It was good. Having guidance helped. After a little longer dozing on his front, with gentle hands still massaging his ass, Nines had roused him and sent him through to the bathroom. He didn't need to bathe. Nines had already done that for him earlier, but he did suggest he wash his face to help wake up a little more. It was good advice. Gavin leaned low over the grimy sink and splashed his face with cold water, using a fresh towel to dry off as the dirty ones had already been tossed into the laundry basket. Nines was patiently waiting when he returned, handing him some loose clothes to slip into. No pants. Pants would be too tight and uncomfortable on his almost swollen skin.

"Good...Let's start in the bathroom. You tidy the sink while I take care of the bath and shower." That was a little uneven, but Gavin accepted anyway. He felt agitated as he stood before the cluttered sink. Toothpaste, his electric toothbrush, his electric trimmer, a barely used razor, shaving foam, deodorant, three different unused moisturisers, a few colognes, handwash, and a bar of soap cluttered the surrounding space. The bar of soap was almost stuck to the counter where it hadn't been used in a few days. Inside the sink white stains crusted on the ceramic surface, and green scuzz was building around the plug. The mirror was stained with faded waterlines and specs of toothpaste. "Gavin, start cleaning." It was a gentle prompt, almost an encouragement.

Gavin took a breath and started clearing the counter first. He put everything on the floor before spraying the mirror with cleaner and wiping it with a clean microfiber cloth, feeling satisfied as he drew back to find the surface gleaming. With that done, he started on the sink and counter. He scrubbed at the dried in soap, rinsing and wiping until the slick smears were gone. When the counter was shiny, he scrubbed the stains in the sink and attacked the dirty silver ring as well. He even rubbed down the tap to make sure it was shiny and clean. By the time he'd wiped down all the bottles and clutter and arranged it on the counter, Nines had almost finished his two jobs.

"Toilet or floor?" It was nice of him to give him the choice, but there was no way he'd leave Nines to deal with his shit stains in good conscience. While Nines went off to get the mop bucket ready, Gavin attacked the dirty toilet with the brush, flushing to get rid of the filth before adding the cleaner around the rim. With the inside done, he felt a lot better about spraying down and wiping the outside, including the base and cistern. Nines was giving him an almost proud smile as he started mopping the floor at his side. Once they were done, Gavin stood in the doorway and took in the fresh, clean smell. "See? Doesn't that feel better?" Nines coaxed, laying a gentle hand on the back of his neck.

"Yeah...it feels pretty good..." It was a somewhat difficult admission. Time went much faster with the two of them together. Nines' gentle coaxing and encouragement was enough to keep him on track. He didn't take a break. He didn't wander away from his current task to do something else. If Nines noticed him stray, he quickly called him back. If he was staring off into space, a gentle hand would land on his shoulder to check in. Soon, the bedroom was in order. Dirty clothes had been tossed in the laundry basket, scattered books had been returned to the shelves, trash on the vanity and bedside had been cleared, surfaces had been dusted, and the floor had been vacuumed. They only had two rooms left to go.

Gavin was riding a high as they focused on the living room next. It was the easiest room. The DVDs were easy to rearrange on the shelves by the stand. Multiple dumped sweaters were added to the laundry. Old newspapers were tossed in the recycling. Cans and bottles were swept off the table into another bag, and the surface was sprayed down and wiped clean. The glass was soon shiny, reflecting his tired face as he drew back with a sigh. Nines finished wiping down the TV and vacuumed while Gavin headed to the kitchen to grab the dirty tea towel and start the laundry. About half the stuff could fit in one wash, so he set it running.

Nines had already joined him to set the kitchen to rights. Takeout containers were either trashed or rinsed for recycling. The bottles and cans joined the others in the bag. Old food was trashed, and the bin cleaned and changed. The dishes were left to soak as Gavin emptied the ashtray and Nines cleaned the stove. Gavin took the trash out and returned to help with the drainer as Nines wiped the counters. While Nines started on the dishes, Gavin cleaned the breakfast bar. When he was done, he joined Nines, standing at his side with a tea towel ready to dry everything and put it away. They worked quietly, sometimes talking about their latest cases and plans for the next day. It felt sort of nice. Domestic. Gavin pushed down the feeling. No fucking way was he going there, especially not with a fucking android that had just spanked him six ways from Sunday!

Luckily, the washing machine soon beeped to take his attention away from such thoughts. He put on the second load and wandered out to the balcony, where he had a couple of lines set up for drying. While he was outside, Nines set about mopping the kitchen floor and scavenged ingredients to make dinner. There was enough to make two meals. A meat sauce he could eat with spaghetti, and a large, slow cooked stew to see him through the next week. Once he returned, Nines set him to work peeling and chopping while he got the broth and slow cooker ready and heated a pan of mince.

Nines did most of the actual cooking, and soon the slow cooker was bubbling away on a low heat, ready to be left overnight, and the bolognaise was simmering nicely. Nines put on the spaghetti and finally suggested Gavin sit and watch TV. Gavin hastily declined, averting his eyes as Nines asked why. He remained standing at the breakfast bar with the excuse of keeping him company. No way was he about to admit it was because as ass hurt like a bitch and he couldn't sit down. Nines seemed to pick up on it anyway, LED spinning yellow in remorse as his brow pinched. He didn't mention it as Gavin remained standing while he ate.

The food was great. He didn't think he'd ever had spaghetti that tasted so good. It was rich, with fresh tomatoes, colourful peppers, and chunks of mushrooms. He could taste the garlic. He didn't even realise he owned garlic! Nines cleaned up as Gavin ate dinner, leaving everything neatly stacked on the drainer. Gavin could put it away in the morning when he cleaned up after breakfast. He still had a good stock of cereal and porridge oats, and there was enough milk in the fridge. Nines was both surprised and impressed as Gavin washed his dinner things and dried up, leaving the kitchen spotless once more.

"You've done so well today..." Gavin hated that his insides actually turned to fucking mush, especially as a gentle hand squeezed the back of his neck and stroked his shoulder blades. With that said, Nines excused himself for the evening, telling him to go to bed and get some rest. He would have argued, only he was bone tired after the intense pain, hard fucking, and cleaning up the apartment. He barely had the energy to brush his teeth before he fell facedown and slept straight through until morning.

The first thing he did in the morning was whine in agony as he tried to move. His ass fucking hurt! It wasn't so much the surface pain now. The searing burn of the skin had ease, but the deep ache of the muscle was fucking intense. His thighs and lower back were also sore from the blinding sex afterwards. He shuddered as he remembered just how willingly he'd accepted that android cock in his ass. If Connor got wind of this, he'd never live it down. Gavin Reed, another anti-android scumbag secretly gagging for android cock. He hated the way his insides turned to mush at the memory of Nines' purring voice and grasping hands.

He finally pried himself out of bed as his alarm went off and hit the shower. The water helped a lot with his sore muscles, though it did sting a little at first. He quickly went about his morning, trimming his stubble, fixing his hair, dabbing on cologne, pulling on some fresh clothes, and making coffee. After packing the stew, he turned off the slow cooker and started cooking porridge. He clipped the lids of the storage boxes and stacked them to cool while he was at work before filling the cooker with water to soak as he ate breakfast.

By the time he was done, he had maybe an hour before he needed to be at work. He stretched, eyeing the sink where he'd dropped the dirty pan and bowl. That could wait for later. He finished his coffee, pausing at the sink a moment as he set his cup down. It could wait. He had all night to come home and clean up! If he left now, he could probably get an early start. With his mind made up, he grabbed his badge, checked his gun, and swung on his jacket. He had his hand on the handle when his phone buzzed. He frowned a little as he pulled it out.

Good morning, Detective. Did you sleep well? I hope you aren't suffering too much discomfort. Don't forget to clean up before coming to work. Fucking Nines! Who the phck does he think he is, messaging to nag me and shit? The heat in his chest petered out as he remembered how he'd put him in his place the night before. His ass seemed to ache more as he remembered the feeling of bending over Nines' knees, the way his cock rubbed his jeans, the searing pain of his ass, and the way he'd rutted on his fingers. His cheeks heated as he hit reply.

I don't need you phcking checking on me! It was a lie, and they both knew it.

Did you clean up? Gavin felt heat rise to his cheeks as he looked at the dirty pans. Fuck it, he was just going to ignore him and leave. His hand returned to the handle, ready to open the door and head out. Another buzz. Gavin. He could almost hear the gentle disappointment in his tone. Phcking android!

I'll do them later. If I get in early, we can get a head start! He paused, almost as if waiting for permission. His lips thinned as a new message arrived.

You have time to do them now and still arrive on time. You also have laundry that needs to be hung up. Shit. The second load had slipped his mind. He almost whined as he returned his attention to the kitchen and all but stomped across to the sink, sighing in defeat as he turned on the tap. Nines was right. It wouldn't kill him to do it now. The pans were easier to clean when they were still fresh and warm anyway. He cleaned his breakfast things and the slow cooker before turning his attention to the laundry. The stuff outside was still damp, so he hung what he could outside and put the rest on the clothes horse inside. When he was done, he actually felt a lot better.

Done. Are you happy now?

I am. You've done well, Gavin. Fuck, he hated how the praise turned his stomach mushy, and he definitely wasn't smiling as he stepped out and shut the door. If he hurried, he might still make it ten minutes early.