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He knew what would happen if Michael were caught, still holding him though. He’d have it his own way. He was the prince, after all. Gavin would happily use his power to not let Michael die so that he can kiss him another day.

Rubbing his thumbs on Michael’s hips, Gavin hummed and barely shook his head before moving to press another kiss to his mouth.

“I’d rather be here. With you.”

words caught in his mouth as gavin sealed their mouths together again. he whined in protest before pressing a hand against gavin’s chest, pushing him away. 

“believe me,” michael hissed, wiping his mouth. “forgive me, your highness, i can’t do this. we can’t.”

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Pressing his hips back against Michael’s hands, he smiled, mouth opening more. He was vocal, not caring if anyone else heard. He just cared about Michael. Whining, he followed his lips, needing the kiss, his tongue, the taste. Every ounce of Michael.

the noises pouring from gavin’s mouth made the other lad smile almost deviously. it was nice to hear someone fall apart at his fingertips. 

michael grinned widely as gavin chased away him. a large smirk remained on his face, and michael nipped at gavin’s lower nip teasingly. 

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Gavin bit his lip, looking away and sighing deeply. “How do you know, Michael? Have you even seen any?” Maybe he was a little offended. But it was probably because of the fact that he hasn’t told Michael and telling him won’t turn out well. He’s sure of it. How is he going to prove to him?

“no, i fucking haven’t,” michael grunted. he crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at gavin with annoyance. “because they’re not fucking real.”

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Gavin stared at Michael, shifting on his feet and sighing. He didn’t really know what else to do or say to Michael. Reaching to Michael, he smiled a bit.

“I don’t know either. It’s…I want to be close to you. To get attention from you… is that…the start of love?”

“i guess,” michael murmured. “what...what the fuck is wrong with you, gavin?”

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“Michael, please,” he huffed, blushing brightly.

Swallowing while he had the chance, Gavin wrapped his arms around Michael, pulling him closer to kiss him deeper. He needed the taste, the reminder that he was loved. That he was Michael’s. He was perfect the kiss everything he wanted.

having gavin this close, michael’s hands slipped into gavin’s back pockets. he groped with a mischievous grin on his lips. licking into gavin’s mouth, michael leaned back a little bit, grinning as he baited gavin to chase his tongue. 

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Gavin was about to reach for Michael when he turned around, hand stopping and almost withdrawing. Maybe he shouldn’t push it, but he needed something.

“I…how do you want me to love you? Can you just…help me understand? I don’t. Michael, I haven’t even…Christ, how do you love someone?”

with a confused look, michael stopped. his eyes raked over gavin’s form, eyebrows knitting, albeit he already looked pretty fucking confused. 

“i... i don’t know, gav,” michael mumbled, “it’s just... loving someone. just.. wanting someone’s attention, and love, and to be close? i don’t know.”

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“I would, Michael.”

Laughing, he followed him, before falling against the door, staring at him and gasping, eyes wide. “Any ideas then, Michael?”

“just be pretty like you usually are,” michael grinned.

pinning gavin’s hips to the door, michael pressed their bodies together. his mouth sought gavin’s, pressing an open mouthed kiss to gavin’s. it was a hungry kiss, needy, and seeking.

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Groaning, Gavin followed after Michael. He wasn’t done with this. “Michael, I just don’t know how to explain this. I can’t. I don’t. Just…” pausing in his thoughts, he wasn’t even sure at he could do. “Michael, just….help?”

michael had gotten to the door of his bedroom, hand resting on the doorframe as he turned around to glare at gavin. 

“how the fuck am i suppose to help you? you don’t love me.”

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“I love you so much,” he whispered, not wanting their brief kiss to end. Taking a moment he was quick to follow Michael, smiling and walking with him. He loved every moment with him. “Of course Michael. What are we doing?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?”

with a large grin, michael pulled gavin into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. suddenly moving, michael shoved the younger against the door, hands on his hips with a large grin on his lips. 

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“God, no Michael. Michael, you’re not listening.” He couldn’t even explain it properly and he hated everything about this. “I don’t…know how to explain it Michael. I don’t bloody know but I just can’t love. I don’t think I can! It’s impossible! Not the way you want me to love you.”

"i am fucking listening!" michael almost hissed. "you're fucking horrible at explaining!"

with a sigh, michael pushed up on the couch. he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned, heading towards his bedroom without a word. maybe he could just fucking sleep all of it off.

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“It’s kit for you to love me, Michael. I know you love me. I want to make sure you’re happy. I love making you happy. I love you.” Sighing, Gavin smiled, barely pressing into the kiss, wanting more. He wouldn’t push it for now, though.

“i love you, too,” michael whispered against gavin’s lips. “c’mon, gavvy,” michael murmured. his wrapped around gavin’s wrist, tugging on it and pulling the younger towards his bedroom.

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Groaning, Gavin ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He wasn’t sure how to explain it to Michael. How to explain how he thought he was too damaged to be able to love the way Michael wanted him to.

Trying to collect his thoughts, his words, he took a few moments. “Michael, I…I can’t love you the same. I don’t have…I don’t think I have the capacity anymore. I’m interested. God, am I interested in you, but I can’t… I don’t think I can give you what you want from me. I’m damaged, Michael.”

“what the fuck does that mean?” michael laughed humorlessly, angry and frustrated at gavin’s useless explanation. “what? you’ll only fucking like me if i fuck you into your fucking mattress?”

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“I worry Michael.” He could feel how vulnerable he was for Michael. It was something that he would only let Michael see as well. Sighing, he leaned closer, letting his eyes flutter close for a few moments. “I’ll stop for you, love. And me. But mostly for you. Anything for you.”

“do it for yourself, gavin. don’t just do it for me to love you,” michael whispered. gently, michael pulled gavin back towards hand. hands cupped gavin’s face, and he leaned in, brushing their lips together gently. 

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“Michael, shit, I don’t love anyone. I’ve never loved anyone. Do you even think in a job that I have, where I sleep with everyone, gives me time to fall in love? Because you’re bloody daft if you think so.” Shaking his head, he laughs. “If you want me to sleep with you, I will. Hell, I’ll only sleep with you. But I can’t…I don’t love like you do.”

at the laugh, michael looked away and sank into the couch. a hand came up to run a hand through his hair, wanting to ignore what gavin was telling him.

"i don't want to sleep with you," michael almost growled out, and frowned even more at gavin's words. "what...what does that mean? you can't love me like i love you? i get it, gavin, if you're telling me you're not interested. just fucking say it."

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Gavin relaxed the hold he had on Michael, slowly moving a hand to his cheek. Sighing, he laughed a bit.

“I know I don’t have to do anything, Michael. I do it to keep you, us, safe. I want to make sure we’re all okay. And I get everything. I can’t lose you Michael.” Pausing, he sighed. “But…I’ll stop. For you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“we’ll be fine without it, gav, i promise,” michael whispered, hands coming up to cup the sides of gavin’s face. he sighed softly, gently pressing a kiss to gavin’s cheek. “please stop for me, and yourself.”

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“Surprised? How?” Gavin couldn’t even fathom how Michael was confused. And maybe he was bitter about it, just like the other looked.

"that you don't love me back," michael murmured, running a hand through his hair. "gavin free, the golden boy who sleeps with everyone, and falls for everyone. except me. whatever, gav, i'm going the fuck to sleep."

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Staring at Michael, listening to his words, Gavin paused. He wasn’t sure what to think, taking a step closer and wrapping his arms around him. “Michael, I’m sorry. You’ve just…gotta do what you need to. For the…job.” As much as sometimes he didn’t want to do it, he did want to get what he wanted. What would help the crew. And he’d do anything for his boys. For Michael.

with a small noise, michael stiffened as gavin wrapped his arms around him. it took him a bit before he relaxed against the other, hands coming up to push gavin away a little bit. 

“you don’t have to do anything, gavin.” michael breathed. “don’t do it anymore, for me.”

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