Summary: Trevor, Alfredo and Gavin are getting ready for a gala. Too bad their good looks are rather... distracting.
For @ganglylimbs! Thanks, love
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“Hell yeah, boys,” Alfredo purred, tugging at Trevor’s tie. “You clean up fine.”
“You clean up fine,” Trevor shot back, batting his hands away and smoothing out his dress shirt. They looked like mirror images standing across from each other like they were, Trevor dressed in all black with cream tie and Alfredo in a cream-white suit with black tie.
Gavin smiled, pulling on his gold embroidered vest. Where their formal attire was a warm cream tone, his was pearl white, contrasting sharply with the solid gold of his tie.
“You’re both pretty princesses,” he teased, adjusting the breast cloth. He checked the mirror, making sure he’d gotten rid of all the creases. The suits fit them like gloves, specifically tailored to highlight their forms. Trevor had splurged on the budget to treat them and the effect was undeniable. As Gavin looked them over in the mirror’s reflection, arms wrapped around his waist from behind, Trevor hooking his chin over his shoulder.
“You’re still the prettiest of them all,” he assured Gavin, fingers running over his stomach, circling around the buttons of his shirt. “Right, Fredo?”
Alfredo hummed, reaching around to cup Gavin’s face, tilting it up. Gavin met his mouth easily, lips sliding against each other softly. A familiar and reassuring feeling of warmth radiating from Alfredo’s palm on his cheek, from Trevor leaning against his back. Fingers danced up his chest, under the jacket, teasing around his nipples. Gavin gasped into the kiss, and Alfredo swallowed the sound greedily.
They broke apart panting wetly, and Gavin pressed back against Trevor, eyes not leaving Alfredo’s as he rubbed against Trevor’s hardening length.
“We should be going soon,” he murmured huskily, one hand stilling Trevor’s clever fingers even while the other reached for Alfredo, pulling him in. “We don’t really have time to fool around.”
“I hear it’s fashionable to show up late to parties,” Alfredo quipped, fingers tracing below Gavin’s eye, then up behind his ear.
“Only if you do it in style,” Trevor corrected, a sly smile in his voice. His breath brushed over Gavin’s neck, leaving goosebumps.
Gavin hummed, wrapping an arm around Alfredo’s waist, tugging him close. Pressed between his boys he felt safe.
“We have until dusk,” he murmured, cupping his free hand behind Alfredo’s head and pulling him in for another kiss.
“Which is less than an hour away,” Trevor pointed out reasonably, his hands drifting up and loosening Gavin’s tie despite his words. Alfredo broke off, grinning at Trevor.
“C’mon,” he purred, leaning over Gavin’s shoulder to brush his lips over Trevor’s. “Aren’t you feeling… dusky?”
“No ruining the suits,” Trevor mumbled, his breath hitching as Gavin rubbed up against him. “We blew almost our entire budget on them, they better be in top form tonight.”
“Just means we have to swallow, dunnit?” Gavin teased. Trevor’s arms around him tightened and Alfredo turned his dark gaze on him.
“You volunteering?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“I don’t know.” Gavin let his lips pull into an arrogant smirk. “Why don’t you make me?”
Summary: The two of them are, as the youths would say, fuddy-duddies.
Notes: Another prompt from this prompt generator: Person A is about to leave for work. Person B asks then if they've forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to real Person A's keys/wallet/etc., saying "I meant this, but thanks."
Takes place in the Devil’s Brew AU along with Coffee Break.
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The two of them are, as the youths would say, fuddy-duddies.
Twenty-somethings and already stodgy as hell, what with their set schedules and daily routines.
Why, nary a wild weekend of partying and getting down on the dance floor for either of them these days with all the schoolin’ and learnin’ they’re doing. Not to mention their jobs at the coffee shop, all nice and quaint and perfect practice for the day they’ll be called in to negotiate a tense hostage negotiation with some of the customers they get.
Also, they both drive sensible cars.
(The horror.)
Also, also?
They split the rent on a quaint little house in a quaint little suburb because it was the sensible thing to do. Just like the sensible thing to do when it comes to deciding whose turn it is to mow the lawn or take the trash out is a riveting game of rock–paper–scissors.
Because adults.
Trevor’s got the day off, which is fantastic as it will give him time to finish bullshitting yet another essay for his humanities class.
Alfredo, however, is running late for work at the coffee shop.
Another long night of terrorizing terrorists in his favorite video game with his favorite team of idiots and no damn sense at all as he scurries hither and yon getting ready for his morning shift.
Trevor smothers a smile as Alfredo stumbles over that hideous little sculpture-thing their landlord insists is part of the quaint little house’s décor (and best not go missing or there will be hell to pay) yet again. Clattering and low swearing and the charming idiot himself tripping around the corner and into view.
Alfredo waves at him as he undoes the locks o the front door and yanks it open, freezing with one foot out the door when Trevor clears his throat pointedly. Leans back to frown at him, all adorable confused dead-eyed zombie about it.
“Trevor?”
Trevor grins at him. “Forget something, Fredo?”
It’s usually like this, morning after one of Alfredo’s serious gaming sessions. Brain slow and foggy and body fueled with the sort of shit, shit, shit, why didn’t I set my alarm panic of accidentally sleeping in.
Alfredo frowns at him, cocks his head. Thinking, and thinking, and thinking in a way Trevor can sear the gears in his head turning, little hamster straining to get things going.
And then!
Oh, and then that frown zips right on off his face as Alfredo laughs, smile brightening up his face and -
He kisses Trevor.
Just leans right on into his personal space and pecks him on the lips, all nice and familiar like as though that’s a thing they do (not yet, but maybe one day Trevor had thought, hoped) and now!
“Shit,” Alfredo murmurs, jerking away from him, that tiny little hamster finally getting that wheel to go round and round in his head.
He stares at Trevor, eyes wide and this awful look of oh, God, what did I just do? on his face.
Trevor manages a laugh, stiff, stilted, and brings his hands out from behind his back to show Alfredo what he’s holding.
A set of keys.
A wallet.
An energy bar for the road because heaven knows Alfredo didn’t have time for breakfast this morning with the way he was rushing around.
“I meant this, but thanks,” Trevor says, and laughs again.
He’s blushing, he knows. Fair skin and all that and oh, good lord, he’d thought the first two years of college had beaten that out of him, given his friend circle.
Trevor stares at Alfredo who stares back and thinks in moment of madness or just youthful indiscretion, fuck it, as he leans in and kisses Alfredo a second time. (First? Whatever.)
When he pulls back, heart beating like it’s trying to break free of his chest Alfredo’s eyes have gone even wider, but!
But.
That awful look of dread – fear? - on his face has changed to this thoughtful frown, something that looks like it wants to be a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah?” Alfredo asks, and it’s a layered kind of ‘yeah‘, deeper meaning to it.
Trevor feels himself smile, small, tentative thing.
“Yeah,” he says, and goodness, that's quite the vocabulary they have between them.
Alfredo snorts, and there, there, a tiny little smile growing wide, wider, widest.
“Okay,” he says, and glances at the door he’s half hanging on to, the sensible little car of his with its engine running as it warms up waiting to whisk him off to work. “Uh. I’ll call you? Later? We’ll talk about it?”
So many question marks there, but yes, and yes, and yes.
“Okay,” Trevor says, and turns that tentative little smile of his into a smirk when Alfredo huffs at him, big wide grin and this blooming sort of joy lighting him up from the inside out.
“Jesus - “ Alfredo sighs, and goes in for another kiss before he darts off for with with a hasty apology, and there’s something to it this time than simple absentmindedness or a case of the nerves.
Not quite perfect, but Trevor thinks they can work their way towards that given time.
Summary: When the terror twins finally manage to chase down the elusive hacker, they offer him a way out. One that's beneficial to all three of them.
Commissioned by the lovely @ganglylimbs! <3 Thank you very much, this was fun to write!
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The room was dark when Trevor dropped down from the vent. Blue and yellow lights blinked in one corner, and Trevor glanced swiftly over the setup. The monitors were in sleep mode, a quick flick of the mouse lighting up the screens. On one, CCTV cameras from the outside of the building showed up. On the other…
Trevor turned and swept the rooms, but no signs of the hacker. He tapped his earpiece as he returned to the computer bank, the only place of interest in the small apartment.
“Target not on site,” he murmured, moving the mouse to hover over the program.
“Dammit,” Alfredo’s voice crackled over the comms. “He’s not left the building as far as I can tell.”
Trevor hummed. “He’s left us a surprise,” he mentioned, clicking on the icon. A new window popped up- NOWYOUSEEME.
“Aww, he shouldn’t have,” Alfredo drawled on the other end. “It ain’t even our birthday!”
Trevor chuckled. A logo appeared, a golden V with pixelated sunglasses. Trevor tilted his head, moving the cursor around the screen, but nothing else happened. With a curious humm, Trevor clicked the logo. It burst into a thousand gold flecked pixels, and the screen changed to an old-school text window. MIDASOFT it said in big, capital letters, before those faded, leaving just the chat and a blinking cursor behind.
“I’m in,” Trevor said in his best impression of a hacker voice. He raised an eyebrow as green text appeared on the dark screen.
‘Welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Fake.’
“Oooh, baby girl, you’re turning me on,” Alfredo drawled into his ear after he read the message aloud. “Ask him what he’s wearing.”
‘Please, call me Treyco. I’ve been trying to reach you for a while now, after all,’ Trevor typed. The cursor blinked merrily while he waited for an answer, tension humming under his skin.
‘Is that so.’ The text stopped there. Trevor tilted his head.
“So?” Alfredo chimed up. Trevor rolled his eyes.
“You never ask me what I’m wearing,” he complained good-naturedly as he continued to type. ‘You’ve left quite the impression, I’m afraid. If you are, in fact, the one they call the Golden Boy.’
Phrased as a challenge to prove himself. Everything Trevor knew about the hacker pointed towards him taking pride in his work. The question was, would he take the bait?
‘Please, that’s an awfully complicated alias. Call me GB.’
“Aw, don’t be like that, babe,” Alfredo whined. A red dot blinked into existence, wandering down Trevor’s chest and lingering on his ass before it vanished. “You always look hot, but you know how much I love you in the catsuit.”
‘GB, then. Would you be so kind as to answer some questions?’
“Please,” Trevor huffed. “It’s a tactical stealth uniform.”
‘That depends.’
“Exactly. A catsuit.”
‘I just want to have a nice, little chat,’ Trevor typed back. ‘Why do you keep stringing me along, sweetheart?’
A pause. Then…
‘I don’t put out on the first date. Sorry, love.’
Trevor tapped a finger against the table, considering. Alfredo still hadn’t sighted anyone either on the roof or leaving the building. The hacker had to still be inside, hiding somewhere. But where? The stairwell, a different apartment?
‘Why don’t you come out and we go for a coffee? My treat.’
‘Considering I didn’t invite you up for coffee…’
A grin flashed over Trevor’s face.
‘Baby, I promise you won’t regret it.’
“Behind you,” Alfredo warned in his ear, just before he heard the click of a gun. Trevor straightened and turned.
“Really,” he drawled, even as he raised his hands, gesturing towards the other person, “that won’t be necessary.”
The hacker shrugged, keeping his golden gun pointed steadily at Trevor.
“A precaution,” the hacker said, quirking his lips into a smile. Trevor cocked his head. His accent sounded vaguely British, with something of a Southern drawl to it. Interesting. “You understand, don’t you?”
Trevor shrugged dropping his hands. “Of course.” He gestured at the hacker and the red laser dot appeared on his chest. The hacker flinched, lowering his gun. Trevor smirked. “Obviously, I’ve taken measures of my own.”
The hacker tilted his head, following the laserlight through the window to the roof of the building across the street. Then he turned back to Trevor and arched a brow.
“Just a friendly chat, innit?”
His voice was dry, but his eyes shone with challenge. Trevor grinned.
“You pulled a gun on me first,” he pointed out reasonably. The hacker grimaced, clicking the safety back on. Trevor’s grin grew into a smirk. “Much better. Let’s get to the point, shall we?” He leaned against the desk, crossing his ankles. “You’re the one who tipped off the cops.”
“Maaaybe,” the hacker answered, shifting nervously. Trevor hummed.
“But that’s not all you did, now is it?” Trevor pushed off the desk and circled around the hacker, making sure to stay out of Alfredo’s way. “In one day you single-handedly destroyed the Corpirate. And then-” He stopped directly behind the hacker, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. “-then you pinned everything on us.”
“Wouldn’t believe me if I said it was a gift, would you?” the hacker asked, craning his neck. He smelled nice, Trevor thought absently.
“Was it?” They both knew he’d acted in his own self interest first and foremost, but the positive side effects for the Fakes was undeniable.
“It gave you a boost in reputation and got rid of your major rival, didn’t it?” the hacker asked rhetorically. “I think that should count for something.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, baby girl?” Alfredo chimed in.
“Hmmm,” Trevor hummed, answering both of them. “Maybe.”
“Lemme talk to him, sugar bear.”
Trevor raised a hand, popping out his back-up comm. Then he brushed back golden strands, tipping the hacker’s head further, who froze under the unexpected touch. Trevor settled the comm gently over his ear, and the hacker’s hand rose to adjust it instinctively.
“Hey there, baby girl,” Alfredo purred, and Trevor felt the hacker startle under his hands.
“Why, hello there, love,” he said, sounding mildly bewildered. “Feeling left out?”
Alfredo hummed agreeably, and the hacker glanced over his shoulder at Trevor.
“So what now?”
“That depends entirely on you, darling.” He dropped his hands and lowered his voice suggestively. “It can be anything you want.”
The hacker’s eyes widened imperceptibly.
“So you’re not here to uh-” The hacker drew his finger across his throat. “Blagh.”
Trevor stared. Alfredo chuckled quietly in his ear.
“As a matter of fact, no, we’re not,” Trevor drawled. He sauntered around the hacker to face him. “In case the message got lost in all the recruitment efforts-” Trevor brushed imaginary dirt off the hacker’s chest, leaning in close. “We want you.”
“Hot,” Alfredo commented under his breath, the red dot disappearing. Trevor looked out of the window and winked, before stepping back. The hacker caught his sleeve, and Trevor stilled, returning his attention to the blond. Fingers wandered up his arm as the hacker regarded him coyly from under his lashes.
“Won’t your partner get jealous, Treyco?” he whispered, licking his lips. Trevor’s gaze dropped down to watch.
“By all means,” Alfredo drawled, his tone sending a shiver down Trevor’s spine. “Don’t mind lil ol’ me.”
Trevor quirked a small smile, wrapping an arm around the hacker’s waist and pulling him close.
“Not if you invite both of us in for… coffee,” he murmured, mouths brushing together. The hacker shivered in his arms, swaying closer.
“I lied,” he said quietly, free hand settling on Trevor’s hip. “I don’t even drink coffee.”
Trevor met him halfway, mouths brushing together tenderly. His lips were soft but cracked against Trevor’s own, insistent and curious as he pushed. Trevor felt his pants grow tight as heat shot down his spine, and he raked his fingers through golden hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. Warmth spread through his limbs and Trevor gentled the kiss, reminding himself to take it slow.
It wouldn’t do to scare the hacker off now.
“Why are you stopping?” Alfredo complained when their hacker pulled back. “We were just getting to the good part!”
The hacker choked on a laugh, shooting a grin out the window.
“Why don’t you come inside,” he offered huskily, and Trevor noticed how Alfredo’s breathing hitched. His hand wrapped around Trevor’s waist, dipping low in the small of his back. “Wouldn’t want to get to the good part without you here.”
It could be a trick, Trevor acknowledged in the back of his mind, his arms tightening around the hacker. Alfredo’s gonna need a bit of time to come down from the roof and up to the apartment, and in the meantime, GB had a gun and Trevor lost his sniper. He’s not worried though because there’s a knife under his shirt, and the hacker is tracing the lines of it with his fingers, clearly aware that he’s armed as well.
“You know,” he murmured, hand dropping low to squeeze the hacker’s ass. “We wouldn’t need to chase you down if you just took the boss up on his offer to join us.”
“Now where’s the fun in that, love,” the hacker breathed, mirth dancing in his eyes.
“Then join us for tonight, at least, pretty boy,” Alfredo suggested over the comms. There was a mechanical humm in the background, and then an electronic ding.
“I think that’s what I just asked of you,” the hacker quipped.
“Well, I’m here,” Alfredo shot back, and then the door rattled before popping open. Trevor grinned. Alfredo was getting faster with his lockpicks. He closed and locked the door behind him, a smirk growing over his face. The hacker turned in Trevor’s arms to watch him. “Heard there was a party going on without me?”
The hacker held out a hand, inviting Alfredo over. “Well, now that you’re here, love…”
“Come join us,” Trevor ordered at the same time, and Alfredo laughed but didn’t have to be told twice. He stepped up behind their hacker, sandwiching the blond between them. The hacker shifted, and Trevor kept a sharp eye on him, but he seemed comfortable enough.
“Well then, GB,” Alfredo murmured, ducking his head to nibble at the hacker’s neck. The hacker tilted his head with a sharp exhale, giving Alfredo space to work. “What’s on the menu for tonight, sugarpie?”
“Gavin,” the hacker blurted out, and they stilled, catching each other’s eyes. “If we’re going to… It’s Gavin.”
“Gavin,” Trevor repeated, lowering his voice seductively. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable, hm?”
“Yes,” the hacker- Gavin- agreed fervently, his grip tightening on Trevor as Alfredo trailed kisses along his shoulder. “Let’s.”
***
Alfredo woke to a rustling noise, the bed empty next to him. The sheets were still warm, though, and then Trevor rolled into the empty space, burrowing his nose against his chest. Alfredo scratched his nails lightly through Trevor’s hair, eyes flitting through the dark room. There, in the door left slightly ajar-
“Leaving so soon?” he asked quietly, but not at a whisper. Secrecy always woke Trevor from the deepest sleep.
Gavin paused and glanced back at him.
“Places to be, things to do,” he said lightly, voice tight. Alfredo shifted, staring at him intently.
“This is your flat, you know, baby girl,” he reminded him. “You can kick us out whenever.”
Gavin smiled, a small, shy thing. “It’s yours now, love.”
Translation: Gavin considered the apartment compromised since they knew about it. But not burned. Alfredo cocked his head and raised a brow.
“Then next time, how about you come here instead of leading us on a merry chase?” he suggested, waggling his brows. “As fun as that was, this is more fun, wouldn’t you say, sugar?”
Gavin hesitated. “I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“Mhhhm,” Alfredo hummed skeptically. “Doubt you could. But just in case keep the card. Call us.”
Gavin subconsciously reached for his pocket, and a thrill of triumph rose in Alfredo’s chest. He’d already decided to take the card with him, even though he was sneaking out. Alfredo settled back down, wrapping an arm around Trevor.
“Stay safe, babe.”
Gavin watched then, gaze lingering on Trevor’s sleeping form.
“You too, love.”
And then he vanished into the darkness of the night. Alfredo closed his eyes and listened to the muffled steps. Close now. One day soon, Gavin will stay.
They just had to be patient.
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