I'm so sorry if you don't like It.
I was inspired by your "He's an Idiot (But He's Ours)" # 3 With Gavin and Ray because I'm a sick fuck who thinks interrupting what is supposed to be sexy times by injury is a fun thing to write.
I apologies for it being so shitty and unbeta's but its kind of a reaction thing I wrote to reading that Fiction.
Summary: It wasn't perfect and nothing was really solved expect for Gavin's sexual frustrations but every tale has it moral.
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They didn't go out that night (much to Gavin's displeasure).
Ray heated up the left over pasta, feeling ten times worse because he knew Ryan, in the throws of insomnia that would no doubt hit him, would have nothing but junk food to pass the night. Ray enjoyed junk food, but not after ten.
He'd banished Gavin to the couch with an ice pack for his head so that the Brit could pick them out a movie. He could hear Gavin mumbling about how he had everything set up nice and how everything had been going "too good" for something, like him falling down the stairs, not to happen. Ray agreed; Gavin's luck was pretty shitty.
He hadn't text the others about the fall though; Michael would have his phone off anyway and the New Jersey boy would have taken Jack's phone to turn it off as well. Nothing pissed Michael off more than a phone ringing in the theater. Geoff would be too hammered to read the text and Ryan had been looking forward to the comedian they were seeing coming into town. Ray didn't want to ruin that for their quietest lover; besides Gavin wasn't bleeding and the Brit wouldn't allow Ray to make a big deal out of a bump on his head.
"Don't pick a movie you'll fall asleep too," Ray said coming into the den area with two plates and set them down on the coffee table.
"I'm fine Ray," Gavin said moving so that Ray could sit with him, "I'm not gonna slip into a bloody coma from closing my eyes."
"Don't care," Ray mumbled, reaching for the plates as soon as they were settled. Gavin took his and kissed Ray on the cheek. "Sucker Punch," Ray glanced over.
Gavin smiled, "you said not to get one that would put me to sleep." Ray conceded and sat back, spinning the pasta onto his fork. Gavin just hummed and did the same.
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The two young men didn't realize their mistake until three days later. When the bump was nearly gone and the bruises on Gavin's back were only starting to show their ugly black, brown, and yellow heads.
Ray had been too worked up over Gavin's head to realize that anywhere else on Gavin would be blooming with bruises and Gavin had this weird complex about his health and how it affected his boys, so he hadn't said anything. So if Ray was going to get yelled at, he as going to blame it on Gavin and his complex because in his defense he was worried about losing their lover to a coma.
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It had been Jack vs Gavin that day in the office and with no shame, Gavin lost. Now said Brit was waiting for Jack to do horrible, naughty things to his body and he was shivering with excitement. The others were out in the den doing who the fuck knows and Gavin for once, wasn't interested in that. He loved when Jack gave into his dominance because he would nip and bite and punish, but without supreme BDSM coming into play.
"You just can't fucking wait can you," Jack said coming out of the bathroom, nude.
"Not for you," Gavin said, up righting his fully clothed self into a kneeling position on the edge of the bed in front of Jack. The bearded man had a strange kink of wanting to undress his partner himself. Gavin was not going to complain. "Sir," he added a little while after.
Jack narrowed his eyes and motioned for Gavin to stand. The Brit did. He raised his hands up over his head and Jack gave him a soft swat to the bum. Gavin let his arms fall to his side and stood there. Jack hummed and walked around Gavin, over to the dresser with all their lube and condoms. Gavin stopped a low whine. He'd been looking forward to his Jack time all day since recording and fuck, the bearded man was going to tease him.
Jack grabbed the stuff and placed it on the night stand beside the bed before coming up behind Gavin. Jack let his hands sooth all over Gavin before stepping back. "Arms up," Jack commanded. Gavin held his arms up again and this time Jack removed his shirt. Gavin keep his arms up even after the shirt was removed and had stood there. "Jack," he said feeling light feathering over his lower back. Jack never touched him until all his clothes were off.
"What is this Gavin," Jack said and there was no light or teasing in his voice, no amusement.It was hard and it was cold and Gavin twisted, with a light wince to get a look at what Jack was talking about.
"Oh", Gavin said having forgotten about that. "I just fell," he said shrugging, "you know how clumsy I am." Gavin wasn't trying to blow it off as no big thing (even though he was) but it was just another bruise for him and his merciless clumsiness.
"From the roof," Jack hissed and his fingers flew away from a darker spot when Gavin's back muscles flinched from him pressing it. These were fresh bruises as well because honestly, Jack lived through his teenage years and could tell fresh and old bruises apart.
"No," Gavin said, "Just...down."
"Gavin," Jack said and that was his commanding voice.
"I fell down the stairs," Gavin answered. He hated how he always answered them at their commanding tones. It always felt like they were training a dog, and he was that eager to please retriever.
"When," Jack asked, moved away from Gavin, back into the bathroom to look for their ointment for bruising, "and why didn't you say anything?"
"Couple days ago," Gavin said, finally letting down his arms. They were starting to ache and it was obvious sexy times were going to be no more. "I don't know," he answered the second truthfully, "everyone was really busy for the past few days."
"Not busy enough for you to not tell us about something like that," Jack argued
"Have you finally managed to get Gavin to be quiet during sex times," Michael said coming into the room, followed by Ray and Geoff. Ryan was shutting off the lights around the house and making sure everything was locked up. "Jack," Michael said when Jack didn't answer. The rage quitter looked over Jack's shoulder and his breathe hitched. Ray followed and took a glance.
"Oh," Ray said. Jack spun his head around because that was the same exact "oh" that had come from Gavin's mouth not minutes earlier.
"Ray," Jack said just as Geoff looked around the smaller boys to see Gavin's back.
"What the fuck Gavin," Geoff yelled, pushing Ray out of the way and bending down, his finger running over the ointment covered bruising.
"Its nothing," Gavin said to Geoff and looked to Ray for help, confirming Jack's suspicions
"I," Ray said quietly, "I didn't realize you had bruising there too."
"Too," Michael yelled, all of it finally hitting him. Gavin had been hurt and Ray had known and not told them. He wasn't sure who to be angry with more but opted to push Ray against wall since he was closer-and not already bruised. Jack grabbed Michael away from Ray before the lad let his anger do something stupid.
"I fell down the stairs," Gavin told Geoff. Ryan had, by now joined the group and was watching with narrowed eyes and tight limbs as this went down. "I was walking backwards talking to Ray after everyone had left for their dates and I fell down the stairs."
"That was three days ago," Geoff yelled again. What had these two been thinking! "Where are the other bruises?"
Gavin shook his head, "some on my thigh," he said, " but they're not bad. They don't even hurt unless I sit wrong or someone presses on them."
Geoff's hand shot away like they'd been scorched. They grabbed the ointment out of Jack's hand and forced Gavin to strip. "Did you hit your head," Geoff asked. He mumbled something along the line of: "Fuck, Gavin, you need to tell us things like this!"
"He did," Ray said, wary of Michael coming at him again. Ray loved him but he couldn't take Michael in a fight, that much he knew. "But that was taken care of."
"And you didn't take care of his bruises," Geoff all but screamed at Ray.
Gavin punched Geoff. The whole room stopped in it place in time. "No you fucker because I didn't say anything about it. Its not Ray's fault, so don't bloody blame him."
It was one of Gavin rare serious moments and the only few times they had come was enough to sober the group of them. "Now," Gavin said taking the ointment from Geoff, "I'm gonna put some on my thighs and when I come out we are all going to have sex because its been more than three days and I'm dying and no one-no one is going to mention this anymore tonight."
They nodded and did as told. Michael helped Ray out of his clothes as an apology for tackling him and Ray gave Michael a blow job as a "its okay, I'm sorry too, should have told" apology. Jack knew better than to not be semi rough with Gavin because an Angry Gavin was worse than Geoff because it was a power house let loose from such a small body. Ryan held him down, arms lock under his, biting at Gavin's neck while Geoff fucked Gavin's face on the Brit's command.
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Ray made breakfast the next morning, silent. Michael scoffed at the newspaper and Ryan readied their lunches while Jack smoked a pack out on the deck with Geoff, watching the sunrise. They were letting Gavin sleep in and when they heard a crash from the bedroom the three inside held their breath until the normal Gavin moan came from the same room and not moments after the water in the shower was turned on.
It wasn't perfect and nothing was really solved expect for Gavin's sexual frustrations but every tale has it moral. Its a lesson they'd be learning for a long time, sure, because the years of living with Gavin's complex wasn't going to right itself over night. It was something they could work on and would work on for a long time, but when Gavin finally starts opening himself up more its going to be the party of the century.
This is bloody fucking perfect, dear. I really like the way you paid attention to the title details in the original, like what the other boys were doing that night as well!!
I hope you'll write more? [maybe on your own account though because I imagine submitting this was a pain]
