"But why?" Nines asked curiously as he watched Chloe holding the delicate sprig above Elijah's head. They were sitting in the conservatory. They'd finished their meal and were simply enjoying the peace and quiet that came with a soundproofed mansion outside Detroit. Nines had never seen such a plant before, though it wasn't surprising considering it was his first winter outside Cyberlife Tower. He'd been in the final test phase of his existence during the revolution and had been left in stasis during the later turmoil. He likely would have remained that way if it hadn't been for Gavin. A certain fond warmth filled his chest at the memory.
"Oh, it's just a tradition. If someone holds a sprig of mistletoe above another person's head, or two people meet beneath it, they're supposed to kiss," Elijah replied as he sipped his amber drink. Another whiskey by the looks of it. They'd already completely cleared the table. Only drinking glasses and gently flickering candles remained littering the white cloth. Gavin was a little surprised Elijah didn't have some sort of pretentious candelabra as a centrepiece. He likely did have one somewhere, but Chloe much preferred the smaller, intimate votive candles. She'd put them in small decorative red holders that flooded the room with a soft red glow.
"And it's bad luck not to," Chloe added as she rested a meaningful hand on Elijah's shoulder. Elijah looked up at her with soft, amused eyes, an almost dopey smile on his face. "The theorised origin story is actually quite sad. In Norse mythology the Goddess, Frigg, cast a spell to protect her son, Baldur, against plants that could be used as weapons. The spell was effective, but it missed out mistletoe. Loki eventually made a spear from mistletoe that killed Baldur. It's unclear exactly when it came about, but in some retellings of the story, Frigg decided that mistletoe would become a symbol of love, and she promised to kiss anyone that stood beneath it. This story isn't widely recognised of course, and considering the tradition seemed to begin in England, it's likely not connected. However, it is a tradition now and bad luck to refuse," Chloe explained with a little insistence. Her blue eyes shifted almost expectantly to Elijah, who was still relaxing in his chair. He chuckled as he lowered his tumbler to his cocked knee, reaching up to rest his fingers beneath Chloe's chin.
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" His teasing tone was laced with silken undertones as he patiently waited, drawing Chloe's chin a little closer. Smooth fucker…Gavin scoffed internally as he watched Chloe lean in and kiss him. He noticed Nines' LED stutter yellow as he processed the encounter, likely looking up sources online to get a little deeper into the origins. Gavin thanked whatever God there was that Elijah had a little restraint. After a few moments in which his hand reached up to caress the back of Chloe's neck, the couple separated to exchange soft, doe-eyed looks before parting. Chloe looked expectant as she then held the sprig above Nines' head.
"Tradition," Chloe prompted teasingly as she watched Nines' LED flicker yellow once again as he tilted his head uncertainly. It wasn't that he found the idea of kissing Chloe distasteful, only their social interactions had clearly placed her in the role of older sister, and it seemed unusual to have such an intimate encounter with a sibling. "Just a small peck. You can even do it on my cheek," she prompted cheerfully as she turned her head just so. Nines nodded amicably. That seemed acceptable. He dutifully leaned in and pressed his lips to the flawlessly soft skin, receiving a kiss on his own cheek in return.
"I know-I know. Tradition," Gavin quipped with air quotes as he sat forward in his chair. Chloe had already danced over to him and held the sprig expectantly. He wasn't as uncertain as Nines, being quite familiar with this already. He leaned in with ease and pressed the briefest of kisses to Chloe's soft lips. He didn't feel anything, of course, and he hadn't expected to. It was just a small show of affection, hardly intimate at all. "And I think that's enough," he teased as he plucked the small plant from her fingertips. She pouted at him a little for ruining her fun, but the last thing he wanted was to be locking lips with his brother or forcing himself on Nines. He may have been a little tipsy from the wine, but he was in no way drunk. Usually, he wouldn't even be tipsy after the couple of glasses he'd drunk, but the cold medication was making him drowsy.
The rest of the evening was nice. They moved back into the lounge, where the seats were a little more comfortable and they could admire the tall tree that Chloe had clearly taken a lot of care in decorating. She'd colour coded everything in gold and silver, with twinkling white lights woven through the bushy branches. The decorations were a mixture of baubles and stars with a few more colourful gingerbread houses, sleighs, trees and teddy bears scattered around. She'd also hooked a few red and white candy canes on some branches, likely for Elijah to eat over the month.
Beneath the tree were four small sets of neatly wrapped gifts. It was easy to spot the more expensive paper chosen by Chloe and the neatness of her wrapping. Gavin wondered at first how Nines had managed to get the gifts they'd bought delivered, but then it wouldn't have taken much time or effort to send a message to Colin or Connor asking for help. He could have done it while they were packing to leave, or passed a message on to their FBI contact. Whatever the case, Gavin was surprised to see wrapped gifts under the tree labelled From Gavin.
"I hope you don't mind…I believed we would be absent for the holiday, so I had delivery and a few final purchases taken care of," Nines said softly as he appeared at his side. Gavin's curiosity had brought him closer to the tree so that he could admire the decorations and see the gifts better. Honestly, he hadn't really been expecting anything. Usually, he only bought something for Tina, and he'd write cards to Miller, Fowler, and a couple of the others. It was almost strange to see gifts from Connor, Colin, and Hank mixed in. Just over half a year ago, there was no way he would have been so pally with them. Hell, I literally pulled the trigger on Connor.
It was really weird, opening presents with other people. He'd sometimes open Tina's present at her place, otherwise he'd just be home alone. With a pang, he remembered the couple of times he'd visited Jack's house at Christmas. It was a family holiday, so he'd always been sure he never overstepped. Generally, he'd given gifts to Jack at work, wished him well, and seen him a few days later. Jack and his family were often visiting relatives anyway, but on the couple of times they hadn't, they'd been sure to invite him over for dinner. He'd almost forgotten. Maybe I just tried hard to forget…Remembering the good times often hurt.
"Are you alright?" Nines asked softly as he watched Gavin finger a small and extremely poorly wrapped gift. It had distracted him. It made him think of the time that Kitty had been about five, tottering over to him with a badly wrapped mess that she'd been so proud of. He huffed out a small chuckle at the memory of how easily the wrapping had fallen away from a gingerbread man ornament. It was something that Sandy had clearly helped her to shape with clay before heating it to set, and then let Kitty paint it with glaze and sparkles. It had become one of his favourite possessions for a while. He still had it somewhere, tucked away safely with the rest of Jack's memories.
"Yeah…I'm good," he replied with a small smile as he tugged the loose paper and looked at the gift that was so clearly from Niles. He was surprised he'd been thought of. He'd only met Niles a handful of times. I guess there is that whole saving his life thing though…He turned over the handmade lollypop star. It had been painted silver, and there was a small note telling him that Niles had made it himself. Gavin smirked at the message. He would have known that regardless. The work of a child was unmistakable with the crooked angles and globs of glue, but that's what gave it charm.
"Awah! That's so cute! Do I have one?" Chloe wondered eagerly as she caught sight of the star he was holding up by the silver string it had come with. Chloe almost squealed as she found her own badly wrapped gift and opened it to find a golden star. Nines and Elijah also had them. Nines' was gold while Elijah's was silver. Chloe swiftly demanded they hang them on the tree so that she could send pictures to Connor and prove that they were being appreciated as they deserved. Nines obligingly took them and hung them in a diamond shape he found pleasing to the eye while Chloe blinked a few images to send.
Gavin quietly continued with his gifts. Elijah had gifted him an obscenely expensive looking bottle of whiskey, while Chloe had given him a new set of shoes. He didn't even want to think about how much they must have cost. He knew it wasn't much to them though. Did she notice how worn out my shoes were last time? They were Oxford styled with brogue patterning. Certainly not something he would have chosen himself, but more than good enough to replace his faithful old dress shoes. Next was a pretty nice gold watch from Colin and a card from Perkins. He was surprised Perkins had thought of him at all. Gavin wasn't really one for watches, but it didn't hurt to change things up. He slipped it on and looked at the old styled face. It was smart.
"Hey, tell Colin I said thanks, will you? He didn't have to go to this trouble." Nines was sitting beside him, looking at the cover of a thick novel Hank had gotten him. He'd also received shoes from Chloe and a smart book about his own model from Elijah. At Gavin's words, he raised his blue eyes from the cover to take his hand and tug him closer to examine the watch more closely. It was pricier than he knew Gavin would have selected himself, but as an agent, Colin's wage was higher.
"I'll be sure to do so. He will be pleased that you're making use of it." Nines dutifully sent an image and told him immediately. He and Chloe were pretty much in a conference call with Connor and Colin, experiencing two family holidays at once. The one in the Anderson household had pretty much come to an end. Niles was sound asleep, and Colin was just preparing to leave. Nines was enjoying the experience immensely, his brothers insisting he open their gifts next.
Gavin returned to his small pile, opening Connor's next. It was another one of the woollen V-necks he loved so much. Something simple and practical that he knew would be of use. Nice. Then there was Hank, who'd gotten him a book. He used to read a lot. Not so much in the past couple of years. He'd spent too much time sitting at his desk working. It was a crime novel, one he hadn't read, by a new and upcoming author. Gavin shrugged appreciatively. He might as well try it. He even had his customary gift from Tina. It was a do-it-yourself gingerbread house this year. Maybe tall, dark and handsome will help you put this together, she teased in her message. Gavin's lips quirked at the thought. Apparently, that had become Nines' identity around the office, for the women at least. He looked at the pack almost defensively. He was sure he could put it together himself. Sure, it would look better if Nines did it…android precision and all that. The last gift was from Nines. He was almost shocked. Almost.
"Nines, what the-" He chuckled as he unfolded the soft fluffy cardigan that he would never wear outside of his apartment. It was loose fitting and so long it would probably reach his upper thighs, and it had a loose hood with furry cat ears on it. The silvery grey almost matched Pipsqueak's soft fur. If it hadn't been for the size and the fact it matched Pipsqueak so well, he would have thought it a mistake. Nines' LED flashed yellow as he watched him examine the gift, which would be considered girly to most. "That's cute as phck!" Gavin added fondly as he lowered the cardigan to his lap.
"Does it please you?" Nines asked warily, unsure whether he was being genuine or just polite as he nodded and replied in the affirmative. Looking at his vitals, he seemed sincere, though his green eyes still glimmered with amusement. Chloe let out another squeak as she looked at the item, trying to convince Gavin to try it on. He refused point blank, knowing full well that if he did, then the pictures would be sent to Colin and Connor within seconds. Then Hank and Tina would see. Then the whole police department. Some of us have reputations to uphold.
"What about yours?" Gavin asked teasingly as he nodded to the small box that had been neatly wrapped in green paper. Nines picked it up with interest, noting it was quite light. Within the paper was a sleek black box. The kind you might find a watch inside. He didn't think it likely Gavin would gift him something like that as an android. He was proved correct as he opened the box to find shredded white tissue paper. His LED blinked yellow as he dipped his fingers into the paper and felt a thin metal ring. He tugged and pulled out a keychain with four items hanging from it.
"Gavin, I…" Nines' his vocal processors stalled as he fingered the items. The first was a car key, giving him the freedom to drive Gavin's car whenever he chose. A constant joke between them. Second was a metal cat keyring that almost matched Pipsqueak besides the bright blue eyes. Third was another metal keyring of a little house with Nines' name engraved along the little fence of the garden. Lastly, there was an apartment key. That would, of course, be changing soon, but the symbolism wasn't lost on him.
"I couldn't find a chauffeur hat in your size," Gavin excused with a small smirk, watching as Nines' lips quirked. His silvery eyes didn't leave the small keyrings. His fingers continued to trace the textured metal over and over. It was pleasing to his sensors. He knew enough about his range of emotions to know that he was feeling happy. Beyond happy. Gavin was giving him a true sign of trust. A declaration of how deep their partnership went. "If you prefer staying at the DPD, then it's no problem, but I want you to know you're welcome at mine, alright? Anytime," he assured with a serious undertone.
"Thank you…I would very much like to remain at your side." Nines was quietly pleased that he'd ended his connection with his brothers for the evening by that point. Elijah and Chloe were chatting quietly about their own presents. Elijah had fastened a new heart-shaped locket around Chloe's long neck and allowed her to slip a simple signet ring onto one of his fingers. He'd also pulled on a new red sweater with a black reindeer on the front. The rest of their gifts, perfume, cologne and various books, had been left neatly piled around their feet. Nines couldn't help the familiar unpleasant feeling clawing at his chest as he watched Chloe curl up against Elijah's chest. He had one arm wrapped around her as he sipped a small glass of eggnog with his free hand.
"Not many people would say that," Gavin huffed quietly as he sipped his own glass, which Chloe had thoughtfully left on a small table beside him. Nines didn't need to voice any sort of agreement. It had once been quite true. Gavin had few friends at the precinct before the revolution. Especially since the death of his previous partner. He'd done his best to isolate himself after that, not wanting to risk losing anyone else. The only ones he'd tolerated were Tina and, occasionally, Miller. Tina was his best friend, and with Miller, it had been purely professional. Hank had been utterly indifferent until Connor came along, and Connor had been an unfeeling machine when they'd first met. Things were different now. Nines could argue the point, however, he knew Gavin wasn't so sentimental.
"You are an acquired taste," he teased instead. A smirk teased his lips as Gavin chuckled over his glass. He ran a scan of Gavin's vitals. They were relaxed, flowing lazily like water. His temperature was still a little elevated from his cold, but the medication appeared to be quashing it. His heart danced as he laughed, and his pupils were growing in a way that suggested he was warmly intoxicated, but he still had plenty of focus. He wasn't drunk. Nines believed the term was tipsy. He was smiling warmly as he lowered the glass. Nines' blue eyes focused on a small drop of white at the corner of his lip as it hovered there. He wanted it. He licked his lips as he wondered what it would be like, analysing that drop against the texture of Gavin's lips. He blinked as Gavin's tongue darted out and swiped it away. A hollow sense of loss filled his chest.
"Are you saying you want to taste me, Terminator?" Gavin retorted, offering one of his double eyed winks. Nines' lips quirked at the jibe. He very much enjoyed Gavin in this state. His roughened and defensive edges were softened. His emotions were warm and his actions were teasing and gentle. He was leaning back in his seat now, his eyes hooded as he looked at him, almost seductively. Nines' earlier memories crept back and stirred him to life. It was a struggle to keep his LED on blue at the implication.
"I could devour you…Rump Steak." He was so tempted to lean closer, but unwilling to cross that line. He didn't believe Gavin would flirt so mercilessly without the alcohol trickling through his system, which could lead to an awkward encounter later on. Gavin huffed and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling a little more himself as he sat up and looked around for a clock. He remembered his watch, it seemed. He squinted and looked again.
"Shit! Is it really that late?" he murmured with a frown. Nines could confirm it was indeed three in the morning. It wasn't like they were expected at work the next day. They hadn't even been expected in the day before. That didn't mean it wasn't time to get some rest though. They said their goodnights and Chloe rose to kiss them and offer to lead the way. Nines declined. He knew the way by now. They arranged to meet downstairs for a late breakfast at around twelve, and then Nines led Gavin away with Pipsqueak weaving between their feet.
They made their way upstairs. Gavin clung to him, unsteady on his feet as they wound their way up the glass staircase. Nines murmured his agreement about the pretentiousness and impracticality as he opened the door and released him. Gavin sighed in contentment as he flopped down on the large bed. They were in their room once again, and everything was as they'd left it. One of the doppelgangers clearly came in regularly to dust and clean, but aside from that, not a thing was out of place. Not that Gavin actually kept anything there in the first place. Chloe was the one who'd stocked the closets and drawers with spare clothing and placed a few ornaments. He was touched to see she'd already been up to deposit Pipsqueak's bed and toys. As an android cat, there was no need for a litter box, and as long as he got enough sunlight, he'd be fine for power. Definitely not a problem with these walls. What the phck was Eli thinking?
"I believe it may be wise to keep Pipsqueak in here while we are at work," Nines murmured softly as he allowed him to enter the room and prowl around the unfamiliar territory. He chirped quizzically as he padded across the huge open space, which was larger than Gavin's living area and bedroom combined. He explored the length of the window and sat to stare out at the mountainside with twitching ears. There was plenty to watch from there. Birds, trees, far off highways, and the blinking lights of the city. Nines joined him for a while. It was well into the night now. Stars shimmered above as the city lights twinkled and blinked out in the distance as people went to sleep. He wondered briefly if anyone could see the lights of Elijah's home, but if he knew Elijah correctly, then the internal lighting wouldn't penetrate the one-way glass.
"Yeah, I don't want him pissing off Eli and breaking shit," Gavin agreed tiredly as he rolled onto his back and stared up at the high ceiling. He squinted as he noticed something right above the bed in the darkness. He was aware of Nines' measured steps as he paced the length of the room. Gavin propped himself up to watch him searching for something in the closet. He stared greedily as he bent over, pants tightening across his ass. Gavin cursed as he felt himself stir at the sight, but at the same time, he didn't want to look away, either. The decision was made for him as Nines straightened with two sets of sweatpants and T-shirts. Something more comfortable than their current tight jeans and shirts.
"You should brush your teeth and change to sleep," Nines suggested in his usual polite tone as he approached the bed. Gavin groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, stretching and raising his arms lazily as he pointed his toes. He sighed out a breath as the bed dipped beside him and Nines sat on the edge looking down at him like a patient nursemaid. He clearly expected him to obey, and Gavin had to agree. It did sound sensible. But here is comfortable…
"I will-I will, just…in a bit, yeah? Come on…You can tell me how much you enjoyed your first Christmas," he replied as he patted the bed beside him. Seeing no harm in a slight delay, Nines eased himself onto the bed and took up the offered position beside him, leaning back against the pile of cushions and pillows. The duvet was thick and luxurious, the pillows plump and soft, the mattress thick and firm. It was the best, and biggest, bed Gavin had ever slept in. He could almost just let himself lie back and sink into it.
"I very much enjoyed our evening together…and I am pleased that Pipsqueak is enjoying his present," Nines replied with a hint of amusement. Gavin's tired eyes opened in response. He pushed himself up a little and huffed, wondering how he'd missed the gigantic three storey cat palace that had been set up by the window. It had scratching posts, bed boxes, platforms, a hammock, a hanging rope, a feather toy, and near the top was a cushioned bed, poised to look out towards the city. It was larger than anything he ever would have bought. Not with the size of his apartment.
"Well shit, there's no way I can go back to that tiny apartment now." Nines hummed in almost smug agreement. It was as Gavin flopped down once more that he noticed it again. There was something above the bed, hanging down from the ceiling. It was hard to make it out in the darkness. He squinted, trying to figure out the shape. Looks…sort of…leafy? He almost groaned as he realised what it had to be. She couldn't get them at the dinner table, so she'd sent up one of her creepy doppelgangers in secret.
"We will find a better one," Nines assured, thinking the groan had been linked to the mention of his apartment. Gavin turned his head with a small frown as Nines turned on his side, lounging on the pillows like some sort of prince. Princely wasn't exactly his type, but it was doing it for him with Nines. He had one hand gently pressed against his jaw to support his chin as he regarded him. Gavin licked his lips nervously. He could just pretend he hadn't seen it and brush his teeth. That would be the smart thing to do. The right thing to do. "What is it?" Nines prompted curiously, sitting up a little more to show his interest.
"Uh…Nothing! I mean-it's just-" Gavin stammered, green eyes darting upwards before looking at Nines hesitantly. Nines trailed his eyes up. He could see better than Gavin what had been done. A sprig of mistletoe had been hung on some festive red string a few feet above the bed. Nines' thirium pump stuttered at the realisation of what that meant. He blinked as he looked down at Gavin, who suddenly seemed uncertain, almost shy. "I-it's just a dumb tradition, Nines. No need to make things weird…I should go get ready for-" He fell silent as Nines leaned further over, caging him against the bed with one arm.
"It is just a tradition…A simple kiss would be harmless," Nines murmured in a rich, almost wanton tone. Gavin's lower lip trembled as his dirty green eyes darted between Nines' silvery gaze and his perfect lips. Phck, this is wrong. It would be greedy to make him-His thoughts ground to a halt as Nines' hand slowly reached up. Long fingers threaded through his hair to stroke his scalp, sending tingles down his spine. His eyes fluttered and Nines watched as he slowly leaned into the touch, gaze filled with vulnerability and something he almost dared to call desire. "Just a kiss," Nines almost sighed as he leaned down, feeling the intake of breath just before his lips met Gavin's.
He paused a moment, just pressing their lips against each other. Their previous kisses had been shared during a flurry of heated panic and relief. This time he was determined to focus more and savour the sensation. He moved his lips in encouragement, coaxing Gavin to respond in kind. His lips were a little softer than usual, perhaps from the time he'd spent indoors recently. Nines blinked briefly to see that Gavin's eyes were closed in lazy contentment, though his heart was anything but lazy. It was racing as he worked his mouth, opening almost in invitation. Nines wasn't about to let that opportunity pass him by. He leaned his head and body further into the kiss. He ran his tongue along Gavin's lips before dipping into his mouth to slide along his teeth and tease his tongue.
An analysis popped up. Remnants of the eggnog Gavin had recently consumed, various bacteria from their earlier meal, and Gavin's DNA makeup from his saliva. Nines couldn't help the low moan that escaped his throat at the sight. He continued to tangle with Gavin's tongue and explore his mouth, soon finding that Gavin had begun an exploration of his own. It was an odd sensation, feeling someone else's tongue sliding along his internal sensors. It was one of the best things he'd ever experienced. He shuddered, pushing himself closer until he was pretty much lying on top of his smaller body.
Gavin seemed to have few complaints as his hands reached up and needily gripped the back of his shirt. Nines shifted his legs, trying not to tangle them. However, this allowed Gavin to open himself into an even more appealing position. His strong thighs raised invitingly, gripping his slim hips like a lover. Nines moaned again as he lowered his body and felt the telltale bulge in Gavin's jeans. He rolled his hips experimentally, feeling Gavin shudder and almost whine into his mouth. He kept one hand laced in his brunette locks as the other stroked down his waist, finally reaching around to the real prize. Gavin jerked up as Nines squeezed his plump rump through his jeans.
"Nines…Phck, Nines…" Gavin whispered as he drew back and leaned into the pillows. He was breathless, his lips wet with saliva and analysis fluid. Nines knew his own wouldn't be much better, pink and moist from kisses. He could sense Gavin's mood shifting slightly as he raised his hands and rubbed them over his eyes, almost in denial. "Phck, I'm sorry. We're partners-you're not even deviant-you can't consent to this, and I'm-" Gavin was silenced as Nines kissed him once more, only softly. Tentatively.
"You are correct that I am not a deviant. However, I do…desire things…" The look on Gavin's face told him he doubted the truth of that. At the very least, he questioned the wisdom of it. Nines knelt, Gavin's legs still trembling against his thighs. Excess adrenaline. Nerves. Anxiety. Nines didn't know why. He stroked Gavin's hair and ran his free hand up and down Gavin's torso, enjoying the structure of the muscles beneath his shirt. He also enjoyed how he could see him relaxing beneath his touch. Trusting him.
"You can't know that! What if something happens and you change? What if once you're deviant, you don't feel the same? You've said it yourself, you don't understand feelings…You might not want this once you fully understand what this is," Gavin objected as he gestured between them. His green eyes widened as Nines grabbed his wrist tightly. Gavin's lips close vulnerably, staring up into Nines' silvery eyes as he leaned lower. He looked completely sincere as he stared down at him like he was worth a damn. It fucking hurt.
"I will never not want you," Nines swore with certainty, holding his gaze. Gavin was still vulnerable, still unwilling to give himself over completely. Nines leaned down once more, giving him a chaste kiss. It was sweet. A simple show of affection. "Go and brush your teeth," Nines relented kindly as he moved back to give him space to move away. There was something regretful in Gavin's eyes as he sat up, and something more than lust. Nines was surprised as Gavin's hand cupped the back of his own neck and pulled him in for another soft kiss, drawing back just enough to press their foreheads together. Nines' LED circled yellow as he felt Gavin let out a sighed breath.
"Phck, if you were deviant, I'd just…" Gavin whispered in a tone laced with regret. His breath shook as if he were about to cry. Nines drew back a little in concern, but he was already rolling from the bed with his night clothes in hand. Nines scanned his vitals, finding them jumping stressfully. His own were little better. They both knew there was little chance of him deviating. He had been designed specifically not to deviate, and neither Markus nor Connor had managed to break through his coding. Elijah had said he would research it further, but that had been many months ago now, and nothing had come to him.
Nines changed and prepared the bed as he waited, moving the decorative cushions aside and spacing out the plump pillows evenly. Gavin emerged a few minutes later, eyes a little red as he crawled almost hesitantly beneath the duvet. Nines had already settled on his side, facing where he would be. Gavin curled up facing him, green eyes blinking vulnerably in the darkness as he huddled beneath the duvet. Nines raised his arm in silent invitation. He felt his core whirring as Gavin shuffled into his embrace. A hand bunched loosely in the front of his shirt as Gavin's forehead nestled against his pecs. Nines tightened his hold securely, stroking his soft locks as he lulled him to sleep. If I were deviant…
