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The air is stained with the scent of whiskey mixed with the feeling of home. Gavin’s arms were draped around Geoff’s torso as they both started to stir from their deep slumber. Gavin inhaled happily as Geoff brought him closer so he could peck the other’s forehead; the atmosphere was warm and comfortable which meant neither party wanted to get up and go to work. Gavin stirred under Geoff’s grasp as he tried to wake Geoff up in a way that did the job but didn’t make him cranky.

“Get up you donut, we’ll be late!” Gavin said, his voice was laced protest as he threw the covers off of his body and whipped the sleep from his eyes.

Geoff yawned loudly, the words 'I'm going, shithead' escaped from his lips playfully. Geoff wiped his eyes so he would open them, but the man always looked like he was stuck in a limbo of tried and drowsy. What can you do? Genetics deals you a hand of cards and you either deal with what's dealt to you or fold your game.

Birds chirped outside and the only thing Geoff could think was 'Shut up.'

Breakfast was the usual. Orange juice and slightly burnt toast while Gavin tried his damnedest to make scrambled eggs that weren't runny. (And failing.) Morning was nothing special, Geoff drove and Gavin tried not to fall asleep in the rocking car.

But work was something special. There was a sense of family the second you walked into the room, the familiar scent of everyone mixed into the air that was remebeicent of the smell of coffee in the morning. It was a nice smell. Different.  Kinda tickled your nose a little.

Gavin sat down at his desk and Geoff took his seat, they worked separately and only talked to conference on lets play ideas. Bright and early the teasing starts, Ray being the first to chime up above the silence of editing to ask everyone what they’re doing for valentine's day.

Valentines?

Huh.

Skipped Geoff’s mind to be honest, must be the beer.

“Yeah I dunno Ray, Gavin you wanna do something?” “Nah.”

And then the conversation was over with them.

Jack, on the other hand, had a flashy day planned out. He saved up some extra cash and reserved a place for him and Cati at a big flashy restaurant. Top floor, Cati would wear the dress Jack loved so much and Jack would dress to impress; Cati would look out into the stars and get a little lost while Jack got lost in her eyes and when they got home there would be an array of flowers waiting for her on their doorstep and it would be perfect.

Ryan’s going to repair his wife’s old stuffed animal. It was the first gift he ever bought her and it was the only thing that made his wife perfectly upset, the stitching started to come undone and the fur started to darken. Ryan spent weeks trying to find a person who could restore it back to almost perfect. So he’d make his wife dinner and let her open the box, hoping that a spark of joy will course through her veins.

Michael's taking Lindsey to a pet store to give her what she’s always wanted. A pet goldfish. (To quote Michael: “Yeah I’m not dealing with a cat, she won’t let me get a dog, but I’ll totally settle for a fish, or maybe a bunny. I’ll buy whatever.”)

And Ray was going to go home and have a nice long chat with his right hand.

Gavin’s eyelids started getting heavy and he could feel his eyeballs start to dry up as he blinked. He rubbed his eyes to try and make them tear a bit but it didn’t work. Staring at a screen for three hours really started to take it’s toll on Gavin and the Brit was far too sober to deal with his body right now. He got up for bevs and he heard Geoff’s chair back up too. “I’ll get you something.” “You don’t know how I like it,” Geoff mumbled as he walked through the door.

The clinking of glass was muffled over the yelling of various voices, laughter echoed in the office while Geoff’s sleepy gaze never left Gavin’s body.

“What?” he said stupidly, his hands filled with alcohol as he made eye contact with his lover.

“You really don’t wanna do anything for valentines day?” “It’s not that I don’t, it’s just, we don’t have to.” Geoff nodded in understanding, “But like, if I wanted to do something would you be up for it?” “Why do anything? It’s just a dumb day.”

“Whatever you say, buddy.”

They mixed their drinks so Gavin’s was a mix of sweet with a slightly tart aftertaste and Geoff had death in a glass, a liquid fire that burned down his throat but left him feeling satisfied at the end of it.

Geoff didn’t want to do nothing for valentines day though, maybe he wasn’t going to whisk Gavin away in some fancy dinner, but he wanted to do something so he didn’t feel left out.

He had a reason to show Gavin he loved him and he was going to fucking use it.

((So Geoff had this idea right…))

Time seemed to be wrong when Gavin Fucking Free woke up well rested. He stretched his arms upwards like he was a short person trying to grab a top shelf item, and looked to the place where Geoff should have been only to find a little grey elephant in his place. A rose rested in the stuffed animal’s trunk and Gavin gingerly took the flower from it’s place, smelt it and rested it on his nightstand. He opened the note attached to the elephant's ear and read it.

The nose reminded me of you.

Gavin rolled his eyes, whispering ‘oh bollocks,’ before slipping away from his bed and going to the shower.

He let the warm water soak his skin while he massaged soap on himself, a slight draft made his skin erupt in goosebumps as Geoff slunk his arms around Gavin’s waist and pressed his still dry chest onto Gavin’s back.

“Did you like your present?” Geoff muttered into Gavin’s neck, tickling him. “I could have done without the insult but the little guy is cute, you big donut.”   “Insult? You know I love your nose.” Geoff said as he pressed kissed on Gavin’s neck, nipping at the skin. Gavin leaned backwards into the touch and hummed, the feeling of warm water and kisses filled his nerves with a weird feeling of love.  

Gavin tilted his head so he could give Geoff an open mouthed kiss, Geoff tasted like the aftermath of alcohol and Gavin tasted like sleep. Eventually both the men’s fronts where touching as Geoff placed one hand on the middle of the blonde’s back and the other hand was slowly going south to touch Gavin’s ass. The younger responded readily to the advances, slowly grinding his hips against Geoff’s while threading his fingers through the tattooed man’s wet hair.

He broke the kiss first as Gavin wanted to mark Geoff’s collarbone in a hickey, slowly he made his way down, kissing Geoff’s stomach, and then lower, kissing his thigh. Eventually Gavin breathed cold air accidently on Geoff’s cock, making him hiss while Gavin giggled an apology. Gavin took Geoff in bit by bit, making sure to relax his throat because the most unsexy thing you can do is throw up while giving a blow job. Eventually Gavin got comfortable enough to bob his head up and down and Geoff groaned in appreciation, Gavin swirled his tongue around while keeping his hands on Geoff’s thighs so the older didn’t fuck his mouth. He gently moved his thumb in a circle around Geoff’s inner thigh and Geoff couldn’t do anything about but mutter a ‘Fuck, Gavin.’

Geoff reached a hand down to pet Gavin’s hair, a feat that was difficult to do in the shower since his hair was slicked down from the water. The linoleum wall felt too cold against Geoff’s back but it was either lean on it or lean uncomfortably forward while getting head but Geoff didn't wanna dwell on that. He wanted to dwell on the way Gavin felt, how warm his mouth was and how cute it was Gavin worked so hard on his gag reflex to blow him. With every movement of his head and every flick of the tongue Geoff could feel himself nearing the end. Geoff muttered Gavin’s name out as a warming just in time for him to pull away so his hand could do the rest. Geoff came when Gavin kissed his lips and Geoff tasted himself; his cum was quickly washed away, down the drain with the rest of the used water.

And then there was Gavin, still uncomfortably hard and itching for release.

Geoff stroked his partner slowly, Gavin eliciting a quiet hum when Geoff’s hand clasped his dick. He pumped up and down, muttering encouragements because he knew Gavin liked it. Telling Gavin how good he was, how proud he is that he managed to give him head and not gag, how cute he looked when he was wet from the shower.

How much he loved him.

Gavin just nuzzled his head into the crook of Geoff’s neck and hummed happily, occasionally biting Geoff’s shoulder to stop himself from making noise. He sighed a ‘Geoff’ and he picked up the pace, going faster and faster as he kissed Gavin’s mouth. The only reaction Gavin could muster was opening his mouth slightly from the pleasure. The next ‘Geoff’ was more forceful, as the older man decided to leave a bruise on Gavin’s neck. The last Geoff was louder, not a scream but not a whisper as Gavin came.

The water ran cold as Gavin scrambled out of the shower, his face had a nice after sex smile while Geoff was left with dealing with no warm water.

Gavin stepped on a rose. Not the same rose that was tied to his elephant, this one was different. It was white, kinda bent from Gavin’s weight barreling down onto it, but nevertheless Gavin though it was perfect.

He sat down at breakfast and stuffed his mouth with cereal, Geoff flicked leftover water into Gavin’s face while he sat down to eat with him.

“Arent you glad I never listen to you?”

“What you going on about?”

“You know what I mean Gavin, you totally didn’t want to celebrate valentine's day but yet here we are.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Geoff said dismissively, “How many roses did you find?”  

“Two.” “Well theres five around the house dipshit, if you find them all I’ll give you a prize tonight.” “A sexy prize?” Gavin said, wiggling his eyebrows in an obscene manner.

“We just fucked. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you what it was.”

There was a rose on the kitchen table, which brought Gavin’s count up to three.

Now you have to understand, Gavin HATES surprises. Just tell him what he wants to know and you won’t have to look at his pouty lip anymore. But Geoff has grown immune to Gavin’s whinings, and the brit knows that, so he complies to Geoff’s dumb game and puts the three roses he’s found in a coffee mug on the kitchen counter with enough water to help them survive a night or two.

((Gavin, what happened to the white one?

Ahh well you know))

The fourth flower was a doozy, Gavin went out of his way to overturn every couch cushion in the house, forcing Geoff to clean up Gavin’s awful mess. Destruction was Gavin’s game but when it came to cleaning up he’d be the first to leave. Turns out, it was outside right on top of the grill. An unnaturally blue rose perched in the place where Geoff shines the brightest that isn’t the bedroom, of course. The man was a genius at cooking and Gavin was grateful he didn’t have to cook at all, surely they’d be dead by now if Gavin even dared to touch the stove.

Gavin honestly expected the fifth flower to be in their sex drawer. So Gavin was stuck ruffling through some questionable items, vibraters, ropes, anything really, you name it they had it.

Except for roses. There were no roses in his dirty little drawer and Gavin was starting to get antsy. He had turn the house upside down entirely and he still couldn’t find the damn thing. It was going to drive him nuts if he never did and Gavin didn’t want that.

So Gavin opened the fridge to get some bevs and there that fucker was.

In a beer bottle, another red rose sprouting proudly; Gavin took the flower from the bottle, took a sip and drained the nasty liquid down the drain.

He felt strangely sorry for the rose, but also happy he’d found all of them. So he took his little coffee cup filled with roses and water and nearly dropped the thing in Geoff’s lap.

“Great job,” the man said, “Go get dressed, ’ll drive you somewhere nice.”

Gavin quirked an eyebrow up in disbelief.

“Not to nice. You know me.”

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The fair is not nice. It wasn’t sex and it wasn’t a dinner but Gavin looked down at the world from the top of the ferris wheel and felt like he was at home. The lights dazzled in front of him and he was around so much happiness that it made his head spin. He clutched Geoff’s arm and nuzzled his face into the other man’s shoulder while Geoff squeezed Gavin’s hand lightly.

“Isn’t it pretty buddy?” “Breathtaking.”

“Yeah i knew you’d like it.”

And for the first time in Gavin Free’s life he was forced to slow down and look. No busy outside world, just him and the most important person in his life looking out at Austin’s horizon while a few hundred people shuffled at their feet.

It was life living life in slow motion, and Gavin loved every millisecond of it.

And when the wheel started turning again he kissed Geoff until they both reached the bottom, because Geoff knew how to take Gavin’s breath away, he knew how to slow the younger one down and mellow him out for a few seconds.

The whole car ride home the air was thick with appreciation and rekindled feeling of nervousness when you’re around the person you love for the first time. Kisses were sweet and with love while Gavin could get used to have a slow motion valentine’s day every year.

Lazy Sundays were always a favorite indulgence of the two British men; curled up in bed well beyond the time the sun had risen over the horizon. Today was no exception to that pattern, with the two men tangled together in bed and breathing slowly in synch in their slumber. The older, and more burly of the two was the first to wake once the beams of sunlight escaped from around the curtains and struck his face. He groaned lowly as he stirred, movement limited by the scrawny body covering his own. He gave a tired smile as he scanned over the face of the man, whom appeared so content and relaxed in his rest. The elder man, Dan, moved a hand from his side to gently stroke back his bangs so the light would hit the lids covering his eyes.

"Hey, c'mon B." Dan spoke, voice a bit hoarse from sleep. Gavin whined dramatically as he twisted his body away from him, doing his best to resist the others attempt to rouse him. Dan laughed quietly as he wrapped his strong arms around his form and pulled him back into his chest. 

"No no, none of that. Time to get up. You promised B, don't forget that." Dan reminded, watching as tired eyes fluttered open to glance up at him. His hair was more wild than normal, a result from tossing and turning all night. Dan had learned to deal with the others restless movements, no matter how much he contemplated kicking him out and onto the floor every night."

"Wot? Where are we goin'? 'M not rememberin' a promise." Gavin spoke, voice thicker with sleep than the other man. He blinked slowly, eyes fluttering tiredly in a threat to close once more to the comfortable cloak of sleep.

"I told you yesterday I wanted to take a stroll in the park 'round noon, and you said, and I quote, 'Sure thing B! Sounds top!' did you not?" Dan questioned, raising a brow at him. Gavin groaned in agony again as the other responded, rubbing his face with his hands. 

"I just woke up B... can't we wait just a couple more hours?" Gavin whined at him, pouting unhappily at the unimpressed look he was recieving. 

"No, because if we did do that, you'd just fall right back asleep and then give me the same speech when you woke back up." Dan replied simply, patting his cheek once before shifting to get up on his feet. "Now get up." He concluded, ignoring the following protests the smaller brit gave. 

It took a good hour before the two were finally out in the park for their walk. Dan had fought the man every inch of the way too, becoming suspicious and confused when the other went from protesting vehemently to rushing him instead when he didn't get out the front door fast enough. He had simply chalked it up to another strange quirk of Gavin's and thought nothing else of it other than that. They strolled through the park, baggy shirts and hoodies covering their bodies as they walked hand in hand. Gavin would pull his phone out every few minutes to text someone, but other than that it was a moment that was simply devoted to them. Dan found it perfect, and he believed he couldn't pick a better moment to share something with Gavin.

Of course, it would have helped if the other hadn't beaten him to it.

"You know B, I think it's about time we got married." Gavin spoke casually, catching Dan off guard as he spoke.

"What??" Dan sputtered as the other spoke, looking to him in shock. The other was grinning, a faint blush on his face as he looked up. 

"You heard me. Come on B, marry me?" Gavin questioned, earning a more shocked look from Dan.

"No! Gavin!" Dan groaned in irritation, noting the look of heartbreak and confusion on his face. 

"Wha..? No..?" 

"No! Not, no to the question! No to I was gonna be the one proposing to you!" Dan groaned in annoyance, frowning at him.

"Well, I guess I beat you to it." Gavin huffed back to this.

"You didn't even do it right!"

"Oh come off it. There's no right or wrong way!"

"Gavin! I'm supposed to propose to you!" Dan growled in irritation as the other waved it off so casually. "It's supposed to be special and romantic! Not just a casual question like 'hey, what's the time'?"

"Ay! I'm no girl B, I don't need any of that nonsense!" Gavin protested, frowning at him. 

"Too bad! I'm gonna propose to you!" 

"All right, fine then! Do it, B! Ask me to marry you!" Gavin finally gave up, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. "Well?"

"I have to wait for the right time." Dan simply replied to him, grabbing his hand again to start walking once more.

"I'm getting really minged off now. If you aren't going to do it now, why are you complaining you dumb, stupid dummy?" Gavin griped at him, irritation overtaking the delight the other wanted to marry him just as much as he wanted to marry the other. 

"Patience. For once, have some of it." Dan offered in response to this. He found slight amusement at the mini hissy fit the other was throwing, silently seething all the while as he walked. Dan knew he'd get over it quickly once he actually proposed to him. He, unlike his partner, had actually gone through the trouble of buying an engagement ring like a proper gentleman. 

It wasn't for another twenty minutes, when they had reached the center of the park where the flowers and activity was especially high per square inch when he decided it was the right time. He moved to grab the man's hands, smiling at him as he began to speak.

"You've always been my best mate, B. You drive me crazy sometimes, but over all you're a pretty decent boyfriend." He started, watching Gavin roll his eyes at how he was going about this. "I love you B, I really do mean that. You really are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't ever want to let you go, and so, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He grinned, vaguely noticing the small crowd that had gathered. He wasn't exactly whispering the words intimately to him in private. It was probably the most interesting thing that would happen during most of these people's days. 

"So, Gavin David Free," Dan spoke, moving down onto one knee and letting go of one of his hands. He fished a box out of his pocket with that hand, moving to open it and present the ring to him.

"Will you marry me?"

There was absolute silence, everyone holding their breathes around them. Of course, Dan already knew the answer if earlier's conversation revealed anything. His grin slowly strained as he saw Gavin looking past him, making an exaggerated humming sound and tapping his chin with his fingers.

"Hmmmm... well, let me think about it... I mean, there are lots of pros and cons to weigh... lot's of math to do and considering." Gavin continued, looking over Dan's head as he pretended to be in thought. 

"Gavin, I swear to god.." Dan muttered between gritted teeth, understanding the other was just messing with him purely for the purpose of being a dick.

"Hmmm..." Gavin hummed continuously, the crowd around them staring wide eyed at how long it was taking. Surely he would have answered by now, and many feared the embarrassment of the man if he said 'no' to him.

"Aw, why not? Sure, I'll marry you." Gavin finally grinned, glancing down at Dan's obviously miffed expression. Dan just exhaled with the rest of the crowd, slipping the ring on as they clapped for them. Dan smiled as he stood back up to hold him tightly and kiss him, arms wrapping around his waist as they fit together perfectly like a memorized pattern. 

"What are you doing?" Dan muttered as he felt Gavin move his hands off his neck, staying behind his head as he fiddled with something.

"Well, 'm texting Michael back to tell him I wasn't responding because I was getting engaged." Gavin grinned against the other's lips. Dan rolled his eyes slightly, but the smile couldn't be wiped from his face even if he truly were annoyed with him.