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It was one of those lazy Saturdays, the kind of Saturday that started with both Sam and Gabriel laying in bed for half an hour, alternating between Gabriel cuddling Sam and Sam watching Gabriel roll around and complain about not wanting to get up. When Sam finally dragged him out of bed to help make breakfast- omelettes cooked while dancing about the kitchen and half-stale donuts- neither one of them had bothered changing from their pjs. Now Sam had settled down at his desk to surf the web, still in his sleep pants and nothing else, while Gabriel sprawled out on the couch a few feet away, listening to Sam’s keyboard click and the rain pattering the window. Peaceful, quiet companionship…
Crunch. Sam looks up sharply to see Gabriel chewing the remains of a butterscotch disk. The Winchester simply flicks an eyebrow, returns to his silent browsing, despite the distinct crinkle of a cellophane wrapper that tells him another candy is being opened.
Crunch. Sam glances over again, receiving only a cheery, smug grin for his efforts. As he watches, Gabriel reaches for another butterscotch, twists the wrapper off noisily, and tosses the bit of cellophane onto the floor to join the first two.
Crunch. This disk too, is reduced to shards in only a few seconds. “You know, those would last longer if you sucked on them instead of chewing them right away.” Sam remarks.
"Sammy," Gabe responds in a scandalous tone, "do you just like the idea of me sucki-"
“Not everything needs to be an innuendo.”
“But I can’t resist an shot like that.” Gabriel rolls onto his back and attempts to rest his feet on the sofa arm. His feet don’t reach the sofa arm. He dangles one over the edge of the couch instead.
"I was just hoping for a little quiet, is all." Sam concludes.
"Sure thing, sugar." Gabe stops talking, unwraps another candy, quietly this time, and Sam turns back to his article for a few good minutes.
Crunch. Sam draws in a breath and slowly looks over, shooting the resident candy-lover an intense bitchface. Gabe’s got an innocent little grin on his face, that completely gives away his motives.
Sam closes the laptop. “Okay, now you’re just looking for attention.” He can’t help the smile that creeps into his voice, not while being faced by the “sheepish but entirely proud of getting what he wanted” Gabriel.
"Bingo." Gabe raises his eyebrows suggestively- what doesn’t he do suggestively- at Sam, who gives in, crosses the room in two strides and kisses his boyfriend.
Gabe tastes, unsurprisingly, like butterscotch.