The first movie was fine, laughing and mocking it. Sam blushed the smallest bit when Rose disrobed, but it was fine enough. And maybe Gabriel managed to push himself even closer to Sam during the course of the movie. And after Gabriel had popped in the second movie, he laid one leg on top of Sam's. Sam laughed and faked an attempt to shove him off, but wrapped an arm around Gabriel's shoulder, keeping him close.
"This movie sucks, Gabriel," Sam joked.
"So do I, Sammy, baby," Gabriel joked back. He noticed Sam freeze for a minute. He took a deep breath, then laughed.
"Oh, shut up, moron," he grumbled back.
The movie progressed, and at some point, somehow, Gabriel ended up in Sam's lap. Neither of them made verbal note of it, and Sam seemed to accept it. Good. That would make the next bit easier.
He started small. A wiggle, easily passed off as adjusting himself, if the question arose. Sam blew out a huff of air at that. Gabriel took it as a good sign, to keep going, as Sam hadn't protested at all.
It was more of a back and forth motion this time. He rolled and pushed down, then moved back up. Again. Sam hadn't said anything. Gabriel could feel his breath on his own skin, shorter and faster than normal. Gabriel rolled his hips again, pushing down more, faster. He heard Sam's breath catch, but Sam kept his eyes on the T.V. screen. Gabriel rolled his hips in a circle, quick, twice in a row. Sam finally started to say something.
"G…," was all he could manage to get out before Gabriel interrupted him.
"You know, this isn't really the most comfortable position,: Gabriel quickly announced. He moved around knees on either side of Sam's hips. He leaned in close, lips almost pressed against Sam's cheek. "You look really pretty today," he whispered. He could tell Sam was trying to speak, but couldn't quite manage to force the words out of his mouth. Gabriel shifted to the other side, in the same manner. "And I meant what I said earlier, I do blow," he breathed against Sam's skin. He moved forward to kiss Sam, but when their lips met, Sam's hands shot up and pushed him, hard. Gabriel hadn't been sitting very stable, and he fell off the couch, hitting his head hard.
Sam felt his body shaking. Gabriel pulled himself up, sitting on the ground.
"Fuck. God- shit," he swore. After he seemed to collect himself, he look to Sam, clearly freaked out. "I am so sorry," Gabriel apologized, speaking fast. "God. I am so sorry. I thought, well, to be honest, I really didn't think that much, you know I never do. But I thought that you liked me and it would be okay to do and I'm just so sorry," he said, rambling on.
"Shut up!" Sam said. "I… do. Like you. No, I really do. You just, you shouldn't like me. I'm not- your type. I'm wrong, okay? I'm wrong for you." Gabriel settled down into his spot on the floor and frowned.
"What? You like me? What are you- holy shit my head hurts- what are you talking about?" Gabriel asked, confused.
"I don't like it, okay? Any of it. It's not my thing. I don't even like to think about it! I- sex. And the rest of it. I just- sometimes it makes my stomach hurt. Anything after kissing. It just- hurts. And I know you, and I mean- obviously- that's what you want. And I can't, so you shouldn't like me and you should just forget about it and-," Gabriel cut him off by standing up and sitting beside Sam again.
"I'm slightly offended, " Gabriel said, "that you think I need sex that much."
"But-," Sam interrupted him.
"Nope, be quiet. Sam, guess what? Trust me Sammy, I-,"
"Sam," he muttered.
"Well, trust me, Sam, I've been getting by on my own," Gabriel wiggled his left hand, then made a crude gesture, "just fine for years now."
"Oh," Sam muttered, looking down. "That's… good. You don't mind? Not at all?"
"What do you think I just gave that big speech for, dumbass?" Gabriel retorted.
"Not dumb. Gifted. Remember?" Sam joked, cautious. Gabriel laughed back and Sam grinned.
"Ah. But I'm a genius, so," Gabriel shrugged.
"Do you wanna…. uh…. date me?" Sam offered slowly.
"Hell yeah," Gabriel nodded. "Maybe we should talk about, you know, what's okay and what's not. Boundaries. I don't wanna get shoved off the couch again. 'cause my head still really hurts." Sam laughed and agreed.
"Yeah. That sounds smart. Uhm. I don't like- well, doing things with myself. And I don't like sex. Or rubbing or grinding anything below my back. I like kisses. Not really hard stuff. Just a little. Uh, not any sort of thing you could classify as sex, at all. It just- no. Doesn't work for me. I like holding hands. I like snuggling," he offered.
"Like we do now?" Gabriel asked and scooted close to Sam again.
"Yeah, and maybe a little closer," Sam nodded. Gabriel moved closer, legs tangling.
"This okay?"
"Yeah."
"What about sitting in your lap? If I promise it's never like last time."
"That would work."
"Hey. What about this?" Gabriel asked with a grin, and sat in Sam's lap, turned to the side.
"Yeah, that's fine. It's actually really nice," Sam nodded, grinning widely now.
"How 'bout this?" Gabriel gave Sam's cheek a quick kiss, short and sweet. Sam nodded. "And this?" He kissed Sam's forehead. "And this?" He kissed Sam's nose. Sam kept nodded. "How about this one? And tell me this time, no shoving," he kidded. He moved forward some and kissed Sam, once on the lips. Their lips had barely touched when Gabriel pulled back.
"I think a little farther, maybe," Sam told him.
"Like, should I shove my tongue all the way down your throat?"
"If you do, I'll bite it off."
"I guess if that's what you're into."
"Shut up and kiss me." And Gabriel did. They did this for a long time, figuring things out together. Gabriel finally realized how late it was.
"Shit, it's eleven thirty. Hey, wanna see if you can stay the night? By the time any of my folks get home, it'll be too late to kick you out," Gabriel asked, hopeful. Sam paused. Usually, an invitation of overnight would mean sex with someone. But he trusted Gabriel, so he agreed. He called Dean up and explained.
"That's gross. Have fun banging your boyfriend," Dean joked.
"Shut up, it's not quite like that," Sam muttered, then snapped his phone shut.
Together, they restarted the movie, watched it over, falling asleep wrapped up in each other.
Gabriel woke up at six to a face leaning over the couch. Lucifer, watching Sam.
"If you ever try and touch him, I will stab you," Gabriel said casually. Lucifer glared then left. Gabriel kissed Sam gently, waking him up. "Hey, morning. We gotta get ready for school, and try to make it look like we weren't up all night." Sam stretched, smiled, and obliged.
They walked into school together, holding hands. Gabriel had made sure it was okay right before he grabbed Sam's hand. Just in case.
Neither of them had felt like this before, this feeling of completeness and togetherness. Until now. And both doubted they'd been in real love before. Until now. The two of them, together. They'd have challenges, and they'd have experiments that went right, and they'd have ones that went wrong. But they were together, and they were in love.