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Busy

It occurred to me I haven’t written enough Mavin lately, so...here’s some fluffy Mavin, set in the FAHC AU.

It's their anniversary and Gavin is busy.

Their anniversary. Gavin busy.

Michael almost can't fucking believe it – almost. For some reason (his laugh, his looks, his odd curiosity, apparently endless creativity) he loves this guy.

But all the love in the world right now can't stop Michael from being angry and frustrated and, under all that, disappointed and a little bummed out.

He knows Geoff didn't assign anything for Gavin today – Jack corroborated that story – because he asked for their day off and Geoff always respects anniversaries if he can.

Which means Gavin forgot their anniversary and is fucking working.

Michael sighs and looks dejectedly down at his phone, the can't, I'm busy, boi text still shining up at him, immediately under the wanna go for lunch? text.

Michael's already cancelled the lunch reservations. He had such a nice place lined up, too, one that does all of Gavin's favourite food and all of Michael's favourite drinks and it was going to be fun and Michael was going to drag them down to Vespucci next, check out the stores and the new retro-style arcade on the corner but no.

Gavin's busy.

Michael huffs and lies down on the sofa, rolling to grab the remote and turn on the TV – it's still paused on the Game of Thrones episode they were watching last night, almost got all the way through it before they got a little distracted by each other and had to move to the bedroom.

Fuck it. Michael presses play – he'll tell Gavin about it later.

No, he's not sulking. He's busy. Busy absorbing this episode so he can thoroughly spoil it for his absent-minded boyfriend later.

Busy.

Michael's phone buzzes during his four p.m. solitary dinner – reheated leftovers – and he scoffs loudly to himself as he reads the text.

Come to Chiliad?

> No

It'll be fun, boi

> No

Michael slams his phone screen-down onto the table – it buzzes a couple of times but he pays it no mind, angrily scraping his fork against the plate as he shovels more rice into his mouth. What, now the fucker wants him to go to him? No way. No fucking way.

There's a sharp knock on his door at six and Michael yanks it open with a huff, glaring at Gavin as he crosses his arms.

“What?” He snaps, and Gavin's smile falls, his eyebrows pinching together.

“I – Michael, I came to pick you up. Didn't you get my texts?” He steps closer and Michael pointedly steps to fill the doorway, blocking Gavin from shimmying his way inside.

“No,” he says. “Didn't bother with them.”

“You're angry,” Gavin says with a frown. “Michael, what happened?”

Michael cocks an eyebrow.

“What happened?” Michael repeats. “What happened?! You fucking forgot it was our anniversary is what fucking happened!”

Gavin's mouth drops open in horror and he frantically starts shaking his head, reaching out for Michael but stopping himself before he touches him.

“I didn't forget,” he says, “Michael, I didn't forget, I – I've been – can you just come with me?”

“No,” Michael snarls, hurt and disappointed and angry and frustrated and tired of today's bullshit. “You ruined my plans.”

Gavin freezes and frowns again, glancing down at the floor.

“You made plans?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah, of course I made plans! It's our fucking anniversary, you dipshit!” Michael shouts, tossing his hands in the air.

“Oh.” Gavin fiddles with the hem of his shirt and clears his throat. “I didn't – know you had.”

“Well no shit, it was supposed to be a surprise,” Michael spits. Gavin's mouth twists and the twinge of guilt that runs through Michael almost derails his bitter self-righteousness. Almost.

“I'll see you at work tomorrow,” Michael says, stepping back to close the door in Gavin's face.

“I had a surprise, too,” Gavin blurts out, his head snapping up and hand shooting out to stop the door. “I – I had a surprise, too, Michael. I wasn't – I wasn't working, I was - “ he breaks off with a thick swallow and glances away, shuffling a little closer.

Oh.

Michael kind of thinks he should feel stupid for assuming Gavin forgot off of one text, but – but Gavin doesn't plan things. He's a spontaneous guy, buying Michael birthday gifts on the spot and taking him on dinner dates on the way back from weapons testing – Michael's never known him to plan much in their romantic affairs at all – for god's sake, their first time was in the back of Michael's car, tipsy from the bar and sweaty from the dance floor. Gavin's a random, creative guy, and Michael's the one with a little bit more thought behind his gestures. It works. It's them. It's partly why Michael loves the guy.

“Gavin Free? Planning?” He says, makes it a little teasing to clear some of the defeat in Gavin's expression. Gavin mumbles something and Michael follows up with a confused “What?”.

“I wanted it to be special,” Gavin says, louder this time. “Y'know, two years. That's kind of special.”

Michael's frustration simmers down to practically nothing – yes, he's annoyed Gavin just let him think he forgot, left uncharacteristically early at the crack of fucking dawn, but it's tempered by Gavin's obvious nerves, his fingers twisting fitfully in his shirt and his weight constantly shifting from foot to foot.

Michael supposes if Gavin's taken the day to plan something for him, it must be important.

“Let me get changed,” he says finally, and the corners of Gavin's mouth tip up into a small smile as Michael finally lets him in. To be fair, it is their place, Gavin could have just barged in with his key.

Gavin's getting himself a drink when Michael reemerges, shrugging a leather jacket on and grabbing the keys to his Adder off the counter – Gavin sets his Coke down and gestures to the keys.

“You don't need those,” he says, and Michael quirks an eyebrow.

“Well I'm sure as fuck not letting you drive me,” he says. Gavin grins and pulls out a set of keys from his jeans pocket, tossing them to Michael.

“I'm not driving,” he says.

“Holy. Shit.”

“You like it?”

“Gav, I love it,” Michael breathes, running a hand over the smooth black hood and then leaning over to splay himself on it. Gavin laughs behind him and Michael pushes himself up to perch on the edge of the hood, pulling Gavin to him by his beltloops.

“Sorry I didn't tell you I actually had a plan for once,” Gavin murmurs. Michael shakes his head and kisses him quickly on the lips.

“You were trying to surprise me,” he replies, pressing their foreheads together. “I was being an asshole.”

“A justified asshole,” Gavin mutters, and Michael huffs out a laugh.

“It's both our faults,” he says, and kisses Gavin again. “Sorry I said all that shit.”

With that, Gavin finally seems to relax, melting easily into another kiss as his hands settle on Michael's hips, pressing up against his thighs and the car. Michael places one hand on the back of Gavin's neck and lets himself indulge for a bit, his other hand braced on the hood behind him.

“Mm, fuck, Gav, the surprise,” Michael says, reluctantly breaking away. Gavin nods and pulls away with a smile, sheepishly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Michael slides off the car and saunters around to the driver's side, unlocking it with a sharp beep.

The inside is - absolutely beautiful. It's sleek as shit, all black leather and smooth, varnished dark wood, the stitching a tasteful silver. Gavin grins when he sees Michael light up, running his hands over the steering wheel and the dash and over to Gavin when he turns to kiss him.

“Jesus, you got me a car,” he breathes, pulls away from Gavin to admire the gearstick. “Did you drive it here?”

“Yeah,” Gavin says. “It's, uh, I got it black so you could – use it more often. Outside of jobs.”

“I love you,” Michael exclaims, adjusting his seat and glancing at Gavin. “I absolutely love you.”

Gavin's smile grows and he straps himself in as Michael starts up the engine – oh fuck, it even sounds amazing.

“Fuck, you modded the engine?” Michael groans, flexing his fingers on the wheel.

“Level 4,” Gavin replies, popping a stick of gum into his mouth and smirking when Michael groans again. Michael makes a mental note to suck Gavin's dick later.

“Fuck, Gavin. Chiliad, right?”

“Just to the cable cars.”

Gavin's practically vibrating with excitement the entire cable car ride, gazing at the view below them and restlessly bouncing his knee. Michael leans forward to place his hand on that knee and Gavin shoots him a smile before looking back out.

It's a gorgeous view, the sky darkening to purple to navy as the city livens up, neon signs flipping on and whole skyscrapers lighting up in vibrant colours. It would be breathtaking if Michael could take his eyes off of Gavin.

The cable screeches to a halt at the top of Chiliad, and they've barely stopped before Gavin's grabbing Michael's hand and leading him out. The wind whips around them up here, jostling the flaps of Michael's jacket and ruffling Gavin's hair as Gavin guides them out of the building to the wooden platform.

They stop by the railing and Gavin checks his watch – it's five minutes to eight – and Michael takes the chance to pin him against the railing, dipping down for a hot kiss to combat the chill of the wind. Gavin squeaks at the surprise and then loops his arms around Michael's neck, his watch cold against Michael's nape as he tugs him in closer.

Just as Michael starts to escalate it, nudging between Gavin's legs and biting gently on his lower lip, Gavin slaps at his chest, breaking away with a breathless laugh.

“Michael, you're going to miss it,” he says, glancing again at his watch. Michael kisses him again and Gavin indulges briefly before pushing him back once more. Their eyes lock and Michael keeps them pressed together everywhere else, his arms around Gavin's waist and Gavin's mouth inches from his.

A second later there's a series of small explosions and light bursts around them, illuminating the planes of Gavin's face and reflecting gold and red in his eyes.

“You're missing it,” he whispers, and Michael would argue that he's not missing a single thing, standing here staring at Gavin, but he looks away anyway, watching in quiet awe as more fireworks shoot up around them, around the entire mountain, bright reds and vivid greens offset by dazzling white and shimmery gold.

“You did all this?” Michael breathes, fascinated by the next boomboomboomboom of charges that sends fast streaks of blue into the sky, blooming into a constellation of light as it falls to earth.

“I had help,” Gavin says with a little shrug, staring at the next shot of fire that paints them in purple. “I owe Jeremy and Lindsay a few favours,” he murmurs. “And Ryan. And Trevor.”

Michael laughs and hugs him closer, kissing him as red bursts above them.

“Happy anniversary,” Gavin says when they separate, his fingers curling around Michael's shoulder.

“Happy anniversary,” Michael repeats, kissing him slower this time. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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