Rating: M
Pairing: Geovin
Warnings: Daddy!kink, swearing, alcohol mentioned, slight smut
It was late when Gavin stumbled into the Ramsey house, drunk as can be after a night of partying with his boy, Michael. Surely everyone was asleep by now seeing as it was nearly three in the morning, but he was surprised when the light from the television blinded him as he rounded the corner into the living room. An empty bottle of scotch slammed down onto the coffee table and startles Gavin as Geoff turns to acknowledge him, eyes bloodshot.
"Come sit on daddy's lap." Geoff slurs as he pats his lap enthusiastically, eyeing Gavin like a predator.
Gavin stumbles his way over to where Geoff sit's relaxed on the couch. As Gavin stumbles closer Geoff reaches out and pulls Gavin so that he lands straddling Geoff's waist, a leg on each side. The booze he had coursing through his body has Gavin's pulse racing. Leaning forward, his head suddenly feels to heavy to hold itself up anymore, so he rests it on Geoff's shoulder, breathe tickling slightly as he inhales deeply. Geoff smells of whiskey and hard liquors but there is something there underneath that scent that seemed to be forever ingrained into Geoff's skin, something that makes Gavin's head spin, and not from the alcohol.
Geoff doesn't touch him like Gavin thought he was going too. Like he was going to ravish him. Instead Geoff's hands find their way to the small of his back and he rubs soothing circles into the skin hidden just under Gavin's jumper. Its comforting, really, Gavin muses as the motion begins to lull him to sleep. Noticing his little pet nodding off in his lap, Geoff's hands decide to take another course of action. Slipping down further they reach their mark, slipping just under Gavin's waistband to slide along the smooth skin found there.
The swift change of motion has Gavin wide awake again and mewling under Geoff's ministrations. Gavin whispers dirty things into the skin of Geoff's neck. Begging for him to be touched, to be taken. But Geoff doesn't want it to be like this, to be a drunken rut on the couch. He wants to take his time with Gavin. Have him licked open and wet on his bed asking for "daddy" to take care of him. He wants Gavin to need him.
So when the harmless petting has Gavin hard and rubbing against his thigh, Geoff takes mercy on him and drunkenly lifts both of them off the couch and make their way into the bedroom. Dumping Gavin onto his bed, Geoff wastes no time in crawling onto his prey to take what Gavin is so openly giving him. The first kiss they share is sloppy and wet but filled with so much passion that Geoff can hardly bring himself to care.
Their noses fit together awkwardly as their teeth mash together angrily, but he could hardly bring himself to care. When they part for air, chests heaving, Geoff moves to leave sloppy open mouth kisses down Gavin's neck, as he pops open the fly on Gavin's awfully tight pants. Sliding his other hand up Gavin's body, Geoff begins to notice Gavin's slowing pulse followed by short little snores.
"God damn it, Gavin." Geoff breathes dejectedly as he moves off Gavin's sleeping form onto the other side of the bed and throws his arm up over his eyes.
He'll pay for this in the morning, Geoff thinks to himself as he slides off the bed to step into a cold shower to take care of his problem caused by his mincey little brit. Oh he'll definitely pay for this tomorrow.
