Coffee Over Tea // Mavin

Chapter Five

A few months passed, with the new house getting more and more homely as time went on. The fireplace was used probably way more than it should have been. All of the furniture that used to be in Michael's house was moved into the new house, which made Michael feel slightly better about being away from his old home.

He still got homesick occasionally, but Gavin was always there for him, and he knew it wasn't that far that he had moved. He just missed knowing every single thing about his house, like every creaking door and floorboard, and every slightly off-coloured wall. Yet somehow, he felt satisfied with the house he was in.

Now, Christmas was coming around fast, and Michael had got Gavin's gift already. It weighed down his back pocket wherever he walked, although he wanted to keep it with him for fear of Gavin finding it. He knew how he liked to go on gift-hunting expeditions every now and then. Most ended up successful, if what the childhood stories he had been told of Gavin's were true.

He had no idea what Gavin had in store, but he suspected something big. Gav started giggling whenever Christmas was mentioned. He only hoped that it wasn't the same idea that he had, although he was almost certain that it wasn't, as he wasn't exactly cunning enough to keep something that big a secret.

It wasn't long before Gavin was whisking him off to bed at 9:00 on Christmas Eve. Ridiculous.

"Gavin! It's fucking nine! You're not six, come on!" Michael tried to object, but Gav wouldn't take it. His hands were being gripped, almost shaking with the force that Gavin was holding them with.

"No! We have to go to bed, it'll be Christmas sooner that way," the Brit shot him a wink and squeezed his hand, leading him to bed.

Michael slept soundly for the most part, except for Gavin almost vibrating with excitement for half of the night.