Ink It Up :Gabe:

[James Dillion Halsey]

Sitting with his legs under him, leaning against the couch, James got off work about an hour ago, and to his surprise he wasn't actually alone in the house. Usually he came home first and Gabe was out with the band practicing, but he didn't really comment. He didn't want to make it a big deal in case it wasn't intential, instead he just smiled and gave his boyfriend a kiss in passing. Plus James had something he wanted to show Gabe anyway, but he wanted to shower first. James was glad that he was seeing more of his boyfriend, he was glad that he didn't quit his job like he had planned. Every morning since James had told Gabe he was leaving, he was grateful that that he didn't. James showered, since he knew he smelled like the bar and Gabe had made it pretty clear the bar smell was..well, awful. In all honesty, James had gotten used to it over the time he's worked there.

It was kinda funny to the younger man, James wasn't naive, he knew he was the more materalistic one between the couple. He knew that, but he was fine with it. But when it came to the bar, Gabe had no issue telling him to shower when he got home from it when James couldn't even smell the difference anymore. But since Gabe was already here, he didn't want to even get conversation started. Getting out, using a drying charm and putting on a hat, James didn't even bother with doing his hair the way he normally would. He was home for the night anyway right?
 
Wrong. Watching his boyfriend on his guitar was a simple thing, really it was, but James was bored! He looked down at the popcorn in the bowl, he looked back at Gabe then back at the telly, James really should have known better then to do this by now, Gabe looked like he wanted to focus, but James wanted to do something. He took one of the kurnals from the bowl and flicked it at Gabe's guitar. Knowing there was better ways to get boyfriend's attention, he looked back to the telly with a small smile.

Gabriel Roman Sykse

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabe had finished practice early and had gone home to just enjoy the quiet. He knew James would still be working, so he wouldn't have to deal with his whining until later. Before he had gone home, he made a detour to the jewelry shop. James had continuously insisted that he just proposed, but Gabe wanted to do it right, with a ring. He figured that a dinner was too cliche, but at a concert seemed like a good deal. Yeah, he wanted to make it big. Proposing at a concert wouldn't be expected, or would it? He had been unsure so he'd decided to contact his best mate Jaxson, who'd been at home with Logan. They'd discussed and they had decided that it would be a good idea and probably somewhat unexpected. Gabe would have to talk with the guys first and pick out a concert. One where there would be a lot of friends. Making it a special event would be too obvious. By the time he'd left Jaxson's house there was about an hour until James would get off work. His time had been wasted.

Returning home he showered, started dinner and finished dinner, but didn't bother eating, and then sat down to play the guitar, singing a few lyrics that he figured could match. When James arrived twenty minutes after he'd started playing he just knew it was going to be the end of his peace, but surprisingly James had  been quiet. He took advantage of it and played on, pausing only when he felt a kurnal hit his guitar. "Is there something I can help you with," he asked in a mild tone. Did James know how much this caused?

[James Dillion Halsey]

James just shrugged, like he had no idea what his boyfriend was talking about. He bit the corner of his lip, giving in because the younger male was impatient and bad at surprises. The ex-Gryffindor was awful around Christmas time. He moved right over next to Gabe, leaving the popcorn on the table. "Remember how I said I got a tattoo whenever you went over to Jaxson's for fucking ever?" James paused as if Gabe as going to suddenly forget their little bet, which of course James would completely deny ever being upset when Gabe had returned from his friend's. "By now you know I obviously didn't actually go to that, which if you had wrote me that I would have demanded at least a bloody picture..which you didn't." James said as if he had a point in his lying instead of babble.

Standing up, the younger male took off his shirt with his back towards his boyfriend. Even though he was excited about showing Gabe, he was also pretty nervous that Gabe wouldn't like them. With one tattoo on the back of each of his shoulders, and one hidden still James waited until he heard something from the older man before he told about the last one. "So? What do you think? This one is for us, this one is for your music...and I thought, since you would probably like this over a ring and candlelight." James started to talk quieter as his nerves started to take over more that he stood there.

"Was I right? I mean, I can do that, but I didn't think you'd be that into me switching the tables trying to make this romantic rockstar." James never pictured himself kneeling and proposing, even though he is a guy. He really could see Gabe being more embarrassed then happy if James up and switched roles and did that, so this was James's response to the other night. The joke was teasing, but he'd do it if Gabe wanted him, but even though the younger male highly doubted that Gabe wanted to be romanticized, he still might not like the new permanent ink either.

Thinking it over, James got closer to Gabe, standing in front of the guitar in his boyfriends lap, "I have one more...that one's just for you." James made zero movement indicating he was going to shows off the last piece of ink art.
 
For Us - Tattoo
For Your Music - Tattoo

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabriel looked at James when he shrugged and waited. He knew James would crack eventually and when he did, the guitarist narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I remember how you said you'd get a tattoo and I also remember how I went to Jaxson's house for a week. Anything else," he asked with an unimpressed look upon his face. James must have thought he had horrible memory or something. He then nodded very slowly when James stated the obvious. "Of course you didn't, you're not that dumb." The Asian male rolled his eyes when James complained about a picture. However when his boyfriend took off his shirt, Gabe just stared.

"I stand corrected...." He looked at each of the designs, wondering how much James had paid for it all. They weren't pushing for money or anything, but that was a lot of ink. Gabe had a good deal of ink too, but that was before James. When asked about his opinion, he remained silent for half a second before responding. "It's nice." He then nodded. "I suppose it is better than a ring and candlelight." Although he'd be less shocked over something like that. He watched the other move. "One more for me?" Did James not realize that ink was permanent and that each tattoo should have meaning for him and him alone? At least, that's what Gabe thought. He'd get no one's name tattoo on his skin and he sure as hell wasn't getting a tattoo for anyone but himself.

"Tell me it's not my name," he demanded dryly. He set the guitar aside and pulled James towards him. "You don't smell like the bar, impressive." He smirked. "Show me the tattoo James."

[James Dillion Halsey]

Taken back, why the hell would it be dumb for him to get a tattoo? Gabe had bloody tattoos!! James's confusion was obvious, he just starred at his boyfriend for a second, hoping that it would just dawn on Gabe how little sense that sentence made. But he showed him anyway, he was pretty proud of what he did until the comment was made. "It's nice? Permanent ink Gabe! You like this stuff..I was hoping you'd like this."

Nodding, yes one more for the man he was going to marry. "Yes. One more for you. Because it's permanent, like how you said we'd get married some day. That's also permanent....Ugh Damn it Gabe!" He pushed Gabe's chest, yes, he fucking showered, he made sure he didn't smell like the bloody bar. This was supposed to be something nice for his boyfriend, not something Gabe would make fun of!

Debating for a second, he undid his jeans, and on the inside of James's leg laid a tattooed guitar about 6 inches long, with the strings spelling out the word "his". James had meant to mean along the lines of "his" and "hers" but he wasn't going to go out and buy towels for that kind of thing! "Make fun, make one more joke and I swear to Merlin, I'm going to punch your face." James didn't even know if he was serious anymore.

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabe smirked when he saw James confusion and then he had to listen to the other whine and complain. "Yeah, it's nice. Did you even know what that said before you got it, or did you just pick and pray?" He gazed at James for a long moment. The guy was an idiot at times. "I mean, what would you do if that didn't say music or eternity?" He shook his head lightly and then gave a heavy sigh. "I do like stuff like this, for myself." He had lost tattooed on the back of his neck in Kanji and a dragon on his back. He had a treble clef on his left wrist with Roman underneath it, and half a sleeve of tribal on his upper arm. On his right shoulder there was a grim reaper with three skulls at it's feet. So yes, he did enjoy ink.

Gabe sighed. "Damn it James, we are going to get married and yes it will be permanent, now stop trying to remind me at every waking second." He huffed when James pushed him. James was two seconds from finding himself on the floor. He frowned before he watched the other undo his jeans. Merlin, please don't let this tattoo be where I think it will be. I swear I'll kill him. When he saw it was on Jame's leg instead he nodded slowly. "This is for me," he asked with a smirk, almost snickering when James demanded that he crack a joke. His eyes grew amused. "I dare you," he said when James claimed he'd punch him. He even turned his head to the side. "Go ahead."

James had really gone above and beyond this time. Idiot had gone out and got tatted up and for what, for him? The bastard had tried to leave him and now he was getting tattoos. Some apology that was. "Are you proposing to me," he asked with a snicker. He couldn't help it. He liked to push James just because he could. James didn't have his patience, his ability to take the heat. They were perfect for each other. Balanced.

[James Dillion Halsey]

James just glared, redoing his clothes, instead of punching his boyfriend like he said he would, he just pushed on Gabe's face with his fingers and pulled away from him. Fuck him. He thought it was a good idea! "The point wasn't to remind...nevermind, Merlin, your such a dick." James was a little put out, but he was pretty embarrassed too. Gabe had tattoos, why was it bad that James got some for the both of them? James likes to look at them and see that he belonged to someone, and he thought that Gabe would just like them for whatever reason that the older male liked tattoos for!

"Since you obviously don't care about them, wanna make another bet with me and see if I can find someone who would actually apperiate them?" James was more pissed off again, why was it every time James thought he had good ideas, he just got made instead? Why did Gabe have to go and make fun every time!?

Taken back again, was he purposing? "You already did that." James said speaking about the other night where Gabe had told him they were going to get married, sure there wasn't a ring, but they were as good as engaged already right? "Why can't you just stop being a jerk and just say you like it? I got a permanment symbol saying I'm ours."

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabe smiled lightly as James started with his temper tantrum. He waited until James was done so that he could speak. "Stop whining and acting like a baby. If you go to the bar I'll make you sleep on the couch." He waved James over. "Come here for a moment, I want to see them up close. They really are nice and thoughtful and if you can be tough enough to deal with a needle grinding into your skin then I suspect that I can like them." He leaned back on the couch and sighed heavily. "Ah, you're really odd, you know that. Getting tattoo so that you know you belong to me. Next time you should get one that says property of Gabriel Roman Sykse. That way everyone will know you're mine," he said fondly.

"Sorry for being a dick, seriously. I do want to see them close up, make sure whoever did it didn't mess up on anything. If you really wanted a tattoo you should have come to me, I would have referred you to my artist. I'm a bit overdue for one myself, we could have got it done together." He grinned. "If it makes you feel better, I'll get a bottle tattooed on my arm with hers on the strings." It was an obvious joke to lighten the mood. He didn't want James mad at him all night.

[James Dillion Halsey]

James was about to resort when his boyfriend started to actually get more nice about everything, the younger male sighed like this was stressing him out when really he was so used to this. Gabe would rile him up with no problem, just to say the perfect thing to calm him right back down. James never asked if his boyfriend did it on purpose, but he suspected he did. He moved back over to Gabe, take off his shirt again so that Gabe could really see them again. "I'm keeping my pants on, you were a jerk.." Even though James said it, he was smiling again. He laughed when Gabe told him to get his name, "Hey now! You said that was like the first rule of tattoos or some shit when you got yours!"

James wasn't against getting his boyfriend's name on him somewhere, but he knew that would only be fuel for Gabe if he ever did, and he doubted that Gabe would even like that. "If they messed up, I'm going to kill him. I made sure to write that shit myself before I went in, because I knew they're more than likely be British." James wasn't kidding either, if there was permanent ink on him that wasn't accurate or looked bad, James was going to be returning to said shop for blood.

Turning around and smacking Gabe's chest, "You better not! I'm not a girl." Even though James was pretty happy Gabe understood the meaning, "his and hers" for the tattoo he had gotten. He figured the older man would just look past it. "Or I'll ink your guitar next."

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

"Or you can take them off, Juliet." He kissed his boyfriend and then started to examine the tattoos. "Not bad, not bad at all," he spoke. "No scarring, not much redness, yeah, he did an awesome job." He then smirked. "I'm glad you listened to me about the name thing." He ruffled James hair and pushed him off to the side of the couch, well, more like picked him up and moved him. "I cooked dinner in case you're hungry," he said as he picked up the guitar and moved towards the bedroom to put it away.

He rubbed the spot where James had smacked his chest. "You're getting physical lately. Maybe getting hers is a bad idea," he said with a small laugh. The guitarist returned a moment later to lay down on the couch. "Will you put something in the DVD player, I'd like to watch a movie." He yawned lightly. "If you ever ink my guitar I will break you in two, just a fair warning."