Fall Back {A Sabriel Fanfic}

Chapter 25

Gabriel stares into Sams eyes, lost in them, in him. He's never wanted to leave the teen, never wanted to hurt him.

"Gabe," Sam squeezes his hand, "Please say something." Still studying those blue-green eyes, they beg themselves, just pleading to hear the mans voice. "You can yell..just tell me how you feel. Hit me if you need to. Anything."

"You believed me, even when you didn't have to..I wont give up on us. I don't want to," Gabe speaks softly, yet Sam can hear every last word, hanging to them for a second. "Are–are you saying..?"

"Yeah. I guess I am," he smiles, body letting him relax. "I'm going to kiss you," Sam warns, reaching to cup Gabriels face. "Well what are you waiting for?"

~

The Novak lies comfortably below Sam, sharing body heat as their lips take no time to separate. They enjoy the slow intimate, long lasting moment, unlike earlier.

Sam keeps his left arm propping himself up, placed closely to Gabes head, the other loosely running through his hair. Gabriel has his hand gripped on the back of Sam's neck, fingertips reaching his hair line, his left hand resting on the teens back.

They both feel the undeniable sparks and the warming pit in their stomachs.

Their lips are swollen, neither of them caring. At this point, it's been at least twenty minutes since they've broken apart long enough to get out a word. Their tongues glide over each other, both humming into the others mouth.

Bang. Bang. Bang. "Gabe? Please be home."

His head falls back onto the mattress, a sigh being released from both the men. "Every damn time. It's like she knows," Gabriel shakes his head, "Unbelievable."

He doesn't take time to put a shirt on, just lazily unlocks the door and opens it partly, "Charlie, it's two in the morning."

She narrows her eyes at his overly plump lips but shakes it off, having problems of her own at the moment. "I know but I think I just did something I shouldn't have. Can I come in?"

"Actually–"

She ducks below his propped up arm, entering anyway. Why even bother asking? He thinks to himself, quickly trying to stop the red headed girl from seeing– "Sam?" –too late.

"Are you?–Did I?–What the hell did I miss!"

"Well.." Gabe scratches the back of his head, "Quite a bit." Sam trudges down the short hall. "So are you guys like–" she gestures between them and Sam puts an arm around Gabriel, nodding a little.

"Charlie, why in the hell are you here so late?"

"Oh yeah!" She laughs at herself, face twisting into confusion right after, "I kinda sorta agreed to move to New York with Gilda.."

"You what?!" Gabe retorts, eyes practically popping out of his head as he clutches Sam's side, "When?"

"Not for a month. We're only going to be there a year while she works on a project," she apologetically smiles, shifting back and forth on her feet. He scowls at her, expression pouty as he tucks himself into the side of Sam's chest.

"Awe, don't do that," now Charlie crosses her arms, facial expression matching Gabes. With an amused eye role, the Winchester lifts his other arm up to invite her in. He looks up at the ceiling with just his eyes, questioning how he went from making out with his boyfriend for thirty minutes to hugging two immature older friends of his.

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"Just skip class tomorrow, we can all go out. I know a few places that are still open," Gabe tries convincing the two. "Gabe, I have perfect attendance," Charlie whines. "Fine, not like we only have a month left with each other or anything."

"Damn you," she narrows her eyes, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He quickly reaches back to grab Sam's hand, just barely intertwining their fingers in time for him to be dragged along as well. "Get dressed," she commands, stopping in front of the bedroom door.

Since they're both already in sweatpants, Gabe picks up a hoodie and slips it on. "Here," he tosses one of Sam's at him, pausing with the teens confused expression. "What? You gave it to me a while ago."

"I know. I'm just surprised you kept it." He only raises and drops his eyebrows, rushing to turn away. Gabriel never wants to admit that he slept with the cloth that smelled so much like Sam. The familiar scent allowing him to fall asleep at night.

"Would you hurry your loser-asses up! You both have a lot of explaining to do!"