I Mean YOLO, Right?
So, I did a thing. Yeah.
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Title: I Mean YOLO, Right?
Pairing: Mayvin [Michael/Ray/Gavin]
Word Count: 1,816
Rating/Warning: PG/PG-13? Includes swearing, drunken guys, cuddles, fluff, feels, etc.
Summary: After being asked to go out and party by Michael and Gavin, Ray somehow finds himself being in the middle of a 'Mayvin' sandwich, and comes to terms with the fact he's in love with them both.
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Gavin and Michael were both completely hammered.
The two drunkies had asked, more like demanded Ray to come along with them to the bar after having a long week at the office. And not being able to say no, Ray complied, and was currently sitting down, sipping at his Sprite while his eyes roamed the dance floor. He was thoroughly amused when his brown eyes laid eyes on his dancing friends. Beers were still in their hands, drunken grins on their faces as they danced to the loud music that was playing.
The trio had been at the bar for a few hours, the Jersey boy and the Brit getting drunker and drunker as the sun set and the moon rose. They had tried to get Ray to dance with them multiple of times, but Ray had declined each time, content on just watching them instead.
While he was spying on them, he noticed the things he liked about the two when they were dancing like fools. The sway of their hips, the way they smiled, the tingles Ray received when he heard them laughing were just a few of them, and without realizing it, Ray had a smile plastered to his face.
The smile grew broader when Michael and Gavin walked up to him.
“Ray, come on,” Michael slung an arm around the Puerto Rican’s shoulder, his words only slurring a little. “Why won’t you dance with us?”
Ray shrugged, taking another sip of his drink as he didn’t answer Michael, eyes flickering to Gavin instead. He vaguely heard Michael mutter something about going to the bathroom, feeling his arm being removed from around his shoulders.
The Brit had his eyes slightly narrowed at Ray, head cocked to the side, hand raised in the air. Ray’s brow arched as he tried to hold back a laugh.
“Ray.. If I had a boner for you, it’s really trying right now..” This was the second time Gavin had said something like this; the first time, he had said it to Monty a few months ago.
After saying it, Gavin’s index finger once again was trying to raise up in the air, as if he was trying to show his explanation for Ray. No wonder it ended up on the Animated Adventures, Ray was thinking to himself as he watched the Drunk Gavin, it’s fucking funny.
“That’s nice, Gav,” Ray chuckled, and Gavin just blinked back at him, confusion seeping across his face.
“What’s nice? What are you talking about? Ugh, shit, where’d my little Michael go? Michael!” Gavin’s thoughts were all over the place, his words all jumbled together, but somehow Ray caught everything he said, and couldn’t help but laugh when he watched the Brit stagger away, heading towards the bathroom as well.
Almost as soon as Gavin went off to find “his little Michael”, someone stepped up to the bar, right next to where Ray was sitting. Turning to glance at the fucking tall man, Ray’s head tilted back, eyes slightly widening. The man had a smug smirk on his lips, index finger already trailing down Ray’s cheek, and continuing under his jaw and chin. Clearly, this huge dude that reeked of alcohol, wanted the Puerto Rican.
“Doing anything tonight, sugar?” Ray blinked dumbfoundedly at the guy, wondering why the hell someone would hit on him, of all people.
“Uh.. Just here with some friends..”
That seemed to grab the man’s attention even more, and Ray could tell he was truly and utterly fucked.
“Oh? So you’re free tonight?” Ray merely nodded his head, too worried to even talk. He was trying to find a way out of the conversation, also trying to get away from the drunken asshole that was trying to hit on him and get him to go home with him.
“So.. why don’t you come home with me?” The guy asked, straight to the point. Ray swallowed before shaking his head no, when his mind was telling him to yell, ‘fuck no.’
Big mistake.
The muscular guy’s face clouded over with irritation then, eyes rolling to the ceiling as he grabbed Ray’s wrist, dragging him off the stool he was sitting on, and making his way toward the door. His grip on Ray’s wrist was tight, and Ray was much smaller in comparison to the guy, so ever punch he tried to throw was worthless and had no effect.
That is, until a fist swung right into the guy’s face, sending him stumbling back as he let go of Ray’s wrist. Ray was confused for all of two seconds before realizing it was Michael that landed the punch, Gavin right behind him, the both of them having witnessed the almost kidnapping of their friend.
“You shithead!” Michael roared at the guy, still much shorter than him, but his pissed off voice making up for the height difference, “When someone shakes their head no, it fucking means no!”
The guy was clutching his now bleeding nose in his palms, anger clearly flickering in his eyes as he started to stalk toward the Jersey boy to give Michael a piece of his drunken mind. But Gavin wasn’t having that, as well. His fist connected to the dude’s already broken nose again, even more crunching sounds echoing through the now quiet bar as everyone was watching.
“Piss off, you pissy little piss pot,” Gavin spat at the guy, who was staggering to his feet again, only to be thrown out of the bar completely by the security, who then escorted the three boys to their car after being asked to leave for the night.
They had all complied, Michael and Gavin having had their party mood ruined by an asshole, while an awed and thankful Ray drove them home, back to his place for the night so he could watch over the two since they were still drunk out of their minds. The drive was short, but eventful nonetheless, as both men fought over who got to sit in the passenger seat next to Ray, claiming one of them should get to because, “I love him more!”
Of course that had surprised the shit out of the Puerto Rican, but he felt hope swelling rapidly in his chest, as he parked the car in front of his house. He had made them both sit in the back, no one getting to sit up front with him, and helped the two get to the front door. Ray’s left arm was wrapped around Michael’s waist, his right arm around Gavin’s waist as he kept the two upright, removing his arms to unlock the door and proceeding to let out an, “oof!” as Michael and Gavin slumped against him.
The walk to the living room was eventful as well, Gavin randomly stated, “Dude thinks he can take my Ray away without me realizing it, and then trying to smash my Michael’s face in.. No, they’re my boys and no one elses.”
Michael found the whole thing to be funny, and proceeded to laugh for a few seconds before adding, “I agree. You and Ray are mine, too. Anybody who thinks they can fuck with my boys will face the wrath of Michael ‘Fucking Rage Quit’ Jones.”
Ray stayed quiet, letting the two talk amongst themselves as he helped them to the other room, not allowing any remarks come from him after hearing he was “their boy.” He was too shocked to try, too filled with happiness to make a word come out of his mouth. But did they mean it? Did he really mean that much to them?
After finally getting to the other room, Ray let the two drop onto the couch, giggles and laughs coming from them both. He had told them they could crash there for the night, sleep on the two couches downstairs, and proceeded to walk out of the living room all together, mind still reeling over what the two had said.
Stripping down to his boxers and his plain white t-shirt, Ray finally settled into his bed, only then coming to terms with the fact that the night’s events had stirred something deep inside him, and once he started thinking about it, he couldn’t stop. He hadn’t realized just how happy he felt around the two. He hadn’t realized how content he felt when he was with them both. He hadn’t realized that the relationship he had originally thought to be was no more than just being friends, had turned into something else for Ray. He finally realized that he was in love with the two drunk idiots in the living room.
That simple, yet so complex thought had him groaning to himself as his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. His hands ran down his face, a sigh leaving his throat as he placed his glasses on the nightstand next his bed, and tugged the covers over his shoulder, eyes shutting as he willed himself to go to sleep.
What seemed like half an hour later, he faintly heard his bedroom door creak open, the not-so hushed giggles filling the air as Michael and Gavin tip-toed into the room. Ray didn’t open his eyes all the way, but he felt the bed dip on both sides, and soon was squashed in between Michael and Gavin, under the covers.
Ray felt Gavin snuggling up behind him, legs tangling with his, one hand resting against the Puerto Rican’s hip, the Brit’s head resting in the crook of Ray’s neck, a content sigh escaping his lips as he felt Gavin relax behind him. Michael had his arms around Ray’s waist, flush against him, the Jersey boy’s face pressed into Ray’s hair. He heard, and felt, Michael inhale, breathing out a second later, “Fucking soft hair.”
Ray couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his throat, giving up the fact he wasn’t asleep, but they didn’t seem to care. Ray then felt Michael’s lips at his ear, warm breathe hitting the side of his neck, “I’m sober enough to tell you everything Gavin and I said was true.”
The Puerto Rican wasn’t even surprised by the statement, and instead found himself smiling into the pitch black room.
Minutes ticked by, and when he thought the two were asleep, Ray sucked in a breath, making a mental note that Gavin smelt of mint and tea, while Michael smelt of cinnamon and men’s cologne, and you know, alcohol.
“Snuggled in between my two favorite boys, huh?” Ray murmured to himself, the same smile tugging at his lips. He finally allowed himself to fully settle himself between the two, assuming they were both asleep, “Never thought I’d say that myself..”
His eyes shut then, and he was almost asleep when Michael’s voice broke through the silence, followed by a laugh from Gavin, neither of them asleep like the Puerto Rican originally thought.
“I mean YOLO, right?”