"you're the sun"

Thank you to anon for the prompt! 

“C’mon, Michael, let’s wrestle!” Gavin slurred, a goofy grin plastered across his face. He slowly waded towards Michael, making grabby hands and humming the “Jaws” theme under his breath. Michael laughed but backed away slowly while splashing pool water at his friend’s face.

“No! Get the fuck away from me you moron!” Michael used both hands to send a torrent of chlorinated water straight into Gavin’s face, who promptly swallowed half of it. He coughed and spluttered pathetically.

“That’s it!” he spat, lunging at Michael with a war cry. He got his arms around the Michael’s neck and jumped on his back, pushing him into the water. Michael struggled against Gavin’s hold, coming up every so often, coughing out water, and swearing profusely. They struggled, Gavin cackling as he held the upper hand for a surprisingly long time. However, the tables turned when Michael successfully pried the gloating man’s fingers off his neck, turned around, and attacked him into the pool. He held Gavin under with both hands, grinning as his friend thrashed and water churned around them. He released his hold when he felt Gavin had been under for a sufficient amount of time.

Of course because of Gavin’s pityingly weak stomach, he came up coughing and gagging at the loads of pool water he had just ingested through open mouth and unplugged nose.

“You’re not supposed to drink the pool water, idiot. You don’t know how many times I’ve peed in it.” Michael grinned and slapped his friend on the back.

“Ha ha very funny” Gavin hacked, leaning over the pool side to spit out water.

Michael sighed happily and stretched back, enjoying both his victory and the warm Texas sun on his face. “Damn right, I’m fucking hilarious.”

Gavin cleared his throat a couple more times, trying desperately to rid himself of chlorinated water. “Whatever you say, Michael.” His smile quickly became a grimace. “Ugh my mouth is mingin. I’m getting another beer.”

“Yeah right, good plan. Get even more drunk. Then maybe instead of just wanting to wrestle me you’ll want to fuck or something. You’re such a touchy drunk. ” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Only if you grow a nice pair of tits, Michael. Then call me up and I’ll consider it!” Gavin jumped out of the pool and wandered away to presumably get another beer. Michael swam around a bit, did a couple jumps, and then just floated in the water, basking in the sun. When Gavin wasn’t back after fifteen minutes, Michael decided to check to make sure his drunk ass hadn’t tripped over something and knocked himself out. It was a surprisingly realistic possibility; Gavin was a bit of a danger to himself.

“Gavin, you aren’t dead right? I don’t have to come along and scoop up brains back into your cracked skull?” Michael called, climbing out of the pool and making his way to the cooler in which they had transported their alcohol.

And there was Gavin, next to the beer cooler, passed out on a towel. Michael shook his head at the sight and rambled towards him.

“Hey, moron” Michael slapped his friend’s cheek, half wanting to wake him up, half checking to see if he was still alive. Gavin groaned and sleepily pushed away Michael’s hand. “Eff off,” he slurred. Michael chuckled; consuming loads of beer, pool wrestling, and then almost choking to death did take a toll on a man.

Michael shrugged, grabbed his own towel from its place next to the cooler, and spread it out next to Gavin’s. He plopped down with his arms behind his head, legs crossed. He smiled lazily and took a deep breath. It had been a good Saturday with nothing but water, beer, and his boi. He began to drift off, woken only momentarily by a snuffling Gavin wrapping am arm around Michael’s pale, slightly damp chest and his chin coming to rest in the dip of Michael’s shoulder. Spiky, wet hair was suddenly in his mouth and eyes.

Hi anon! I haven't read mavin in forever because I have been so busy but you are in luck because this is my favorite mavin fic EVER

I think you are referring to this one: http://archiveofourown.org/works/884035

(Thanks to snackrifical for this prompt:)

Warnings: swearing A/N: I changed the last part a tiny bit. This was actually super fun to write and maybe it would be cool to continue it (If people like it, *shrugs*).

Gavin grinned, and Michael couldn't help but mirror it. "You got it, buddy. With tandem skydiving, you really just relax and enjoy the ride."

Michael snorted. "Yeah falling from 13,000 feet sounds like a fucking stroll through the country. Idiot." 

Gavin screeched about respecting the man in charge of his life, which Michael promptly rolled his eyes at. They boarded the plane and then it was only a matter of waiting for the ascent. 

"So, Michael. Training with you was tippy top. Even if you are an angry little ginger."

"Same goes for you Gavvy, even if you are a stupid nonsensical Brit."

Gavin mumbled something about him ruining the moment before handing Michael a slip of paper. "Want to hang out again sometime? It's my number."

"I can see that, idiot. Where do you think I would put this? In my asshole?" Gavin blushed and slapped a hand to his forehead.

"OK, yeah, I'm dumb. I'll just. Hey I need to attach to you so we can hop out this bloody plane." He rushed to retrieve the hooks, harnesses, and other necessary equipment to attach Michael to his front. Before he could get that far, though, Michael was extending a hand to grab his sleeve.

"Woah there. Just because I don't have a place to put it, doesn't mean I don't want it. After we hurtle to the ground I would be honored to have your number, dumbass. 

"Is there anyone else in here?" Gavin quickly stuffed the positive airway pressure mask back into his mouth before he could inhale smoke. The house was full of it; black clouds roiling through the room, obscuring his view through already clouded goggles. A ceiling beam crashed down behind him and he winced, hoping and praying that he would be able to get out.

He yanked out the mouthpiece again, "Is there anyone in hea-". Faint coughing interrupted his shout and he frantically made his way to the back of the room where a broken doorway led to what used to be a bedroom. There was a curly haired young man- probably Gavin's age- in a white t-shirt and pajamas laying still in bed and trapped underneath bits a pieces of ceiling. He looked to be sleeping and Gavin sprung into action, hopping over rubble and flames, and ripping obstructions off the fading boy. 

Gavin realized he never put his mouthpiece back in. "Stay with me, lad. Come on, I'm going to get you out."

The boy let out another weak cough, his eyes flickering. Gavin heaved him up, holding him in a fireman's carry with his body tossed across his shoulders and his hands clutching at his limp arms and the back of his legs. Gavin spun around, flinging himself out the bedroom and surveying the best escape from the apartment. There wasn't much of one. Gavin cursed.

An even weaker cough from the boy slung across his shoulders prompted Gavin to fling caution to the wind and vault through flames. He jumped over wooden obstructions, and found his way back to the door of the apartment. The only thing left was the hallway which only had large amounts of poisonous smoke but no pieces of house to make his way through.

Finally, the two made it outdoors where an ambulance was waiting for the boy. Gavin was handing him off, about to rush back to his superior to ask if he should head back into the apartment, when a hand reached out an caught his chunky gloved one. Gavin glanced down, surprised at the clutch on the smoke poisoned man. Gavin looked at the man's face and was surprised to see brown eyes staring into his own. One squeeze, though, and the pressure was gone as was the gaze, replaced with drooping eyelids. Before Gavin could blink, the man was taken away, an oxygen mask attached to his face and his body placed onto a stretcher. 

That is quite the AU setting…

Gavin was stuck and feeling like a load of rubbish. He thought that when he and Michael got together, everything would get easier. There would be no more weird sexual tension, no more back and forth and miscommunication. There would be no more beating around the bush when it came to their emotions. And most importantly, Gavin would stop being so goddamn terrified that Michael would reject him; just get up one day wondering why the hell he was putting up with such a tosser.

  That’s what was supposed to happen anyway. But Gavin’s feelings of nervousness and inadequacy weren’t disappearing even after they started dating. And it was probably due to a large variety of reasons which were distinctly Freudian flavored in nature. Gavin couldn’t deny that a psychoanalyst would have a bloody heyday with him. However, he wasn’t attentive or motivated enough to look at that sort of crap. Rather he was fixated on one specific thing.

  He couldn’t successfully manage to give his boyfriend a single goddamn blowjob without gagging and coughing.

  Don’t even get started with him, because he knew it was fucking stupid. He knew that Michael wouldn’t leave him over it and if he did then he really wasn’t as worth it as Gavin once thought. Gavin knew his feelings were completely and utterly illogical. But, really now, since when do brains work with logic? Does it make sense that kids are automatically afraid of the dark even though they’ve never had a traumatic experience with it? Does it make sense that some people with loads of cash or perfect lives have depression? No! So don’t even look at him like that.

  But every fucking time things got hot with him and Michael, and he thought maybe this once he would be able to get the redhead off with his stupid mouth, and he would sink down all sexily, and go in for the kill, it was automatically ruined when his bloody hair trigger gag reflex would ruin everything. It almost always ended with Michael yelling at him for trying yet again to do something that was beyond his physical limitations. Gavin would pout and hang his head in shame. And then they’d finish lamely, either jerking each other off (which often ended up taking so fucking long their poor dicks chafed) or sometimes even ending it all together, making out half heartedly and falling into bed (sneaking off into the shower at some point to rid themselves of leftover frustration). It sucked, but what were they supposed to do? There wasn’t a whole lot that was sexy about gagging and yelling.

  And then, of course, Gavin would feel like utter shit. Because seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? It was mouth on cock, not rocket science. It wasn’t like he found Michael’s dick to be mingin or anything, quite the contrary; it was one of his favorite parts of Michael. All pale and thick and smooth. The way it stood at attention when Michael was aroused, all blushing and pulsing. He could wax poetic about his stupid cock! It just seemed that words about Michael’s pretty dick could come out his mouth but the very same cock just couldn’t go in. And he felt like he couldn’t satisfy Michael or his needs and goddamn it he sounded like a fem.

  It was stupid. He was stupid. And just everything was stupid.

  Then Gavin decided he was done. He decided that he would put an end to the failed attempts at blowjobbing (blowjobbation? Blowjobbifying?). He would put an end to failure and frustration and he was going to make Michael feel so fucking good that he couldn’t remember his own name even if he tried, goddamn it.

  ***

  When Gavin popped through Michael’s door one Wednesday night after work, he could hear the shower running and Michael rapping. Gavin smiled both at his boyfriend’s prone position all naked and wet in the shower and the adorable white boy rapping that was coming from his mouth. Gavin dropped the 6 pack of beer and Michael’s spare key that he had in hand on the kitchen table. He struggled out of his sweatshirt, throwing it on the ground. Michael could yell at him about being a pig later.

  “I be stepping so fresh with the flair from Rarity; Scared of me? Shouldn't be, giggle at the ghostly”

  He strode towards the bathroom, deliberating only for a moment before shedding his shoes, socks, and the rest of his clothing and depositing them to the ground. He felt silly buck naked in the middle of Michael’s apartment when the man didn’t even know he was there. He shook off the feeling and knocked on the door, before swinging it open and striding in.

  “I'm about to toast these letters like Spike; Dragon spits legit flames to melt the mic- holy shit!”

  Michael stumbled in the shower, knocking a variety of tubes and containers off the sides of the shower before shoving the sliding glass door of the shower open. “Oh my fuckin god, ok it’s just you, Gav. Jesus Christ on a bicycle built for two, you scared the shit out of me!” Michael’s eyes were wide and he was clutching at his chest.

  Gavin scratched at the back of his head, looking up sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Michael. That definitely was not my intention.” Gavin pointed out the door, feeling like an absolute idiot. A naked, embarrassed, stupid idiot. “I can wait for you outside in the living room if you want.”

  Michael glanced down at Gavin’s lack of clothing and raised his eyebrows. “Now that would be stupid. I mean, I literally got a naked Brit delivered to my shower. Why the hell would I banish his hot ass to the living room?” Michael grinned, shoving sopping hair away from his eyes. Gavin only stared. “Well, c’mon you idiot. Before the fucking water gets cold!” Michael gestured impatiently, stepped back and pushed fallen bottles to the far corner to make room for Gavin, who scrambled through the opening in the shower.

  “Hi.” Gavin smiled shyly down to Michael who rolled his eyes.

  “Hi, dumbass. Are you gonna kiss me or stand there looking like an idiot?” Gavin continued to stare at Michael. It seemed like they could tangibly feel when the atmosphere turned from playful to determined and their grins slowly faded.

  Suddenly, Gavin surged forward and connected their lips, swiftly opening his mouth and inviting Michael inside. The water pelting at their skin and the steam rising up around them felt amazing compared with the warmness and wetness of their connecting mouths. Gavin’s hands reached up to clutch at Michael’s biceps and bring him closer to his chest, their cocks brushing together briefly with the movement. They shared a mutual shudder at the slight sensation. Michael reached around Gavin’s waist, hanging on tightly as the sandy haired man explored his mouth with abandon, their tongues twisting and tasting.

  Gavin’s hands slipped around to Michael’s back, feeling the slick, smooth skin. He nipped and sucked at Michael’s lips, hands sliding suddenly downwards to cup his ass and give a squeeze. Michael yelped into Gavin’s mouth and he bit at him in retaliation. They separated for a breathless moment. “You minge.” Michael breathed, nosing at Gavin’s jaw line, biting along the edge of it. Gavin squeezed again, pressing his fingertips into the soft flesh of his ass. Michael groaned quietly.

  “You were saying?” Gavin smirked, smoothing at the worried skin.

  “You have a fixation.” Michael retorted, tilting his head to capture Gavin’s lips again. Gavin responded while dragging his fingernails across the top of Michael’s ass and down his cheeks.

  “Surely I have no idea what you are referring to.” Gavin managed to get out between breathless kisses. The air was heavy with condensation and perspiration and their breathing was beginning to become labored. Gavin’s hand continued to stroke at Michael’s bottom and the redhead couldn’t find it in his heart to complain. It felt nice. So did the kissing, which continued to be a pattern of dancing tongues, nipping teeth, sucking lips, and repeat.

  Michael didn’t even notice when Gavin’s finger traveled slightly down to slip between his cheeks, just resting in his cleft. He did notice when it began to stroke at his cleft though, slowly slipping further down to brush at his entrance. He shivered and rested his head in the dip formed by Gavin’s neck and clavicle. “Gav.” He whispered, his tongue peeking out to lap up the water on the tanned Brit’s skin.

“Mmm, Michael?” Gavin nuzzled at the wet curls, smelling Michael’s sweet scent. He slipped his finger back down, this time a fingertip entering Michael for only a second before it came back out and up. Michael was speechless with anticipation. He was being teased, he knew it. But it felt way too good to put a stop to it. This with the occasionally brush between their cocks had Michael vibrating with sensation. Then all at once, the entire hand was gone from his ass, and Michael felt himself being turned around.

“Gav, what are you-” Michael’s question was interrupted by Gavin shushing him and dropping to his knees. “What are you do- holy fucking shit!”

  Michael doubled over, biting at his lips as the sudden sensation of Gavin fucking Free lapping lightly at the entrance of his freaking asshole. Michael braced himself with a hand against the shower wall. Gavin started out tentative, placing gentle little licks around the rim and cleft of Michael’s ass. Emboldened by Michael’s sounds of pleasure and the way he was pushing his bottom back to meet Gavin’s mouth, Gavin increased the pressure of his tongue. He swiped at the entire entrance with the flat of his tongue, switching between shorter and broader licks.

  Michael was a sweating, shaking mess. His arm wobbled and he added the other one for extra support. Little pathetic “ah’s” were escaping his mouth with each new swipe of Gavin’s tongue. He ground back toward the wetness, needing more pressure. More touching. More anything. The tongue was both not enough and too much at the same time. Michael couldn’t tell if he was over or under stimulated to be honest. “Gav, please!” He didn’t even know what he was asking for. He only hoped maybe Gavin would be able to tell him.

  Michael was surprised to feel Gavin’s hands come up to hold him open, fingers clutching at either side of his ass cheeks. Michael didn’t even have time to be embarrassed at the fact that he was all on display, moist air hitting all his intimate places, because Gavin’s mouth just came back to his ass, this time that cursed tongue dipping inside his entrance and oh god Michael was going to have a heart attack. Could you have a heart attack from being so aroused?

  Gavin was enjoying himself, even if his jaw did ache a little bit. But his gag reflex wasn’t acting up and he felt turned on at the sounds Michael was making. Mewls with every narrow lick, hums for the broad ones, and full bodied moans for when Gavin tongued his hole. Gavin moved his hand so only one was doing the job of holding Michael open, the other one dropping between his own legs to lightly stroke at his leaking cock.

  “Stop, stop. Oh my god please stop, Gavin.” Gavin let go and scooted back and Michael gasped, dropping his head down to rest on the top of his arms. His knees were shaking and he felt like he might collapse, the hot steam adding to his dizziness. “Let- let’s out of the shower… and continue this in my bedroom.” Michael breathed deeply, trying to calm his shaking body but it was hard to do with the sensation pulsing through his body and the blood rushing down to his cock.

  “Gav?” Michael turned around only to find Gavin still on the shower floor, splayed back against the wall, fisting his cock. Michael breathed out shakily, crouching down. He slowed Gavin’s hand and placed a kiss to his lips. He could taste his own sweat and musk there. “Hey don’t do the fun part without me.” Gavin’s eyes opened and he nodded.

  Michael reached up to yank the nozzle and turn the cooling water off, then he was grabbing Gavin and leading him out the shower door and into the living room. They were distracted momentarily by each other’s lips, trying to navigate to the bedroom while tangling their tongues together. Michael was surprised by how much he liked the taste of himself on Gavin’s tongue.

  When they made it to the bedroom, Gavin wasted no time in pushing Michael to the bed, and digging the lube from the bedside table. “Feisty are we?” Michael smirked, gripping at Gavin’s hips as the taller man straddled him.

  “Maybe a bit.” Gavin kissed Michael silent, sliding back into the space between Michael’s legs and pushing on his calf so it was balanced on his shoulder. The other hand gripped at the pale flesh of Michael’s thigh. Then the cap was off the lube, the lube was on Gavin’s fingers, and the fingers were running around the outside of Michael’s entrance. The ginger gasped, Gavin was wasting absolutely no time tonight.

  Michael was already loosened from shower rimming so a single digit slipped inside of him no problem. He sighed against the sensation; fingers were good and solid unlike a tongue. They gave him the much needed pressure that a mouth just couldn’t provide. Gavin thrust the finger in and out of his asshole, stroking the walls of his ass. His second finger was swiping around the edge and then the two were together, playing with his rim. Michael squirmed, biting his lip so he didn’t make any stupid sounds he would regret. Gavin stopped staring rapt at his asshole and dipped his head down to kiss Michael, thrusting his tongue in time with his two fingers.

  “Goddamn it Gavin, it feels fucking good.” Michael felt the bastard smile against his lips and pull the two fingers out almost entirely, just the tips resting inside and stroking lightly. Michael felt a third fingertip push as his entrance and he relaxed himself, letting his head drop back against the pillow. Gavin leaned back again and he watched his fingers slowly disappear into the slighter man’s asshole. He brought his other hand down from Michael’s thigh to feel the stretched skin around his fingers.

  “Seriously, when did you get so fixated on my ass?” Gavin looked up to see Michael staring at him, an amused smile on his red face. Gavin shrugged and crooked his fingers up, dragging them back out, laying them flat, and sliding them back in. He repeated the movement until the fingers were going in and out smoothly. Finally, he felt Michael tense when a lucky prod stroked the tiny bundle of nerves hidden deep in Michael. Gavin knew from experience that Michael’s prostate was extremely sensitive and any more stimuli that a little would be too much.  Still he went back and lightly prodded it again. “Oh shit, oh shit.” Michael’s body arched seized and Gavin quickly slid his fingers completely out. Michael collapsed back to the pillow, his chest heaving and his body sweating.

  “Need a moment?” Gavin grabbed a tissue and wiped the lube from his fingers, using his other hand to stroke at Michael’s chest. Michael only nodded.

  “I’m just letting you go all this stuff to me and I’m not even reciprocating.” Michael frowned and picked himself up, balancing on his elbows. However, Gavin shook his head and held the redhead back with a hand to his chest.

  “I’m having a grand time, my little Michael. Don’t you worry.” With that, Gavin was reaching back into the side table drawer for a condom and feeling around for the abandoned lube.

  “Hey, Gavvers?” Gavin paused, looking down at Michael and cocking his head to the side. “Let’s do it without the condom, okay? We both got checked and I really…” Michael swiped a hand over his heated cheeks. “I want to feel all of you, okay?” He mumbled, grabbing the condom and lobbing it across the room.

  “Well you didn’t need to throw it you doughnut,” Gavin smiled and pecked Michael, positioning his knees right behind Michael’s bum. “Are you ready?” 

  “I fuckin hope so, Mr. Foreplay.” Michael rolled his eyes and opened his legs, planting his feet on the mattress, behind Gavin. “Get on with it, will ya!”

  “Bloody impatient.” Gavin gripped himself at the base of his cock, running a lubed hand down his length and holding himself back from jerking off with reckless abandon. It felt like he had been hard for hours. He was looking forward to release. With his cock sufficiently lubed, he placed the head right at Michael’s entrance and looked up for permission. Michael nodded impatiently, motioning with his hands.

  Gavin placed one hand by Michael’s head, keeping the other steady on his cock. He pushed, the head of his cock breaching his surprisingly still-tight asshole. Michael fisted the bed sheets and worked on his breathing, trying to keep his muscles from tensing and making this hard for the both of them. Gavin slid in molasses slow, so Michael ended up feeling every little inch of him. When he was buried to the hilt, Michael let out a shaky sigh. Gavin’s other hand came up to join the other next to the ginger’s head and Gavin pulled at his lips and brushed their noses together. Michael frantically increased the speed of the kiss, opening his mouth and tasting the Brit desperately. Gavin groaned and moved his hips back, sliding out halfway and slowly moving back in.

  Michael’s hands dropped the sheets and he instead gripped at Gavin’s hips, so he could feel the movement there as he pulled out halfway and thrust in again. He was slowly gaining speed, pulling out even more and thrusting in even harder every time. Eventually, he had built up a brutal pace, his hips pistoning, skin slapping against skin. He reached a hand down to stroke at Michael’s cock while fucking him and Michael tossed his head back in pleasure, his mouth dropping open.

  Gavin’s eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were worrying at a bit of his lip. The electric sensation pulsing through him felt amazing and he fought against coming right away. “Shit, Michael.” Gavin groaned, pushing into him hard while fisting his cock at a similar speed. He felt Michael tense all around him and the ginger released a desperate sounding whimper. Gavin slowed his hand and hips for a moment, knowing that he had happened to brush his prostate and he needed to recover. Michael’s asshole was rhythmically clenching and unclenching and Gavin brushed his hand against his boyfriend’s jaw. “You ok, love?”

  Michael nodded, opening his eyes and breathing out. “Yeah, yeah please resume where we left off.”

Gavin grinned and shook his head, mumbling something about him being a “cheeky bastard” while commencing to pull out and push back inside of Michael, shivering at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Michael clenched again, feeling the waves of stimulation hit him. He wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer with the combined effects of the rimming, fingering, and fucking. His asshole was being a trooper as it was, Jesus. Gavin reached again for his cock, only lightly gripping it this time and Michael squirmed with the too-light touch.

  Gavin’s bruising pace was built back up again but what did him in was another nudge at his prostate. And goddamn it was Gavin’s cock a prostate-seeking missile tonight or what? Michael tensed again, his back arching and his mouth releasing a torrent of whimpers and moans. He clenched around Gavin’s cock like a fucking vice and the Brit groaned as well, his own body tensing at the added sensation. Michael clenched his eyes shut and shouted as he spilled his release across Gavin’s knuckles and his own stomach. Gavin followed shortly after, Michael’s asshole’s grip pushing him over the edge. As Michael collapsed, his come milked completely out of his cock, he was graced with the feel of Gavin’s own dick spasming inside him, filling him with come.

  Gavin collapsed on top of him, elbows poking into the ginger’s soft flesh. Michael couldn’t find the energy to complain though. They lay like that, trying to catch their breath, sweat cooling on their bodies as the warmness of sex slowly dissipated. “Gav, gerroff” Michael slurred, pushing at the Brit’s shoulders. Gavin rolled off, collapsing on his back next to Michael, mumbling an apology.

  When Gavin moved again, it was to get on his side and face Michael. Michael felt the stare peeped open a single eye. “What the hell do you want?”

  “Can I…er…” Gavin was looking anywhere but in Michael’s eyes and the redhead open his eyes completely and propped himself up, curious now.

  “Can you what? Spit it out, I’d probably let you do anything after that you idiot.”

  Gavin sat up. “Ok, well lay back down then.”

  “Oooh-kaay.” Michael laid back, his arms and legs splaying out flat. He could feel Gavin’s come begin to slowly dribble out his hole and he couldn’t tell whether or not it was a sensation that he enjoyed. Gavin joined him, lying in the crook of his arm and resting his head between Michael’s neck and collar bone. “You don’t have to ask if you can cuddle, you moron.” Michael said fondly, nuzzling at his Brit’s messy sex hair.

  “Shut up, Michael. That’s not what I was asking about.” Before Michael could say another word, Gavin was sliding down and hiking up Michael’s leg. The ginger breathed out as he felt a single finger enter his come-slick, loosened hole.

  “Oh.” Michael sighed. Gavin just rested his head on his stomach and continued to brush the finger around, doing nothing but feeling around the rim and dipping in to rub gently at the walls. It was just on the edge of being over stimulating but Gavin was being so soft and gentle that it felt more like…petting in a weird way. He occasionally used two fingertips to prod the entrance, or felt along the rim with a thumb and forefinger. Michael’s eyes slowly drifted shut and a hand came up to card through Gavin’s hair. He wasn’t even going to be embarrassed that after-fucking fingering was putting him to sleep. Rather, he opened his legs further and snuggled into the toasty Brit at his side.

  “Slag.” Gavin breathed, smiling against the skin at his stomach.

  “Shut up, you like it.” Michael murmured.

  Gavin didn’t even grace that obvious statement with a response, but rather continued to play with Michael’s hole until the come and lube had dried and the ginger was snoring lightly. Gavin nuzzled into his flesh pillow and just let his hand rest against Michael’s bottom. He sighed happily.

Warnings: swears A/N: Thanks again for the icon, notoriouslogman! Sorry if this is a bit rough, it's my first Joelay.