Johnny wants to laugh at Gabe's antics - he shouldn't be surprised - but he's too desperate, nearly tripping over himself as he pivots abruptly to follow his ridiculous teleporting boyfriend. His boyfriend.

He barely gets his hand to Gabe's cheek before Gabe hefts him back against the door and kisses him with a kind of insatiability that makes him shudder. He grips onto him, wrapping his arms around him, tangling fingers into his hair, clinging to this, this, this is his life now, it's so good and it's so much more than he deserves, but he can't bother about that right now, not with Gabriel murmuring against his skin like that.

He can't think of a single witty comeback. He can't think of anything. "I love you," drops in to fill the void, that's what happens now, when he has nothing to say, and he's not sure how he feels about that, either, but it's true, so. "I just wanted to - to give you-"

Words are complicated. So are doors. He almost draws one hand away to fumble blindly with the knob, as if he needs to bother with such asinine mechanics of architecture - remembering himself, he wills the door open, trusting Gabriel to keep him from hitting the floor, which is a decent enough metaphor, all things considered.