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With the question Gav shook his hand, hoping his knuckles wouldn’t bruise. His gaze lifted and settled on Michael now, he took a step closer, hearing the way he wheezed brought a wolfish grin to his lips. A hand reached out, grabbing Michael’s chin, he jerked his head up so they could meet eyes.

     There’s always an element of thrill that a teenager gains from stealing a few bottles of alcohol from their parent’s collection and inviting friends over to down it all. Then, ever-so dangerously replacing it with water, as if their elders won’t know ( spoiler alert: they’ll know ), but in the moment, it’s a rush. With the parents out of town and sibling at a friend’s,Lindsay has the ability to invite her own friends over. What her parents don’t know is that’s her boyfriend and another friend, a guy. Breaking two rules in one night, but quiet frankly, she didn’t care, and instead the girl giving her boyfriend a grin as two more bottles are set on top of the island as dawn breaks against the windows just in the family room that neared the kitchen. ‘ This is going to be so fun ! I hope Gavin likes Jurassic Park. We’re so going to watch it. ’ Nerd status ? Check.     ‘ Speaking of, - When did you say Gavin was supposed to come over ? - It’s already getting dark,’ she asked with a curious brow, looking over at the clock above the stove then walking back over to the collection with inquisitive eyes. ‘ What else should I take out  ? Wait, - my dad has beer in the fridge in the garage ! I’ll be right back. Answer the door if Gavin shows up ? Thanks ! ’ With a kiss to the boy’s cheek, she runs off to the garage. 

“Michael, do you believe in vampires?” Raising his eyebrow, Gavin was watching Michael, nervous for the answer. “Or, ah, what do you think of them?” Best way to not be suspicious about your own existence.

a moodboard for @mxkhael​‘s michael jones and @risemcnger​‘s jon risinger

Another night in a club, it was a shady one, the shadier the better after all. Many more gang members crawled around these parts. He was there for information, maybe for a pretty face too. He was almost too well dressed for the place, sunglasses tucked into his shirt with the low light and all. But then he’d spotted someone far more interesting that his original target, a pretty face and curly hair. Beyond perfect circumstances. With slow steps he made his way over - steeling himself as he slipped into the right state of mind. “Hello, love. Could I buy you a drink?”

With a roll of his eyes Gavin let out a slight snort - sometimes the teasing was fun, almost like a game, Michael would make him jealous and he’d retaliate with possessiveness for his Omega. But sometimes it drove him to the edge, setting his nerves alight because Michael was his. “There’s easier ways to get my attention, you know,” he moved to stand behind Michael on the couch, “Omega.”

As he exited the trees he found himself looking down at a collection of shelters - much nicer than any caves or tents he’d seen set up by humans before. As his gaze drifted he found his eyes drawn to some sort of mountain - a huge rocky mass at the end of this clearing. How odd. Stumbling steps brought him down to the center of the clearing, his toes curled uncomfortably at the texture underfoot. He curled his lip a bit, what kind of grass was this?

His poor, sleek, Siamese coat. The days of trekking about on the treeline hadn’t been kind, and rain hadn’t helped either. His light flanks were streaked with mud that tasted absolutely foul when he’d tried to clean himself, his paws ached, missing his soft bed. The quiet jingling of the bell on his collar was the only sound that kept him company.