It's Mogar to You Bitches

“GG dude. You’ve done good.” He said watching Michael begin to load the weapons. Gun’s were one thing that always made Ray excited, shooting things was to him what shopping was to Gavin. To think that three years ago when he was still just a no one that he’d be where he is now is weird. The crew literally was his life and to think what he’d be without them. Well, dead. That was probably the answer.

“This is not how I relieve tension, but hey.. once this date is out of the way maybe you can try a few of my tricks with your boyfriend.” Michael said the last bit sing-songish. He wanted to tease Ray just a little. Gavin hadn’t told him right off the bat. He’d tried to make him guess. But then got fed up with Michael not guessing correctly, as he would normally do, and spit it out.

Of course, at first Michael had giggled. But now he was just.

“Don’t let Gavin get you too worked up about it. It’s just a date. People go on them all the time. Mind you, the person you’re going with makes people disappear..” Michael reached out and patted Ray’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. This is the last thing I’m saying about it: It’s  just dinner, or lunch, or whatever. With someone you’ve eaten with several times. Just be yourself.” Michael dropped his hands back to his guns and finished loading them.

“–I can only hope he can.” The woman muttered, a sort of sadness weighing on her heart. Part of her knew that Michael was right, dwelling on the past wasn’t going to make the future any better. Still, she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Could Burnie get hurt because of this? Could Chris? God, how could she have been so selfish?

“There won’t be a need for you to leave, anyway. So Don’t just drop off the face of the Earth because of a little heat.” Michael didn’t know what else to tell her. It seemed like a huge jump, to consider leaving.

       Gavin drew his mouth back, kissing just above where he’d bitten to smirk against the skin, “Mm, but that’s my plan.” He chuckled, lifting his head back to look at him while he ground himself against Michael only to move his hips back some so that he could finish with pushing Michael’s pants down his frame. He wiggled in his hold until he was free from it so he could bounce back land onto the bed.

He pulled the brief’s off his frame and down until they were off the Brit. Michael’s hand pressed past his hip, but didn't touch his cock. He just smirked at him and the half hardness that had greeted him. He tossed the brief’s off the bed and onto the floor before putting his knees between his legs and spreading them open for him and leaning in. “You’re not even ready for me yet.” Michael hissed out near Gavin’s neck.

“Suppose that means I can give you a nice hickey beneath your ear yeah?” Michael teased, nibbling just under Gavin’s ear with no intention to mark him. He’d tease him, but he knew the hickey’s needed to be lower on Gavin. Especially when they were heading back to work.

He dug his hands underneath it, pushing it up and over Michael’s head without pause. His hands came back to run over his chest and a smile grew onto his face, “Never get sick of seeing you like this, Jones.” He kissed his chin and then to his neck, dragging his lips to a spot he favored then biting down with a small little thrilled noise.

As Gavin pulled his pants open, Michael shifted his hips to his bumped Gavin’s own and started that slow grind of their clothed parts against one another. Low noises were coming up his throat as Gavin continued to mark him.

He moved his hands, grabbing to Michael’s cheeks so he could draw him in for a kiss that the Brit was smiling bright against. He’d gone from aroused and whispering to just wanting to kiss his boyfriend’s face. Being in love was still weird to him, but God did he enjoy every second of it. He kissed him again, whispering against his lips, “I love you.” He smiled then drew back with an intake of breath, “Okay, right sorry. Focusing.”

“Your move.” Michael smiled there and kissed him, slowly, drawing the Brit back into his arms and into the gentle kiss that he could either deepen, or stop. Take his time, or push. It was up to Gavin. Michael enjoyed when he made the choice of what they would do, how they would do it, and when. Of course, Michael was perfectly capable of doing that too.