Gavin // Part One: “Sweet Dreams, Jerk.”
*All characters depicted are not mine and belong to Mr Love: Queens Choice.*
Characters: Gavin X MC
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Gavin has stood you up for the first time. You know you should be worried, but you can’t help but feel insecure that the man you’ve had feelings for for months is making his lack of reciprocation of those feelings very clear... until he shows up at your window in the middle of the night.
Warnings: This is mostly just a fluff filled mess. I plan on making this a longer series that progressively gets more NSFW as it goes along. Follow for a lot of awkward flirting, anxious and butterfly filled fumbles into love, and eventually some semi hardcore BDSM. Who doesn’t love a good Daddy Gavin? If the community ends up liking this, I’d love to do something similar for the other boys, and fan art will probably be coming soon. Send me your suggestions and requests! This is my first time posting one of my fanfics and I’m still pretty new to it, so be kind please lol.
Oh and there’s some cussing. Just a heads up in case that bugs you.
“We still on for tonight?” sent 6:45 p.m.
You’ve lost track of the time you’ve spent glaring at your phone at this point. You and Gavin were supposed to hang out today, but he’s completely blown you off. It’s not unlike him to cancel, what with work calling him in at whatever hours they please, but he always calls or at least shoots you a text. This time though; nothing. Part of you was worried, another pissed off, but the largest part of you was left wounded and insecure. The casualty of his dismissal proving in your mind that you were barely a friend to him, let alone what you would want to be.
It’s been 6 months since you reunited with your high schools bad boy. It started off as the both of you only meeting up for work, but then work turned into lunches, lunches to dinners, dinners to movies...
Yet in all of this time, he had never made a move on you. Your mind goes back to every ignored prolonged pause when you were saying good night, every time you scooted closer to him and he repositioned himself further away, every time you walked a bit too close and he extended the space. Yet, you clung to hope by the small moments you caught his gaze lingering on you. Tonight you were both supposed to grab dinner at your favorite hot pot place. You had planned to finally confess your feelings for him when he walked you home, but now...
“Thanks for the heads up! Sweet dreams, jerk.” sent 10:00 p.m.
After you hit send, you throw your phone to the floor and pull the comforter over your head in a huff. Instantly, you regret sending it. You knew you would, but you also knew you had too. The pathetic nature of your text would make it clear that your plans obviously meant more to you than to him. He would know how you felt, and he’d probably never talk to you again. Rejection begins brimming in the corners of your eyes, so you squeeze them shut and pray for sleep to take you.
...
*Thump... thump... thu...*
A feint knocking invades your dreamless sleep. Your arm drapes lazily over your eyes as you turn to your side and sigh.
Fucking neighbors again.
*Thump... thump...*
With an agitated groan you glance over at the time illuminated by your alarm clock.
1:22 A.M.
“Thump... thump...”
“Oh for fucks sake!” The exclamation that escaped you was louder than you intended as you pound your pillow with a clenched fist, and there’s a slight pause until you hear another single “thump...?” from your window.
Wait... what the- OH!
Realization hits you in your groggy state like a slap to the face.
Could it be...?
Your feet are on the floor and running to the window, as you unlock the clasp and fling it open you see him. Laid out on your short balcony, hand limply hanging where it had been tapping at the window.
“Gavin!”
His eyes blink a few times before they find you. He lets out a weak smile and exhales in an attempt to laugh.
“Funny seeing you here.”
“Are you drunk?!” You’re still light headed from leaping out of bed, and a violent rage seizes you at the sight of the man that blew you off, now an intoxicated mess on your balcony in the middle of the night.
“Drunks a funny word for it. The hospital did give me a few pain killers though.” He dramatically waves his hand over his face, bringing your attention to a bandage you hadn’t noticed before in your outraged state.
“The hospital?! What happened? Are you okay?” All the anger you once felt leaves your body, replaced by intense worry as you took in Gavins state. He was covered in bruises, and there was dried blood on his white t-shirt.
“I’d be happy to explain everything but, it’s a bit cold out here. Can I come in?”
“Wait there.” You clumsily slink through the window and tip toe onto the balcony between his sprawled out legs. You lean down and pull his free arm around your neck. With a joint effort you somehow manage to get him on his feet. “Do you think you can step in?” You ask, doubt sneaking its way into your voice.
Gavin laughs weakly and slowly swings his legs through the opening and sits on the window sill, removing his arm from your neck as he slides down to the carpet of your apartment. You follow him through and kneel beside him, tenderly pushing his hair back from his face to examine his injury.
“Gavin what happened?”
“Work got a bit complicated today. I was on sight at Lui’s investigating a lead on the McCroy case when I saw him standing right there at the bar, ordering a manhattan. So I waited for him to leave so I could trail him. We’ve been trying to catch the piece of shit for months. I was just about to text you when two guys came up behind me. Sneaky bast-“ he winces from an attempted laugh and clutches his side.
“Are you okay? Did they break anything?”
“The doctor said he thought I’d broken a rib, but before he came back for X-rays I was already heading here.”
“YOU LEFT THE HOSPITAL WITH A BROKEN RIB?!” You scream, forgetting momentarily about your neighbors.
“A possible broken rib.” He reminds you defensively. “There’s not much doctors can do for those anyway, and they’d already given me pain medicine. Besides, I got your text while I was waiting and I figured you were furious with me-“
“You could have just texted or called! I would have understood. I had no idea...” Tears of guilt start to fill your eyes as you realize what an ass you’ve made of yourself. “Did they at least have time to take care of all your injuries?”
Gavins face turned quizzical at the sight of your tears, he reaches out and pats your head gently, “Most of em yeah. They hadn’t really gotten to the scrapes on my side yet, but I can patch those up later.”
“Stay right there.” You demand as you rise to your feet. He answers you with an exaggerated eye roll. “I mean it!” You demand again, stamping you foot while trying to ignore the silliness of your demand.
“Yes ma’am.” He says with a lopsided grin and a small solute, humoring your cute attempt at authority.
You run to the bathroom and grab your first aid kit. Returning to your bedroom, you kneel beside him once more, handing him a glass of water that he takes and downs in one gulp.
“I’m gonna clean them up for you, let me know if it hurts.” He gives you an amused nod and you try to keep a serious face as you pull the hem of his shirt tenderly over his abdomen, revealing a large bruise blossoming vibrant jewel tones over his muscular side with small scratches splayed across it’s nebula. It’s shocking, but you find yourself admiring its grotesque beauty, not to mention the beauty of the man it decorates.
Your face warms as you admire his frame. You don’t know how long you sat there, holding his shirt to his chest, shamelessly staring. It must have been long enough to be awkward, because you were only removed from your trance by another pained chuckle from Gavin. Your face goes hot when you realize that you’re practically in his lap, straddling his leg, and ogling his body. You reposition yourself between his legs, This is better... I guess? as you prep a cotton ball with disinfectant. He barely winces as you dab it on his skin.
“Ooh, tough guy huh?” You say teasingly, testing if he’s conscious enough to produce his usual sassy comebacks.
His mouth twitches at the corners, “You know me.”
Ehh...
“Are you sure you’re alright? Do I need to take you back to the hospital?”
A guttural chuckle lazily escapes his parted lips. “Really, I’m okay. You should see the other guys.” He laughs and clutches his side once more, pain quickly replacing any humor that was on his features. “Speaking of, I’m gonna need to throw this shirt away, I don’t really like wearing another mans blood.”
“Oh, uh, let me help you with that.”
Embarrassed, you nervously pull his shirt over his head, he winces once more when he raises his arms. It takes all of your will power to keep your eyes on the towel as you clean his abdomen tenderly. When you do look up, you notice his eyes are staring at you through a glaring fog.
“Have the pain killers started to kick in yet?”
“A bit yah.” He tries to play it cool, but you can hear the medicine in his groggy voice.
You giggle, “Good. just try not to move too much.”
“Still as a statue.” He mutters, still staring at you.
By the time your done, his eyes are closed, his broad chest slowly rising and falling in his sleep. You take in his image, somehow still so sexually masculine even in his pitiful state. You feel shame welling up in your gut.
“The boy’s on the brink of death, and you’re swooning over him.” You chastise yourself.
As you start to rise to your feet, you feel a strong hand grip your wrist. Your eyes fly to Gavin, and you see him smiling “Who you callin boy?”
“Uh... I- You need to get into bed. Unless you’re planning to sleep on the floor.”
“No ma’am, I’m planning on sleeping next to you.”
You hide your blushing face by leaning against the wall beside him and placing his arm around your neck once more, “Yep, there’s the pain killers kicking in.”
He must be really out of it to be acting this way.
You slowly lay him on the bed, gingerly pulling your comforter over his bandaged frame.
“Thank you, _____.”
“Don’t mention it, I’m gonna go to bed now too. Wake me up if you need anyth-”
“Wait...” he says, interrupting you, “Can’t you stay?”
Your first instinct is to say no, but when you see the sad look on his face you can’t bring yourself to. It’s like he’s a little boy, begging his mother for another bed time story.
“Uhm... Okay.” You perch your body on the edge of the bed, over the covers, but can’t resist reaching over to place your hand on his arm. You slowly run your hand up his bicep, resting it briefly on his shoulder before returning downwards to his forearm. Gavin lets out a sigh so quiet you wonder if your ears are playing tricks on you in your exhaustion.
“_____?” Gavin whispers your name and turns his head towards you, his puppy dog amber eyes finding yours in the light of the moon through the window.
“Yes, Gavin?” You whisper back, anxiety piling up in your belly as your hand freezes.
Is this an opening for another rejection?
“I’m sorry for standing you up.”
Gavins response shocks you. “You have nothing to apologizing for. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I should have known there was a good reason you didn’t get back to me. It’s not like...”
“It’s not like what?” He interjects into your awkward silence as you look for words that wouldn’t embarrass you further. His brows are furrowed, his face an expression of pure confusion.
“It’s not like it was a... date or anything. We were just hanging out. I had no reason to be upset about it.” You look away from him in shame, face just as hot as before.
There, you said it.
“_____...” Gavin pauses as he reaches for your hand, now resting on his shoulder, with his own. “I... our plans mean a lot to me. I’d never blow you off like that unless I was being ambushed by a bunch of gang members,” he smiles “or something like that.”
Your eyes flash back to his in shock.
That’s not what I was expecting.
“Oh- well, thank you... for apologizing.”
“Do you forgive me?” Gavins teasing you now, eyes full of humor as he tries to look as innocent as a banged up cop can.
“Yes, I forgive you.” You laugh quietly as you remove your hand from under his and link pinkies with him, “Pinky promise.”
Gavin laughs with you as he rolls to his side, wincing slightly. He envelops your hand with his and closes his eyes peacefully as he whispers, “Good. Sweet dreams, jerk.”
To be continued...
