goefflazerramsey:

;; The sun was out, the birds were singing, and Geoff’s alarm was blaring. His pillow was covered in what he wanted to believe was a mix of spilled beer and saliva. He, of course, had a massive headache from last night, and the last thing he wanted was to get ready for work. Geoff dragged himself out of bed and into the shower, much too hungover to do anything in a timely manner. Getting up this morning was achievement enough. 

;; It wasn’t until he was throwing clothes on did he notice the dick drawn on his hipbone - he passed it off as one of his tattoos at first glance, but yeah, that was definitely a penis. What the fuck had even happened last night? The last thing he remembered was betting Ryan that he could do more shots than him. Maybe that wasn’t as good of an idea as he had thought at the time.

;; Surprisingly, by the time he got into the building, there was barely anyone there. He grabbed some coffee before heading into AH Headquarters, ready to confront Ryan about the dick on his hip. What he got was something entirely different. Those were his boxers in Ryan’s hands. Geoff couldn’t even begin to rationalize what he was seeing. “I, uh. Wha-Ry? ” Nor could he make words come out of his mouth, apparently.

“G-Geoff–” Ryan’s hand tightened it’s grip on the cloth, trying to shove it into his bag once again. He obviously should’ve put it away when he had the chance. Hastily trying to zip up the bag, it caught on itself and Ryan resorted to forcefully shoving it off his lap and onto the floor under his desk. “Those aren’t yours– They’re–” Ryan’s face contorted with a mix of confusion and shame. “I can explain?”

ahmichaelxjones:

“Awww, does Ryan need a hug?”

“Kind of. Yeah.”

big-boss-free:

“I’m not bein’ mean Ryan, I’m just telling the truth.”

“Mean.”

xsorola:

“Perfectly acceptable in a time like this.”

“Just to be clear–”

“You just gave me permission to ’rub up on you ’ as long as it’s not right now.”

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sexyslowmotrash-archive:

Gavin stared at Ryan, trying to understand why might meant. “What do you mean you might’ve? You either did or didn’t.”

He blinked a few times, expecting a stronger reaction from the other. “Something, uh.. Something happened. Something really personal.” Ryan’s eyes squinted, trying to remember what had happened the night before. “I got really drunk. I don’t really remember anything. But I’m fairly sure I slept with someone.” His teeth ground against each other. “I’m sorry, Gav. I didn’t want to bother you with my shit and I made a mistake.”

“Why you gotta be so mean?”