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It was never a secret Gavin Free was bisexual. It's not like he flaunted the fact, but he never hid it either. If you were to ask him you would get a toothy grin and a 'yeah mate! Will that be a problem?' and it never was.
It was, however, a secret that Michael Jones was, not bisexual, but gay. Nobody knew this was the reason him and Lindsay split up not long before they were set to wed, or that Michael would go through gay bars searching for men just to confirm his sexuality again and again, or that barley two months after Michael discovered that he was gay he also discovered he was very much in love with Gavin Free. And to think, all it it took was one drunk night.
"GAVIN!!!!!!!!" Michael yelled, the common sounds bouncing around the office, as the Brit squeaked out laughter from his chair.
"YOU LITTLE FUCK! All my hard work, gone!" Michael groaned, gripping his controller hard as Gavin grinned goofily at him.
"Awwww, Micoo! All I did was give you a little love tap with my diamond sword. You're the one that just fell over dead like the silly sausage you are!" Gavin practically cooed from his seat, picking up every bit of gubbins Michael's character dropped in Minecraft. Michael snorted from his seat. No matter, Ray was about to win anyways.
"AAAAAND RAY WINS!" Geoff booms loudly, and Gavin of course squeaks in surprise, not paying attention to anybody but his little Micoo.
"WOT? No I had it!" Gavin groans, and everybody chuckles at his dumbstruck expression, Michael a little louder than everybody else.
"You dumb fuck! If you had payed attention you would've realized you should've went after Ray instead of me!" He chokes out between laughter.
"Alright, we understand, Gavin is dumb, now back to achievement city!" Geoff says, leading the way, and Michael lets his gaze linger a little longer on Gavin before turning back to the screen.
"We're still up for bevs after work, right my little micoo?" Gavin asked, his big stupid grin back.
"Of course Gavvy Wavvy! You're my boi, wouldn't miss it for the world!" He grins back, and he meant it. Though, it wasn't until later that night, that he realized how much he meant it, and how deep his feelings were.
He doesn't remember much from that night. He does however remembered swinging his arm around Gavin, yelling something about him being 'his boi' to cheers from Gavin himself as he laughed at some joke that he doesn't remember. He remembers grinning as Gavin grabs onto him stumbling around, slurring his words, making it even harder to understand his gibberish that usual. Most importantly he remembers stopping cold when Gavin suddenly licked his lips after a drink, his eyes cloudy. Michael couldn't help but stare, and he felt as though he was reevaluating his whole perspective on the young Brit.
Had Gavin's hair always looked that good on him? And when did his accent start sounding so ...sexy? Most importantly, why did he have these stupid butterflies fluttering around in his stomach as Gavin's face brushed past his to tell him a secret (Which just was "I'm drunk Micoo!")? His mind didn't offer him answers that night when he was drunk out of his mind, nor the next morning when his head felt like it was being smashed with infinite hammers. It did however offer one single thought as he layed in his bed, trying to block out any lights that seemed hell bent on making his hangover worse.
"I am so fucking fucked."