Title: Any time but Now
Words:850-ish
Part: 1/?
Ship: Michael/Gavin
A/N: A story about Michael and Gavin meeting in... Stranger circumstances. Been trying to finish this part for a month, but nothing came to mind. So I tried again.
Warnings: Swearing, male hookers, mentions of sex but no sex.
It'd been a while since he broke up with his last boyfriend. 'Horrible prick, really', as Gavin used to call him. When asked about why he dated the guy in the first place, the weird-looking Brit just shrugged and continued doing whatever he was doing. Nobody could get a clear answer from him, so after a while, they just stopped trying.
Back then, Gavin was the worst at talking to people. He used to stutter a lot, couldn't find the right words and was especially talented at offending people without especially trying. A lot of things changed when his friends from work (Barbara and Ray, to be precise) decided that he should take a little break from his hobbies and try something... New, if you could call it that (Gavin definitely wasn't on board on calling it that).
"You did what?" Gavin jumped up, eyes and mouth wide open.
"We thought you could try something new, you know?" Barbara tried to defend herself. Ray just shook his head, whispering 'Don't look at me, it was all her idea. I had nothing to do with this."
"Wait." Gavin sat down, "So you thought I needed to try something new, and you hired me a prostitute? Why couldn't you get me a gym membership? An art kit? Something that didn't involve me having sex with a stranger?"
Barbara jumped, "He's a guy, if that helps!"
She laughed mildly, in hopes of breaking the ice.
"I'm guessing that didn't help," Ray said, smirking from the corner of the room (he walked over there just in case Gavin started throwing stuff at them).
"You guys are assholes. Tell it not to come!"
Barbara stood up. "First of all, he's not an 'it'. And no, Gavin, you're doing this." She stood up and poked him lightly. "If you don't like it, then we'll talk."
"Oh, God, I hate it when you get all bossy with me. Fine. I'll do it. But I'm not doing anything kinky... Or whatever."
The blonde-haired girl winked, "Bye, Gavino! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"There's nothing you wouldn't do."
Barbara just giggled and waved goodbye, signaling Ray to go after her. She was much more excited than Gavin was, which made the Brit worry. But he just shook it off and continued editing his video.
A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. Gavin slowly walked over to it, at one point considering taking a saucepan with him. He stood by the door for a few seconds before opening it. When he did, his mouth dropped.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" The guy asked, promptly entering the younger man's apartment. "Are you high... Or something? 'Cause it's okay, I've had some of those. Doesn't make 'em any worse."
"Huh? No, no, uh, no." Gavin answered, still gathering his thoughts. "I was just expecting something a little more... Different, that's it."
To Gavin's surprise, the guy was actually dressed pretty normally. He expected someone with fishnet stockings and a bra (and maybe silk panties), which made him so afraid of meeting the guy in the first place.
"That's what they all say." The other one smirked. "Michael."
"Gavin." The Brit answered worriedly.
Michael winked, just as surprised as Gavin was, "Your accent is terrible."
"You look weirdly italian."
"Thanks for telling me, dumbass,"
"Hey, look, I don't know what my friends told you, but I'm not in need of your... Services."
"You sure look like you aren't. When's the last time you banged? The middle ages? And your fucking nose--"
Gavin cut Michael off before he could continue.
"Will everybody just stop with the nose jokes?"
"All right, then." Michael said disappointingly and sat on the sofa, spreading his legs like nobody's business.
"Are you always... Like this?" Gavin wondered, walking to the kitchen to make himself a drink.
"Do you want a beer... Or something?"
Oh, this was so, so awkward.
"Sure, why the fuck not?"
Gavin shrugged, "You know... Swearing like a sailor?"
"You got a fuckin' problem with that, asshole?" He huffed, "I'm here to show you my dick and put it in you or vice-versa, not talk about my dictionary."
Gavin looked worried for a second.
"Yeah, I'm not completely sure that's gonna happen." He said sarcastically.
Michael smiled. "Oral kind of guy, huh?"
"What? No... How do I know you don't have... An STD, or something?" Gavin grinned.
Michael glanced over the counter. "Holy shit, you're annoying."
"Shut the fuck up, Gavin."