for the kiss meme: 36. …to give up control, any TMA ship you're feeling!
Some fluff for you
"Where do you think you're going?"
Michael paused, looking over his shoulder at Gerry, still lying recumbent in their bed, eyes slitted and sleepy and hair loose around his shoulders. He looked beautiful and tempting, and Michael quickly turned away.
"I'm going to work," he stated, which should have been obvious. He did it every single day. Gerry knew his routine, he'd heard the alarm go off. Still, Gerry shook his head.
"You're not going anywhere near the Archives until Gertrude sorts that thing out with Emma." Michael's stomach clenched at the reminder, the awful revelation that had stunned even Gertrude, the betrayal from his fellow Assistant who he'd been sure was his friend. But hearing what had happened, through the lies in Emma's voice, had dispelled any doubt he would have had. And Gertrude's icy silence had confirmed it.
He didn't know what the consequences would be, but knowing Gertrude, it would be brutal and swift.
"I haven't scheduled any time off," Michael protested, getting ready to rise again. Not that he couldn't call and give some excuse to Rosie later in the morning, but even so. It may be a workplace dedicated to an eldritch Fear entity, but it was also his job, and he felt guilty about taking an unneeded day off.
"I guarantee Gertrude won't give a shit." He heard the slide of a body over the sheets, then Gerry pressed to his back, mouthing at his neck, his morning scruff scraping against Michael's sensitive skin. His ams slipped around his waist, his warm hands settling against his middle with comfortable familiarity. "Come back to bed, sweet thing."
"Gerry," Michael moaned, high and needy, feeling like collapsing right back in Gerry's arms. "I can't-"
"Yes, you can," Gerry said over him, a warm purr right in his ear. "Oh yes you can." He was pulling Michael down, back into the nest of their blankets, sweet and sensual encouragement as he tipped Michael's head back to press a kiss to his lips. So soft and so sleepy and so, so good. Michael melted for him, sighing in pleasure both at his comfortable soft bed and the clinging tempting boyfriend. Gerry kissed him again, soft and lingering, over and over, murmuring encouragement between each kiss. "Stay with me, my love."
"You're awful," Michael protested, the last fight seeping out of him as he gave in, rolling over into the grasping tangle of his limbs. "You're a menace."
"I'm your menace," Gerry gloated, the smuggest smile on his face as he peppered kisses across his face. "All yours, all day, however you want me."
Fuck. "You're the worst," Michael hissed, pressing Gerry back against the mattress and kissing him harshly. "If I'm fired because of you, I'll make you regret this, I swear."
"How awful," Gerry snarked, sinking his fingers into Michael's curls, petting through them eagerly. "Truly the worst thing I can imagine. Please, give me a preview so I know how terrible it'll be."
Michael cracked up, giggling uncontrollably as he flopped down on top of Gerry, who was already laughing with him. He knew it was unlikely, nigh impossible to be fired from the Institute. But for Gerry he was certainly willing to try.
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gerry made a reference to being used as a ‘monster manual’ meaning he probably has an interest in dnd but ill never get to play it with him bc hes a fictional character. if theres a god out there im certain they are evil.
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