Sam’s POV:

As I flipped through the pages of the Flash comic book, I sighed. I hated being alone all the time, but no one likes me. I wish I was a fabulous gay guy, then girls would beg to be my best friend. Alas, I am a nerdy dork in all AP classes, who’s never even skipped a day because I was sick.

I heard Gabriel, the school’s trickster, moan from the back of the library. I repressed the thoughts that were to arrive in my head. Every so often he brings someone back there to feel up. I can’t help but wish for that someone to be me. Why would he ever go out with me? I’m the two shoes virgin, at least that’s what Dean calls me. I wish I could change Gabriel like Castiel changed my brother. Castiel is Dean’s younger boyfriend and the reason he graduated high school. Castiel is a junior here, I’m a sophomore, and Gabriel is a senior.

It was the beginning of the year so why didn’t I try to socialize with others? Oh yeah. Everyone is mean. I tried to focus on my comics, but it seemed as if he moaned louder to bug me. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to calm myself down. Think of the Flash. Man how great it would be to be the Flash… I started to daydream about Barry Allen and how hot and awesome he was. I jumped when I heard the bell, and I started to pack up my stuff. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and looked behind me to see Gabriel all frazzled. His long hair was a tangled mess, he had a relaxed smirk on his face, and his shirt was backwards. He smiled at me, since he was Dean’s best friend, he knew me by association. I gave him a sad smile and walked away as quick as I could.

A few weeks later I had enough. I was having a terrible first month of school. People walked into me and shoved me out of the way as if I was nothing. As if I was invisible. Dean had become really moody lately, and started randomly yelling at me in the morning. My parents had become overbearing and wouldn’t leave me alone. I reached my limit when my teacher gave me a dentation for nothing.

It was lunch and I ran into the library bathroom. I looked myself in a stall, and leaned again the wall, and just sobbed. I leaned my head against the wall, and put my head in my hands. “Hey kiddo, you okay?” Oh great, now Gabriel can see me be a mess. Add it to the shitty moments of my life. “Uh, yeah,” I lied weakly in-between sobs. “Hey Samwich, open up. Come on, let me see you,” I sighed, stood up, and unlocked the stall door. He opened it and I had become a little taller than him. The trickster gave me a sad smile and I just collapsed on him. I gripped him tight and he stroked my back soothingly.

“I just- I can’t Gabriel. I don’t want to live anymore. Dean is moody and hates me for some odd reason. Nobody talks to me, I’m invisible. My parents are always taking out their anger on me, because they’re stressed about Dean not going to college and him being gay. I hate it. I hate getting up in morning. I hate looking in the mirror. Gabe, I’m no good. Everyone knows it too. I’m going to die alone. Getting up is a struggle and I know people have it worse and I feel terrible for being this depressed. I don’t even have it that bad. I just don’t want to live anymore,” I sobbed and sobbed too weak to stand on my own. He slid down holding me, and sat us down against the wall. “I can’t talk to people about Gabriel. I can’t add stress to my parents’ lives,” I sobbed louder and gripped him tighter.

Then the honey colored eyed senior did something that shocked me. He kissed the top of my head, and stroked my hair. “Shhhhh. It’s gonna be okay kiddo. I’m here now. It’s gonna be okay, I promise, I got you,” He rocked me back and forth starting to calm me down.

Finally my shaking stopped and I just sighed into his now wet shirt. I sat up quickly and started rambling some lame ass apology for ruining his shirt. “Hey kiddo, calm down. I didn’t like this shirt anyway. Just relax,” He cooed bringing me back into his arms.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked after a long pause of silence. “Does ‘you’re extremely adorable’ work?” He joked making me blush as I bury my head in his neck, hiding it. “Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know why you think you’re invisible, because I can’t keep my eyes off you, you little nerd. Well you used to be little, now you grew older and hotter,” His tone was even and completely serious. I sat up and looked down into his eyes. “You don’t think I’m invisible?” I asked confused staring right into his eyes.

 “Oh god no. You’re all I can see to be honest. When I wake up I see light which reminds me of you because you’re a bright kid. I go to school and some kid answers something in class, and I think of how nerdy you are and I smile. You know when that kid dropped his stuff and you helped him, I saw that. It made my heart warm to think you would you do that. It looked like instinct which shows how much of an awesome person you are. When I’m in the library, I’m thinking of you, so I moan as loud as I can to see how frustrated you get. And when I go to sleep, I see your shining hazel eyes and beautiful smile. Forgive me if I’m wrong but you doth teach the torch to shine brightest,” As he told me this he grabbed some wet paper towels and wipe the tears from my face.

“Did, did you just quote Romeo? From Romeo and Juliet?” I stifled a laugh. “Yeah… I guess I did. I think I’m more of a Juliet, don’t you think?” He threw the paper towels away and posed with a duck face and a hand on his hip. He stuck his butt out and puffed his chest. I giggled a little bit first and then I full I laughed. “That’s so not how Juliet poses,” I laughed out. His face lit up and teased, “Well then why don’t you show me how she poses then, Romeo?” I laughed and shook my head.

Without even thinking I grabbed his waist and pulled it forward. I grabbed his hands and placed them around my neck, making him go on his tip toes. I grabbed his hips and leaned down so I was an inch away from his face. “This is how Romeo and Juliet would pose, don’t ya think?” I whispered, with a smirk on my face. “Sammy, I didn’t know you could be so bold! What’s next? You going to make me moan in the library?” He teased inching closer so out lips brushed. “No, but I am going to make you moan in the library’s bathroom,” I whisper nibbling on his ear making him shudder. “Oh is that-” I cut him off with a kiss.

I grabbed his face in my hands, pressing him against the bathroom sink. All the tension I had felt for months, and months, was dissolving in this one kiss. He slid his tongue in my mouth and I pulled away. “What is it Sam?” Gabe asked with concern in his eyes. “I’ve uh never, really….” I trailed off hiding my blush. “You’ve never…? Oh! Oh Sammy I knew you were innocent but seriously? Never even played a little tonsil hockey?” The shorter boy teased me. “Ugh, shut up. It’s so embarrassing,” I put my hands in my face. He just chuckled. Cheeky little shit.

“Hey, hey, hey, now. It’s actually really cute. I guess this means you’re still a virgin, huh?”

“Gabriel stop it. I’m just never, uh, had occasion….”

“Aww, Sammy that’s so cute. I guess that makes me special, huh?” He joked but gently moved my hands from my face. He grabbed my face and kissed me slowly. Pulling away for a bit, his whispered against my lips, “Its not scary you know? And it’s not all about pleasure. It can be about something more if you want it to.” He grabbed my hands and raised them up and kissed me again. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored it. Oh shit. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? I panicked but it faded away as he tilted my head with a gentle touch. I soon figured out what to do, and god I loved it more than I should.

I placed a hand on his chest and I could feel his heart beating fast. He moved his lips from my mouth and left a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. I grabbed his legs and lifted him to sit on the sink. He locked his legs around my waist. As I leaned my head back, he sucked and bit at my neck. I sighed in content. I brought it face up to my lips and it was like we reconnected again. Kissing him didn’t feel as weird and exciting as I thought it would. It was like a greeting. It felt natural. Kissing him gave me strength. I heard the bell ring and I separated from him slowly, leaving him begging for more.

“Gabe, I have to get to class,” I sighed trying to move from the sink but he grabbed it, not letting me move without hurting him. “Gabe, what are you ahhhh,” He moved his hand into other areas, and lips had reattached themselves to my neck. He slid a hand up my t-shirt, taking time to feel each little bit of my skin. His other hand was in-between my legs and I was having trouble focusing. “Gabe, I, Gabbbbeee. I have a, a. I had. A. There was. A. a thing,” What did I have to do again? “Sam, stay with me. I need you. I want you,” He moved his hands to slowly move my shirt up. Wait a minute.

“Gabe, Gabe. Stop it. I, ahhh, I don’t want…. I don’t want to be another hook up. You’re going to forget me…” I trailed off prying his hands from me. “No, Sammy. That’s not what I meant. Come on, let’s skip. I want to take you somewhere,” Gabriel looked deep into my eyes making it hard to say no. Then he moved his hips and all reasoning went out the window. “Uh, yeah. I can skip,” I mumbled and his face brightened considerably. “Great, let’s go Sammy,” The trickster grabbed my hand and jumped off the sink, dragging me out of the bathroom. What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: Sorry it's so spaced out. I'm too lazy to fix it lol. Ughhh I feel ill. By the way, that depressed Sammy had some inspiration from my life. No I don't have a gay brother, but that would be awesome. i would have someone to talk to. Even though I'm not male, or completely gay, then again I'm not straight..... Bi power. Anyways the other chapter might be in Gabriel's POV, and may be part two. 

BTW would've posted this earlier but if my dad had found me writing hot gay fanfiction, I might get my computer taken away. but it's posted now! :)