A/N: Another little drabble. It's short and silly and pointless. No plot really. Sorry for any mistakes!

That's it…Enjoy!

I Can Do Quiet.

"I just can't believe he said that!"

"Jeremy you're taking this whole thing way too seriously."

"Oh, I am?"

"Yeah you are."

Tyler heaved a heavy sigh. They'd been fighting about this since they walked through the door of their apartment and hour ago from dinner. Or more accurately, Jeremy has been bitching, Tyler has been trying to tune it out. It was like listen to a broken record honestly.

He loved Jeremy to bits and pieces, he's his entire world but this was getting old. Sure that art dealer may have been off base with his comments on Jeremy's art work but was he honestly still dwelling on it. Jeremy's talented, everyone knows that and dwelling on the opinion of some stuffed up ponce who was clearly taking a bad day out of his final client. Unlucky for Tyler however, that final client happened to be his boyfriend and now he's stuck with a pissed off Jeremy and a bitch of a migraine, awesome.

Jeremy fixes him with a disapproving expression, lips pursed, eyebrows raised and Tyler fights the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. Yeah the guy was douche, but you win some you lose some. You brush it off and move on, water under the bridge.

"Jeremy, baby, listen to me please. I know what that guy said got under your skin; he shouldn't have taken his bad day out on you but this whole thing is just stressing both of us out. You're talented, you're amazing, you know that, I know that, that dickhead dealer probably knows it too and he gonna regret his decision of not signing you. His lose, yeah?"

"How can you be so calm about this?! Tyler, the things he said to me! Oh my God, if you had been there…"

Jeremy kept ranting, his words becoming background noise as Tyler moved through the apartment, Jeremy hot on his tail the entire time.

"What the fuck does he know?! I mean is he really that thick, that piece was good, not to sound conceited but…" Jeremy didn't get to finish his sentence although Tyler had a pretty good idea what he was going to say.

Tyler pressed him up against one of the walls of the living room, crowding against him, cutting off his words mid-rant with his lips. He wraps a hand around the back of Jeremy's neck, pulling him into him closer as he muffled the words he was about to speak, sucking them out of his mouth, replacing them with his tongue instead. Insults and upset fading away to make room for contentment, a surprised squeak leaving Jeremy's lips, a pleasant hum vibrating through the both of them.

Tyler pulls away from the other whose lips had been eagerly, happily responding to his. He smirks at a slightly dazed looking Jeremy, pecking him a few times before pressing their foreheads together. He breathes out between them, smiling wider as Jeremy sighs. The younger man looks a bit embarrassed, knowing that he had been bothering the other with his outburst. Jeremy worried his bottom lips between his teeth, before Tyler runs his fingers over it to release it from its pearly white entrapment.

"I'm sorry that mean art man upset you. He's not worth you're time, or dedication and he certainly doesn't deserve your magnificent artwork. He's a dick, you're still amazing, and you've got me. That's got to count for something…right?!" Tyler smirks at him, eyes twinkling mischievously as he takes a step back to let Jeremy evaluate him. Success rings through his mind as Jeremy chuckles at him.

"Yeah you're right," Jeremy smiles brightly as he nods his head, "I've got you," he pulled Tyler forward to kiss him again.

Jeremy starts tugging him in the direction of the bedroom, making Tyler laugh against his lips. Jeremy's pulling at his shirt, trying to drag it over his head as they stumble down the hall.

"Okay, I'm all for this," Tyler stops as Jeremy kisses him again, "but I need, uhm, what do I need? Oh uh, Advil, I need Advil."

Jeremy laughs again pushing him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. The bed squeaks and Jeremy smirks.

"But what about my Advil," Tyler whines playfully, Jeremy chuckles again and then there's silence.

Sweet, sweet silence only broken occasionally by the gentle groan or soft keen from behind the bedroom door, maybe Advil and ritzy art dealers weren't as important as originally thought.