Prom Night // Mavin 

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Gavin let out a soft laugh at Mason’s words. “I think he’s just got you wrapped around his finger.” He grinned at him, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m really happy that you’re here.” His heart beat faster in his chest as he looked at Mason. He looked amazing, suit jacket fitting him really well and making Gavin very aware that his boyfriend was gorgeous.

“You look good,” he breathed, a soft smile on his face. “You said something about dancing?”

Mason smirked, tilting his head to the side in thought, “Maybe. Just a little.” He chuckled softly. Having Gavin in his arms like that made it all worth it. He was sure he could handle absolutely anything, just as long as he got to do this, “I got ready in about five minutes,” He laughed, shaking his head, “You on the other hand, look amazing.”

Mason grinned, looking into Gavin’s eyes for a moment, “Right. Dancing. That’s what you’re meant to do at prom, right? Dance with me…?”

(Source: themasonjones)

Prom Night // Mavin 

gavinquentinwest:

Gavin had done as Mason asked and gone to prom with Jillian. His sister looked gorgeous in her dress, her hair done up all nice, and he felt shabby next to her. He was in a tux, hair mostly under control but more than a little messy due to nervous fingers raking through it every few minutes. Gavin had found the perfect mask, a masquerade version of Hawkeye’s mask in a pleasant shade of purple-red, and it was affixed comfortably on his face.

He was moving a little bit to the music, but really he just wished that Mason was there with him. He missed the other boy whenever he wasn’t around and this was no exception. Jillian had been pulled away to dance with someone, and Gavin was left alone near a wall.

As if conjoured by his thoughts, Mason was there with a shy smile and his hand out, asking Gavin to dance and Gavin’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting his boyfriend to show up, though he had hoped for it. “Mason?” he asked dumbly, a little in shock. He slipped his hand into the offered one and yanked Mason close, throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. “I didn’t think you’d come…”

Mason wasn’t sure what to expect. He wanted Gavin to be happy to see him, of course. He wouldn’t have been all that surprised if he had been angry with him fr not coming until the very last minute, though. He didn’t really know what he was doing there, in that room with all those people, but it felt right when he got to see Gavin like this. 

He quickly wrapped his arms around him when Gavin hugged him, closing his eyes, and sighing happily, “Neither did I.” He would’ve been completely content to stay holding him like that for the rest of the night. Mason hadn’t thought he’d want this so badly. He rested their heads together, speaking softly, “Ben’s really persuasive. He’s got the pretty eyes thing to use against me.”

(Source: themasonjones)

Prom Night // Mavin 

Mason was staring at the ground when it happened. He should’ve seen it coming, really. He hadn’t been completely with it ever since that gossip had gone out. Everyone knew. Everyone knew he wasn’t good enough. He would never be good enough. It physically ached to think about. And then Gavin had been so sweet. Had kissed him, and told him he was amazing. He didn’t think he was, but he liked that Gavin did. And that made him feel like an awful boyfriend. Because that was what he was now; a boyfriend. A boyfriend he was too afraid to take Gavin to prom. Too afraid of the people that would no doubt be talking about him. He’d never felt quite so ashamed before.

“Go.” He heard his brothers soft voice from the corner of the room.
Mason cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair, “You should be in bed.”

“Go to prom. Go be with him. Please.”

Mason turned to look at Ben, the expression on his face melting his heart. He didn’t want to see Ben ever looking that hurt, “I can’t.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think, Mace. Please.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like seeing you like this. Gavin makes you happy, so go. Go be with him, and go be happy.” Ben sighed softly, “I’ll go to bed, I promise. And you can bring him back here later, but if you wake me up, we have to have fish and chips tomorrow.”

“I don’t have a suit.” Mason tried, biting his lip because they both knew that was a complete lie.

“Wear one of the ones you used to wear back home. Please.”

Mason sighed softly, watching Ben for a moment, then groaning in frustration, “Alright! Fine. Straight to bed.” He smiled to himself as he watched Ben rush to his room, going to his closet, and finding a decent suit jacket to wear. His white shirt would do for underneath, and his black pants seemed to go okay with it. His hair was a complete mess, but he didn’t really care. Ben was right. He needed to be there. With Gavin.

It didn’t take Mason all that long to get there. He rolled his eyes as they handed him a mask at the door, rushing into the room. There were so many people, and that fear crept back to him as he looked around, but it slowly faded when he eventually spotted the ginger boy. Making his way over to him, he smiled shyly, holding out a hand, “May I have this dance?”