Fandom : Achievement Hunter / Rooster Teeth
Pairing : Mavin
Rating : R [ Cursing, Sex, Dicks, Piercings, Bottom!Michael, Top!Gavin ]
Summary : In which Michael is blunt, but still blind sighted by the end result of a bet Gavin had no intention of ever telling anyone. Not that he regrets letting it slip, just this once.
Word Count : > 10000, probably closer to 11000 (jeeze)
Note : Hey anyone remember flutterragequit’s post about dick piercings? Well I finally got tags to work and got off my lazy ass and fixed it up. Is it to late to join in celebrating Mavin Monday? Is that still a thing?
http://flutterragequit.tumblr.com/ plays Gavin. Go look at her and be amazed.
Michael slammed the door to the Rage Quit office behind him, stomping out of the room and into the kitchen, rummaging though the kitchen like a bear. Kerry scuttled out of the small space, followed quickly by Miles and more hesitantly by Joe, who meowed at him and then dashed off. Michael grabbed his lunch, suplexed it onto the table, and yanked out the chair to sit on, plopping down right next to the last person in the room. He looked up, glaring at the shared space, settling on whom he was sharing it with, and all at once seemed to deflate. “Hey Gavin.” He greeted, tired and drained, rubbing his eyes.
"Hi Micool," Gavin returned, giving the other man a smile. It wavered when he noticed how exhausted his friend looked, and so he commented on it as he sat his sub back on the wax paper it’d been wrapped in. "Aulrite, lad? You look tired."
“You seriously didn’t just hear me screaming in there?” He asked, a sarcastic bite to his voice. It waned quickly. “Five hours. Five fucking hours of that game. I’m going to die of an aneurism I swear to God.” Michael tore into his lunch bag and grumbled quietly, tearing the plastic baggie his sandwich was stuck in.
"What game was it?" Gavin asked. "Sorry, I just got back from Subway so I must’ve missed it. There was a long line. I got you a cookie though." Gavin poked through the small bag containing the two cookies he’d gotten, handing one of them over to Michael. "Sorry it’s not aspirin."
“Sonic some shit I don’t know.” He groaned again, carefully taking the cookie from Gavin’s fingers. The residual rage pinched his shoulders and off came his glasses, back to rubbing his eyes. “It’s so broken. It’s so fucking broken I don’t even know how it was released.” Michael drew a breath and forced himself to calm down now that he was no longer caged. “Cookie’s good.” He mumbled finally, nibbling the end of it while his other hand went for the sandwich. “Thanks Gavvers.”
"Anytime. You’re my boy, Micool." Gavin smiled at him, pleased his offering seemed to help Michael relax a little. He returned to his sub sandwich, the two eating in silence for a while before Gavin had a thought and asked Michael. "Weird question… have you ever heard this one? Studies show that having an orgasm helps relieve headaches. All your endorphins get released and you relax more and that helps with the tension. I thought it was interesting."
Michael snorted, a smile peeking out past the crust of his sandwich. “Is that an invitation, Dr. Free?” He asked, eyeing Gavin on his side of the table. “Or are you just pulling things out of your ass again?”
"Michael, I can barely swallow a pill. I’m just throwing out some alternatives to help you out, mate. Take it as you want." Gavin shrugged, taking a bit out of his own sandwich, following it with a sip of his soda.
“You’re full of shit.” Michael told him, kicking him under the table. His smile grew wider when Gavin squawked at him for it. “You’ve got two hands. Eh, fuck it. I’ll ask Ray to do it. He jacks himself off enough. Probably has practice.”
"Wait, you’re not seriously considering it are you?" Gavin asked as he raised an eyebrow at Michael. At the smirk he received, his eyes went wide and his face heat up a bit. "Micool! Not at the office!"
Whatever bad mood Michael had before, it was gone now, replaced by the happy little thrill of making Gavin Free turn bright red. “What are you so red about? You brought the fucking thing up! Besides, I know you want the D.” The sputtering male finally made Michael laugh, covering it up with his half eaten cookie.
"I was joking! Well, not about it relieving headaches. That actually works… no wait I mean… oh sod off!" Gavin took another bite out of his sandwich and looked away, rubbing at his face, as if that would remove the heat from his cheeks.
Michael laughed at him some more, overjoyed at his flustering of the Brit. He let him finish his sandwich in peace, doing the same to his food. However, when Gavin rose to leave, Michael stopped him. He wasn’t subtle about it either – he stood up and got real close, nuzzling his nose under Gavin’s neck and wrapping his arms around his waist. “I wanna test your theory, Doc.” He cooed. “Come over after work? I’ll even for over cab faire if you can’t bear to spend the night with me.”
Gavin seemed skeptical, raising a brow at Michael. “This isn’t some sort of prank is it? I’m not being recorded right now?”
“It wasn’t the last time I offered either.” Michael added curtly, pushing off Gavin to give him some space. “Think on it. I’ll get the hint if you leave for home with Geoff. Cab faire totally depends on if you’re theory is right though Otherwise your ass is walking.” Michael pointed at him to make sure it stuck, and returned to his mess, packing it all up in the brown paper bag to toss away.
Gavin watched him going, chewing on his lip, as if debating. By the time the end of the day rolled around, Gavin was waiting by Michael’s car. He rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting on the older man to come over and unlock the door so he could get in.
Michael wandered put of the building like he had all the time in the world, his smirk more evident as he got closer. Gavin, being up against the door, was blocking it, so Michael did the only logical thing and pressed Gavin against the car while he searched for his keys. “You know, you could have waited inside.” He murmured, clicking the car open and then opening the car up for Gavin to slide into. Michael left that side and rounded to the drivers side, plopping in. “So am I gonna have to feed you too or what?”
"You’re really going to worry about that right now?" Gavin asked as he fiddled with the radio and the air vents on his side of the car. "I’m not particularly hungry right now. So I guess we’ll see."
“Christ you’re on edge.” Michael commented. He started the car, but didn’t move it yet. “Look, I don’t want you to have second thoughts and flip out or something. If I gotta get you drunk first or something then fine. But don’t puss out on me again, okay?” Michael screwed up his face and took a breath, then threw his arm around the back of Gavin’s headrest, backing out of the lot. It happened, sure. And Michael had thought it worked out well the last time, right up until pants were trying to come off. Then it was all sorts of breaks and a complementary sloppy-drunk handjob. The kissing was fine and the pawing upstairs was great. It just kind of fucking sucked when Gavin didn’t want him touching his junk. Reciprocation and all that. He was a fucking gentleman.
"I won’t I promise. I just… don’t want you to… ah, never mind." Gavin chewed his lower lip a bit and sat up a bit straighter, leaning against the seat comfortably. "I just… it’s been a while…"
Michael eyed him from the drivers seat, but he didn’t say anything. He focused on the road and only sighed once when Gavin fiddled with the radio station and put on some stupid pop song. Before too long they were at Michael’s apartment complex, parking the car then scaling the stairs to his flat. Michael let Gavin in first and get comfortable, following behind. He flipped the locks and tried not to be too loud about it in case Gavin got creeped out or something. “This gonna take some doing or-?” Michael asked, toeing off his shoes at the door. “Because we could dick around in the not sexy way first if you need a warm up. Otherwise the bedroom’s over there.”
"Eager aren’t we?" Gavin said with a roll of his eyes. He smiled at Michael anyway and pulled off his hoodie, tossing it on the couch and kicking off his shoes as well. "Not even a bit of foreplay? Bit of snogging to get me going?"
“I was gonna do that in there. But out here is just fine by me too.” Michael strode up behind Gavin and grabbed his waist, turning him around and planting a deep, lingering kiss to his lips. He let go of Gavin’s waist to wind his hands around the other man’s neck, threading his fingers in the messy hair.
"That’s more like it," Gavin murmured against the other man’s mouth with a smile. It was followed with another firm kiss, with Gavin licking at Michael’s lips, gaining permission to slip inside his mouth and explore.
Which Michael happily granted. This was more like it. Gavin was good at this part, if not a bit bitey when things got a little heated. No sharp teeth yet, which meant he was free to count them as he pleased, tasting the cola Gavin had before he left work still on his tongue. Michael groaned into him, letting Gavin’s hands go wherever they wanted, silently wishing them just a little lower while he messed with the short hairs on Gavin’s neck.
Gavin was careful as he turned them around and walked Michael backwards into the bedroom, trying his best not to break the kiss. He made it to the bedroom door, which was shut, and pressed Michael up against it as his hands took hold of the other’s hips and rocked them slightly.
Michael was very appreciative of that, moaning his agreement with being move and Gavin’s little bit of forcefulness. He tugged at the back of Gavin’s head, smiling and chuckling, muttering a few curses against Gavin’s mouth before swallowing them back up again. He spread his legs when Gavin did it again, totally okay with being a whore for the time being. Whatever got Gavin to open up and actually get him to do something. “Are we gonna go in or do you have more ideas for my living room?” Michael asked, a little breathless when they broke for air, chasing Gavin’s lips to talk against them anyway.
"This knob is being fussy with me," Gavin admittedly as he jingled the bedroom’s doorknob a little louder than he had before. But he managed to finally get it open. They ended up stumbling less than gracefully into the dark room, Gavin taking to nibbling along Michael’s ear. "Erm…which way to the bed, luv?"
“Which knob?” Michael asked, distracted by the lips on his ear, a heavy groan pulling from his throat. “Right. Bed. Uh…” Michael opened his eyes and parted from the other man, taking his wrist and belt loop and backing into the dark room. His knees hit the bed and he fell back onto the mattress, pulling Gavin carefully on with him. “Found the bed.” He told Gavin, hands on his hips, sliding up underneath his shirt.
"So I see." Gavin chuckled a little as he moved to place his hands in the bedspread on either side of Michael’s head, holding himself up so he wasn’t crushing Michael with all his weight. He carefully climbed up the rest of the way onto the bed, sliding one leg between Michael’s.
Michael backed them up a bit, guiding them so they could lie down comfortably on the bed and not risk falling off. Once settled, he lied down completely and brought Gavin down with him, meager attempts not to smother him be damned. He kept the knee between his, squeezing his legs around it, then spreading them apart. “Lie down, I can take your weight Dickie Bitch.” Michael told him, nipping at his scruffy chin.
"You’re so fussy today," Gavin commented as he tilted his head and dipped down, taking Michael’s earlobe between his teeth. "Relax, Micool," he purred into his ear, then returned to his teasing of it.
“Mmngh fuck.” Michael groaned, arching up off the bed. He kept his head still, tilted slightly to the side so Gavin could play. It probably wasn’t a surprise that this was a serious weak point for him, and Gavin abused the living shit out of it, rubbing his lips and scruffy face and nibbling. The Jersey gamer groaned again and rubbed against Gavin’s leg. “You’re being a cocktease.”
"Thank you." Gavin smiled mischievously against Michael’s ear as he murmured into it. Then he licked along the shell of Michael’s ear, making it wet and grow cold to exposed air and making the redhead shiver
Another high-pitched cry worked its way out of Michael’s throat, a heavy breath following after it. He squirmed on the bed, grasping at the hem of Gavin’s shirt, tugging it upwards. He couldn’t get it all the way off, distracted by smiling lips on his ear, muttering something to him he couldn’t think about right then, so he grasped at Gavin’s smooth back instead. One of his hands slipped around to the front, shifting over the coarse hair and skin. It was a strange thing to find attractive about Gavin, considering he only messed around with a few guys between girls. It was manly as dicks, and Michael had to touch up on it, even if he was going for the tits he wouldn’t find.
Gavin eventually removed himself from Michael’s ear and pulled away, moving to sit up on his knees. “Hold on,” he grunted at Michael’s growl. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor, then his hands went to the hem of Michael’s shirt and pulled it up, tossing it with his own shirt on the floor so they were even. Gavin smiled at the way the shirt had tousled Michael’s hair. He couldn’t help himself and dipped down, biting into the soft, vulnerable patch of skin beneath Michael’s ear. Then rolled his tongue over it and began to suck up a hickey.
Michael grunted at him for it, wary about work tomorrow. His noises didn’t seem to bother Gavin any, and Michael wasn’t particularly giving a shit, so he arched his neck and let it happen, leaving a mental note to wear a hoodie tomorrow. That decided, Michael arched up into him again, grasping at skin and hair, cursing at him when he took too long. “Fuckin’ get back over here and let me suck your tongue.” He growled, reaching low and grabbing the front and back of Gavin’s waistband, tugging it up sharply.
Gavin hissed against Michael’s ear, then murmured a quick “Careful, darling” as he returned to Michael’s mouth and covered it with his own. He licked the seam of Michael’s lips, slipping past when given the okay, so that Michael could actually do what he wanted to do to him. He moved one hand to take a your of Michael’s torso, fingertips slipping over his belly while his other hand held him up over Michael so he had room to explore.
It wasn’t what he wanted. By this time Michael was basically done with pawing around and wanted Gavin to press him into the mattress and start humping because then he’d have no fucking reason to stop him from shoving a hand down the front of his jeans. But he’d make due. He distracted himself with Gavin’s mouth, hot and wet and plainer tasting now, rubbing his tongue against his and pressing into already swollen lips. Since he couldn’t give the Brit a pseudo wedgie without him bitching, Michael took a different route and planted both palms firmly on Gavin’s ass.
Which of course, took Gavin off guard and made him lurch forward, his thigh sliding and pushing against Michael’s crotch, pushing his own tightened jeans to Michael’s thigh. It forced a moan from Gavin and he shifted slighting, twisting his hips and grinding his crotch against Michael’s.
Michael promptly cursed into Gavin’s mouth, biting his tongue accidentally when he made to grit his teeth. He attempted to soothe it, drawing it back into his mouth while he exhaled, nice and slow. With his hands still on Gavin’s ass he pulled him forward a little more, aiding him while he ground against his hips, meeting him with each small buck and eager roll. He moaned like he hadn’t been touched in months, half gasping into Gavin’s mouth, and maybe it was a little bit of an act at the start to get him fired up too, but within the space of a minute it was genuine want, pulling curses from Michael’s throat every time they parted, sloppy and breathless.
Gavin was more than happy to continue to rut his hips into Michael and pull curse after curse from him. When they grew louder he actually smiled. “You sound like a sexual Rage Quit.” Gavin commented as he tilting his head and mouthed along Michael’s jaw, letting him catch his breath.
The statement got a little smile out of Michael as well, as a well as a roll of his hips, staying up for a moment and rocking against Gavin’s, which he held in place. “Mmn, haven’t thrown anything yet.” He reminded the Brit. Then suddenly Michael’s arms shifted to the side, abruptly putting Gavin off balance. He forcibly tipped them over, rocking himself on top of the other man, hands still trapped on his ass, groins together. Michael grinned down at Gavin, now flat on the bed and, leaning close, let out one loud, slightly accented “Fuck!” Just to make the comparison complete.
Gavin didn’t know whether to laugh or to groan. So he did a combination of a smile and a moan as he titled his head back on the mattresses, hips rocking up against Michael’s as his hands moved to slip over Michael’s forearms.
Michael moved his arms for him, bracing himself on the bed by Gavin’s side, letting Gavin do as he pleased with them. The rest of him, started to move down. It started with his lips, taking their turn on Gavin’s jaw, his neck. He spent a bit of time there, less concerned about hickies than before (he wasn’t going to be the only one with marks – Gavin had a scarf anyway. He could hide more) and more with drawing out those gorgeous noises. When he felt Gavin squeezing his arm, he pressed downward, over the hollow of his throat, leaving a bite on one of the protruding collarbones. He licked the mark and moved further down, his nose in the thick hair he’d been feeling before, regrettably having to move his hips away from Gavin’s. Countering the whine Gavin let slip with a nip to one of his nipples, he lavished it before sliding down, down, and down further still, taking his time while Gavin squirmed and his own fingers dug into the sheets.
"Micool," Gavin called a bit breathlessly. He moved onto his elbows and released Michael’s arms, propping himself up. "Where are you going?"
Gavin felt the slow, forceful release of hair somewhere along his midsection, beneath curls and outstretched arms. Michael lifted his head suddenly, glasses crooked, a blank expression on his face. “To the fucking circus.” He deadpanned, loud and obvious. “Where the fuck do you think?”
"I… okay that was a stupid question, um…" Gavin’s lip was sucked between his teeth and chewing on a moment. Then he released it and spoke again, his tan skin going a little darker with a flush. "Just uh, be a little careful if you pull my boxers down…"
This made Michael a little nervous, enough to pull his hand back and fix his glasses so he could scrutinize Gavin’s face. From the looks of it, the guy had never been given a blowjob before. It was possible, but the way he made it sound it seemed like there was an actual snake in his pants and not just a cock he wanted to suck. “Okay…” Michael led on, allowing Gavin to hop in and explain just what the fuck he was going on about. Nothing came, just more darty eyes and red faces and Michael was too horny for this. He used his hand to pull the button and belt apart, but his teeth on the zipper and denim, pulling it down and away as much as he could before shoving the rest away with his hand. He left Gavin’s boxers there, just in case he wanted to explain. He sat up, tugging Gavin’s jeans off of his legs and tossing them to the floor, giving him one last chase as he spread his knees wide to cough up what he needed to be careful about. Gavin gave him nothing, and off the boxers came.
Michael was admittedly a little disappointed. All that build up and nothing. He snorted and mumbled something, rubbing his face and deciding to keep the glasses on for now. He then grasped Gavin’s dick, and felt something wrong. Against his palm, he felt lumps on what should be a smooth, if not firm, fleshy column. Gavin’s moan didn’t keep him from pulling his hand back like it was scorched, looking directly down at Gavin’s dick. It took a minute since the room was dark and Michael was squinting, trying to see what the shit he was feeling, hoping for the best but expecting the worst (he’d totally beat the shit out of this asshole if he had some sort of disease and wasn’t going to tell him before he put his mouth on it) – and then he saw something shining and he had to, he fucking had to turn the lights on. Ignoring Gavin’s protests, Michael shifted and loomed over to the side to flick on the desk lamp to get a better look.
“Are you fucking shitting me, Gavin.” Fell from his mouth, declamatory more than inquiring, looking at the two rings across the width of Gavin’s dick, the silver baubles at the end shining now in the light.
Gavin attempted a smile, but it came out shy and slightly embarrassed, his face red as the head of his dick was, standing at attention. He cleared his throat and licked his lips. He had planned on maybe explaining what it was to Michael, but what came out of his mouth was “So um… this is why I don’t make bets with Geoff anymore.”
“I just…” Michael stared down at his dick, unable to look up and revel in the look on Gavin’s face. “What am I lookin at, exactly?” He asked, his voice quieter now, accented and genuinely curious. He’d seen piercings before. That was fine. He didn’t really get it, but people didn’t understand his tattoos all the time either. What made this strange was that Gavin had always claimed not to be a fan of needles. Michael figured having a needle near or around his junk would be basically hell for him, bet or not. And he’d done it twice. It was honestly blowing Michael’s mind, and to be fair, up this close, it was kind of hot. Gavin had a nice cock and he would have looked at it anyway, and maybe it was the primitive part of him drawn to shiny things, but fuck man, that was… he was enjoying looking at it right now.
"Uh well… they’re called fernum piercings…" Gavin tried, his hands curling in the blankets and ruffling them. He felt a little self-conscious. Michael was just staring at his cock, examining the two silver barbells (the first just half an inch under the prominent head of his cock and the other an inch beneath that one). Gavin didn’t know what to do and so he continued talking, one hand rubbing at his red face. “They take a while to heal so that’s why I… I didn’t want you touching me last time… but they’re healed now and well… I have been wanting to test them during sex… Griffon says they’re also called speed bumps… Micool… Micool please don’t laugh it was either these or a tattoo on my ass! Don’t tell anyone, please? I mean Geoff knows because he went with me… well I mean he took me to the tattoo parlor… Jesus Micool stop staring! It’s making me go mental!”
Michael opened his mouth, to speak presumably, but a moan tumbled out instead, small and honest. He clapped his mouth shut right after, raising his head up to look at Gavin, and should Gavin bother to look back he’d have seen how red Michael’s face was too, how dark his eyes were. He was trying not to pant, trying to keep his eyes up, but they flickered down to Gavin’s hips again. He ached. It was stupid and really, really distracting but he ached just seeing that. He hadn’t ever really found piercings so fucking hot before. Just something about Gavin with them, silver against the deep red. It was making his mouth water and Michael felt like some cockhungry slut but hell, he was going to get it anyway – might as well embrace it. “Shit. Uhm.” Michael pushed his hand over his face, under his glasses. It didn’t stop the burning, so he looked away, swallowing again. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go ahead and…” He trailed off, easing back down to where he was previously. He looked at the lamp, but he didn’t want to lose sight of it. Them. All of this. So he left it on, settling on the bed sort of side ways to fit them both. One hand reached up and took the base, empty of jewelry, and stroked the bare parts. His mouth found the tip, kissing it, licking the slit and working it into his mouth, slowly lowering until his tongue touched metal. It was warm and so goddamn different he couldn’t get off it, tracing the outline and circling the balls at the end, trying to press around and underneath it with his tongue and groaning when it hit his teeth. His junk rubbed up against the bed and he reached underneath himself with the other hand to adjust, but he ended up just playing with himself overtop his jeans.
"Oh fuck." Gavin gasped when he felt Michael push his tongue against both bars in the middle, feeling out the bars inside that protruded slightly under the thin flesh. His whole body was blooming with heat, flushing and making him feel uncomfortably hot. But Michael’s mouth on him, tongue playing with his piercings, well… it was a lot different than when he would occasionally touch them or when he wore snug underwear and just happened to get rubbed in a nice way from the material. He hadn’t wanted to jerk himself off yet. Not until they were fully healed and he knew that the tissue wasn’t going to rip. He wanted to (God he wanted to so bad. Especially that night with Michael), but ultimately paranoia won out. Now though, he was sort of glad he waited. Having Michael suck him off was wonderful in it’s own right. But the piercings made it fantastic. Enough to have him shivering and moaning. He guessed by the way Michael teased them and would look at them when he popped off his cock and stroked him, that the other man really liked them. Which was sort of a relief and sort of embarrassing in that way that made him stomach flutter strongly. But Michael had that effect on him. Now it was just more so. Gavin ended up laying back on the bed, shutting his eyes as he panted and moaned, shifting under Michael’s attentions, one hand reaching up to grasp his own hair, the other in the bedsheets as he resisted the urge to thrust.
The longer Michael was between his legs the more blatant he became. Between bouts of sucking down Gavin’s dick, he’d lavish the piercings with his lips and fingers. He stuck more with the use of his mouth, tracing the outline with the tip and then panting against them while he rant the flat of his tongue over both. The mixture of metal and salt and his own saliva and precome spurned him on, stroking and licking. Gavin’s legs spread around him and dug into the bed and Michael’s did too, wide while he played with himself through his jeans, then inside when he got the zipper open, clumsily fondling thinner cloth. He whined, moaning with Gavin’s cock in his mouth, getting more vocal, becoming clearer though any thought process he had was deteriorating, right along with his humility. It came out in curses first, peppering between his name and wordless noises. But then Michael was growing bold, and with that came requests. Most of them went unheard, and Michael didn’t bother to repeat them. It just so happened that, pulling off Gavin’s cock and breathing heavy, Gavin was able to hear him say, half choked and slurred following a sudden twitch in Gavin’s hips that had the bottom side of his shaft slide across his lips, “Fuck my mouth.”
"Micool?" Gavin’s eyes opened and he tilted his head to look at the other man, eyes wide at the request. But Michael was looking at him with blown out pupils and swollen, red, delicious looking lips. Gavin was sorely tempted to pull Michael up and kiss his plump lips and bite them. But then Michael licked the slit against and made Gavin shudder and buck, stuttering out some nonsense until he managed to remember Michael’s request. Then he asked in a husky voice, "Are you sure?"
“No.” He rasped, pressing the flat of his tongue to the upper barbell, slowly licking up to the tip before drawing it back in his mouth. He swallowed thickly, taking a few breaths. “But I wanna try.” Michael kissed the side of his cock, wet and loud and capped off with another lick. “Try not to bust my teeth.”
Gavin moaned Michael’s name as he shivered, hands moving to slip into Michael’s hair, fingers lancing through his curls. “I-I guess… open wide then…” Gavin swallowed and stroked Michael’s hair a moment, waiting until Michael was down on his cock once more. Then he carefully thrust up into his mouth.
Michael stirred in discomfort for the moment, pulling both hands and placing them in front of him to brace himself on the bed. He swallowed around Gavin’s dick, feeling drool slip past his lips even though he tried to suck it back in. Gavin pushed up into his mouth again and Michael moaned, a puff of hot breath against the Brit’s pelvis. He tried to get his breathing under control and hold his jaw apart, thankful Gavin was still taking a bit of time with this. So far, so good, and he moaned again when Gavin thrust into his mouth, feeling the smooth of the metal and cock against his tongue and the tightening of fingers in his hair.
Gavin kept it up for a while more, rocking into Michael’s mouth, giving a moan or call of his name for any noises he received. Then he stopped, swallowing and suddenly very quiet and embarrassed again. “Micool… if I keep doing this then I won’t last. Come here. Let me take care of you while I have a break.”
Pulling off Gavin’s cock, Michael peered up at him, glasses and hair mussed. He panted, trying to catch his breath and swallow, working his jaw now that he could comfortably shut it. He tried to speak, but it came out as a muffled groan, his lips and mouth sore and aching pleasantly. It was pretty much the only thing keeping him from telling Gavin to come on his face. But Gavin coaxed him up, tugging his hair and arm so he was sitting up beside the Brit. Michael tried to say his name, but since that failed he grasped his thigh and squeezed, not sure what Gavin wanted to do with him up here.
Gavin moved to loop his arms around Michael and bring him down, meeting him halfway for a kiss, licking and gently kissing on the puffy lips, trying to soothe them. Once a pace with that had been established, Gavin slipped his hands away and moved to Michael’s pants, slipping his hand past the elastic of his boxers and wrapping his fingers around his cock, his other hand tugging down jeans and underwear to free Michael of his clothing.
Michael gasped into his mouth, groaning after and shifting into his hand. He was already hard, leaking pre onto Gavin’s palm. He tried not to shift too much, moving his legs so he could get his jeans and boxers off his legs and kicked them to the floor. Gavin stroked him and Michael broke the kiss to moan his name, losing his breath again. He moved his hand over Gavin’s thigh, curling his fingers around the inside and squeezing. He wanted to touch him again, to feel the hot metal in his palm and under his fingertips, but Gavin grunted in warning when he tried.
Instead Gavin used the pre to make things a little smoother, smearing it all over the head and teasing the slit and under the head with his thumb. “You’re really turned on by this, aren’t you?” Gavin asked as a smile curled the corner of his mouth. “I never knew you had such a kink for intimate piercings, Micool. Maybe I should have told you sooner. I was afraid you’d laugh and make fun of me for it.” Gavin tilted his head to tease Michael’s other ear, the one he’d neglected earlier as he flicked his wrist and gave Michael a squeeze.
“I probabl- Ah! Fucking… oh fuck Gavin.” Michael groaned and whined, trying to keep still. He only partially succeeded, tilting his head to free up his ear and neck for Gavin to play with. The hand on Gavin’s thigh moved, pressing to his stomach and chest. “I probably would have, a little.” Michael admitted. “I didn’t know either. That… Fucking hot. Mmph.” Michael let his eyes shut and bucked up into Gavin’s hand, giving in and giving up on being good about this. The hand that braced him on the bed reached up and curled around Gavin’s neck, only his shaking knees keeping him in place while he muttered little suggestions that turned into instructions, which Gavin blessedly heeded.
"Ah, so this is a new thing?" Gavin almost laughed, his smile growing as he did what Michael wanted him to. He continued to stroke while his other hand led Michael into his lap. Gavin moved to sit up as well, keeping Michael steady and letting the redhead lean on him as Gavin stroked his cock, his other hand on the small of Michael’s back and rubbing.
Which Michael did, a little heavily at first, settling back onto his knees. Both arms found their way around Gavin’s neck and looped there, hands sliding through his hair. He didn’t answer, not at first, instead kissing Gavin while he worked him over, pushing into his hand and belly from time to time. “It’s a first, that’s for sure.” Michael muttered to him, his voice thick when he turned his head a little to speak into Gavin’s neck. “Here’s another. I want you to fuck me.”
"You can’t be serious," Gavin replied. He tilted his head back to look at Michael, eyes wide, gauging his face for some sigh of a joke or possible hesitation. "But… um, not that I’m opposed to it, because I’ve wanted to for a while but… why?"
Michael snorted, a smile tugging at his lips. He rolled his eyes and brought his hands to cup the Brit’s scruffy face, tilting it up and making him keep eye contact. “Since you didn’t fuck my mouth and come on my face, this is the next best thing.” He stated plainly. At the sudden coloring of Gavin’s face, a deeper red than before that made his smile come out in earnest. “I can feel your big, hard cock up against my ass anyway. One twitch and you’re in me, fuckin’ idiot. And I wanna feel those things inside me like yesterday.” He pressed a teasing, gentle kiss on Gavin’s lips. “So what do you say?”
"Um… okay…" Gavin agreed, nodding as he swallowed and licked his dry lips. He couldn’t get rid of the red in his face, so instead he turned away and busied himself finding the lube and condom in his nightstand. He looked up at Michael, bottle in hand, curling his fingers over it to try and warm it up. "Uh… do you want me to do it or you?"
“You gonna be okay there Gav?” Michael asked, an amused tilt to his voice. He tipped the Brit’s chin up and kissed him again, lingering on it for a bit before breaking. “I’ve never – well, that’s a lie. But it’s been a while and I wasn’t sure what I was doing. If you’ve got no idea either, I’ll take over. Shorter nails.” He kissed Gavin again, pressing a laugh in there somewhere. He was impossibly horny and the evidence was leaking all over Gavin’s abdomen, but he was trying not to break down and yell or just jack off here and now. He wanted this. He wanted this so fucking bad and if he had to be patient then fine. He’d save his yelling for when he was getting fucked blind.
"Well I have um… experience… I can do it for you. I want to, actually," Gavin admitted quietly. He fidgeted with the lube a minute more before popping the cap on it, covering his fingers in the stuff before setting it next to his hip for later. His other hand moved over Michael’s hip, then slipped over to his ass, gripping one side in his fingers and spreading him. "Sit up a little bit and spread your legs… yeah just like that. Stay like that," Gavin murmured as he brought his index finger, the digit slick and wet, to Michael’s opening. He teased the ring of tight muscle, getting it wet before placing the tip of his finger over it. "Just relax, okay?" Gavin whispered. He looked up just in time to catch Michael’s eyes, locking their shared gaze as he slipped his finger inside carefully.
Michael managed to hold it, but he did the opposite as Gavin wanted, tensing up the further he pushed in. A noise fell out of his mouth, stuttered and breathy, and his eyelids fluttered when Gavin hushed him and pressed in further. “S’fuckin cold.” He muttered, almost laughing, clenching and unclenching his hands in an attempt to keep still. It worked for the most part, keeping the shivers up top while he stayed still and spread out down below.
“God you’re tight,” Gavin hissed. He moved his head to rest against Michael’s shoulder, turning his head so he could mouth along the other man’s collarbone as he spoke. “Darling, you need to relax or I won’t be able to get it in. I don’t want to rip you up.”
“It’s not fucking easy, shut the fuck up.” Michael snapped back at him. He huffed and spread his legs further apart, moaning when that resulted in his cock brushing up against Gavin’s body. It took a few breaths and a couple of muttered ‘okays’ before he actually did relax, allowing Gavin a little bit of movement before he tightened up again and had to repeat the process. When Gavin huffed against his skin and murmured for him to relax yet again, Michael was his usual charming self. “If you weren’t hung like a fucking horse then I wouldn’t have to worry you son of a bitch just shut up and do it.”
"But I want this to feel good for you," Gavin replied. He’d gotten distracting by the protruding collarbone and took to mouthing along it and nibbling. He shifted and moved back up to tease Michael’s ear with his teeth and lips, hoping that would help distract him. Once he got his finger fully inside, he pulled it out halfway, then pushed back in, curling the end. He did this a few more times until he was fucking Michael with his finger in smooth motions. Then he slipped in his middle finger along with his index finger, scissoring them inside Michael and curling them as he pushed in. Being the scientific guy he was, he actually paid attention in health class. From personal experience, he knew it felt good when he would rub his prostate with his fingers. So he searched for Michael’s and once touched the spongy surface, hooked his fingers and pressed into it.
Michael had already been moaning, half in discomfort at first and shifting his hips when Gavin started moving, then again when he pressed in the other finger and spread them apart. He’d come to relax, easing back down against the Brit’s lap, panting slightly and pushing back against the intruding fingers. However when Gavin brushed against him he twitched, wincing, unsure of just what the hell was going on and about to ask just that. Michael was cut off by both Gavin’s fingertips pressed to that point inside him, and out came a string of curses and a spasming around the digits, capped off with a long, low moan and quivering thighs. “Do –do uh. That. Do that. Keep doing that.” He mumbled, stumbling over his words.
"Of course," Gavin replied as he smiled against Michael’s ear. He moved his fingers inside Michael once more, being sure to hook his fingers and press whenever he was pulling them out, reveling in the way Michael squirmed against him and moaned. His free hand moved to Michael’s cock and wrapped around him, squeezing as he added in a third finger, spreading them inside Michael, always making sure to touch that spot in him that had him stuttering beautifully like that.
Though he asked for it, Michael seemed surprised every time he was touched. His hands clenched in Gavin’s hair now, tugging from time to time, hard when Gavin pressed his prostate and stroked him in time. Before long he was breathing heavy, his moving in and out of Gavin’s touch, eyes tightly closed and growing louder and louder. “Fuc – fucking mmhn god Gavin I’m gonna-“ He shivered, biting down on his lip, and keeping steady suddenly though the Brit still moved around him. He didn’t give a single fuck if his neighbors heard him, but he turned to press his mouth to Gavin’s ear, rushed and bumbling against it. “Jus- Just another finger or put it in me I don’t wanna… I wanna feel your cock. Mmhg fuck! Oh holy fucking shit.”
"Easy baby easy," Gavin hushed him as he turned his head to cover Michael’s mouth with his own. He removed his fingers, nipping Michael’s lower lip when he whined. He broke away so he could tear open the condom and roll it on, the smooth barbells in the underside of his cock pressing against the latex but smooth enough it didn’t tear. He poured a good helping of lube onto his dick, pulling the bottle back on the nightstand and then stroking it over himself, getting nice and slick. He kept his hand at the base of his cock, lining up under Michael, his free hand taking hold of the other man’s hip and squeezing gently. "Lower down… yeah that’s it, keep going. You’ll have to push past it. Fuck Micool, you’re so bloody tight.”
Michael groaned at him, throwing his head back. He grit his teeth and tipped his head back forward, red in the face and hissed for Gavin to shut up because now that Gavin mentioned it before he didn’t want anything to tear. It was cold and bigger than fingers and slick and not entirely unpleasant but enough to make him grimace. Michael moved his hands to grip Gavin’s shoulders, squeezing them every time he sank down a little more, until he was fully seated. Looking at Gavin then, flush to Gavin’s pelvis, he took a breath and swallowed. “Okay. Fuck.” He stopped and shook his head. “Not yet – no don’t move. Not… give me a sec. Shit.”
"Aulrite," Gavin agreed as he moved his hands up Michael’s back, rubbing it gently to soothe as he leaned back against the headboard and pillows he’d pulled up so it wouldn’t be entirely uncomfortable. He kissed along Michael’s shoulders and neck and chest as he rubbed his back, anything to make the experience more pleasant.
All the while Michael took deep breaths, moaning lightly from time to time. Gavin was doing a good job soothing him, distracting him from the stretch. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It hadn’t been since the start, just a little uncomfortable and a lot to take, especially now. Michael was having a hard time looking at Gavin’s face, just peeking at the top of his head and the bridge of his nose, leaning back a little to let him do what he wanted with the rest of his body. Once he felt like he could, Michael lifted himself up a little bit, and came to a pleasant conclusion. “I can feel ‘em” He breathed, legs quivering with the effort to hold himself still because he couldn’t just start bouncing on Gavin’s lap. He wanted to, sure, but he had t take it slow, almost frustratingly so. He tightened up suddenly, forcing himself to relax with a few draws of breath, and continued to ease up. Michael swallowed up his own moans and wondered to himself just how the hell he was going to keep this up if his legs were already shaking. It didn’t bode well, but his cock twitched anyway, standing hard between them.
"Mmmm," was Gavin’s soft reply as he pressed his fingertips against Michael’s lower back. He could feel the other man’s legs shaking and it concerned him a bit. "You aulrite?" He asked, lifting his head up and making eye contact with Michael. His own blue-green eyes were dark, pupils wide and face flushed with lust. He licked his lips and offered Michael a half smile, his hands sliding up his back and supporting Michael as he leaned back into the touch. "Do you need me to take over?"
Michael shook his head quickly, catching Gavin’s eye and holding it while he sank back down. He needed to go slow right now. He was kind of overloaded and didn’t need Gavin fucking that up right now. Slowly, he drew his body up again, squeezing his shoulders and breathing one long, loud curse. “Gimme a couple of seconds before you pound into me.” He finally mumbled, biting his lip as he sank down onto him. “Fucking huge cocked motherfucker. Fucking decorations- ah. Oh god. No don’t move. Don’t… mmph.”
"Too much?" Gavin wondered as he moved to duck his head and place a kiss in the middle of Michael’s chest, right against his sternum. He moved to the left a bit, turning his head slightly as he took Michael’s nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it to tease, his hands moving up slightly and pressing into his back, kneading tense muscles when he felt them.
“You fucking schmuck.” Michael spat, arching his chest into Gavin’s face. That was unfair. That was a bitch move and Michael was going to fucking call him out on it. And he would have, except Gavin shifted his hips and any curse came out in a lighter, breathier tone than he wanted, and that coupled with his fluttering eyes made it seem like he was totally pleased with this. Michael didn’t want to admit he totally was. The long hum afterwards didn’t seem to dissuade Gavin either, a smile against his skin, and Michael moved his hands to tug at Gavin’s hair. Moving was coming a little easier now, though not at all quick. He was still struggling to set a pace that he didn’t drop to breathe in deep and curse like a sailor.
Gavin in turn moved on to the other side of Michael’s chest, making it even and sort of loving the way Michael made breathy noises and how his nipple grew hard against his tongue. He blew cold air onto it after, just to see Michael shiver and get goosebumps. He shifted his hips again slightly, making himself more comfortable as he left one hand pressed to Michael’s lower back, the other moving to wrap around his cock once more and stroke it.
Michael twitched and shivered, giving up on insults for the moment. It only seemed to make Gavin more determined to ruin him, but stopping didn’t slow him down too much either. He tried to focus on movement, the slow in and out. Gavin kept him in a good placement, hand on his back, and before too long Michael was actually doing something he’d consider fucking, even if it were on the gentle side. He’d watched Gavin while he did so, the top down view of his face and tongue while it pressed to his chest. He made noises, filling his lungs with them, and promptly choked when the bastard wrapped around his cock and he deflated, breaking pace and breath and nearly tumbling over the edge right then and there because he made the mistake of letting gravity take over, sitting flat on Gavin’s lap.
Gavin moaned against Michael’s chest and couldn’t help but roll his hips up into the tight heat until Michael told him to stop. He did so, but continued to kiss and touch his body, stroking his cock languidly as it all seemed to help Michael relax and make things a lot smoother. His dick no longer felt like it was in a vice, and when Michael did manage to move again it rubbed his piercings in such a nice way that had him moaning Michael’s name into his shoulder.
It had Michael moaning too, tightening a little to get a better feel of them. His legs quivered but were still holding up, and Michael wrapped his arms around Gavin’s neck. He slipped again, but this time let Gavin buck up into him without a sound of complaint, and simply ground against his hips the more he did it. He took to carding his fingers though the back of Gavin’s already badly mussed hair, tugging it occasionally when the Brit bucked and filled him up to the point it forced the air from his lungs.
Gavin took hold of Michael’s hips once more, shifting and trying to angle himself a certain way so he’d brush against Michael’s sweet spot. He had to go by Michael’s reactions, occasionally glancing at his face to look for signs of discomfort or pleasure. “How is it?” He asked in a soft murmur, planting a kiss to his friend’s jaw.
“S’good.” Michael crooned. He hissed and arched his back. “So good.” He moaned loudly at the wall and pressed down against Gavin’s hips before lifting himself back up, trying to match Gavin’s movements. Unfortunately, he soon became breathless and shaky again, and let Gavin take over. Fine by him – he seemed to want to run the show anyway, shifting his hips and rolling up and- “Fuck!” Michael cried, tightening up and then slouching with a loud groan. That’s what he’d been after. Made a little more sense now. Not that he had time to consider it, because he was back to choking, Gavin aiming and thrusting up again.
"Right there?" Gavin asked as he exhaled, a smile taking over his mouth as he watched Michael writhe and arch in his lap. He did it again, getting the same result, rolling his hips so his piercings rubbed against Michael’s insides, the sensation pulling a moan from Gavin’s throat.
Michael was right with him, uncaged and shameless. He didn’t even confirm or deny Gavin’s question. He just went with it, beyond words, bucking into Gavin’s hand when Gavin bucked into him. By this time his legs were gone, half numbed from kneeling on them too long, and he clasped Gavin’s head to his throat and groaned into his hair. His mouth could run though. And it did, Gavin’s name and a whole lot of praise on his lips, anything but quiet about how big he was, how good he felt, the dick jewelry and how much he fucking sucked for hiding this and not fucking him harder.
For the last one, Gavin made a point to fix it. Mostly by grabbing Michael by the hips and flipping them over, pushing him down onto the mattress with a bounce and a thump against the springs. He kept hold of Michael’s hips as he pulled out almost completely and then thrust back in all in one go, burying himself. “Better?” He asked in response to Michael’s loud curse and panting.
Michael drew in a shuddering breath, lowering back down from the arch he made against his bed. “Yes.” He moaned, hands in the sheets because he didn’t know where to put them. He spread his legs wider and bent them at the knee, then pushed them hard against Gavin’s sides. “Fucking yes holy shit fuck me.” He breathed, arching again, trying to push himself off the mattress so he could do just that.
Gavin didn’t make him repeat himself. He held onto the redhead’s hips and started pounding into him like he wanted. Hard and quick thrusts that had them both moaning, occasionally pushing himself in as deep as he could go and grinding his hips into Michael’s ass. Eventually he pulled back, grabbed Michael’s legs by the calves and pulled them over his shoulders. He gripped the sheets on either side of Michael’s head as he drove into him over and over, practically having him bent in half but going so much deeper at this angle. He shifted his hips and adjusted, searching for that one spot that made Michael melt.
Though Gavin didn’t need to be told Michael kept telling him anyway, loud and clear, moaning and loving every minute of it. So maybe it wasn’t an accident that Michael wanted to try and get into Gavin’s pants. Maybe he figured Gavin could take it, take him, put back all the anger and raging Michael did towards him and give him a good, hard fuck like this. He hadn’t expected the piercings or the contortions or that crook of Gavin’s finger, but the ache, the way Gavin felt inside him, pounding into him. He didn’t have to ask for more or harder – Gavin just did it. And then he thrust in and found that spot from before that made Michael choke, and he rammed into it again and again to the point where Michael was damn near screaming, making a desperate grab for Gavin’s arm and his dick because It fucking hurt bouncing against his stomach like that, leaking pre and twitching.
Gavin swatted Michael’s hands away from his cock, tutting him with a foxy smile. “No touching or I stop.” He grinned at the whine he received and just to be sure he gathered Michael’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. He continued to ram into the other man, hitting that spot over and over and grinding his pierced cock into it whenever me needed to pause for breath. His hips never stopped moving though. He adored the way Michael was so vocal, how his legs shook almost violently over Gavin’s shoulders, how his head fell back and his back arched. He liked to watch Michael writhe and squirm against the hold on his wrists, the way his hot body twisted under him. If that wasn’t enough, the piercings were doing a damn good job on them both. When he felt himself getting close, he removed his free hand from its grip on the sheets and started stroking Michael’s cock quickly, smearing the pre all over the head and shaft as he jerked him off. “Come for me, Micool. I want you to. Do it now or else I’ll stop and not let you get off.”
Michael didn’t need to be told twice, or once for that matter. Gavin’s words were just a bonus, husky and dark, racing across his already burning skin. His back arch and Michael strained against Gavin’s grip, still unable to work his way out of it. Gavin thrust into him, ramming into that one goddamn spot with his cock and barbells and Michael felt his thumb over the tip of his cock the nail slipping into his slit and he couldn’t hold it. He hooked his ankles behind Gavin’s head and told everyone on his floor he was coming, he was fucking coming and he came on himself and Gavin’s fist with another cry, tight and shaking, while Gavin stroked and fucked him into the headboard.
When Michael tightened around him, that’s mostly what did him in. Watching Michael come undone and scream for him and release all over them both was the other part. Gavin cried out Michael’s name and groaned, gritting his teeth as he hit his peak, still thrusting into Michael, hand still moving, milking them both out for all they were worth. Afterwards Gavin released Michael’s wrists and sat up a little, using the hand to help ease his friend’s legs off his shoulders and set them down on the bed. He stayed were he was, catching his breath, watching Michael pant and cool off beneath him, all red and sweaty. Gavin wasn’t much better. Eventually, very gently, he slipped out of Michael and climbed off the bed. His legs were a bit wobbly, but he managed as he made his way to the adjacent bathroom. He took off his condom and tied it off, dropping it into the trash can and wiping himself clean with the toilet paper, which he flushed down the toilet. Once cleaned up and smoothed his hair back so it wasn’t so wild, Gavin found a rag and got it wet with warm water. He rung it out and came out of the bathroom, flicking the light off on his way. Michael was still where he left him. So Gavin climbed back into the bed and sat, leaning over to gently kiss Michael’s temple as he cleaned him off with the rag. “Aulrite love?”
For a moment, Michael didn’t respond. He shifted a little and breathed, calmed down quite a bit from the ragged panting at his end, but he didn’t move or really acknowledge Gavin while he was cleaned. Before the Brit could leave the bed however, Michael curled on of his arms up and clasped Gavin behind the neck, drawing him into a firm kiss. He let Gavin up after a minute of that, a small smile on his face. He smoothed back his curly hair and fixed his glasses, pulling them off his face to wipe them on the pillowcase near his arm. Everything in him ached wonderfully. Hs legs felt like jelly and his ass burned and his cock throbbed even though his heartbeat had calmed. His arms weren’t much better, but he propped himself up on them and caught Gavin’s eye, letting him kiss him again. “I can’t believe you kept that from me, you prick.” He mumbled, nipping Gavin’s lip when he pulled back, eyeing the marks still red on his throat. “S’totally worth the noise complains I’m gonna get tomorrow. And the limp.”
"Yeah, sorry about that," Gavin apologized with a cheeky smile. He went away a moment to toss the rag in the laundry bin, but came back and pulled the covers back and over Michael. He took his glasses from him and placed them on the nightstand, then slipped into the bed next to him and immediately snuggled up to his side. "I’ll make it up to you later if you want." He kissed Michael on the cheek. Then the nose. Then on his mouth. Sweet little kisses that were nothing but affectionate. "Am I allowed to sleep in your bed with you tonight?"
“You wrecked my asshole with your bejeweled dick and had the fucking balls to pull dom moves on me. You’re not fucking sorry at all.” Michael pointed out. He smiled though, kissing Gavin’s cheek, then his lips, a little more forceful than Gavin’s had been, but coupled with nudges and an arm wormed underneath his shoulders, curling around to rest on his upper arm. He reached to the opposite side and flicked the light off, settling into bed and pulling a pillow off the floor to stuff under Gavin’s head. “If I find you on the couch or trying to bail out the window I’m gonna be mad. I want my fucking turn with you.” Michael declared, punctuating it with a yawn. He wasn’t that tired, but he fully planned on being late to work the next morning. Might as well get the rest now.
"I’m not going anywhere," Gavin promised. He looped his arm around Michael’s middle, laying on his side and cuddling up to the other man, filling in the gaps between them. He shut his eyes and settled with a tired sigh, speaking in a quiet murmur. "But um… can we keep the intimate jewelry between us? I just… I don’t want everyone in the office knowing. They’ll tease me till I’m in the grave."
“If you wanted not to be teased, you picked the wrong fuckin’ guy, Gav.” Michael told him, watching while his eyes closed. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell. But yeah. I’m gonna rag on you for that shit.” He chuckled to himself, shutting his eyes as well and pressing his head back into his pillow. It occurred to him then, after a few moments of quiet breathing, a question that had been in the back of his mind when he saw the piercings for the first time. Seeing as they really didn’t have much else to do, Michael decided now was a decent time to ask. “Hey so, what was the bet, exactly?” He started. “I mean, why two?”
"Oh um… I bet Geoff that um… I could do that seventy-two ounce steak challenge at that steakhouse downtown… if I finished it he’d have to come to the office in nothing but a pair of Griffon’s panties… if I didn’t then I would have to either get a tattoo of his choosing on my ass or get a piercing on my Johnson. After I saw the design he picked, I did the piercing. That’s one. But I had to get the second because I bet him I wouldn’t puke after… and I totally did."
Michael barely let Gavin finish before he started laughing hysterically, near to the point of wheezing. He coughed when Gavin hit him in the stomach, calling him an absolute moron and trying to calm his breathing yet again. He stopped long enough to wipe his eyes and ask between giggles “Okay, okay – you gotta tell me. What was the design?”
"It was a unicorn vomiting rainbows…" Gavin groaned just at the memory. "Also I um… I passed out after the first piercing. They did the second while I was blacked out."
Michael tried to contain his giggles, snorting and half gasping for air. When he finally did laugh he did his best to keep it contained, wiping his eyes and complaining about his aching sides. All this laughing was probably doing more damaged to his already fucked up insides. But again he calmed, settling beside Gavin and squeezing him around the shoulders in a one-armed hug. “Oh my God Gavin. You are the stupidest motherfucker.” He snorted and composed himself. “Fucking – okay. Okay I’m pretty sure that was illegal, piercing you when blacked out. I’m really fucking surprised Geoff didn’t rat you out. Shit like that makes it to the podcasts in seconds.” Michael turned over a little, coaxing Gavin up to him. He had a huge smile, contrasting to Gavin’s sort of uneasy frown. “Hey. Hey okay chill. I’m not gonna tell. I’ll shut up. Fuck must’ve hurt. They don’t numb it?”
"There’s not really a way to numb it." Gavin explained as he moved to settle his head on Michael’s chest, pressing his ear over his heart and listening to it drum. "Geoff told them to go ahead and do the second one. Prick watched the whole time. Has it on video somewhere… I could barely watch the footage. I just… I hate needles so much… and they stuck two big ones through my damn Johnson, Micool." He whimpered at the memory. "The girl who did it was really fit too. Very pretty. That was embarrassing."
“What, she didn’t give you a free happy ending?” Michael teased. The hand underneath the Brit wormed it’s way out and placed itself so that he could card his fingers through Gavin’s hair. He let the conversation rest for a few moments, wondering if Geoff actually did have the footage, how the whole thing was done. He’d seen some piercings before, but nothing on dicks. He hadn’t had a particular reason to look until now. That thought made him stir, and the question passed without much thought. “So uh… asking about maybe another couple isn’t gonna sit so well, huh?”
"Not even if you paid me," Gavin deadpanned. "You know how long these took to heal? Five months. Five months, Micool. Without touching myself or having sex. Not to mention the needles still haunt me.”
Michael had the gall to make a disappointed noise, shifting underneath Gavin’s head. Well, two would have to do. For now. He’d tease Gavin more in the moaning about it and get his hands on them again soon. He was too tired to consider that now, sated and pleasantly warm. He could voice it though. “Five months is a long time. Gonna have to get you up to speed, Gavvers.”
"So you’re telling me that these things are like an aphrodisiac to you of some sort?" Gavin asked with a small smile, eyes shutting and curling his fingers over Michael’s hipbone, feeling it out lightly. "You’re not going to be able to keep your hands off me? I don’t know how I feel about being your glorified sex toy, Micool. You could at least buy me dinner."
“You’re gonna shut the fuck up and take it is what you’re gonna do.” He grumbled, tugging Gavin’s hair lightly. “Jesus Christ – I swear to God I’ve never met any guy opposed to blowjobs and fucking. But fine I’ll make you a stack of fucking flapjacks and a spot o’ tea. Asshole.” Michael took a big breath, letting it out in a satisfied sigh. He couldn’t see Gavin’s smile, but Gavin couldn’t see his either. Oh yeah, they were definitely going to be late tomorrow. And sort of roughed up from a wrestling match gone bad. Or some other, better story Michael hadn’t thought of yet. Either way, aches and pains aside, tomorrow was gonna be a good day.