Sam's just not into it, the whole 'sex' thing. Never has been, never will be. He will, however, kiss you in bed and lie down with you and sleep with you for hours, or at least, he'd like to with a few certain people. And maybe, after a while, they could do a few other things. But he's only sixteen at the moment, he can get to that later.
And never in his life has it bothered Sam, it was just a part of him. Until now. It bothers him.
Gabriel is loud and proud and out there. When he meets cute boys, he introduces himself as 'Gaybriel.' He'll flirt with anything that moves and can give consent. And he does. Constantly. And it makes Sam feel- weird. Because Gabriel makes the most sexual comments in the world, and some of them are directed at Sam. It's never bothered Sam. Until now.
He's never felt this way, all grin-y and goofy, and- well, in love. Until now.
It's Tuesday. Because of weird schedules, it's the only day he has lunch or class with his friend. They have first lunch and sit together on the benches outside. And then they have Seminar at the end of the day. 'Glorified study hall,' as Gabriel likes to call it.
"Hey, sexy. How are yah?" Gabriel questions, sitting down on the bench. Gabriel doesn't seem like the type of person to take up much space, but he does. He sits down on the bench and then swings his legs over Sam's lap. effectively controlling the whole bench.
"Thanks, Gabriel. Pretty good," Sam muttered, blush spreading across his face. He look down, focusing on Gabriel's feet. Sam bent over, careful not to displace Gabriel's feet. He managed to grab a book out of his satchel, beginning to read.
"God. You're annoying. Read faster. Then talk to me," Gabriel commanded, waving his fork around in the air as he talked. "Or, read faster. Then skip the rest of the day and come to my house and slam me against walls and violently screw me," he offered an alternative jokingly. Sam rolled his eyes and huffed. He pushed Gabriel's feet off of him.
"Yeah. No. Never going to happen," he mumbled. Gabriel frowned and readjusted himself, immediately throwing his legs back up onto Sam's lap.
"Agh. Harsh. I obviously need to try a new tactic for wooing you into bed with me," he declared, faking a hurt look. "What book are you reading at a sickeningly slow pace?" Gabriel questioned, leaning forward.
"Just because you're some sort of genius doesn't mean that everyone else is dumb. I'm gifted too, you know," Sam pointed out. He flashed the book cover to Gabriel before returning to reading.
"Nerd," Gabriel commented, grinning. It's a comic book collection, 'Runaways'. It was obviously read often, a well loved book. The dust cover was slightly beat up, because Sam's read it so many times. It was also bought second hand, since Dean couldn't afford to get him a new copy.
"Because you aren't?" Sam replied easily with a snort. "You play D&D. You run a campaign! You watch who-knows-how-many shows obsessively. You're a nerd if I'm a nerd, Gabriel." Gabriel shrugged and nodded.
"Talk to me, Sammy. Please," he begged, nudging Sam with his legs. "Don't ignore me," he continued to plead, as Sam rolled his eyes and held back a laugh. "I'm gonna talk about sex if you keep up with the ignoring," he threatened. Gabriel had noticed that Sam seemed to always get slightly flushed and flustered when Gabriel talked about sex things. But he always wrote it off to Sam just being a decent, easily embarrassed guy.
"I'll leave," Sam said. His tone was harsh, indicating that he meant it. He was a little fed up with Gabriel today, and the constant guilt gnawing at his mind relating to Gabriel wasn't helping any. Gabriel raised his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll shut up. Read your nerdy comic book. Hey, I'm gonna go to the theatre room. See yah later, handsome!" Gabriel told him, swinging his legs off Sam's lap, before pushing off the bench. Gabriel wasn't good at boundaries. But he could pick up on them sometimes, and Sam was clearly done with Gabriel. Gabriel was fine with that. He should probably go practice his lines for the play anyway.
Gabriel headed off with a wave to Sam, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he walked. He dumped his tray before entering the theatre, 'cause Chuck, the theatre teacher was real uptight about no food in the theatre. He hopped up on the stage, next to Kali, his costar, friend, and complete bitch of an ex. He gave her a grin, before laying down and resting his head in her lap. She sneered at him, face twisting in disgust.
"What do you want, Gabriel?"
"I don't think he likes me," Gabriel lamented, letting out an exaggerated groan.
"No one likes you, Gabriel," Kali added coldly, adjusting her script so she could still read over Gabriel's head. "But I'm going to assume that if I don't listen, you won't go away. So talk," she told him with a sigh.
"Sam Winchester. He's gorgeous. Sexy. Handsome. Beautiful. Glorious-,"
"Used to say that about me, till we found out we hate each other," she inturupted.
"Well, yeah. But he's not a bitchy drama queen, so I won't hate him. Anyway, he's wonderful. And he must not be into me. I practically tell him every damned time I see him. And he always pushes it off."
"You'll be fine. Maybe he's just clueless. Or he's a prude. Your flirting isn't exactly chaste," Kali pointed out.
"Yeah. Maybe. I hope so. Now," Gabriel got up, extending a hand to help Kali up, "let's practice."
Gabriel's never felt this way, so helpless. If he likes someone, he tells them. Or they figure it out on their own, 'cause Gabriel's flirting isn't exactly subtle in any way. And usually, they return the affection, at least for a short lived amount of time. But with Sam, it's- God, it's so different. He's always been able to do this so easily and get what he wants. Until now.