[fic] The Point Of No Return
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shannys_cornerTitle: The Point Of No Return
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kiyala
Word Count: 6348
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay sex
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: I want to see Daryan roughly taking a drunk Klavier (at Klavier's request) despite knowing that there was something seriously bothering or devastating his friend, and then regretting the morning after.
I would prefer if there's no established romantic relationship at this point. Maybe just good friends (and hence, the "what have I done!?") or non-exclusive fuck buddies ("even if we occasionally screw each other for a quick release, those are just for feelin' good and on mutual consent, not ever like this when Gavin is clearly drunk and so unusually needy it's weird..." or something?) cos I'm currently favouring seeing their relationship that way.
Fuck me.
The words hang in the air for a long moment. Gavin’s face is flushed and his warm breath is visible in the cold air of the night. Fuck, he’s drunk. Too drunk to enunciate his words like he usually does. Fumme. It doesn’t matter what it sounds like – Daryan knows what it means.
It means crossing that line they’d been toeing for years. Going to the point of no return and then having to deal with all the shit that comes afterwards. It means that Daryan has to choose his words carefully because he was stupid at band practice and had been more focused on getting home than wondering why the hell his best friend looked so depressed which meant that something a few little words could have fixed back then now depend on a reply that make him feel like he suddenly has a great weight on his shoulders.
Gavin watches him looking impatient, looking drunk. Daryan opens his mouth, shuts it and then opens it again.
“…Come inside, man.”
Gavin shuts the door behind him and leans against it, looking directly at Daryan. Neither of them move and Daryan clears his throat.
“…You wanna talk or something?”
The answer to that is obvious enough. Gavin doesn’t even answer, taking two shaky steps forward and holding onto the front of Daryan’s shirt. Of all the things he can do, he laughs.
“You’re so… so tense.” His fingers splay across Daryan’s chest, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile of amusement at just how hard he can feel his best friend’s heart beating. “When’s the last time you got laid, hmm?”
Daryan tilts his head away, lip unintentionally curling in disgust at the overpowering smell of alcohol on Gavin’s breath. “Man, you stink.”
The words seem to cut deeper than usual. Gavin looks away, saying nothing. Daryan kicks himself, remembering that for whatever reason, Gavin’s depressed and he has to watch what he says.
“Hey. Gavin. Come on, man. Cheer up.”
Gavin doesn’t respond, gaze still fixed on some point beyond Daryan’s shoulder. There’s a blank look on his face, but Daryan knows him well enough to know that really means he’s upset.
“Gavin… look at me. Gavin. Klavier.”
He finally gains a response and moves on instinct, grabbing Gavin by the shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. Just a quick peck on the lips, which is the most he can do before the stench of way too much alcohol gets to him and he needs to pull away for fresh air. But looking at Gavin’s expression, he knows that it’s enough.
And by looking at Gavin’s expression, he realises that he’s just taken that final step.
“Fuck me,” Klavier murmurs again and this time, it sounds more like a really good suggestion. Like let’s add an extra bar to the intro of this song or we should look into the history of this witness.
And this time, Daryan doesn’t even need to think about it. He takes Gavin by the hand, leading him to the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind them and Daryan’s lips move across Gavin’s for a second before he reconsiders and kisses his neck instead. Just as good, if Gavin’s gasp is any indication. Daryan buries his face in the corner of Gavin’s neck and shoulder, kissing it again, biting into it, relishing the fact that it smells a little less like alcohol and a little more like Klavier Gavin.
“You want me,” Gavin murmurs, his voice shaky even when he chuckles. “You want me so fucking bad.”
And just like every other time that accusation is thrown his way, Daryan wants to deny it. Except this time, he’s got one hand up the back of Gavin’s shirt and the other one’s making its way into the black jeans he’s wearing instead of the usual leather pants. So he grins, pushing Gavin harder against the wall behind him so they both know just how good this feels. “Says the guy begging me to fuck him.”
“Uhn,” is the only response Gavin can make, rolling his hips and pressing his head back against the wall. His lips form the word more, but his voice isn’t working. But he doesn’t really need to speak for Daryan to know what he wants.
They make it to the bed before collapsing onto it, legs tangled and hands desperate to slip beneath clothing. Daryan rolls them over so he’s on top, undoing the shirt Gavin is wearing and noting that it’s the same one he had worn to band practice. In the back of his mind, he’s still thinking about backing the hell out of this situation, but then Gavin arches into his touch, moaning softly in that pretty voice the fangirls fall in love with him for. He moans himself, his voice rougher and deeper. Gavin’s chest is smooth, his nipples hard and – as Daryan discovers – wonderfully sensitive.
“Daryan!” Gavin gasps, shuddering in pleasure when he feels the warm tongue and gentle lips on his nipples and long, dexterous fingers undoing his pants and slipping in to stroke him gently. It’s the first time he’s said the other’s name since he turned up unannounced, but now he does not stop. Daryan, when his pants and boxers are pulled down, exposing his cock to the cool air. Daryan, as those hands slide up, over his hips only to slide back down over the path made by small kisses from his chest down to his navel. Daryan, the moment that warm mouth closed around his cock, lips sliding down over the length as far as they would go and then back up, until—
“Stop.”
Daryan looks up, frowning a little.
“Stop with the tease. I want you to fuck me,” Gavin says, words still slurred but clear enough to be understood. “I want you in me.”
Daryan narrows his eyes, irritated by the fact that Gavin doesn’t let him go at his own pace, even in the bedroom. And then a thought enters his mind and he crawls up Gavin’s body, stopping so his mouth is right against that pierced ear. He licks the silver earring that hangs from it, sucks on it and then does the same to Gavin’s earlobe, waiting to hear the pleasured moan before speaking.
“You want me to fuck you nice and hard, Gavin?” he murmurs into the ear, moving just enough to rub their erections together. Gavin lifts his hips, lips parting as he gasps silently. Daryan smirks. “Good luck walking tomorrow, man.”
And with that, the pace changes. Daryan’s teeth sink into Gavin’s shoulder, eliciting a loud moan of half pleasure, half pain. If Gavin wants to be fucked, Daryan thinks to himself as he pushes the tanned legs apart, then that’s what he’ll get. He’s never really fucked a guy before, but he’s seen enough porno to know how it goes. Glancing over to his nightstand, he tries to think of something he could use as lube. Apparently, Gavin’s not totally out of it because he nods towards the door, where their clothes are piled. “Jacket pocket.”
Daryan reaches for it, smirking at the fact that he finds a small tube of lube and a couple of condoms. Typical, self-assured Gavin. He takes them out, turning back to the bed to find Gavin with his legs still spread, waiting for him. He is hit by the uneasy feeling he gets whenever he makes a decision with questionable results; the clenching up in his gut that suddenly makes him feel cold. It’s a stark contrast to the hot and heavy feeling of arousal and in the end, the arousal wins.
He doesn’t really know what to feel when he returns to the bed, kneeling over Gavin. He definitely does not expect the surge of irritation. Fucking Gavin, why am I the one who has to put up with this shit?, he wonders but he already knows the answer to that. This is just what friends do. Take care of friends when they’re depressed for fuck-knows what reason and drunk out of their minds. Even if that means screwing Gavin. Like he’s wanted to for ages.
And honestly, the irritation doesn’t even feel out of place when he rubs the lube onto his hands and hesitantly starts stretching Gavin. For the longest time, Gavin’s had the uncanny ability to piss him off and turn him on at the same time and it just makes sense like that.
“My god Daryan, just fuck me,” Gavin gasps, impatient, needy, demanding and so. Fucking. Hot. Daryan doesn’t have a strong enough resolve to tell Gavin to shut the hell up and wait it out, pulling his fingers out, rolling a condom on and hastily rubbing lube onto himself before pushing in as slowly as he can manage. His head spins and he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of Klavier around him before he can move any further.
Then he’s all the way in and looks down at Gavin, who has his eyes shut and face turned into the mattress. His expression is hard to see, but then Daryan slides out and then back in and Gavin’s mouth falls open as he moans. Daryan holds onto Gavin’s legs, taking it slow to begin with, but slow and gentle has never been his style and he speeds up once he knows what he’s doing. Gavin moans appreciatively, returning the thrusts, holding onto Daryan and arching in pleasure. Daryan shifts, pulling Gavin’s legs further up his shoulders and Gavin winces in discomfort before his eyes widen and his mind registers just how good it feels. Daryan smirks when Gavin’s moans increase in volume, fucking him even harder until he can feel Gavin tensing up.
And then Gavin moans his name, almost like he’s singing it. He releases onto himself and then Daryan’s coming as well, with a low moan of, “Fuck, Klavier!”
They gasp for breath, slowly letting go of each other. Daryan throws his condom in the bin and Gavin lies on the bed, too tired to move. He looks up when he feels Daryan join him on the bed again and they watch each other for a long moment of silence before Daryan decides fuck it, leaning in for a kiss and ignoring the taste of too much alcohol. Gavin reciprocates with enthusiasm, pulling Daryan on top of him and they kiss harder, forgetting that they’re tired and forgetting the hesitation it took to do this the first time. Daryan’s hand comes in contact with the second condom he’d found in Gavin’s jacket pocket and he glances at it, deciding that they might as well put it to good use.
This time, they’re tired to the point that they fall asleep soon after. Daryan finds a clean blanket to throw over them and Gavin’s already gone to sleep by the time Daryan crawls under the covers. He isn’t sure what the time was and doesn’t care enough to check, shutting his eyes and feeling his muscles slowly relax.
He wakes up facing his bedside clock, informing him that it’s two in the afternoon. Turning slowly, he sighs in relief when he finds Gavin still asleep. He doesn’t know what to say and doesn’t even know how much of last night Gavin would remember, so he sneaks out of bed and takes a shower, getting dressed and retreating to the kitchen.
When he hears Gavin wake up, Daryan’s eating instant noodles and watching the afternoon news on mute. He swallows his mouthful of food before holding his breath and listening. The sound of his shower screen sliding shut tells him that he still has some time before having to deal with Gavin, but he’s still drawing blanks as to what he should say. He stares at his noodles, no longer feeling hungry. He forces his way through a few more bites before he hears Gavin’s footsteps behind him. He turns immediately, gaze settling on his friend, leaning against the wall and clearly hung over.
“Hey,” he greets quietly, getting to his feet. “Painkillers are on the counter. I’ll get them for you.”
Silently accepting the pills and swallowing them with a glass of water, Gavin shuts his eyes and sighs heavily. Daryan watches him carefully, unsure of what to say or what to expect. Finally, Gavin opens his eyes and looks at Daryan, speaking the last four words he wants to hear.
“…What happened last night?”
Daryan opens his mouth and then shuts it again. Part of him wants to yell at him for how fucking obvious it is, while another part is trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to be able to say you were drunk off your ass and begged me to fuck you in a way that is least likely to make Gavin freak out.
“Daryan…” Gavin says quietly when he receives no reply. By the tone of his voice and his expression, it’s clear that he’s figured it out. Daryan looks away and clears his throat. Gavin reaches out his hand and then reconsiders, dropping it to his side again. “…I didn’t… force myself on you, did I?”
With a dry chuckle, Daryan shakes his head. “Could’ve said no if I wanted.”
“…And you didn’t?”
Daryan turns away, nudging Gavin. “You know how bitchy you get when someone says no to you.”
“Just try and be serious about this, ja?” Gavin asks, frowning.
“I don’t know what the hell to do, man. What do you even say when you’ve just fucked your best friend?”
Gavin falls silent and Daryan sighs, looking over his shoulder. “You hungry? I made enough noodles for both of us.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Daryan watches the way Gavin carefully sits on one of the stools and his mouth twitches into a small frown. “You okay?”
“I’m sore.”
“Right. Sorry.”
Gavin smiles a little and looks away until Daryan pushes the bowl of reheated noodles towards him. He eats, trying not to feel uncomfortable when Daryan sits beside him. Neither of them speak until the bowl is empty and Daryan’s carried it to the sink.
“About last night…” Daryan begins, glancing at Gavin before his gaze returns to the sink. “Any real reason you were that drunk and miserable?”
Gavin is silent for a moment, as though he is trying to remember. Daryan knows him well enough to know that he’s really trying to decide whether it’s worth talking about. He finally gives Daryan a cheery smile and shrugs a little. “None that I can remember… it could have just been stress, ja?”
Daryan frowns, but says nothing. The one thing that annoys him the most about Klavier Gavin is the way the man can pretend that nothing is wrong. It’s annoying that he gets away with it so often, but the thing that pisses Daryan off the most is that Gavin expects him to fall for it too.
“Perhaps I’ll go home. I have work to do,” Gavin says, which is utter bullshit and Daryan knows it. He’s really just trying to avoid talking about whatever’s bothering him and hell if Daryan is letting him get away with it. When he doesn’t reply, Gavin gets up and walks to the bedroom to retrieve his jacket and his shoes, which he’d kicked off near the door.
Daryan watches, trying to work out what he can say to stop Gavin. He knows that asking him to talk about whatever’s wrong won’t get them anywhere, so he tries to figure out the reason behind it instead. Knowing he’s short of time, he makes a stab in the dark.
“…So what did Kristoph do this time?”
Gavin stops in his tracks, but Daryan doesn’t feel the rush of self-satisfaction he usually does when he’s right. Gavin turns slowly and now Daryan can see all the cracks in the usually flawless mask he wears. Neither of them speak and Daryan finally breaks the silence with a small sigh.
“…Lucky guess,” he says, by way of explanation.
Gavin avoids his eyes, gaze fixed somewhere between the couch and the coffee table. “Go on. Say I told you so. I know you. You’ve been looking forward to this.”
Daryan’s lips twitch into a frown. “I won’t. …Trust me, I’d love to, but I… can’t.”
Gavin scowls. “I don’t need your sympathy, Crescend.”
“It ain’t about sympathy, man.” Daryan shoves his hands into his pockets and looks at the wall while he speaks. “It just sucks. What happened, anyway? He must’ve fucked up big time to make you turn around like that.”
The scowl fades a little until it’s a troubled frown, Gavin’s gaze still not meeting Daryan’s. “It wasn’t just one thing. …Little things add up, ja? It began when I realised he would never contact me unless he needed something… then the way he never truly accepted my interest in anything but the legal system. I didn’t want to admit it to you, but I slowly found myself agreeing with everything you had never complained about.”
“Heh.” Daryan slowly sits down in the nearest couch. “I probably would’ve been the worst guy to talk about it to, anyway.”
He’s sure he sees the ghost of a smile on Gavin’s face. “That was precisely why I didn’t.”
“So what ended up pushing you all the way?” Daryan asks, looking up at Gavin, watching the blue eyes wander and his jaw clench just a little harder.
“…My brother is currently looking to hire somebody at his law office. I only found out because I happened to be visiting him in the middle of an interview. You wouldn’t believe it… he feeds them promises of invaluable experience and a secure career path, but he treats them as nothing more than potential slaves.”
“What, he didn’t do the whole smiling thing?” Daryan asks.
“He did, but… I don’t know why, but felt disgustingly insincere. I could see through everything he said. He’s an egomaniac, Daryan. He thinks that everything is below him – it isn’t arrogance. He’s insane.”
Daryan’s eyes widen. He’s thought all of this before – and had known better than to voice this harsh an opinion to the guy’s brother, of all people. But hearing Gavin saying it to him makes him feel inexplicably sad.
He rises to his feet, slowly reaching out a hand. He hesitates, torn between wanting to comfort his best friend and being unsure if he should even touch the guy he’s just had gay sex with, the night before. His hand touches Gavin’s shoulders and their eyes meet. This is the Klavier Gavin he knows, not the horny insistent one from last night. Gavin hesitates, looking away and then looking back.
“…I confronted him after the interview was over. We fought. He confirmed my suspicions – that he cares for nobody but himself. I… didn’t know what to do. I wanted to come and talk to you about it, but I also wanted to get myself drunk enough to forget it ever happened.”
“So you did a bit of both, huh?”
Gavin flushes, ashamed. “I’m sorry—”
“Hey. I told ya. I want with it ‘cause I wanted to.”
“You couldn’t say no to sex, even if you tried,” Gavin mutters, torn between amusement and bitterness.
“Hey. I got the brains to decide if I really wanted to fuck my best friend.”
Gavin flinches at the tone. “I… should go.”
“You don’t wanna… talk about this?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gavin shakes his head. “Not now, Daryan. Perhaps never. Forget it – it was just an accident.”
The words are a slap in the face and Daryan stands there, too stunned to protest as Gavin turns and lets himself out. He stares at the door for a good five minutes, waiting for the just kidding, but it doesn’t happen.
Sliding back into his seat, he rests his head in his hands. His mental voice sounds more panicked than he’d like as he asks himself, well, what the fuck do you do now, Crescend?
An entire day passes without them seeing each other. Unusual, considering the fact that both of their jobs require them to work together, but it’s a weekend and Daryan received a text message from one of the other band members to inform him that practice has been cancelled.
He spends the afternoon in front of his TV, drinking beer and wondering if he’d end up making things even worse if he turned up at Kristoph Gavin’s house and beat the shit out of the guy for causing this problem in the first place. And in spite of the extremely uninteresting day he’s having, he’s still inexplicably horny by night.
Usually, if he doesn’t spend Saturday nights with the band, he’s at the club with a selection of girls to take home. But his mood’s off and he decides against going out. He ends up jacking off in bed, trying to think of pretty girls with nice curves, but every time he shuts his eyes, he sees Gavin instead. Every time he thinks of a different girl, he finds some feature – whether it be blonde hair or blue eyes – that bright him right back to Klavier fucking Gavin. When he finally gives in and thinks of Gavin; his gasping breath and arching back, he finishes embarrassingly quickly, panting and swearing as his head spins with the implications.
He gets into the shower, trying to clear his head under the warm spray. It doesn’t help the way he wants it to and he can’t ignore the rush of panic every time he thinks too hard about Gavin. By the time he crawls into bed, he’s miserable. But determined. Just like when Gavin was about to leave the first time, Daryan thinks only one thing – fuck if I’m letting him get away from this.
The next morning, he’s greeted by a light headache and a mess of empty beer cans in the living room. He frowns at himself as he clears them away – more than he’d thought, but not really enough for it to surprise him. One can’s still got half left, so he downs it without a second thought and then regrets it. It’s flat and tastes like piss. He fixes himself some breakfast and watches the TV, wondering if he’s sober enough to drive. Second-guitarist of the Gavinners detective Daryan Crescend slapped with a DUI, he muses over his cereal and news reports of the economy doing fuck-knows-what. Almost ironic enough to make it tempting, but that’d give Gavin another reason to act like a bitch. Thinking of Gavin is sobering enough and Daryan remembers that he should probably shower anyway.
After he’s done in the shower, he pulls on his black jeans and a blue shirt with white down the middle. It reminds him of his stage clothes – it’s his favourite thing to wear when he’s doing band stuff. It cheers him up a little, but he’s still frowning when he gets in the car and starts it up.
Gavin’s place isn’t too far from his, but it’s hot outside and Daryan isn’t in the mood to walk it. He glides into the drive way of Gavin’s place, silently turning the engine off so he isn’t heard until he knocks. And then, it’s obvious that it’s him. Gavin’s got a cute little purple-and-silver doorbell that everyone uses. Daryan always knocks.
Gavin answers the door sooner than Daryan expects. He looks like shit – like he’s been up all night and then some. Daryan takes some satisfaction in the fact that this whole thing is fucking them over the same.
“I was wondering when you would visit,” Gavin says, looking neither happy nor upset.
Daryan narrows his eyes and pushes his way in, as if only just remembering that he’s pissed. Gavin’s eyebrows draw together in concern at the way Daryan carries himself. They’ve spent enough time with each other for him to know that Daryan’s psyching himself up for a fight. For some strange reason that wouldn’t work if it were anybody but Daryan, Gavin finds this reassuring.
“I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I was panicked. I didn’t mean it,” he says in the hope that it will make Daryan respond, or stop frowning at the very least.
It doesn’t work, mainly because Daryan knows that it’s a lie. Gavin sighs heavily, folding his arms across his chest.
“Did you come here to argue, Daryan? You… you don’t realise what it’s like. You get along with your sister! I used to believe every word my brother said, without question, for such a long time. Just thinking of all the things I did for him without a second thought terrifies me. I always told myself that he knew best, but everything he’s ever done – everything he asked me to do – has only ever been for his own benefit. How could I not see that?” ***
And Daryan finally breaks his silence, with a laugh. One that is devoid of any actual amusement – it sounds bitter and more like a bark than a laugh. But he looks at Gavin with understanding, instead of irritation. “You’re a smart guy, man. I know that better than anyone. But when your bro’s involved, you’ve always been a fucking idiot.”
Unsure of how to respond, Gavin remains silent and waits for Daryan to continue. For a moment, it doesn’t look like he will, but then he shrugs. “Look. We all got our weaknesses. There’s always gonna be people we believe in, instead of thinking about it first. I ain’t pissed at you for believing in your bro. It makes sense that you’re feeling fucked over now you’ve realised the kind of bastard he is. But just because things are screwed up with him, doesn’t mean things have to be screwed up with me.”
“But I used you, Daryan! And then I blamed it on Kristoph. Don’t you realise that?”
“Yeah, I know it. But it doesn’t bother me like you think. I… man, I’d let you do it again.”
Gavin frowns, confused. “Why would you do something like that?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Daryan looks away and shrugs. “Dunno. It just… didn’t feel wrong. I mean sure, we’re both dudes but that never bothered us when we did all that fanservice at the last concert, just for kicks.”
“But that was on stage—”
“And at the after-party?” Daryan cuts in. “You were all over me – as much as you could be without it being outright gay. Man, we nearly kissed that night and it wasn’t the first time. How do you explain that?”
Gavin opens his mouth to respond, but no words come. He shuts it and looks at the floor.
“Look, Klavier. If you want to pretend we never did it, I’ll play along. But I’m never gonna let you tell me – or yourself – that you didn’t want it when you were begging me for it. It could’ve been anyone – there are chicks who’d spread their legs for you on command, if you wanted. But it was me.”
Neither of them speak for a moment and Daryan sighs, heading towards the door. He’s about to turn the handle when Gavin speaks up.
“…Daryan.” He waits until the other man’s turned around before continuing. “…Do you want something to drink?”
Daryan’s lips twitch upward. Crappy save, man. “Water’s fine.”
“I won’t be long.”
He knows it’s Gavin’s way of telling him to stay, so he sits on the soft faux-leather couch in front of the massive TV that takes up most of the wall. Gavin joins him soon enough, carrying two glasses of water. Sitting, he turns the TV on and they drink to the afternoon news. It doesn’t hold their interest and as soon as Gavin puts his empty glass down on the table, he picks up the remote and switches to the music channel. They relax into the couch and things start to feel normal again. They listen to song that’s on and watch the video that goes with it, both silently thinking that theirs are better. The song ends, along with whatever show was playing and the next one starts – an hour-long segment about a boy band full of pretty boys who can’t sing for shit and somehow still have the balls to consider themselves rivals of the Gavinners. They both groan in unison.
“Change it,” Gavin says, rubbing his temples to stave off an imaginary headache induced by bad music.
“It’s your TV, you do it,” Daryan replies. They both reach for the remote at the same time, both expecting the other to pull away. Their hands meet over it, fingers colliding. Of the buttons they accidentally press, the power button is one of them and the room goes uncomfortably silent.
They look at each other, neither of them moving their hands away. Then, as if moving on an invisible cue, they both reach for each other. Grabbing onto the material of each other’s shirts, they kiss. Daryan pulls Gavin closer again and they settle back on the couch, deepening the kiss. Gavin crawls on top of him, straddling him, kissing him harder and Daryan carefully settles his hands on the other’s legs. With a soft gasp, Gavin grinds against Daryan and they both moan, appreciating the friction. Daryan’s grip tightens, but he breaks the kiss so he can look at Gavin. Taking a moment to form a coherent sentence, he speaks, “Y-You ain’t getting away with passing this off as a mistake—”
“I know,” Gavin replies impatiently, kissing Daryan’s neck.
Willing himself not to become lost in the pleasure just yet, Daryan struggles to keep his head clear and his voice even. “Sure you really want this?”
Gavin slips a hand between their bodies, his fingers closing around Daryan’s erection, straining against his jeans. “You want this just as badly as I do. Why are you asking me?”
Daryan frowns. “Ain’t worth it if you’re gonna regret it.”
This makes Gavin smirk. “That’s almost sweet of you.”
“Ain’t always a prick, y’know.”
“Ja. I know.”
And somewhere between the words, they make the mutual decision that yeah, we’re doing this. Gavin stands, walking to his room. Daryan follows without having to be asked.
They approach each other slowly. Gavin, with no memory of their previous time together, takes the time to let his eyes wander over Daryan’s chest as he pulls the blue-and-white shirt off. His fingertips run lightly across the skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. There’s a look of such concentration in Gavin’s light blue eyes that Daryan cannot keep himself from grinning and pouncing. Gavin finds himself pinned to his bed, any possible protests already dying in his throat as he feels Daryan’s lips on his chest, kissing their way up.
“Know what?” Daryan asks, pressing his lips to Gavin’s jaw before continuing. “Nearly gave you head last time. Would’ve done it, if you didn’t stop me.”
Gavin’s head spins at the very notion of Daryan willingly sucking him off. “Why the hell did I stop you? And why did you let me?”
This makes Daryan laugh. “Too impatient for foreplay, man. But y’know what? I didn’t even think twice about it back then. It’s just something that I wanted to do.”
Gavin raises an eyebrow. “You do realise that sounds gay, ja?”
“Man, I got you pinned to your bed and we’re on our way to getting naked. Somehow, I don’t think the gay thing’s gonna bother me.”
“Really?” Gavin regards him passively. As passively as he can manage, in his current position. “You wouldn’t care if anyone knew?”
Daryan’s forehead twitches into a frown. “…Fine. I don’t care when it’s just me and you.”
“Mmm, a secret affair with my best friend, second-guitarist and favourite detective…” Gavin says it in a breathy way that makes it sound ridiculously hot. “…Sounds nearly as good as that blowjob.”
Daryan smirks, picking up the obvious hint. “Good thing I didn’t do it, in the end. Would’ve sucked if I did and you forgot how amazing it was.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?” Lifting his head far enough to give Daryan an amused look, Gavin chuckles softly. “You’ve never even been with another man before me.”
“And you have?” Daryan asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah…” he looks away, unsure of what Daryan wants to hear and how to side-step the truth. To his surprise, Daryan laughs, shaking his head.
“Man, I knew it. You’re way too pretty for me to be the only guy who’s wanted you.”
Gavin looks embarrassed by this but Daryan doesn’t notice, his attention directed at undoing the fly on his friend’s pants. Gavin helps, equally as eager to take them off. Then his cock is in Daryan’s hand and Gavin’s mind blanks, unable to think anything but fuck yes.
Sliding his long fingers down the length, Daryan looks up at Gavin to drink in the pleasure that is clearly written across his face before lowering his lips to the head in an imitation of what he had started to do the previous time.
“Daryan!” Gavin gasps, partly because of the feel of the other’s warm mouth around his erection, but mainly because it is Daryan who is doing this to him. Grabbing a fistful of the bed sheets, he resists the urge to thrust into Daryan’s mouth, letting the pleasure consume him at a maddeningly slow pace.
He shudders and moans. Daryan is inexperienced and perhaps not as good as some of the women Gavin has been with, but he knows what he likes and when he applies that, it isn’t very far off from what Gavin likes too. His hands entangle themselves in the long, dark hair before he even realises that he’s moved them from the bed sheets and Daryan pulls away just far enough to look up at him. Their gazes lock for a moment and both of them feel their heads spin at the way they look at each other – the possessiveness they see reflected in each other is the last push they need to come to terms with the fact that things between them have changed and that they will never revert back. By the way Gavin traces his fingers down Daryan’s cheek, and the brief kiss Daryan gives to them when they reach his lips, it’s clear that neither of them would want to go back anyway.
Daryan turns his attention back to Gavin’s cock and can feel the blue eyes on him this time. He can hear the breathy sighs as Gavin now has the visuals to accompany the feeling of Daryan’s tongue running up the length of his erection before sliding his lips around it. Daryan takes his time, ignoring the impatient sounds Gavin makes. And then the sounds change from impatient to urgent as Gavin’s hips lift off the bed and Daryan pulls away just in time to watch him release.
“Ah,” Gavin sighs as he relaxes back on the bed, looking just as content as he sounds. Daryan grins, settling beside him on the bed and folding his arms behind his head. Turning his head a little, Gavin smirks. “You didn’t disappoint, Herr Crescend.”
Daryan snorts. “Do I ever?”
Gavin’s eyes show his amusement as he props himself up with his elbows and leans across to kiss his companion. “Good point. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy having you around so much.”
“Good thing you do. I ain’t planning on going anywhere.” He pulls Gavin down to lie on top of him. “No way in hell you’re getting rid of me. But I bet, you know that already.”
“And the same applies for you,” Gavin replies, running his hand through Daryan’s hair. Rolling his hips against Daryan’s, he chuckles at the low moan it draws out of the man beneath him. Slipping his hand between their bodies, it settles on Daryan’s half-hard cock and he smirks before they kiss. “I should do something about this, ja…?”
*
It is night when Daryan finally makes to leave; well past dinner though neither of them seem to notice nor care. They stand against the closed door for a long moment, kissing each other and not entirely willing to let each other go.
“You could spend the night here,” Gavin murmurs as they part for air.
“Fuck, you’re clingy,” Daryan replies with a grin. “This ain’t how you usually act when you start dating someone. Man, where’s the cool act gone?”
“You see through that anyway.”
“Damn right.” Daryan kisses him and their lips smack loudly. His grin widens and he does it again. “…Guess it wouldn’t do any harm to stay the night. You feelin’ any better now?”
“About Kristoph?” Gavin asks, sounding reluctant to mention him. He shrugs, pulling himself closer to Daryan. “I do, which is entirely thanks to you. At least something good came of all the trouble, ja?”
Kicking his shoes off again and holding Gavin against the wall, Daryan kisses him hard. “Hell yeah. Man, if your bro knew he’s the reason we’re finally fucking, he’d go crazy.”
Gavin smiles, not as comfortable with that thought, but letting Daryan indulge his imagination all the same.
“So if I’m stayin’ the night…” Daryan murmurs with a smirk. “How about we get back to bed? Bet we could get a couple more rounds in before it gets too late.”
Gavin leads the way back to his room and watches in amusement as Daryan undresses in less than a minute, quickly taking off all the clothes it had taken him half an hour to reluctantly put back on in the first place. As they kiss, legs finding the edge of Gavin’s bed before they sink into the soft mattress, they both acknowledge the fact that whatever they have between them had changed, past the point of no return. Neither of them mind.
x
Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 6348
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay sex
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: I want to see Daryan roughly taking a drunk Klavier (at Klavier's request) despite knowing that there was something seriously bothering or devastating his friend, and then regretting the morning after.
I would prefer if there's no established romantic relationship at this point. Maybe just good friends (and hence, the "what have I done!?") or non-exclusive fuck buddies ("even if we occasionally screw each other for a quick release, those are just for feelin' good and on mutual consent, not ever like this when Gavin is clearly drunk and so unusually needy it's weird..." or something?) cos I'm currently favouring seeing their relationship that way.
Fuck me.
The words hang in the air for a long moment. Gavin’s face is flushed and his warm breath is visible in the cold air of the night. Fuck, he’s drunk. Too drunk to enunciate his words like he usually does. Fumme. It doesn’t matter what it sounds like – Daryan knows what it means.
It means crossing that line they’d been toeing for years. Going to the point of no return and then having to deal with all the shit that comes afterwards. It means that Daryan has to choose his words carefully because he was stupid at band practice and had been more focused on getting home than wondering why the hell his best friend looked so depressed which meant that something a few little words could have fixed back then now depend on a reply that make him feel like he suddenly has a great weight on his shoulders.
Gavin watches him looking impatient, looking drunk. Daryan opens his mouth, shuts it and then opens it again.
“…Come inside, man.”
Gavin shuts the door behind him and leans against it, looking directly at Daryan. Neither of them move and Daryan clears his throat.
“…You wanna talk or something?”
The answer to that is obvious enough. Gavin doesn’t even answer, taking two shaky steps forward and holding onto the front of Daryan’s shirt. Of all the things he can do, he laughs.
“You’re so… so tense.” His fingers splay across Daryan’s chest, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile of amusement at just how hard he can feel his best friend’s heart beating. “When’s the last time you got laid, hmm?”
Daryan tilts his head away, lip unintentionally curling in disgust at the overpowering smell of alcohol on Gavin’s breath. “Man, you stink.”
The words seem to cut deeper than usual. Gavin looks away, saying nothing. Daryan kicks himself, remembering that for whatever reason, Gavin’s depressed and he has to watch what he says.
“Hey. Gavin. Come on, man. Cheer up.”
Gavin doesn’t respond, gaze still fixed on some point beyond Daryan’s shoulder. There’s a blank look on his face, but Daryan knows him well enough to know that really means he’s upset.
“Gavin… look at me. Gavin. Klavier.”
He finally gains a response and moves on instinct, grabbing Gavin by the shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. Just a quick peck on the lips, which is the most he can do before the stench of way too much alcohol gets to him and he needs to pull away for fresh air. But looking at Gavin’s expression, he knows that it’s enough.
And by looking at Gavin’s expression, he realises that he’s just taken that final step.
“Fuck me,” Klavier murmurs again and this time, it sounds more like a really good suggestion. Like let’s add an extra bar to the intro of this song or we should look into the history of this witness.
And this time, Daryan doesn’t even need to think about it. He takes Gavin by the hand, leading him to the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind them and Daryan’s lips move across Gavin’s for a second before he reconsiders and kisses his neck instead. Just as good, if Gavin’s gasp is any indication. Daryan buries his face in the corner of Gavin’s neck and shoulder, kissing it again, biting into it, relishing the fact that it smells a little less like alcohol and a little more like Klavier Gavin.
“You want me,” Gavin murmurs, his voice shaky even when he chuckles. “You want me so fucking bad.”
And just like every other time that accusation is thrown his way, Daryan wants to deny it. Except this time, he’s got one hand up the back of Gavin’s shirt and the other one’s making its way into the black jeans he’s wearing instead of the usual leather pants. So he grins, pushing Gavin harder against the wall behind him so they both know just how good this feels. “Says the guy begging me to fuck him.”
“Uhn,” is the only response Gavin can make, rolling his hips and pressing his head back against the wall. His lips form the word more, but his voice isn’t working. But he doesn’t really need to speak for Daryan to know what he wants.
They make it to the bed before collapsing onto it, legs tangled and hands desperate to slip beneath clothing. Daryan rolls them over so he’s on top, undoing the shirt Gavin is wearing and noting that it’s the same one he had worn to band practice. In the back of his mind, he’s still thinking about backing the hell out of this situation, but then Gavin arches into his touch, moaning softly in that pretty voice the fangirls fall in love with him for. He moans himself, his voice rougher and deeper. Gavin’s chest is smooth, his nipples hard and – as Daryan discovers – wonderfully sensitive.
“Daryan!” Gavin gasps, shuddering in pleasure when he feels the warm tongue and gentle lips on his nipples and long, dexterous fingers undoing his pants and slipping in to stroke him gently. It’s the first time he’s said the other’s name since he turned up unannounced, but now he does not stop. Daryan, when his pants and boxers are pulled down, exposing his cock to the cool air. Daryan, as those hands slide up, over his hips only to slide back down over the path made by small kisses from his chest down to his navel. Daryan, the moment that warm mouth closed around his cock, lips sliding down over the length as far as they would go and then back up, until—
“Stop.”
Daryan looks up, frowning a little.
“Stop with the tease. I want you to fuck me,” Gavin says, words still slurred but clear enough to be understood. “I want you in me.”
Daryan narrows his eyes, irritated by the fact that Gavin doesn’t let him go at his own pace, even in the bedroom. And then a thought enters his mind and he crawls up Gavin’s body, stopping so his mouth is right against that pierced ear. He licks the silver earring that hangs from it, sucks on it and then does the same to Gavin’s earlobe, waiting to hear the pleasured moan before speaking.
“You want me to fuck you nice and hard, Gavin?” he murmurs into the ear, moving just enough to rub their erections together. Gavin lifts his hips, lips parting as he gasps silently. Daryan smirks. “Good luck walking tomorrow, man.”
And with that, the pace changes. Daryan’s teeth sink into Gavin’s shoulder, eliciting a loud moan of half pleasure, half pain. If Gavin wants to be fucked, Daryan thinks to himself as he pushes the tanned legs apart, then that’s what he’ll get. He’s never really fucked a guy before, but he’s seen enough porno to know how it goes. Glancing over to his nightstand, he tries to think of something he could use as lube. Apparently, Gavin’s not totally out of it because he nods towards the door, where their clothes are piled. “Jacket pocket.”
Daryan reaches for it, smirking at the fact that he finds a small tube of lube and a couple of condoms. Typical, self-assured Gavin. He takes them out, turning back to the bed to find Gavin with his legs still spread, waiting for him. He is hit by the uneasy feeling he gets whenever he makes a decision with questionable results; the clenching up in his gut that suddenly makes him feel cold. It’s a stark contrast to the hot and heavy feeling of arousal and in the end, the arousal wins.
He doesn’t really know what to feel when he returns to the bed, kneeling over Gavin. He definitely does not expect the surge of irritation. Fucking Gavin, why am I the one who has to put up with this shit?, he wonders but he already knows the answer to that. This is just what friends do. Take care of friends when they’re depressed for fuck-knows what reason and drunk out of their minds. Even if that means screwing Gavin. Like he’s wanted to for ages.
And honestly, the irritation doesn’t even feel out of place when he rubs the lube onto his hands and hesitantly starts stretching Gavin. For the longest time, Gavin’s had the uncanny ability to piss him off and turn him on at the same time and it just makes sense like that.
“My god Daryan, just fuck me,” Gavin gasps, impatient, needy, demanding and so. Fucking. Hot. Daryan doesn’t have a strong enough resolve to tell Gavin to shut the hell up and wait it out, pulling his fingers out, rolling a condom on and hastily rubbing lube onto himself before pushing in as slowly as he can manage. His head spins and he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of Klavier around him before he can move any further.
Then he’s all the way in and looks down at Gavin, who has his eyes shut and face turned into the mattress. His expression is hard to see, but then Daryan slides out and then back in and Gavin’s mouth falls open as he moans. Daryan holds onto Gavin’s legs, taking it slow to begin with, but slow and gentle has never been his style and he speeds up once he knows what he’s doing. Gavin moans appreciatively, returning the thrusts, holding onto Daryan and arching in pleasure. Daryan shifts, pulling Gavin’s legs further up his shoulders and Gavin winces in discomfort before his eyes widen and his mind registers just how good it feels. Daryan smirks when Gavin’s moans increase in volume, fucking him even harder until he can feel Gavin tensing up.
And then Gavin moans his name, almost like he’s singing it. He releases onto himself and then Daryan’s coming as well, with a low moan of, “Fuck, Klavier!”
They gasp for breath, slowly letting go of each other. Daryan throws his condom in the bin and Gavin lies on the bed, too tired to move. He looks up when he feels Daryan join him on the bed again and they watch each other for a long moment of silence before Daryan decides fuck it, leaning in for a kiss and ignoring the taste of too much alcohol. Gavin reciprocates with enthusiasm, pulling Daryan on top of him and they kiss harder, forgetting that they’re tired and forgetting the hesitation it took to do this the first time. Daryan’s hand comes in contact with the second condom he’d found in Gavin’s jacket pocket and he glances at it, deciding that they might as well put it to good use.
This time, they’re tired to the point that they fall asleep soon after. Daryan finds a clean blanket to throw over them and Gavin’s already gone to sleep by the time Daryan crawls under the covers. He isn’t sure what the time was and doesn’t care enough to check, shutting his eyes and feeling his muscles slowly relax.
He wakes up facing his bedside clock, informing him that it’s two in the afternoon. Turning slowly, he sighs in relief when he finds Gavin still asleep. He doesn’t know what to say and doesn’t even know how much of last night Gavin would remember, so he sneaks out of bed and takes a shower, getting dressed and retreating to the kitchen.
When he hears Gavin wake up, Daryan’s eating instant noodles and watching the afternoon news on mute. He swallows his mouthful of food before holding his breath and listening. The sound of his shower screen sliding shut tells him that he still has some time before having to deal with Gavin, but he’s still drawing blanks as to what he should say. He stares at his noodles, no longer feeling hungry. He forces his way through a few more bites before he hears Gavin’s footsteps behind him. He turns immediately, gaze settling on his friend, leaning against the wall and clearly hung over.
“Hey,” he greets quietly, getting to his feet. “Painkillers are on the counter. I’ll get them for you.”
Silently accepting the pills and swallowing them with a glass of water, Gavin shuts his eyes and sighs heavily. Daryan watches him carefully, unsure of what to say or what to expect. Finally, Gavin opens his eyes and looks at Daryan, speaking the last four words he wants to hear.
“…What happened last night?”
Daryan opens his mouth and then shuts it again. Part of him wants to yell at him for how fucking obvious it is, while another part is trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to be able to say you were drunk off your ass and begged me to fuck you in a way that is least likely to make Gavin freak out.
“Daryan…” Gavin says quietly when he receives no reply. By the tone of his voice and his expression, it’s clear that he’s figured it out. Daryan looks away and clears his throat. Gavin reaches out his hand and then reconsiders, dropping it to his side again. “…I didn’t… force myself on you, did I?”
With a dry chuckle, Daryan shakes his head. “Could’ve said no if I wanted.”
“…And you didn’t?”
Daryan turns away, nudging Gavin. “You know how bitchy you get when someone says no to you.”
“Just try and be serious about this, ja?” Gavin asks, frowning.
“I don’t know what the hell to do, man. What do you even say when you’ve just fucked your best friend?”
Gavin falls silent and Daryan sighs, looking over his shoulder. “You hungry? I made enough noodles for both of us.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Daryan watches the way Gavin carefully sits on one of the stools and his mouth twitches into a small frown. “You okay?”
“I’m sore.”
“Right. Sorry.”
Gavin smiles a little and looks away until Daryan pushes the bowl of reheated noodles towards him. He eats, trying not to feel uncomfortable when Daryan sits beside him. Neither of them speak until the bowl is empty and Daryan’s carried it to the sink.
“About last night…” Daryan begins, glancing at Gavin before his gaze returns to the sink. “Any real reason you were that drunk and miserable?”
Gavin is silent for a moment, as though he is trying to remember. Daryan knows him well enough to know that he’s really trying to decide whether it’s worth talking about. He finally gives Daryan a cheery smile and shrugs a little. “None that I can remember… it could have just been stress, ja?”
Daryan frowns, but says nothing. The one thing that annoys him the most about Klavier Gavin is the way the man can pretend that nothing is wrong. It’s annoying that he gets away with it so often, but the thing that pisses Daryan off the most is that Gavin expects him to fall for it too.
“Perhaps I’ll go home. I have work to do,” Gavin says, which is utter bullshit and Daryan knows it. He’s really just trying to avoid talking about whatever’s bothering him and hell if Daryan is letting him get away with it. When he doesn’t reply, Gavin gets up and walks to the bedroom to retrieve his jacket and his shoes, which he’d kicked off near the door.
Daryan watches, trying to work out what he can say to stop Gavin. He knows that asking him to talk about whatever’s wrong won’t get them anywhere, so he tries to figure out the reason behind it instead. Knowing he’s short of time, he makes a stab in the dark.
“…So what did Kristoph do this time?”
Gavin stops in his tracks, but Daryan doesn’t feel the rush of self-satisfaction he usually does when he’s right. Gavin turns slowly and now Daryan can see all the cracks in the usually flawless mask he wears. Neither of them speak and Daryan finally breaks the silence with a small sigh.
“…Lucky guess,” he says, by way of explanation.
Gavin avoids his eyes, gaze fixed somewhere between the couch and the coffee table. “Go on. Say I told you so. I know you. You’ve been looking forward to this.”
Daryan’s lips twitch into a frown. “I won’t. …Trust me, I’d love to, but I… can’t.”
Gavin scowls. “I don’t need your sympathy, Crescend.”
“It ain’t about sympathy, man.” Daryan shoves his hands into his pockets and looks at the wall while he speaks. “It just sucks. What happened, anyway? He must’ve fucked up big time to make you turn around like that.”
The scowl fades a little until it’s a troubled frown, Gavin’s gaze still not meeting Daryan’s. “It wasn’t just one thing. …Little things add up, ja? It began when I realised he would never contact me unless he needed something… then the way he never truly accepted my interest in anything but the legal system. I didn’t want to admit it to you, but I slowly found myself agreeing with everything you had never complained about.”
“Heh.” Daryan slowly sits down in the nearest couch. “I probably would’ve been the worst guy to talk about it to, anyway.”
He’s sure he sees the ghost of a smile on Gavin’s face. “That was precisely why I didn’t.”
“So what ended up pushing you all the way?” Daryan asks, looking up at Gavin, watching the blue eyes wander and his jaw clench just a little harder.
“…My brother is currently looking to hire somebody at his law office. I only found out because I happened to be visiting him in the middle of an interview. You wouldn’t believe it… he feeds them promises of invaluable experience and a secure career path, but he treats them as nothing more than potential slaves.”
“What, he didn’t do the whole smiling thing?” Daryan asks.
“He did, but… I don’t know why, but felt disgustingly insincere. I could see through everything he said. He’s an egomaniac, Daryan. He thinks that everything is below him – it isn’t arrogance. He’s insane.”
Daryan’s eyes widen. He’s thought all of this before – and had known better than to voice this harsh an opinion to the guy’s brother, of all people. But hearing Gavin saying it to him makes him feel inexplicably sad.
He rises to his feet, slowly reaching out a hand. He hesitates, torn between wanting to comfort his best friend and being unsure if he should even touch the guy he’s just had gay sex with, the night before. His hand touches Gavin’s shoulders and their eyes meet. This is the Klavier Gavin he knows, not the horny insistent one from last night. Gavin hesitates, looking away and then looking back.
“…I confronted him after the interview was over. We fought. He confirmed my suspicions – that he cares for nobody but himself. I… didn’t know what to do. I wanted to come and talk to you about it, but I also wanted to get myself drunk enough to forget it ever happened.”
“So you did a bit of both, huh?”
Gavin flushes, ashamed. “I’m sorry—”
“Hey. I told ya. I want with it ‘cause I wanted to.”
“You couldn’t say no to sex, even if you tried,” Gavin mutters, torn between amusement and bitterness.
“Hey. I got the brains to decide if I really wanted to fuck my best friend.”
Gavin flinches at the tone. “I… should go.”
“You don’t wanna… talk about this?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gavin shakes his head. “Not now, Daryan. Perhaps never. Forget it – it was just an accident.”
The words are a slap in the face and Daryan stands there, too stunned to protest as Gavin turns and lets himself out. He stares at the door for a good five minutes, waiting for the just kidding, but it doesn’t happen.
Sliding back into his seat, he rests his head in his hands. His mental voice sounds more panicked than he’d like as he asks himself, well, what the fuck do you do now, Crescend?
An entire day passes without them seeing each other. Unusual, considering the fact that both of their jobs require them to work together, but it’s a weekend and Daryan received a text message from one of the other band members to inform him that practice has been cancelled.
He spends the afternoon in front of his TV, drinking beer and wondering if he’d end up making things even worse if he turned up at Kristoph Gavin’s house and beat the shit out of the guy for causing this problem in the first place. And in spite of the extremely uninteresting day he’s having, he’s still inexplicably horny by night.
Usually, if he doesn’t spend Saturday nights with the band, he’s at the club with a selection of girls to take home. But his mood’s off and he decides against going out. He ends up jacking off in bed, trying to think of pretty girls with nice curves, but every time he shuts his eyes, he sees Gavin instead. Every time he thinks of a different girl, he finds some feature – whether it be blonde hair or blue eyes – that bright him right back to Klavier fucking Gavin. When he finally gives in and thinks of Gavin; his gasping breath and arching back, he finishes embarrassingly quickly, panting and swearing as his head spins with the implications.
He gets into the shower, trying to clear his head under the warm spray. It doesn’t help the way he wants it to and he can’t ignore the rush of panic every time he thinks too hard about Gavin. By the time he crawls into bed, he’s miserable. But determined. Just like when Gavin was about to leave the first time, Daryan thinks only one thing – fuck if I’m letting him get away from this.
The next morning, he’s greeted by a light headache and a mess of empty beer cans in the living room. He frowns at himself as he clears them away – more than he’d thought, but not really enough for it to surprise him. One can’s still got half left, so he downs it without a second thought and then regrets it. It’s flat and tastes like piss. He fixes himself some breakfast and watches the TV, wondering if he’s sober enough to drive. Second-guitarist of the Gavinners detective Daryan Crescend slapped with a DUI, he muses over his cereal and news reports of the economy doing fuck-knows-what. Almost ironic enough to make it tempting, but that’d give Gavin another reason to act like a bitch. Thinking of Gavin is sobering enough and Daryan remembers that he should probably shower anyway.
After he’s done in the shower, he pulls on his black jeans and a blue shirt with white down the middle. It reminds him of his stage clothes – it’s his favourite thing to wear when he’s doing band stuff. It cheers him up a little, but he’s still frowning when he gets in the car and starts it up.
Gavin’s place isn’t too far from his, but it’s hot outside and Daryan isn’t in the mood to walk it. He glides into the drive way of Gavin’s place, silently turning the engine off so he isn’t heard until he knocks. And then, it’s obvious that it’s him. Gavin’s got a cute little purple-and-silver doorbell that everyone uses. Daryan always knocks.
Gavin answers the door sooner than Daryan expects. He looks like shit – like he’s been up all night and then some. Daryan takes some satisfaction in the fact that this whole thing is fucking them over the same.
“I was wondering when you would visit,” Gavin says, looking neither happy nor upset.
Daryan narrows his eyes and pushes his way in, as if only just remembering that he’s pissed. Gavin’s eyebrows draw together in concern at the way Daryan carries himself. They’ve spent enough time with each other for him to know that Daryan’s psyching himself up for a fight. For some strange reason that wouldn’t work if it were anybody but Daryan, Gavin finds this reassuring.
“I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I was panicked. I didn’t mean it,” he says in the hope that it will make Daryan respond, or stop frowning at the very least.
It doesn’t work, mainly because Daryan knows that it’s a lie. Gavin sighs heavily, folding his arms across his chest.
“Did you come here to argue, Daryan? You… you don’t realise what it’s like. You get along with your sister! I used to believe every word my brother said, without question, for such a long time. Just thinking of all the things I did for him without a second thought terrifies me. I always told myself that he knew best, but everything he’s ever done – everything he asked me to do – has only ever been for his own benefit. How could I not see that?” ***
And Daryan finally breaks his silence, with a laugh. One that is devoid of any actual amusement – it sounds bitter and more like a bark than a laugh. But he looks at Gavin with understanding, instead of irritation. “You’re a smart guy, man. I know that better than anyone. But when your bro’s involved, you’ve always been a fucking idiot.”
Unsure of how to respond, Gavin remains silent and waits for Daryan to continue. For a moment, it doesn’t look like he will, but then he shrugs. “Look. We all got our weaknesses. There’s always gonna be people we believe in, instead of thinking about it first. I ain’t pissed at you for believing in your bro. It makes sense that you’re feeling fucked over now you’ve realised the kind of bastard he is. But just because things are screwed up with him, doesn’t mean things have to be screwed up with me.”
“But I used you, Daryan! And then I blamed it on Kristoph. Don’t you realise that?”
“Yeah, I know it. But it doesn’t bother me like you think. I… man, I’d let you do it again.”
Gavin frowns, confused. “Why would you do something like that?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Daryan looks away and shrugs. “Dunno. It just… didn’t feel wrong. I mean sure, we’re both dudes but that never bothered us when we did all that fanservice at the last concert, just for kicks.”
“But that was on stage—”
“And at the after-party?” Daryan cuts in. “You were all over me – as much as you could be without it being outright gay. Man, we nearly kissed that night and it wasn’t the first time. How do you explain that?”
Gavin opens his mouth to respond, but no words come. He shuts it and looks at the floor.
“Look, Klavier. If you want to pretend we never did it, I’ll play along. But I’m never gonna let you tell me – or yourself – that you didn’t want it when you were begging me for it. It could’ve been anyone – there are chicks who’d spread their legs for you on command, if you wanted. But it was me.”
Neither of them speak for a moment and Daryan sighs, heading towards the door. He’s about to turn the handle when Gavin speaks up.
“…Daryan.” He waits until the other man’s turned around before continuing. “…Do you want something to drink?”
Daryan’s lips twitch upward. Crappy save, man. “Water’s fine.”
“I won’t be long.”
He knows it’s Gavin’s way of telling him to stay, so he sits on the soft faux-leather couch in front of the massive TV that takes up most of the wall. Gavin joins him soon enough, carrying two glasses of water. Sitting, he turns the TV on and they drink to the afternoon news. It doesn’t hold their interest and as soon as Gavin puts his empty glass down on the table, he picks up the remote and switches to the music channel. They relax into the couch and things start to feel normal again. They listen to song that’s on and watch the video that goes with it, both silently thinking that theirs are better. The song ends, along with whatever show was playing and the next one starts – an hour-long segment about a boy band full of pretty boys who can’t sing for shit and somehow still have the balls to consider themselves rivals of the Gavinners. They both groan in unison.
“Change it,” Gavin says, rubbing his temples to stave off an imaginary headache induced by bad music.
“It’s your TV, you do it,” Daryan replies. They both reach for the remote at the same time, both expecting the other to pull away. Their hands meet over it, fingers colliding. Of the buttons they accidentally press, the power button is one of them and the room goes uncomfortably silent.
They look at each other, neither of them moving their hands away. Then, as if moving on an invisible cue, they both reach for each other. Grabbing onto the material of each other’s shirts, they kiss. Daryan pulls Gavin closer again and they settle back on the couch, deepening the kiss. Gavin crawls on top of him, straddling him, kissing him harder and Daryan carefully settles his hands on the other’s legs. With a soft gasp, Gavin grinds against Daryan and they both moan, appreciating the friction. Daryan’s grip tightens, but he breaks the kiss so he can look at Gavin. Taking a moment to form a coherent sentence, he speaks, “Y-You ain’t getting away with passing this off as a mistake—”
“I know,” Gavin replies impatiently, kissing Daryan’s neck.
Willing himself not to become lost in the pleasure just yet, Daryan struggles to keep his head clear and his voice even. “Sure you really want this?”
Gavin slips a hand between their bodies, his fingers closing around Daryan’s erection, straining against his jeans. “You want this just as badly as I do. Why are you asking me?”
Daryan frowns. “Ain’t worth it if you’re gonna regret it.”
This makes Gavin smirk. “That’s almost sweet of you.”
“Ain’t always a prick, y’know.”
“Ja. I know.”
And somewhere between the words, they make the mutual decision that yeah, we’re doing this. Gavin stands, walking to his room. Daryan follows without having to be asked.
They approach each other slowly. Gavin, with no memory of their previous time together, takes the time to let his eyes wander over Daryan’s chest as he pulls the blue-and-white shirt off. His fingertips run lightly across the skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. There’s a look of such concentration in Gavin’s light blue eyes that Daryan cannot keep himself from grinning and pouncing. Gavin finds himself pinned to his bed, any possible protests already dying in his throat as he feels Daryan’s lips on his chest, kissing their way up.
“Know what?” Daryan asks, pressing his lips to Gavin’s jaw before continuing. “Nearly gave you head last time. Would’ve done it, if you didn’t stop me.”
Gavin’s head spins at the very notion of Daryan willingly sucking him off. “Why the hell did I stop you? And why did you let me?”
This makes Daryan laugh. “Too impatient for foreplay, man. But y’know what? I didn’t even think twice about it back then. It’s just something that I wanted to do.”
Gavin raises an eyebrow. “You do realise that sounds gay, ja?”
“Man, I got you pinned to your bed and we’re on our way to getting naked. Somehow, I don’t think the gay thing’s gonna bother me.”
“Really?” Gavin regards him passively. As passively as he can manage, in his current position. “You wouldn’t care if anyone knew?”
Daryan’s forehead twitches into a frown. “…Fine. I don’t care when it’s just me and you.”
“Mmm, a secret affair with my best friend, second-guitarist and favourite detective…” Gavin says it in a breathy way that makes it sound ridiculously hot. “…Sounds nearly as good as that blowjob.”
Daryan smirks, picking up the obvious hint. “Good thing I didn’t do it, in the end. Would’ve sucked if I did and you forgot how amazing it was.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?” Lifting his head far enough to give Daryan an amused look, Gavin chuckles softly. “You’ve never even been with another man before me.”
“And you have?” Daryan asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Ah…” he looks away, unsure of what Daryan wants to hear and how to side-step the truth. To his surprise, Daryan laughs, shaking his head.
“Man, I knew it. You’re way too pretty for me to be the only guy who’s wanted you.”
Gavin looks embarrassed by this but Daryan doesn’t notice, his attention directed at undoing the fly on his friend’s pants. Gavin helps, equally as eager to take them off. Then his cock is in Daryan’s hand and Gavin’s mind blanks, unable to think anything but fuck yes.
Sliding his long fingers down the length, Daryan looks up at Gavin to drink in the pleasure that is clearly written across his face before lowering his lips to the head in an imitation of what he had started to do the previous time.
“Daryan!” Gavin gasps, partly because of the feel of the other’s warm mouth around his erection, but mainly because it is Daryan who is doing this to him. Grabbing a fistful of the bed sheets, he resists the urge to thrust into Daryan’s mouth, letting the pleasure consume him at a maddeningly slow pace.
He shudders and moans. Daryan is inexperienced and perhaps not as good as some of the women Gavin has been with, but he knows what he likes and when he applies that, it isn’t very far off from what Gavin likes too. His hands entangle themselves in the long, dark hair before he even realises that he’s moved them from the bed sheets and Daryan pulls away just far enough to look up at him. Their gazes lock for a moment and both of them feel their heads spin at the way they look at each other – the possessiveness they see reflected in each other is the last push they need to come to terms with the fact that things between them have changed and that they will never revert back. By the way Gavin traces his fingers down Daryan’s cheek, and the brief kiss Daryan gives to them when they reach his lips, it’s clear that neither of them would want to go back anyway.
Daryan turns his attention back to Gavin’s cock and can feel the blue eyes on him this time. He can hear the breathy sighs as Gavin now has the visuals to accompany the feeling of Daryan’s tongue running up the length of his erection before sliding his lips around it. Daryan takes his time, ignoring the impatient sounds Gavin makes. And then the sounds change from impatient to urgent as Gavin’s hips lift off the bed and Daryan pulls away just in time to watch him release.
“Ah,” Gavin sighs as he relaxes back on the bed, looking just as content as he sounds. Daryan grins, settling beside him on the bed and folding his arms behind his head. Turning his head a little, Gavin smirks. “You didn’t disappoint, Herr Crescend.”
Daryan snorts. “Do I ever?”
Gavin’s eyes show his amusement as he props himself up with his elbows and leans across to kiss his companion. “Good point. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy having you around so much.”
“Good thing you do. I ain’t planning on going anywhere.” He pulls Gavin down to lie on top of him. “No way in hell you’re getting rid of me. But I bet, you know that already.”
“And the same applies for you,” Gavin replies, running his hand through Daryan’s hair. Rolling his hips against Daryan’s, he chuckles at the low moan it draws out of the man beneath him. Slipping his hand between their bodies, it settles on Daryan’s half-hard cock and he smirks before they kiss. “I should do something about this, ja…?”
It is night when Daryan finally makes to leave; well past dinner though neither of them seem to notice nor care. They stand against the closed door for a long moment, kissing each other and not entirely willing to let each other go.
“You could spend the night here,” Gavin murmurs as they part for air.
“Fuck, you’re clingy,” Daryan replies with a grin. “This ain’t how you usually act when you start dating someone. Man, where’s the cool act gone?”
“You see through that anyway.”
“Damn right.” Daryan kisses him and their lips smack loudly. His grin widens and he does it again. “…Guess it wouldn’t do any harm to stay the night. You feelin’ any better now?”
“About Kristoph?” Gavin asks, sounding reluctant to mention him. He shrugs, pulling himself closer to Daryan. “I do, which is entirely thanks to you. At least something good came of all the trouble, ja?”
Kicking his shoes off again and holding Gavin against the wall, Daryan kisses him hard. “Hell yeah. Man, if your bro knew he’s the reason we’re finally fucking, he’d go crazy.”
Gavin smiles, not as comfortable with that thought, but letting Daryan indulge his imagination all the same.
“So if I’m stayin’ the night…” Daryan murmurs with a smirk. “How about we get back to bed? Bet we could get a couple more rounds in before it gets too late.”
Gavin leads the way back to his room and watches in amusement as Daryan undresses in less than a minute, quickly taking off all the clothes it had taken him half an hour to reluctantly put back on in the first place. As they kiss, legs finding the edge of Gavin’s bed before they sink into the soft mattress, they both acknowledge the fact that whatever they have between them had changed, past the point of no return. Neither of them mind.
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