His Feet Were Cold

“Gav, this is totally not playing video games,” Michael mumbled as he and Gavin snuggled underneath the covers of Gavin’s bed. The British boy had invited Michael to sleep over at his house, and they could stay up playing video games. It was a little after midnight, and Gavin had complained about being tired already, and wanting Michael to lay next to him.

“Yeah, but this is a hell of a lot nicer, don’t you think?” he offered, pressing their foreheads together and pecking the ginger’s nose. Michael rolled his eyes.

“I guess. But we only played Halo for, like, an hour.”

Gavin curled his fingers into Michael’s loose t-shirt as he cuddled with the teen. “We can play more in the morning.” He suddenly snickered and pressed his feet on Michael’s bare legs. “My tootsie’s are cold, my little Michael,” he whined as Michael cursed under his breath.

“Shit, Gavin, how are you so freakin’ cold right now?” he muttered.

“Warm me up,” he whispered, tugging at his shirt. Michael snorted, shaking his head, but he reached out, pulling Gavin closer to him and releasing a content sigh as he pressed his cheek into the Brit’s messy hair.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” he commented, and Gavin pressed kisses onto Michael’s collar bone and along his neck.

“But you still love me.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled.

“Hey, Gav, Griffon wanted to make sure you guys knew that-“ Geoff paused as he opened the door to Gavin’s room, thinking he’d see his adopted son and his adopted son’s friend on the floor, playing video games… not thinking he’d see them in his adopted son’s bed, pressed against each other. Geoff blinked as Gavin sat up quickly, eyes wide. Michael sat up as well, mouth parted slightly as if he was going to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

“I, uh… Gavin was cold,” Michael ended up hearing himself say. Geoff blinked several more times before snorting out a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what Griff told me last night.” He waved them off, and continued with what he was going to say. “Alright, yeah, so Griffon wanted me to make sure you guys knew that we’re going out for IHOP tomorrow morning. And not to stay up too late playing games.” He paused. “Well, now I’m not worried about the games all that much.” Geoff stood there for a moment before beaming a smile at them and flicking off the light. “Well! Good night!” He shut the door.

The two teens sat there in the dark for quite a while in silence, unsure of what to do or say. Gavin glanced at Michael. “I think my dad’s okay with us.” Michael rolled his eyes.

“You think? I nearly had a fucking panic attack when he opened the door.” He exhaled. “Jesus Christ, what if he yelled at us?” Gav shook his head.

“I don’t want to bother thinking about it. Let’s just go back to what we were doing.” He pouted. “My feet are still cold.” Michael chuckled.

“Poor baby. Come here.”

Gavin let Michael wrap his arms around him as they lay back down, snuggling into each other once again. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Geoff’s head poked in.

“Don’t forget to use protection,” he whispered before quickly shutting the door. Gavin’s groan became muffled as he rolled into Michael’s chest. The ginger couldn’t stop laughing.