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Gavin clenched his jaw. “Come on Michael, just let us go,” he whined. This time, Jeremy shook his head.

“Neither of you can leave till you can leave till you kiss, that’s the rules!” He teased. Ryan let out a long sigh. Of all the people to get stuck with under the mistletoe, it had to be Gavin. They had been there ten minutes, both too stubborn to give in and get it over with. “It’s just one kiss,” Jeremy egged on, looking way too amused.

Neither moved an inch.

“Will you idiots just kiss so we can actually do our work,” Geoff complained from the other side of the room. If it had been anyone else, Ryan would have just done it, but this was Gavin, and he refused to kiss Gavin Free. Beside him, he heard Gavin scoff and he felt lips being pressed against his cheek.

“There! It’s done. Now let me get back to work,” Gavin growled. Jeremy and Michael both shook their heads, each wearing matching smirks.

“That doesn’t count, you both have to kiss,” Michael pointed out, earning himself a long annoyed groan from three out of the six men in the room. Gavin just glared at his fellow lads.

“I’m going to burn every single damn piece of Mistletoe in this office once I'm allowed to leave,” Ryan growled, spinning towards Gavin. He cupped Gavin’s face and leaned in. He could feel Gavin tensing up as he leaned closer and closer.

Gavin forgot how to breathe for a moment, eyes wide as Ryan inched closer and closer. Suddenly, he felt lips against his, kissing him. He had been expecting Ryan to be rough, but the kiss was gentle. His lips were soft, and for a moment, Gavin forgot that they hated each other. He kissed back, maybe a little too eagerly, and then suddenly Ryan deepened the kiss. Gavin wasn’t entirely sure how much time was passing, nor could he hear the teasing around them.

When they eventually broke apart, both felt slightly dazed. “There uh, can we go now?” Ryan mumbled. Michael let out a chuckle and nodded, stepping aside to allow the two pass. Ryan silently walked to his desk, but he was far too distracted to really do any work.

Gavin felt confused. That wasn’t a kiss that people who hated each other gave each other, right? He peered over at Ryan, just staring at him until their eyes met. Gavin immediately tore his gaze away, a blush splashing across his face. This was bad, this was very bad.

The rest of the day, the two avoided walking near each other. Gavin was an absolute mess, blushing even at the mention of Ryan. When the end of the day came, both couldn’t help but feel relieved, and both were eager to just get out of the office.

As they got ready to leave, both made a grave mistake and found themselves next to each other. “Oh Gavin, Ryan!” Michael sang out, a smirk plastered on his lip as he pointed up.

“…I don’t know what the hell just happened. Not sure if I should even give points to that,” Jon said, staring at Michael and Gavin. Michael held his head in his hands, shaking it as he laughed.

“I don’t know what you were expecting, Jon, the card said I had to moan every word out,” Gavin replied in defense. Michael raised his head, staring at Gavin with annoyance.

“Yeah but you’re the dumbass that took it to that level, you fucking idiot,” he retorted, shaking his head at Gavin. In all truthfulness, the sounds that had come out of Gavin had done something to him, but Michael wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, especially to Gavin.

“But Micool….” Gavin pouted leaning against his friend. Michael rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“But Micool...” Michael mocked.

Jon cleared his throat. “So that’s the bar that the Cheeky Bois set, which if you can’t tell, is low, let’s see what the Real Mavin Shippers have for us,” he announced, pausing as he waited for the prompt to pop up on the screen.

How to Time Travel.

Lindsay immediately leaned over to Barbara, whispering something into the other’s ear. Barbara grinned, glancing over to Jon, who just nodded. If Michael and Gavin had been paying attention, they might have noticed that something was going on, something was being planned.

“Cheeky Bois, are you going to use your diddle card this round? You might need it,” Jon asked cheerfully, turning to Michael and Gavin. Gavin started to open his mouth, but Michael shook his head.

“No, I think we’re going to save them for the last round,” he cheerfully replied. Jon raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“Sixty seconds on the clock then, starting with Lindsay!”

“To”

“Time”

“Travel”

“You”

“Have”

“To”

DING

Michael grinned. “Fist”

Lindsay just shook her head. “A”

“Giant”

“Teddy”

“Bear.”

“Then”

“You”

“Must”

DING

“Balls” Gavin proudly announced.

“Deep”

“In”

DING

Michael was silent a few moments. “Salad.”

“Then”

“You”

“Can”

“Jump”

“Into”

DING

“Michael” Gavin instantly replied.

“Because”

“He”

“Controls”

“Time.”

“Done?”

Michael clutched his stomach, unable to stop laughing.

“Oh, dear God, what just happened?!” Jon gasped as he tried to calm himself down.

“Honestly? I’m not actually sure what happened there either, but I know a motherfucking Timelord!” Lindsay beamed, shooting rocket fingers at Michael. Michael stood up, bowing to the crowd.

“Let’s read that back…”

To time travel you have to fist a giant teddy bear. Then you must balls deep in salad. Then you can jump into Michael because he controls time. Done?

“At least we actually got to our point!” Barbara pointed out to Jon.

“Hey, if Gavin wasn’t there having sex with himself, we might have actually gotten something out!” Michael called out. “I call bullshit!”

Jon shook his head. “I’m totally giving points to the Real Mavin Shippers on that. Though five points for Gavin for the most interesting moans I’ve seen and heard so far…”

As the four of them waited for the points to tally up, Jon read an ad. Much to his annoyance, Michael and Gavin were abusing the Golden Gus, while Lindsay casually began to steal things from Jon’s desk, one item at a time. He looked at the three of them tiredly, then turned to the camera, staring straight at it.

“Let’s see those damn scores,” he announced, still staring straight into the camera.

’15 vs 69’

“You know what that means?”

Barbara and Lindsay smiled evilly at each other, then at the boys. “Oh, Jon, can I say it?” Barbara teased. Jon nodded quickly. “The Cheeky Bois suck and have to do the redemption challenge!”

Michael noticed she looked way too pleased by this than she should, causing a moment of concern to rise in Michael.

“So, since you don’t have enough points, I’m going to need both of you do the redemption challenge. It was supposed to be Gavin’s favorite game, the cookie challenge, but the girls came up with a better challenge at the beginning of the show, and I think I like that idea much more. So, for what, fifty-four points, the two of you must kiss. I’ll throw an extra thirty-one points in though, making you be at a nice even one hundred points!” Jon announced.

“It can’t be stupid either! No bullshit kissing. We want real kisses like we were promised at Extra Life,” Lindsay threw in.

“And it has to last longer than a few seconds!” Barbara added.

Gavin and Michael looked at each other with wide eyes. Neither had seen that coming, not even from a mile away. Before Gavin could react though, Michael was pulling him closer. Gavin froze completely, shocked that Michael was doing it. He could feel his heart racing, and the closer he got to Michael, the more he could have sworn that he could hear Michael’s heart. “It’s just a kiss boi,” Michael said, looking at Gavin with a small smile. Gavin stared at him, still shocked.

Michael gently swooped in, lips pressing against Gavin’s. Gavin tensed up as Michael kissed him, and for a moment, his brain went berserk. He could feel the radiating heat from Michael’s cheek. The room was silent, but right as Gavin closed his eyes, he saw Barbara whipping out her phone. Fuck it, he decided. He relaxed against Michael’s lips, kissing back.

When Gavin began kissing back, Michael forgot where he was. Instead, he hungrily dove into the kiss, something inside of him taking over. If it wasn’t for the fact that he heard a ‘whoop’ come from the audience, he was pretty sure that he would have lasted a lot longer. Pulling back from Gavin, he flushed.

Jon and Lindsay were fanning themselves jokingly, while Barbara continued to film. “And that friends is how you get Mavin to kiss,” she announced eagerly, and then promptly clicking something and dropping her phone.

“Finally! My dreams have come true!” Lindsay squealed, earning herself a glare from both the boys. Most of the crowd cheered, while some seemed to just be laughing. Michael could practically feel the people on Tumblr rejoicing right then.

Jeremy knew none of them could die, it was a perk of being immortal. He knew that no matter what came at them, they’d live on. He usually used this fact to his advantage too, making sure to test the limits. He’d done plenty of stupid things, most of the time alongside Gavin and Michael. Living life recklessly had become one of his favorite things to do.

Sometimes he wondered if he was too reckless. Sure, he knew that he could be put into any situation and come out alive, but what if they weren’t immortal forever? What if one day they tempted fate too much and couldn’t come back?

“We’ve got the money, heading to Chiliad now,” Michael announced over the radio. Jeremy sucked in a breath, knowing that his job was about to start. Jeremy glanced over to where he knew Ryan was positioned. Using his scope, he could see Ryan looking towards his position. The older man waved slightly, which made a small smile cross his lips.

“Showtime,” Ryan hummed into the radio. Jeremy took a deep breath, nodding to himself. In the distance, he could see Michael and Gavin’s car speeding towards them, police on their tails. He waited for a moment, before aiming for the tires on the police cruisers. Jeremy watched as a few cars started spinning. Officers started climbing out of their now damaged cars, making them the perfect targets for him to take advantage of.

He wasn’t expecting to hear sirens surrounding him. Taking a quick look around, Jeremy felt his stomach drop as he was the police surrounding their location, blocking most, if not all, escapes. They weren’t even following Gavin and Michael anymore, but instead seemed as though they were specifically targeting the area.

“Abort mission, locations have been compromised. NOOSE is waiting at Chiliad, just loose the police and we’ll meet up later,” Geoff announced hurriedly. Jeremy could hear gun shots ringing over the radio. It was like a jab in the stomach realizing that somehow the police had been tipped off on what they were planning.  

From where Jeremy was stationed, he could see Ryan getting cornered. The police were coming in fast, faster than Ryan could take them out, and Jeremy knew that he wasn’t in range to get an accurate shot to help Ryan. There wasn’t much space left between Ryan and the wall, and it seemed like the police just kept coming. What confused him, however, was the fact that no one seemed to be going after him, just Ryan.

“Get out of there, Jeremy,” Geoff ordered. Jeremy stared at Ryan, not moving. Again, his brain started to be consumed with the idea that being immortal was only temporary. His heart dropped at the idea that it could be the end for Ryan, that this could be the moment that Ryan died, and it’d be right in front of him.  He hated the idea that he had so much to tell Ryan, so much that he’s meant to say, but hadn’t found the right time. He couldn’t stand the idea of Ryan not being around. He could stand the idea that something could happen when he could have stopped it. He knew that he would never be able to live with himself if he escaped and left Ryan on his own.

Jeremy shook his head. There was no way he was going to leave Ryan. Blind rage took over, one minute he was on top of the building, the next he was charging towards the crowd of police, gun firing without any concern. “What are you doing, idiot? Get out of here,” Ryan yelled, but Jeremy ignored him, fighting his way throw the crowd. In all reality, he knew what he was doing was stupid, but he could bring himself to care as he took out as many officers as he could.

“I’m not going to leave you behind asshole,” he finally replied, taking a moment to look at Ryan. Ryan faltered for a moment, face contorting in confusion.

“I would have been okay without you,” he replies. Jeremy grimaced, knowing that this was probably not the best time to be having a conversation, not when they’re surrounded and police were shooting them in every direction. He knew it’d only be a matter of time before the police figured out shooting them wasn’t going to work and that they’d have to use other means. The last thing Jeremy wanted to happen was for him and Ryan to get captured and taken in.

Jeremy’s eyes darting around, looking for a distraction. The one thing about being so much shorter than the rest of their crew was that Jeremy was better at sneaking around. His eyes fell on body two feet in front of him. Sticking out of the vest, he spotted a can of BZ gas. Lurching forward, he reached for the can. He ripped the plug off, tossing it into the crowd. Suddenly the surrounding officers stopped, coughing, and trying to cover their faces. Jeremy waved his hand, trying to motion Ryan to come.

As the police reacted, the two men escaped past the chaos and confusion, going for the only possible escape. They ran, moving as though their lives depended on it. Neither of them looked back. Ryan motioned towards a car, nodding to Jeremy. They made a beeline towards it. Ryan slammed his arm against the window, breaking it open.

--

“Why didn’t you leave?” Ryan asked, the two racing towards the outskirts of the city. Jeremy didn’t answer, instead he looked down. “Jeremy?”

“I couldn’t leave you,” he mumbled, shrugging.

“I would have been okay, that’s our thing. We get out of shitty situations all the time,” the man pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jeremy mumbled, not looking at Ryan. Suddenly, the car stopped as Ryan pulled to the side of the road.

“Hey,” Ryan started, nudging Jeremy. Jeremy glanced up. “Thanks for coming for me,” Ryan murmured. The two stared at each other, exchanging knowing looks.

It was one of those days, those days when Ryan knew he probably shouldn’t have gotten out of bed, and probably shouldn’t have even considered going on the heist. Still, a job was a job, and Ryan was not going to be the guy that wimp out just because he knew deep down he shouldn’t bother getting out of bed.

It had been one thing after another. First, he realized, he was out of diet coke, which meant that before he did anything for the heist, he had to take his ass to the store and get some diet coke. Then, while on the heist, one of his idiot crew members hadn’t been paying enough attention, and he found himself being shot in the left shoulder. Of course, he was the Vagabond though, so he did his job, just like he should, pain and all. The, he found out his damn car had been impounded by the police due to the way he parked, which in his defense, had been partially inside of the parking lane. To top it all off, their usual doctor was busy, which meant that he had to take the time to take a different doctor hostage long enough to get them to fix him up.

So all he wanted to do when they got back to the penthouse was lock himself away with the new pack of diet coke, play some video games to blow off steam, and maybe binge the box of the Girl Scout cookies he had been hoarding. It seemed like a simple enough plan. After all, he deserved it.

He sped past his crew mates, making a beeline for the kitchen. Hidden away in the back of the freezer, behind all the frozen vegetables that Jack had insisted they buy but none of them really ate, he had hidden his last box of girl scout cookies. At the time, it had seemed like the perfect spot. Yet when he pulled the box out, he immediately frowned. Something was not right.

Marching to the living room, he angrily looked around. “Alright, which of you fuckers took it,” he snapped, looking around angrily. Everyone stared at him blankly, as though he was insane. He thrust the cookie box out, waving it around. “Which of you opened my damn box of cookies and took a cookie,” he asked, glaring at them. Everyone looked around at each other. In the back, he could hear Gavin squeak slightly, with Michael hushing him. “I will kill you. Death will become of you swiftly. This is your end!” he growled, walking slowly towards the two.

“Dude. It’s just one cookie. We didn’t think it’d matter,” Michael said defensively. Ryan shook his head angrily.

“Do you know how long I’ve been saving these cookies?” he hissed. Gavin glanced at Michael, who just shook his head. “I’ve been saving them for a very long time, just for a shitty day like this,” he muttered.

“We’ll buy you another box, Ryan,” Gavin squeaked, still concerned about the fact that their friend was overly angry over a simple box of cookies.

Ryan let out a long sigh. “Make sure you get Samoas,” he muttered, turning away from the group. He stormed away, marching up to his room. Moments later, the slam of a door rang through the penthouse.

Geoff turned to Michael and Gavin. “Don’t touch that asshole’s food ever again.”

When Gavin was younger, he never understood what exactly why he mother was so obsessed with the color blue. “The color blue does a lot of things for a person, Gavin,” His mother calmly explained as the two lay on a blanket. The young man glanced at his mother, curious about what she meant. “It’s reliable, responsible, and shows that you have confidence. Most of all though, it’s a stress reliever. Whenever I’m in a situation that’s too much for me to handle, I look to the sky because it’s blue, and I immediately start calming down,” she explained.