Fall Back {A Sabriel Fanfic}

Chapter 11

"Well good morning sunshine." Sam groans in response, pulling the blanket further up to cover his face. "You've been sleeping for fourteen hours! How could you possibly be tired?"

"How are you awake?" He mumbles into the mattress, the sentence coming out muffled. "Because I slept for eleven and I just ate a snickers. Well two snickers."

"You're gross."

"Come on, you have class today and we have a party to go to after."

"So do you."

Gabe pulls up the covers and lays down next to Sam, gaining a moose attachment to his side instantly. He sighs but stops arguing for him to get up, "Today's Thursday. I don't have class on Thursdays and you don't have any on Fridays."

"I don't wanna get up," he nuzzles his face into the crook of his boyfriends neck. "You know I won't make you."

"Good."

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After another hour nap, the older boy is awoken by soft kisses on his neck. "Mm," he shifts away from the pair of lips, "You're a tease."

"You love it."

"I'll love it when I can–" his voice cuts off and becomes grumbled words of what he'd like to do while facing Sam and kissing him.

"Sexually frustrated?" Sam smirks. "I hate you."

"I know," he smiles and pecks him, "I have to get to class."

"Ugh."

"I already missed my first hour. I'll at least make my last three."

"You only have three more classes today? So you'll be back here around three?" Gabe does the math is head, looking at Sam to see if he's right. "Yeah, round there."

"I'll be waiting," he grins, puckering up his lips. Sam chuckles and kisses him, "Bye. Lo–uh, see you later.."

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Gabriels door closes and he glances over at at the clock, two-fifty. "You're early." He doesn't get a response so he slips on a shirt and opens his bedroom door, "Sam?" Once again he doesn't say anything back. Figuring that Sam is just messing around, he starts for the the living room.

His eyes land on a half naked Kali, sprawled across his couch. "Not who you were expecting?" She comments at his unreadable expression.

"Get out," he finally growls. "Awe come on, you can't say you don't miss me," she stands from her spot, taking a step toward him. "I don't. Not even a little," he moves back, keeping his distance. "Ouch, I don't remember you being this cruel. Make up for it with a kiss?"

"I'm serious, you need to leave."

"You know you want me," she places her hands on his chest and pushes him back a bit, "Come on." He shakes his head, "No." Kali pushes him again, and again, "You never never would lay a hand on a woman. Wuss," she scoffs.

"Leave."

"Kiss me."

"No."

"Kali," he says through gritted teeth warningly, turning to face away from her. At this point she has him pinned against the wall. Her hands wander and he pulls away from her touch but can't go anywhere unless he pushes her. At a young age he promised himself to never touch any woman like that because of his father.

"Why won't you just admit that you miss fucking me, huh?" He turns to protest but Kali lips are on his and before he can break away, "...Gabe?"

"Sam," it's like his name falls from his mouth and to the floor. Kali stays pushes against him and Sam shakes his head, eyes watering. He drops whatever bag was in his hand and rushes to leave, only then does Kali move away with a smirk, "Try talking your way out of that one."

"Sam!" He calls and quickly goes after him, ignoring her comment.

"WHAT?" He yells once outside, knowing he wasn't going to lose Gabriel close trailing. "What could you possibly want? You wanted sex, right? Well there you go," he gestures back to the apartment building, "She's willing to give it to you." The teen goes to leave but quickly turns back, "You know for all the things I thought you were, a cheater wasn't one of them. I–I can't believe you would do that. How many times? How many times have you been with her since we got together?"

"Samster it's not like that, please let me explain," Gabes voice his soft. "Don't call me that. There's no way you can explain that to me, I know what I saw."

"Sam please," he begs, tears running down both of their faces. "You know," he laughs at himself trough the tears, "I actually thought that I loved you. How stupid was I?"

The only thing Gabriel could do at this point was cry and watch Sam walk away. "I actually thought I loved you" replays in his head.

"I do love you," he whispers, no one around to hear.