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28 January 2011 @ 08:09 am
[twitfic compilation] Wipe off that angel face (and go back to high school) 3:2/5  
Title: Wipe off that angel face (and go back to high school)
Volume 3: Friendship Caught Fire (Chapter 2 of 5)
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam/Gabriel High school AU. WIP. Done through twitfic / twitlonger. Thanks to jabber_moose for an amazing title!!

Volume 1: Bully and the Beast
One | Two | Three

Volume 2: You Gotta Be Honestly Sincere
One | Two | Three | Four

Volume 3: Friendship Caught Fire
One



Homeroom is weird. Awesome but weird. It's weird to stare at Gabriel. To meet his eyes and grin. To look at his lips, to remember the feel and taste of them. To worry he is thinking about Gabriel's lips too much and his brain not enough. To stare some more at his lips and then to hide in a bathroom stall until his boner goes away, luckily just in time for math.

God, he can't think of anything but Gabriel. He just wants to see him. To be with him. All the time.

But that's clingy and scary and should not be admitted to. That's stalker territory. Never mind that as best friends they had lunch and dinner together most days. Being more-than-friends (are they boyfriends yet? Sam's not sure) has a whole new set of rules, and he has to be careful. This thing between them could come crashing down with one misstep.

Lunch is still safe, though, right? He takes his paper bag over to Gabriel's table and sort of shyly stands next to him, asking a silent may-I with his eyes. They sat opposite each other as friends. Is it too soon to sit side-by-side? Too much to ask?

"You better sit down before you keel over from hunger," Gabriel says flatly, and Sam plunks himself down in an embarrassed heap.

Gabriel grins at him. "What's up, besides your head?"

Sam slumps. "Nothing." He's been thinking all morning of what to say, so he has a topic lined up. "So do you think I came off OK with your brothers? They're kind of hard to read."

"Don't I know it," Gabriel says, picking up his own empty paper bag and popping it loudly. Three girls at the next table jump in unison, then turn back to glare. Gabriel gives them a wave. "I don't think you have anything to worry about in that department."

"I hope so." Sam pauses. "Michael seemed nice."

"Michael," Gabriel says pointedly, "is a pompous, arrogant jerk who needs to be taken down a peg. Of course, that goes for all of us. That's why I need my daily dose of Sam Winchester. Reminds me there's another way to be besides a bitchy little queen." He levels a gaze at Sam so full of affection that Sam doesn't know what to do with it.

He takes advantage of the surge of confidence. "So when do you think--" He lowers his voice. "When do you think we can go out again?"

"I don't know," Gabriel says. His lips purse into a twisted knot. "Michael is taking me upstate to visit his college this weekend. Some crap about wanting me to get a well-rounded education."

"What about during the week?" Sam says, his cheeks pink with enthusiasm.

Gabriel shakes his head. "I don't know. I have three papers that snuck up on me while I was in production week."

Sam's really trying not to feel bad, but there's an itch at the back of his skull that Gabriel's trying to tell him to back off. His face droops. "All right," he says, resigned. "Sorry."

It's the "sorry" that makes Gabriel look at him funny. "What are you apologizing for?" he says. "I'm the one who left my papers till the last minute." His voice drops, and he leans in close enough that only Sam can see the gleam in his eye. "I didn't exactly plan on getting myself a hot new boyfriend at the time, you know. Trust me, I'd have worked like a dog so we could have more time together. I'm pretty damn mad at myself."

Sam has flushed. "You just said boyfriend."

"Well, sugar daddy has bad implications and love slave is outdated," Gabriel says with a shrug. "Of course it doesn't mean much if we're staying under the radar, but... that's what I'm kind of hoping we are. Do you object?"

Pink has long since faded to deep red. Sam shakes his head so hard he nearly knocks it loose.

"Good. I'm relieved." Gabriel sounds nonchalant, but there's real joy in his expression. Sam has to hold back to keep from hugging him right then and there. He glows for the rest of the day.




Being a boyfriend is awesome, but it doesn't make it any easier to wait through nights where he knows - knows! - that Gabriel is sitting at his own desk, surrounded by textbooks and library books and notes, thinking of him too.

Gabriel calls him a couple times, at ten or eleven o'clock, and Sam jumps to answer it so Mom doesn't get to it first. Damn it, he needs a cell phone.

At some point the conversation dries up and Sam's heart starts pounding, filling the silence at least in his own body. "Sorry," he says nervously. "I, uh, don't know what to say."

"Neither do I," Gabriel says, and his voice is low and kind of halting. "But I want to stay on the phone with you anyway. Weird, huh?"

Sam laughs, a warm sound that feels like a fire burning deep in his chest. "Not weird. I'm still trying to figure out how we can have homeroom and lunch together and talk on the phone and everything and still--"

He breaks off. He was about to say "still I miss you," but he doesn't have the courage.

Then Gabriel's voice comes over the line, soft and smoky. "And still it's not enough."

Sam thinks his whole heart is coming out his throat, his exhalation is so hot. "Yeah," he manages to say.

There's pleasant silence on the line. Sam hears the soft hitch of Gabriel's breathing. Yearning fills him, and he closes his eyes.

But a conversation with Gabriel never follows a logical course, and all at once his voice is on the line, barking and sharp. "That's it, I'm gonna do it."

"Huh?"

He can practically hear Gabriel's grin over the line. "I've been meaning to check something out for a while now. I'll tell you about it tomorrow when I know more."

Try as he might, Sam can't drag another word out of him about it.




Sam spends most of that night wondering what the hell Gabriel is up to. Knowing him, it's a surprise, and a good one at that. But Gabriel hasn't given him much to go on.

He said he was going to "see about" something, right? That or "look into" something. Sam keeps remembering it differently. Well, either of those means an unanswered question. Which means Gabriel has to ask someone for something. Permission, maybe?

By the morning Sam has not only come up with a theory but also thoroughly convinced himself it's true. Complete with supporting facts made up out of thin air.

This is Sam's logic: They weren't able to go out this week. They can't go out this weekend, because Michael is taking Gabriel up to college for a tour that Sam knows Gabriel's not too keen on. So Sam figures Gabriel's gonna as Michael for permission either to stay home or, more exciting still, to bring Sam with them. Sam has to admit he loves the concept of a weekend upstate, complete with dorms and falling leaves... and maybe even holding hands in the open air, with nobody who knows them around to tell. He's hoping so hard that when Gabriel comes into homeroom the next morning, Sam stands up and says loudly, "Well?"

The class looks to Gabriel expectantly. Gabriel peers over his shoulder, as though Sam must be talking to someone right behind him.

He walks over when prying eyes have found other targets. "What was that about?"

"You know what," Sam says, his jaw setting in that way it does when he's frustrated. "What about that thing you were gonna look into?"

"Oh, right, that." Gabriel draws out the syllable teasingly. Sam fumes. "I haven't got a chance to check on it yet. I should know by lunchtime."

Sam's face crumples. "So it's here at school, whatever it is?"

"Yeah..." Gabriel trails off and looks at him hard. "What were you thinking?"

"Nothing!" Sam's quick to protest. He smiles wide. Inside he's drooping with disappointment. "I'm just really curious."

"Well, have patience, grasshopper," Gabriel says, patting him on the shoulder. "You shall know soon enough."

Sam doesn't think he wants to know, not now that his self-stirred fantasy has turned out to be crap. He sits silently at lunch, reading his history textbook, in part because it's a distraction and in part because Mr. Singer has another hellish test coming up.

"So about that thing," Gabriel says, dotting the corners of his mouth with a paper napkin like he's a debutante at finishing school.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Did you find something out?" The enthusiasm just isn't there in Sam's voice.

Gabriel takes a moment to be puzzled, then decides it's not worth it and proclaims, "It's a go! You doing anything after school?"

Sam shakes his head.

"Then meet me right back here after school's out. I have something to show you."




Gabriel grins at him as he rolls up to the cafeteria at three-thirty. At this point Sam has literally no idea what to expect. It could be anything, and the one thing it's certain not to be is something Sam suspects in advance.

Without a word, Gabriel grabs his arm and pulls him right back out the cafeteria doors. Sam sputters a bit but about-faces and follows Gabriel down the hall, past the art room, and through a thick green door that Sam's sure he's never seen used before.

He steps forward into dusty wood planks, drapes of muslin that are no discernible color, and mechanisms he doesn't immediately recognize. To his left, an overgrown cardboard daisy smiles at him in colors that were once gaudy but have faded with time and dust. It's not until Sam follows the cables leading straight up from odd mechanism to ceiling, though, that he realizes where he is.

Gabriel prances out to center stage after the door is closed behind them. He sings a few loud, raucous notes to the nonexistent audience and shouts over his shoulder into the wing where Sam is standing. "Isn't it great?"

"It's the auditorium," Sam says, gingerly stepping into view of the empty chairs as though afraid of getting booed.

"I know!"

Sam looks at him, takes in the glowing face. "And?"

Gabriel just grins harder. "What do you see?"

Sam peers out. There's a piano and a few discarded music stands, but other than that... "Nothing."

"Exactly." And Gabriel's grabbing his waist, pulling him in and pecking him on the lips. "Nobody uses this place when there isn't a play. It's completely empty. Even the band doesn't practice in here." He glows up into Sam's face. "It's all ours."

Sam stares at him, blank and confused, for a moment. Then he gets it.

He tugs Gabriel's head back and kisses him hard; Gabriel makes a sound of surrender that's so satisfying; their mouths open to each other and the dizzying rush of sensation makes Sam's knees buckle. Somehow or other they're melting to the floor, Gabriel's hands cinched tight to his waist. One devilish hand is starting to sneak under Sam's shirt.

"Wow, Sam," Gabriel murmurs in his ear as Sam licks along his jaw. "On stage, no less. I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist."

Sam raises his head to look out at the rows of seats. "Maybe we should move this somewhere else?"

Gabriel blows air through his lips derisively. "What's life without a little danger," he says, and takes advantage of Sam's craned neck to sink his lips into it.

The cry Sam lets out is embarrassing. He has never felt anything that feels like Gabriel's lips on his neck. He had no idea he was so sensitive there. He hangs on to Gabriel for dear life as giant blossoms of feeling open up inside him. He's more than turned on; he's blown away.

"Sam," Gabriel whispers in his ear. "I like it in here. I like the smell, I like the memories. I think I'm gonna come here after school most days, do my homework here and take the late bus home. Anytime you want to come join me..." He presses suddenly soft, almost tentative lips to Sam's. "This could be our place."

"Our place," Sam echoes. "I think I like that idea."

He more than likes it. He doesn't know how he's ever lived without it. Kind of like Gabriel, in that way.

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Laurenjabber_moose on January 28th, 2011 10:55 pm (UTC)
I more than like this.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 28th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)
<3

I more than like you. <3
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium – my work here is done.: supernatural--gabriel fear the porn stacriveroceansea on January 28th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)
We have to wait another week for hiatus to be over (f'ing CW) but yay! you posted!

Do we get eventual stage sex?
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 28th, 2011 11:22 pm (UTC)
There will be makeouts, that much I can promise...

Glad you're enjoying it!