Written for justprompts: Comfort

“...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!”

Gabriel frowned as he closed the front door of the apartment he shared with Desmond, his boyfriend’s angry voice the first thing that reached his ears. He could tell that Desmond was on the phone, and he shrugged off his light jacket, hanging it up on a peg near the door. “Des?” he said softly as he crept down the hall. It had sounded like Desmond’s voice was coming from the bedroom.

Desmond scowled, oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend was behind him. He was standing next to the bedside table with his back to the doorway, the phone to his ear, and he shook his head in anger. “Listen to me, Grandma. You’ve got two options here -- you can just accept the fact that I’m in love with Gabriel and that I’m going to stay in love with him or you can go fuck yourself!”
( Gabriel winced at the reverberation of Desmond slamming the phone down into its cradle... )