Coffee Over Tea // Mavin

Chapter One

Here they were. Michael and Gavin. Michael's house. Gavin had gotten more calls about his house taking longer and longer to be ready. He had been staying with Michael for almost two months now.

Michael couldn't be happier being around Gavin this much, but he didn't show it much. Gav was the more affectionate one in the relationship. Cute breakfasts, cuddles, and enough kisses to last him several lifetimes. To Michael, it was amazing, though. Gav knew his boundaries, and he never crossed them.

The two had taken each other out on lots of dates, from nerdy arcade trips to peaceful summer walks. Right now, they were about to go out for a coffee run, at approximately 3:25 AM. All Gav's fault.

"Gavin Free, I cant believe you woke me up at three in the fucking morning because you want coffee. We went the fuck to sleep about two hours ago. What is wrong with you?" Michael slurred, running his hand down his face out of tiredness.

"Well, Michael Jones, I don't want coffee, I want tea, and I happen to want to go with you. Stop complaining, you pleb, you would've come anyway, you're the one who forgot to buy tea for me" the Brit smiled sweetly and shot him a wink before picking up his keys and taking Michael's hand. He led him out of the door and to his car, thinking about how grateful he was that his and Michael's coffee shop was open 24 hours.

The ginger almost fell asleep as soon as they started driving, but Gavin kept him awake to avoid waking him up when they arrived. Michael could be scary when he first woke up. They had a relatively easy journey, no cars about because of the time. Peaceful music played on their radio, which Gavin made sure to keep on a low volume so he didn't disturb Michael too much.

When they finally arrived at the coffee shop, Gavin hopped out first and jogged around to Michael's side, taking his hand as he got out. They walked to the door hand-in-hand. Once inside, they both greeted the barista- the same one who witnessed the pair's first conversation, and was now there to see them as a couple- and sat down after ordering their drinks.

"Sorry for bringing you out, Michael. I didn't wanna go by myself," Gav pouted. Michael had gotten used to the fact that his boyfriend's accent got thicker when he was tired, and he still adored it.

"Shut up, you loser, I would've come with you anyway. You're not exactly the quietest when you get up," he rubbed his eyes, flashing Gavin a quick smile before gingerly sipping his coffee.

"Hey! There's no need to call me-" the Brit was cut off by his text tone- "Shake it Off" by Taylor Swift. He knew Michael hated it, so obviously he had to have it. He grabbed his phone from his pocket as Michael covered his ears and cringed. He read parts of the text out loud, "Didn't want to call you this early... just got a call... Oh my God Michael!" The ginger looked up at him, clearly not as enthusiastic or as awake as the younger man. "It's my realtor!" Gav paused, waiting for a reaction.

"Don't just tell me it was your fucking realtor and not tell me what he said, you idiot," Michael frowned.

"Oh, right," he cleared his throat, "Hey Mr. Free, I didn't want to call you this early in the morning, I just wanted to tell you that I just received a call telling me that your house is ready, and you can move in whenever you want to."