Honey, I'm Home :Gabe:

[James Dillion Halsey]

James laid back on the couch, he was watching the telly, one of the few muggle things he had in his house. He knew he could argue with his boyfriend about the items, but truly, James was sure he watched the telly more than Gabe did anyway. So James never bothered. Knowing he smelled like alcohol, after falling on the couch after his shift at the bar. The male couldn't find any energy to shower or to cook yet, despite his stomach growling. 

Noticing he was casting a tempus charm too often for his own liking, he couldn't help it. James found himself bored, he wasn't tired, but he wasn't ready to move from his comfortable position on the couch either. If Gabe got home already, he'd probably find it. He wondered where his boyfriend was anyway, probably practice with the band, or what Gabe called practice and James called leaving him alone for way to damn long. Even though he never said those words directly. 

Hearing the door open, James couldn't help but grin a little. "Finally..." James turned his head away from the telly, and moved his arms behind his head, "Next time I get off work, I'm interrupting your practice." No matter how many times the younger male had said this, he never did it. He was pretty sure Gabe wouldn't want him to and knew James wouldn't actually go out of his way to disrupt them. Even if James suspected they messed around for half of the time they spent together. 

Top Half of James's Outfit
With these Jeans

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabriel Roman Sykse could not live without music. It was his life, day in and day out. Although he had an adoring boyfriend waiting at home for him, he couldn't help but think of James as a sort of side dish. A very delectable side dish that he was sure would be waiting for him at this very moment. Just the mere thought left him feeling very amused. James wasn't too fond of him coming home late like this, or so that's how Gabe interrupted it. Honestly he couldn't say he really cared. James was a big boy that could handle his own and Gabe was working, so it was a valid excuse. Even as he packed his gear he imagined what James would have to say to him when he walked through the door. Probably one of his many complaints. He can be such a girl at times. He's my little diva. Gabe smiled inwardly and swung his guitar across his shoulder as he headed for home.

Deciding to be the good boyfriend to make up for the late rehearsal, he picked up some food for them to chow down on in case James hadn't made dinner. The moment he stepped foot in the door he got his normal greeting. "You know, one day you will actually grow a pair and do just that and I'll have an excuse to leave your sorry ass," Gabe muttered as he shut the door and walked over to the smelly lump on the couch. "You stink," he said as he kissed the younger male. Raising the bags he waved them in front of James. "Are you hungry?"

Not waiting for an answer he put them on the table and slid his guitar off his shoulder and put his backpack down before he sat on the couch. He was tired. All he wanted to do was shower and then sleep, but he had to deal with James first. He smiled. He adored James even though he gave him a hard time. He didn't know where he'd be without the guy. "How was work?"

[James Dillion Halsey]

James rolled his eyes but smirked anyway noticing the bag of food, "Whatever, the sun shines around me and all that jazz...thank you for bringing food back." Leaning into the kiss as he sat up, he moved his arms around Gabe's neck as he moved with his boyfriend. Wrinkling his nose, he pushed Gabe away from him, before he pulled at his shirt, smelling it. It wasn't that bad! It was just kinda smokey..and yeah, okay, maybe he should have showered. "It's not that bad..." James mumbled trying to defend himself.

Moving his legs around Gabe's waist, he pulled himself behind Gabe, moving his hands to steal a piece of food from Gabe with his fingers from his position. "Eh....work sucks as usual. But I got tips! Which is both rare and kinda awesome.. Maybe I should keep the blonde...everyone likes a blonde." He snickered into Gabe's shoulder, "By the way thanks for noticing, it's only the biggest change on me since I got my tongue pierced...but you'd notice that."

Moving his hands up Gabe's back, and over his shoulders, he started to massage them with his thumbs pushing against the back of his shoulder blades. James did this normally when Gabe got back late, even if he did complain about it, James complained while being nice. He kissed the back of Gabe's neck, "You should just feed me if I'm doing this."

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

"The sun does what around you? I doubt it. James, you're completely off your rocker." He shook his head and then waved James off when he tried to defend himself. "James, you smell like a dying animal. Will you go take a shower before I gag." He ran his hand through his hair and then smirked as his lovely boyfriend moved around him. He knew what was coming next, but before that his food was stolen from his fingers. "You're a pig..." His brow twitched and he looked up at the shorter male. "Oh, you're blonde," he said as if he really had just noticed. "I was sort of hoping I was just seeing things."

He wasn't sure how he liked this blonde look. When did James even have the time? Maybe sometime between when you left at six am this morning and the time you came back, a voice in the back of his head spoke. Was this supposed to be a cry for attention? If so then it was a waste of time, money, and brain cells. Gabe wasn't going to give his attention whore of a boyfriend what he wanted unless he deserved it. This was not deserving of his attention. "Dye it back," he said plainly. "If you get jumped in the Alley because of it, it won't be anyone's fault but your own." That was his way of saying, 'I think this is a bad idea. I worry about you working in the Alley as it is. I don't need double the worry.'

He relaxed as the massage finally began. "I should do a lot of things, but I don't." Despite his words he raised the fork up to James face. He pulled his bag close to him and pulled out his music book. "The blonde looks good. You look innocent, even though you're far from it," he said as he read the notes. "My day was good too. Thanks for asking," he said with a sly smile.

[James Dillion Halsey]

Shoving Gabe again, James got up and moved away pouting. He liked his hair when he left for work this morning, if he was honest about it, he was actually pretty proud of being able to make it as blonde as it was without making it look bad. He pulled at his hair, looking at it, wondering if he should dye it back to it's original dark brown. "You're an ass...You know, the boyfriend thing to do is at least lie and say you like it."

Winkling his nose again, showing his dislike for what his boyfriend was saying, even if he was crossed armed in the corner of the couch. "You're an ass today, but whatever..I'll dye it back then." He would too, even though he liked it, he didn't want to walk around looking like a bimbo because the other male in the house didn't. He just wouldn't do it today..and probably not tomorrow either, just to be spiteful.

Taking a bite from the fork with a smirk, even if his boyfriend was being a jerk today, he did bring home dinner even though James could have cooked. Rolling his eyes as he chewed, "You hangout with your friends all day and play with your toys, no shit you had a good day." So what? He was still pouting a little.

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabe blinked when he was pushed. He turned and looked at the pouting male that was sitting in the corner. The Asian male rolled his eyes. "I'm an ass and you're acting like a brat. That doesn't exactly even things out." He got up off the floor and fed James another mouthful before he put the fork in the plate and climbed up towards his boyfriend and blocked him into the corner. He leaned down and kissed James. "Shut up. I told you that I like it. It's cute on you." He smiled and sat down in front of James, one leg hanging off the couch. "You're not going to be whiny all night are you?"

He looked towards the door, just because he didn't care to find something that was actually interesting. "I may get to hang with friends and play music, but you get to drink all day, gawk at cute guys, and flirt because I'm not there to keep a watchful eye. Come on James, lighten up. I'm just messing with you." He flashed him a smile. "Stop being a drama queen." He hugged his boyfriend, pulling him into his arms and holding him there so he couldn't break free. "So, how many guys hit on you today. Anybody I know. I don't mind a good fight you know."

 He didn't want to deal with a pissy James all night. He wanted to spend the evening with his boyfriend who he'd pissed off....Wow, this was his fault. Merlin, he should really try a bit harder to stop being an ass. "I'll do whatever you ask if you stop sulking. I'll even apologize." He smiled. "I'm s...s-so....nope. I can't do that."

[James Dillion Halsey]

It was hard to keep from smiling at that point, when Gabe blocked him into in the couch and started kissing him, James didn't know how to stay upset. Moving his hands around Gabe's shoulders, he was just gonna let it slide and forget about it, until Gabe called him whiny. Hey! If James made fun of his band or something, he knew Gabe wouldn't just sit there and smile about it. Groaning, he pulled his hands back off his boyfriend, and crossed his arms again. "You know, you're more than welcome to take the second bedroom, you don't need to be a jerk in order to get there." It was mumbled, but they were close enough together for the older man to be able to hear him.

Snorting, "There was only one actually, and he complimented by hair right off the bat. Unlike someone I know." James gave a pointed look. The guy James was talking about was older than him, but he came in at the minimum every other night, so he noticed the change in James's appearance, so he commented on it. "It was just the same guy who comes in all the time, the rest were old drunks. So...no, it was just to gross to try." James said causally, as if he wasn't telling his boyfriend he flirted around.

Rolling his eyes, he started to crack a smile again at Gabe's fake attempt at an apology, he moved closer to the older man, but didn't say anything, he moved his head on Gabe's shoulder. It was a silent, 'I'm still mad, but not as mad.'

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

"You are more than welcome to take the second bedroom as well," Gabe replied almost instantly. He smiled when he got James to come over and wrap his arms around him, but then he had to go and call him a whiny baby which messed it all up. Close, but not close enough. "Uh huh, one guy, sure." He shook his head. "Tell that drunk to stay away. You've got a jealous boyfriend that is overly protective of what is rightfully his." It was of course a joke, but he could be dead serious about it too, but not today. When James finally gave up and came over to rest his head on his shoulder, Gabe smiled and laid down with him.

The brown eyed male was well aware that he spent a great deal of time with his band. He was also aware that he had James to deal with. Deal with. That didn't sound very boyfriend like. No, it sounded like James was a hassle, and that was not the case at all. He bit his lip lightly and sighed. "Um, listen, I can take some time off from the band since we haven't spent much time together. I'll just meet with them when you're at work instead of leaving early in the morning." He paused for a moment. "Would that help," he asked. "I mean, we live together, we should at least be able to see each other more than a few hours out of the day." He didn't want James to think he was neglecting him, because that was the last thing he was trying to do. Stupid James making him feel like he was a bad guy here. The freakin sun might as well revolve him or whatever the hell he said earlier.

"We can just lay down and watch movies and stuff. Anything like. It'll be a few days dedicated to you and only you. I'll even go to work with you," he offered. He just wanted to make James happy. It was no fun when he was moping around. "And you can keep the hair," he said once more. "Just warn me next time or something. Dark brown to blond is a pretty drastic change. At least you can pull it off though, I'm not just saying that because we're together. Some people go blonde and it's like, what happened to them, but you go blonde and it's like, hey there gorgeous, tell me you're single."

[James Dillion Halsey]

Raising an eyebrow, "Uhm, that's not happening. You're cute for trying though." There was an apparent look of amusement printed on James's face, like he couldn't really believe that would even possible. While Gabe could move him, he didn't think he actually would. So the second bedroom was not really an option in James's mind. He smirked a little though, "The guy is like 30s and comes in everyday. You have a lot to worry about."

Loosing the smirk in trade for an excited smile, while James went on his own missions when he needed to or he'd be out at work, he liked coming home to Gabe every day. He liked having his boyfriend with him all the the time. He moved to straddle his boyfriend's legs, moving his hands on his shoulders, "Really? All weekend?" Even if he didn't sound doubtful, he wanted the words to be repeated so he could hear them again.

"Hey! I didn't see you complain when I just showed up with a tongue piercing. That's drastic." He fell beside his boyfriend, moving his head just under Gabe's chin, when they were laying down. Laughing lightly, he moved his leg up Gabe's, "Single? No, actually, I have this awesome boyfriend of like two years who seems to adore to be jerk about my looks. Why? Are you interested?" James teased. Times like this made it hard to stay upset.

[Gabriel Roman Sykse]

Gabe shrugged lightly at the comment about the guy that came in everyday. He closed his eyes and sighed, sinking into the couch as he got really comfortable. He was really hoping James would shower sometime soon, but his boyfriend was too busy talking his ear off. Oh how James seemed to love to talk. "Babe, I said I'd take off. What are you d-" He rolled his eyes as he stopped speaking. "Yes James, all weekend." He laid his arm behind his head and looked down at the shorter male as he laid down.

"Comfy?" He smirked. Gabe swore that James was like a child. How could someone like this manage to live a double life? Gabe just didn't understand it. His smirk faded lightly. "I didn't have to see your tongue ring," he said with a shrug. "It wasn't as noticeable as this. Regardless I can't tell you what to do or how to do it. You like your hair, keep it. I don't care." He wrapped his free arm around James. "Oh, so you wouldn't like to accompany to my bedroom for the night? I'm sure your boyfriend has nothing on me," he chuckled.

He was messing around with James. He loved being able to come home to this. Yeah, he had to deal with complaints first, but at the end of the night he got what he wanted, which was to have James curled up against him. He glanced to the tv. "What are you watching," he asked.