to speak more than two languages?”
Gabriel coughed, smoke coming out of his nose at Sam's blunt and direct questions. A laugh sputtered past his lips, a smile catching on them before he calmed himself. Gabriel twitched under the brunette’s searching stare, feeling his gaze, his hand sliding from the soft chocolate locks. The younger man’s brows were furrowed when Gabriel finally bent and looked at him.
“Yes, Sam," he said as if it pained him. His brown eyes were dancing in the dim light at Sam's precise words that forced a precise answer. "I enjoy our time together very much.”
Sam didn’t look away from him, watching the other for a long moment. "Was that very painful for you to say aloud?” His eyes roved Sam’s twisting lips, the brunette sitting up and plucking his cigarette from between his fingers. Sam smiled, taking a few drags, holding it just out of his lover's reach. “Did you harm yourself, Gabriel?” Sam questioned, tilting his head before returning the cigarette to Gabriel’s reaching hand.
“Yes, and you are responsible,” he paused, taking a long drag, leaning it away from Sam’s rolling eyes and long arms. "You’re going to have to kiss it better,” the blonde teased, putting out his cigarette as laughter peeled from the younger man. Gabriel shook his head, rolling his eyes at Sam's amusement, shoving at his shaking shoulder. "Brat."
His eyes followed the brunette, chuckling as the taller man slid from their shared bed and to the filled washbowl on the cart nearest the bed. He didn't look away as Sam cleaned the drying mess from his stomach, thighs, and between his tender cheeks.
Gabriel turned onto his side to face him, taking in the view of his cum leaking from Sam’s red rim. The younger man shook his head at the older man’s obvious leering. Slowly Gabriel's eyes made their way up Sam’s frame and sighed pondering not for the first time his luck at being thrown into the Winchester’s jail and finding Sam.
"You knew didn't you?" Gabriel asked, looking over Sam as the other dipped his hands into the water and washed his sweaty brow. The blonde watched him, frowning as he recounted their interactions, raising a brow when Sam looked at him over his shoulder, wondering where he was going. "You knew that I was playing you. You knew the whole time that I wanted you to want me so you would get me out of your Daddy's jail."
Sam dried his face, a laugh rumbling past his lips. “Are you doubting that you truly seduced me, your skill?” He questioned, tossing the dirty rag away before wetting another for his lover. “Feeling self-conscious?”
“No,” Gabriel shrugged, feigning disinterest, catching the towel Sam threw at him as he turned around. He stalled, turning onto his back and cleaning himself of the dried cum that stained his skin and pubic hair. “I’m doubting whether a knowledgeable lad like yourself didn’t know what I was trying to do. I’ve seen the way you play poker, darling.” He turned, pointing a finger at the taller man and tossing the rag towards its bin. “It's criminal.”
Sam’s head bowed, combing a hand back through his locks. "Yeah,” he walked around the room, finger’s finding a bottle of wine and stroking over its neck. “I may have known for a while," he admitted, gripping the neck and collecting two of the glasses beside it on the tray. He turned looking over Gabriel's imploring expression as he walked back to the bed. “I figured out you hadn’t done it and I…”
Sam glared at the bottle's label, his speech stolen for a moment, rejoining him on the mattress. The blonde was silent as he moved the duvet over their touching legs pressing his side alongside his. He smiled softly, fingers fumbling with the stem of his glass and the silken fabric of the duvet.
“It wasn’t fair," he said finally, "but I didn’t think you would offer for me to join you. I figured it was just an act until then.”
“So you let me play you?”
“You were funny, cute, and sweet.”
Gabriel huffed a laugh as Sam poured and handed him a glass. “Cute and sweet. Way to hurt a man’s feelings.”
“Be quiet,” Sam laughed, sitting beside him and taking a long sip of the complimentary wine. “Honestly though I don’t get how that has ever worked for you. Has that ever worked?"
"It has worked before and to be fair, it worked this time. You did give me a key, sweetheart," Gabriel defended. “Whether you were bewitched by my airs or not, I am once more a freeman, Sam.”
"Smug does not suit you," he grumbled, huffing a laugh into his glass. He shook his head, turning slightly towards Gabriel against the headboard. "Honestly, how would that have worked? What did you picture? That I would run to my father, begging him to let the hunk in cell five go?"
The blonde smirked at the idea, looking at Sam from the corner of his eye. “Something like that.”
“You’re absurd.”
“And dubious. Don’t forget dubious,” Gabriel reminded, leaning back and watching the brunette beside him. “You didn’t answer… about sticking around now that you have new papers, new name. You don’t have to stay, Sam. I can find you somewhere to do whatever you want.”
A shrug shifted over the other’s shoulders, eyes fixed on the expensive wine that Sam found he enjoyed as much as the soft bedding. He sighed looking towards the man that, by all rights, was more than hedonistic and dangerous.
“When I said I would come, I accepted because I realized that all I wanted was to leave. I don’t think I really wanted to join my grandfather’s guild nor find work in the factories. I just did not want to stay and become one of the foolish masses that slave themselves away and forbid leisure as if it is the same as killing a man.” The brunette paused, his gaze roving over the man who had echoed his sentiments and pushed them. “And I realized that if you meant half of the things you said while you were plotting your escape, then I didn’t want to let you go.”
Gabriel watched him silently, his brows pinched as he considered Sam’s words and the loneliness the younger man had found within his father’s home after the war. He shifted closer, pressing his leg fully against Sam’s longer one.
“I meant a bit more than half of it.”
The younger man smiled, sipping on his wine and leaning against Gabriel’s side, kissing his cheek at the mumbled words spoken into the blonde’s glass.
“I figured,” Sam said, turning the other’s head and kissing his lips softly. “Of course, we can come back here next year.”