That morning was swell. It was just fucking peachy. After waking up from one of the best dreams he'd ever had, Gavin managed to drag his sore ass out of bed and get to the precinct on time. Eleven, as Richard asked the night before. He even had time to step out and get a fresh coffee from his favourite shop. Throw in a crisp Danish pastry from the bakery next door and the day was looking pretty fucking good. Unfortunately, that good mood was shattered by the shout of a single word.

"Nines!" Gavin's head shot up so fast he almost cricked his neck. It was a good thing he'd already set his coffee down or he would have dropped it. His pastry wasn't so lucky, but it was at least tucked safely inside a paper bag. It lay forgotten at his feet as his frantic green eyes darted around the bullpen searching for the source. He knew the voice was Connor's, but who was he talking to? He wasn't at his desk, and the voice had sounded quite far off. Looking around the edges of the room, he found him down by the barriers. He was dressed in a simple grey suit, almost the same as the dorky RK800 one he used to wear, but without the android logos all over it. Once he saw who he was talking to, his stomach dropped through the floor.

It was Richard! RK900 Richard! His fucking partner Richard! The realisation made Gavin drop to the floor with the pretence of picking up his pastry. The real reason was that it felt like his stomach was about to leap up his throat. His body started to feel light and shaky as he grabbed the bag and tossed it on his desk, barely able to push to his feet as his legs started to wobble. Once his head started feeling fuzzy, he knew it was time for a discreet trip to the bathroom. He considered it a plus that he wouldn't have to walk directly past Richard and Connor to get there. They were talking over by the barriers, and the hall to the bathroom was further along to the right. He took a stumbling step and steadied himself on Richard's desk, taking a deep breath before lurching onwards.

Luckily, most people tended to ignore him these days. Usually, it might have bothered him a little, but that day he was pretty fucking grateful. His heart felt like it was going to hammer its way out of his chest, and he could feel his hands getting clammy as his mouth watered. By the time he threw the bathroom door open, he was a quivering, gasping mess, though he was trying to stay at least a little composed on the outside. The last thing he needed was for this to get back to Richard. He almost ran into the nearest cubicle, barely managing to throw the door shut before he was on his knees retching. He considered himself lucky the cleaners had been around already, so the porcelain was at least clean as he gripped the edge and hurled.

This could not be real! He had to be dreaming! Unfortunately, the sting of vomit in his nose and the tears in his eyes told him otherwise. Phck-phck-phck-phck-phck! What the phck am I supposed to do with that? Shuddering, he spat into the toilet and grabbed some tissue to clean up. His stomach was still swirling as he blew his nose and wiped his lips, moving to sit with his back against the wooden divider with his knees tucked up against his chest. He didn't feel safe leaving the edge of the toilet just yet. His stomach was rolling like a tidal wave, threatening a second bout whenever he thought about Richard's nickname.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he'd heard wrong. It wouldn't be the first time he'd jumped to conclusions. So what if Richard's nickname outside of work was Nines? That didn't mean it was his Nines! Nines might be a common nickname amongst androids! There could be a dozen of them! But what are the odds that I just so happen to work with one here and have another one in my chat? Coincidences could happen. His chat was huge! On a good night, he could top five thousand viewers. He shivered at the thought of what would happen if Richard found out that he knew.

Hey, wait a minute...His viewers had never seen his actual face or heard his real voice, and that included Nines. He didn't know his name off stream. His identity was DG, just two letters that would mean nothing to anyone. He didn't give out any details of what he got up to at work, either. He was always really careful to divert the topic if it got too personal. Relief swept through him as he leaned his head back against the wooden divider. Even if Richard was Nines, there was no way he knew he was DG in his free time. All he had to do was act normal and forget he'd ever heard Connor say that stupid name. The thought was enough to begin settling his stomach at least, and the quiver in his limbs started to ease off a little.

Just act natural. He doesn't know that I know, and he doesn't know that it's me. My secret is still safe. He closed his eyes and breathed, saying the comforting mantra over and over until he felt steady enough to get to his feet. If he didn't hurry, Richard would come looking for him. They had an interview set up for eleven thirty, and it had been almost eleven fifteen when this palaver began. Standing up gave him a bout of vertigo that almost sent him falling against the door. Gripping the bridge of his scarred nose, he flushed the toilet and stumbled out to the sink, almost having a heart attack as the door opened and Hank stepped in.

"Richard's looking for you, something about an interview," he grumbled as he crossed to the neat row of three urinals. Gavin grunted and turned the tap on, splashing his face with cold water and grabbing a few scratchy paper towels to dry off. "You feeling alright? You look a little..." Hank left it hanging as he frowned from the corner of his eye, quietly hoping he'd leave and let him piss in peace. Gavin heaved a sigh as he tossed the towels and ran a hand over his pale face. The scar across his nose looked even more pink than usual, and the bags under his eyes were darker. Phck, I look like death warmed up...

"I'm phcking fine," he grouched as he threw the door open and headed out into the quiet hall. Looking to the left, he could see his desk through the busy bullpen. Richard was sitting across from it at his own desk, with Connor standing at his elbow still yapping on about something or other. Gavin's stomach twisted again at the thought that perhaps he was one of his viewers as well. Fat phcking chance! No way that second-rate tin can would be interested in that sort of show! But what if he was? He wouldn't have thought Richard the type, either. I don't even know if Richard is my Nines! He was overthinking it. Definitely overthinking it.

"Morning Detect-are you alright?" Connor asked worriedly, the usual plastic service smile dropping as he took in the state of his pasty skin and still twitchy limbs. Hazel eyes widened as he ran a scan to find Gavin's stress levels pushing eighty. He'd only just arrived for the day. What could possibly have upset him so early? That he'd noticed his weakened state only seemed to upset him more as he scoffed and glared up at him.

"Phcking peachy," Gavin grumbled as he dropped into his chair, unable to bring himself to look at Richard just yet. Despite not looking, he could feel those icy eyes roving over him, scanning and picking him apart. His skin heated and prickled at the imaginary sensation.

"Are you sure you're alright, Detective? Did you perhaps have a late night?" Gavin's blood ran cold at the question. He knows! He phcking knows! Green eyes darted up in shock, meeting Richard's almost knowing stare. He can't know! How could he know? He had to be overthinking it. Despite thinking that, there seemed to be something almost smug about the way he tilted his head. Gavin frowned a little as he watched Richard's lips twitch. Is he smirking at me? He licked his lips as he realised he'd already left it way too long to reply.

"Uh-n-not that late, no." Connor and Richard shared a look, Connor tilting his head slightly as their LEDs span yellow. Are they talking about me? Phck! What are they saying? "Hey, we have that interview, right?" Gavin added eagerly as he grabbed his coffee, quietly mourning the fact it would be lukewarm by now. He didn't wait for an answer as he got to his feet and headed off towards the interrogation rooms. Theirs was a small precinct, so they didn't have separate interview rooms for witnesses, though a couple of the rooms were less restrictive. Interrogation room two lacked the restraining cuffs on the table at least, which made it slightly less daunting for visitors. It was this room that he knew they'd be using. Mrs Clemont hadn't arrived yet, which made it worse as Richard entered behind him and closed the door. His heart just about punched through his chest as he appeared at his side and set the file on the table beside him.

"I'll get the recording equipment ready. Why don't you go and meet Mrs Clemont at reception?" That sounded like a good plan to Gavin. Anything to get him away from Richard's towering figure, with his rigid shoulders, perfect chest, glossy hair, and dazzling eyes. He swore Richard was smirking again as he set his cup down and brushed by him to get to the door. He balked as a hand reached by him to grip the handle, warm breath brushing his ear as Richard leaned over his shoulder, chest almost touching his back. "Allow me, Detective." Gavin's mouth felt dry as the door opened, and he stepped out on legs that felt like jelly.

He could barely focus at all during the interview. After greeting Mrs Clemont and gallantly showing her to the room, he'd been struck mute by Richard's appearance. Despite sipping his cold coffee, his mouth still felt dry, tongue sticking each time he thought of opening his mouth. Luckily, Richard was there to pick up the slack. His smooth voice listed off all their questions and Gavin wrote the answers with a quivering hand. It was a good thing these notes were for his personal use, because there was no way in hell anyone else would be able to read them.

It was impossible for Richard not to have noticed something was wrong. Gavin Reed wasn't one to be struck speechless, after all. Usually, he wouldn't keep his mouth shut. In interviews, that was a good thing. Whether it was coming up with questions Richard hadn't thought of, pointing out details he overlooked or just plain winding up the interviewee until they let something slip, Gavin Reed was an excellent interviewer and detective. If it weren't for his anti-android sentiments and poor temper, he probably would have been promoted by now. As the interview came to an end, Richard suggested that Gavin see Mrs Clemont out again, so he led the way to the barriers, finally regaining his voice and casual manner as he saw her on her way. She was a nice old lady. Shame her son's a piece of shit.

Turning back to the bullpen, he almost ploughed straight into two PC200 androids waiting behind him to get through the barriers. Gavin almost froze as he stepped back, heart pounding as he looked between them. Phck, what if they watch my stream, too? Until that morning, the thought hadn't bothered him. What did he care if these plastic plods got their rocks off to his ass every few nights? It wasn't like they'd ever get any for real. But if they figure out it's me, then...The possibilities were endless. Cornering him in the halls, blackmail, stalking, or worse. He did his best to shrug the feeling off as he forced a thin, apologetic grimace and stepped aside to let them pass.

"Thank you, Detective." He nodded at the polite murmur, muttering a small apology under his breath as they headed out on patrol. They were wearing regular police uniforms now. No more android insignia. The only reason he knew they were PC200s at all was the black plating across their necks and the spinning LEDs. Many androids had changed themselves cosmetically to appear human now that they had the choice, but others had embraced their android nature and virtually flaunted it. The PC200s were something in between. They made no effort to hide their true nature, but they hadn't enhanced it either. Not that I can see anyway...The thought of what they may or may not have beneath their clothing sent a shiver down his spine.

He shook his head as he returned to his desk, only to realise he'd left his coffee in the interrogation room. It didn't really matter. The coffee was cold, and it was a throwaway cup from the coffee shop. But it would be pretty shitty to just leave it there for someone else to clean up. He dragged himself back down the hall with a groan, pushing the door with a tired sigh and walking back to the table, where his cup had been left with the file. He frowned as he picked up the slim paper file. It wasn't like Richard to leave things behind like that. The thought had no sooner left his head than the door clicked shut behind him. He froze anxiously, unable to bring himself to look as steady steps clicked on the floor behind him until Richard reached his side.

"You were very quiet during that interview...Is there something on your mind?" he asked, plucking the file from his stunned fingers. Gavin stammered a little, unable to find his voice as he grabbed his cold coffee and buried his face in it to buy time. Nines frowned a little as he waited, looking more than a little concerned at his odd behaviour. He was about to reply when the door was thrown open a second time and Connor appeared with yet another file, holding it up as he leaned through the doorway.

"Nines, do you have a minute to go over the Andronikov case?" Gavin choked on his coffee, relieved he hadn't sprayed everywhere as he forced himself to swallow and coughed into his elbow. Bending over, he felt a firm hand slapping his back in concern.

"Certainly, Connor. I'll be with you shortly." Connor nodded almost timidly as he disappeared, looking utterly bewildered as Gavin continued to cough and splutter. He quickly downed the rest of his coffee, relieved that seemed to help. As he finally looked at Richard, he found him looking just as bewildered.

"Wrong way," he croaked, patting his throat for emphasis as he gave a final choke and wiped his lips. Hurriedly excusing himself, he headed to the breakroom to get some water and returned to his desk. He'd hoped he might calm down by the time Richard returned, but if anything, he felt even worse. If Richard was his Nines, there was no way he hadn't caught on that he knew. Not after that reaction. His pastry felt dry and heavy as he choked it down, knowing he needed something to replace what he'd thrown up earlier. Unfortunately, he still felt sick. Every time Richard looked his way, his stomach clenched and his cock twitched, because what if he did know? What if he knew, and he was getting off on this little game?

It was around lunchtime when Richard left his desk and disappeared down the hall somewhere. That seemed like as good a time as any to sneak off and get his head straight. He was making it really fucking obvious that something was wrong, and the last thing he needed was Richard speculating with his plastic doppelgänger and coming up with theories. Running a stressed hand through his hair, Gavin headed down the hall towards the rear entrance, intending to sneak out back and avoid notice. It was as he passed the cleaning cupboard that he realised that wasn't about to happen. That realisation came in the form of a firm hand on his arm and a hard pull that sent him stumbling into the tight space as the door snapped shut.

"Are you really going to pretend last night didn't happen, Detective?" Gavin had barely caught his balance, leaning on the back shelves as Richard turned the lock. Last night? What the phck is he-The moment he looked up he knew the cat was officially out of the bag. Richard's silvery eyes were blazing with heat as he toed the vacuum and mop bucket aside to stand in front of him, all but caging him against the tall shelves. "Or should I call you DG?" A shuddering breath fled Gavin's lips as his legs began to shake. He hadn't planned this far. He'd never thought about what would happen if he ever got caught. What was Richard planning? Maybe I can just play it off.

"What the phck are you talking about, rust bucket? When you called me? I already said-" His voice stopped dead as Richard rested a crooked finger beneath his chin and raised his head with a teasing smirk.

"You really were quite a sight, Gavin, the way you leapt for your phone...You gave us quite the eyeful." Gavin's cheeks burned at the memory of how quickly he'd pulled off the machine and grabbed for his phone, kneeling on the bed with his ass facing the camera as he reached over to his bedside. "That call alone was enough to confirm it was you. What other fully grown, android hating human would have Nyan Cat as their ringtone?" Gavin slapped his hand away, scowling indignantly as he prodded Nines' chiselled chest.

"It's a popular ringtone!" They both knew that was a lie. Tina always teased him about it.

"In 2011 perhaps."

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Nyan Cat!" Richard smirked even wider as Gavin's fist pounded his pecs. Phck! Gavin froze, fist still closed as Richard raised his larger hand to cover it. He'd outed himself. He'd fucking outed himself over Nyan Cat! "U-uhm..." His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he scrambled for some sort of answer. Nothing came to mind as he tried to pull his hand back, failing as Richard continued to hold it, and him, captive. His heart sped up as he realised his predicament. Richard could get him fired with just a single conversation and a few videos. He'd be a laughingstock! What if he couldn't get a job anywhere else after this? What if his online identity was leaked and freaks started showing up at his house? What if-

"You really shouldn't let your thoughts run away like that; you'll give yourself a heart attack." It was like Richard knew exactly what he was thinking as he smirked down at him, moving to pin his captive wrist against the edge of the shelf. "That wouldn't be good for your little side business now, would it?" Gavin turned his head, thinning his lips as he waited for the inevitable. He was going to blackmail him for sure, but what did he want? To make him gag on his cock? Special private shows? Exclusive use of his ass? He was afraid to ask. Unfortunately, Richard wasn't being very forthcoming. He remained silent, waiting for him to speak.

"W-what do you want?" Gavin grumbled timidly, humiliated as his cock twitched in anticipation. It seemed Richard knew somehow too as he huffed and raised his chin. His throat stuck again as Richard stepped even closer, not leaving an inch between them as he caged him against the shelves. Gavin's free hand instantly came up to hold him back, pushing uselessly against his plush pecs. Fuck, this was probably the hottest shit that ever happened to him. Just the sort of thing he'd share with his chat later as he gripped his cock and begged them to make him come. He'd never expected or wanted streaming to become his full-time career, but what if Richard outed him and he had no choice? That would be unbearable. He liked it right now because it was his choice to go along with his chat, but if he was reliant on them for income, could he really say no?

"Nothing you're unwilling to give me." Well, that was phcking cryptic! His expression must have said it, too as Richard let out a low chuckle. Gavin swallowed the lump in his throat as Nines' grip on his wrist loosened, gentle fingers moving to caress the skin. He didn't know what that meant, but the softness of his touch sent tingles down his spine. Phck, alright. If I give him something, he might not rat me out to Fowler. He was pretty sure that's what he was saying. Nervous green eyes glanced up as he stroked his hand down his firm chest and abs, reaching for his belt and pausing. Is this what you want? Richard gave no response one way or the other. He was unreadable. Phck! Somehow, that was even more of a power-play. Gavin's cock twitched as he pulled the belt loose, green eyes searching as he slowly dropped to his knees, filling the space beneath the shelves.

It was hard to believe he was really on his knees in a cramped cleaning cupboard with Richard standing over him, apparently willing to let him get his cock out. Gavin widened his thighs a little, spreading his weight and getting comfortable for what could be the longest blowjob of his life. As an android, Richard didn't have to finish. He could keep him there indefinitely. A small sound fled his lips at the thought as he popped the button and slid the zipper down. Richard did nothing besides resting one hand on the shelf by his chest, looking down at him cooly. Phck, Richard...Nines...He shuddered, pretty sure he was trapped in a goddamned fantasy as he pulled the flies wide and leaned in to bury his face in Nines' crotch.

The cotton of his boxers felt expensive against his lips, soft and almost silky as it stretched over what he was pretty sure was the biggest cock he'd ever come across. The biggest cock attached to a person anyway...He outright moaned at the thought, nosing and kissing his way up and down the solid lump. Richard, or Nines, remained immovable as he allowed him to debase himself. Gavin looked up with hazy eyes, cock twitching at the almost indifferent look on Nines' face. Seeing no sign to stop, Gavin reached for the elastic waistband and pulled his jeans and pants lower, getting his first look at an android cock. His breath shuddered as he took in how ordinary it seemed. It was solid and swayed like a human cock, with heavy, full looking balls to match. The only thing missing was the forest of dark curls. Nines' skin was just as pale below as it was above, though the freckles had stopped on his pelvis.

"Phck..." The word came out sounding breathy and needy as he shuffled closer, gripping Nines' strong thigh with one hand as the other caressed and explored his cock. He wasn't kidding about it matching that sex machine, phck! It had to be around nine inches long, and thick enough that he could only just close his hand around it. The outer skin on the shaft was as soft and silky as his own, and as he gripped, the muscle beneath felt just as solid. Jerking the cock felt just as real as any human, and the tip was just as flush and pink. Is it just as sensitive, too? He let his tongue give an exploratory lick, sliding over the glans and into the tip.

Nines let out his first sound as his tongue probed the slit. A harsh hiss between his teeth with the smallest moan afterwards. The sound made Gavin smirk, former confidence returning as he looked up to find Nines' LED blinking between blue and yellow. If all he had to do to keep Nines quiet was give him the blowjob of his life, then that's exactly what he'd do. Nines' brow furrowed almost suspiciously at the new expression, wary of what he was planning. Gavin slowed his strokes, balancing on his knees as he moved his free hand to cradle those fine synthetic balls. I'm going to suck you like my life depends on it. It pretty much did.

Nines seemed to garner something of his thoughts as his LED went full yellow, lips parting a little as Gavin's hand began to fondle the soft bags of flesh. As one hand caressed, the other jerked with slow, teasing strokes. Gavin closed his eyes as he leaned in to lick and kiss the godly cock in his hand. It was like the best Christmas gift he'd never gotten. He dragged his lips up and down the shaft, pausing to lick and nibble the head and the loose skin around it. He didn't need to look to know he was doing something right. The sharp little breaths were enough. If there was anything missing, he'd say it was the musky smell. Despite feeling like a cock, it didn't smell like one. Androids didn't sweat, so the synthetic flesh between his thighs was as dry and soft as the rest.

"You like that? You like my mouth on your cock?" Unsure how much of his usual banter he'd get away with, he held back from using any slurs. Now was the time to play nice. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was holding back from saying his name like a fucking sap. "How does it feel to be with a human?" He didn't wait for Nines to answer, almost afraid of what he'd say as he closed his lips around the soft, domed head and sucked. He didn't bob yet. Nines was getting the blowjob of his life. No way was he rushing. He remained near the tip, licking and sucking around his glans and prodding the slit until it leaked. The taste was also a little different. The skin itself tasted of nothing in particular, but the release was a little thicker, almost gloopy. Is this...lube? It could definitely be used as lube, but he wasn't sure what it actually was. He also probably should have checked to make sure it was safe to swallow before he started drinking it down. Unfortunately, the time for questions ended as Nines' free hand moved to grip his hair and pull him closer.

Gavin winced a little at the first tug, whining at the rough treatment as he looked up with what he hoped were big, pleading eyes. Nines moaned at the sight, hand loosening to rest flat instead at the pained sound. The way he stroked was almost an apology, an apology that Gavin nuzzled into in acceptance. His own cock was fully hard now, trapped and uncomfortable in his jeans. He shuffled a little more, widening his thighs further to it didn't feel so snug. A hum of relief slipped out as he gave Nines just a little of what he knew he wanted as he took in the first inch and worked it back and forth. He pulled the skin of Nines' cock tight, really working his lips and tongue around the sensitive tip.

"Fuck, Gavin..." He pulled off at that low moan, careless of the wet sounds his hand was making as he swapped to licking and kissing his dangling sack. Nines moaned again, hips stuttering slightly as he watched Gavin open his mouth to greedily gorge himself, filling his cheeks and licking the sensitive globes. Nines moaned, the hand on Gavin's head pulling him closer to grind his face. He'd never felt such wonderful things before. His whole body pulsed with pleasure as Gavin mouthed and sucked his balls, still slowly working his cock.

"You like that? Of course, you phcking do." Gavin grinned, lips glistening as he pulled off and looked up. Nines' LED blinked red at the sight, silvery eyes closing with a brief sigh as Gavin's teasing lips returned to tease his cock. "I'll suck you...suck you real good..." There was something almost dreamy about Gavin's expression as he leaned in, eyes lidding as he licked up and down the throbbing shaft. He could feel it pulsing in his hand, balls twitching in his grasp. Like taking candy from a baby...Gavin gave the tip a final, lingering kiss before taking it in his mouth and sliding his way down about halfway. The hand on the back of his head nudged further, but Gavin held back, closing his teeth just a little to tease the skin in warning. I'm the one in charge here. Nines relented with the smallest shudder, moaning softly as he moved to stroke his hair instead, doing his best not to bunch his hand.

Gavin moaned around the cock in his mouth, hands moving to grip Nines' ass as he pulled off. Nines outright moaned at the sight as Gavin let his tongue hand loose, shaking his head and licking the leaking tip before greedily chowing down again, taking half and bobbing back and forth a little as he sucked. From the buck of Nines' hips and the fingers moving to grip his hair, he knew Nines liked it fast and deep. He smirked around the cock as he closed his eyes and really threw himself into it. A deep growl sounded above as he swallowed all the way to the base, sucking and whining as Nines' balls met his chin.

"Fuck, Gavin, you're so good! Fuck!" High praise. Gavin looked up hungrily, squirming as his own cock remained trapped in his tight jeans. He stuck his hips out needily, jerking his head back and forth. Phck, look at me! See how hard I am for you! Nines was looking. He could see how his vitals pulsed and fluttered, how his stress was melting away with each deep swallow, replaced by something softer and needier. Nines-Richard-Nines-phck! He couldn't settle one way or the other as he continued rocking, filling his throat until he almost choked with each thrust. The strain in Gavin's jeans was obvious, the bulge pushing proud against the zipper. "Fuck-Gavin!" Unable to hold back, Nines gripped either side of Gavin's head and bounced him.

Green eyes widened, almost panicking as Nines snapped his hips and forced his cock down his throat. He wasn't ready for it, choking as the tip brushed his gag reflex. Unfortunately, Nines was too far gone to read it as he rocked again. Gavin whined and choked, eyes tearing up as he did his best to swallow and open his throat. Phck-Nines! Use me! Use my phcking throat! There was something freeing about being used like this, about loosening his throat and simply allowing it to happen. The thrusts slowed a little at his distressed whine but rapidly quickened again as he adjusted. He gripped his ass like he was on a rollercoaster as he was worked back and forth, cock filling his throat with each thrust. Nines moaned as he looked down and saw it. His cock was buried in Gavin's throat. No one else's. He'd coveted this for two months, since he'd first joined the stream and watched the human degrade himself.

"Take it, Gavin, take my cock!" A desperate mewl of obedience sounded as Gavin pushed even closer, burying his nose in his crotch and choking around him as he came. "That's it, swallow that android come. It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Gavin had little choice but to obey as Nines shot straight down his gullet, but he would have greedily swallowed it down anyway. Despite having come, Nines didn't pull off straight away. He loosened his hold and stroked Gavin's hair, enjoying the sight of his hazy green eyes as he continued bobbing and sucking, desperate to milk him of anything he could. "What would our colleagues say if they could see you like this?"

Gavin was too dazed and worn to answer as Richard pulled off and gazed down at him, very much enjoying the sight of him panting with his mouth wide-open, left-over release trickling from the corner of his mouth. He chuckled as Gavin came down, still solid in his jeans as he squirmed and whined. Green eyes fluttered as a gentle hand cradled his chin and raised his head, thumb wiping the release away. He watched in a needy haze as Richard licked his thumb clean, LED spinning yellow as he analysed Gavin's saliva for the first time. A weak hand gripped his trouser leg as he tucked himself away and righted his jeans.

"You won't tell anyone, right?" Gavin started to feel vulnerable again as Richard stepped back, his former bravado falling away like the mask it was.

"Perhaps." Perhaps? What the fuck did he mean perhaps?

"B-but I...I-I sucked your cock!" Gavin gave him a wounded look as Richard smirked and stepped back.

"You did, but I never asked you to nor agreed to any terms." What the-You phcking asshole! The thought must have shown on his face as Richard grinned and unlocked the door, looking back as he stepped into the hall. "I'll see you after lunch, Detective." With those parting words, he was gone, the telltale click of the lock telling Gavin he was giving him some privacy. Phck-oh-phck! His cock was in his hand before he even thought about it. He moaned shamelessly, resting one hand on the dirty carpet as he bent over and jerked himself. He'd never experienced anything like it. The rough handling, the indifference, the teasing, the fullness in his throat.

"Phck-Nines! Richard! Richard-phck!" He wasn't sure which name to moan as he whimpered and whined his way to orgasm. He shuddered as he spilled, squeezing and pumping until he was a quivering mess, barely holding himself up as he let his cock dangle there, dripping. Phck! He was in the cleaning cupboard at work! Anyone could be out in the hall right now, listening to him moan his partner's name like a pathetic loser! He'd also messed up the floor. Looking around, he was relieved to find some shitty blue towels, so he could at least wipe up most of it, though the damp patch on the carpet would probably dry into a telling white stain later.

After cleaning the floor, his next challenge was exiting the cupboard without being seen and making it to the bathroom without being noticed. Before returning to his desk, he wanted to thoroughly clean up and find a way to pretend this shit never happened. Phck, fat chance! The mere thought of seeing Richard again made his limp cock twitch. The rest of the day was going to suck.