Des chuckled as he stretched, flopped on the couch while he watched TV. Gabriel was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Des had tried to help him, but he'd just kept getting in the way and distracting Gabriel by grabbing his ass. Gabriel had finally had to banish Des to the living room, citing the fact that he wanted to get the ( Read more... )

“...I’m not going to argue this with you again, dammit! I’ve had this discussion with you before, and I’ve tried to be a civilized adult, but you’re just too damn stubborn to listen ( Read more... )

Photo promptDesmond, when he was asleep (and quite honestly, most of the time when he was awake, as well), didn’t know the meaning of the words “personal space.” More often than not, Gabriel would wake up to his boyfriend’s comatose body draped across him in some fashion. He’d never really shared a bed with someone so clingy before, but Gabriel ( Read more... )

Desmond stood at the sink, actually washing his dirty dishes for once instead of just dropping them into his dishwasher. His back was to the kitchen door and, as far as he knew, he was alone in the apartment. He didn't hear the front door being opened, his boyfriend Gabriel using the key that Desmond had given him for their three month ( Read more... )