Dedicated as a thank you for being so inspirational when I first joined Wattpad, even without realising, and also as an apology for not updating my other story in so long. Hope you enjoy it!
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   "Right," He announced. "Let's get this show on the road. Only a small heist, but we could do with the money anyway. Not to mention our reputation seems to have faded a little-"

   "Shouldn't we do something big, then? Come back with a bang?" Gavin interrupted, propping his elbows up on the table. Ryan nodded next to him, secretly wishing for a big job so he could quit his murder break.

   "Well, I don't know, I was planning to do this tomorrow or maybe even later today, if we do something big, it could take a couple more weeks of planning. I mean, I am your boss and you have to do as I say whether you like it or not, but it's your choice, really."

   "I think we should do something big, something impressive. Hit one of the banks, maybe." Michael inputted from his seat next to Gavin, who nodded and looked back at Geoff excitedly.

   "Oh, oh, please? We haven't done one of those in a while, and you know how much I love crowd control." Gavin grinned.

   "Well, let's see. I suppose we should have all the supplies and everything," Geoff looked at Jack, who nodded, before he continued. "It just depends on what the rest of you think. I'm not opposed to it that much, as long as the conditions are right."

   "It certainly would reinstate us. . ." Ryan mused, smirking. "And I always enjoy an exciting heist."

   "Jeremy?!" Gavin turned to the dark-haired man eagerly, who shrugged, smiled, and leant forward in his chair.

   "I mean, why not, right? Jack, how 'bout you?"

   "Sure, I'm in. Can't exactly say no now, can I?" He laughed.

   "Alright, we're on. I'll call another meeting soon, to discuss. Gavin, can you stay behind for a moment? The rest of you are dismissed."

   "Yes, Mrs Ramsey." Jeremy snorted.

   "Did Gavin not do his homework again?" Michael piped up, sniggering, and Geoff laughed heartily before shooing them out of his office and shutting the door behind them.

   "Gav, do you want to help make the plans? I know you're good at planning these kinds of heists, and I know you love doing them. . ."

   "Really? That'd be top, Geoff! I'll get started right away!" Gavin swiped the map off the table and turned to exit, but Geoff stopped him.

   "Bring the plans back here to check with me before you show the guys, okay?" Gavin nodded eagerly and Geoff shook his head, smiling at the lad as he left, eager to start his work.

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Gavin was sitting next to Michael on the couch, watching him play video games with Jeremy. Or, rather, he was staring, enthralled, at the tattoos on his arms, deep in abstract thought. The more he looked at them, the more beautiful they seemed; bright reds, deep blues, vivid greens, solid blacks, every bit of each one was beautiful through Gavin's eyes. He absentmindedly reached out to stroke a finger across one, Michael's smooth, hairless skin still unexpected to him, despite knowing the man for almost five years now. Michael's arm muscles twitched under the light, ticklish touch of Gavin's tanned fingers, and he looked down at the blonde man, cocking his head and smiling bemusedly.

   "Uh, can I help you?" Gavin stared up at Michael's face and blushed, pulling his hand away sharply.

   "No, sorry, I just. . . Like your. . . Tattoos. . ." Gavin trailed off quietly, looking at the couch and picking at one of the scratches in the dark leather. Michael furrowed his eyebrows, still confused, but smiled and picked up his game controller again.

   "Oh, well, thanks, I guess." He turned his attention back to the game onscreen, and was soon lost in shouting and cursing at Jeremy for 'elbowing him' and 'making him lose'. Gavin shook his head at his friends, smiling, but feeling a little. . . off. He didn't know why, he hadn't forgotten anything, or, at least, he thought he hadn't. As he'd said before, much to the utmost amusement of the crew, it's hard to remember what you've forgotten.

   Gavin went through a mental list of things he had to remember to do. He had to plan the heist for Geoff, but he'd already done that, and he was going to show him later. He'd remembered to turn the bedroom light off after he'd got dressed, and he'd remembered to turn his bathroom tap off after he brushed his teeth, so what was wrong?

   "Micool?" Gavin said, the concerned tone getting the attention of his boi, who ceased his shouting and turned round to meet Gavin's eyes. "I haven't. . . Forgotten anything, have I?"

   "Forgotten anything? No, I don't think so, why?"

   "I'm feeling a little off, but I don't know why. I thought maybe it was because I'd forgotten something. Never mind. I think I'm gonna go to my room for a little while."

   "Oh, are you okay? You're not sick, or anything?"

   "No, I don't think so. Thanks, though." Gavin smiled, although it didn't feel genuine, and turned to head upstairs to his bedroom, feeling a little sad, for reasons he didn't know.

   When he got to his room, Gavin wearily opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the edge of his double bed. His heart felt heavy in his chest, and his breathing was noticeably quicker than usual. He flopped onto his back, a wave of sadness that he wasn't prepared for bringing a painful lump to his throat and stinging tears to his eyes.

   "What the hell is wrong with you?" He thought. "Pull yourself together, you mong! Nothing is happening! What the Christ is even upsetting you?!" Gavin's body felt heavy and lifeless, and he sniffed as confused, frustrated tears started to slide down his cheeks. He wiped them away hurriedly, before getting up and trudging over to the door, shutting it, and going to lay down on his bed again. He pulled back the covers with weak arms, and clambered in underneath them, shoes and everything, snuggling into the other pillow that he wasn't laying on. He let his body take over as he muffled his cries with the pillow, the tears now fully streaming down his face.

   Gavin had never been very good at hiding his emotions and therefore wasn't very good at crying quietly. He supposed that was because he'd never had a reason to before. However, no matter the reason, Gavin found it harder and harder to dampen the small mewls, whimpers and hiccups that escaped his lips with the pillow, and feared that, soon, one of the other crew members would walk in and find him. He didn't know why, but something told him he didn't want that, so he did what he could as the feelings worsened until he was practically screaming, nearly suffocating himself with the pillow, so far was it pressed into his face.

   "M-Micool!" He called out loudly, and momentarily stopped everything, shocked at what had just happened.

   "What?!" He shook his head confusedly and looked around, but his emotions were still in control of his body, however, and he soon returned to his previous state just as quickly.

   "Micool. . ." He whimpered, digging his nose back into the pillow and gritting his teeth with his eyes squeezed shut. Something tugged at his heart with each sob, and with every inhale, he felt himself growing lightheaded. The hyperventilating halted momentarily as Gavin coughed, bringing up small strings of saliva from his open mouth, but he barely noticed.

   "Micool!" He screamed, his body shaking, wracked with pain, as he curled up on himself jerkily. "Micool!" Gavin writhed around, wrapping and unwrapping his arms from around his middle, curling and uncurling his legs, anything to try and take the pain away. He was slipping away, further and further into his own head, the room spiralling around him, before, suddenly, he was brought down to Earth by one sound.

   "G-Gavin?!"

   Gavin looked up at the doorway, or rather, the silhouette of a man standing in it. Russet curls shone golden in the light from the hallway, and although his face was in shadow due to the darkness of Gavin's room, Gavin could tell before he even looked up that it was Michael. He had put his brown leather jacket on since Gavin last saw him, and the British man couldn't take his eyes off him, not that he wanted to anyway. Michael's clothing and his stockiness made him seem so strong, not to mention his powerful stance in the doorway; legs spread apart slightly, arms crossed over his chest. Gavin felt his cheeks grow hot, and he buried himself under the blanket again as Michael walked over to him, shutting the door after himself and perching on the edge of the bed.

   "Gavin, what's wrong?" Gavin felt a warm hand rest on his shoulder and he inhaled shakily.

   "Micool." He whimpered.

   "Shh. I'm here, Gav. I got you." The bed next to the British man shifted and he blushed again as Michael climbed under the covers next to him, feeling an arm wrap around his middle and pull him close.

   "There we go. It'll be okay, you'll be okay." Michael whispered to him gently, and Gavin relaxed a little in his grasp, opening his eyes and looking at Michael with tearful green orbs of pain.

   "Micool. . ."

   "What happened Gav? What monsters hurt my smiley boi? I'll get them, Gavvy, I promise. I'll get them and I'll chase them away. Mikey's gonna make sure they never come back." Michael squeezed him and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. Gavin hesitantly shifted closer to Michael, and the older man took the hint, pulling him closer till their faces were only a couple of inches from each other and feeling his heart lurch at the sight of his boi's red, tear streaked face as he tried to speak.

   "I don't-I don't. . ."

   "You don't what? What is it?"

   "I d-don't know. . ." Gavin sobbed, gripping the front of Michael's shirt.

   "You don't know? You don't know what happened?" Gavin nodded and Michael sighed, smiling sadly and rubbing his back.

   "It's okay, don't worry. I'll help you, okay? Remember, if you ever feel like that again, I'm always here for you buddy."

   "T-Thank you. . ." Gavin buried his head into Michael shoulder, and the older man froze in surprise, but relaxed and put both his arms around the Brit a moment later. Their legs tangled together as Gavin pressed himself as close as he could to Michael, as if he believed the older man would disappear if he got too far away, and every time Gavin shifted or squirmed, Michael would stroke the back of his head and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Michael laid with him until he felt Gavin's breathing match his own, and he had almost stopped crying, save a few shuddering breaths and occasional hiccups. When he believed Gavin had almost returned to normal, Michael made to get up, but Gavin gripped him tightly.

   "Please Michael, don't go, don't leave me, Michael. . ." The redhead smiled and laid back down, touching his nose playfully to the Brit's.

   "I'm not going anywhere 'till you're ready, Gav. Just let me take my jacket off." Gavin released his hold on the older man, and he shucked off his leather jacket, before resting his head down, barely moving it any further away from where it was when their noses were touching. Gavin opened his eyes and blushed at the proximity, and suddenly, everything felt enhanced. Everywhere Michael's body touched his tingled, like pins and needles, and as he gazed at Michael's slightly chapped yet inviting lips, Gavin felt an uncontrollable urge to press his own lips against them. Michael noticed how close they were and chuckled as Gavin looked into his eyes, cheeks red.

"Hey, Gavin." Michael hummed. Gavin furrowed his eyebrows and, with an enormous amount of self-control, looked away, scolding himself mentally.

   "Something wrong?" Michael asked, the sound of the New Jersey accent Gavin loved so much only fuelling his urges and making his situation worse. Gavin turned back around to answer, and immediately realised it was a mistake. Michael's amber eyes shone with concern, and his bare arms showed off muscle and those damned tattoos Gavin couldn't seem to stop being infatuated with. The freckles dashed across Michael's pale cheeks and nose seemed to compliment his eyes in the most interesting way, and Gavin was suddenly very aware of the way that their legs were tangled together, and how Michael's chest was up against his, and how their faces were only inches apart. . .

   And then Michael, purely out of habit, chose the worst time to lick his lips.

   And then there was nothing Gavin could do to stop himself. He plunged forwards and pressed his lips firmly onto Michael's, kissing him roughly and earnestly, intending to get as much as possible before Michael pulled away. That, however, did not go to plan, as Michael unexpectedly grabbed his hips and rolled Gavin onto his back, taking control of the kiss and making it much slower and more passionate, before raising his head and pulling away. Gavin felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he fought it back down and blushed heavily instead. Michael coughed and looked away, embarrassed, and they both sat in awkward silence, Michael straddling Gavin's hips. A few moments later, they both tried to speak, simultaneously.

   "Do you want to- Oh." Michael chuckled nervously, and Gavin tried again.

   "Do you want to. . . To. . ." He trailed off, covering his red face with his hands.

   "Do that again. . ?"  Michael finished, and Gavin nodded.

   "Why is that even a question?" The older man moved Gavin's hands away from his face and placed them around his hips as he leant back down to meet the Brit's lips once again. The second kiss was much lighter, loving rather than needing. Gavin ran his hands slowly up to rest on Michael's shoulders, and both men smiled into the kiss, blushing modestly. And after both men pulled away, they just lay together, looking into each others eyes and smiling.

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Jeremy walked up the stairs to go get Gavin and Michael to come down for dinner. He padded along the hallway and turned the knob of Gavin's bedroom door, freezing at the sight inside.

   Michael and Gavin, laying in Gavin's bed together, gazing into each other's eyes with their arms around each other's hips. Their chests rising and falling against each other as they breathed in sync, legs tangled together, foreheads touching. Jeremy could practically see the little love hearts and fireworks going off around them.

   Jeremy's heart warmed at the sweet scene and he felt a wide grin creep up into his face as he had to keep himself from openly fangirling at the whole situation. He silently pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him. Dinner could wait for those two, they'd come down when they were ready.

   When Jeremy got back downstairs, he desperately wanted to tell the others what he saw, but he kept his mouth shut and ate his dinner as if nothing happened, brushing off the absence of the other two lads with a joke about them having sex but not wanting everyone to know. He was sure everyone would find out with time, though, and kept the photo on his phone to himself, looking at it and smiling occasionally throughout the rest of the evening.

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Michael and Gavin didn't come out of Gavin's room until the next morning. They spent the night in each other's arms, and in each other's dreams, too. When Gavin woke up, so close to Michael that they were almost fused into one person, the first thing he saw was a pair of soft brown eyes, flecked with gold. And as he felt Michael kiss his lips softly, he thought to himself:

"I could get used to this."