Gavin laughed as he jumped and waved his arms to the music, almost bumping Tina as they landed at the same time. She cackled loudly, her hip coming to rest against his thigh as she stumbled on her heels. Gavin's arm wrapped tightly around her waist in seconds, keeping her upright until she found her feet again. The stumble didn't dampen their enthusiasm at all. They continued jumping and yelling song lyrics like they were students on their first night out. The dancefloor was hot with all the bodies pressing in around them, sweat slick on their skin beneath the flashing lights. Gavin could feel the beat pounding in his chest alongside his heart, and the bass made the dancefloor hum beneath his feet. It was so loud he could barely hear his own voice as he sang with the crowd.

He was so absorbed, he almost didn't notice a fifth presence join their group. Sensing a tall figure at his shoulder, his heart soared as he thought it might be Nines. He grinned as he turned his head, only faltering a little as he caught the hazel eyes and realised it was Sixty. Masking his disappointment, he shifted over to make room, but Sixty didn't join them. Instead, he put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him a little closer to lean down by his ear. Curious, Gavin tilted his head to give him more room and listened carefully.

"Dance with me! I want to make David jealous, so he'll come and dance!" Gavin grinned wider at that. Captain Allen wasn't really the dancing type. He'd only seen him dance once or twice at these things, and that was only after a bucket of alcohol and a crowd of SWAT members dragging him out of his seat. It wasn't that he couldn't dance, he just didn't seem to enjoy it. Nodding, Gavin leaned over to let Tina know where he was going and allowed Sixty to pull him a little further away. "I want to get close, you know, make it filthy." Gavin was a little surprised that Sixty bothered to ask. With a nod, he rested a hand on Sixty's shoulder and opened his legs, giving him enough room to slot his thigh in there.

"Just try not to get carried away," Gavin grumbled as he dragged Sixty down to talk in his ear. He could almost hear the smirk as Sixty rested a hand on his hip to drag him closer. A sound stuck in his throat as Sixty rocked his knee to grind his crotch, for which he got a warning scowl as Gavin drew back.

"Relax! I'm teasing." Gavin knew that much, but popping a boner on the dancefloor was less than ideal, especially with so many androids around. Connor and Nines especially. What would they think if he got a boner over their brother? He'd never live it down. True to his word, Sixty restrained himself. The thigh between his legs remained at least three inches below his cock at all times, but to people watching, it probably looked like they were really grinding. If Allen was interested in Sixty and caught them dancing like this, he'd be furious. And my nose might be broken...They moved seamlessly with the music, hips rocking as they held each other, standing almost chest to chest. Being a little taller, Sixty had to stoop slightly to avoid grinding his cock, which looked a little uncomfortable.

Gavin gasped, skin tingling as Sixty leaned in right beside his neck. Hot breath teased his skin, lips remaining just above the surface. He knew what it would look like to others. It would look like Sixty was kissing his neck. Playing along, Gavin bit his lip and tilted his head to give him better access. Since he was playing along so nicely, Sixty took that as a sign that it would be okay to tighten the grip on his hips and drag him closer, though his knee remained a respectable distance from his cock. Gavin's eyelids fluttered, hands tightening on Sixty's shoulders and pulling him down until those soft lips brushed his skin.

"Sorry." It was a quiet murmur in his ear, but Gavin still heard it and shook his head. It wasn't Sixty's fault that time. Feeling Sixty's breath on his ear and feeling him nuzzle his temple, he could almost trick himself into thinking he was flirting with him. He was a really talented actor. Gavin's cock twitched, making him curse under his breath as his skin flushed. It seemed Sixty understood as he chuckled in his ear and drew back, turning his body so his pelvis rested against his ass instead. Although that no longer risked stimulating his cock, it didn't help his imagination at all. "That's it, look like you're enjoying it." Unfortunately, that wasn't a lie. Sixty was an excellent flirt, even when he was just pretending.

The hands on his hips moved higher to stroke up and down his sides, even going so far as to lift his top and show off his toned abs. That was going a little far, but fuck it, Gavin knew he had a good body. Why not show it off? Going along with it, he lifted his arms even higher, holding them above his head as he rocked to the music. His legs trembled as Sixty purred gentle words of praise in his ear, telling him what a good job he was doing. The hands on his waist finally settled on his hips and dragged him back to rest ass to pelvis. That he could feel a solid lump in Sixty's slacks was both surprising and enticing. The idea of finding Sixty attractive had never crossed his mind before, but fuck, the cock grinding his ass was getting him there.

"We have an audience." Gavin's stomach plummeted at the news as Sixty's chin brushed his shoulder. Turning him slightly, Sixty planted him right in Nines' line of sight, which made Gavin's cheeks feel even hotter. They were trying to make Allen jealous, so he knew people were watching, but finding out that Nines was one of them left a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Make it good for him." Were they still talking about Allen? Gavin turned his head with a frown, but stopped as Sixty's teeth teased his lobe. Going a little beyond dancing, don't you think? His eyes seemed to say as much as Sixty met his gaze and smirked.

Oh yeah? Fine. If Sixty wanted filth, he'd give him filth. Reaching back, Gavin rested his hands on Sixty's thighs and pushed, making him widen his stance a little to bring them closer. A surprised huff met his ear as Gavin ground his ass against the lump in his slacks, bringing them so close their bodies touched from their shoulders downwards. Keeping one hand braced to help him grind, Gavin reached up with the other to grip the back of Sixty's neck. Sixty followed his lead and lowered his head to press teasing kisses along his neck, making Gavin bite his lip. Lights flashed above his eyes as he leaned on Sixty's shoulder, breath shuddering as sharp teeth nipped his skin.

"Phck!" A cool hand left his hip to stroke his abs beneath his top, fingers teasing and circling the firm skin right up to his pecs. Gavin began to wonder if they were still playing as his eyes fluttered open to meet Nines' scorching gaze. He'd never seen such a look on his face before. He wasn't even sure he knew he was doing it. His silvery eyes had hardened, thinning in something akin to anger. Was the glare directed at him? He wasn't sure. He also didn't know why it would be. It wasn't like they were dating, or that Nines was even interested in him like that. Then why is he-The thought stopped dead as cool fingers teased a nipple, pinching and rolling the bud.

"Good job, keep it up." A whine slipped out as Sixty returned his lips to his shoulder, one hand still teasing his chest while the other gripped his hip to keep them together. Things were getting a little out of hand at this point. Gavin's cock was almost fully hard as Sixty ground his ass. Although he'd agreed to dirty dancing, he hadn't exactly agreed for things to go this far. This was probably a bad idea. How far was Sixty willing to go for his little game? As he looked at Nines, he wasn't sure he'd get the chance to find out.

He looked beyond pissed. His brow had furrowed, lips curled in an angry snarl that Gavin had never seen before, eyes brimming with fury. His hand was so stiff on the glass, Gavin was pretty sure it would shatter in a few seconds. As their eyes met, his LED became a solid ring of red, a sight that almost made his knees buckle. An odd sense of yearning filled his chest, cock swelling as he wondered what it would be like if Nines were the one. With bodies so similar, it wasn't too hard to imagine it was Nines standing behind him. There was barely an inch in height between Nines and his brothers, and his body was only slightly larger.

"You're lucky Nines is my brother..." Gavin blinked, a little confused as he turned his head and bumped Sixty's chin. "If he wasn't, I'd take you out back right now and fucking ruin you." Chills ran across his skin at the revelation. Part of him wanted him to do it. Mostly the part that could feel the bulge in Sixty's slacks. The other part was too enamoured with the heat in Nines' eyes as the glass in his hand finally shattered. Nines didn't even seem to notice as he pushed to his feet, ignoring the blue on his hand as the artificial flesh healed over. "Don't fuck this up." What? Gavin couldn't even bring himself to turn his head this time. He was frozen to the spot as Nines stalked towards them like a prowling tiger. "Finally!" Gavin's eyes widened as the hands left his body and pushed his shoulders.

"Hey! What the-" All thoughts left his head as he stumbled into Nines' firm chest and those powerful arms wrapped around him. Nines' familiar thirium scent swept over him, along with the faint scent of a spiced cologne. Closing his eyes, Gavin let his head rest against Nines' pecs, enjoying their softness through the rich cotton of his waistcoat. The arms holding him stiffened, as if their owner completely forgot what he was supposed to do and froze. Despite that, he didn't let go. Looking up, Gavin found him looking almost owlish, internally panicking as he realised he'd cross the room and interrupted them without a plan. Looking around, Gavin found Sixty conspicuously absent. "Um...Do you want to dance?" Something had brought Nines onto the dance floor, and they were sort of holding onto each other like they could dance anyway.

"I do." It seemed the best plan to Nines. He wasn't sure what came over him. Once minute he was watching Gavin and Sixty engaging in what amounted to public debauchery, and the next he'd left his seat in order to intervene. Having analysed Gavin's vitals, he'd surmised that the chances of a sexual encounter between him and Sixty had increased to over eighty percent. That was unacceptable. He wasn't sure why it was unacceptable, but the thought of it sent a surge of heat through his systems that had momentarily overtaken all sense of reason. His HUD informed him of some newly repaired damage, which was when he recalled breaking his glass. He didn't consciously recall crossing the room, not until Gavin landed against his chest. Looking around, he didn't even see Sixty.

Latching on to Gavin's suggestion, he relaxed his grip and moved to rest his hands on his hips. He'd never held him like this before. He'd touched his body in various ways, of course, during training and while out on the job. Being a little shorter, Gavin grudgingly allowed him to help him over high walls and fences when they were chasing down suspects. They'd also had some small physical altercations in which Gavin had tried to strike him and been twisted into numerous restraining holds as a result. However, this felt different. This felt intimate. More intimate than they had ever been. He looked down as Gavin's arms looped over his shoulders and his body pressed closer. Finding Gavin fully erect gave him mixed feelings, and the way their bodies touched prompted his own genital component to activate.

"You want me to turn around?" Nines nodded hesitantly. Perhaps that was for the best. It would limit Gavin's stimulation and allow him a little time to compose himself. As Gavin's ass rocked against his pelvis, he realised that was a mistake. Being front to back gave Gavin the room and control to grind his ass against his cock in a merciless rhythm. The sensation immediately brought Nines' hands to his hips to drag him closer. It was sinful, the way his ass moulded against his body, as if they were two puzzle pieces made to slot together. The thought of fully realising that analogy made Nines' systems stall, bringing clarity to Sixty's earlier warnings. I am attracted to Gavin.

It was a sobering and somewhat surreal realisation. It was so obvious he didn't know how he hadn't realised it before. The way he noted the time Gavin entered the precinct each day and assessed his mood from how he was walking. How he recorded his expression and vitals each time he made his coffee. That he took unnecessary time and effort to make each cup to Gavin's exact preferences. A folder in his inventory was entirely dedicated to capturing Gavin and storing his image perfectly. He'd thought he was simply gathering information to get to know him better, to remember things he liked and find ways to improve their partnership. As he reviewed the folder now, he realised it was a lot more like the folder Gavin kept of his cat. A set of favourite images he could look at to make his own mood improve.

Feeling Gavin's hands on his knees, Nines followed their urging and opened his stance so he could settle comfortably between them. His genital component was snug against the crease of Gavin's ass, which was a lot more defined in the thin material of his slacks than his usual work jeans. The way he rubbed against him left nothing to the imagination. If not for the thin layers of cotton that divided them, Nines could happily slide his solid component between those rounded cheeks. The thought made a low growl rumble in his throat as he gripped Gavin's hips. The hiss that slipped his lips was enough to tell him the grip was too firm, but the way he rocked into it suggested he enjoyed it.

"Nines..." If not for his superior hearing, he would have missed the needy sound of his name on Gavin's trembling lips. Taking it as a plea, Nines pulled him closer, stroking up and down his waist as Sixty had earlier. His skin was hot and clammy to the touch in the heat of the dancefloor. Careless of the bodies pressing in around them, Nines continued his exploration, marvelling at the softness of the skin beneath his fingertips. His waist was slim, his abs firm, the surface broken only by a soft trail of hair on his pelvis and a few small scars. "Phck!" Gavin's head fell back against his chest as cool fingertips circled an old bullet wound on his abs, just above his right hipbone. They circled the pit and teased the warped edges before stroking the telling dip.

"Gavin..." Nines almost sighed the word as he followed the guiding pull on the back of his neck. He didn't even hesitate as he buried his face in his shoulder, greedily kissing where Sixty's lips had teased earlier. Nails bit the back of his neck as Gavin pressed closer, a needy sound rumbling in his throat. The whine became a shameless moan as Nines bit the skin, measuring his strength to leave faded crescents in the skin. Mine! Nines blinked at the possessive thought. Drawing back, he turned Gavin to face him and rested his hands on his shoulders. Hazy green eyes looked up at him, lustful and disoriented from the alcohol and attention. "Gavin, I think I-"

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We're coming up on a minute to midnight! Get ready for the countdown!" So soon? How much time had passed since dinner? The thought was somewhat unsettling. Nines usually had a comprehensive log from his internal chronometer, a clear record of every second that passed. Shaking it off, he gripped Gavin's arm and dragged him to the nearest wall, where he shoved him against the surface and leaned over him. That wasn't important right now. The force of his body hitting the wall seemed to have sobered Gavin somewhat, green eyes curious as he gazed up.

"I think I-"

"Sixty! Fifty-nine!" The countdown started, making Nines' LED spin red in agitation.

"Why are they counting?" Gavin's lips curled at the question.

"So people are ready! You're supposed to kiss at midnight!" He did recall something about that, but did it have to happen right now when he was in the middle of trying to tell Gavin how he felt? His LED dropped to yellow as a rough palm cupped his smooth cheek. It was actually the first time Gavin had felt how soft it was. Nines' skin was so soft, it felt like he'd just shaved. Licking his lips, Gavin's eyes darted from his mouth to his silvery eyes, something hopeful swirling in their depths. Nines' body softened as he leaned into the touch and pressed closer. He didn't need to use words. Gavin understood. He always understood.

"Forty! Thirty-nine!" It felt like time had slowed to an agonising crawl as Nines looked down at him. The hand on his cheek slipped away to rest on his shoulder, gently pulling him closer. The surrounding crowd slipped away as Nines focused on the heat of the hand on his shoulder and the warmth in those dirty green eyes. His lips looked rough and worn, chapped by the cold Detroit winter, shining as his tongue licked the skin. Resting his hands on his hips, Nines leaned closer and felt warm breath on his lips.

"Gavin, I..."

"Twenty-seven! Twenty-six!" Words were unnecessary. Tilting his head, Nines ignored the shouting voices and leaned in. He couldn't wait until midnight, not when Gavin was looking at him like that. An anxious knot swelled in his chest as he leaned closer, the silent fear that Gavin might push him away. When he didn't, when their lips met without resistance, the knot bloomed into a light, fluffy feeling. Warmth filled him, making his skin rosy as he looped an arm around Gavin's waist and felt his hands fist in his shirt. "Sixteen! Fifteen!" The countdown continued, but Nines paid it no mind. The rough lips on his were far more important, the prickle of Gavin's stubble and how his lips parted without hesitation at the first lick of his tongue.

It wasn't exactly programmed, but Nines somehow found his way as his tongue flicked out to tangle with Gavin's. Many had described kissing as a battle for dominance, but to Nines, it felt more like a dance. They stroked and teased each other with long, lavishing licks, their lips never parting for more than a second for Gavin to take a breath. There was an almighty roar as midnight struck and the singing started. Many of those around them joined hands to sing along, swaying and jumping with excitement, but Nines and Gavin remained on the edge of the room, unnoticed and undisturbed. There was a round of applause and Nines finally drew back, feeling breathless even though he didn't need to breathe.

"Come home with me." It wasn't a question, but Gavin nodded anyway as he leaned on the wall with a dopey smile. Something like relief bubbled in the pit of Nines' stomach as he leaned in for a second taste, though it was brief this time. Gavin was still trying to catch his breath. Again, there was no resistance as their lips met, and Gavin was still smiling when they parted for the second time.