Summary: Perhaps Gavin should've known better than to make a bet with a piece of tin. Although, he can't say he wasn't satisfied with the outcome. A//N Just a ship from DBH. Good game. I recommend it. Also rk900 is called Conan in this because "ah, f-fuck rk900.." isn't that fluid :) Word Count: 3128 TW: kind of public humility (only small though), swearing, dom/sub, teeny weeny bit of degrading, bit of praise too, semi public sex

tom is an introvert. a blank sheet. tord is an enigma. a mystery. what happens when the two become neighbours? pastel!tord x tom. disclaimer: this is not my fanfic, it is a reupload, the original author left and deleted their account.

Read the title? If I use other people's stories I'll make sure to put their account names on it. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS PLEASE LET ME KNOW- I REALLY NEED HELP KNOWING WHAT TO WRITE