#rtfanfic

The clientele of the bar was a mixing pot of criminals.

At the pool tables, were the usual biker types. Loud, brash, and very drunk, but they were probably the most honest of the crooks that frequented the bar. These guys would punch you in the face instead of stabbing you in the back. The booths in the back had the organized criminals. To the untrained eye, these guys looked like a couple of white collars who went to the wrong bar after work. But a glance under the table and you would see the two smiling men’s’ true intentions. Two glocks pointed at each other and threatening to touch muzzles. These guys were not one to fuck with. Then at the tables were the everyday criminals. The kind of guys who didn’t really matter in the bigger picture. Then finally at the bar where the drunks. The guys who were there to forget something and they did it in the worst way possible.

At one point in his life, Geoff would have never been caught in a place like this. But here he was, staring blankly down at his half filled glass of whiskey. He glance over at the four identical glasses that now stood empty and gave an exhausted sigh.  

“You know, I haven’t always been like this,” Geoff said to no one in particular and taking a drink from the glass in his hand.

“Surprisingly, you aren’t the first person to say something like that,” the young bartender said flatly.

“I was on top of the world.” Geoff nodded, ”Everything was coming up Geoff,” He took a long drink from his glass. then with a note of nostalgia, “things were great,” Geoff rested his head into the nook of his arm.

“Not the first time I heard that either” The bartender sighed and flipped her bangs away from her face.

“I had friends,” Geoff sighed. “The best ones you could ask for. They had my back but they weren’t afraid to kick my ass if I was doing something stupid,”

“They sound alright,” the bartender said.

“Burnie was going places, Joel was fucking hilarious, and Gus was an asshole,” Geoff said smiling into his glass. “... Jason was cool too,”

“So where is everyone now?” the bartender said pulling out another glass for Geoff.

“Burn’s went to jail. then everyone just disbanded,” Geoff said. He searched every pocket for some change and after a few moment he had finally collected enough for the beverage and a measly tip.

The bartender noted that this would be Geoff last drink.“Jail. Why?” the bartender said absent-mindedly. Most of the men at this bar had been sent to jail once or twice but the young bartender had no idea the landmine she had just walked into.

“For no good fucking reason.” Geoff’s voice rose. “ Some shithead planted drugs at our workplace. Burnie got the blame. and his ass was in jail before we knew it,” Geoff threw the drink back.

“Huh.” the bartender said trying to slowly remove herself from the conversation and she moved down the near empty bar.

“All because of that fucking Texan.” Geoff croaked loudly and catching the attention of several men in the bar.

The bartender eyes narrowed and she leaned in close. “Maybe you shouldn’t say that name around here.”

“What’s going to happen? ” Geoff squacked. “Someone going to shit on my dreams? I hope they like sloppy fucking seconds.” Geoff heard two chairs scratch against the floor and heavy footsteps come from behind him. He felt hot stale breath of his neck that was almost on the same level of intoxication as Geoff.

“Can I get you boys anything,” the bartender said smoothly.

“Nothing right now, buttercup,” the larger of the men said taking a long drag of his cigarette. “Maybe after some exercise,” the man’s voice turned dark.

“Speak of the devil,” Geoff nodded drunkenly. “But I’m surprised these bitches can hear me with their heads so far up the texan’s ass,”

“What the fuck did you just call us,” the smaller, but way more muscular, one said. Placing a hand on Geoff shoulder and squeezing hard hard but Geoff seemed to hardly notice.

“Bitches,” Geoff said dragging out the word.

The larger man seemed unfazed by Geoff’s taunts but that was proven untrue when he leaned over the bar menacingly. “You really shouldn’t talk about our boss that way,” The man said flicking his cigarette into Geoff’s drink.

Geoff’s expression turned dark. “Wasting alcohol” Geoff tsked.

The bartender, who had been watching the whole ordeal, cleared her throat, “No fighting in the bar.”

“What are you going to do about that, honeybuns?” The smaller man said almost sneering.

“I could call Adam out,” the bartender said fluttering her eyelashes and smiling sweetly. “Or, I could handle you two myself,” She said pulling up her apron to expose a gun. “You know, here, we do more than just ban our customers.” the bartender winked and let her apron fall.

The two men exchanged glances before the taller one said, “We don’t want to get your hands dirty, miss. We would be happy to excuse ourselves from the bar.” the duo left but not before the smaller one could give Geoff a dirty look.

“Thanks,” Geoff said rubbing his face to try and sober up.

“Don’t thank me yet, it’s last call,” the bartender said looking down at her phone, “Ray,” the bartender called down to a young man cleaning up the floor, “It’s last call,” and she left Geoff to his own devices.

“Might as well go now, then” Geoff said sighing deeply. Geoff pushed himself off the stool made his way towards the door.

A blast of cold air hit him as he stumbled into the dark street. The only light came from the flickering streetlights and those only gave Geoff a headache. Geoff tried to rub the cold off his nose as he stumbled his way home.

After only being a hundred meters or so away from the bar, Geoff felt a sharp push from behind and landed into the dank alley way. “Jesus Christ,” Geoff said pulling himself out of the puddle of… something that he had landed it.  

“Remember us?” the smaller of the men sneering and cracked his knuckles.

“Nope,” Geoff deadpanned and pulled himself up off the ground.

“Motherfucker-” The smaller one said taking a menacing step towards Geoff.  

“Calm down,” the larger man said staring down his nose at Geoff, “This guy is worthless.”

“Not as worthless as some no name mooks,” Geoff swayed.

“My name is goddamn Craig,” Craig’s face beginning to turn red who took a wide swing at Geoff head, but Geoff merely swayed out of the way.  

“Like I won’t forget that in a drunken haze,” Geoff said managing to roll his eyes and put his hands in pockets.  

“Fuck you,” Craig said, winding up his arm almost comically. And once again, Geoff easily evaded the man’s fist. But he also gave a sharp push to Craig’s back, who then tumbled into the garbage. “Mother-Sean do something,” Craig said in a tone that was similar to whimpering towards the other larger man.

“You couldn’t hit me with a two foot pole.” Geoff gloated at the downed Craig and didn't even see Sean pick up the large pipe off the ground and slam it into Geoff’s side.

“I guess a pipe works,” Geoff said spitting out a glob of blood.  

“Craig,” Sean sighed. “Why do you always let these guys bother you?”    

Craig scrambled up off the ground and glared down at Geoff. And Geoff would have laughed at the dark red shade in Craig’s face if he wasn’t scared of rupturing a lung.

“You know guys like this mean nothing in the larger picture,” Sean continued.  

“If I’m nothing then why the fuck did you hit me with a lead pipe,” Geoff said pushing himself up.

“It’s on principal.”

“Principal of being an asshole,” Geoff mumbled, which earned him a swift kick from Sean.  

Craig’s face was near purple now and several vein’s had somehow managed not to burst from his neck. Craig turned to the larger man and spat, “Sean are we going to let this drunk shit on us?”  

“Calm down, Craig.” Sean said rolling his eyes.  “this guy means nothing to us in the larger picture,”

“If I’m nothing,” Geoff said his eyes shining with clarity, “Then why the fuck did you bean me in the head with a goddamn metal pipe?”  

“The texan and his associates” Sean said gesturing between himself and Craig, “ have a reputation to uphold. And when people like you try to tarnish our good name, we … well, craig has to keep drunks like you in line.”  

“Best job I ever had” Craig sneered as his face faded to a more human colour.

Sean smiled. “you see when someone bad mouths the boss, we”  Sean gestured between him and Craig, “we got permission to deal with them. Craig.”

“With pleasure.” Craig said with a edge of arrogance. Craig pulled Geoff up off the ground only to slam his fist into Geoff stomach. “Third times the charm,” Craig said as if was the funniest thing in the world.  

“Fuck you,” Geoff said globbing out a mouthful of spit and blood. The smile on Sean’s face remained and Craig punched Geoff in the stomach again. This time the blow make Geoff fall to his knees. “If i was sober I would be beating the shit out of you,”

“But you’re not” Craig punctuated with a kick and leaving Geoff on the ground.

Sean cleared his throat as if he was about to give some profound speech. “You’re a fucking loser. A nobody.” Sean articulated and began walking towards Geoff. then with surprising gentleness, Sean placed a foot onto Geoff’s head.

“Your beneath his feet,” Craig said quickly and snickered at his own joke.

Sean glared at Craig. “thank you, Craig.” Sean said and turned his attention back on Geoff. “Do you know how many guys Craig has roughed up in this alley?”

Geoff remained silent.

“Twelve,” Craig supplied after counting them out on his fingers, “this month.”

“Do you think Craig could could name any of those guys?” Sean said.

“Nope.” Craig said shaking his head as if it was the saddest fact in the world.

“You called us ‘no named mooks’ but honestly what are the odds that he’s going to remember your name?” Sean said removing his foot and turning his back to Geoff.

“I have a shit memory too,” Craig said also leaving.

“My name’s Geoff,” Geoff growled. “And I swear on my dick that you fucker’s will remember my name one day,”

The roof.

Roofs were always his safe place. It comforted him when breezes blew at him, when birds chirped happily and flew by him, when he could see everyone on the ground floor so tiny and he seemed so much more alive on roofs. It was his happy place and he would always go there to let stress fly away, whenever he was stressed, annoyed, angry, or downright depressed. He loved roofs because no one would bother him -- it's not like they knew he was up there in the first place.

No one did.

Right?

Roofs helped him gather his thoughts about various things: his current relationship, work, current problems with his family, et cetera. His boyfriends and girlfriend were willing to help him in any way they could, but for some reason there was something about the roof that comforted him in a way that they couldn't.

He's not suicidal or anything -- he loves his boyfriends and girlfriend -- he just gets overwhelmed with work and keeping them happy, not to mention his demons that continued to haunt him. Plaguing his mind into thinking that they don't love him, but every single day they say those three words with such passion and love that there was no way he couldn't believe that they loved him.

"Ryan?" He heard a voice say on the balcony. Ryan slowly backed away from the ledge and heard the door close, "He's not there." Jack informed the others and Ryan paled. They were looking for him and they couldn't find him. He couldn't go back down because they already checked in the balcony. Ryan sighed, should he risk having them find out or have them worry for the next two hours? Why was he debating about this? It's just a rooftop. A rooftop was less important and his relationship was more important.

But what if they judge him for taking comfort in rooftops rather than their hugs and kisses?

After a while, he decided to wait it out for a few more minutes before they start getting suspicious. Hearing the front door open then close a few seconds later, Ryan looked over the edge to see Team Mates walking around the front yard to rake the fallen leaves into piles and being the kids that they were, playing with the leaves or the sprinklers as they came on -- occasionally kissing one another. "Hey, you think he went to the store?" Kdin suggested a while later, but the other two shook their heads. "Then where could he be?"

"Maybe he went to the office." Jeremy gave his contribution to the conversation.

"It's a Saturday." Matt replied, actually raking the leaves as Kdin or Jeremy tried to fuck with the pile he was currently making by either kissing him or jumping on the leaves.

"Maybe he forgot something, I don't know." Jeremy added.

"Maybe." Kdin repeated as they stopped screwing around and started raking all the leaves into a huge pile and dumping it in the trash for Monday's pickup. They headed inside and soon after, the back door opened and closed with a loud creak. Ryan looked over to see the Lads going over to the shed with the rakes and putting them away, stopping at the three swings and deciding to swing for a while. Why are they suddenly trying to find him?

Ray swung higher than Michael and Gavin, but Michael wasn't putting much thought to it and Gavin wasn't swinging at all -- he was just moving around with his foot on the ground, pushing himself. "You think he's annoyed with us?" Gavin suddenly said and Ray was so shocked that he jumped off at the highest point and almost twisted his ankle while landing and Michael completely stopped swinging to stare at Gavin.

Walking back, Ray pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "No, I don't think he's annoyed with us."

"Then why does he always disappear when something happens?" Gavin questioned as Michael and Ray exchanged looks and turned back to Gavin to halt his brain from thinking this way. Ryan felt a pang of guilt rush through him.

Placing a comforting hand on Gavin, Ray waited for Gavin to look up at him, saying, "He has problems, Gav. If he's not ready to share what those problems are, then we can't force him to tell us. It would make more sense to just wait it out." Ray informed.

Michael spoke up this time, "He doesn't have to ignore us and avoid us." Ray bit his lip, not sure how to answer this time and went behind Gavin to push him.

"Okay, Gavvers, Ima push you." Ray got ready to push when Gavin squawked in protest.

"What? You're not bloody pushing me! I can swing myself."

"Too late." Ray declared as he pushed Gavin and Gavin held onto the chains for dear life. Ryan tried to suppress a laugh and watched as Ray took one of the chains and steadied the swing. "I'm just kidding, dude. I'm not that mean." Ray stated as he hugged Gavin from behind while he was still on the swing and rested his head on Gavin's shoulder, sticking his tongue out playfully and closing one eye.

Michael scoffed at Ray's statement, "Dude, you are totally that mean." Michael stood up from the swing and stood a few feet away from them, arms crossed.

"Well, he wasn't supposed to know that."

"I'm pretty sure he already knows."

"Yea, well, does he know I love him?" Ray asked as he kissed Gavin's cheek, who turned his head so he could kiss Ray in the lips.

"Are we still talking about Gavin here?" Michael questioned, looking unbothered by their little kissing session. "Or are we talking about Ryan now?" Ray and Gavin paused and stopped kissing, turning to Michael for confirmation in which he just nodded. Ryan stopped watching and listening, he couldn't bare the pain, he didn't want them to think that he didn't love them. He did love them, but he couldn't get down from this roof without being seen. They would judge him if he came down, judge him for taking comfort in an inanimate thing and he couldn't end his relationship with them like that.

"Rye-bread?" He heard from the front yard and he knew it was his only girlfriend. "I know you're up there." How did she know?

Ryan reluctantly poked his head out to see Lindsay standing there with her hands on her hips, "Uh, hi." He said awkwardly.

"What's up? Oh wait, never mind, it's you who is up." Ryan chuckled nervously and Lindsay continued, "You gonna jump?"

"What? No, no. It's a hundred foot drop, I'm not jumping." Ryan informed quickly.

"Then what are ya doing up there?" Lindsay asked, a smile on her face. She wasn't trying to seem rude, Ryan could tell, and it seemed she didn't care what his answer was, but then again that could change if he actually told her.

So he decided to lie, "Watching the scenery." Okay, half lie.

Her smile didn't go away, "You coming down any time soon?"

"I don't know. I'd rather not have the others find out."

"What? That the Mad King loves to watch the scenery on a beautiful day?" Lindsay replied. "But in all seriousness, I'll help. I'll just distract the others while you get down and pretend you just came from a walk or something."

"How are you planning on distracting them?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I could take Ray's DS and threaten to dump it in a tub of water or I could take the Legend of Zelda stash in the Mates' room and hide it somewhere. Y'know minor things." Ryan nodded as Lindsay jogged into the house and soon after a ruckus was heard.

Ryan listened to what was happening, "Lindsay please! That's my only copy!" He heard Kdin yell.

"Fuck your Legend of Zelda shit, I want my DS!" Ray yelled as he saw Lindsay run out to the backyard and held up an old Legend of Zelda game and Ray's hot pink DS. Ryan watched as Kdin and Ray ran out and the others trailed behind, only waiting to intervene if something goes wrong. Taking this time to get down from the roof, Ryan jumped onto the balcony quietly and entered the house still hearing the ruckus outside and he went to go downstairs, but Geoff stood in his way, his arms crossed and looking at Ryan expectantly.

"Lindsay told me."

"Can she keep secrets at all?"

"I had suspicions anyway, I hear shuffling and thuds up there whenever you disappear. So, you have a fetish with roofs or something?" Geoff asked casually.

"No!" Ryan denied immediately. "It's not a fetish. It's more of a--" Ryan stopped himself, biting his lower lip and watching Geoff -- debating whether he should tell Geoff or not.

Geoff lowered his arms from his chest and walked to Ryan, placing a comforting hand on Ryan's shoulder, "It comforts you, is that it?" Ryan took a step back from him, examining Geoff. Geoff raised his hands in defense, deciding against stepping towards Ryan again. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not judging you at all. I'm pretty sure the others won't either. If you want to calm down up on a roof, be my guest, but please don't jump."

Ryan shook his head, "Wouldn't dream of it. I'm lucky to have you guys, I wouldn't want to leave you all like that."

"Good. So, why didn't you want to tell us?" Geoff asked as they headed down the stairs to go to the backyard.

Ryan sighed, "I didn't want you guys to think that I'd rather take comfort in an inanimate object than you guys. Trust me, I love it when you guys comfort me, but I just used to go up on the roof to think about stuff all the time. Now I am involved in a polyamorous relationship with eleven other people, I mean fucking eleven other people. I'm still getting used to it, y'know."

Geoff put a hand on his shoulder, "Ryan, it's fine. We all are still getting used to it. All of us have only been together for what, a month? It's hard for all of us." Geoff stated simply.

"Sorry, guess I should apologize to everyone else?"

Geoff nodded, "That would be recommended, yes." They walked outside and immediately dodged a beach ball. "What the fuck is going on?" Geoff yelled.

But Lindsay, Ray, and Kdin were running around, Lindsay still carrying the DS. "Hi Rye-bread! I helped you, so help me!" Lindsay said, laughing and running behind Ryan for cover from the onslaught of beach balls to the face. All of them hit Ryan square in the face and Ray and Kdin froze, before deciding to get a head start and run for their lives -- or hide, whichever was best.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Geoff, who just shrugged and started to walk to the others -- Lindsay trailing behind him. Ryan turned back to the two who were running and smirked, "Ray? Kdin?" Ryan sing-songed, playfully. "Would you like to play a game?"

"Oh fuck!" Ray huffed as he went behind the tree that was holding up the swing set.

"Um, do we have a choice?" Kdin asked hopefully, behind the shed that contained gardening tools or anything of that sort.

Ryan said thoughtfully, "No, I guess not." The two quickly retracted their heads from view and Ryan just walked over to the others who were watching, amused.

"Where were you, Ryan? I didn't see you leave the house." Kerry asked quietly.

Ryan glanced at Geoff who refrained from looking at him, instead putting his full attention on bringing the other two over. They reluctantly walked over, cautiously keeping a distance away from Ryan, afraid of the Mad Kind's wrath.

Sighing, Ryan decided to tell the truth, if one of them knew, then all of them had to know. No secrets. One thing he learned quickly in a polyamorous relationship, especially with twelve people in the relationship. If even one person was left out, there was a major chance of that person feeling like they weren't loved and eventually leaving the relationship. Hell, it almost happened with Kerry.

"I was up on the roof." Everyone -- with the exception of Lindsay and Geoff -- stared at him and he suddenly felt very nervous and regretted his wording, immediately trying to correct it. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to jump!" They looked relieved and Ryan continued on with how roofs was his safe zone before and they nodded, understanding more than Ryan thought they would.

"Ryan has a fetish with roofs? That's cool." Ray remarked coolly.

"That's what I said!" Geoff high-fived Ray and Ryan rolled his eyes.

"So, does this mean I get my DS back?" Ray asked as Lindsay nodded, pulling out the DS from her pocket and getting the game from Michael.

"You had it the whole time?" Kdin asked, exasperatedly. Michael rolled his eyes as he ruffled Kdin's hair and kissed him in the forehead as a sign of apology. "I accept you're apology." Kdin replied with a smile.

Ray examined his DS, making sure everything was in working condition. Satisfied, Ray walked over to Ryan, hugging him which confused Ryan at first. "You don't have to hide anymore. Whatever you want to tell us, just tell us. Our ears are open. Right guys?" He earned a few nods and a couple of 'yes'. "See, we're here for you, Rye." Ray smiled up at him as the others joined in on the hug.

They pulled away after a while and enjoyed the silence, "So, I have one question." Jack said as everyone waited, silently telling him to continue. "Will you continue to go up to the roofs?" Jack asked Ryan.

Shrugging, Ryan replied, "I don't know, maybe occasionally. I'll tell at least one of you that I'm going up to the roof, if I do. I don't think I'll need to because I have you guys." He assured them and they nodded.

"Could we?" Caleb asked vaguely as the others blinked at him. Rolling his eyes, Caleb pointed up at the roof, "Could we go up there?"

Half of them looked alarmed, the other half excited. "Asking for a death wish, Caleb? We couldn't possibly fit up there, especially if Gavin will be up there. He'll just get us all killed." Geoff informed as Gavin looked innocently at him.

"I'll be careful! I promise!" Gavin promised, excited. He wanted to go up there, anyone could tell and Ryan sighed.

Gesturing for them to follow him, Ryan walked through the house to the balcony and jumped up on the roof, looking down at the others. "Put your foot on the railing and jump. I'll help to pull you up." One by one they jumped up and piled onto the roof. It was certainly big enough to fit all of them and there was still a lot of space left. The roof was like all the other roofs on the houses in a neighborhood, brown ceramic tiles slanting up to make a sort of triangle, but it wasn't steep enough to have them slide off and it wasn't exactly flat either.

Sitting there for a couple of minutes in silence, Caleb smiled up at the display of white fluff in the sky, the clouds making shapes and combining to make characters or things they could name. Ray commented on how the sunset was beautiful at this high up, of course ending his sentence with, "But you guys are more beautiful than the fucking air." They laughed as Kerry pointed at the light show miles away from their house -- the moving cars and stop lights making the sky around them illuminate and they felt like they were on top of the world. Eventually, they were in a circle all lying on their backs, watching the starry night sky and moving closer to each other for warmth. Counting stars, finding constellations or planets, staring at the vast galaxy before them. They were astonished and speechless at how beautiful the sky could be and they all agreed silently that they chose the right house. A house a way's away from the city and almost no light pollution to stop from the various stars peaking out at night.

"Is this why you love roofs, Rye? You get to see so much and feel like you could survive from this alone?" Jeremy asked curiously.

"Yea." Ryan admitted shamelessly. He knew that they knew how he felt now. They experienced it with him and it was beautiful. The loves of your life taking comfort in something he took comfort in and they understood him easily once they got up here. He knew they loved it.

"There's so much out there. I wish we could see more." Matt reached out to the sky and so did the others soon after. After a while, they put their arms down and continued to watch, occasionally seeing a shooting star and each of them silently wished for something and thanked whoever for the relationship that they currently had.

"Can we do this again? Like once every week?" Kerry suggested as they individually thought about it.

"I agree." Ray said immediately.

"Sure, I'd love that." Caleb replied easily.

"If it means more time with you guys, then of course." Jack said.

They stared at the sky in silence for a while, long enough for most of them to fall asleep. Geoff nudged Jack, who was lying down next to him and he turned to Geoff. "We should get them to their beds before they get sick or something from this cold." Jack only nodded as they silently got up and Ryan got up when he saw them move, helping them get the others down to the balcony. Only the Gents, Michael, and Matt were up and they helped each other. Since there were twelve of them, they all couldn't fit on one bed, so they had designated rooms with three of them each in a room. The Gents in one room, the Lads in another, the Mates in another, and Caleb, Lindsay, and Kerry in another -- the final bedroom was a 'guest' room. Once they settled the others into bed and getting them up to brush their teeth -- which involved a tickle fight and passionate, bed time kisses -- they all slept a dreamless sleep. Well, most of them.

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Ryan woke up to the smell of coffee and one of his younger boyfriends cuddled next to him, asleep. When Ryan carefully moved to get off the bed but keep Gavin from waking up, Gavin shifted and looked up at him smiling sleepily. "Mornin' Rye-bread." He said sleepily.

"Go back to sleep, Gav." Ryan soothed, but Gavin shook his head.

"I was supposed to wake you up, but I couldn't wake you up when you looked so cute." Gavin commented as Ryan blushed a little. "So, I just slept next to you." Getting up, Gavin fixed his clothing and Ryan got up to go to the bathroom and freshen up.

"I'll meet you out there, Gav." Gavin nodded, exiting the room and heading to the kitchen.

Once Ryan finished in the bathroom, he followed the smell of breakfast and fresh coffee and loud music to the kitchen where the Mates and Jack sat at the table and Ryan looked over at the living room -- next to the kitchen. Two of the Lads, Lindsay, Caleb, and Kerry were playing a game of Minecraft and building houses or mining for diamond. Entering the kitchen and sitting at the table, Kdin immediately slid a full cup of fresh coffee towards him and Ryan thanked him. "You're welcome." Kdin smiled at him and continued his story. "So, anyway, I went over and asked the guy if he knew what Rooster Teeth was. The person turned around and apparently I had ran into Geoff in a fucking supermarket in fucking Los Angeles."

"To be fair, I ran into you!" Geoff yelled over the sound of Fall Out Boy in the background from the stove where he was helping Ray make breakfast. "Literally." Geoff said, barely audible over the music.

"Yea, well, to be fair, I was the one who initiated conversation." Kdin replied.

"You just asked if I knew what Rooster Teeth was and then, you were speechless for the rest of the time we hang out together the rest of the day." Geoff commented, brewing more of coffee.

"Oh, did you guys bang?" Ray asked, moving around the kitchen like he was gracefully dancing in a show and cooking the rest of the eggs and bacon.

"No! That was the first time I met him!" Kdin said.

"But you were thinking about it." Jeremy remarked, in which Kdin huffed and slumped back in his chair.

Matt waved his hand, "Don't worry about it, at least you can bang him now." Kdin blushed and Jeremy and Matt laughed.

"At least I knew Geoff in person rather than sext my boyfriend." Kdin huffed as Jeremy and Matt froze and blushed, refraining from looking at the others and they laughed.

"You weren't supposed to say that!" Jeremy whined as Kdin rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'm sorry." Kdin replied, kissing the two of them -- apology kisses were always the best because they forgave him easily.

"THAT'S THE FUCKING THIRD TIME! I'M FUCKING DONE WITH THIS FUCKING GAME!" They jumped at the shouting -- Ray almost dropping the last egg on the floor, but quickly catching himself and the egg -- and looked over at the living room. A controller flew their way and with fast reflexes, Ryan caught it before it hit Matt in the face and Matt sighed in relief, slumping back in his chair.

Standing up, Ryan held the controller, "I'll check what the commotion is about and get another controller just in case." Ryan walked over to the living room, seeing Michael practically ripping out his hair and the others trying to calm him down. "Uh?"

"He fell in lava." Kerry -- who was rubbing small circles on Michael's back -- simply said as Ryan walked over and handed the controller to Lindsay, who was muttering phrases in Michael's ear.

"Three times." Gavin -- who was kissing Michael's head repeatedly -- said.

Ryan walked over and crouched next to Michael, "Michael? You wanna head up to the roof for a minute? Ray still needs to finish breakfast." Michael nodded and Gavin offered to take him up.

"I guess the roof will be everyone's comfort zone." Geoff stated behind Ryan and Ryan turned around, smiling at him.

"Yea, I guess you're right." Ryan replied, giving Geoff a quick kiss. "I'm actually surprised that it worked out."

"You actually thought that we wouldn't understand. If you aren't comfortable with something, then we won't force you. But apparently you were."

"No, Lindsay figured it out and confirmed your suspicions. That was me basically being forced to say it." Ryan said, a smile still on his face. "It's better like this than if I was up there alone." Geoff simply nodded.

"BREAKFAST IS READY MOTHERFUCKERS! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE IF YOU FUCKING WANT FOOD!" Ray yelled out over the music and the ones who weren't at the table walked over, sitting down.

"Where's Michael and Gavin?" Matt asked as the others shrugged. There were thuds above them until Michael and Gavin ran to the table excitedly as Ray put a plate of food in front of each of them.

Smiling, Ray served and quickly kissed all of them, "Anyone need any other drinks?"

"Cup o' OJ, please." Michael requested.

Ryan took the mug he left and handed it to Ray, smiling, "Another cup of coffee."

"No problem." Ray took the mug and placed it next to the still brewing coffee maker. Getting the pitcher of orange juice and a new cup, Ray poured orange juice into the cup and handed it to Michael. Pouring a new cup of coffee when the coffee maker rang, Ray gave Ryan the new cup and took off the apron he was wearing, placing it on a hook and sitting at the table next to Gavin and Matt.

Silence filled the room with the exception of clinking utensils and Gavin finally broke it halfway through the meal, "Ray?"

"Yes?" Ray looked up after shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Did Michael get extra bacon?" Gavin asked, eyeing Michael's plate of food, making Michael look down to count and he indeed get extra bacon.

Shrugging, Ray ate a piece of his egg, "I miscounted. So what?"

Kerry turned to Ray, "But, you never miscount." He pointed out.

Ray pursed his lips, dropping his utensils on his plate, annoyed, "I miscounted." Ray claimed. "I miscounted, I'm sorry. Excuse me." Ray left the table and headed upstairs quietly, the others watching. Sighing, Kdin volunteered to check up on Ray, excusing himself from the table.

"Looks like it'll be an awkward day today." Jack replied a few moments later. "Only a month and we're already having problems."

"We're all getting used to it, Jack." Lindsay said. "It's not like a polyamorous relationship with your co-workers is a good idea these days."

"That's not what I meant. I never thought that our fans would judge us. Weren't they cheering for us to get together?"

"Maybe a twelve person relationship wasn't something they had in mind." Matt mentioned.

"We'll get used to it." Geoff said.

"Ray was crying last night." Gavin said out of the blue and Michael shot him a serious look, telling him not to continue. Gavin didn't meet his eyes, "He read a few hateful..." Gavin trailed off, carefully choosing his next word. "Comments." Gavin decided on.

This earned Kerry's attention, "I thought Ray didn't care about what the fans said about him."

Gavin shrugged, not sure himself anymore, "Last night -- I don't know -- but he just didn't seem himself and he just turned on his computer, reading any hate he could. I don't know what forced him to do it, but he did."

"What Gavin is trying to say is that Ray had a difficult time and Ray would appreciate it, if we kept his privacy, unless he wants to tell you all." Michael covered for Gavin and to save them from the awkwardness.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Looking up at the roof, the others appeared more alert and wary as they heard screaming.

"Ray, just calm down please! I promise you, I do love you! Just please, stop!"

They couldn't hear anything else and they glanced at each other before all of them got up to go to the roof. The screaming was becoming more apparent, "You can't just believe what they say! Trust me, I've been there! I know what it's like to feel like they hate you, but they don't. The majority of them don't. They want you to be in this relationship. You can't just base all of this on something that people you barely know have said. Please, I don't need this right now." They barely heard that last sentence and Matt and Jeremy went to the balcony first, looking up at Ray and Kdin.

Ray was crying, "I'm sorry." He choked out as Kdin pulled him in for a hug, kissing him softly and repeatedly -- reassuring him that he was loved and that that wouldn't change. "I'm sorry." He sobbed out as Kdin carefully got down from the roof -- Ray still in his arms -- with the help of Matt and Jeremy.

"It's okay. It's okay." Kdin soothed. "I love you, Ray. Please don't think otherwise." Ray whimpered in response and Kdin just held him tighter, rubbing small circles along his back and kissing his forehead. The others hugged them for comfort and warmth, ushering reassurances to Ray that they loved him no matter what.

Once Ray calmed down, Kdin let go and took a glance at the clock. It was a little bit past noon. "It's Sunday. Weren't we supposed to do something today?" Caleb asked after a while.

"No, it's our only rest day in a while, so enjoy it." Geoff informed and the others nodded. "How about we play a few rounds of Halo?"

"Ray's gonna kill us all." Michael declared as they got up to head downstairs.

"I'm not playing, you guys can, I'll just watch." Ray said -- the others eyeing him carefully -- as they sat on the couch and started playing Halo.

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Later on, they turned on a movie that they could make fun of and throw popcorn at the television. When they finished, it was nearly five and they had completely forgotten about Lunch. Too late for that. They agreed that Lindsay -- the second best cook -- should cook while the others waited. Jeremy had left at one point -- saying he had to email his parents -- and Geoff had gone to get a beer and came back to watch them play Minecraft.

Eyeing the clock, Kerry got increasingly worried, "Hey guys? It's nearly been twenty minutes and Jeremy isn't back yet."

"He's probably drinking a lot." Matt said casually and jokingly. Geoff offered to go take a look and they let him. "Michael, could you hand me some diamonds? I gotta make a few pickaxes." Michael nodded and his character shot out ten pieces of diamond and Matt went to make them into more useful items.

"I'm gonna check up on Lindsay." Ray stood up, walking over to the kitchen.

"There's an Enderman over here, Matt." Gavin said as Matt's character walked over to help Gavin's character turn the Enderman into a puff of smoke. The two successfully killed the Enderman and collected it's droppings and headed back to their well-built, designed-by-Jack house.

"Put the bottle down!" They heard Geoff say sternly.

Matt froze, eyes widening, "Fuck! I was fucking kidding. Don't tell me he fucking is!" Matt got up to head to his room as the others on the couch followed -- the two weren't in the room. Walking up the stairs, Matt spotted them next to the balcony door. "Jer?" He was indeed holding a bottle of alcohol and what looked like really strong alcohol.

Geoff was facing Jeremy, his hands up and Geoff with his hand told Matt who was behind him to stop and he complied. Jeremy looked at Matt helplessly and Matt's heart broke, he didn't want to see Jeremy like this. "Jer, please put the bottle down." Geoff coaxed Jeremy and eventually he complied, placing the bottle down on a table. "Drinking doesn't help anyone, not even me." Jeremy took steady breaths and Matt cautiously walked closer, grabbing his arm to pull him into a hug. "How many problems will we have today?" Geoff asked rhetorically.

"For us? Many, many problems." Ryan answered anyway as they walked downstairs, being called to eat dinner.

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It was Saturday again and they couldn't wait for it to be night time again. It was so beautiful. Who could say no to a bunch of falling wishes, anyway? They began to climb up on the roof and they formed the same circle last week and lied down, taking comfort in each other's warmth and company. "Last weekend was a blast." Ray said jokingly and it made Jeremy groan. "At least you had a way of coping."

"Crying is a way of coping." Ryan replied.

"Whatever, but still. Sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking." Ray said, turning to look at Kdin.

"Don't worry about it." Kdin replied easily.

"Looking up at stars together is a way of coping for us now." Geoff said, smiling and turning to each of them -- all of them silently agreed. "Thanks for showing this to us, Rye." Ryan only nodded as the sky began to turn dark and polka dotty with stars of all sorts.

"I love this time." Caleb said. "Just silent togetherness, I guess you could say."

"There's nothing I'd rather do than this." Kdin claimed.

"I really hope this lasts." Jeremy added.

"Which one are you talking about? The night or our relationship?" Matt asked curiously.

"Both." Jeremy said simply.

"Yea, I hope so too." Michael replied, happily and smiled up at the starry, night sky.

"I'm sure we'll keep this relationship up." Lindsay said, confidently. "We love each other too much for this to end."

Jack nodded, "There's no way that our relationship'll end, as long as we keep loving each other."

"Feelings left and right." Gavin mentioned, "You're gonna make me cry." He said jokingly.

Cameras off, keyboards clicking, people cursing at their screens and mocking each other. Geoff liked the office after hours, when a few of them would just stay after to finish their overdrafted work or go after a few achievement points.

Geoff would’ve scored if Burnie didn’t smack his hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his locus and making him lose a life. “Shit! What the fuck, Burnie? Fuck, I’m just takin’ a break.”

Burnie chuckled and looked at the man. "Just a break? You've been playing this game for an hour and a half." He replied and shook his head. "C'mon back to work. You're the only one left here."

Burnie loved working with Geoff, but sometimes he was lazy ass. "Wanna get some drinks when you're done?" Hopefully that would coax him into working faster. "You have twenty minutes, or you can stay here alone."

“Tab’s on you,” Geoff mumbled in agreeance before he saved his game and logged off curtly. They had a couple meets they wanted to attend in city this week and Burnie was just an abundance of unfunded ideas that manifested into human form, Geoff was convinced. By the time his emails were handled, he really wanted a drink.

Wandering his way to Burnie’s office, he thought he might be in over his head. He was only 29, no romance, no thought of romance, and he drank every goddamn night. The single thing he had going for him was his career and his friends here. “Burnie, done. Clocking out, how bout that drink?” He leaned on the doorframe.

Burnie looked up at the man from over his computer screen. “Okay! Sounds perfect to me!” He laughed and turned his computer off before standing up. He walked over to Geoff and smiled softly. “C’mon, let’s go get a drink.”

Geoff was a fucking walking piss tank, he was always drunk, just as much as he himself was. Burnie loved this man though, they had been best friends since high school and he just wished the man had a little more drive in the work they were doing.

~ ~ ~

“A round,” Geoff waved the bartender when the two men took seats at the downtown bar. “Bar rules, no talking about work.” He grinned and poked at Burnie’s chest. “Any plans coming up? We have a few local meetings about some possible tech we can get.” Geoff took the cold beer just when it came, eagerly getting the foam on his scruffy lip when he realized he broke his own rule.

Burnie chuckled and took a big gulp of his own beer too. "I can't wait for these meetings. We'll be going to a few businesses to see what they can get us. I'm hoping to get Razor as a sponsor for you and your boys." He smiled brightly and pulled at Geoff's hair. "Fucker."

“I’m the fucker?” Geoff shook his head and kept his smile to himself. “That would be really cool. I’ll be there to make sure you don’t put your foot in your mouth. I should probably be heading back to the apartment soon though, Gavin doesn’t know how to fucking make dinner.” The British boy had crashed with him since they came back from RTX a year or so ago. He was a moxie little shit but it wasn’t bad to go home to an apartment that wasn’t empty.

Burnie nodded and smiled. "Yeah I bet the British wife misses you. Waiting for you in a little nighty?" He laughed out loud at his own comment and smiled. "You're really attached to that little kid aren't you? Do you fuck him?" Burnie smirked and pushed his glasses up his nose as he watched Geoff's expression changed with each new comment that came out of his mouth.

Geoff’s eyes went wide as he thumped his fist against the top of Burnie’s head. “Fuck off!” he exclaimed and buried his face back in his beer mug. “You’re a fucking pervert, you know that? Having Gavin crash at my place is like babysitting 24/7.” Though Geoff really took a shining to that kid, he knew Burnie knew that too. “Fuck off. I’m gonna order a glass of their fine whiskey and you gotta pay for it,” he threatened as he waved over the bartender.

Burnie growled and pushed at Geoff’s chest. “I know you like that kid. I know you think about fucking him.” He teased and smiled softly. “Are you gonna get him a dozen roses and apologize for being late tonight?” He grinned and took a swig of his beer and ran his fingers through his own hair. “Valentine’s Day is in like a month, you gonna buy Gavin some pretty panties?”

Geoff hit Burnie again, harder this time on the back of the head. “Do you ever stop talking?!” He shook his head and took the fine whiskey, tipping it back. “Go fuck yourself, I’m sure you got a line of little boys you wanna woo. Valentine’s day is for suckers who spend too much money on flowers that’ll die in a week, as if that validates love. Gavin wants to throw a whole damned party at my apartment, I gotta ‘nough bullshit to deal with from him.” He finished off the whiskey and cringed. “I’m gonna head back, dickweed.” Geoff brushed off his jacket before tossing it on.

Burnie shook his head and smiled. “I know you’re into Gavin. Don’t try to ignore it. I’ll be there at that party though!” He grinned wider as he finished off his beer and paid for the drinks while Geoff hobbled out of the bar.

~ ~ ~

“Geoff! Why’re you so late?” Gavin accused as Geoff walked in the door. “Did you go out and drink? Without me?” He hissed slightly and walked over to the man. “Fucking mingy prick!” Gavin growled and smiled at the man.

Geoff swatted Gavin away like a gnat and smiled a little. “Sorry, little guy. Are you old enough to drink?” He laughed and rubbed his eyes, feeling slightly more than tipsy. “Did you get something for dinner or do I have to cook too?” It was almost midnight when Geoff padded into the kitchen with Gavin on his tail. “Me n’ Burnie just worked late. I’m fuckin’ exhausted.”

Gavin jumped on the drunk man’s back and growled. “I didn’t eat! I was waiting for you! But you never came home.” Gavin whined and kissed Geoff’s cheek. “What’re you gonna make? I’m so hungry…” He hissed as he tied his legs tight around Geoff’s waist.

Geoff rolled his eyes and laughed under his breath. “I can make some bacon, breakfast in the middle of the night.” He grabbed a pan with Gavin still clinging on him, easily supporting the scrawny boy, and he laid out some bacon and scrambled eggs. “You’re gonna stunt your growth at this height if you don’t eat some more protein.” Geoff flipped the bacon and made it like the boy always loved.

Gavin whined as he climbed down Geoff and chuckled. “It smells perfect! Shut up!” He giggled and stretched out before jumping up on the counter. Gavin kicked Geoff’s butt and chuckled. “Hurry! I’m hungry!” He hissed and smiled widely.

"Chill the fuck out! I can't believe you have this much energy if you haven't eaten all night." Geoff smacked Gavin's shin and put the food into plates, shoving one at him. "There, eat." Geoff ate up the first strip of bacon and grinned. "I'm gonna crash soon..." He liked having the kid around, some amount of company. Gavin still got homesick sometimes during the night or caught up in a bad dream, he'd crawl into the other side of Geoff's bed and Geoff let him sleep there a lot.

Gavin smiled softly and bit into his food before looking back at Geoff. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I’m missing my home.” Gavin murmured and looked down at his plate. “I-I missed you tonight…” He added softer before shoving a strip of bacon into his mouth, not wanting to say much more than that.

Geoff messed up Gavin’s hair, sitting by him at the counter. “S’fine, Gav. Don’t worry. We should both get some sleep, okay? Hurry up and finish.” He bumped his head against the side of Gavin’s to give him some comfort. He ate up his food, still feeling tipsy as he put their dishes away. “You ready for bed?”

Gavin nodded and climbed up Geoff. "Carry me!" He giggled and buried his face against Geoff's neck and smiled. "I'm glad you're my roommate. No one else would put up with my bullshit." Gavin tugged at Geoff's hair and chuckled. "Tuck me into bed, and undress me."

Geoff groaned and carried Gavin into his bedroom. “I wonder why no one else would put up with your bullshit. You owe me if I start getting grey hairs by my thirties.” He huffed out a laugh and dropped Gavin down on the wide bed. The billowy comforters sprouted out a few feathers at Gavin’s landing and he laughed. “You get in your pajamas by your own damned self, and brush your fucking teeth.” He took off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper, unveiling the rest of his dark ink. Then he stepped into the bathroom to wash his face.

Gavin whined as pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor instead. "Geoff!" He pleaded and stretched before standing to push his jeans down too. Gavin followed the man into the bathroom and walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Geoff's waist and holding onto him. "Mmm... Geoff." Gavin hummed.

“Y’okay, kiddo?” Geoff garbled around his toothbrush as he brushed his teeth. Gavin looked a little down and sensitive tonight, Geoff felt compelled to look out for him, make sure he was alright. He tried not to focus on how warm the small boy’s body felt against his skin, Burnie’s annoying ass voice was ringing in his head and taunting him. “C’mon, teeth.” He washed his mouth out and got Gavin the other toothbrush before shying away to take off his belt and grab a pair of pajama bottoms.

Gavin brushed his teeth slowly as he leaned on the counter and sighed. He didn't know why he was feeling so down, but he wanted Geoff to make it go away. He wanted to cuddle and talk, and he wanted the man to kiss his forehead and tell him everything would be okay.

Geoff quickly changed into some pajama bottoms before stepping by the bed to turn off the lamp. “C’mere, Gav.” He reached for Gavin’s arm when he got close enough and yanked him into bed playfully. “It’s alright, you’re probably just tired. Get some rest, okay? I’ll drive us through somewhere for breakfast in the morning before we go to work.” He ruffled Gavin’s hair and got under the blankets, tossing them over the boy.

Gavin smiled softly and curled up close to Geoff and sighed happily. “Thank you…” He mumbled and tossed his leg over Geoff’s leg and giggled. “Goodnight Geoff… Thank you for everything, sorry I’m so needy sometimes…” He mumbled and yawned as he pressed close to Geoff’s chest and passed out.

Geoff just pet Gavin’s hair for awhile, trying not to feel too close to the boy. He didn’t know why he felt this way sometimes. Eventually he also passed out, too drunk to think too much.

~ ~ ~

In the morning of the meeting, Geoff woke with a pounding heading and with Gavin literally lying between his legs. “Fuck.” He groaned and rubbed his eyes, grabbing the boy’s shoulders and making him roll over. “Gavin, off…” He was getting a boner.

Gavin groaned and made grabby hands for Geoff as he lost the presence of Geoff's heat. "Mmm..." He yawned and opened his eyes to look at the man. "Why? Can't we just cuddle?" Gavin whined and held onto Geoff's arm. "Please?"

“Gav!” Geoff hissed and pulled out of bed before the boy could notice. “No, we’re gonna be late… C’mon, get up. Go get some clothes from your closet.” He reached over to smack Gavin’s cheek lightly. “Gav.”

Gavin sighed and rolled out of bed. "Fine!" He complained as he padded out of Geoff’s room and into his own to get ready for work. When he was done he walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee before climbing onto Geoff’s lap.

Geoff stole some of Gavin’s coffee in response but shared his poptart. “Sleep well?” he teased as he added some sugar to the coffee and drank more. “Did you still wanna eat breakfast somewhere before we go to the office?” He didn’t care if Burnie ragged him for being a few minutes late.

Gavin nodded and pressed his face against Geoff's neck and smiled. "I want some fast food!" He giggled and sighed. "Did you sleep well? Did I do something wrong last night? Is that why you kicked me out this morning?" Gavin asked against Geoff's neck quietly. "I'm sorry if I did..."

Geoff quickly waved Gavin off, not wanting to get on the topic. “What? No, you’re fine. S’fine. I’m just a little hungover… Jesus, fast food at 8am? Fine, whatever. Let’s head out.” He lifted Gavin off the chair, putting him on the table instead when he went to get his jacket and shoes.

Gavin sighed and got down off the table to put on his shoes and sweater. He pulled his hood up and walked out the door to wait for Geoff by the car. What had he done wrong? He kicked at the rocks boredly. Was Geoff mad at him? He had to be. Gavin didn't even want food now.

Grabbing his keys, Geoff followed after the boy and noticed the concern on his face. “Gav, sh.” He offered a small smile. “It’s fine, just get in the car.” He got in and revved the engine. “You just fucking roll around and move in your sleep, and when you love against my dick! Well.” He shrugged his shoulders, a little embarrassed. “Not appropriate.”

Gavin blushed and turned his head away from Geoff. "S-Sorry..." He mumbled and turned the radio on. "I didn't know... Sorry Geoff..." He giggled and shook his head. "So are we gonna get McDonald's?" He asked as he sat in the seat and looked at Geoff.

“Buckle up,” Geoff snorted and nodded slightly. “I’ll get you some stupid McDonald’s.” He pulled out of the driveway and drove towards the downtown, stopping to get them some breakfast. Burnie was stressed when Geoff came late, nearly before they were due to leave for Razor.

“Relax, relax! I got you a coffee.” Geoff gave the cheap cup of coffee to Burnie with a pleased smile.

Burnie growled and took the coffee from Geoff. "I hate you!" He growled and sipped the coffee. "Where the fuck have you been? Sucking Gavin's dick?! Like seriously?" He hissed and clenched his jaw.

Geoff smacked his palm against Burnie’s back. “You’re going to bust an artery stomping around like this. C’mon, deep breathes. Our presentation is flawless, we’re prepared, now it’s just time to go.” He patted Burnie again before hitting him on the back of his head. “And shut the fuck up about being gay! You’ll raise eyebrows.”

Burnie smirked and tugged on Geoff's hair. "You are a fag!" He chuckled and took Geoff's arm. "C'mon! We gotta get going. Or we will be late." He pulled the man out of towards the parking lot and pushed him into his car.

The two of them drove into the downtown offices, finding the right building they were expected at. Geoff grabbed their files and coaxed Burnie to go in first, holding the door open. “I’m sure they’re excited to meet you, Burns. Let’s go.”

Burnie huffed as he looked at Geoff flatly. "I hate you... You better do most of the talking." He growled, shaking with how anxious he was right then. There was no way they'd get these guys to sponsor them. Not with how nervous he felt.

“What, do I gotta give you a blowjob to calm you the fuck down?” Geoff cackled, loving how off-guard he caught Burnie. He made the guy’s eyes pop open. “See? You’ll be fine, loosen up.” He patted Burnie’s shoulder and walked in front of them, signing in with the secretary and making Burnie take a seat. Eventually someone came out to get them and they had to give their pitch.

Burnie, being the bundle of unfunded ideas, was less of a people person when confronted with a chance to fund those ideas. That’s why he had Geoff, to get him to chill out and talk with their higher ups so that’s what he did. It even pulled off, this time.

Burnie was gloating, shining when they left the office.

He hugged Geoff and kissed his cheek happily. "We did it!" Burnie smiled and pulled Geoff close and smirked. "I'll take that blowjob now though." He teased and pulled the other man outside. "I'm so happy we pulled that off!" He could've kissed Geoff right fucking there but he didn't, he could've also gone for that blowjob, but he knew Geoff was only kidding. "C'mon, let celebrate!"

Geoff got in the car after Burnie. “Jesus, you’re such a jolly old fuck. You taking me out to the same bar as usual or some place special?” he joked as Burnie turned on the car and started driving down the street. They always went to their favorite bar. “Tabs on you again, I’m getting a fucking cheeseburger.”

Burnie growled and looked over at Geoff. "I don't think so! You will owe me a fucking blowjob if I keep fucking paying!" He growled and smacked Geoff's cheek. "Glad you did most of the talking. Or we would've been fucked." He snorted out a laugh.

Geoff smirked and and laid back in his chair, watching the closeby bar come into view. Burnie saw it looked busier than normal but what Geoff saw was someone getting thrown out on the street from the bar’s entrance. The young looking kid landed on his ass and nearly broke into a brawl with the bartender. “Jesus. Hurry and park, something’s going down.”

Burnie huffed and growled. "Fine! Fucking get out." He laughed as he parked and killed the engine. "Go go!" He chuckled and got out of the car.

Michael ran at the guys and punched him. "Fuck you! I don't need to be welcomed here! Fuck you all! Fuck this!" He growled and slammed one of the guys against the wall.

Geoff approached just as the kid was tossed onto the sidewalk again and kicked. “Bill! What the fuck’s going on? He’s just a kid!” He stepped between the bartender and the red haired boy, making the bartender back off. “Relax, what did he do?”

“Could’ve made me lose my fucking bartending license! ‘Cause he had a fake one, and a fake debit card he thought he could scam with underage drinking and without paying. I don’t wanna see your rotten face around here again, asshole!”

Michael gave him the finger and stuck his tongue out at him. "Go fuck yourself!" He hissed and wiped the blood off his split lip. "Thanks..." Michael grumbled as he stood up and went to walk away. "Fucking cocksucker..."

Burnie finally caught up to Geoff. "What happened? Are you okay?"

“I don’t know… that boy tried to rip off the bartender,” Geoff sighed and brushed off his sleeves. “Kid! What’s your name? Do you want someone to actually buy you a drink?” Usually he wouldn’t give a shit but the boy’s face was scuffed with dirt and a dark bruise, he looked like he hadn’t seen a shower in a week but the pissed off glimmer in his irises caught Geoff most. He looked hungry. “We can’t go to this bar, but there’s others…” Little did he know of the other places Michael was banned from.

He just shrugged. "S'fine... I'm fine. My name doesn't matter. Thanks for your help, but I didn't need it." Michael mumbled as he walked away and dabbed the blood off his face.

Burnie sighed, unimpressed. "Don't worry about him. C'mon, let's go get a celebratory drink."

"Grateful shit, I saved your ass from a beating! Those bar jockeys take out much worse than you for a lot less," Geoff refuted, sparking the boy's temper and making him halt walking again. "Do you want me to keep harping or are you going to let me buy you a meal?" Some kinda parental instinct grasped him from leaving Michael on the dirty hot sidewalk.

Michael turned to look back at Geoff and storm towards him. "Why the fuck do you care?! It's not like I'm anyone to you! I don't know you. And I don't need your fucking sympathy or your handouts. I'm not a charity case. I can take care of myself." He poked Geoff's chest and stared at the man.

Burnie sighed and rubbed his forehead. "C'mon Geoff, let's just go. This kid obviously doesn't want what you're trying to give him. Leave him here. He smells anyway..."

Geoff frowned and didn't move down from Michael. "Being able to take care of yourself implies you're able to pay for your own bar tab, so stop being so stubborn and sorry for yourself. You hungry or you not? Tell me your name, or I'm just gonna have to keep calling you kid." He teased and smiled slightly. "What you might call pity, others might call care."

Michael looked at Geoff and huffed. "My name’s Michael. And that's all you need to know about me. I don't need your fucking pity. There's no reason you would wanna pay for my food. You'd just want something in return..." He murmured and bit his bottom lip. "You'll want me to give you head, or let you fuck me. I know how you guys work. You don't care about me. You want me to suck you off after you feed me, ‘cause then I owe you something."

Geoff was honestly surprised at the reaction. “Kid. Michael,” he corrected himself. “We’re not gonna do that. Right, Burnie? Just give it a rest. If you’re not hungry then fine, you can go. But if you are, you can eat with us. Burnie’s paying. My name’s Geoff, Michael.” The boy looked so skeptical, he could only wonder what he’d been through in previous situations like these.

Michael bit his bottom lip as he looked between the two men. "That's what they all say..." He muttered and sighed. "But whatever. I'm starving, I'll come along with you, it's not like I've done this before in exchange for a blowjob." He half laughed and sighed again. "So it's Burnie, and Geoff?" Michael asked and outstretched his hand for a handshake.

"Yup! I'm Burnie. And you don't have to worry about giving us anything, seriously we're not like that." Burnie said and shook the boys hand. "You look like you need a shower."

"Yeah, Burnie loves to joke about blowjobs but only 'cause he never gets any," Geoff assured sarcastically. "C'mon, there's a better burger bar down a couple blocks." He put his hands in his jean pockets and nodded off in the right direction before they started walking there.

Michael looked up at Burnie from behind him and sighed. "Okay..." He mumbled and followed behind Geoff with Burnie at his side. "Thanks..." Michael looked down at his feet, he was embarrassed. It was broad daylight, and he really did need a shower.

Burnie smiled and patted the kid on the back. "It's all good. I swear. Don't sweat it. We're out celebrating anyway."

“Razor’s sponsoring our company,” Geoff piped up with a grin. “No thanks to him. So what the fuck’s a kid your age doing getting kicked out of bars, huh? How old are you?” He pointed out the restaurant on the other side of the street, a quiet, small looking bar. “They have great fries here.”

Michael smiled a little. "I know that company, big gaming corp. How'd you score that?" Michael asked, "I'm twenty."

Burnie looked a little surprised that Michael recognized it. "You know about Razor? Are you really homeless, or...?"

“Fancy shmancy corp,” Geoff added. “I wouldn’t imagine a kid like you would know too much about that shit. You play computer games on the side of the street?” He teased as they walked into the restaurant, a waitress sat them down at a secluded booth. “We’re from Roosterteeth, maybe you’ve heard of us too.” He laughed, Michael hadn’t.

Michael sighed and shrugged. "I’ve read magazines... Is that against the law? What else am I supposed to do? Maybe this was a bad idea... I can leave..." He mumbled and suddenly didn't like the position he was in.

Burnie chuckled and shook his head. "It's okay. Geoff's just an asshole." Burnie said and smack Geoff on the back of the head. "Don't scare him away! Be nice... Jesus Christ..."

“Sorry, sorry!” Geoff grabbed for the first beer when the waitress gave him and Burnie one. “It’s just how I talk, I’m kidding. Promise.” He gave Michael a small smile. “But really, why are you out on the street? Don’t you got family, a job?”

Michael shook his head and sighed as he watched the boys drink. "No family, no job. My family lives in New Jersey." He sighed and bit his bottom lip. "It's fine..."

Burnie looked at Geoff and then at Michael. "Really? How did you end up here?"

Michael shrugged. "Got on a bus, came here."

Geoff flickered a gaze over at the boy, catching a look in his eye. A look like he didn’t want to talk about that sort of thing. “Where do you sleep at night? Texans aren’t all southern hospitality, you know.”

Michael shrugged as he looked down at his hands. "On the streets, sometimes people take me home, and let me shower and whatever in exchange for favours... Which I assume this is." He mumbled and rubbed his forehead. "Y'know... I don't wanna bother you guys, and I've had enough of being used for one day. I'll just go, let you two celebrate in peace."

Burnie gave Michael a worried look. "C'mon. You're not bothering us, and we certainly do not want to use you. Don't worry. Okay?"

“You don’t deserve that, kid. We’re not gonna do that,” Geoff passed his beer to Michael. “What do you want to eat? You can get anything on the menu.” He couldn’t believe Michael just slept downtown on benches, he was only 20.

Michael bit his bottom lip and took a big gulp of the beer and sighed. "Thanks." He looked through the menu and picked the least expensive thing on the menu, a cheeseburger with fries.

Geoff ordered the same from the waitress after he asked for a few more beers. “You can pick anything you know,” he prompted gently. “Miss, why don’t we get him a root beer float too? Burnie, you order.” He watched the boy unsurely. “We can’t just let you live out on the dirty fuckin’ streets after this…”

Michael smiled softly and shook his head. "No, I'm okay with a cheeseburger." He blushed a little. "Really... This isn't necessary." He added quietly. "I'm okay... I don't mind sleeping on the streets."

Burnie ordered his food and gave Michael a doubtful look. "You're kidding right? No one actually likes sleeping on benches."

“I’m not suggesting anything here, kid, but you look really rough. You could take a shower at my apartment if you want, its just a couple blocks away. My roommate could help you out, he’s 20 also… Burnie and I can take the rest of the day off after that meeting.” Geoff finished his first beer as they waited for food. “You don’t have to do anything, just don’t steal my shit,” he laughed lightly.

Michael returned the laugh and looked down at his beer. "Okay... Sounds good then. I wouldn't mind a shower." He smiled and watched as three plates of food came over. "Thanks guys. Really. This is the first time someone's been nice to me… without wanting anything in return."

Burnie smiled at Geoff and nodded at Michael. "No problem."

Geoff hated that fucking smirk Burnie gave him whenever he talked to a pretty boy.

~ ~ ~

He lead them back to his apartment where Gavin had just returned from the RT offices. “Gavin! We have a guest,” Geoff called in when he unlocked the door and took off his jacket, Burnie and Michael following him in. “Sorry, the place is kinda a mess…” Geoff thought he looked a-mess too but he didn’t want to think about it.

Michael sighed as he came into the small apartment and but gus bottom lip. He watched as a tan boy come running up to Geoff and hugging him. He couldn’t help but feel an automatic small pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.

Burnie smiled at the two of them. "We have a guest!" He said loudly as he nudged Michael into the apartment.

Geoff messed up Gavin’s hair, a little embarrassed from the affection. “Gavin, this is Michael. He doesn’t have a place to stay right now so he’s gonna take a shower here. Maybe stay for dinner, if he wants to. I’ll try to clean up the place a bit…” He walked into the open spaced living room to compile any clutter hanging around. Gavin’s dirty socks, old beer cans. “So uh, make yourself comfortable, I guess.” He combed his fingers through his hair and took off his belt.

Michael chewed his bottom lip and sighed. "Thanks... After dinner I'll leave you guys alone, okay?" He said to Gavin. "Can you show me to the washroom so I can get a little more decent. I look like someone rolled me in dirt."

Burnie chuckled and walked into the living room with Geoff. He wrapped his arms around Geoff's waist and swayed a little. "C'mon beautiful. Your apartment doesn't look that bad."

Geoff swatted Burnie off with a glare. “Shutup. And it’s fine, Michael. You can hang around.” He didn’t know why Michael was looking at Gavin like that. The last thing he wanted to do was make wrong assumptions too. The way he pulled on his red wavy hair when he didn’t know what to say made Geoff’s glance stay on him.

Gavin didn’t know if he was going to enjoy the company, Michael didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with him. He only saw when Michael looked at Geoff. “The washroom’s over here.” What made him worried was how Geoff looked back.

Michael nodded and turned to walk away. "Thanks." He murmured and walked into the bathroom. He sighed heavily as he went over to the tub and turned the water on, excited to relax in the shower.

Burnie smiled brightly and kissed Geoff's cheek. "You're so into the little boy. It's adorable. Don't let Gavin see that look on your face." He chuckled.

Geoff huffed and pushed Burnie away from him, feeling more pissed off. He didn’t want to upset his roommate with their new guest. “I need a drink.” Geoff patted Gavin’s head when he crossed over to the kitchen and the three of them waited around the apartment, flipping through TV channels.

Michael came out in a towel, almost an hour later. "I need some clean clothes, can I borrow some?"

Geoff got up and walked with Michael to his room and handed the pale boy some clothes. Michael thanked him and pushed the man out of his room so he could change. Once Michael was decent, he joined the boys in the living room with a beer and sat on a chair away from most of them. They talked and ate snacks until late at night when Geoff insisted Michael stay, to which the boy couldn't refuse.

~ ~ ~

There seemed to be a number of offers that Michael couldn’t help but try when coming from Geoff. Geoff didn’t know why, or rather he didn’t want to think of the reason, but he didn’t want to let Michael leave his life.

Michael walked into the Roosterteeth office, he had only been there a few months after Geoff picked him up off the street. He gave him a job, a little money, and let him crash at this place until he was able to afford his own. He never thought he would get an ‘own’. Even though Michael hadn't been with Roosterteeth for very long, he was earning a well recognized place among the others. He had a lot of pent up anger and had a fucking short temper, videos of him yelling at video games were racking up more and more attention.

Michael sat at his desk and stretched as he looked around. It was nice to be somewhere that wasn't outside in the scorching sun, and being able to take a shower felt fucking awesome. Geoff was becoming a really good friend and Michael had owed everything to him.

And Geoff always seemed to walk into the office when Michael was thinking about him. “Mh.” It was his version of a good morning, mid-hangover, pre-coffee. He slumped down in the desk on the other wall of the room, resting his head in his arms.

“Morning!” Gavin chirped and Geoff jokingly covered his ears when the smaller boy hopped into the room. Michael and Geoff always seemed to be in the same room when he noticed.

Michael smiled at Gavin and relaxed in his chair. "Morning Gavin." He smirked. "Why're you so cheery? Did you get laid?" He joked and poked at the boy before looking over at Geoff. Michael didn't know why but he always found himself looking at Geoff, he couldn’t help it.

“Very funny, prick. I should know not to greet you politely.” Gavin sulked as he sat in his chair and Geoff cracked up.

“You guys ready for some videos today?” The man asked as he stole Gavin’s coffee. “You make your coffee too fucking sweet, man. I might run some errands in a bit so we should do the update and shit.”

Michael chuckled and smiled brightly at Gavin. “I’m just teasing you!” He said as he wheeled over to Gavin and stole his coffee too. “Your coffee tastes so good. Geoff’s just a miserable prick.” He smiled softly and poked Geoff’s stomach. “What kinda errands? You going to a sex shop? Coffee shop?” Michael smirked.

“I’m sure you’d like to know,” Geoff rolled his eyes. “I’ll be getting some coffee. Real coffee,” he clarified flatly. “And food…” He hesitated as he cleaned up his desk and got up to set up the camera for a weekly update. “You could come, if you wanted. If you were hungry,” he mumbled.

Michael blushed softly and bit his bottom lip. He hated when Geoff said stuff like that. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind, I’m actually really hungry, I don’t have much food in my apartment…” He mumbled and messed up Gavin’s hair. “Real coffee sounds good too.” He said as he helped Geoff setup the camera, though he kept bumping into the man. “S-Sorry…”

Michael’s ankle hooked around one of the tripod stands, throwing him off kilter. Geoff automatically reached out to grab his hips and pull him back. “Shit! Geez, Michael.” He stabled the boy out before realizing he was still holding Michael’s hips from behind him.

Michael blushed and pulled away quickly. “Thank you…” He mumbled and he patted Geoff’s chest and walked back to his chair. He went back to editing his Rage Quit while Geoff set the equipment up.

When Geoff started reading the week’s news, Gavin was fucking around in the background and throwing some paper balls at Michael. “You’re as red as a fuckin’ cherry, Michael!” he laughed and pulled on the back of the other boy’s chair, messing him up and shaking him.

Michael growled at Gavin under his breath. "Don't start with me!" He yelled and pushed the boy away from him. "Stop. I'm just hot!" He hissed and jumped on Gavin, wrestling him to the floor. "Fucking prick. Don't start with me..."

“Geoff, he’s blushing harder now! What did you do? Touch his knob?” Gavin was squealing as he tried to get out from under Michael.

“Jesus fucking christ, knock it off, both of you!” Geoff spat as he tried to get back to announcements. Ryan came into the room just in time to be able to pull the two boys apart.

Michael huffed and left the office to get himself a glass of water and calm down. He was so embarrassed, he was jealous Gavin still lived with Geoff. It always felt like they had something he didn’t. Michael sat at the table in the kitchen and drank his cold glass of water, hoping that it would calm him down.

“C’mon, Gav. You pissed Micool off,” Ryan teased the smaller boy and took over the updates for Geoff. Geoff patted the guy on the back and looked to Gavin.

“You know better than to fuck with Michael after his rage videos!” he scolded before leaving the room too. He wanted to find Michael, mostly just wanted to see him. “Hey,” he said casually as he walked into the kitchen where the redhead was sitting. “Sorry about him. Didn’t mean to uh, get in your space earlier.”

Michael shrugged and chewed his bottom lip. "It's okay. No big deal." He said softly and kept his eyes on his water glass. "Thanks though." He said softly and smiled. "How're you doing?" He asked softly.

“Ah, I’m fine. Tired Monday.” He poured two cups of coffee, using less cream this time. “Here.” He sat down with Michael and pushed one of the mugs over to him, offering more sugar and cream. “How’s your new apartment? I know you crashed with us for a while, isn’t it too quiet there?” He smiled a little.

Michael nodded slightly. "Yeah... It's almost a little too quiet. And the apartment is nice. I like it there." He murmured as he took the sugar and added some to his coffee. "So... Do you and Gavin have like a thing going? You guys always come in either pissed off with each other or a little too touchy." He chuckled to sound casual, almost scared of the answer.

“Oh, god, no. No, Gavin?” Geoff buried his face in his coffee. “It’s not like that. That wouldn’t be appropriate…” He felt rather uncomfortable at the thought. “He’s just a friend. Annoying, needy, whiny friend, but just a friend.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “You thought that?”

Michael shrugged and kept his head in his coffee cup. "Yeah a little bit... I'm sorry. It just really seems like you guys are like together, y'know." He said softly. "Sorry I made that really awkward... I should go get back to work."

“N-No, it’s fine. I didn’t know I came off as gay,” Geoff huffed out a laugh, trying to cover himself up. “I’m sorry if I came on to you like that… I probably made you really uncomfortable, sorry.” He gulped back his coffee, trying not to act like what he’d asked Michael earlier was for a date.

Michael smiled softly and reached across the table to touch Geoff's hand. "Don't worry. If you're gay or not, I don't mind. Seriously. May or may not be gay, as well." Michael laughed gently. "Is your offer still on the table? I wouldn't mind real coffee and some food, or even just an outing today..." He could feel his face heating up again. Fuck, he had to learn to control himself around Geoff. It was getting ridiculous.

Geoff tried not to sound put off, he hadn’t thought Michael might like him like that once. “Y-Yeah,” he cleared his throat and cracked his knuckles idly. “Of course, I’d like that too. You’re? Nevermind. I’d really like to take you out.” He smiled, it was the first time Michael had seen him look nervous.

Michael chuckled and blushed harder. "So, are you asking me out?" He teased and stood up. "C'mon, keep your composure, daddy, you have to go back into your office and see your boys." He smirked as he walked away from Geoff. "We'll go when I'm done editing."

“Shut the fuck up!” Geoff hissed as the boy left, leaving him there a little stunned. He didn’t know why whenever Michael prodded at him and called him daddy left him kinda bothered. It was just the way he fucking said it, Geoff couldn’t read into it. Michael was just fucking around.

For the rest of the day, Geoff let Michael finish his work. He posted their weekly update video as well, but his mind kept wandering back to Michael. Geoff fucked around at work, they all did, but he never thought Michael would literally want to go out with him. It made him feel rather oblivious.

Michael stood and stretched loudly, half moaning Geoff's name. "I'm ready for some food!" He smiled and stood up. "I'm so ready to eat. Tabs on you, I want to drink too!" Michael exclaimed and walked over to Geoff to pat his head. "Let's go!"

“You’re still underage technically, you know!” Geoff grumbled as he got up and pulled on his old jacket. “You can’t legally have a beer for another couple months!” He took Michael’s wrist, tugging him towards the door and leaving Ryan, Gavin, and Ray there. “Let’s get outta here.” His hand felt hot on Michael’s white skin.

Michael bit his bottom lip as he followed Geoff. "C'mon, daddy! Why can't you just agree with me for once!" He hissed as he followed quickly, beginning to whine a little. Michael stretched out as he and Geoff left the office and went out into the parking lot. "So where do you wanna go eat?"

“Well, let’s think. Where is Michael not banned?” Geoff teased as he unlocked his car and pushed Michael into the passenger seat. “Why not the Chinese place down town? Sushi and shit.” He got in too and started up the engine, leading them down town. He didn’t know why it felt so secure to have Michael riding beside him.

Michael smiled brightly and nodded. "That sounds perfect!" He blushed but tried to hide his cheeks. He fucking loved being close to Geoff, the guy basically saved his life and he didn't know how to remotely thank him. "Hey, um... Thanks for everything, really... I appreciate everything you've done for me."

Geoff always waved him off casually about that. "Don't worry about it, I haven't done anything. You've earned being here, Michael... I'm glad you're here," he said as he kept his eyes focused straight forward, feeling a little too embarrassed to say that to his face. They were approaching the downtown restaurant, Geoff found a place to park on the side of the street.

Michael got out of the car and waited for Geoff behind him. "C'mon! Let's go." He smiled happily and took Geoff's hand, pulling him into the restaurant. Michael felt dumbly happy to be with him. He didn't really care what happened or why he he felt so drawn to the man, he just wanted to be with him. He almost wished it was him living at Geoff's not Gavin.

Geoff got them a table, a booth in the back, and he ordered a round of sake too. He liked the stronger drink compared to beer, though a part of him both wanted to stay sober to keep his eyes on Michael while at the same time he needed something to calm his nerves down. “If I drink this, you gotta drive back, deal?” He smiled crookedly. “You can get whatever, I’ll pay… So, how long did you think you might want to go out with a guy?”

Michael shrugged. "I used to give blowjobs for food and sleep with people so I could stay the night at their place." He murmured as he bit his bottom lip and hid his face slightly behind the menu. He was embarrassed to bring that up again. "But yeah. No biggie... A lot of guys are gay nowadays anyway right?" He kept his eyes on the menu not wanting to look at Geoff.

“I-I’m sorry… on their behalf. You shouldn’t have to pay people like that, Michael. Someone ought to take care of you finally,” he added in a gentle voice. “Can I?” he asked as he got up and gestured to the cushioned bench beside Michael, for some reason he just really wanted to sit next to him, closer.

Michael nodded and looked at Geoff. "Y-Yeah..." He stuttered, not really expecting Geoff to want to be this close to him. He didn't think anyone did. "You don't have to apologize. It was all I could offer. That was my only method of payment at the time." Michael mumbled and sighed softly. "Sit."

Geoff sat beside Michael on the bench, chest opening towards him warmly. “You don’t deserve to be used though Michael, not if it hurts you.” He hesitated when the hostess came over.

“Do you need more time to order, sirs?”

Michael smiled at the waitress and nodded. “I’m ready. I’ll take a bowl of plain white rice with a variety of all the rolls. Thanks.” He smiled and looked at Geoff. “What do you want?” He asked as patted Geoff’s thigh gently and picked up the glass of water that was set in front of him.

“I’ll have the hibachi steak, please. White rice too, chef’s recommended sushi platter.” He didn’t care if he splurged a little on pricey sushi if he could eat it with Michael. The waitress wrote their orders and smiled politely before departing. “This place looks nice. You look nice… just tell me if I make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to seem like the other men who’ve hurt you.” His side felt so warm against where Michael was pressed against, he had to coil his arm around the boy’s neck comfortable and play with his hair idly.

Michael leaned against Geoff slightly and instantly relaxed as the man's finger ran through his hair. "A-Are you telling me you like me? That you wanna be something to me, daddy?" Michael smiled to himself and kept his hand on Geoff's thigh. "Geoff..." He felt his face burn as he kept his eyes away from Geoff's and looked down at the table. This actually felt nice.

Geoff hummed a little and rested his face against the top of Michael’s head, he didn’t know why it made him feel like he was vibrating whenever Michael said that, called him that. “Don’t call me that, isn’t that inappropriate?” he mumbled under his breath. “People might get the wrong impression, boy.”

Michael squeaked in surprise and nodded. “S-Sorry…” He mumbled and pulled away from Geoff with the food came. He was embarrassed and just wanted to get this weird date over with. He didn’t know why he wanted to call Geoff daddy, or why he suddenly felt so cold without Geoff’s arm wrapped around him. “This looks really fucking good…” Michael mumbled as he asked the waitress for a refill on his water.

Geoff backed off from Michael, giving him some space after accidentally coming on too strong. He nodded and let his features soften with a smile when the steaming food was placed down. “Yeah.” He unfolded his chopsticks and started to eat, measuring the distance Michael was giving him and trying to ease the suspension between them. “You should try some of these rolls, they’re my favorite.”

Michael looked at Geoff and opened his mouth, letting the man put one on his tongue. He hummed softly and leaned against Geoff with a happy sigh. He felt like he had been drinking. Michael felt kinda high and he liked it. Geoff always made him happy, like weightless and he liked it a lot. "So... Why were you playing with my hair? You into me? Why would you be?" He asked after a few long moments of silence.

Geoff tried not to drop his sushi at the question. “Oh… I, well I like your hair. I like.” He stopped himself to choose his words better. “I like the way it feels when I’m near you. The way you fuck around with me, what you say to me. It’s like I can’t ever get it out of my head,” he murmured like it caused him a headache, maybe one in his chest though. “It feels different when you’re close to me, sorry if I come off too strange.”

Michael chuckled and looked at Geoff. "No, it's fine. I-I like it... I like having my hair played with." He mumbled as he stuffed another sushi roll into his mouth. "I just don't know why you would wanna touch me after knowing what I've done and been through. Most people as disgusted by that..." He said softly.

“That doesn’t define you,” Geoff replied insistently. “You’re not disgusting, Michael, you’re beautiful… and caring, if a bit temperamental.” He smiled. “I like how my fingers tingle when I play with your hair. Or how my skin feels when you accidentally touch one of my tattoos,” he confessed in a soft murmur.

Michael chewed his bottom lip and blushed. "Really?" He mumbled and smiled brightly. "S-So what're you saying?" He asked softly and gently brushed his fingers over Geoff's tattoos on his forearm, before picking up another sushi roll and shoving it in his mouth.

Geoff’s skin prickled into goosebumps when Michael’s fingers played over him. “Y-Yeah… it fucking drives me nuts when you do that at work. When you call me fucking daddy… Sometimes I think I like you too much.” He ate some of his rice and steak as he let his arm go back to petting Michael’s hair.

Michael almost purred, as Geoff's fingers worked through his hair. He finished his food and moved to lean against Geoff's side. "Mm... Daddy." Michael groaned with a teasing smile, "so what're we gonna do about this?" He asked, starting to really like being this close to Geoff.

“The little shits at RT would never let me live it down if I came out as actually liking you,” the man replied flatly. “What are we gonna do about this? I don’t give a fuck about what they try to hang over my head.” He could smell Michael’s shampoo, for some reason it made him feel so calm.

Michael smiled and sighed. "So?" He asked as he looked up at Geoff. "What do you wanna do?" He asked again and leaned against him and ran his fingers over Geoff's thigh and then went back to eating the last bit of his sushi. He didn't know why he felt so drawn to Geoff. Maybe it was because the man gave him a job and a home, a chance.

“I want to be around you. I do.” Geoff decided not to delve in the sake. He just wanted to play with Michael. “I don’t usually say shit like this but I really like you. Could I try to…?” He moved his hand to cup Michael’s soft cheek, just touching his skin there before leaning a bit closer to his salty lips. He didn’t know what he’d do if Michael stopped him.

Michael looked at Geoff a little scared about being close to someone like Geoff. Michael cupped both his hands on Geoff's face stopping the man a little. "Isn't this inappropriate, daddy?" He teased before closing the gap between them. Michael had wanted to do this so bad for so long, it felt like an implosion.

Geoff half smirked against Michael’s lips, kissing him softly and pulling on his hair a little. It made the nerves in his stomach curl with want, Michael’s lips felt like pure heat against his own and he had to kiss him more. “Don’t talk to me about ‘appropriate’,” he mumbled in a breathy voice before going back to kissing the boy.

Michael moved his hands to clench the man's shirt tight. Fuck it felt so electric, so much better than any kiss he'd ever had before his whole body started burning. He had to pull away to stop himself from climbing onto the man's lap and actually being inappropriate in a public setting. Michael let out a breathy sigh and smiled. "Geoff..."

"Jesus," Geoff grumbled and let his knuckles curl into the back of the boy's shirt. "M-Maybe we should..." He gestured at the door before digging enough cash out to cover the expensive bill. "You could show me your new apartment."

Michael blushed and bit his bottom lip. "Yeah... I'll show you my new apartment." He panted under his breath and licked his lips. "Yeah, mh..." He mumbled and stood, impatiently walking with Geoff out the door. He was so excited about getting Geoff at home. He didn't know if they were moving too fast though, he wasn't gonna do much with the man.

“Y’can type in your address to the GPS.” Geoff started up the car and gently kissed Michael’s shoulder when he sat down. Michael couldn’t help but feel an automatic sort of sense kick in, like this was the part where he’d pay for his dinner and act good. He had to keep his mind gripped on the fact that it was Geoff, not some other guy, some other apartment they were heading back to.

Michael put his address into Geoff's GPS and kept his eyes on the man. It was just Geoff, he didn't have to do anything with the man. He didn't have to pay him back, did he? He felt like that's the way this was going. "My apartments a mess, so I'm sorry in advance..." He felt like he owed Geoff something, he had to.

“I don’t care, we can check out a movie or something.” He smiled a little as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove under the instructions towards Michael’s place. “Maybe I can make you a real dinner tonight too. You don’t need to get any skinnier, I bet you haven’t had one proper meal at home since you left my apartment.”

Michael chuckled and nodded. "Yeah... I mostly order takeout." He smiled and relaxed in the seat of the car, turning the radio on. "Thank you, for everything." Michael murmured and chewed on his bottom lip.

Geoff just shook his head like he always did. “I should be thanking you, Michael… You’ve really fit in with the group. Feels more complete with you on hand.” He glanced at Michael who was looking out the window and leaning back in his chair. “You won’t be eating shitty takeout with me around. What do you have at your apartment?”

Michael laughed and looked at Geoff. "Probably nothing." He giggled and stretched singing along to the song in the radio. It was so nice to be with Geoff, in any sense. Michael loved the man's company.

Michael’s company was becoming addicting to Geoff too. He swang by a small food shop on the way to Michael’s apartment, keeping the engine on as he ran in to get some food for cooking. He left Michael in the car with the radio. He wasn’t sure why he was so excited, Geoff never fucking got excited. Something in him just wanted to take of Michael. “This’ll do,” he grinned as he put the food in the back of his car and got back in next to the boy.

Michael smiled and leaned over to peck Geoff's cheek. "Let's go." He chuckled and smiled softly. "What're you gonna make for dinner?" He was excited to get home with Geoff.

"Pasta, the Ramsey recipe. Not Chef Ramsey though. I know you liked it." He smiled to himself when they finally reached Michael's apartment. The two of them took the groceries up each flight of stairs, Michael got stuck with a cheap apartment on the third floor but he'd never complained. Geoff put the food in the fridge first before taking off his jacket. "You're right, the place is a mess." He laughed.

Michael nodded. "Told you. I mean it's not too bad, I'm just y'know... Not the neatest guy." He chuckled and tossed his jacket on the chair and then flopped down on the couch. "I can't wait for that pasta... I haven't had a good home cooked meal in so long."

“I know, I was there.” Geoff grinned and helped himself into the kitchen, already firing up the ingredients because the meal took so long to prepare. “I haven’t been over here since I went apartment-seeking with you… What would you like to do, boy?”

Michael sat up and peeked over the back of the couch. "Hmm... I don't know." Michael said and quirked an eyebrow. "What would you like to do daddy?" Michael just really wanted to lay on the couch with Geoff, curled up on his chest. He wanted to be close to the man but didn't know how to ask or go about it.

Geoff started mixing some spices as he watched Michael through the open wall to the living room. “Put on a movie, weren’t you raging about that dumb comic book movie? You wanted to show me it.” He just wanted an excuse to lay with Michael on the couch when the food cooked.

Michael nodded and jumped up. "Yes! That sounds perfect! Lemme get it." He smiled brightly as he walked into his room to grab the blu-ray. Michael walked back out into the living room and popped the disc in the player, turning everything on. He took the remote and walked over to the kitchen to sit up on the counter. "I'll wait till you're done cooking to start. It's such a good movie!"

Some old ass animated movie Michael was talking about, it had been remastered so he hadn’t shut up about it. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll have my eyes glued to the screen for every moment, princess.” He smirked and boiled the noodles down in the water, flickering his gaze over Michael’s thighs near him. He had to get a hold of himself. “If you like it, I’m sure I will…” He smiled a little and stepped over to Michael, kissing his cheek lightly. “Does that weird you out?”

Michael looked at Geoff and tilted his head a little. "Does what weird me out? You kissing me?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around Geoff's neck and pulled him close. "Not at all." Michael smirked and pressed his lips against Geoff's for a very soft, chaste kiss. "Just cook dinner so we can start the movie!" He smiled and hopped down off the counter.

Geoff licked his lips, dazed by the kiss. He hummed and nodded, trying to recenter his focus. “It won’t be much longer. I’ll make a couple slices of garlic bread too, got some fresh bread.” He eased into cooking, baking garlic bread, seasoning the noodles once they were done. The kitchen was swirling with aroma by the time it was near finished half an hour later. “Sit down, I’ll serve.”

Michael blushed and nodded as he moved to sit at the small table. "I'm excited. It smells so fucking good." His mouth was watering and he couldn't take his eyes off the tattooed man. He was slightly sweaty from the steam and heat of the cooking. Michael just bit his bottom lip as he turned the TV on to watch the news.

Geoff got two plates and brought the food out to Michael with a couple beers, sitting beside him on the couch after he put the movie in. “Eat.” He put a breadstick in his mouth and leaned back on the couch, popping a beer. The two of them sat together and ate, Geoff tried to pay attention to the movie even though he wanted to give Michael his attention more.

Michael ate his food while he watched the movie. "I love this movie so much..." He smiled happily and ate a piece of garlic bread, putting his empty plate on the table. "I love this part. What do you think of the movie?" He asked once the man was done his food. Michael drank his beer and smiled happily.

“It’s actually really good,” Geoff replied, grabbing both of their dishes and quickly putting them in the sink for Michael. He had actually gotten really into the movie. He grabbed another cold beer for them and plopped back down on the couch, able to get comfortable with the boy now. “I can see why you liked it.” He wrapped his arm around Michael’s lower waist, pulling the boy half into his lab on the cushiony couch.

"I told you it was good!" He chuckled and drank his beer. Michael was happy like this. He felt so fucking happy it hurt and Geoff just made the boy happy.

Geoff leaned back, pulling Michael with him with a cackle. “You’re always right, aren’t you? I’m okay with that.” He put their beers on the table and kissed Michael’s temple, wrapping up with him as the boy laid out on top of his chest. “Michael. That, shit, that fucking dumb Roosterteeth Valentine’s Day party at Burnie’s… would you wanna go with me?” He wanted another excuse to have Michael out, it didn’t feel like Valentine’s Day was this fucking weekend even though it was.

Michael looked down at Geoff, a little surprised. "Yeah! I-I'll go with you." He replied gently and leaned down to kiss Geoff's stubbly face. "I would love that." Michael smiled as he kissed the man rougher, fingers tangled in Geoff's soft hair.

Geoff wrapped his palms around Michael’s back, letting the boy lean into him with slow kisses and strong hands. Burnie was going to have a fucking carnival if they showed up together but so long as Geoff could do this in front of him, he didn’t care.

Michael gripped Geoff's hair and kissed his back harder, before pulling away. "Watch the movie!" He growled and smiled happily. "The movies good." Michael said softly and blushed as he rest his head on Geoff's chest.

"I know, I know!" Geoff grumbled as he kissed at the top of Michael's forehead, obsessed with touching the boy. He just wanted to hold him, he slid his palms under Michael's shirt, caressing his hot skin with calloused fingers.

Michael almost withered as Geoff touched him. "Movie!" He hissed and turned Geoff's head to the side to look at the TV. "Mm... I'm getting tired." Michael chuckled and rubbed his cheek against Geoff's chest. He like being with the man like this.

Geoff actually did watch until the end of the movie but by that time, Michael was fast asleep on his chest. The ending credit music rolled while Geoff stretched a little and stopped moving. “Michael…?” He wrapped his arm under Michael’s legs and slowly pulled him up and carried him into the bedroom. “Michael… It’s late. I should go back to my place,” he whispered as he laid the half asleep boy underneath the covers.

Michael shook his head and made grabby hands for Geoff. "S-Stay..." He said softly as he moved over a little. Michael opened his eyes to look at Geoff. "Unless you wanna go home?" He mumbled and stretched, reaching for his belt to take his jeans off.

Geoff hesitated before helping Michael out of his belt and jeans. “You want me to stay?” He kissed Michael’s cheek, realizing he really fucking didn’t want to leave. “I can sleep on the couch, if you want, Michael.”

Michael shook his head and yawned. "In bed!" He hissed and pulled Geoff by the hand. "Please?" Michael whined and stretched again. "I'm cold. In!" He growled softly eyes half lidded as he watched the man.

Geoff pressed his lips against Michael’s, he couldn’t help but kiss him when he looked like this, sleepy, messy hair, warm lips. “You sure?” He crawled into the other side of the bed, not taking off his shirt or his jeans. He just laid facing Michael and cupping his face for another small kiss. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”

Michael nodded and kissed Geoff softly. "I'm sure. Take your jeans off! How can you sleep with them on?" Michael asked as he reached for Geoff's button on his jeans, fumbling with it a little before finally getting it undone as well as the zipper. "Off!" He demanded in a sheepish voice, too tired to notice his fingers were gently grazing him inappropriately.

Geoff quickly moved Michael’s hands out of the way. “Michael! Stop squirming.” He pinned the boy’s hands down by his face and kicked his jeans off his legs. He only let go of Michael’s hands when he realized he was basically holding his hands. “Jesus.” He laughed a little and laid down, letting himself get closer to the boy. “Go back to sleep, Michael…”

Michael hummed happily and curled closer to Geoff, face pressed against his chest. "Okay..." He mumbled and closed his eyes. "G'night Geoff. See you in the morning..." He yawned and stretched out, leg hooking over Geoff's hip. "Mmm daddy..."

Geoff didn’t know why it put him so much at ease to have Michael curled up against his chest, he just knew he slept really well that night. Until morning he dreamed of nothing but the boy did wake him up earlier than expected, Michael was lying on top of him, dead asleep, between his legs. Geoff could feel the shape of Michael’s cock right against his own.

Michael moved his hips slightly as he stretched, hips moving against Geoff's. Michael was dreaming of Geoff, they were both in the office, and Geoff had him pinned against the wall as he ground against him, kissing roughly.

Geoff in bed almost flinched at the movement, his hands gripped Michael’s hips to try and hold him back. “M-Michael,” he groaned and nudged the boy. “Michael, shit… You’re, uh, on me.” He was hard before he could even try to avoid getting hard but Michael was too.

Michael groaned awake and stretched out on top of Geoff. "Hm?" He hummed and licked his lips before moving slightly, noticing they were both hard. "U-Uh... S-Sorry." Michael mumbled and bit his bottom lip, not wanting to move from his position though.

Geoff was already a little breathy, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this turned on, couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to touch someone so badly. “I-It’s okay. Fuck, I just…” He ensared his fingers in Michael’s messy hair, tipping his head up for and firm, warm kiss. He dug his heels into the mattress and moved his lips against the boy’s, opening his mouth a little before licking over Michael’s lips.

Michael opened his mouth to Geoff, pushing his tongue against his. He gripped Geoff's hair in return and kisses him back harder. "I-I..." Michael moaned softly and shifted around on top of Geoff and ground his hips slightly. "I-I'm so..." He gasped and kissed Geoff back harder, he couldn't get close enough.

Geoff scratched his fingers in the boy’s hair, feeling his cock twitch when Michael shifted up against him and make him groan loud into his mouth. He roughly grabbed Michael by the shoulders, rolling on top of him and pinning him down with his firm tattooed arms. “Michael,” he mumbled under his breath, pushing his hips down and thrusting down against him slowly. His lips grazed and bit at Michael’s jaw, eyes half closed as his stomach curled with please. “Sh-Shit.”

Michael gasped loudly and pushed his hips up. "Uh... Fuck. Isn't this inappropriate, daddy?" He asked as he ground his hips slightly. He fucking needed more, needed something. "Ge-Geoff..." Michael moaned loudly and arched under the man. "M-More..."

Michael sounded so hot underneath him, Geoff practically shoved the boy’s shirt up and started to bite at his soft chest with his scruffy face. He pushed Michael’s boxers down, taking a second to look over his white chest as it rose and fell and just to look at him. “You look amazing…” he mumbled quietly, almost distracted by Michael’s figure under his grip. He wrapped his fingers around the boy’s thick, hard shaft, just touching him initially.

Michael hissed and arched slightly, his breath coming out harsh. He was suddenly embarrassed by the way Geoff was looking at him. "D-Don't look at me l-like that..." He mumbled and chewed his bottom lip, “D-Daddy..." Michael moaned softly as he ground his hips upward.

Geoff’s cock gave a throb hearing Michael keep calling him that, it almost made him fucking dizzy. “Fuck…” He squeezed his fingers and licked up Michael’s neck, absorbed in him as he started to slowly jack him off. He ground down against the boy’s thigh too, biting on his neck and sucking as he swirled his hand. “Y-You sound so fucking hot. Fucking amazing…”

Michael squirmed under Geoff and bucked his hips slightly, toes curling. "Ge-Geoff!" He moaned loudly and curled his fingers in the sheets. "Daddy!" His back arched again. "A-Are you sure you wanna d-do this?" He asked softly as his breathing picked up.

“Fuck yes I do…” Geoff groaned a little as he rubbed down against Michael, holding him down and twisting his wrist while his hand moved faster. “F-Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum just from listening to you.” He moved his lips under Michael’s ear, biting him there and breathing hot on him. The boy leaked onto his fingers, smearing across his length with each stroke.

Michael could feel the pit of his stomach clench and his body was tense. "A-Ah! I'm close!" He hadn't been touched by another person in so long it felt so fucking good. He couldn't help the slew of noises coming from his mouth. "Da-Daddy! I'm gonna...!" Michael moaned sharply as his hips bucked, his stomach clenched and his body trembled as he came over Geoff's fingers and on his own chest. "G-Geoff!" His body was tingling and strung out, it felt so fucking good and he pulled Geoff down for a rough, needy kiss.

Geoff pressed his tongue into the boy’s mouth in response, stroking him through it as he felt Michael’s cum sticky and warm on his knuckles. His whole body was overheating and Michael’s quivering body and moans had him coming in his boxers right then. His hips stuttered and he made a broken off groan into Michael’s mouth, body shaking with each pulse as he rubbed harder and kissed harder.

Michael moaned into Geoff's mouth, fingers tangled in the man's hair. "F-Fuck... D-Did you just?" He smiled giddily and scratched his nails down Geoff's arms, pulling Geoff's T-shirt off and tracing the tattoos along the man's arms. "Mm... Fuck... Let's go back to sleep." He giggled and pulled Geoff down on top of him, pushing the man's boxers down with his feet.

“Jesus christ…” Geoff growled and rubbed his scruffy cheek against Michael’s soft chest, a little embarrassed. “Not my fuckin’ fault, half surprised I didn’t cum in my sleep with you laying on me like that.” He smirked and bit at Michael’s ribs before laying back beside him for lazy kissing, he wanted to sleep too but didn’t want to stop touching the boy. He hadn’t felt this fucking amazing in ages.

Michael curled close to Geoff and hooked his leg over the man's hip. "We can sleep in. We don't have to work today. It's Saturday." Michael chuckled and pulled the blankets up over them. "I-I can't believe we just did that..." He was a little embarrassed and afraid things be weird between them now. Michael didn't want that.

“Shit! Today’s the 14th? Burnie’s party is today, I thought it was Thursday last night.” Geoff grumbled as he moved off Michael. “Sorry we got a little carried away there… I don’t usually take things so fast.” He sheepishly smiled and kissed Michael’s cheek. “I really liked that though. I need to change my fucking boxers, n’ clean you up too.”

Michael chewed the inside of his lip and smiled softly. "I-It's okay..." He replied, a little embarrassed about everything, he just hoped Geoff didn't regret it. Michael laid back and smiled to himself. "I really liked that too..." He mumbled and pulled Geoff close for a kiss. "You're not embarrassed? And we're gonna go to Burnie's together?"

“I should be embarrassed,” Geoff snorted and shook his head. “You’re too beautiful like this… there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He nudged his nose against Michael’s jaw, glancing down his naked body. “Sorry, can’t really help it.” He licked his lips and got off Michael before he wanted to stay on him too much. Geoff rolled off the bed, uncomfortable in his boxers. “Can I borrow some?”

The man sifted through Michael’s drawers, finding a pair that would fit him and quickly changing into them. He brought Michael a small towel before he could get out of bed, and wiped his chest with it gently.

Michael blushed and looked up at Geoff and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you." He murmured and pulled him down for a kiss. "So, when is Burnie's party?" He asked as he stretched with a small groan. Michael liked Geoff so much, he wanted to sleep on him all day. "Mmm... Daddy. I'm hungry..." He giggled.

Geoff grinned and pulled Michael’s boxers up, holding onto his hips as he hoisted him up on his lap. “Party’s tonight, I’ll make you some breakfast. Y’can relax.” He smirked and let go of Michael, flopping him back down on the bed playfully. When he walked out to the kitchen where he’d left his jacket and phone, he noticed a low charge on his phone and 10 concerned texts from Gavin. Fuck, he’d forgotten to tell the kid he wouldn’t be home.

He typed out an apology quick with his thumbs. “Fuck, sorry Gav I didn’t have my phone with me. I’m at Michael’s place, I’m fine. Not kidnapped, I’ll be home before Burnie’s thing tonight. Try to make yourself some breakfast without burning the apartment down.”

Michael laid out on the bed and sighed happily. He wished he could've done more with Geoff, could've jerked him off, or sucked him off. Maybe later he'd do a little more for him once he was drunk at Burnie's. Maybe he'd give him a lapdance, a blowjob. Fuck, he was getting turned on thinking about doing anything with Geoff. Michael got up and pulled a new pair of boxers on and walked out into the kitchen. "Do you have to charge your phone?"

“Yeah,” Geoff replied with a lopsided smile. “Gavin’s a bit pissed, he thinks all Texan streets at night in America are a deathwish and that I got killed. Not completely mistaken. Sit down, I’ll make you some pancakes.” He kissed Michael’s temple and squeezed his hip.

Michael blushed and took Geoff's phone, plugging it in and unlocking it to play a game. "Pancakes sound good. Chocolate chip?!" He smiled brightly as he tapped away on the phone.

“No other way.” Geoff made him breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries. He couldn’t believe how little food Michael had before Geoff had gotten groceries. He wasn’t used to having an abundance of things around him. “Burnie’s starts at 8 tonight, I can pick you up beforehand. I should probably make sure Gavin hasn’t wrecked my place in the meantime.”

Michael looked at Geoff as he shoved a huge piece of the pancake into his mouth, syrup dripping down his chin. “B-But!” He choked around the heavy pastry and chewed quickly and swallowed it down. It hurt and Michael cringed as he gripped the fork harder. “Uh… D-Don’t leave yet. D-Do you have to? What do I wear? U-Um… I’m new to this kinda thing. I’m more used to the leave right after, no talking and then I won’t see you again scene…” Michael mumbled embarrassed.

Geoff put down his wallet, not having even realized what he’d implicated. He didn’t want to leave Michael right after having done this with him, he didn’t want to seem like another guy who got what he wanted. Geoff wanted all of Michael. “Gavin’s a big boy,” he reasoned. “He can take care of himself. I don’t want to leave yet. C’mere…”

Geoff stepped closer to Michael and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, making him freeze up from eating for a moment. “Can I stay? You can wear anything you want, they don’t care.”

Michael looked down at his food and wiped the syrup off his chin. "I-If you wanna stay." He murmured and cut another piece of his pancakes and shoved it in his mouth. "If you wanna leave you can. I'm not gonna stop you, just do I wear like casual clothes?" Michael asked as he leaned back against Geoff chest, just happy to feel his skin on his own.

“Yeah, I’m gonna wear some jeans. Burnie I’m sure will be making people change into ridiculous clothes. He always makes some boy wear the Valentine’s day miniskirt.” He rolled his eyes and kissed the back of Michael’s neck. “He’ll probably try to put it on you since it’s your first party. I gotta get ready myself.”

Michael nodded and sighed happily. “Okay. I-I’ll wear jeans and whatever… And Burnie’s gonna make me wear a miniskirt?” He asked as he tipped his head back and placed a sticky kiss to Geoff’s scruffy cheek. “I-It’s just a miniskirt, right? That’s it?”

Geoff smirked and kissed at Michael's sugary lips. "I can't predict everything Burnie comes up with. He's fucking crazy." The man cleaned up the kitchen while Michael finished eating. "Can't believe it's fucking Valentine's day," he mumbled again to himself, washing his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a Valentine, or bothered to have one.

Michael pushed away his empty dirty plate and yawned as he stretched. "I'm not gonna wear it!" He smiled and stood walking over to the man and swaying against him slightly. "Daddy... I guess you'll be leaving now right? So you'll pick me up later?" Michael’s voice was soft. He didn't want Geoff to leave.

“I’ll pick you up soon, promise. I’ll be back by the time you’re ready to go…” He leaned up close to Michael, just taking a second to watch his eyelashes and irises. “Be my Valentine,” he said. “Will you?”

Michael nodded and licked his lips. “I will be your Valentine, daddy.” He replied shyly before kissing Geoff’s lips. “I-I can’t wait to see you again tonight.” He gently scratched his nails down Geoff’s back.

Geoff shivered a little and touched Michael’s lower back. “I can’t wait either.” He hardly ever got this forward, though he wasn’t sure if that was just because he hadn’t been attracted to someone like Michael already. It made him ache. “Text me when you’re ready.” He pulled away reluctantly to go find his clothes and get dressed.

Michael nodded and watched Geoff from the kitchen. He didn't want Geoff to leave but he knew he had to. Michael knew he'd see him tonight anyway. He smiled as he watched Geoff and sat on the counter. "Thank you for dinner and breakfast."

Geoff grinned and ran back to Michael, half tackling him onto the couch when he was dressed. “No problem, baby boy.” He pushed his lips against Michael’s, kissing him again and touching his cheeks. “I’ll pick you up soon, okay?” His cell phone started ringing with Gavin’s number, signalling him to go. He kissed Michael again and got off the couch to drive home.

Michael bit his bottom lip and giggled, a dark blush staining his cheeks. He laid back on the couch, feeling giddy. “T-Text me when you’re ready!” He smiled wider and pulled a knitted blanket over himself and turned the TV on, waiting for later so then he could get ready to meet Geoff for the party.

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Geoff returned home to an angry, concerned Gavin. “See? Home, in the flesh. No Jack the Rippings.” He patted the short boy’s head and took off his jacket. “I’m sorry, I crashed at Michael’s place last night.”

Gavin huffed and crossed his arms. "You're a fucking asshole! I was so worried about you!" He wrapped his arms around Geoff and pressed his face against his chest. "What did you do at Michael's?" He asked.

“Ah,” Geoff didn’t know what to say, whether or not he should even bother to hide it. He felt fucking embarrassed to talk about it though. “We hung out after work. Watched some movies… Had to cook him dinner like I always have to for you.” He smiled and ruffled Gavin’s hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, ready for Burnie’s dumbass thing tonight?”

Gavin smiled and pressed his face against Geoff's chest harder, giggling. "It's okay... And yeah I'm ready. Do you think I'm gonna have to wear the Valentine outfit again?" Gavin asked. "I'm hoping Michael has to." He chuckled and pulled away. "Did you finally fuck Michael?" Gavin asked suddenly as he poked Geoff in chest.

Geoff was caught off guard. “Uh, what? Jesus, no. Fuck off.” He shook his head and laughed airily, pulling away from the boy. “Shut up. You fucking enjoyed that outfit. Burnie had you prancing around drunk all night.” Geoff wanted to get smashed tonight like he did on every holiday but his thoughts kept creeping back to Michael, that was what he wanted. The alcohol just melted away his invisible nerves.

Gavin chuckled and pushed Geoff. "Fuck off you prick! I was drunk! At least I had fun! I heard Burnie's added more to the outfit this year, I'm kinda excited to see Michael in the outfit." He smiled brightly and fell back on the couch. "So, you do anything with Michael? Blow 'em? Maybe jerked his knob?"

Geoff threw his jacket at Gavin’s face to try and shut him up. “Don’t make me get you! You’re a little fuck. Not your business,” he huffed and walked into the kitchen to pregame some beer. “Were you able to get something to eat while I was out?”

Gavin followed behind Geoff and poked at his back. "Don't drink too much! You have to drive!" He laughed and hugged him tightly. "I haven't eaten anything. And if it's none of my business, you guys obviously fucked!" Gavin giggled and jumped up on the counter. "I'm already tired."

Geoff grumbled to himself and gave Gavin the other half of the beer. “Time to wake up then, I’ll get you some food then we can get ready to go to Burnie’s.” He combed his fingers through his hair and meandered around the kitchen to feed Gavin. He made the boy clean up the kitchen afterward though.

He took a quick shower, found some clean clothes, tried to look decent in a pair of jeans and a black buttondown.

Gavin cleaned the kitchen before taking the next shower. He dried himself off and changed into clean boxers, some obscenely tight blue jeans and T-shirt. He pulled his leather jacket on and stretched. "Sexy enough?" Gavin asked slyly.

Geoff rolled his eyes. “You want me to call you sexy? Yes, of course. We’re gonna be late… Do I look gay in this outfit?” He set up the question before knowing Gavin would just fuck with him. “Do I look dumb?”

Gavin chuckled and walked up to Geoff. "You always look gay. Dumb though, not really. I think you look good. Maybe you'll get some action tonight." He chuckled and pulled at Geoff. "C'mon, let's go pick up Michael so we can go get drunk!"

Geoff huffed out a laugh and grabbed his keys. “Alright, dumbass. Don’t go too crazy like last time. I think you tried to suck Burnie’s dick.” Must be why Burnie always insisted it be at his house. Geoff snorted and walked outside the apartment with Gavin, sending a quick text to Michael. ‘Ready? We’re gonna stop by.’

Gavin got in the front seat and smiled brightly. “I’m not a whore!” He hissed and pushed at Geoff’s arm. “C’mon, let’s go pick up your date and get this party started!” Gavin was already half buzzed from the liquor he had drank while waiting for Geoff to get home.

Michael looked down at his phone as he stood in front of his mirror, making sure his shirt fit right, and his jeans weren’t too tight. He didn’t know why he was so hung up over how he looked, he was just glad that Geoff was his valentine this year.

He snapped out of his daze when he heard the buzzer to his apartment sound and he went to unlock it. Geoff and Gavin were upstairs a minute later, though Geoff immediately got distracted when Michael let them into his apartment. He was wearing dark shoes, tight dark pants, Geoff stumbled over his own thoughts before he put a small rose in Michael’s shirt pocket. “Michael… uh, hey. Happy Valentine’s day.”

Michael smiled as he looked over Geoff. "You look perfect..." He said softly. "C'mon! Let's go. I don't need you breaking anything!" He chuckled at Gavin and hugged him. "You looking to get laid tonight? Who's gonna top you? Ryan, Burnie or Ray?" Michael laughed and kissed Gavin's cheek.

Gavin pouted and pushed Michael away. “Shut up, you prick! I hope Burnie makes you cupid for the whole night, we’re gonna be late to the party.”

Geoff put his arm around Michael’s waist, wanting to be a little closer to him for some reason. Of course Gavin noticed.

“You two are sodding idiots, Burnie is gonna have a ball with you tonight.”

Geoff just flipped the boy off and pulled Michael forward, the three of them walked to his car. “It’s Burnie’s fucking favorite holiday, that’s for sure.”

By the time they got to Burnie’s house, the music was audible from outside. “I can’t believe his fucking neighbors allow this! Such shitty music taste too.” Geoff laughed and killed the ignition. “Looks like the party’s already started.”

Michael smiled softly and licked his lips. "That's great though. I can't wait!" Michael giggled and got out of the car. "C'mon!"

Gavin got out of the car and ran up to the door, disappearing in a flash.

Michael got out of the car and walked up to Geoff. "Hey, um... Thanks." Michael giggled and kissed Geoff softly, tongue sliding over Geoff's lips.

Geoff pushed his lips back, surprised at the gesture. He smiled a little and squeezed Michael’s hips. “Let’s go. Valentine.” He teased and pulled the boy towards the house. Burnie had pushed Gavin and Barbara into dancing, he already looked wasted. “Burnie! Cupid’s arrived.” He nudged Michael forward with a smirk.

Burnie grinned and pulled Michael heftily by the arm. “Come with me! I have something for you.” He chuckled as they walked down to his room. Burnie pulled out a red bag and handed it to Michael. “Change into this. You have to wear it all night!”

Michael glanced in the bag and promptly shook his head. “N-No fucking way!” He hissed and tossed it back at Burnie. “I’m not fucking wearing that!”

Burnie just pushed the bag back at Michael. “Change into this now! Everyone’s worn it, or a version of it, even Geoff. Now put it on!”

The outfit was pink and black, it felt like silk and lace when Michael reached in with his hand. “I can’t fucking wear this in front of everyone!” Burnie wasn’t going to let him leave the bedroom without taking off his clothes.

“I like this year’s Cupid. Red lace harness, black thong. Frilly little black skirt and knee highs. Go on, go on! Don’t be shy.” He grinned wider, helping Michael strip. His whole face was a bright red.

Michael got nervous and shook his head. "I'm not going! I can't, not in front of everyone!" He hissed as Burnie pushed Michael out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"Everyone, I present this years Cupid!" Burnie shoved Michael into the living room and smirked.

Michaels face was beet red, and his was trembling slightly. He wouldn't even look anywhere else but the floor. God he was so embarrassed.

Gavin’s bellowing, “Ooooh!” rang before he heard anyone else. The boy keeled over laughing and jumped on Michael’s back. “Fly me around, slutty Cupid!” Gus rolled his eyes while the rest of them cheered drunkenly and laughed. When Michael looked over at Geoff in the side of the room, Geoff just had his eyes glued on his figure.

“Someone get Cupid some shots and turn up the fucking music!” Burnie yelled and smacked Michael’s ass, pushing two obnoxiously full shot glasses into his hands. A few of the people around them started chanting to drink, drink, drink.

Michael's face was so red and so hot he could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He eagerly downed the shots and bit his bottom lip once they were both empty.

Burnie quickly placed two more shots in Michael's hands and he downed those too. Michael was feeling a little looser as he walked into the living room. "I don't like this outfit..." Michael mumbled, "And I hate you and Gavin!"

Gavin’s cheeks were red from drinking too as he grabbed Michael’s hands. “Come n’ dance with me!” His voice was slurred. “Customary for the last Cupid to grind with the newest!” He giggled and slung himself around Michael, yanking him to the middle of people dancing and drinking.

Geoff stood off to the side, getting antsy as he gazed over Michael’s legs, his messed up hair and face red from the shots. He tried to keep his thoughts under control as he drank a single beer, feeling more tense the longer Michael was out there.

Michael pulled Gavin closer and ground against Gavin to the sound of music, feeling drunk and unkempt. Michael was actually enjoying this, he just wished he was grinding against Geoff not Gavin who was actually getting a hardon. "You're getting hard Gav, I think it's time to relax." He chuckled and pulled away to get some more shots.

Gavin broke up giggling. “Oh, oops. Maybe I should drink a little more too…” He trailed after Burnie, pressing up behind him with a too-close hug. “Burnie! Come dance,” he drawled and plead.

Geoff met Michael at the bar, who was getting whistled and prodded at by all their friends. “Enough, enough! Assholes.” Geoff laughed airily and stood behind Michael, getting him some shots from Caleb who was dishing out the glasses and liquor. “You sure you haven’t had too many of these already?” he asked meekly.

Michael turned to look at Geoff as he downed a shot and set the glass down. "No?" He slurred slightly and wrapped his arms around Geoff's waist and pulled him close. "I-I'm sorry, daddy, am I making you upset?" He asked softly, pressing his face against Geoff's chest and kissing along his sternum. "Don't be mad at me."

“Ooo, damn, Geoff!”

Geoff’s eyes widened a bit as he put his arm around Michael’s back. “M-Michael, maybe we should…” He supported Michael’s weight, pulling him back into the crowd of dancing people and away from mocking eyes. Michael kept trying to kiss and breathe hot on his neck, it was making him bothered. The feel of Michael’s skimpy, silky outfit under his clenched fingers didn’t help. “Shit.” He swayed, danced with Michael though he felt himself getting hotter. “You look so fucking pretty, Michael…”

Michael smiled up at Geoff. "Thank you. I kinda like how freeing it feels. It's nice." He slurred as he spun around to grind his ass against Geoff. "Mmm... You're hard." He chuckled and wrapped his arms around Geoff's neck. "You're beautiful too daddy..." HIs fingers tangled in the man's hair.

“I was fucking hard from when you first stepped out here in this…” He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off Michael. The music turned faster, Geoff could feel Michael’s ass under that ridiculous thong. “B-Burnie made the fucking outfit so much worse this year.” Geoff groaned, a little glad the music covered him, and he yanked Michael’s hips closer, rubbing the hard outline of his cock against Michael’s ass.

Michael gasped and ground back against Geoff harder. "G-God... You feel so big and thick..." He moaned and tugged roughly on Geoff's hair. "I-I'm so hard... God, I want you..." Michael panted against the side of Geoff's face, placing wet kisses all over his jaw.

Geoff’s gut clenched and he dug his nails into Michael’s fair skin, hissing out his breath as the boy moved against him. People were starting to stare and Geoff ran his palms along the inside of Michael’s thighs, feeling how hard and obvious he was against that tiny thong. “M-Motherfucking… Michael.” He yanked the boy out of the crowd, anchoring his dazed body into the closet in Burnie’s bedroom. Geoff had Michael slammed up against the closet flimsy door the second it was closed, he was sure Burnie probably saw them storm into his bedroom.

Michael shook his head slightly and tried to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. “Ge-Geoff…” He moaned and wrapped his arms around Geoff’s neck. “U-Uh… Fuck daddy.” Michael licked his lips and then pushed his mouth against Geoff’s, he needed so much more. He’d gladly give all of himself away for Geoff. He wanted him so bad, he’d never felt so happy with another person ever. “Daddy…”

Geoff ripped Michael’s lace skirt, not caring if Burnie would be pissed about that, he just needed to touch more of Michael. It was driving him mad. Michael’s cock was leaking against the front of the silk thong, Geoff eagerly started rubbing him and grinding against the boy’s thigh. “O-Oh fuck, fuck… Michael.” He didn’t want to take advantage of the boy’s drunken stupor. “Are you sure? Just let me…” His breath came out harsh and he dropped to his knees, biting at the waistband of the thong and pulling it down with his nails.

Michael moaned loudly and winded his fingers into Geoff's hair. "Oh god... A-Are you sure?" He asked in return as he pulled on Geoff's hair and licked his lips. "Daddy... I-I want you!" Michael was shaking and he ran his fingers through Geoff's hair more needfully.

Geoff nodded, breathing deep against Michael’s warm thigh and gripping his shaft gently. “Wanna make you feel good. God, I wanna hear your moan again.” Geoff had never been so crazy after someone like this, he wrapped his lips around the head of Michael’s cock and started sucking, wet and hot.

Michael tipped his head and back and moaned in a tight voice. "A-Ah... Geoff!" He gripped Geoff's hair harder. "Oh god... Da-Daddy..." He trembled as his cock twitched. He had never been with someone who wanted to make him feel good, it was different, weird but Michael was too drunk to care beyond how good it felt.

Geoff moved his hand out of the way, going down on him in lulling motions as he started to rub his tongue against the underside of the boy’s cock. He could feel Michael’s cock jerk with each movement, and the boy’s weight quivered against the door. Geoff closed his eyes and kept moving with a soft groan.

Michael gasped loudly and gripped Geoff's hair tight, bucking his hips slightly. "A-Ah! Oh fuck! Geoff...!" He cried out as his thighs trembled, he'd never felt so fucking good before.

Geoff didn’t even stop when Burnie banged on the closet door. “What the fuck are you guys doing in my room?” Geoff didn’t seem distracted by it at all, a few other people outside the room were howling at them but the man just moved faster.

Michael moaned loudly and arched his back. "Oh God..." He wasn't listening to anything, he was too into what Geoff was doing with his tongue. "Da-Daddy..." He bucked his hips and pushed the man’s head down further. "Your tongue, s-so good..."

“Geoff, Michael!”

Geoff groaned softly when he felt Michael’s pulse kick up on his tongue, he throbbed and Geoff swallowed his precum. He pressed his fingers between Michael’s legs, just rubbing him and ignoring everything else.

Michael tried hard to stay still, his legs were weak and he just needed more. He moaned in a high pitched voice as his head hit the back of the door. "Fuck… Geoff! Cl-Close…" He gasped brokenly and pulled Geoff's hair.

Geoff palmed over himself and looked up at Michael, the look on his face just made him want to do so much more. He gripped the base of Michael’s curved hard cock, jerking him off with each bob of his head. “M-Mh…” He rolled his tongue and squeezed his hand.

Michael cried out as he trembled against the door, his cock throbbing on Geoff's tongue. He cried out Geoff's name as he came, rocking his hips against the man’s lips. "O-Oh fuck! Da-Daddy..." Michael said as his body grew limp and he slumped against the door.

“I can’t believe he could even cum that drunk!” Burnie yelled in a bitter voice as he stomped out of the room.

Geoff just swallowed and scratched his nails down Michael’s abdomen and thighs, pulling off just as the boy fell onto his lap panting. “F-Fuck, Michael… well. I think they know about us.” He snorted and went back to kissing Michael’s neck, biting gently, the boy’s body was like dead weight on top of him. “Michael… Michael. I should take you home…”

Michael moaned softly and pressed his palm against Geoff's cock. "No... Wanna get you off too... You're so hard." He mumbled as he moved so he could undo the man's pants and pulled the man's cock out of his jeans. "Gonna make you feel so good..." He said softly as he licked up the underside of Geoff's cock. Michael couldn't believe how thick and big Geoff's cock was. He almost just wanted to sit in him and ride him until he was begging to cum.

Geoff’s gut clenched and he leaned against the wall of the closet, too distracted by Michael’s tongue to get off the floor. “M-Michael, you’re drunk, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t decide for yourself…” He let out a shaky breath, pulling Michael’s hair a little.

Michael sucked on the head of Geoff's cock, nails scratching down the man’s thighs. He wanted to do this more than anything, wanted to taste his cum and make him feel as good as Geoff made him feel. He went down along Geoff's thick cock, tongue teasing over the thick vein along the underside.

The back of Geoff’s head hit the wall and he tried to stay quiet knowing the rest of the house could hear them. “M-Michael.” He panted brokenly and let out a groan, his cock aching to be further down Michael’s throat, to be in Michael. He wanted it so badly that his cock leaked at the thought of fucking him, he couldn’t watch Michael give him head without wanting to cum.

Michael took all of Geoff’s cock down his throat as he moved along the man’s cock quickly and smoothly. He loved this so much, the soft noises Geoff was making made his head spin. Michael gripped the man’s thighs and scraped his teeth gently against the underside as his tongue teased against the crown.

“A-Ah!” Geoff sputtered out at the feel of the boy’s teeth, the messy suction of his mouth made his whole body stir with heat. “Michael, j-jesus fucking christ…” He couldn’t help it, he held Michael’s head down, making him gag a little when Geoff started to cum, groaning with each pulse.

Michael swallowed, some dribbling down his chin. He pulled off and licked the small amount that he didn’t get and then went back down on Geoff, cleaning the man and teasing at the tip. Michael pulled off with a rasp and looked at Geoff. “D-Daddy… Taste so good.” He mumbled and kissed the man’s chin.

Geoff panted loudly to catch his breath, his body slumping down against the floor with Michael lying half on top of him. “F-Fuck… I hope you remember this. Michael, g-god, that felt so fucking perfect…” He grabbed the boy and yanked him closer, kissing him with soft, wanting lips. “Shit, you look a lil green. You gonna puke? I need to bring you home.”

Michael looked at Geoff and rubbed his forehead against Geoff’s chest. “I-I think it was too much moving…” Michael mumbled and licked his lips. “I-I wanna go home… Will you stay the night with me?” Michael asked softly as he got up slowly trying to resist the urge to puke.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He took off his shirt and put it on top of Michael’s outfit, getting him straightened out without trying to jostle him too much. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He put on his jacket without bothering for another shirt and he carefully helped the dizzy boy off the floor of Burnie’s closet. After zipping his fly, he braved opening the door, where Burnie had already reappeared.

Burnie stood there with his arms crossed as he looked at the two men. "What the fuck?!"

Michael groaned a little and pressed his face against Geoff's neck. "Geoff... Can I get to a washroom? I think I'm gonna hurl..." He mumbled as he held onto Geoff with shaking hands. "Please?"

Geoff forced out a nervous laugh at Burnie. “Sorry, Burns. You picked out a lovely outfit this year. Uh, the other half of it is on the bottom of your closet somewhere…” He slipped past Burnie holding Michael’s full weight against his torso. “Hold on, Michael, it’s alright.” He nearly carried the boy into Burnie’s bathroom, slamming the door in the other man’s face again. He let Michael slump over the toilet, and just kept petting his hair.

Burnie knocked on the door. "You guys owe me! Just make sure Michael gets home. Poor kid." He grumbled and walked away.

Michael pulled his face out if the toilet and looked at Geoff. "I'm sorry..." He groaned and reached for some toilet paper to wipe his mouth with. "Let's go home?"

Geoff smiled softly and grabbed one of Burnie’s hand towels, running it under the cold faucet before cleaning Michael up and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Yeah, baby boy. I’ll take you back to your apartment, okay?” He pressed a kiss to Michael’s forehead and buttoned up his own shirt on the boy, then he picked the boy up and carried him out to the car.

Michael sat in the passenger seat, half passed out. "You gonna stay the night?" He asked when they finally got to his apartment. "I want you to stay..." He said softly as he stretched out.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t choke and die on your own puke,” Geoff chuckled and got out of the car, opening Michael’s door for him and pulling him out gently. “Easy, beautiful.” He locked the car and carried Michael to the elevator, the boy was near unconscious by the time Geoff laid him out on his own bed. “I’ll get your pajamas, take off that outfit.”

Michael hummed and curled up on the bed. "Thank you so much. I like you a lot, Geoff." He mumbled softly and pulled the man in for a soft kiss. "Daddy..." Michael pushed the corset down and kicked it off before doing the same with the skirt. "Off!"

Geoff smirked and pulled the garments off Michael’s ankles, leaning in to kiss his stomach before helping him into some clean boxers. “You gonna puke again?” He took off his jacket and jeans, watching Michael with a warm gaze before he climbed on top of him in bed.

Michael shook his head and wrapped his arms around Geoff’s neck and kissed him softly. “I’m okay. Just sleep with me. I’m kinda thirsty though…” Michael mumbled and stretched under Geoff. “Daddy… Daddy Geoff… You’ll take care of me right?”

“Course, Michael.” He pecked Michael’s nose with his lips and got up, retrieving a glass of iced water for him. “Drink.” Geoff pulled the blankets over Michael and pressed up behind him, leaving small kisses on the nape of his neck.

Michael drank the water and then set the glass down on the nightstand. He cuddled back against Geoff and held the man’s hand that was resting on his stomach. “Thank you.” He said softly. “T-Tonight was nice. I’m glad I was your Valentine…” Michael said softly before drifting off to sleep.

“You can be my Valentine any day,” Geoff mumbled in reply, his lips kissing between the boy’s shoulder blades. He kept running his fingers through Michael’s soft hair until he fell asleep too.

He would’ve slept later if Michael’s dead asleep weight hadn’t rolled on top of him at 8 in the morning. The boy was drooling on his chest, laying between his legs, smelling like washed down liquor. "Michael..."

Michael moaned softly and opened his eyes a fraction. “Daddy… Good morning.” He mumbled as he stretched out on top of the man. “I had so much fun last night…” He ran his fingers through Geoff’s hair.

“I did too,” Geoff smiled and kissed Michael’s eyelids, seeing the cringe in his face from the sunlight. He reached to the window to pull in the transparent shiny curtain, lessen the sun just a little. “H-How you feeling?” He tried to shift out from under Michael without moving too much, his morningwood against Michael’s abdomen was almost making him dizzy.

Michael rubbed down against his man slightly. “D-Don’t move…” He mumbled and kissed Geoff’s neck. “I won’t ever forget yesterday…” He whispered as his hips rocked down against Geoff’s slowly. “Stay here with me… M-Maybe we can continue what happened last night…”

Geoff let out a shuddering breath as Michael got closer to him. “You remember that?” he asked while his nails ran down to the boy’s hips, hesitant. The boy looked so fucking gorgeous like this, bedhead, red lips, Geoff didn’t want to take advantage of him though.

Michael nodded and kissed Geoff’s scruffy jaw. “I do. Don’t remember much before that though.” He giggled as he moved his hips slowly. “So… Do you wanna?” Michael asked, voice low and a little rough as his cock rubbed against Geoff’s through the thin fabric of their boxers.

Geoff groaned under his breath and rolled Michael onto his back, leaning half over him. “Only fucking you would want to after a party like last night,” he scoffed and nudged his nose against Michael’s jaw, kissing him there warmly. “When was the last time…?” Geoff couldn’t even think of his last time, couldn’t think of much anything besides the way Michael looked in the morning, raunchy and smiling.

Michael chuckled softly and kissed Geoff’s chin. “Not since way before you picked me up off the street.” He giggled and slid his hands down Geoff’s chest, stopping to trace the tattoos on his chest and then let his fingers feather down his arms.

“Uh…” Geoff sighed softly and bit at Michael’s earlobe. He ran his palm down the boy’s abdomen and slid his hand up one of the cuffs of his boxers. “F-Fuck.” It drove him crazy when Michael did that, he couldn’t help but squeeze his fingers around Michael’s length and rub his slit with his thumb. “Do you have anything?”

Michael moaned loudly and arched his back slightly. "A-Ah! Y-Yeah... Bottom drawer." He panted and spread his legs. "I want you daddy… God.” He hissed lowly, "Lay on your back. I wanna suck your dick." He pushed at Geoff's shoulders.

The man let Michael crawl back over him, challenging him as he reached to the nightstand to blindly dig around for a condom and a small bottle of lube. “F-Fuck, do you always grind in your sleep? Feels like I’ve been hard since last night,” Geoff growled as Michael pulled down his boxers and threw them to the floor, he still wasn’t used to being so exposed before someone before.

Michael chuckled softly and shrugged. "I guess you'll have to stay over more often and we'll find out." He smirked and took the top of the man's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and flicking the tip against Geoff's slit. Michael loved this, especially with the noises Geoff made with each movement. They turned him on so much.

Geoff let his head tip back with a groan, this nerves curling as Michael sucked and he fumbled to get the condom out of the wrapper with his teeth. "A-Are you sure?" He was dying for it, he didn't know why being with Michael made him want so much, he just wanted him. "Put it on m-me..." he said in a low, strained voice.

Michael reluctantly pulled off of Geoff and took the condom, rolling it down the man’s thick shaft. “I’m so fucking sure, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…” He mumbled and went back down along Geoff’s cock, taking all of the man into his mouth and easily swallowing him down. Michael couldn’t wait to sit on the man’s cock. Michael pulled off and moved to kick his boxers off and moved to place his ass in Geoff’s face. “Prep me…” He said in a low husky growl. “I-I need it…”

Geoff gasped loudly and pulled Michael upward, making the boy splay out against his chest and straddle him. "Need it, baby boy?" He groaned as he felt his curved hard cock press against the boy's abdomen. His fingers moved down between Michael's legs, rubbing lube underneath his balls in circling motions.

Michael gasped softly and nodded. "Yes, daddy... I-I need you. Please?" He let his tongue slide down to the base of Geoff's cock as the man worked his fingers against his entrance. Michael moaned around him and sucked.

“G-God,” Geoff hissed out his breath and pressed his fingers further up into the boy, curling his fingers and warming the lube inside him. He pulled Michael’s hair back with his other hand, rolling him onto his back in the messy bed and pressing his tongue into the boy’s mouth. “M-Mh,” he heard himself groan, pushing Michael’s legs apart and curling a third finger inside of him. “How do you want it?” he asked against Michael’s lips.

Michael looked up at Geoff and licked his lips, his tongue lightly grazing Geoff's. "Just fuck me. You can fuck me however you want, I-I don't care. Just please, I need you now!" He hissed as he ground down against Geoff's fingers. "Fuck me, daddy... Need your big cock."

Geoff pinned Michael’s wrists against the pillows, smoothing more lube against his hard length and rubbing against Michael’s hot thighs. “Deep breath,” he gasped against the boy’s ear, kissing his earlobe as he pressed the tip of his cock against him. “R-Relax, yeah…” He rocked his hips forward, the initial heat making his whole body curl with nerves. “M-Michael.” He buried his face against the boy’s neck and groaned, holding Michael’s thighs apart as he rocked in deeper.

Michael arched his back as he moaned loudly, his body trembling as he spread his legs further apart. He wrapped his legs around Geoff's waist as he felt the man's thick length stretch him. It felt so fucking good, so heated, Michael couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. "Da-Daddy..." Michael gasped, he hadn't noticed he's been holding his breath.

Geoff’s cock ached at the sound of Michael’s strained voice, he pushed in the rest of the way, moaning under his breath when Michael tensed around him. “T-Tell me if it hurts…” The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, making the boy’s red hair almost look gold when Geoff reached to pull it and bite his neck. “Oh my g-god, you feel so good, Michael.” He pulled out and thrust back in, shifting his hips upward sharply.

Michael moaned loudly and arched his back, his cock giving a throb between their bodies. He felt Geoff’s abs rub against his cock with each thrust and make him whimper. It felt so fucking good to be fucked by someone who actually liked you, looked at you like he cared. Michael hadn't been fucked like this in a long time, it was making his head spin.

He heard Geoff’s panting turn into groaning, he felt Geoff’s soft lips on his own, on his cheeks and jaw. Geoff was everywhere, pinning him down, rubbing against him, thrusting, clawing. His eyes were half closed but he kept a warm gaze just on Michael, wanting to remember his face when it contorted into moans. He couldn’t forget how Michael looked and felt under him, arched and tight. “F-Fuck.” He placed his palms on Michael’s hips, pinning him by the waist as he started to thrust in faster and angle his motions. Michael felt so good it nearly made his eyes roll back.

Michael moaned loudly as Geoff fucked him, harder and rougher, he was losing his mind. He let out a high pitched gasp when Geoff shifted against his nerves, causing the boy to let out a long string of curses. "F-Fuck... There... God I'm close..." Michael pleaded the longer Geoff fucked him at that angle, he let out a strained, shuddering moan as he came between their bodies. His back arched up and his nails dug claw marks into Geoff's back.

Geoff cried out, his hips buckling as he watched Michael’s face when he came, he was coming a second later just from the sight. “M-Michael!” Geoff’s fingers scratched wound into Michael’s hair, pulling his head back so he could bite on his neck as he rode out his orgasm with exasperated groans. “O-Oh fuck…! Fuck.”

Michael scratched his nails down Geoff's back and gripped the man's ass, keeping him there and quivering. "O-Oh God Geoff... That was amazing." He moaned tightly and ground down onto Geoff, leaning to push his tongue into his mouth with a gasp. "I love you..."

Geoff panted to catch his breath, his lips pressing over the boy’s sweat dewed face. He didn’t even know if he heard the words right, his nerves were still vibrating. “M-Michael…” He cupped the boy’s face, staying in him and kissing him gently. “I love you too,” he whispered and looked into Michael’s eyes, pushing his wavy hair out of the way and smiling widely.

Michael smiled dumbly at Geoff and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Do you?" He asked softly and kissed Geoff harder. He was still strung out, still feeling his stomach curl. "Mmm... This feels so perfect, you're perfect..." He added softer and stretched, still holding Geoff close as he ran his fingers through the man’s sweaty hair.

Geoff licked gently at Michael’s lips, only pulling out when the boy was too sensitive. “I really motherfucking do…” He grinned and hid his face against Michael’s neck, licking at the bitemarks there. “It feels like my life’s flipped upside down since I first saw you on the damned street. Michael…” He rolled onto his back and pulled the boy against his chest, fitting him perfectly against his tattooed collarbone.

Michael sighed happily and traced Geoff's tattoos over his arm and smiled. "You saved me, Geoff..." He replied softly and closed his eyes. "I love you. Everything feels like it was meant to be with you..." He said as he stretched and curled closer.