Reed1700 Thoughts: Gay Panicking
Connor reached out his hand towards Gavin, “Here hold my hand, its dark and you might fall.”
Gavin gulped, scrunching his face as his eyes focused on Connor’s hand.
“Fine!” Gavin roared and grabbed it roughly. His hands were already a little sweaty and shaking but there might not be any other chance to do this. “Don’t fucking let go, alright?!”
Connor smirked because despite the darkness, the android could still see Gavin’s red cheeks and ears. ‘Mission Successful’ he thought to himself and led the way out.
Unbeknownst to the android, Gavin put a hand on his mouth to muffle any squealing as he tried not to sksksk out of existence while following from behind.
Nines sighed and took off his jacket, revealing his sleeveless turtle neck that hugged his torso perfectly and showed of his muscular arms.
A splutter and subsequent coughing was heard beside his desk. He turned to see Gavin trying to breathe, his cheeks and ears red and his heart rate completely out of control.
"Detective, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm fine" Gavin coughed, waving off the concern, "Wrong pipe"
Nines sat down with a smirk, his eyes still on his work partner. 'Connor was right.' he thought as he sent a message to his predecessor.
Gavin stumbled back against the counter in the breakroom as the two androids cornered him with knowing looks on their faces. Even if he lashed out now, or even so much as yell for help.
No one will come and rescue him. (He means Tina)
He was the only one left in the precinct.
"Detective, we've been noticing your heated gazes." Nines whispered in his ear, sending delightful shivers up his spine.
Connor didn't help Gavin's predicament as he too leaned in close, "And we couldn't help from responding. So we had asked for a little bit of help."
Gavin gasped, remembering the text from Tina earlier that evening, "Condolences 😏."
Gavin couldn't help but flinch as the two androids purred in unison while hooking their finger on his pant's belt loops, "Care to enlighten us, Gavin?"
Gavin covered his face with his hands completely missing the fond looks he was getting from them, as he let out an uncharacteristic squeak caused by the overwhelming heat from his crushes' proximity.
'They're going to be the death me,' he thought as he peeked up at them with a frown, 'But I'm not going down without a fight.'
He put his hands on the back of their neck, surprising the two, "You dipshits better prepare yourselves!
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