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[gabe_bryan]

It's been a long night, he worked from the late afternoon until well after one, been bought a couple of drinks by a guy who'd been hanging around (nice suit, expensive watch - Gabe still smells a little of his aftershave) and taken his number with no real intention to call. If it had been another night maybe he'd have just gone home with him but as

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[auto_jaknife]

Jakob was rocking on his heels with a chipper grin, two foil wrapped sandwiches balanced in one hand, the other at his side from knocking on the door. He was in high spirits for no particular reason, other than the day had gone decent enough he'd be making rent the next day.

He tries not to think too hard about names to call this thing with Gabriel. He's damn good in bed and fun and amusing to be around. One of the few people Jakob can stand to carry on a conversation with. A real one, not those forced conversations he has with people when he's fishing. No. Actually, real conversations with real reactions.

"Pastrami, as ordered." He offered it out with a grin. "Do I get to come in?

[gabe_bryan]

There's barely been time to loosen the tie let alone take it off, there has been time to turn the TV on - that's a bad habit that perhaps Jakob can discipline out of him. No one else has been able.

If music isn't playing, if he's not playing, then the television will be on. A throwback to a childhood spent in its company.

Not that he ever thinks of it that way. Until someone mentions it he barely realises he does it.

And Jakob gets a smile that goes from ear to ear, he gets rewarded with so much inexplicable happiness even as Gabe has been reminding himself not to feel that way.

"Since you come with Pastrami I guess so - "

One hand takes the sandwiches and the other hooks into Jakob's pants, right down the front, making a handle, a slightly inappropriate handle, and pulling him inside.

[auto_jaknife]

Record time for Jakob. Not even in the door and Gabe's got a hand down the front of his pants, even if it is just a 'handle'

As for the tele, that was a habit to break for another night. He follows willingly along at first, eying the rest of the room. It should bother him, how much seeing Gabe happy tugs at his insides in ways not entirely sexual. A deeper level that rings familiarly as emotional. Dangerous grounds, but for now he ignores his concern.

"Work still going all right so far?"

[gabe_bryan]

"It's fine. Good." He releases his hold so he can close the door. "Fine and good."

The work situation is hard for him to explain. There's nothing wrong with the job, not really, it pays OK, the patrons tip better, the management is nice enough - it's not even hard work. Long hours, sure, but not hard work. He could walk through the numbers in his sleep.

Food is dumped on the table and Gabe pulls his suit jacket off, hangs it up.

"It's a good job, baby. I owe you one."

And Jakob gets a kiss to punctuate the sentiment.

But what Gabe can't say, what he won't say, is that not too long over a year ago, eighteen months, he'd been playing in world class orchestra's and now he's playing in bars for change - and it's not just the ego that hurts at that, it's so much more of him -

And then all the badness had happened.

And here we are.

Though looking at Jakob there here isn't so bad. Not bad by half.

"Don't worry. I'm behaving myself. You won't be embarrassed. Well, I won't embarrass you, anyway."