#rt fanfics

It was their annual Friday tradition, order pizza and play video games until one of them ended up falling asleep, but this time there was something that Gavin wanted to do something different for Burnie.

After work, Gavin snuck into the washroom of the office to get himself ready. He borrowed some lace stockings and underwear from Michael, who had a bigger collection than Gavin could ever imagine, in short, Geoff spoiled the ginger haired lad. The stockings and underwear matched, black and lacy, feeling nice on his body, and the underwear actually covered his package, unlike some of the things Michael showed him. He hides it under slightly more baggy jeans, not wanting to have the threat of them tearing, or else his friend would probably kill him.

He climbs into Burnie’s car soon after, kissing his long time boyfriend’s neck, ever since he came to America he’s been with Burnie or his nickname “The boss’s literal lap dog”, at least every full time worker has seen Gavin work himself on Burnie’s hard cock, it also didn’t help that Burnie was a bit of an exhibitionist and loved to humiliate Gavin.

 “Gavin, knock it off, do you want me to crash the car? Do you want to die because you can’t keep it in your pants?” Burnie comments jokingly, loving the feeling of his boyfriend’s mouth on his neck, but he likes it better when he’s going at Gavin’s neck, kissing and biting along the tanned, soft skin.

Gavin mumbles “The only thing that’ll drop dead is your looks.”

Burnie smirks “That was pretty terrible.”

Gavin bites his lover’s neck, making Burnie clench the steering wheel, the Brit smirks against his skin, knowing that he got his point across.

 “You are such a lap dog.” Burnie chuckles as he focuses on the road.

Gavin loved to tease his boyfriend, he felt it made things fresh and exciting, keeping the older man on his toes.

 “Well, every lap dog needs its master.”

 “That’s what I am, Gav. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have a job, and you wouldn’t have such a nice master, everyone else is just, what’s that word?” Burnie says, stopping at a red light and moving one hand to Gavin’s messy hair.

 “Knob?”

Burnie lets out a short chuckle “I mean actual British slang.”

Gavin pouts before leaving another nip on Burnie’s skin “That is slang. Are you looking for ‘chav’?”

 “Yeah that. Fuck, Gavin, you’ve got one talented mouth.” Burnie groans a she continues to feel Gavin’s mouth kissing at his neck.

The boss drives off when the light turns green, smiling as his boyfriend assaulted his neck with kisses, leaving wet marks along the bitten skin.

Gavin lets out a happy noise before kissing some more of Burnie’s neck.

 “You know hiring you was the best decision ever.” Burnie muses, keeping his eyes on the road.

 “Is it because you have a piece of ass to take him every night?” Gavin jokes, his hand trailing along Burnie’s thigh.

 “Well, let me just put it this way, it doesn’t hurt at all that I get to do that, especially to such a slutty little thing like you.”

Gavin’s plan was working, he’s starting to slowly seduce Burnie.

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 “Alright, so yeah, forty minutes or it’s free.” Burnie says as he rests against the counter, his other hand drumming his fingers against the edge of the counter.

He hangs up and places the phone face down on top of the countertop, then placing both hands on the edge of the counter, continuing to drum his finger tips.

 “Gavin!” He calls out, wondering where his boyfriend went off to.

Gavin let to the upstairs bedroom just as Burnie was about to order their pizza, and never came back.

He looks around the kitchen before calling out again “Gavin! Gavin! Gaaaaaavin!” Hoping to get his boyfriend’s attention so he can come back downstairs.

After a few moments of silence, he starts to worry a bit about Gavin, even if he was in the washroom, he’d respond with a comment like ‘I’m taking a bloody shit, Burnie!’ and the older man would know to back off.

His worry is put to rest, when he starts to hear soft footsteps come down the hallway that leads to the kitchen, and then he sees his British boyfriend.

He’s decked out in sheer and lacy stockings, and black lacy underwear in the style of boyshort.

Burnie’s throat goes dry and he manages to get out “G..G..Gavin.”

Gavin holds onto the wall, showing off his body to the glasses wearing man “That’s me, love.” then winks at him, a trick he learnt from Michael.

Burnie closes the space between then, wrapping a strong arm around his lover and pressing those chest’s together, he looks down at the Brit and says “My, my, my, Gavin. Hot fucking damn you little fucking slut.”

Gavin wraps his lanky arms around Burnie’s neck and leans in for a kiss, pressing his lips against Burnie’s softly, feeling safe in his arms.

 “Gavin, why are you dressed up like that? You look like a little doll.” Burnie muses, pressing his nose into his boyfriend’s hairline.

Gavin starts to unzip Burnie’s hoodie “Well, I was thinking maybe we could do something?”

Burnie moves his head back to look at the Brit with a raised eyebrow “What thing?”

 “See if I can get you off before the pizza comes.” Gavin responds, trying to act all cute, but ends up just grinning at Burnie.

 “Really now?” Burnie asks, before taking his arm away from Gavin and starts to undo his pants, slowly undoing the fly and the single button before looking back up to Gavin.

He moves his hands away and grabs Gavin by the chin, moving his head up to face him, Gavin’s green eyes once staring at awe at Burnie’s slow actions, the boss says “Then why don’t you start?”

If seduction is a game, two can easily play at it.

Gavin nods before slowly dropping to his knees.

 “How about you don’t touch yourself, I’ll deal with you after dinner.” Burnie requests before pulling his boxers down, exposing his cock, he adds “Why not make this better, if you don’t make me cum, you have to answer the door like that.”

 “That’s unfair.” Gavin pouts.

Burnie puts two fingers under Gavin’s chin once more and says “Babe, life isn’t fair, but I promise not to cheat, how could I when you have such amazing lips.” then puts both hands on the counters “Now suck.”

Gavin puts both hands on Burnie’s thighs before leaning in and starting to lick at his thick, hard cock, feeling Burnie shiver as he gets the rush of the Brit’s wet tongue on him.

 “Fuck, Gav.” Burnie grips the edge of the counter tighter.

Gavin takes the first little bit into his mouth, swirling his tongue as best as he can around it, making Burnie tense up, which only encourages him.

Gavin takes some more of Burnie’s cock in his mouth, as much as he can without triggering his over sensitive gag reflex.

In Burnie’s opinion Gavin has gotten a lot better since they started dating, when they first started to get more physical with each other and Gavin first gave Burnie a blow job, the lad almost puked. Now Gavin can not only take most of Burnie’s cock, but also swallow his cum.

Gavin slowly drags his tongue around, slowly moving his head, teasing Burnie.

The boss swallows hard “Gav, you have thirty minutes, or else you lose the deal. You should probably bring me to my knees before then.”

Gavin looks up to Burnie before starting to move his head faster, gripping onto Burnie’s thighs tighter, determination flickering across his eyes, he dressed up like this to make Burnie cum.

Burnie moves his head back, his eyes shutting tightly “Fuck, you little fucking slut.”

Gavin takes Burnie’s cock fully out of his mouth before licking up and down his length, earning breathless gasps from the boss.

 “Fucking twink.”

That one encourages the Brit to continue what he is doing, drool on his chin and around his lips, feeling his spit all the way up to his nose as he continues to lazily drag his tongue up and down.

 “I love you, Gav. You, your tongue, those fucking skills, god you’re meant to suck cock.” Burnie encourages, every time taken aback by how much better Gavin is getting, how he can be so seductive and absolutely gorgeous on his knees. Burnie opens his eyes and looks to the clock on the stove “Twenty five, Gav.”

 “I don’t need that much longer, Burns.” Gavin smirks before he shoves Burnie’s cock in his mouth quickly, not taking it slowly, just all at once and even taking a bit more than before, showing that he has improved even more, now technically deep throating Burnie’s thick cock.

Burnie lets out a loud “Fuck!” Shutting his eyes once more, feeling pleasure crash over him light tidal waves, pulling him under and making him feel numb and warm, like every sense has been heightened at the same time as being dulled down “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Gavin can feel Burnie’s cock start to tense up in his mouth, signalling that all his seducing, outfit, and skills are going to pay off, by making Burnie cum. The Brit continues to work on Burnie’s cock, hearing his lover’s moans and grunts, getting closer to coming.

 “Fuck, Gavin!” Burnie growls, opening his eyes and pulling out of Gavin’s mouth, knowing a better use for his cum.

He starts to quickly rub himself, a firm grasp onto his cock. He finished off on Gavin’s face, earning a surprised squeak from Gavin. Burnie feels hot all over afterwards, ragged breath, and a sweaty forehead, but he feels relieved, and happy, happy at the sight of Gavin on his knees, covers in his lover’s warm love.

Burnie gets on his knees once he pulls his pants up and has them buttoned up. He kisses Gavin on the tightly lips, tasting some of his own come on his lips, but he doesn't mind, he wraps an arm around Gavin and pushes him close to the Burnie’s solid chest.

 “Beautiful thing, thank fuck you still had twenty minutes to spare or else you’d look like a slut to the pizza boy.” The older man jokes, before licking a stripe of cum off of the Brit’s tanned cheek.

A shiver rips through the younger man’s body and he feels Burnie’s tongue lick up his own cum “Burnie.”

 “What a lucky boy, but I’m not done with you, once we’re done eating, I’m going to be eating you out.” Burnie chuckles, slowly fully catching his breath.

Gavin wipes his finger along his cheek and licks the cum collected on it.

 “Such a slut.” Burnie chuckles before smacking Gavin’s ass with his other hand “Now go get cleaned up, but keep the outfit on and don’t brush your teeth, I want you to taste my cum and cheese sticks in your mouth when I kiss you again.”

 “You’re fucking odd, Burnie.” Gavin comments with a chuckle.

Burnie moves his hand from Gavin's ass and to his messy locks, tightly grabbing the thick and multiple strands of hair “At least I’m not the one who gets off on being a sub and being called a slut.”

Gavin kisses him once more “At least I don’t get a power trip.”

Burnie grips harder and the Brit lets out a pleased gasp “Babe, I started a company, I love getting a power trip, you’re just the icing on the cake. At least I don’t have to pay you to be such a good little slut.”

 “I wouldn’t mind the little extra cash.”

 “Well, the corner is always open.” Burnie chuckles, but it turns dark when he presses another bruising kiss “But you better not do that, because you know what will happen.”

Gavin lets out a little pleased noise, only imagining what kind of punishment Burnie would wreck him with if he even toyed with the idea of another man or woman playing with his body, a body he fully gave to Burnie, and got the same in return except Burnie enjoy marking while Gavin enjoys kissing it.

 “Why don’t you get cleaned up, we do have another round after dinner.” Burnie smiles before standing up, and taking hold of Gavin’s hand. Burnie presses a kiss on Gavin once more when the Brit gets to his feet.

 “I can only wait.” Gavin chuckles before leaving for the bathroom.

Burnie rests against the counter once Gavin leaves, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

 “Holy fuck.” He says to himself with the shake of his head, starting to process what just happened and just how amazing Gavin looked.

“Here you go, asshole,” he grinned as he gave you the coffee you had jokingly demanded the last time you’d spoken to Ray Narvaez, Jr. “Love you, too, bitch,” you teased, taking the coffee from him carefully and sipping from it.

“Are you shitting me?!” Ray yelled as he was once again killed during a SponsorPlay of a brand new game, by none other than you, someone who didn’t actually work in the gaming office, but rather just enjoyed gaming in your free time, like most of the RT staff. “I fucking hate you, [Y/n],” he said with a smirk. “Love you, too, Ray,” you replied sarcastically before being killed yourself and continuing on in the game.

You’d forgotten to grab your lunch. Idiot, you thought to yourself as you stood in the kitchen, rummaging for something free-range, like a NatureBox pack. Your efforts were futile, though, so you just sat at a table and thought about your options. “Do you not have a lunch?” you hear Ray’s voice behind you. You turn and see him with a brown paper sack, which you assume is filled with his lunch. “No… I, uh… I forgot to grab it today,” you admitted, your face turning red, and a lump rising in your throat. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid this morning… you were really hungry and you really didn’t have the time to go buy something. “Here, take half my sandwich. I’ve got some chips and stuff in here, too. You can share my lunch.” “Oh, Ray, honestly, I couldn’t…” “Shut up. Take it.” You smiled at him as you took the triangle-shaped half of the sandwich. As you bit into it, you thought, Love you too, Ray.

You worked quietly at your desk as you animated a part of the trailer for a new season of X-Ray and Vav. Suddenly, Team Lads Action News Team burst into your office, holding their camera and their mic, screaming their team name! “[Y/n], what news have you?!” Michael yelled before shoving the microphone towards your face. “Working on a trailer for the newest season of X-Ray and Vav, actually,” you smiled, showing them the unfinished sketch of Ray’s animated head. “Woo!” Gavin screeched, “That’s exciting! Where’s my head?” “It hasn’t been animated yet, hon,” you reply. “Awww… damn,” Gavin pouted and screamed that there was more news to be had. Before Ray left, he tossed you a bag of NatureBox Cinnamon Swirl Kettle Kernels. “Swiped you some of these from the kitchen. Saw your tweet about needing a snack but being too busy to get up. Thought I’d bring you something while we news’d it up,” he flashed a smile before exiting the room. “Love you, too, Ray,” you whisper to yourself.

Of course this would be the day that you left your jacket at your apartment. It felt like it was fifty degrees in your office, and you shivered in an unsuccessful attempt to warm yourself up. You decided you had time to go make a cup of hot coffee so you went to the kitchen. Ray was there, grabbing a Red Bull out of the fridge. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms and said, “Are you cold?” “Yeah, my office is freezing, but I left my jacket this morning because I was late and so I was in a rush and…” He pulled off his purple Twitch sweatshirt and tossed it to you. “Here, our office is pretty warm anyways.” “Are you sure?” you asked. This was his favorite hoodie, after all. He nodded before heading back into the Achievement Hunter office with his drink in hand. “Love you, too, Ray,” you muttered as you finished making your coffee.

You’d thought things had been going well for a few weeks, but then your car engine wouldn’t turn. It was already dark out, and there was no way a mechanic would take a look at it this late in the day. “Shiiiiit…” you groaned, stepping out of your car and walking back toward the office. Ray met you before you got inside. “Hey, I thought you were heading home?” “My car won’t start,” you frowned. “Oh, well, Ryan’s taking me home. You don’t live too far from me, right? I’m sure he’d be glad to take you to your apartment as well. Lemme ask him.” He did and Ryan was more than happy to drop you off at your apartment building after dropping off Ray (even promising to pick you up in the morning as well!) Ryan pulled up to Ray’s apartment, where the Hispanic man hopped out of the car and said goodbye. “Be safe!” he commanded. “Love you, too, Ray,” you sighed, to your horror. You immediately covered your mouth and looked to Ryan, who simply chuckled, shrugged, and drove you to your place.

The next day, when you and Ray and Ryan returned to the office, Geoff was standing next to your car. “Ray told me that you’d had car issues last night. I came over a little early and tried to see if I could fix the problem. It was an easy fix,” Geoff grinned before ruffling your hair. As everyone walked inside, you looked at Ray (making sure to be silent this time), and thought, Love you, too, Ray.

Several days later, Ray sat on the floor of your office eating some various NatureBox goodies as you asked him various questions about what he thought was best for X-Ray in terms of weaponry for the show. Your phone rang, and it was a number you didn’t recognize, but it seemed to be something local, so you answered it. “Hello?” “Is this [Y/f/n]?” “Yes, who is this?” “This is Officer Robbins with the Austin Police Department. I’m calling to inform you that there has been a serious break-in at your apartment building and your apartment was unfortunately ransacked. Apparently, your entire floor was robbed. Your door was knocked down, and there are several different things broken. We would like to check everything for fingerprints before you coming down and letting us know what is missing. Is that alright?” “Y-yes, sir,” your voice broke and there were tears in your eyes. Ray looked up at you confused. The officer wished you a good day and you hung up the phone, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. “What’s wrong?” Ray was immediately up, his hand on your shoulder. “My apartment was broken into today. I…” your voice cracked as sobs began to form at the thought of an uninvited and possibly (very likely) dangerous stranger in your home. “Oh, my God. Is everything okay? Do you need to go?” Ray asked “They said that they wanna check the place for fingerprints before I tell them what’s missing. But I… I don’t wanna go back there. I’m not going to feel safe there tonight if I go back.” “Why don’t… you come over to my place?” he suggested. “What?” “You can just spend the night at my place tonight or whatever, and tomorrow you and I can go to your apartment and see the damage and go report it. I’ve got a really comfy couch, I swear. It pulls out into a bed.” You nodded and gulped, trying to calm yourself down, but it seemed like the tears just wouldn’t go away. He took your hands in his and pulled you up, bringing you into a hug. “It’s alright, [Y/n]. It’s all gonna be okay. You can stay at my place as long as you need to.” He stroked the top of your head lightly as your cried into his shirt. Thankfully, he wasn’t able to make out when you sobbed, “I love you, too, Ray.”

That night you went back to his apartment. “You need anything to eat or drink?” he asked as he moved about the kitchen. “No, thank you,” you sat on the couch, which was actually very comfortable. “You sure? I’ve got juice boxes!” he coaxed with a joking tone. “I’m sure. Sorry that I’m bumming off you. I’ll pay you back for any inconvenience I cause.” “First of all, shut the fuck up. Second, I invited you here. That makes it like… a slumber party or some shit like that. Third, I got a free ride home. That’s basically payment. So quit your bitching and choose a game that I can kick your ass at.” Love you, too, Ray, you thought as you picked up a controller.

The next morning, you went to your apartment. Police tape covered the door, and a cop was outside waiting on you, since you had called them informing them you’d like to meet them that morning. Ray stood by your side, ready to help you face whatever was across the threshold of the broken doorframe. You walked in and noticed many of your picture frames carelessly tossed about, some broken and shattered on the floor. You took account of everything that was missing and told the officer. Then you gathered a bunch of your clothes, put them into a duffel bag, and began placing the valuables that hadn’t been taken into it as well. When you were finally done, Ray carefully took the bag. “I’ll carry it. You just relax.” You two made your way down to the car quietly, and all you could think was, Love you, too, Ray.

A few days later, it was storming really badly. Something about storms just made you feel anxious and uncomfortable. You slipped from your couch-bed into Ray’s room, initially to ask him if he had anything to help calm you down. “Ray?” You whispered, half hoping that he didn’t wake up. “Hmm…? Oh, [Y/n], you okay?” he asked groggily before grabbing his glasses to see you. “Uh… just, the thunder… I just… uh…” your nerves were getting the better of you. “Here, c’mere and lay down next to me for a little while. It’s okay, no big deal.”He lifted the covers, inviting you to join him in his tank top and pajama pants. You were hesitant at first but the next thunder crash made you shoot under the covers. You curled up next to him silently, thinking, I love you, too, Ray.

A week or so after that, you sat on the couch reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline while Ray streamed some game on Twitch. Every once in a while, you would look up from the book when he would yell a string of expletives or cheer with celebration. “What’s that?” he said to the chat. There was a pause before he got an answer, probably due to the delay. “Is there someone else in my apartment? Yeah, [Y/n] is here. If I turn my chair just the right way…” he spun his chair to the right and revealed you to the camera, “Do you wanna say something to the chat?” “Hey, chat, thanks for hanging out with Ray, even though he’s a loser. It really boosts his ego.” “Shut the fuck up. What are you reading, nerd?” “A book, Ray. Geez, I think you might need new prescriptions if your sight is that bad.” “What book, you jerk,” he smiled. “Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. Great read. I recommend it to anyone who loves reading and videogames.” “Aw, man,” he said, “too bad I can’t fuckin’ read.” Then he returned to the stream. A few minutes of seemingly regular gameplay passed until you heard, “Yo, mods, you absolutely have permission to time-out and/or ban anyone who says shit about me and [Y/n]. What happens between me and my friends and in our personal lives is our business, and the fact that she’s on my couch right now is absolutely none of your fucking concern, so drop it. And if I see people bugging her about it on twitter or tumblr or any of that shit, I will fuck you up.” He turned around and faced you, “You got that? You let me know if they bother you about shit.” “You could just tell them what happened to me. If it’ll shut them up, I really don’t mind,” you admit. “Fine,” he turned back to his chat, “Someone fucking broke into her apartment, so now she doesn’t feel safe there. But regardless of where she is staying and who she is with, it’s none of your business, so leave her the fuck alone.” And you noiselessly mouthed “Love you, too, Ray,” as you continued to read your book.