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“Gabriel! I bought pizza!” Sam yelled as he banged through the door to his flat.
Sam rolled his eyes, dropping his bag and his pizza boxes on the floor, half a mind to sink down on top of them as well. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it if Gabriel wasn’t home right now. He’d been up since way too early, his bag weighed about a thousand kilograms, his first lecture had overrun, he’d been late for his second, he’d been given a bad grade on a quiz, and then on the way home, his bike had almost been hit by another cyclist coming in the opposite direction, who’d then decided to yell at him for a good five minutes about how he was impossible to see because his ‘grey plaid shirt was too similar a colour to the building behind him’.
So he’d decided to make a quick stop off at the pizza place across the road. He’d bought one meat lover’s with extra pineapple and a cheese stuffed crust (Gabriel’s favourite) along with one veggie supreme white pizza (his own favourite) and a couple of beers for each of them, and he’d been hoping to curl up next to Gabriel on the couch and eat and maybe watch a few episodes of whatever dumb anime Gabriel was obsessed with this week. If he was really lucky, Gabriel might even pet his hair.
But now there was no answer coming from the rest of the flat, even though Gabriel had said he would be home tonight.
Sighing, he picked up the pizza and beer again, making his way to his bedroom. He’d just have to eat alone. Maybe he’d eat a couple of slices of Gabriel’s, too, because that would serve him right.
He kicked open the door, but it had barely managed to open a few inches before it hit something solid. Squishy, yes, but solid.
“Oh, fuck,” came a muffled curse. “Didn’t think this through.”
Sam couldn’t entirely tell from the voice itself, since it was weirdly distorted somehow, but from the context (someone in his room, excessive swearing, and a plan gone wrong) it could pretty much only be Gabriel.
“What the hell have you done now, Gabe?” he asked, sighing a little more than was necessary, leaning against his own door, clutching pizza that was slowly getting cold.
There were a few rustles and bumps and grunts of effort, and then Gabriel’s face popped up next to the crack in the door. “Thought we could have a night in.”
“Yes, so did I. Sitting on the couch. Like normal people.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that?” Gabriel snorted, kicking a few more things out of the way and yanking open the door, revealing the room to Sam.
The place was absolutely covered in mattresses, pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals of every variety that Sam could possibly imagine. He thought he might have even seen an old pair of curtains draped somewhere. The lights were off and a few torches illuminated the room, as well as a laptop which already had Netflix cued up to one of Sam’s favourite shows.
“Gabriel - where did you even find this many blankets?” was all Sam could say, because he had so many questions right now.
“Don’t question a man and his blankets!” Gabriel shot back. “Good. You brought food. I had ice cream and chicken dinosaurs and stuff in the freezer, but that involves getting up and cooking and stuff which I really didn’t feel like doing. Come on, get in, we’ll rearrange these blankets into a proper fort, eat some food, cuddle, watch a couple episodes of this shitty nature show. And I’m not hearing any arguments about homework or whatever. We’re doing this.”
It was the perfect improvement to Sam’s bad day, and it was exactly what he had been hoping for. He let Gabriel re-make the fort around him and then snuggle up into his side, and the two of them tucked into the pizza, Gabriel feeding it to Sam so that Sam wouldn’t have to use up any more effort than open his mouth and swallow (and occasionally bite back words about how Gabriel was the absolute greatest friend to ever exist and that he meant so, so much to Sam.) They stayed there for hours, until it was dark outside and the nature show had inexplicably become Adventure Time, until Sam was floating in that halfway stage between awake and asleep.
“Wait,” Sam frowned, something occurring to him suddenly. His voice was thick with sleep and he was about three seconds away from passing out next to Gabriel and on top of all the blankets. “Why did you do this for me?”
Gabriel was pretty sleepy himself after eating that entire pizza and some of Sam’s leftovers too. “Because you’d had a bad day and I thought you could use cheering up.”
“No, but you didn’t know that. You set this up before I got home. Before I’d told you I had a bad day.”
“You should sleep, Sam. You’re tired,” Gabriel deflected.
Sam didn’t feel tired anymore. It seemed like Gabriel was trying to distract him, and he had lived with Gabriel for too long to let him get away with that. “I’m not sleeping until you tell me what’s going on here.”
Gabriel drew his legs up to his chest, making himself as small as possible. “Do you promise me you won’t hate me?” he squeaked in a tiny voice.
Sam wrapped his own arms round Gabriel, pulling him close. “Hey there. I could never hate you. You’re my Gibgab.”
Gabe nodded against whichever blanket was currently wrapped around Sam. “Alright. I’ll tell you.”
He pulled away, sitting crosslegged, looking down at his lap and playing with a strand of his own hair as he started to explain, his voice shaking. “See, it’s like this. You know how we met, right? Cause our brothers were friends? And then, Cas wanted to ask Dean out on a date, and he did all this traditional shit like rent a fancy pimp car and buy him a dozen white roses and take him to a French restaurant. And it was like a movie and they were the cutest thing ever. But I always said, if I ever liked anyone - if I ever loved anyone - I wouldn’t do it like that. It would be more simple. I’d just want to spend time with them, the two of us alone, and maybe we’d just watch some TV and be close to each other and then I’d tell them that I thought they were really special. I’d keep things simple. And there wouldn’t be any pressure. It would just be me, confessing to a beautiful boy, that he makes me so happy, and that if he was interested, I would love for there to be something more between us.”
There was a silence between them for a few seconds, and then Gabriel pushed himself up and out of the blanket pile. “Sorry. I’m a dumbass. Shouldn’t have said anything, shouldn’t have made your day any worse than it already was. I’ll go, I’ll do the dishes for a year to make up for it, won’t mention anything again.”
Sam grabbed Gabriel’s wrist. trying to stop him from leaving, but in actual fact it made Gabriel fall completely ungracefully into his lap.
Well, he supposed it was better access at least.
He leaned down, gazing into a pair of golden eyes that were one third surprised, one third scared, one third helpful and entirely mesmerizing. “Gabriel…” he whispered, with his lips centimetres away.
“Sam?” Gabriel whispered back.
“I love you too,” Sam confessed, just as their lips met, the two of them perfectly fitting together in this way just as they always had in every other way, too, the world around them dissolving so that nothing mattered except shifting so that they were more comfortable, lying down together in at least a hundred more blankets than anyone should rightfully own, kissing and kissing and kissing. They never increased the pace or tried to take things any further, just let themselves melt into one another, occasionally pulling back to whisper a few more desperate words that they’d always wanted to say but never had, always returning to each other’s lips.
And when they slept, it was with Gabriel’s head nuzzled into Sam’s chest, one of his legs wrapped around both of Sam’s own, every single blanket in the blanket pile unnecessary - because now, Sam had the best blanket of all.
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