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“…I don’t know what the hell just happened. Not sure if I should even give points to that,” Jon said, staring at Michael and Gavin. Michael held his head in his hands, shaking it as he laughed.
“I don’t know what you were expecting, Jon, the card said I had to moan every word out,” Gavin replied in defense. Michael raised his head, staring at Gavin with annoyance.
“Yeah but you’re the dumbass that took it to that level, you fucking idiot,” he retorted, shaking his head at Gavin. In all truthfulness, the sounds that had come out of Gavin had done something to him, but Michael wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, especially to Gavin.
“But Micool….” Gavin pouted leaning against his friend. Michael rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“But Micool…” Michael mocked.
Jon cleared his throat. “So that’s the bar that the Cheeky Bois set, which if you can’t tell, is low, let’s see what the Real Mavin Shippers have for us,” he announced, pausing as he waited for the prompt to pop up on the screen.
How to Time Travel.
Lindsay immediately leaned over to Barbara, whispering something into the other’s ear. Barbara grinned, glancing over to Jon, who just nodded. If Michael and Gavin had been paying attention, they might have noticed that something was going on, something was being planned.
“Cheeky Bois, are you going to use your diddle card this round? You might need it,” Jon asked cheerfully, turning to Michael and Gavin. Gavin started to open his mouth, but Michael shook his head.
“No, I think we’re going to save them for the last round,” he cheerfully replied. Jon raised an eyebrow but nodded.
“Sixty seconds on the clock then, starting with Lindsay!”
“To”
“Time”
“Travel”
“You”
“Have”
“To”
DING
Michael grinned. “Fist”
Lindsay just shook her head. “A”
“Giant”
“Teddy”
“Bear.”
“Then”
“You”
“Must”
DING
“Balls” Gavin proudly announced.
“Deep”
“In”
DING
Michael was silent a few moments. “Salad.”
“Then”
“You”
“Can”
“Jump”
“Into”
DING
“Michael” Gavin instantly replied.
“Because”
“He”
“Controls”
“Time.”
“Done?”
Michael clutched his stomach, unable to stop laughing.
“Oh, dear God, what just happened?!” Jon gasped as he tried to calm himself down.
“Honestly? I’m not actually sure what happened there either, but I know a motherfucking Timelord!” Lindsay beamed, shooting rocket fingers at Michael. Michael stood up, bowing to the crowd.
“Let’s read that back…”
To time travel you have to fist a giant teddy bear. Then you must balls deep in salad. Then you can jump into Michael because he controls time. Done?
“At least we actually got to our point!” Barbara pointed out to Jon.
“Hey, if Gavin wasn’t there having sex with himself, we might have actually gotten something out!” Michael called out. “I call bullshit!”
Jon shook his head. “I’m totally giving points to the Real Mavin Shippers on that. Though five points for Gavin for the most interesting moans I’ve seen and heard so far…”
As the four of them waited for the points to tally up, Jon read an ad. Much to his annoyance, Michael and Gavin were abusing the Golden Gus, while Lindsay casually began to steal things from Jon’s desk, one item at a time. He looked at the three of them tiredly, then turned to the camera, staring straight at it.
“Let’s see those damn scores,” he announced, still staring straight into the camera.
’15 vs 69’
“You know what that means?”
Barbara and Lindsay smiled evilly at each other, then at the boys. “Oh, Jon, can I say it?” Barbara teased. Jon nodded quickly. “The Cheeky Bois suck and have to do the redemption challenge!”
Michael noticed she looked way too pleased by this than she should, causing a moment of concern to rise in Michael.
“So, since you don’t have enough points, I’m going to need both of you do the redemption challenge. It was supposed to be Gavin’s favorite game, the cookie challenge, but the girls came up with a better challenge at the beginning of the show, and I think I like that idea much more. So, for what, fifty-four points, the two of you must kiss. I’ll throw an extra thirty-one points in though, making you be at a nice even one hundred points!” Jon announced.
“It can’t be stupid either! No bullshit kissing. We want real kisses like we were promised at Extra Life,” Lindsay threw in.
“And it has to last longer than a few seconds!” Barbara added.
Gavin and Michael looked at each other with wide eyes. Neither had seen that coming, not even from a mile away. Before Gavin could react though, Michael was pulling him closer. Gavin froze completely, shocked that Michael was doing it. He could feel his heart racing, and the closer he got to Michael, the more he could have sworn that he could hear Michael’s heart. “It’s just a kiss boi,” Michael said, looking at Gavin with a small smile. Gavin stared at him, still shocked.
Michael gently swooped in, lips pressing against Gavin’s. Gavin tensed up as Michael kissed him, and for a moment, his brain went berserk. He could feel the radiating heat from Michael’s cheek. The room was silent, but right as Gavin closed his eyes, he saw Barbara whipping out her phone. Fuck it, he decided. He relaxed against Michael’s lips, kissing back.
When Gavin began kissing back, Michael forgot where he was. Instead, he hungrily dove into the kiss, something inside of him taking over. If it wasn’t for the fact that he heard a ‘whoop’ come from the audience, he was pretty sure that he would have lasted a lot longer. Pulling back from Gavin, he flushed.
Jon and Lindsay were fanning themselves jokingly, while Barbara continued to film. “And that friends is how you get Mavin to kiss,” she announced eagerly, and then promptly clicking something and dropping her phone.
“Finally! My dreams have come true!” Lindsay squealed, earning herself a glare from both the boys. Most of the crowd cheered, while some seemed to just be laughing. Michael could practically feel the people on Tumblr rejoicing right then.
“Forget eighty-five points. One thousand points to the Cheeky Bois!”