ello love

i'm gavin (but you should call me vav) and i like fire  %

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Gavin smiled slowly, lazily, the edges of his mouth curling up like burning paper. In his drunken state of mind, he could really only focus on one thing at a time, and right now he was completely drawn to the way Michael’s voice sounded in the night air; he began imagining what it might sound like formed into a moan, a breathless whine, Gavin’s name in the heat of ecstasy. He mulled over that very carefully before speaking again.

"What I’m offering, Michael… lovely little boy… I’m offering… just c’mere." He beckoned, spreading his legs ever so slightly - ostensibly to be more comfortable, but, you know, if Michael got some other impression from his movement, no harm done. "I want you to feel me," he said, lingering slightly on the word feel, “and see if my skin feels warm to you. I need you to help me with my… curiosity,” he finished in a drawl. 

Michael glanced over at Gavin before slowly walking over to him, finally giving up on trying to hide the pink dusting over his cheeks and creeping down his chest. It was embarrassing, sure, but there was nothing he could do about it. He shivers slightly (and not because of the cold) and looks down at the reflective surface at the pool, clenching and unclenching his hand before looking back up and catching Gavin's gaze.

"I-- yeah, okay," he manages to stammer out without sounding like too much of an idiot, swallowing thickly. Heat flares in his stomach and he steps closer to the stairs, leaning over and bracing a hand on either one of Gavin's thighs. "What do you want me to do?" he murmurs, tilting his head to the side slightly.

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Gavin let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding - the last vestige of the anxiety the alcohol pushed aside - when Michael agreed and moved forward, his fingers becoming points of contact. The touch on Gavin's skin wasn't cold; if anything, it was electric. A whisper of heat, but mostly nerve endings going off like crazy, and his head swam with the sensation. 

"I think we might need to get closer for this to work properly... c'mere," he said again, and this time he abandoned all pretenses and wrapped his arms around Michael's shoulders, pulling him clumsily against his own body so their chests were touching and their noses were an inch apart. He could see now with the minimal distance the absolutely lovely flush that painted Michael's skin, his enlarged pupils; could feel the way he breathed against him. Gavin moved his head minimally so the next words he spoke were against Michael's lips, a last warning for something Michael clearly wasn't going to back away from.

"Let me know if you get too hot," he muttered with a tiny grin before crushing their lips together, pressing his hands insistently into Michael's back.

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Gavin watched the boy pour more liquid courage into his body before joining him in the water, laughing to himself. Hopefully that meant he’d picked up on the overwhelming cues, but, you know, whatever. He’d make it work either way. 

He maintained decorum for a moment before glancing shamelessly at Michael’s bare body as it slipped into the water. He was still staring, dark-eyed, as the man surfaced. The moisture clung to Michael’s hair and made it darker, a few errant strands stuck to his forehead now. It was kind of hot, although Gavin didn’t know why. The alcohol was sweeping over his brain every few minutes, sinking in deeper and driving his mind further along one track.

He swam a bit back and forth, although he kept facing Michael, not daring to look away and compromise the eye contact he’d manage to capture. Michael looked beautifully nervous and slightly aroused, a combination he adored. “It’s just a bit colder than it probably is for you, boi. I’d still feel damn warm to you in here though, I think. Reckon I’ve never worked that out properly, people are a bit scared to try it most of the time.” Gavin looked pointedly at the other man, biting his lower lip and propelling himself backwards in the water towards the low, sloping stairs where he reclined.

"Do you want to test that out?"

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Michael could feel Gavin’s eyes trained on him as he walked around slowly, narrowly avoiding his gaze a few times. The few times they did make eye contact, Michael had to look away quickly and take a deep breath. It probably was pretty obvious how affected he was by Gavin; curse him and his inability to lie in sexual context. He dropped his arms and dragged his hands through the water as he willed the nerves creeping into his throat to calm down.

He had to repeat the Brit’s words a few times in his hazy mind for them to finally get them to sink in. “Too scared to do what- huh?” he muttered, finally looking over at Gavin to see him swim over to the stairs and lean against them. He hoped to God that it was dark enough to hide the prominent blush creeping up the back of his neck and into his cheeks, and he had to clench his hands at his sides a few times to focus his erratic thinking.

"I- whatever it is you’re offering," he said slowly, tilting his head down and splashing at the water absentmindedly, "I’m pretty sure I won’t say no. I mean, why the hell not, right? You probably won’t hurt me."

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Gavin smiled slowly, lazily, the edges of his mouth curling up like burning paper. In his drunken state of mind, he could really only focus on one thing at a time, and right now he was completely drawn to the way Michael's voice sounded in the night air; he began imagining what it might sound like formed into a moan, a breathless whine, Gavin's name in the heat of ecstasy. He mulled over that very carefully before speaking again.

"What I'm offering, Michael... lovely little boy... I'm offering... just c'mere." He beckoned, spreading his legs ever so slightly - ostensibly to be more comfortable, but, you know, if Michael got some other impression from his movement, no harm done. "I want you to feel me," he said, lingering slightly on the word feel, "and see if my skin feels warm to you. I need you to help me with my... curiosity," he finished in a drawl. 

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Gavin turned his head to really look at Michael, eyes dark and practically huge. “Are we… ?” He took a moment to let the words process correctly in his brain, although what he thought he heard was correct. “Um, yeah, we don’t need to… bloody… yeah, these boxers are nice. Don’t need to, like, bleach ‘em accidentally…” he said, quieter now that things might actually be happening. It wasn’t that he lost his confidence, it was just a temporary dip in bravado.

Which was remedied by getting to his feet with a slight stumble, slipping his boxers off with surprising dexterity, and tossing them behind him without looking back. He waited a second, took a deep breath, and jumped in. 

The water was colder than he expected, but he knew it would feel warmer to Michael thanks to the difference in their body temperatures. He surfaced, shaking droplets of water out of his eyes and grinning lazily at the other man. “C’mon, get over here!”

Michael nodded slowly and cracked a small smile. He had no fucking clue if anything was going to happen between them, anyway; but he silently, very silently knew something would. He swore under his breath and hoped that Gavin would dismiss as the blush resting high on his cheeks was just from his drunken state, and Michael had to physically turn away to keep himself from staring as Gavin stripped and jumped into the pool.

He, before actually making any move to get into the pool, took another long sip of his beer before slamming it down and pushing himself up. He stumbled only slightly as he shucked his boxers off to the side, and he set his glasses on the edge before diving (not-so-gracefully) into the pool.

Instinctively he wrapped his arms around himself after surfacing, shaking his hair out and blinking a few times to get the water out of his eyes. It wasn't really that cold, but, whatever. "It's actually pretty nice," he murmured, more to himself than anyone, starting to walk around to warm up. "Is water weird for you? With your stupid fire bullshit?"

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Gavin watched the boy pour more liquid courage into his body before joining him in the water, laughing to himself. Hopefully that meant he'd picked up on the overwhelming cues, but, you know, whatever. He'd make it work either way. 

He maintained decorum for a moment before glancing shamelessly at Michael's bare body as it slipped into the water. He was still staring, dark-eyed, as the man surfaced. The moisture clung to Michael's hair and made it darker, a few errant strands stuck to his forehead now. It was kind of hot, although Gavin didn't know why. The alcohol was sweeping over his brain every few minutes, sinking in deeper and driving his mind further along one track.

He swam a bit back and forth, although he kept facing Michael, not daring to look away and compromise the eye contact he'd manage to capture. Michael looked beautifully nervous and slightly aroused, a combination he adored. "It's just a bit colder than it probably is for you, boi. I'd still feel damn warm to you in here though, I think. Reckon I've never worked that out properly, people are a bit scared to try it most of the time." Gavin looked pointedly at the other man, biting his lower lip and propelling himself backwards in the water towards the low, sloping stairs where he reclined.

"Do you want to test that out?"

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Gavin didn't comply because he was a submissive little bitch (leave that to a certain someone else, he thought with a private smirk), but because he absolutely wanted to blow Ryan's mind. 

And, you know, blow him. (There was something wildly enticing about that, despite the fact that Geoff still hadn't fixed his problem entirely and he couldn't, like, deep-throat the guy or anything. And no offense to Geoff, but Ryan was probably packing a bit more heat.)

He settled on his knees in front of the man, smiling crookedly up at him. "Damn right I know what to do. You think Geoff and I have been living together all this time without me picking up a few... necessary life skills?" Gavin undid the button and zipper on Ryan's bothersome jeans and tugged them down slowly along with his boxers, stopping at the knees and taking Ryan's cock lightly in hand. One teasing lick at the head, relishing the taste of precome, and he was laughing lightly.

"God, you're so ready for this. You gonna fuck my mouth, huh, Ryan? Gonna have your way with me right here in this filthy little room?" 

He ran his tongue along the underside of Ryan's cock, making sure to maintain eye contact (people he sucked off seemed to go crazy for that) as he took the whole thing in as far as he could. Granted, that wasn't anywhere near Ryan's whole length (which had to be about seven, seven and a half) but he could cover the rest with careful strokes of his right hand, the unoccupied hand coming up to rest on Ryan's hip.

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Gavin watched, lower lip caught between his teeth, as Michael took a moment to fathom the story. He was doing one of two things: trying aggressively to push the thoughts out of his head, or welcoming them in. If the flush in his cheeks and his fast speaking was anything to go by, it was the latter, and Gavin grinned widely at his suggestion.

"Of course that’s a good idea, I wanted to go in there ages ago. Course, now we’re properly bevved, so that means… er. That means something good. I dunno what I was going to say. Michael," he stopped with a giggle, standing up unsteadily and walking backwards towards the pool. "What was I going to say?" 

He turned around in time to notice he was right at the edge, and by some miracle of fate caught himself before he fell right in. Instead, he sort of collapsed so he was sitting on the concrete, dangling his legs in the water. “Lovely Michael, come here. I’m not getting in until you do.”

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Michael scoffed and popped open the top of the new beer taking a long sip before standing up on shaky legs. He rolled his eyes fondly and dismissed Gavin’s nonsensical talk. Honestly, he learned to filter out most of his dumb speak a while ago and only focus on the important parts- which ended up being about half of what the other was saying. 

"I don’t fuckin’ know what you were gonna say," he grumbled as he ran a hand through his already-messy hair. He couldn’t be bothered to stifle the laugh when Gavin nearly fell into the pool, slowly making his way over to the side of the pool.

He sat down next to him and placed his beer off to his side, tilting his head back and looking up. “Are we- we’re skinny dipping? Or are we gonna be assholes and go ruin our boxers?” he asked as he rolled his head toward Gavin and rose an eyebrow at him. Not that he was opposed to skinny dipping or anything- he definitely was not opposed to the idea at all.

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Gavin turned his head to really look at Michael, eyes dark and practically huge. "Are we... ?" He took a moment to let the words process correctly in his brain, although what he thought he heard was correct. "Um, yeah, we don't need to... bloody... yeah, these boxers are nice. Don't need to, like, bleach 'em accidentally..." he said, quieter now that things might actually be happening. It wasn't that he lost his confidence, it was just a temporary dip in bravado.

Which was remedied by getting to his feet with a slight stumble, slipping his boxers off with surprising dexterity, and tossing them behind him without looking back. He waited a second, took a deep breath, and jumped in. 

The water was colder than he expected, but he knew it would feel warmer to Michael thanks to the difference in their body temperatures. He surfaced, shaking droplets of water out of his eyes and grinning lazily at the other man. "C'mon, get over here!"

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may have, Geoffrey? better upgrade that to a “definitely” or i’m not giving you your present from England.

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You got me a present? I definitely missed you a hell of a lot. 

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that's more like it. i know you were saying you wanted something to complete your mustache look, so i got you a lovely pair of Union Jack sunglasses with those shutter things on them. love me. <3

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Gavin wanted to press for details about the elevator sex - because despite the inconveniences involved, that was about three types of appealing - but it suddenly seemed like a really good idea to share his car sex story. A really good idea. Something about possibly seducing Michael in the process with tales of his promiscuity, or something. Maybe a part of him just liked showing off, if you could even call it that.

"I dunno if you’re gonna still want details after you… get details," he slurred, leaning forward and placing a hand on Michael’s shoulder. "Promise me… promise me you’re not gonna be a little bitch when I tell you, okay? You have to promise or I’m not sharing. I think… I think, wait. I’m gonna tell you anyway, but if you’re- if you act like a prude I’m not your friend anymore, okay?"

He took a deep breath, dramatically closing his eyes as if to prepare. “This one night, right, Geoff and I were on our way home after taking care of a minor thing downtown with this one criminal who was really up our ass - you remember that one guy, the guy who released all those rats into the streets and he’d experimented on them so they were like mutants and… I dunno. Rat Guy. So Geoffrey and I…” he paused, looking somewhere far away, eyes glazed over.

"We were like vigilante cops, because we were the only ones on that project, right, only I wasn’t that good at it and, well, Geoff was. He was like, really good at it, being all badass and a hero even though he didn’t really use his powers for it, and it was really hot. So I kinda fell on him and we were making out in the backseat of the car and things got really heavy and, God, he had a condom, so why the bloody hell not? And yeah, it was top. He was top. Hah, get it, Michael? Because…" he trailed off, eyebrows raising higher than should have been legal.

Once the story got rolling, he sort of stopped worrying how Michael would react to it, so he kind of recoiled a little now, waiting for his response.

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Michael nodded and briefly glanced at the hand on his shoulder, abnormally warm and somehow comforting. He guessed he should have been used to Gavin’s always-high body temperature, but he didn’t think he ever would be. It was like having a personal heater, except much louder and kind of irritating, but who was he to complain?

After shaking his head to get his mind back onto the story at hand, he nodded, making an ‘x’ over his heart and flashing a lopsided grin at the other. Was the story really that bad, that he had to promise not to freak out about it? “I won’t freak the fuck out, dude,” he said on a laugh, “Promise. And hey, I won’t even say anything until you finish with your stupid story. Hit me with your best shot.”

He fell silent as soon as Gavin started talking, nodding his head at the mention of the rat freak. He skipped that mission the first opportunity he could; he never liked rats. It’s not like he could just go and fight the rats, with his stupid power and all. Shifting slightly in his seat, he blinked a few times to make sure he heard everything correctly. Of course he wouldn’t freak out, it didn’t shock him in the least. But the “back of the car” bit kind of confused him—he never thought Geoff would be one to do that, let alone Gavin.

"I get it, I get it, you fuckin’ moron," Michael said, flapping a hand dismissively. He turned away from Gavin and shut his eyes. Apparently, picturing Geoff and Gavin in the back of a car was a lot easier than it should’ve been. He took a deep breath and grabbed another beer, pointing a finger at the Brit. "I think- I think we should go in the pool now. Sounds like a pretty good idea, no?"

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Gavin watched, lower lip caught between his teeth, as Michael took a moment to fathom the story. He was doing one of two things: trying aggressively to push the thoughts out of his head, or welcoming them in. If the flush in his cheeks and his fast speaking was anything to go by, it was the latter, and Gavin grinned widely at his suggestion.

"Of course that's a good idea, I wanted to go in there ages ago. Course, now we're properly bevved, so that means... er. That means something good. I dunno what I was going to say. Michael," he stopped with a giggle, standing up unsteadily and walking backwards towards the pool. "What was I going to say?" 

He turned around in time to notice he was right at the edge, and by some miracle of fate caught himself before he fell right in. Instead, he sort of collapsed so he was sitting on the concrete, dangling his legs in the water. "Lovely Michael, come here. I'm not getting in until you do."

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so i’ve been out of town a lot because of filming back home… no one bloody yell at me, i’m back now! 

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Welcome back, you fucking dolt! I may have missed you.

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may have, Geoffrey? better upgrade that to a "definitely" or i'm not giving you your present from England.

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Gavin shrugged. “I tried, that’s all that counts,” he said with a sly smile. He took a healthy swig of his beer, and his smile didn’t drop when Michael mentioned the sexual tension. He shook his head. “I’ll let your imagination run wild, then, and not provide any of the supposedly sordid details.” He wasn’t sure, for one, how Michael would react - not to hearing about detailed sexual encounters, necessarily, but hearing about them between him and Ryan. Whether it’d make him uncomfortable or jealous, he didn’t know, but either way he’d stop there.

Instead, he bounced in excitement and swallowed down the rest of his first drink, grabbing another one from the case. “I dunno, probably not. It’s not like Dan and I… never mind. Yeah, okay, you start then, if you’re such an expert.” He popped the top off his second beer with his teeth again, sure to maintain eye contact this time.

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Michael ignored the look Gavin gave him as he popped the top off of the bottle, swirling the contents of his own bottle around as he thought of questions. The questions were pretty simple at first, ranging from “snuck into a movie” to “stolen a car”—the latter getting an astonishing no from both people. But as more and more bottles of beer were cracked open, the questions took a dirty turn, which was to be expected. What did you expect? They were grown men, of course they were going to be immature when drunk off their asses.

He took yet another sip of his drink at the question of “Never have I ever had sex in an elevator”, the words coming out of the Brit’s mouth slightly slurred at the edges but clear enough to be understood. He knew the look Gavin was giving very well, the slight wonderment mixed with ‘too-drunk-to-function’ was a look he received quite often, actually. But that story was one for a rainy day.

"Okay, okay okay," Michael rambled after finishing yet another bottle and setting it to the side, "it’s my turn." He scratched his head in thought, mind hazy, trying to remember which questions have already been asked. "Alright. Never have I ever….fucked in the back of a car."

The fact that Gavin raised his bottle to his lips thoroughly surprised him. Sure, he knew that he was one of the more sexually active of the group, but for some reason, the thought of him fucking in the back of a car made Michael’s mind finally turn on. “Dude, seriously? What the hell? I want details, Gavin.”

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Gavin wanted to press for details about the elevator sex - because despite the inconveniences involved, that was about three types of appealing - but it suddenly seemed like a really good idea to share his car sex story. A really good idea. Something about possibly seducing Michael in the process with tales of his promiscuity, maybe. Or maybe a part of him just liked showing off, if you could even call it that.

"I dunno if you're gonna still want details after you... get details," he slurred, leaning forward and placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. "Promise me... promise me you're not gonna be a little bitch when I tell you, okay? You have to promise or I'm not sharing. I think... I think, wait. I'm gonna tell you anyway, but if you're- if you act like a prude I'm not your friend anymore, okay?"

He took a deep breath, dramatically closing his eyes as if to prepare. "This one night, right, Geoff and I were on our way home after taking care of a minor thing downtown with this one criminal who was really up our ass - you remember that one guy, the guy who released all those rats into the streets and he'd experimented on them so they were like mutants and... I dunno. Rat Guy. So Geoffrey and I..." he paused, looking somewhere far away, eyes glazed over.

"We were like vigilante cops, because we were the only ones on that project, right, only I wasn't that good at it and, well, Geoff was. He was like, really good at it, being all badass and a hero even though he didn't really use his powers for it, and it was really hot. So I kinda fell on him and we were making out in the backseat of the car and things got really heavy and, God, he had a condom, so why the bloody hell not? And yeah, it was top. He was top. Hah, get it, Michael? Because..." he trailed off, eyebrows raising higher than should have been legal.

Once the story got rolling, he sort of stopped worrying how Michael would react to it, so he kind of recoiled a little now, waiting for his response.

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so i've been out of town a lot because of filming back home... no one bloody yell at me, i'm back now! 

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"Hmmm… I mean, not forever, right? Like, frozen fire is just air or something, isn’t it? Did that make sense? I don’t bloody know," he admitted finally with a shrug. There was a lot he didn’t know, he knew that, but he was always willing to speculate about silly topics like that.

He grinned easily, tipping his beer bottle at Michael like a mock salute. “If you say so. And I wasn’t going to, no need to be touchy about it. God, what do you think he and I even did?” he asked, transparently pretending to be offended. He didn’t know who knew what around the office about what had transpired that day, but frankly he didn’t really care. They were all adults, and he wasn’t sure why Michael was acting like some upright fourteen year old schoolboy. But whatever, that’s what alcohol was for, right?

Gavin leaned back a little in his chair and grinned. “We could play Never Have I Ever. You probably played it with more than two people before, but we can do it just the two of us. We take turns saying things we’ve never done, and if the other person has, they have to drink. It’s good for us to play because we know each other really well, so we can screw the other over,” he finished with a laugh. “How ‘bout it?”

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Michael let out a soft laugh and shook his head. “I’m not even going to pretend that was remotely smart,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. Not that he himself knew any better, and he definitely wasn’t going to try and pretend he did. 

"There was so much sexual tension the day after your ‘session’, dude," he explained, taking a long sip of his beer and sighing, "seriously, I could practically see it. JJ probably could see it. So, I can use my imagination just a bit.” It was an odd topic, especially for just a hangout at an empty pool. And Michael hoped that Gavin dropped it, because just the idea of what happened there was not, exactly, the most pleasant to have. (Okay, maybe it was somewhat pleasant, but he would never actually admit that aloud.) 

Michael scoffed slightly. What was he, a teenager at a sad party? He hadn’t played the game in years, it seemed. “Yeah, yeah, I know how the game works. Does it work differently in Britain or something?” he joked, reaching over to grab the case closest to him and drag it closer. “We might want to open some of these beforehand.”

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Gavin shrugged. "I tried, that's all that counts," he said with a sly smile. He took a healthy swig of his beer, and his smile didn't drop when Michael mentioned the sexual tension. He shook his head. "I'll let your imagination run wild, then, and not provide any of the supposedly sordid details." He wasn't sure, for one, how Michael would react - not to hearing about detailed sexual encounters, necessarily, but hearing about them between him and Ryan. Whether it'd make him uncomfortable or jealous, he didn't know, but either way he'd stop there.

Instead, he bounced in excitement and swallowed down the rest of his first drink, grabbing another one from the case. "I dunno, probably not. It's not like Dan and I... never mind. Yeah, okay, you start then, if you're such an expert." He popped the top off his second beer with his teeth again, sure to maintain eye contact this time.

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Gavin tilted his head. “Yeah, actually I don’t really know the logistics of it, either. We’d have to plan this out… ohh, this is totally happening. I’ll talk to her soon,” he finished with a grin.

He took another long swig of his beer, nodding. “It is bloody difficult, yeah. No telling how many sessions I’ll need. I feel like I ought to be teaching you something in return, though… Ryan’s and my experiment had more… mutual benefits, you know?”

Michael’s assertion made him think twice about what he was actually trying to accomplish, and made him remember that yeah, it’d probably be best to be drunk first. “Right, right. Fair enough. Wanna like, play a game so we can get drunker quicker?”

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"Good. Because I know she was wondering about it," Michael chuckled, running a hand through his hair, "And I want to be there to watch. It sounds extremely entertaining. Like, what would happen? Would it just stay there forever?"

He hummed softly and waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, dude. I don’t need you to teach me anything. I’m helping you, free of charge. And I don’t even want to know about these ‘mutual benefits’ of yours. Don’t even go into detail.”

Shrugging, Michael took another sip of his beer and looked over at Gavin. What, exactly, was he trying to accomplish? “Yeah, sure. Fuck it, right? What game did you have in mind? There’s not much we can do here.”

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"Hmmm... I mean, not forever, right? Like, frozen fire is just air or something, isn't it? Did that make sense? I don't bloody know," he admitted finally with a shrug. There was a lot he didn't know, he knew that, but he was always willing to speculate about silly topics like that.

He grinned easily, tipping his beer bottle at Michael like a mock salute. "If you say so. And I wasn't going to, no need to be touchy about it. God, what do you think he and I even did?" he asked, transparently pretending to be offended. He didn't know who knew what around the office about what had transpired that day, but frankly he didn't really care. They were all adults, and he wasn't sure why Michael was acting like some upright fourteen year old schoolboy. But whatever, that's what alcohol was for, right?

Gavin leaned back a little in his chair and grinned. "We could play Never Have I Ever. You probably played it with more than two people before, but we can do it just the two of us. We take turns saying things we've never done, and if the other person has, they have to drink. It's good for us to play because we know each other really well, so we can screw the other over," he finished with a laugh. "How 'bout it?"

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Gavin's breath hitched as he tried to hold back a moan - he'd always forced himself to be quiet, for one reason or another - but Ryan's eager hands and pressing hips and frankly delicious mouth caused him to let out a small noise (muffled in the still-shared space of their mouths). He knew no one was around to hear, but some small part of him didn't want to give Ryan the satisfaction.

However, he didn't prove Ryan's words wrong when he used his grip around the man's waist as leverage to sit up on the counter, replacing his arms on Ryan's shoulders and instead wrapping his legs around his waist to get the brunette closer.

"So what if I am? You bloody love it, don't you? You've wanted me for a while, I know it. Not that I can say the feeling wasn't mutual," he ended in a low chuckle, the smirk barely fully formed before he moaned again; Ryan should not be allowed to do that to his neck. 

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Gavin nodded. “You never know what people are into these days. And well, like, immediately after I set something on fire, right, she could freeze it, and then problem solved! But hey, stay home, miss all the fun.”

He considered asking Michael for the bottle opener, but decided to try the teeth trick he’d been practicing after watching Kara execute it perfectly in awe. Bringing the bottle up to his lips, he made eye contact briefly with Michael before snapping the lid off with his bottom teeth. It worked, although pain surged through him briefly to be replaced with giddy pride. After taking a long drink, he set it down and attempted to wriggle out of his skinny jeans without standing up, determining after a while that that was not possible.

He slid them off and laughed, watching Michael drink and considering a reply carefully. “Good thing no one knows we’re here then, yeah? And hey, you agreed to train me. Not my fault you got all… sore,” he says slowly, sitting on his own chair (the one next to Michael’s).

"You know you won’t get burned… I think you’re just too chicken to get in the water, Michael," he said with an arch of his brow.

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Michael shook his head and smiled. “I guess. But no, the fire would just be frozen in air. Whatever you set on fire would still be on fire, Gav. Maybe I should let you talk to her about it, I only know the on-the-surface details about it.”

He watched silently as Gavin popped off the bottle cap with his teeth, quirking an eyebrow. He could’ve just asked for the opener, that sure would’ve been a lot simpler. But he let the topic slide, leaning back on his chair once again as the other started shuffling around to somehow get his pants off.

"Not really sore. Just kind of tired," Michael clarified, waving the hand not holding the bottle dismissively, "Besides, shaolin is fuckin’ hard. And even worse to teach to an idiot like you. You only started understanding towards the end of the session, anyway. And I presume this is going to be the first of many sessions where I need to teach you, no?"

He scoffed under his breath. Him? Scared of water? Please. “You’re joking, right? Let me actually get drunk before we hop in. I’d actually enjoy just sitting here if you didn’t bitch about not going in the pool every five seconds.”

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Gavin tilted his head. "Yeah, actually I don't really know the logistics of it, either. We'd have to plan this out... ohh, this is totally happening. I'll talk to her soon," he finished with a grin.

He took another long swig of his beer, nodding. "It is bloody difficult, yeah. No telling how many sessions I'll need. I feel like I ought to be teaching you something in return, though... Ryan's and my experiment had more... mutual benefits, you know?"

Michael's assertion made him think twice about what he was actually trying to accomplish, and made him remember that yeah, it'd probably be best to be drunk first. "Right, right. Fair enough. Wanna like, play a game so we can get drunker quicker?"

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i liked how i did the lads so much that i separated them and made them into a separate banner to use on facebook lmao

edit: fUCK I FORGOT TO FINISH THE FRIGGIN VAV SYMBOL IM CRYING (i fixed it uvu)

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Last Saturday (closed)

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Gavin laughed. “He probably did, but then why didn’t he stop me? Could have doused me in water or something, couldn’t he have? And hey, come on. Don’t tell me you prefer ice cream when it’s in a puddle on the floor.”

He imagined for a moment a day at the office with a freeze-happy Ryan. “Yeah, but imagine the stuff he and I could destroy and then immediately fix together! That way no one could be mad at us for very long but we could still mess about… that day when he had super strength was mental, though, yeah. Jack must have a bloody lot of self-control. I give him credit for that.”

Gavin stopped in front of one of the lawn chairs, setting the case of beer down on the cement and tugging his shirt over his head (he was already wearing swim trunks - or, well, boxers, but close enough - under his skinny jeans, so all he had to do was wrestle his way out of those and he’d be ready to go). He looked back at Michael and chuckled at the mention of fangirls. “They’d like to be here right now, wouldn’t they?” he said with a certain lilt, suggesting without really suggesting that something fangirl-worthy might happen (although he hoped he was being subtle). “But ehh, I don’t really feel up to a fight. It’s been a long week, I’d rather just bev up and have a little dip.”

He sat down in the lounge-y chair and grabbed a bottle from the case at his feet, waiting for Michael to get settled so they could officially start the night. 

"Nah, not, like, the flamey stuff. I’m still warmer than most people though, even in water, so it’s… I dunno. Hey, the pool might be cold at this time of night, you might have to thank me instead," he said, grinning and raising his eyebrows.

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Michael shrugged. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me why he didn’t stop you. I’m not him. Come on, no one prefers melted ice cream. At least, no one in their right mind does. Some asshole out there might like it, who am I to say they’re wrong? But they’re wrong.”

He breathed out a laugh and shook his head, looking over at Gavin. “I don’t think that’s how Barb’s power works, you know. She can just freeze things, not actually, you know, fix them. And if she can, I’m sure Ryan would have no idea how to fuckin’ do that. I’d be very impressed if he did. And you? I don’t want to be at work the day that happens.”

Michael glanced at Gavin out of the corner of his eye, smiling slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head and placed it to the side. Bringing an actual bathing suit was the only thing he forgot, really; he didn’t actually expect them to go in the water. Apparently, though, that’s what Gavin’s mind was set on. He managed to get out of his pants without falling over (he may know how to do over 30 different types of combat, but he has no idea how to be graceful when taking off clothing), giving a soft laugh as he grabbed a beer and sat down. 

"I’m sure the fangirls would have broken the gates to here if they knew we were here," he joked, taking the bottle opener on his keys and popping his bottle open. "Man, if only you said you weren’t up to a fight however long ago. My body is killing me, no thanks to you."

He tossed over his keys and sighed, leaning back on the lounge chair and taking a sip of his drink. “Mm, good. Because I swear, if I get burned just from going near you in that pool, I’ll probably kill you. With love, of course.”

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Gavin nodded. "You never know what people are into these days. And well, like, immediately after I set something on fire, right, she could freeze it, and then problem solved! But hey, stay home, miss all the fun."

He considered asking Michael for the bottle opener, but decided to try the teeth trick he'd been practicing after watching Kara execute it perfectly in awe. Bringing the bottle up to his lips, he made eye contact briefly with Michael before snapping the lid off with his bottom teeth. It worked, although pain surged through him briefly to be replaced with giddy pride. After taking a long drink, he set it down and attempted to wriggle out of his skinny jeans without standing up, determining after a while that that was not possible.

He slid them off and laughed, watching Michael drink and considering a reply carefully. "Good thing no one knows we're here then, yeah? And hey, you agreed to train me. Not my fault you got all... sore," he says slowly, sitting on his own chair (the one next to Michael's).

"You know you won't get burned... I think you're just too chicken to get in the water, Michael," he said with an arch of his brow.

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oh yeah, because eating a load of mayonnaise when i wanted cream would have been so bloody fun. 

and yeah, actually, I got Ryan with the old toothpaste-in-the-Oreos thing. although i think it might have backfired because he likes mint, so he didn’t complain much? it was still funny, though.

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I kinda wanted to retry that whole water in a bucket thing but you know what happened to my mom so I’m not taking any chances this time.

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have you ever visited your mum on April Fool's Day? I wouldn't let you within a hundred miles on that day if I were her.