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Ryan looked up from his book as he heard a knocking at his door, a little insistent and loud. He sighed as he closed the book and set it aside before he stood up from where he was sat. He grabbed his mask from the end table and grabbed the gun from the drawer, knowing if it was some sort of police force he could take them out pretty quickly. Ryan cautiously approached the door as the knocking came again, and leaned over to look out of the peephole to see who was on the other side.
As soon as he saw blond hair and gold-rimmed sunglasses come into view, his heart beat a little faster and he chalked it up to being excitedly relieved, and no other reason. "What the fuck are you doing here??" Ryan hissed as he opened the door, pulling Gavin inside of his apartment.
He kept a hand on Gavin as he was pulled through the doorway, either high or buzzed from the sound of his giggle. Ryan shut the door as Gavin looked up at him, pouting a bit. "Maybe I just wanted to see you, Rye-bread!"
Ryan took off the mask, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, sure, just like all the other times you randomly come over to see me. What happened and were you followed?" Ryan asked, crossing his arms.
Gavin stood there for a minute, just staring at Ryan from behind his sunglasses. Ryan frowned, and then waved a hand in front of Gavin's face, which seemed to work in snapping him back to reality. "Oh, sorry. Just never seen you without at least the face paint on. God, you're bloody handsome." He hummed, turning away as he grabbed his sunglasses off his face. "Do you have anything to drink?"
Ryan sighed, throwing his mask onto the couch before following Gavin into the kitchen. "If you're looking for booze, not at the moment. If you're looking for anything else, check the fridge." He grumbled, flipping on the safety to his gun before he tucked it into his pants at the small of his back. At least if anyone did follow Gavin and tried to break in, Ryan would be able to make sure that they weren't able to go and tell anyone else.
Ryan looked out the window as Gavin opened up the fridge, grabbing out a bottle water. "Ryan, lovely Ryan, why do you have so much diet coke?" Gavin hummed as he took a seat at the table.
"I happen to like diet coke and hate going out to get it often." Ryan reply, turning away from the window to look at Gavin. His heart sank as he saw the bruise forming on his left eye, concern taking over him. "Jesus, Gavin, what the fuck did you do?" He asked, heading over and sitting next to him to inspect the bruise.
Gavin groaned, swatting out at Ryan. "My dealer was charging me too much, alright?" He muttered. "I took care of it, don't worry."
He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in the dining room chair. "Yeah, I can tell from the bruise on your face. Geoff's not gonna be happy to see that."
"Well fuck Geoff!" Gavin growled, taking Ryan aback. "I don't have to make him happy all the damn time, I can do whatever the bloody hell I want!"
Ryan stared at the other as he said that, and he reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. "What happened?" He asked, a little more quietly this time.
Gavin shook his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it." He murmured, taking a drink of the water. He smirked as his gaze turned to Ryan, and he set the water aside. "Ryan, why don't you go like this all the time? I wouldn't mind seeing this face around a lot more." Gavin purred, and suddenly Ryan found himself with a lapful of Gavin as the other climbed into it.
Ryan blinked up at the man above him, keeping his hands to himself as arms wrapped around his neck. "Gavin, what're you doing?" He asked, his heart going a mile a minute.
Gavin just smiled down at him, and Ryan felt hands being tangled into his hair. "Just enjoying the view from a little closer." The man murmured, leaning down closer to Ryan.
Ryan gulped as he sat there, staring up at Gavin's green eyes as the other smiled down at him, and then there were lips on his and a hand cupping the back of his neck. He didn't respond for a moment, frozen as he felt Gavin kissing him, but then he decided to just say fuck it and went for it. He placed his hands on Gavin's hips, pulling him a bit closer as the kiss deepened. Ryan knew the other was high, but he didn't seem to be so coked-out and drunk that he didn't know what he was doing. He'd seen the Brit in all shades of fucked up, and right now he knew the other was barely high enough to actually have a small bit of confidence.
Gavin pulled away after a minute, his eyes blown with lust as his hips ground down, making Ryan let out a soft whimper. "Lovely Ryan, so lovely." He murmured breathily, and Ryan just pulled him back down for another kiss.
When he felt Gavin's hand making it's way down to his crotch, he pulled away, looking into Gavin's eyes. "How much did you have tonight?" He asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't taking advantage of the man in his lap. He may be a cold-blooded murderer, but he wasn't a fucking perverted asshole.
Gavin just smiled, leaning in closer. "Only a small bump, love. Don't worry about me, I'm just fine." He purred, and Ryan closed his eyes as he felt lips dragging their way down his jaw to his neck.
Ryan let out a groan as he felt Gavin's hand kneaded him through his jeans, rolling his hips up into the contact. After a moment he grabbed Gavin's hand, moving Gavin's arm up to wrap around his neck once more before reaching down to grab the other man's thighs, standing up as he held Gavin close. He chuckled as he heard the other squeak, clinging on like his life depended on it. Ryan took this moment to lean his head down, kissing along Gavin's collarbone as he began making his way from the kitchen, towards his bedroom.
Once they reached the room, Ryan kicked the door open, dropping Gavin onto the bed. Both of them quickly began to shed their clothes, Gavin tugging off his pants as Ryan threw off his shirt. His hands reached over and started to unbutton Gavin's shirt, kissing along his neck as he did. He felt hands on his belt, and he shifted so Gavin could get it off easier while he shoved the shirt from his shoulders. Once they were down to their underwear, Gavin hooked his fingers under Ryan's waistband, pulling them down slowly as he bit into Ryan's collarbone, making him moan.
Ryan brought his hands down to pull off Gavin's boxer-briefs, throwing them over the side of the bed before rolling their hips together, reveling in the low moan reverberating through Gavin's chest. He grabbed both of their cocks in his hand, thrusting into it as his other hand clamped down on Gavin's hip. "Goddammit, don't stop Rye." Gavin muttered under him, throwing his head back, giving Ryan ample space to nibble and suck on his neck.
"Didn't plan on it." He chuckled into Gavin's skin, moving faster as Gavin arched his back, thrusting back in pace with his. As hands scrambled against his back, nails digging in he let out a low growl, pulling Gavin close to him.
Neither of them lasted much longer after that, Ryan biting into Gavin's shoulder and sucking a mark there as he came. "Ryan!" Gavin cried out, shaking as he came as well, his nails dragging down Ryan's back and drawing a little bit of blood. They stayed like that for a few moments, trying to catch their breath as Gavin mouthed at Ryan's neck. Once Gavin stopped shaking in his arms, Ryan slowly got up and headed for his bathroom to grab a damp cloth. He cleaned himself up before heading into the bedroom once more, handing it over to Gavin to clean himself up. As he laid down under the covers he heard the cloth hit the wall near the door and Gavin joined him under the covers, nuzzling close to the other.
Both of them lay there silently, the weight of what just happened resting on their shoulders. Ryan fell asleep as Gavin breathed softly on his neck and stroked his thumb across his hip.
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He was woken up at nearly 5am as Gavin climbed out of the bed, and his heart dropped as he saw him slowly getting dressed. He didn't say a word at first, not until Gavin looked over and saw him staring. "Guess I'll see you at work tomorrow?" Ryan asked awkwardly.
Gavin just nodded, sending a small smile his way. "Yeah. I should really head back now though, Geoff's gotta be worrying about where I ran off to."
Ryan nodded in return, watching in silence as Gavin left the room. He waited until he heard the front door shut before he laid back down, wishing that Gavin hadn't just left so abruptly. Though, as much as he wanted the other man to stay, he knew that Gavin probably didn't want to be here any longer than he had been. Last night probably only happened because Gavin hadn't gotten any in awhile, mixed with the small amount of coke and the fact he'd seen Ryan without his mask or face paint for the first time. It's not like Gavin actually liked him, after all.