It's Saturday night, the night he's been dreading and yet looking forward to all week. Sam just spent twenty minutes in the passenger seat of Gabriel's Stingray on their way to Zachariah's house, which will be empty until Monday night. Sam doesn't know what to expect from this weekend. He knows Gabe is interested, and he knows he's interested in Gabriel. But his problem is what if he's not a good boyfriend? Jess never seemed to think so.
Then again, it's a Winchester trait to have extremely low self-esteem, so he steels himself as they pull up to the house-fucking mansion, Sam swears-and decides to let this weekend unfold how it may and move from there. He grabs his bag and follows Gabe inside.
It's bigger inside than he thought it would be, with high ceilings and expensive looking paintings covering the walls. Everything looks like it would take Sam's entire life to pay off and he can't understand how Gabe can live here.
"The den's this way!" Gabe leads Sam down a hall and into the basement, which sends Sam on high alert.
They get into the den and Sam's jaw drops. It's decked out with everything he could every want. In one corner there is a small, usable kitchen. In another is a plasma screen television surrounded by white leather couches. The next has what looks like the most comfortable futon Sam's ever seen.
"Do you live down here?"
"Most of the time, yeah." Gabe shrugs, like it's not that big of a deal.
Sam tosses his overnight bag onto the futon before walking over to the game area, looking over everything Gabe has.
"I've got everything new, and quite a few older games." And he's not kidding; Call of Duty, Resident Evil Revalations, Bio Shock Infinite, and any other game he can think of.
"Want anything?"
"Yeah, coke?"
"Here." Sam stands up and turns just in time to catch the soda Gabe had tossed at his head.
"Watch it!" Sam is smiling though, so Gabe knows he's forgiven.
"So, we really going to play C.o.D. with Dean and Cas?"
"Of course. It's tradition."
Sam doesn't say that it's a kind of rite of passage for any potential boyfriends. Sam sets up the Xbox and signs into his live account before setting up the Call of Duty game and making Gabe join. They both put on their head sets and wait for Dean and Cas to join.
"You know, I'm pretty good at C.o.D." Gabe teases.
"Oh, yeah?" Sam smirks.
"Yeah." Gabe winks.
"I guess we'll see."
"So, If I beat you do I get a reward?"
"Of course!" And Sam's being honest here, too.
"Cool, so if I win against you and your brother, you have to buy me an entire sack of candy."
Sam snorts. "Gabe, if you beat me and Dean, you can fuck me into your futon all weekend." Sam smiles a shit eating grin at Gabe's floored face.
"That is not where I wanted to hop into the conversation." Dean calls from across the internet connection. "Don't be a tease, Sam." Sam can hear Dean's laughing from the headset.
"But you know I'm serious, Dean." And Gabe hasn't stopped staring at him, so Sam just starts the game.
"So, Gabe and Cas against Dean and I." He leans back and plays the game like he always does; cut throat.
It's fifteen minutes into a thirty minute long game and the Winchesters have reduced Cas, of all people, to a cursing grump.
"How is this even possible?" Cas shouts from over the headset.
Sam laughs along with Dean and he can only imagine the faces Cas is making.
"You're cheating aren't you Dean?" He hears Cas grump over the headset and that sends Sam into a peal of laughter in which Gabe manages to kill him.
"This is why you were so confident, huh?" Gabe glares at Sam and Sam starts laughing again.
"Sam, focus!" Dean calls.
"Sorry!" Sam calls back, getting back into the game.
Sam doesn't really see it coming, considering he's preoccupied with the game in front of him. He's blindsided when Gabe throws his controller behind them and tackles him off the side of the couch. He doesn't expect Gabe to tickle him, and he's dying from suffocation because he's extremely ticklish. He can't even get Gabe's slight frame off of him because he can't breathe.
"Sammy?" He hears Dean call from the other side of the internet connection.
"H-HeLP! Dean! Ga-Gabe STOP!" and his sides are killing him, but Gabe doesn't let up.
"Give up the Game!" Gabe calls.
"Never!" Dean cries from the headset.
"Ca-Can't breathe!" He's crying now and finally, finally, Gabe lets up.
Sam let's his head thump against the wood flooring. He tries in vain to regain his breath, but it's impossible with Gabe sitting on top of him. He doesn't know when he grabbed onto Gabriel, but he really doesn't intend to let go any time soon. When he's got some semblance of regular breathing back, he looks up at Gabe and smiles. There are few people who can make him laugh that hard.
He doesn't expect Gabe to lean down and kiss him, but what shocks him more is how calm and chaste it is. It's unlike what he'd thought his first kiss with Gabe would be like. Gabe sits back up, looking nervous and completely un-Gabe. Sam sits there kind of dumbfounded until Gabe tries to get off him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sam asks as he licks his lips.
Gabe looks a bit stunned, and Sam decides it's a nice look on him. He sits up and kisses Gabe like he thought he'd have been kissed. It's firm and bold and more than a little R rated. Sam takes control completely and he thinks he might have fried Gabe's brain because he's not really doing anything.
Until he is, and his hands are everywhere at once and he's practically attacking Sam's mouth with his own. He adjusts so he's sitting in Sam's lap more comfortably, and he lets out a moan that Sam thinks shouldn't be legal. Sam kind of hears his brother and Cas's voice from the head set, so he reaches up and pushes it down to hang around his neck.
Gabe pushes their hips together and Sam tries-and fails-to bite back a groan. There's noise from the headset and Sam really hates that thing right now. He rips it from around his neck and chucks it across the room, not wanting anything to distract him from what he wants right now. And what he wants is Gabe; all of him. He wraps his arms around Gabe's waist and pulls his as close as possible.
Gabe runs his hands through Sam's slightly longer than normal hair and runs his tongue across Sam's lips. Sam opens his mouth and he lets Gabe explore his mouth before taking over the kiss entirely and invading Gabriel's. Gabriel tries to take control by pinning him to the floor, and Sam lets him, only to flip the both of them over and pin Gabriel to the floor. He pins Gabe's hips with his own and rests his arms on his elbows.
"We should probably stop here, huh?" Gabe asks, licking his lips.
"Yeah, totally. We wouldn't want this to get out of hand." Sam looks at Gabe's gold eyes and decides to throw caution to the wind.
He leans down and kisses Gabe again, this time slow and purposeful. Gabe moans again, circling his arm fully around Sam's neck and pulling him close. Sam slides his hand under Gabe's shirt and starts tracing invisible patterns on Gabe's stomach.
Once he runs out of breath, Sam pulls back and rests his forehead on Gabe's shoulder. His hands are still tracing those invisible patterns and Gabe is still petting his hair.
Sam picks his head up and looks at Gabe, "We should stop, huh?"
"Yeah, totally." Gabe smirks and pulls Sam back down, so he's not really all that worried about actually stopping.
What he is worried about though, is his brother killing Gabe. Or this being some silly one time fling. Or Gabe's dad finding out and flipping his shit.
But he stops worrying about that when Gabe wraps one leg around his hips and uses it to pull him closer. He trails his hand lower until he finds the hem of Gabe's pants. He unbuttons his pants and Sam slips his hand inside, grabbing him. Gabe lets out noise caught between a whimper and a moan, but he doesn't stop him so Sam keeps going.
"Sam." Gabriel moans and Sam can't believe this is happening.
He continues to kiss Gabriel at a languid pace. He's so caught up in kissing Gabe, he's completely shocked when the older boy removes Sam's hand and flips them over. Sam stares up at Gabriel's wicked grin with a sinking stomach.
"Um…Gabe?"
But Gabriel ignores him and starts unbuttoning the taller boys' pants, pulling them down just far enough to expose Sam's cock to the slightly chilly air. The shorter man quickly licks up Sam's shaft, making Sam throw his head back and smack into the hard floor.
"You okay?" Sam hears Gabe laugh, so he tries to nod, even though it does hurt.
"I'm fine. A bit more warning next time?" he brings a hand up to rub at the sore spot.
"Alright, then. Try not to choke me, okay?"
Before Sam can question that, Gabriel is licking him from base to tip again. Sam groans as Gabriel rests his arms on the taller man's hips to keep himself up – and perhaps Sam down – and continues treating his dick like a popsicle. Without any warning, Gabriel takes Sam's cock in his mouth, playing with the tip with his tongue.
The hand in his own hair ventures down to him own mouth so Sam can bite on the knuckle while the other threads itself into Gabriel's shaggy hair. Honestly, Sam thinks that Gabriel's never done this before, but he's trying at its way better than he'd probably do. Oh god, way better than he ever could.
"Fuck." Sam curses, his back arching off the floor slightly.
That just spurs Gabe on more. He becomes more enthusiastic and more creative with his tongue – and okay maybe this isn't his first time doing this.
Soon enough, Sam is just a whimpering mess – and he'll never admit that – and he's trying desperately not to thrust up into Gabriel's warm mouth. One of Gabriel's arms lets up, but Sam still can't do anything with his hips pinned down – and him trying to control himself. He forgets about that soon enough when Gabriel's tongue presses flat against the underside of Sam's cock.
He warns Gabe as quickly as he can, but soon enough his orgasm takes over. Sam comes around to find Gabe trying to get his own semen off his hand without wiping it on any of their clothing. Which means Gabriel had to have swallowed.
"I can't believe you just did that." Sam laughs, slightly out of breath.
"Me neither. That was way too bitter. What about you?"
"My leg's asleep." Is the only thing that comes out of his mouth.
Gabe just laughs and gets up, "Sorry."
Sam stretches out his left leg, trying to get blood flow back into it.
"It's fine. Way fine."
Gabe gets up, trying to readjust his clothes, "So on a scale of one to ten, how dead am I when I see your brother?"
"Uh…about a nine. Two if you bring up Cas." Sam sits up and watches Gabriel groan in frustration at his clothes.
"Damnit, I'm going to have to change." Gabe mutters darkly before leaving up the stairs.
Sam stands up before, quickly and professionally, righting himself before sitting down on the couch. He takes a sip of his flat soda and lays back, contemplating just falling asleep. Dean's probably not even online anymore, so there's no point in trying.
Okay, maybe he wants to avoid getting yelled at.
He closes his eyes and is almost asleep by the time Gabriel makes his way down the steps. Sam opens his eyes and looks over the back of the couch at the upperclassman.
"So." Gabe says.
"So?"
"Are we going to talk about this?"
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Kind of."
"So sit, and lets' talk about it."
Gabe slowly walks over to the couch and takes a seat on the arm of the couch farthest from Sam. The middle Winchester is actually offended.
"Are you going to tell me to get out?" Sam asks, a bit worried.
"What? No!"
"So then why are you so nervous?"
"Because I kind of have feeling invested in this Samsquatch."
Sam give Gabe what Dean would call a bitch-face, "I am too, Gabe. I wouldn't have let it get that far if I didn't want this to continue."
"You sure about that?"
"Gabe I can lift you over my head. Yeah, if I didn't want this I would have ended it."
Gabriel just raises an eyebrow at that.
"So…you want…us? To happen?"
"If that's you asking me to be your boyfriend, the answer's no." Sam looks away and closes his eyes, more than ready to fall asleep.
"Sam Winchester, will you be my boyfriend?" Gabe scoot's closer, until he's right next to Sam.
"That's more like it." Sam smiles, wrapping an arm around Gabe's waist and pulling him close.
"Your back will kill you if you fall asleep on the couch." Gabe tells him.
Sam groans and follows Gabe to fall asleep on the fold out futon.