Tea Over Coffee // Mavin

Chapter Five

Gavin left Michael's house that afternoon, after the two agreed that they really would finish cleaning the Brit's house a few days later. And with nothing stopping him that time, Michael showed up at Gavin's front door just as they had planned.
The younger man opened the door, pyjamas on, "Michael! I slept in again. Just woke up. Sorry," he laughed, stepping out of the way to let the other man in.
"You lazy fuck," Michael shook his head as he stepped through the door. The apartment was still cluttered, but he could tell that Gavin had tried to make it look a little more presentable. While the Brit jogged upstairs to get changed, he started on the cleaning up, after grabbing them both a beer from the fridge.
Suddenly, he heard Gavin yell his name from upstairs. He ran up quickly, being careful not to trip, and entered Gav's bedroom.
The look on his face was panicked, "Gav? What's wrong, buddy?"
Gavin ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly worried, "I just got a call... They, uh, they said the house I'm moving into won't be ready for when I'm supposed to move in... but I'm moving out of here, like, next week, and..." he slid his hands over his face, stressed out and trying to think of a solution.
Michael hesitated for a moment, "You don't have any family here you can stay with?"
"No. Everyone is back in England."
He ran his mind for a solution, "You could stay with me if you need to. I have a guest bedroom you can sleep in, if you don't have anywhere else you can go..."
The Brit looked up at him, his eyes lighting up, "Can I really? Are you sure?"
"Course. We don't want you out on the street, right?" Michael flashed him a quick smile, before Gavin threw his long arms around him.
"Thanks so much, Michael!" Gav yelled while the other man stumbled under his weight. The two laughed at each other and Gavin pulled his arms back, a wide smile glued to his face. For a second, the pair just looked at one another, taking in their smiles and soft laughs.
Michael spoke quietly, "Let's get your place cleaned up, okay? Then we'll talk about you moving in." When the other nodded, they both went to different rooms to separate and store all of Gavin's stuff. It took them several hours, but eventually there were no more objects out of a box or bag. Michael and Gavin joined back together in the main room, and sat on boxes across from each other.
"Alright. Now we have to get all of this shit to my house, right?"
The blond sighed and looked around them at the mountains of boxes, "Suppose so. I'll take some and you take some. It'll probably be three trips." Both of them nodded determinedly at each other, a stupid, wide grin still on the Brit's face. He picked up Michael's keys and threw them to him, then began piling up boxes to take to the cars.
Finally- after four trips from Gavin's apartment to Michael's house- all of the essential boxes had been moved. They celebrated with beers and video games, until the late hours of the night.
"Fuck. All your shit is in your room. There isn't enough space for you to sleep there tonight," the ginger said, mostly just thinking out loud.
"It's okay. I can sleep on the couch," Gavin nodded as he took another sip of his beer.
"Nah. We didn't do all this so you could sleep on a couch at the end, right?" Sleep in my bed. It's a double." There were no objections between them, so they both headed up, Gavin going to his room to grab some comfier pants. He slipped them on and pulled his shirt over his head before plodding to Michael's bedroom. The older man was already in bed, so Gav slipped in beside him.
"Night, Michael."
"Goodnight."
They slept closer to each other than friends would.