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Summary: Steven is a tall, sexy man with a slight anger problem. Gary is his self-conscious and extremely loyal boyfriend, who will do anything for his one true love. Including putting himself in life-threatening situations to save a TV. Chaos ensues.
AN: It's short, but it's extremely cute. Aww. Fluff. Isn't there a saying, like, with so much fluff, you'd need a toothbrush? I don't know. But grab a toothbrush just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own...wait. I DO OWN THEM! I made them up just 2 seconds ago, but still. They are MY imagination. P
Well, this doesn't hurt so bad, Gary mused, his foot bleeding slightly where a shard of glass had just been imbedded. I just can't let Steven see! Oh, he probably won't notice that a plate has gone missing...but he may...oh, fudge... Gary had managed to break one of Steven's fancy china plates whilst washing it. He'd accidentally stepped on one of the broken pieces while going to fetch the broom. He pulled the piece out, not caring much about the pain (he'd had worse). He then rapidly swept up the pieces, careful to make sure that every piece of glass that littered the floor had been taken care of. If Steven came in here and stepped on a shard, I would never forgive myself!
Gary had just finished and stowed the broom when the front door of the apartment was slammed open. Gary immediately raced to the entrance-way and grabbed Steven's coat from him, like he did every single day.
"Gar, you don't have to do that," Steven said kindly, as he did every single day.
"I want to," Gary replied kindly. As he always did. It was Gary's highest aspiration to make sure that Steven was as comfortable and happy as possible. "I was just washing some dishes, is all," he said, with a forced smile. I'm lying. I'm deliberately lying to my boyfriend. Oh, Jesus, what if he found out I was lying? He'd kick me out! He'd kick me out for sure, oh, he'd be so disappointed...
Gary didn't realize it, but he often did this; whenever he did something that he was sure was a mistake, he beat himself up inside for it. Finally, he'd end up feeling so bad that Steven would notice, and Gary would confess to his crime, and Steven would then tell Gary that his crime was not really a crime at all.
Then they'd fuck.
Gary knew that this time was different though. This lie was so huge, this mistake was so enormous, that he'd never be forgiven. In fact, I wouldn't even be surprised if he beat me until I couldn't walk...I bloody well deserve it! Gary kept in mind that Steven had never even raised a finger to him before, but he wasn't sure that that was enough protection from his wrath this time.
"So, what's for dinner?" Steven asked. Gary gasped. I forgot about dinner!
"Oh no, I was so caught up with the dishes, I didn't even think about dinner! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go make something right now, don't worry!" Gary was about to go straight back into the kitchen when he was grabbed around the waist.
"Hey, calm down, buddy," Steven muttered in his ear, kissing the top of his head fondly. "We can just get pizza or something today, don't worry."
Gary slumped in relief. Steven was not angry with him. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, relishing in the warmth of the embrace. Embraces such as these were common in their home, but Gary was often sure that their latest embrace would be their last.
Finally, after a few moments of wonderful peace, they broke apart so that Steven could go and order pizza. Gary took that time to go and put a band-aid on his foot; he did not want it to start bleeding all over Steven's nice carpet. Gary would never forgive himself if he ruined his boyfriends house.
A half an hour later found them snuggled together on the couch, eating a large cheese pizza while watching CSI. Gary's head was snugly resting in Steven's armpit, and Steven's arm was tightly wrapped around Gary's shoulders. These were the times Gary was glad to be alive.
Steven worked in an office. A big, corporate office with cubicles and coffee-makers and co-workers. Gary, however, was unemployed. He'd been fired from his latest job as a waiter at Denny's when he'd accidentally dropped an entire tray of food onto an unsuspecting customer. Needless to say, he was certain that Steven would break up with him for sure. However, Steven instead invited Gary to live in his apartment with him until he could get a job again.
Gary knew he did not deserve Steven's kindness. Not in the slightest.
So, while Steven worked his 9-5 Big, Corporate Office job in the city, Gary stayed home and cleaned. He was a very good cleaner; however, it did not seem as if anyone was going to hire him, because he had been fired from every job he'd ever acquired. Apparently, no employer wanted someone who was such an obvious screw-up.
Gary did enjoy cleaning, and felt that it was all he could do to pay off his debt to Steven. Steven had told him many times that there was no debt, that Gary could stay with him as long as he wanted for free, but Gary knew that Steven wasn't made out of money, and that keeping one person sheltered and healthy was hard enough. So, the house was constantly spotless and perfect, for Gary put all of his effort into making it perfect.
Today was no different than any other day. Gary cleaned, organized, dusted, and washed all day long. It was already 4:30 before Gary declared that it was as clean as it could possibly be.
All of a sudden, Gary heard a knocking at the door. They did get visitors once in a while, but they were generally friends, who called before they were coming. Gary peered through the peep-hole curiously, but found that he could not recognize the two men that were standing there. One was short, and slightly balding. The other was a little taller, and had an ugly purple sweatshirt. Gary, against a horrible feeling, pulled the door open.
"Yes?" he asked in his squeaky-yet-utterly-adorably-fuckable voice.
"Ah...we were wondering..." started the man in the sweatshirt.
"If, well, if you needed your chimney swept!" the short one finished.
"Steven doesn't have a chimney," Gary replied. "This is an apartment..." Gary knew as soon as he pointed out that there couldn't possibly be a fireplace to sweep out that something bad was going to happen.
And so it did. The two men pushed their way into the house and slammed the door shut. "Ok, you little shit! Where's the money!" The tall one was now holding a gun; where did that come from? While the shorter one was already rushing through the house, pulling open drawers and rifling through them rapidly.
"W-what? We don't have any money!" Gary squeaked. The purple sweatshirt guy pointed his gun dangerously at Gary's head.
"Where. Is. The. Fucking. Money. You. Dumb. Shit!"
"In the bank!" Gary responded, feeling quite idiotic after he said it. "Wait, no, don't shoot me, I didn't mean to sound impertinent!" He covered his head and waited, expecting the man to blast him.
"Fuck. George? I don't think they've got any money..." he yelled to the shorter man.
"Whatever, let's just take all their good stuff then, Al," the balding one replied.
Gary gasped as he was pushed into the kitchen. "Fuck, you stupid kid, you'd better stay RIGHT HERE," Al directed while throwing Gary onto the floor in front of the kitchen sink. Gary barely registered a stabbing pain in his backside; he must have sat on a shard that had not been properly swept up. Al then ripped the phone out of the wall and threw it against the wall. Gary gasped again; this man was ruining Steven's house!
Al disappeared back into the living room; Gary could not see what he was doing, for a counter blocked the living room from kitchen view.
"George, this TV is kick-ass! It's all flat! And big!" Al said gleefully.
"Whatever. Let's take it then, since there's no money!"
Gary didn't know what to do. If Steven got home and the TV was gone, what would he do to him? The TV was Steven's prized possession; his nephew had come over once and left a fingerprint on it, and Steven had gone berserk. His sister had not called him for three weeks because her son had arrived home bawling. Gary was often jealous of the machine, because he was sure that Steven loved it more than him.
And Gary was about to let it just get taken away! Steven will never forgive me if I let them get away with it!
So, Gary, acting completely opposite of what a rational person would do, rushed into the living room and jumped on top of Al's shoulders.
"What the fuck?? Get offa me! George, fuck, do something!" Al was shaking his shoulders, trying to detach Gary, but not succeeding. George grabbed Gary's legs, but Gary held onto Al as tightly as possible.
The next ten minutes were a flurry of legs and hands and the occasional gunshot. Gary didn't even notice when his arm was grazed with a bullet that was obviously meant for his head; it would have hit it's target too, if Gary wasn't effectively stopping Al from aiming correctly. It didn't seem as though George had a gun, but he did grab a chair, and was attempting to hit Gary over the head with it.
Of course, George managed to miss Gary's head and hit Al's instead. Al cursed rather loudly and let off another gun shot. Right into the television.
Gary screamed. Oh no! NOOO!
Then, the world seemed to stop, because the front door had been opened, and Steven had walked inside. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Steven bellowed. Al and George, both being considerably shorter than Steven, trembled when he approached them. Gary, however, did not even notice; it seemed as if his whole world was crumbling before his eyes. The TV...it's my fault, it's all my fault, I destroyed Steven's TV! Gary felt tears well up in his eyes. He let go of Al's shoulders and slipped to the ground in a heap.
Gary soon realized he was in the middle of a battle though, so he stood up and stepped deftly out of the way as Steven beat them with the butt of the gun that he had easily taken from Al's hands. The men barely managed to stumble out of the apartment with their lives intact.
Gary stared at the gun in Steven's hand apprehensively and wondered if Steven would shoot him for letting the television get wrecked. His head dropped as he realized that he had let down his boyfriend more than ever before. I'm such a bad boyfriend. I deserve to get shot. I couldn't even save a television. I'm worthless!
"Gary..." Steven finally breathed after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "Oh my God...Jesus! What the hell happened!"
Gary recounted the event tearfully, leaving out the part where he had sat on a shard, since that would mean revealing that he'd lied to Steven the day earlier though.
"And, and, I let him shoot your TV!" Gary finished, full out sobbing now.
"Oh my God, Gary!" Steven dropped the gun and wrapped his arms securely around Gary. "There, there, it's ok, they're not going to come back here...what were their names again? Al and George? We're going to call the police, and you can tell them what these criminals looked like, and then they'll get caught! Shh, don't worry, I'm here, you're perfectly safe now!"
Gary hiccupped. "Oh, what does it matter if I'm safe? I let them destroy your TV! I as good as did it myself!"
Steven forced Gary to look him in the eye. Gary gulped at the obvious anger apparent there. "I-I'm so sorry!" Gary managed to get out.
"I never want to hear you say that again," Steven growled. "I never want to hear you talk about your own life in such a way! Your safety matters more than anything! Do you think I care more about the TV than you!?"
Gary couldn't help but nod.
"Gary! Jesus! You're my boyfriend, and I love you more than anything! Especially that dumb television!" Steven hugged him tightly. "Oh God, you could have died, they could have shot you!"
"They did shoot me."
Steven jerked away. "WHAT?"
Gary instantly started to protest. "Oh, it doesn't even hurt or anything!" Gary pointed to his arm, which sported a pretty nasty gash where he'd been grazed. "I'll be fine, don't worry!"
Steven though, seemed to take that as a sign to look Gary over completely. He turned him around in his arms, inspecting every inch. Steven eventually came across a spot of red on Gary's butt. "What happened here?" he asked.
"Oh, I, uhm...when Al threw me on the floor in the kitchen..." Gary said.
"Was there something glass on the floor or something?"
Gary started apologizing profusely. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I broke a plate yesterday and I thought I swept it all up completely, but I guess I didn't clean it up all the way, and I'm so sorry!!" Gary looked as if he expected to be thrashed.
"Sorry? For what? Breaking a plate? I don't care, babe," Steven murmured into Gary's ear. "I don't care if you drop something and break it by accident, it's not a big deal...we do have plenty of paper plates," he said.
Gary looked ashamed of himself still.
"Hey, you saved the house!" Steven said. "Cheer up!"
"I didn't do anything," Gary muttered glumly. "Except for bust your TV..."
"You stalled them for ten whole minutes! If you hadn't stalled them, then they would have gotten away with the TV and probably more! And, they could have killed you! You're so brave, Gary, you stopped them, and now the police will be able to catch them!"
Gary could barely believe it. "You...you aren't mad with with me?"
Steven responded with a full blown kiss, right on the mouth. "I love you Gary, I love you," he muttered into Gary's mouth. "Don't you ever forget it..."
The End...