Decious Residence (perm)

[Tobias Decious]

There was that rubbing sensation again...
"Tch. Quit it."
Warm breath passed over his ear, a spongy wetness crossing it, and he flailed, "Gunnar....stooop."
"Make me, Pretty Boy," warm breath and teeth.
Closing his eyes, he sighed, it was too early for sex. WAY TOO EARLY DAMNIT! But...

"Oooh."

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"Hey! Oh come on, Tobias! You're goin to be late!"
Shaking, earthquake, land tremor? No- horny lover trying to make him get out of bed after 2 hours of early morning romance.
"Let me sleeeep! I don't want to have-"
"I said: YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

Flying out out bed, he rubbed his eyes, "What?"
"Late. Understand yet?"
Fuck

[Tobias Decious]

Walking in, he sighed. Closing the door and tossing his saddle bag to the side of the room, Tobias shook his head.

Alone.

Gunnar was at work. He would be until it was time for bed. He was lonely. Wanted to cuddle or at least be greeted by someone who seemed to give a damn about his day. Sure it had been alright but..he wanted more out of his day than just school and an empty house. Looking around at the sparsely furnished home, he shook his head, running a hand through golden hair befor sitting on the floor.

Broken.

He hated being alone in the new house. It still smelled like the people who had lived here before them. There was nothing that smelled like..them. It had been promised a few times now that this would change, but it had yet to happen. Gunnar had also promised a pet, but again that hadn't yet come to pass. He was tired of being alone in this big stupid house!

Annoyed.

Getting up, Tobias grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair into a ponytail. Stepping outside, he lit a cigarette and took a long frustrated drag. Covering his face and leaning against the banister of the porch. He hated it here. It may have been better that his old place with...that man. But there was no one to talk to, no one to put up with him, no one to fight with and most importantly: no one to cuddle up with and chat about the stresses of the day. Gunnar was usually tired and grumpy by the time he came home- there was a reason sex was always so early in the morning on weekdays.

Waterworks.

Shaking his head, feeling a lone tear roll down his face, ruining his perfectly applied eyeliner, he pressed his hands against his face and just let more tears follow.

This is what his therapist called 'destressing'.

[Tobias Decious]

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he snarled, bursting into the room and throwing his shoe at the man he loved- but at this moment, could have killed and mourned his loss for all eternity.

Gunnar caught the shoe, looked over, cocked an eyebrow, "What do you need, Sweetheart?"

Tobias shook his head, stomped his now shoeless foot, "You threw them out again!"
Gunnar sighed, "Yeah. I did."
"I bought them! With MY money! Not yours! Stop throwing them out!"
"So I can watch you die faster?"

Tobias shook his head, "I'M NOT GOING TO DIE! THEY'RE JUST CIGARETTES!"
Gunnar's eyes narrowed, "You best lower your voice at me, Tobias. The neighbors will hear and think," he chuckled evenly, "I'm beating you."
Tobias' piercing blue eyes narrowed, he slammed open the window and shouted, "THEN LET THE DAMN NEIGHBORS HEAR! MAYBE ONE OF THEM WILL TAKE PITY ON MY AND ACTUALLY TRY AND MAKE FRIENDS!"
"Last warning, Tobias, use your indoor voice- or it's going to get very messy in here."
"OH WHAT'RE YOU GONNA' DO? BREAK MY LEGS?"

Gunnar stood- was at his throat in a flash, slammed Tobias against the wall- palm pressed against Tobias' throat the other against his stomach- pressing hard. Tobias winced as his baby blues met Gunnar's deep emerald, Gunnar's deep voice, usually filled with warmth- was now icy and harsh, "Would you prefer it that way, Tobias? Do you want me to treat you like those monsters did?"

Gunnar hadn't been this mad...never at him- never in front of him. Tobias, still held onto his pride, "You might as well be. You're never home- I never get to see you, you're gone. I'm not happy."

Gunnar's eyes lit with a new fury, " NOT. HAPPY. YOU'RE NOT HAPPY? I move us to a nice town, away from- from those demons. Try and give us a descent life by working my ass off for this little house- to get you through school," Gunnar turned away- letting go for a bare moment- shaking with such anger... Tobias foolishly stepped forward, to take it all back.

Gunnar grabbed his wrist and pinned Tobias with his knee in his back, "But would you prefer I try and lock you away? You want me to beat you until you pass out, leave you locked in a room all day- let you out to cook and clean, as I see fit? Well do you? I will- if that'll make you happy. Will it make you happy? Tell me! Will make you happy!"

Tear welled down his face, pressed it into the carpet, "No," he choked out.

"Then you want me to quit my job? Both of us move out onto the street?" he demanded, there was no weight to the knee, it was a simple submission- Tobias dared not break it.

"No...I just..I want you to be around more," he whimpered, eyeliner running- thank God for the stain resistant carpeting, "it feels like you're ignoring me- dodging me, trying to stay away from me with all the hours and the dinners with that bitch boss of yours. I just you to myself a little more often. Only a little."

Gunnar sighed softly, "Fine."

He got up, walked away to the kitchen. Tobias hesitated, slowly rose, walking to their room, sitting at his vanity and cleaning up his makeup. He..never let Gunnar see him without perfect makeup- only once or twice had Gunnar seen him without makeup on.

He blushed lightly and closed his eyes- before staring at himself, eyeliner perfect once again, he told himself, "You're a hideous monster, Tobias Shiloh. Selfish and miserable. A tantrum over cigarettes- how could you."

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Gunnar was cooking dinner, his famous gut blazing chili- Tobias' favorite. Even after that..Gunnar was the ever wonderful man. Wrapping arms around his shoulders, Tobias rested his chin on his lover's shoulder, watched, "Whatcha' makin'?"

Gunnar didn't answer immediately, "Something we both can enjoy with one of your chick flicks and a few hours of well needed snuggling- that is, if you're up to it."

Tobias smiled, rubbed his cheek against Gunnars', "Only if you can forgive me for being a callous idiot."
Gunnar smiled softly, "If you hand me the basil, I'll forgive you."
Tobias did, but only after tugging lightly on Gunnar's ear with his teeth. Gunnar took the basil and their world was calm again. Peace.