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It had been a bit of a whirlwind romance. It blew up quickly. One night bevs, the next a date, then they were sitting on the couch kissing like their lives depended on it. There was no real reason their paths should have ever crossed in the first place, but they were glad it had.
Gavin was the bouncy, eccentric son of a wealthy English man. A rich little entrepreneur. He knew exactly what he was doing with his life and where he was going. He knew he could find it in Los Santos, using his parents money to life a lavish lifestyle until he could get his own work to take off.
Michael was the kid who got way too big for his britches and found himself at the mercy of Geoff Ramsey, the most fearsome man in the county. But one risky wise crack landed him on Ramsey’s good side and he soon became the newest member of the Fake AH Crew.
They both found themselves at the same bar one night. Gavin was out, determined to get at least one new phone number in that fancy, rich-kid gadget of his. Michael was out, drinking to get drunk, with Ray to get him home when he got wasted enough
Michael had spotted him from across the bar and, after staring at him for nearly ten minutes, Ray bet him $20 he didn’t have the guts to buy him a drink. Michael could turn down a dare, but he could never turn down a bet.
So he sidled right up to the Lad and offered to buy him a drink. When he just shrugged and asked for a Coke, Michael laughed. Gavin fell in love with his laugh, and Michael fell in love with Gavin.
Love at first sight was such a Disney fairy tale and both boys knew it. Yet here they were, two dates in, alone in Michael’s little apartment.
Michael straddled Gavin on the couch, holding his face in both hands as he kissed him. The TV was playing on mute in the background, casting a flickering light on the two. He grinned as Gavin’s fingertips pressed harder into his thighs. He took it as an invitation to move his own hands down, his fingers lingering a bit to trace his collar bone.
Gav didn’t pull back until Michael began tugging his shirt upward slowly. “Don’t you think you should buy me a drink first?” He planted his palms against the older man’s chest, pushing him back an inch.
“I bought you a drink already.” He rolled his eyes, settling on just toying with the hem of Gav’s shirt.
“Isn’t it a three date rule though?”
“Dude. If you don’t want to, just say so.” Michael slowly crawled his fingers back up to Gavin’s shoulders.
“Nah, it’s fine, I’m just saying. I thought that was the rule.”
“Gavin. If I try to take your shirt off again, will you start stalling again?”
“I’m not stalling.”
“That’s a yes. Jesus.” He rolled off him, landing beside him on the couch. He tried to frown at the younger man, but one look at him and his mouth twitched into a smile. “You’re a piece of shit.”
Gavin shrugged and scooted right up next to the other man. “You don’t even know me though, really. Aren’t you supposed to get to know someone before getting into their pants?”
“I know your name.” He draped an arm around the younger. “It’s Grabbin Bees, right?”
Gavin laughed and shook his head. He nuzzled his head into Michael’s chest and hummed softly. “I’m gonna be famous someday, Michael.”
“You know that?”
“Yeah. Maybe not, you know, like, Jimmy Stewart famous but-.”
“Jimmy Stewart famous?”
“Well, yeah. Everyone knows Jimmy Stewart. I wont be classic like that. But I’m gonna be famous.” He curled into Michael’s side, dragging his legs up onto the couch.
“What’re you gonna be famous for?”
“I’m gonna be a cameraman.” He felt the laugh coming on that always followed that statement. “No, really. I’m gonna work on movies and shows. And I’m going to do all kinds of things with my camera. Have you ever seen a Phantom Flex, Michael? I’m gonna get one and then I’m gonna film all sorts of things in slow mo. And it’s gonna be beautiful. It’s so expensive though.”
Michael had no real interest in anything he’d just said but the spark that took to Gavin’s eyes and made the green shine like a gem was enough to nearly melt him into a little puddle. “Your parents are loaded. Ask them to buy you the camera?”
Gavin shook his head. “It’s got to be mine, Michael. I need to do it myself.” He leaned into Michael’s touch as he began carding his fingers through his hair. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you want to do?”
He paused for a moment, thinking. “I don’t really have anything I want to do.”
Gav pulled back in astonishment. “What do you mean?”
“There’s nothing I really want to do, I guess.”
“Then what are you working for?”
“Nothing, really.”
“What do you do?”
He hesitated, weighing the options of telling Gavin what he actually did quickly deciding against it. “I do sort of freelance work. Just… You know… Going where I’m needed.”
“But what do you live for? Everyone has something they want out of life.”
“Maybe other people do,” He fluffed Gavin’s hair. “Not me.”
They were silent for a few minutes before Gavin spoke up. “That’s sad. We can find you something!”
“Gavin.”
“No, really! What are you supposed to do if you don’t have anything to strive for? We can find something.” He pushed back to scoot onto Michael’s lap and stare at him. “I won't have you wasting your life away, Michael… Eh…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Michael, you’ve never told me your last name.”
“Tuggey.” He answered, almost too quickly.
“Really? Okay.” His voice raised again to proper scolding level. “Michael Tuggey! I won't stand for it!”