“Maybe we should look more obviously gay,” Gabriel muttered.
“What?” Sam asked, turning to face him.
“I said we should be more gay.”
“Because these women wont stop hitting on you and while they have every right to try their luck, they don’t seem to be getting the message.”
It was true. And come on, they were at a freaking gay wedding, and they were already standing close enough, but apparently it wasn’t enough.
Like Gabriel said, it was fair enough if a woman - or several - wanted to flirt a little, see where it got them. They weren’t doing anything wrong, and they had all backed off when Sam had politely turned them down.
But even so, it was starting to make Sam a little uncomfortable, and he knew that Gabriel was feeling the same.
The first had been a surprise, really. She was obviously drunk, not that Gabriel and Sam were exactly sober, and she’d dropped some shitty one-liner with a hyperbolic eruption of laughter.
Then there were the next three. In two hours.
So Sam smiled when Gabriel spoke again, already formulating some sort of plan.
“So. More gay. Thoughts?”
“Well, the thoughts are that there is no more gay or less, but-“
“But more gay couple-y is a-go,” Gabriel finished for him.
Having decided on a plan of action, Sam grabbed Gabriel’s hand, pulling him up from his seat and leading him towards the dance floor. The DJ was currently playing a surprisingly slow number for so far into the evening- some current chart hit, Sam guessed, although pop was more Gabriel’s thing than his.
“So we’re dancing,” Gabriel guessed.
“Sam. Most people dance when they’re pissed.”
So Sam wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders, taking a few moments to catch onto the unfamiliar beat.
Then, he dipped his head and the last thing he saw was Gabriel’s smile before he kissed him.
He couldn’t help but indulge a little, maybe because he had a point to prove or maybe because he was drunk. Perhaps it was just that he was happily in love.
Whatever the reason, when he pulled away, Gabriel wasn’t just smiling, he was beaming.
That was when he noticed the woman hovering beside them. Drunk flirt number… two, three? Three, definitely.
“Hi!” Gabriel replied for him, disentangling himself from Sam for second to shake her hand.
“I just wanted to say, um… yeah, I’m really sorry, for hitting on your man. I didn’t realise you two were-“
“God, I don’t give a shit about that. I just meant together.”
“It’s really not a problem, you don’t need to apologise,” Sam smiled, taking Gabriel’s hand once more.
“Okay. Well, uh, sorry anyway. And you two are a pretty cute couple. What are your names?”
“Thank you! I’m Gabriel, and this cute piece of ass here is Sam.”
“See,” she smiled. “Cute couple. Bickering like an old married one, too.”
“Well, one day, eh?” Gabriel smiled.
“Who else would I wind up with, Sammy? It’s obviously you.”
“Well thanks for making me feel like I’ll do!”
“Shut your dumb mouth, you know I love you like crazy.”
“Yeah. Guess I do. Good job I love you too, isn’t it?”
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