Sam and Gabriel were on another 'study date'. It had become their thing to meet up at the library at the end of the week, seeing as Gabriel was actually failing Spanish cause he spent the whole class staring at Sam instead of taking any notes whatsoever. But, to Gabriel's delight, Sam had made a deal with him. For every half hour of homework he did, he could make out against the stacks with his moose.

Nothing had ever been so motivating in his life.

But now Gabriel was ready to kill his computer because he was supposed to be working on homework, but that couldn't happen if his STUPID LAPTOP DIDN'T CONNECT TO THE SHITTY LIBRARY INTERNET.

He was beginning to think the library was cockblocking him. He couldn't blame it. He had messed up the stacks a lot recently.

Gabriel let out a groan.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"My stupid computer won't connect!" He complained. Sam slid over.

"Let me try,"

"What, you're a computer whiz too all of a sudden?" Sam shrugged.

"Dean says I radiate wifi. Maybe it'll help you." He fiddled with the computer for a moment, tapping into the wifi with ease. Gabe stared at him in awe as Sam went looking for his browser.

"MAGIC WIFI MAN-" Gabriel started, but Sam cut him off as his eyes widened.

"DUDE."

"What?"

"DO YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE A FOLDER ON HERE LABELED 'PORN'?" Gabriel froze.

"YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT," He lunged for the laptop and Sam snagged it, laughing.

"Oh no, I've got to look in it now," He insisted.

"Samuel we are IN PUBLIC-"

"If you didn't want people to see what's in here, then you shouldn't have made a folder."

"I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WAS GONNA BREAK INTO MY LAPTOP."

"You should always expect people to break into your electronics, honestly. You're lucky I'm not looking up your search history."

"OH DEAR GOD-" Sam laughed harder and opened the folder. "WAIT-"

Sam had been expecting certain things when he clicked on the folder. Guys, girls, playboy centerfolds and firemen magazines, the bee movie, etc.

He was not expecting to be greeted by a folder full of pictures of himself. 

He slowly turned his head to look at Gabriel, who had buried his face into the desk with shame.

"What is this?" He asked calmly.

"Pictures of you being cute." Gabriel muttered. Sam started to scroll through them. Pictures of him in Spanish Class (how had he not noticed Gabriel taking them?), pictures of him in the library, on their dates, in the cafeteria-

"THIS IS JUST A PICTURE OF ME EATING SOUP!" Sam yelled. "What the hell is cute about that??"

"You had bedhead!" Gabriel insisted. "And besides, you always look cute."

"Oh my god."

"I'm sorry I took stalker pictures of you cause you're a hot moose."

"I don't even- I can't-" Sam kept scrolling, shaking his head. "When did you even TAKE these?"

"I have my ways."

"And more importantly, WHY IS THE FOLDER CALLED PORN?" Gabriel shrugged.

"Had to make it something people would avoid, cause, you know, MOST NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T IMMEDIATELY GO SNOOPING INTO PEOPLE'S PORN FOLDERS."

"MOST NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T HAVE PORN FOLDERS WITH NOTHING BUT CANDID PHOTOS OF THE PERSON THEY'RE DATING."

"WELL SINCE WHEN ARE EITHER OF US NORMAL?" There was a loud shush and Sam and Gabriel went red.

"...You're lucky you're cute," Sam muttered, closing the folder and giving him back the laptop.

"I'll stop taking them if you want," Gabriel said. Sam sighed.

"Gabe, if you wanted pictures of me, all you had to do was ask."

"SERIOUSLY?"

"Yes." Gabriel grabbed his phone.

"Then you know what that means!"

"Oh no."

"PHOTOSHOOT TIME!!!"

"This is replacing your make out session, I hope you know that."

"Deal, only if I can take a picture of us kissing."

"Oh, so you want blackmail against me for the rest of my life?" Gabriel scoffed.

"Please, Samuel. My blackmail's in a different folder." Sam opened the laptop back up and searched for a moment.

"Is it in the 'Slutty porn' folder?"

"Dammit."

********

Charlie stared down a pool table, wishing that her hours of playing video games would give her whatever amount of coordination one needed to play this game.

And also that Jo would be kind because she had literally no idea how pool worked.

Would it be too much to ask if they could just make out on the table instead of playing? Cause that fantasy was looking better by the second. Especially the making out part. Charlie wasn't picky on where as long as Jo was the one with her. She'd make out in a dumpster if that girl asked.

But if she did get the option of choosing where their intense make out session would happen, a pool table was pretty high up on that list. Not as high as the counter at Harvelle's Diner after hours, which Charlie had several glorious memories of, but not as low as the school parking lot either, that had been a bit of a disaster.

Jo walked up with a couple of cues and handed her one.

"Do you know how to play?" She asked. 

"Not a freakin clue," Charlie said, proudly holding the cue upside down and surveying the supplies. "I assume we have to roll the balls in chalk or something?" Jo laughed.

"Not quite," She smirked and Charlie paused. She knew that smirk. She had been staring at Jo's face for long enough that she knew all the smirks and smug looks she had and that one-

THAT ONE meant that she had ulterior motives and her plan was going exactly how she wanted it to.

WHAT DID THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THEM PLAYING POOL?

Ah, there was the return of the flop sweat. 

"First," Jo instructed, turning the cue around in Charlie's hands. "We're gonna chalk the end of the cues, and then I'll rack the balls."

"Then you'll WHAT?" Charlie croaked, her eyes widening. Jo fought back a laugh.

"Rack the balls." She repeated, holding up a plastic triangle.

"I thought you didn't like balls, isn't that why we're dating?" Jo burst out laughing.

"You're right," She insisted. "But I meant the pool balls- you know what I'm gonna stop talking."

"And I will refrain from creating an entire comedy special based around pool balls, cause you would think if he wore a swimsuit you wouldn't be able to see any-" Jo momentarily died.

"OKAY!" Jo started again, after they had set everything up. "Do you want to break or should I?"

"Neither, I wanna keep dating you," Charlie said seriously.

"The BALLS, CHARLIE-"

"No thank you, I prefer boobs."

"Oh here we go again-"

****

Jo broke and called stripes and then it was Charlie's turn.

"So I just jab the stick at the ball and hope for the best?" She guessed. "And- my god, there really is no way to describe this game without it turning super sexual, is there?" Jo shrugged.

"The point of the game is to use sticks to put balls in holes, of course it's gonna be sexual, now let's fix your form cause it's a mess."  

Jo wandered over, placing her hands over Charlie's and showing her how to properly hold the cue and line up a shot. 

"And now," Jo said, wrapping an arm around Charlie's waist to bring them even closer together. "You just tap it in." Charlie had barely heard a word of the instructions because OH MY GOD JO WAS SUPER CLOSE TO HER AND HER HANDS AND-

And suddenly every fanfiction she had ever read about sensual games of pool made complete sense and making out on a pool table jumped four spots higher on her list.

It also occurred to her that she now knew what Jo's smirk had been about. That sly bastard just wanted an excuse to get all handsy, well that was just....

That was just Charlie's idea of fucking heaven, to hell with pool and its balls.

"What was that about this game being sexual?" She whispered and Jo grinned.

"It can be less sexual if you want," She offered, moving her hand away.

"Actually I think I'd like it better if it was more," Charlie said quickly. 

"Oh? And how do you propose we do that?"

"Well... You're teaching me the rules for normal pool, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Why don't you show me the rules for strip pool?"

"Oh my god."

"Assuming that's a thing."

"You have literally no idea how many fantasies you're fulfilling right now."

"Well if this ends with us making out on the damn pool table, then yes, I think I do."