Our Christmas

Chapter 4

It's been a week since Gavin left, but for Michael it felt like fucking forever.

Sure, he and his little Brit called and talked but it just... wasn't the same without him physically there, holding him, hugging him into his chest, tangling his fingers in his messy hair, kisses here and there, his soft pink lips against his neck as they moaned, their bodies pressing against each other, and playing with the zipper of his pants-oops, too far? Sorry.

Anyways, Michael didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted Gavin back. He started to feel selfish about it, but who could help it? Gavin was his drug. He needed him. He wanted him.

Michael groaned in annoyance as he now realized he was sexually frustrated. He could always... jerk himself off-No! Michael, no! Don't do that... or could he?...

"Shit." He grumbled as he tried to ignore the feeling and he laid back on the couch bored. Without Gavin with him, there was nothing much to do and he decided just not to go to work today and call in sick.

So he quickly dialed Geoff's number and called in sick.

"Is everything alright?" Geoff asked, voice bursting with concern. Geoff was always like a father figure to them, constantly showing concern and sympathy towards his coworkers.

"Y-Yeah, yeah." Michael replied, faking a cough at the end.

"Dude, I know you're lying. It's about Gavin, right?" Geoff rebutted. Damn, was he really that see through?

"It's okay if it is. Let me tell you, come into work early, and you and I could talk about it. I heard about Ray's... talk with you and how... ineffective it was. I could help you." Geoff settled. Michael sighed and agreed.

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Several minutes later, he arrived at work and opened the door that led to the Achievement Hunter office. He didn't want to talk to Geoff about his situation. He didn't want to seem weak or overly clingy towards Gavin. It took a long time to convince himself to get out the door.

"What took you long as dicks?" Geoff yelled as he walked in.

"Uhhhh... traffic." Michael stated as he closed the door.

"Alright, that's a big fucking lie and you know it." Geoff retorted. Michael looked in awe at Geoff at the sudden raise in his voice.

"Sorry..." Michael sheepishly mumbled as he rubbed his arm in embarrassment.

"You're mopey as dicks and you aren't ragey as well. Plus, you're as emotional as a girl on her period! I swear, we even had to make a temporary rule to not mention Gavin since we thought you would cry at the slightest idea of him!" Geoff shouted as he paced back and forth.

"Look,  I understand how much you miss Gavin. It's fine. But try and not to let it get to you. Do you call him?"

"Yeah. But it just doesn't feel the same! I miss him actually being here. I should be happy that I don't have to deal with his stupid bullshit! But no, I fucking miss him!" Michael retorted back.

"I understand. I understand missing someone you really care about for a long time. Now that I think about it, I miss him a lot." Geoff softly replied, voice filled with rememberance.

Michael's eyes perked up.

"Who?" He asked, voice dripping with curiosity. The only people gone from the office were Gavin, (obviously) Ryan, Lindsay, Jack, Kdin, Jeremy, and Matt. They quickly went to a convention to see fans in some place. They only left about a few days ago.

Geoff's eyes widen. They were filled to the brim with fear. His cheeks were a hot pink.

"What?! Oh! No one!" Geoff quickly defended. Michael raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, try not to let this get the best of you. Now stop being a bitch and being all mopey. Do your work." Geoff said with a small smile and ruffled Michael's hair as he walked out the door towards the kitchen.

Michael stared and continued to wonder who Geoff was talking about.

Sitting down, he turned on his computer and began to edit a Rage Quit.