#jackeoff

Basically Geoff is Jack’s malewife

summary: When a member of the royal family turns 25, it is tradition for the kingdom to hold a festival in celebration. On one night a ball is held and on the following night a competition is held to see who is worthy of the royal's hand. This year its Trevor's turn. Many have come from all over the land to show their worth, but Prince Trevor can only choose one.

word count: 12,330

pairings: Alfredo/Trevor, Michael/Gavin, Jack/Geoff

also available on AO3

[written for the @rtwritingcommunity Secret Sunshine event for @uy8hg]

"So how are you feeling about tomorrow, my prince?" Gavin says Trevor's title with a hint of mockery and it takes all Trevor has in him not to cuff his advisor aside the head. He opts to shoot him a glare from behind his mask instead.

"You know we're supposed to be keeping our identities a secret, right? That is the point of a masquerade ball after all," Trevor whispers to him. Fortunately none of the guests seem to hear Gavin over the sounds of idle chatter and music that fills the grand ballroom. People from all walks of life and from all over the country have come to fill the King Geoffrey’s ballroom tonight. Gavin chooses to snicker in place of answering Trevor as the two move through the colorful crowd of visitors. Trevor snags a glass of red wine, light with age, from one of the passing staff just to give his hands something to do.

It was tradition for the kingdom to hold a ball and festival once the prince or princess reached the age of 25 to celebrate their birth, but Trevor had decided to change up the tradition- as he was prone to do, by turning it into a masquerade ball. How else would he be able to see a person’s true self if they knew who he was by seeing his face? Whether they were simply here to socialize or to take part in tomorrow’s competition for his hand, the prince wanted to get to know the people of his country. He figured this would be the best way to do that. After all, it would be hard to be favored by the other guests if his face was hidden behind a mask.

Trevor’s gaze sweeps over the masked faces of the people, their colorful outfits joining together in a rainbow mixture. It appears everyone has put their all into what they would be wearing for tonight's occasion, he guesses if he was in their shoes then he too would want to look the best he could for the occasion. It’s not every year that the kingdom hosts a celebration on this scale.

The prince was thankful that he wasn’t responsible for his attire for tonight’s event. His typical outfit of a white button-up shirt and black riding pants would have most likely rewarded him an exasperated expression from his fathers. The two mean well, they always had Trevor’s best interest in mind, but both the king and his consort, Jack, had been raised within the castle’s walls while Trevor had only been adopted into the castle life when he was a child after his own parents had met their demise from a bad strain of black fever. No matter how many years he has lived here, and the many more he would spend here in his lifetime, he will always prefer the feel of soft dirt beneath him and the open sky above him.

Fic Summary: One fic about two people, one house, a motorcycle, and an evening spent under the stars.  A songfic based on the song “Jenny” by The Mountain Goats.

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Words in this fic: 1306 Pairings: Geoff / Jack Warnings for this fic: None

Notes: This is a rewrite of a previously posted fic from 2018. Check the content source to read it over on A 0 3!

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Before the crew had begun, before the infamous Fake AH Crew had taken hold of Los Santos in a death grip and never let go, there was just Geoff. And by his side, there was just Jack. No crime, no stress, no Kingpin, and no life on the run. Life was simple and sweet for them. Their house faced west, and the sunset hit the front porch each evening. Watching it together was always a treat, it was Geoff’s favorite time of day, perhaps only second to waking up each morning next to Jack. Sometimes she would make sweet tea, but usually they just drank in the sight of the sun and of each other. While their evenings were spent together in the fading sunlight, their days were filled with work. Honest work. 

Geoff had an office job that he swore was going to kill him one day, though whether it’d be from stress or boredom he wasn’t quite sure. Jack’s work was a little more fulfilling, a freelance artist who alternated between painting big beautiful murals and small humble canvases. She went wherever the work took her, and Geoff was more than happy to follow. The work had taken them to Texas, and had kept them there for a while. Eventually it would take them to California, and that’s where things would all go wrong. But they hadn’t gotten there yet. 

WHAT INDEED. If there’s one thing I know about being stuck somewhere with someone you have chemistry with, it’s that THINGS WILL ABSOLUTELY HAPPEN.

Gonna go ahead and call this the Oh my god they were quarantined AU.

MAVIN: With Mavin, everything would be normal until it’s not. Let’s face it, the lads are bound to get into trouble; videogames can only keep them pacified for so long, and they are both utterly destructive and chaotic forces in their own right. So maybe after pulling one too many pranks, Geoff threatens to ground them if they don’t smarten up, which turns into them having a prank war against each other. Because obviously they can’t just stop. Anyway Gavin gets Michael good (with something simple like getting doused by a bucket of water perched precariously on the top of a door, which is the infuriating thing), Michael gets mad and gives Gavin a chase, gets him trapped and then…One minute Michael is yelling at Gavin, who is squealing and giggling, the next they’re a tangle of limbs and lips on the floor, with Jack telling them to get a room. Which they do. Lots.

JEREMYATT: This one is definitely a slow burn because both of them are soft idiots who are afraid to make the first move. Because like I imagine Matt's pretty introverted, so even though he’s not particularly bothered by the quarantine, what he is bothered by is being in constant close proximity to the other noisy idiots in the penthouse. So he spends a lot of time in his room, playing on his computer or cleaning his weapons, enough that the others tease him about being a moody teenager. But it bothers Jeremy, because Jeremy’s the one who quietly monitors the group to make sure everyone’s having fun. But he wants to respect Matt’s space, right? So he decides the best way to do the solidarity thing is to spend time in his room, across the hall, playing his guitar and trying to guess at the kind of music Matt might like. Sometimes he plays country ballads, sometimes covers of his favourite music, sometimes just instrumentals. But after a bit he begins to second guess himself, and feel dumb about it. He’s probably just bothering Matt. So he stops, and there’s a few days of silence, until there’s a knock on his door one evening and it’s Matt asking if he takes requests (trying to be really suave about it but the blush in his cheeks being a dead give away). So they spend the evening in Jeremy’s room; Jeremy on the bed playing his guitar and singing softly and Matt sitting on the floor listening with his eyes closed. But…um…Matt falls asleep? Because listening to Jeremy is really relaxing, and it’s done wonders for his insomnia.  It takes a while for Jeremy to realize it, but when he does he kind of panics because what does he do now? So he stops and waits and hopes Matt will wake up, but he doesn’t. Eventually he decides to just wake Matt up (it’s not like he could pick him up and carry him to his room), and Matt is obviously embarrassed but coyly asks if they can do this tomorrow before he goes back to his room? But like I said they’re both soft idiots so they don’t kiss until the third or fourth time, but at least after that Matt gets to stay asleep once he’s fallen asleep.

JACKEOFF: Bold of you to assume they aren’t already madly in love with each other. The way I see these two is that they’ve already given a run at the whole relationship thing, but decided they were better off as friends. Except with this quarantine, they’re forced to spend a lot of time together (if for no other reason than because bored lads and team hivemind are a handful at the best of times and hiding out together in Geoff’s master suite seemed like the best idea). And with so much time to sit and cuddle and reminisce, they’re bound to think that maybe they oughta give it another shot, right? I mean, they have nothing to lose and maybe something nice to gain? Besides, everyone else in this goddamn penthouse is getting some, why should they be left out? (They really are just better off as friends though, which they’ll redecide once this madness is over, but for now they get to live in the wonderful dream of the two of them together).