You know, We Heart It is one of my favorite things because I find inspiration and prompts. BUUUUT THEN THERE'S THE SIDE OF IT THAT'S THIS ⬆

So as a disclaimer, I didn't come up with some of this. Most of it (plot wise) is mine, though.

Sam and Gabe had been best friends since the Winchester brothers moved in during the first of seventh grade. It was their senior year now, and they were still as close as ever.

Only, they were actually closer. Sam and Gabe had fallen for each other hard. While they, themselves, knew it, they were both too scared to tell the other so they left it be, not noticing the looks they sent when the other wasn't looking.

It was on this night, an abnormally warm summer's one, that the two were sharing a bed like usual. Sam was just fine laying there, attempting to sleep, but Gabe refused to stop his complaints.

"I hate summer," he grumbled, his eyes trained on the ceiling. "It's too warm.

Sam grunted. "It's fine, Gabe. Deal with it."

"A) It's Dil, not deal and b) I can't. I'm dying of the warmth."

The moose just forced himself to remain still and facing away from Gabe. It was NOT his fault that when Gabe talked about the warmth it sounded incredibly sexual.

"I swear it's like I'm on fire! You know, like Phil. Because Dan is not on fire." Gabe chuckled to himself at his terrible pun.

Eye roll.

"My body is literally burning."

Another eye roll.

"I can feel my skin tanning from this crap and we're in doors at night."

Double eyeroll.

"I'd take my clothes off in a second if it would stop this."

That's it. The last straw. Sam bit his lip and growled as he pushed himself over. He faced Gabe and quickly straddled him.

"I swear if you don't stop complaining about the heat, I'll give you a real reason to feel hot," he ground out, voice husky.

Sam had tried. He's been trying to retrain himself from doing something to his best friend all night, but he couldn't help it. At the moment, it didn't even register that he could potentially lose the best thing that had ever happened to him, right here and right now.

Gabe's mouth opened and closed, hot whiskey eyes wide. "Does that...?" he whispered, letting his words fall as he began to stare in shock.

"You're an idiot," Sam replied in way of answer, pressing the other boy into the bed, hands on Gabe's chest. Softly but firmly, his lips worked themselves onto Gabe's, kissing him with a passion that Sam was surprised came from himself.

In an instant Sam was the one on the bed, Gabe sitting atop him, kissing back with everything he had. His hands found their way into the mop of brown hair, fingers twisting into the luscious strands.

Sam was overjoyed. His heart was feeling like it was going to burst, his lips on fire with the smothering, pleasant spark that was Gabriel. A smile went into their kiss as Sam's arms pulled the smaller boy closer, wrapped around him possessively.

Gabe's tongue swiped across his bottom lip, a small gasp and a moan crossing the boundary a moment after. Sam allowed him to, his own joining in.

"OTP OTP OTP! YOU OWE ME A FIFTY, YOU CALENDER! I WAS RIGHT FOR ONCE!"

Sam and Gabe drew away quickly, but the taller boy refused to let him move from his spot in his lap. Their heads flipped to where Micheal and Dean were standing in the now open doorway. Sam felt the rush of crimson to his cheeks.

Micheal sighed and handed a dancing Dean a fifty dollar bill, rolling his eyes. His brother danced obnoxiously, humming along to some song neither of the younger two recognized.

The oldest brother grabbed Dean's ear and dragged him out, giving Sam and Gabe an apologetic look. The door swung closed behind them.

"You... know I fell in love with it, then?" Sam asked awkwardly, his voice cracking slightly, still a tad husky.

Gabe grinned. "Now I do. I never thought you'd feel the same way."

Sam shrugged and pulled Gabe back in to another kiss. This was one thing that was never going to grow old.

*Squeals and waves around arms* THAT WAS ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS I'VE EVER WRITTEN.

Seriously, I usually only write angst. Well, not in oneshots because I build it up, but still.