Tea Over Coffee // Mavin

Chapter Seven

Michael and Gavin arrived home late that night, both exhausted.
"Michael, I wanna go to bed..." Gavin yawned.
"Go then, you idiot."
"I want to sleep in your bed."
"That's... that's fine, Gav. Go ahead. I'll be right up."
"No... no. Come with me," the Brit was clearly tired beyond belief, his accent a lot stronger now that he was barely awake.
"Gav..." Michael sighed, "Fine. I'll come up, let's go." As the two walked up the stairs, the taller man wrapped his arm around Michael lazily, and placed his head delicately on his shoulder.
"I'm tired, Michael..." he said, yawning softly.
"Me too."
They eventually reached the ginger's bedroom, and Gavin took off his shirt while Michael changed into pyjamas. The Brit slid under the covers of the bed, but Michael frowned.
"Gav, that's my side of the bed. Move the fuck over." Gavin shook his head, smirking, and closed his eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" the older man sighed, and pressed a finger harshly into Gavin's side, which made him burst into laughter, his body arching.
"Michael! Why'd you do that?" Gavin shouted, still giggling to himself.
"Because you're on my side of the goddamn bed! That's where I fucking sleep! Move over!" The Brit reluctantly complied. Michael sighed once more and slid under the blanket, while Gav wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Michael..."
"What?"
"I wanna tell you something..." Gavin's voice was quiet and sleepy.
"What is it?"
"I like you."
"You... you fucker. I fucking like you too."
"You do?" Gavin's eyes opened, "Well, that means-" his words were cut off by Michael's lips against his. He closed his eyes and smiled into him, just as he pulled back.
"This isn't some fucking 80's movie shit. Just fucking kiss me, you moron."
And that's what he did.
"I love you, Michael."
"Shut the fuck up."
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[ the last part !!! finally !!! i have a couple of other short mavin things written if youd like me to post them?? its up to you :-) ]