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Jack catalogs Burnie as an “innocent bystander” to the failure that was Michael’s attempt to sweet talk the man into, well sweets. Michael should have known better which is reason number one as to why he feels no sympathy for Michael and his current “trappings”.
It had been a normal day with everyone around the office. Geoff was running through a new game, getting a feel of it so he and Burnie could do their Let’s play scheduled for that week. Ray was doing some tweeting under the Achievement Hunter twitter and Jack was trying to get some of the Trails editing done before the end of the day.He had his headphones on so he would be engrossed till the the editing was done. Ryan was out of the office working with Gus and Joel. Gavin was giggling madly at his computer screen and when Geoff turn to look at his lads screen he found it turned down and to the side.
"What are you doing Gav," Geoff asked, the exasperated sigh coming along without Geoff’s permission. A cackling Gavin was a Gavin that Geoff usually had to put an end too before seeing the fruition of the cackling.
"Nothing," Gavin said, grabbing his computer monitor and turning it more from Geoff’s view. "Nothing of interest," he said lamely and Geoff shook his head.
"Whatever your cackling about it, stop it and get it out of your head," Geoff warned. The tattooed man turned back to his screen mumbling something about how "being past lunch time warranted a beer" and "fucking Gavin".
Gavin didn’t bother to retort. He closed the tab and bounded from the Achievement Hunter office to find their redheaded ball of rage and Jersey. The Brit found his little ball of rage trying to coerce Ben into making a better banner for the boys rage-quit page.
"Mi-cool," Gavin said, draping himself over Michael’s back. The rage-quitter huffed.
"Thought I left you back in the office," he commented.
"I’ve got a dare for you," Gavin sang happily.
Ben had enough presence about him to tell Michael he’d get on that banner and shoo their antics out of the webmasters office with a “Nobody wants to see that”.
"Except Geoff," commented one of the others in the office.
"And Ryan and Jack," another said with a chuckle.
"Don’t forget Ray," the fourth person in the room said.
"We get it," Michael said and hauled Gavin up onto his back in a piggy back manor and carried him out of the office. "What is this bet Gavino," he asked walking towards the steps that would take them back to their office, "and does it require me to run myself into a wall?"
"Nope," Gavin said, "you just need to get Burnie to buy you a cake."
Michael stopped a few steps down and tilted his head to catch Gavin out of the corner of his eye. “A cake,” he repeated warily.
"Yup," Gavin said, adding a head nod like a three year old.
"Okay," Michael said with a shake of his head, "and what do I get when I win this bet?"
"Me," Gavin said cheerfully, "all night, whatever you want to do with me."
"Whatever," Michael said.
"Whatever you want," Gavin confirmed, "I’ll inform the others if you win and it’ll be all you, in me, however hard you fucking want to go at me."
Michael kept his eyes forward knowing Gavin was grinning at the heat rushing to his face and the blood rushing to his dick. There weren’t many times Michael had Gavin all to himself with the Brits consent to do whatever the fuck he wanted to him.
"Alright," Michael said," should we go find him now?"
"Yes, but don’t you wanna know what I’m gonna get in return when you fail this bet," Gavin asked.
"Not gonna happen," Michael said, turning to head back up the stairs.
"Humor me," Gavin said.
Michael rolled his eyes but prompted Gavin to spit out the other part of the bet. Instead of saying it out loud, Gavin leaned in to his Jersey boys ear and spoke his demand.
"Fuck that," Michael said, dropping Gavin down onto the floor. Gavin sprung back up and away from the stairs he had nearly fallen down, to his Michael.
"You already took the bet," Gavin chimed, "so if you don’t you’re gonna have to do that anyway."
Michael glared at the Brit but he knew a bet was a bet. It was always a serious thing between him and Gavin and he wasn’t going to throw that feeling away over a bet that involved- He shook it from his mind and went to find Burnie. The once CEO was gonna get him a bloody cake or he’d be finding his tires slashed.
It turned out that Burnie was made of ever harder stuff than Michael’s own mother when it came to giving the rage-quitter a delicious, concentrated amount of sugar in a round, fluffy form. Jack found this hilarious as he lounged with Gavin on the big sofa, watching Michael take his punishment for losing the bet.
It was just him, Gavin, and Michael when they got home since Ryan had to stay late and help Joel and Gus for a camera shot in a upcoming short and Geoff had dragged Ray along to the store to pick up groceries. Jack took the beer Michael had handed him and looked to Gavin who was nursing a Vodka and Orange. “Where did you even get it,” Jack asked.
"Internet," Gavin replied and called for Michael again.
The rage-quitter came from behind the wall separating the kitchen and the living room dressed in his losers outfit. It consisted of thin black fabric hugging his torso and flaring out at the bottom with the help of wire fabric. It didn’t go very far below his buttocks so it showed the young lads hairy legs, until ones eyes reached under the knee where the black boots started. The rage-quitter balanced pretty well on the heels the boots contained. There was a white bow tied on the back of the young lad that attached to the front white half-apron of the outfit. The upper part of the outfit was see through showing off the males hairy chest as-well.
Michael was glowering in their direction and Jack thought about how perfect the situation was when Michael cocked a hip and put his hand on it, a feather duster attached to his wrist by a ribbon. “What,” the young lad hissed.
"Now, now," Gavin said with a straight face, "that’s no way to talk to your employer is it my dear." He took a sip and then said, "I was just talking to my Jack," Gavin ran a hand behind Jack’s ear making the older gent shiver.
Jack growled and pulled Gavin to him, his hands gripping the Brit tightly. He was not in on this bet so therefore would not be played with like that. Gavin let out a very soft moan but never took his eyes from Michael.
"He mentioned that you missed a spot behind the television," Gavin said. Michael looked like he was ready to launch himself at Gavin but the Brit continued. "That’s okay my dear, its a very hard spot to reach," Gavin’s grin turned lecherous, "one has to bend over to reach it when we want it cleaned.”
Michael and Gavin had a staring match before the rage-quitter relented. Somewhere in the staring match, Michael made the decision to make Gavin regret ever coming up with this maid outfit idea and sauntered over to the entertainment stand.
"Of course Sir," he said and bent down showing off his bare ass. "It is a very hard place to reach,” Michael said, his voice an octave higher when he heard Gavin let out a very content sound. The rage quitter wiggled his ass and lifted one of his feet from the ground, like a girl would do when being kissed and pushing his buttock out, for more definition. “Very very hard to reach, sir,” he said.
"Very good," Gavin said moving away from Jack who was admiring the view with a grin, "but that is clean enough." Gavin turned so that he was facing Jack this time and pushed the man back into a relaxing position and undid his top button.
"What," Jack said stupidly but Gavin just gave him a grin and unzipped Jack’s pants to pull his dick out.
"However, you missed another spot," Gavin said teasingly, his fingers running gently over Jack’s erection, "and we can’t have that now can we?"
"No sir," Michael said strutting over to the two of them.
Gavin twisted his hand into the mesh-net of the maid out and pulled Michael down so that he was bent over, ass showing, this time towards the hallway and the kitchen. Jack’s eye fluttered shut as Gavin hooked his finger into Michael’s mouth and brought it down to Jack’s dick. “You’ve gotta make sure you clean every last bit,” Gavin said.
Gavin removed his finger allowing Michael’s mouth to close around Jack’s erection and he took the beer from the man’s hand. He put it over on the side table where his vodka and orange was resting, grabbed the lube resting beside it, and moved to get behind Michael. “Get him good and clean,” Gavin ordered, “but make sure you take it slow- you don’t wanna miss a spot do you?”
Michael pulled away and Jack let out a growl. “No sir,” Michael said with such false innocence it forced all of Gavin’s blood that had not been anywhere near his dick, into his dick.
"Good boy," Gavin said, slicking his fingers with lube. Michael hummed around Jack’s erection making the older man spaz out and curl his fingers into the fabric of the sofa. "Fuck," he managed, "do it again, fuck, again." Gavin laughed and slipped a finger into Michael, twisting and twirling it around like the tease he was.
"Its okay," Gavin said, "you can hum why you work." Michael did just that and Jack was getting close, Gavin could see it. He pushed in another finger and ordered Michael to stop working Jack’s erection.
"Fuck, fuck," Jack hissed as Michael pulled away to keep the man from his release. The red head had done this at Gavin’s order and Jack could have hit them both. His body was wired with restlessness and he needed this release. "Gavin, fuck, you shit," Jack cursed. He reached down to finish the job since Gavin was being an asshole but Michael swatted his hands away, by order of Gavin.
"I think I heard Geoff," Gavin said, "and you’re gonna go help the others put away the groceries and then you gotta make sure they’re clean and ready for when we fix dinner tonight."
"Yes sir," Michael said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Gavin twisted his fingers once more as a warning before letting Michael go to wait by the door.
Gavin got to his knees in front of Jack and smiled. “He really good at being dirty,” Gavin said, tracing Jack’s erection with his tongue.
"Put your fucking mouth on my dick right now jackass," Jack hissed, "or so help me-fuck." Gavin had done just that with no hesitation.
Michael listened to Gavin finish Jack off and was watching from the corner of his eye because fuck, Jack looked delicious even when it wasn’t Michael’s mouth on him. His attention turned back to the door when it swung open revealing a burden heavy Geoff and Ray.
"What the fuck," Geoff said taking in Michael’s appearance.
"Holy shit," Ray said with a giggle.
"Please allow me to help sirs," Michael said, false sweetness making his stomach rumble with displeasure. He held out his arms and Geoff, who was getting hard just from looking at Michael in the outfit, slipped the plastic bags onto his arms and motioned Michael into the kitchen.
"Whose idea was this," Ray asked the other two heading for the kitchen with his few bags.
Jack answered since Gavin’s mouth was otherwise occupied. “Gavin’s,” Jack said, his voice unsteady and heavy.
"Fucking Christ," Geoffs voice came from the kitchen and Ray snapped to attention. "Fuck Ray, come- Jesus, Michael; Ray come put the food awa- oh fuck do that again," Geoff said and Ray’s grin was sinister as he scuttled into the kitchen to watch what his boy was doing to his Geoff. Ray would say he knew Michael’s mouth better than anyone and he couldn’t wait to watch it tear Geoff down without a word.
Gavin swallowed down Jack’s release when it came and sat back on his heels with a pretty smug grin. “Longest you’ve lasted,” Gavin said going to wipe away what he couldn’t manage to swallow but Jack had leaned forward and caught Gavin’s mouth to his own, cupping the back of Gavin’s head and holding him to the older man. Jack never broke the kiss as he situated himself to be able to reach Gavin’s erection, which was promptly released from its jean prison.
Jack broke away long enough to pick Gavin up and throw him to the couch and wrap his own mouth around the Brit’s erection. “Jack,” Gavin yelped. Jack wasn’t one for giving blowjob’s so this was a nice surprise for the Brit.
"You’re a fucking tease," Jack said pulling off Gavin’s erection, taking pride in the noise of regret Gavin gave, "and now its your turn to suffer." Gavin laughed warily but the look in Jack’s eyes said he was in for it. Maybe he shouldn’t have had Michael tease Jack like that.
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Ryan came through the garage door and found the deliciously obscene picture of Michael in a maid outfit, on his knees with Ray leaning against the island counter, head thrown back begging Michael to suck harder. Geoff was at the table, looking happily blown, watching them. From the angle, he couldn’t see but he could certainly hear Gavin begging Jack to do something harder to him and the PC gamer wondered what exactly he had missed.
"If you wait you can get Michael to blow you in the shower," Geoff commented, taking in Ryan’s disheveled look. It had been a very dirty scene he had to stay and help shoot, so the dirt caked his clothes and arms. "He is our maid after all," Geoff said.
"Have you all eaten yet," Ryan asked, confused.
"Nope," Geoff replied, " Gavin broke that rule so take it out on him."
"Sounds like iI have to wait my turn," Ryan commented hearing Gavin’s high pitched begging. He set his bag down and that’s when he noticed the camera. "Are you filming Michael," he asked.
Geoff shook his head. “Ray broke that rule,” Geoff said, “set it up while Michael was attached to my dick. He wants to use it for an Rt: Life.”
"For fuck sake," Ryan said and hit the stop button on the video camera. "I’m gonna have to punish both of them," he mumbled and then turned back to the pair at the kitchen counter. "Hurry up with your cleaning," he said to Michael, "because if you’re not in the shower with me in five minutes you’re getting you pay docked."
Michael gave a thumbs up sign and it looked absolutely ridiculous, but Ryan wasn’t to concerned. He was gonna fuck Michael’s mouth under the spray of warm water and figure out a good way to punish the two lads for their rule breaking.