The perfect Present

He lounges back against the back of the couch, watching as Sam walks around the living room he was already so familiar with.
He and Sam had been doing this at least once a week since their brothers introduced them; they would just get together, listen to music, talk, and watch movies. It often ended with them cuddled on the couch, talking in whispers, and Gabriel was still in disbelief that the tall boy in front of him with the quickly forming muscles and broad charismatic smile was only 14. It seemed so unfair, like god had shown him the perfect present, then told him ‘No no no Gabriel, you have to wait four years to unwrap this one!’.
So Gabriel waited, impatiently, and had daydreams and fantasies that would probably get him thrown into jail if anyone ever knew. But he had yet to even kiss Sam, and honestly doesn’t even know if Sam wants to kiss him, to be with him…or if he’s just glad for the attention of an older male who’s, in Sam’s words, ‘pretty cool, for an old guy’. © Chapter 17, " Morning teach"