“Weird dreams?” he asked even though he would have been perfectly happy to just lie there in silence next to him. Just having him there made all the difference to Michael. “You mean weird dreams like everyone on the net talks about?” he had seen people going on about them but he had assumed that was just something that people did here, discuss their dreams and the like. California was supposed to be like a whole other country, if one listened to what was said about it in Kansas so as far as he was concerned it could just be a ‘thing’. “My dreams tend to be psychedelic anyway, so you’re going to have to be more specific when you say weird.”
“You’ll know,” was all Samandriel could say about that. “There’s a difference between regular dreaming and what these are. You’ll dream. Like I did. Like Dean and Castiel still do.” He sighed. “It happens to too many people. You close your eyes and it’s a whole other life. You’ll know.” And maybe when he did, his brother really wouldn’t want him any more. Samandriel would gladly hand over his sword and be done with it if he hadn’t already given it to Lucifer for safe keeping. “You should shut me up, I think.”
“I don’t know,” he smiled a little at that. “I enjoy listening to you talk. Your voice is blue.” Perhaps he hadn’t explained his chromesthesia in much detail but it wasn’t restricted to music, it also extended to voices and other sounds. Blue was his favorite. It was peaceful, soothing, it calmed him almost as well as some of his medications. Samandriel’s voice, like the voices of the announcers on classical music radio, was a stunning shade of calming blue. But he did essentially ask Michael to kiss him again and he found he could never refuse that request. Tilting his head down he pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering a little simply because he could. “You’re adorable when you ramble.”
“Is it?” Samandriel asked, smiling against those lips. He hadn’t ever thought of his voice as anything remarkable. It was his voice. He’d had it all his life. But blue was definitely an acceptable shade for his voice to be, and perhaps explained a lot even when it came to people who couldn’t see the things that Michael could. He stroked his fingers against Michael’s jaw, his neck, wanting to linger close even though it might be a while yet before the man was ready for round two. “Why do I get the feeling that you’d tell me I’m adorable no matter what I was doing?” he teased. He grazed his teeth against Michael’s lower lip, playfully intimate.
“Mmhmm, blue is my favorite color.” he added, pleased that Samandriel seemed to understand. Not many did. It made his recovery and his attempts to socialize often difficult. When he would share about his perspective and how things appeared to him he would often get odd looks or be told he was crazy or wrong. It was why he had kept to himself so much before coming to California. He kissed and nipped back at those lips that were teasing him, finding it all too easy to grin into them. “Oh I wouldn’t say that, but you are quite adorable most of the time.”
“Careful, wouldn’t want to think you’d ended up with a new favorite angel,” he murmured teasingly. He liked Michael smiling like this. It almost felt like everything would be alright. They’d all be fine and find a way to be happy in their lives here. It was like somehow he might be able to truly devote himself in his way to the angels above him whom he loved. He drank in Michael’s kisses, basked in whatever play they were managing now. “Just so long as you’re not calling me adorable while I’ve got your cock in my throat and my nose against your stomach.” There were benefits to breathing being entirely optional. Better blowjobs was just one of them.
Both of Michael’s dark eyebrows shot up at that mental image. Surprise, surprise, the angel of imagination and fertility could paint quite the evocative, erotic image. It might have knocked him off his stride for a moment or two but he was quick to come back with a little devious smile. “You’re actually at your most adorable like that. Something about how confident you look that your little plans have come together. Or maybe how your eyes shine, or how you’re clearly enjoying the effect you have on me. All of it is very adorable.”