Dickory

Mortified

Gavin tried not to cringe as he huddled over his fried breakfast. He couldn't even look at Nines as the four of them sat in Chloe's conservatory at the small round table. Her doppelgangers had likely rearranged things during the night, removing the cloth and table decorations to replace them with a simple vase of festive red flowers. If Elijah and Chloe noticed his preoccupation, they were polite enough not to say anything, but Nines had definitely noticed. There was no way he couldn't have. Gavin hadn't been able to meet his gaze since he'd woken up. He hadn't even said a word. The memory was still haunting him as he chewed on some bacon.

An intense dream had jolted him awake. The memory of Nines holding him in the air with his thighs spread wide, on full display for the open door, had chased him. Nines' length had been buried so deep that he hadn't even cared about the stunned FBI agents watching in the doorway. If anything, it had spurred him on more. People had stopped to watch as Nines bounced him in his arms. His knees had been spread wide and hooked over Nines' forearms. His pants had been shoved down around his ankles and his thirium stained top had left blue smears across his pale skin. People were watching as Nines claimed him. As he glared over his shoulder to let them know that this human was his. Gavin had jerked awake just around the time Nines had leaned down to purr an observation about how much he was enjoying being fucked on display like that. The teeth biting his neck had sent him over the edge, making his eyes open wide as he'd sat up gasping.

Nines was already alert, and fuck knows how long he'd been lounging there watching. The covers had been tugged off. Nines had likely noticed how overheated he'd become in the throes of internalised passion. That wasn't the problem. The visible tent and wetness in his sweatpants was what had sent a wave of humiliation crashing through him. He'd been so red faced and embarrassed that he hadn't even noticed the bulge that had formed in Nines' pants in response. Nines had called after him worriedly as he'd rolled to his feet and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door and leaning against it with trembling legs.

He'd stripped and turned on the shower, shaft still hard and tender from the dream. He'd clearly come once in his sleep already. Sticky white stained his boxers and sweatpants as a shameful reminder. What the phck am I? A phcking teenager? Phck! He'd thought those days were long behind him. Sure, he had passionate dreams sometimes and woke up hard. Who the fuck didn't? But coming in his sleep? He hadn't done that shit since his mid-teens! He'd gripped his aching shaft as he'd stepped beneath the hot spray, feeling needy and humiliated as he'd worked himself over the edge. He couldn't help it. The memory of Nines' hands on his body. The lips and teeth on his neck. The taste of synthetic ejaculate. The eyes of strangers watching them. It had him finishing with a messy little whimper of Nines' name on his lips after a few short strokes. He'd shuddered miserably despite the heat of the water.

He'd scrubbed his body shamefully, wondering how he was going to face Nines once he left the safety of the tiled room. Judging by the amount of white in his clothes, he'd likely messed the bedsheets, too. The humiliation of it had burned his skin more than the water. He'd stood naked once he'd stepped out, cleaning off his pants with the showerhead and wringing them out before tossing them in the hamper. At least it was the doppelgangers that did the laundry, and Chloe likely wasn't fitted with the same analysis sensors as Nines. She wouldn't know his shame. He'd brushed his teeth before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, hesitating with his hand on the door handle. Phck...

As he'd stepped into the room, he'd noticed a few things. First, the bed had been stripped and changed in his absence. There was no trace of them having slept there at all, with the cushions replaced and arranged neatly at the head of the bed. Second, Nines had left a change of clothes on the bed for him, comfortable indoor wear since they were going to have a late breakfast with Elijah and Chloe. Third, Nines was standing with the dirty sheets bundled in his arms, ready to enter the bathroom himself. Gavin's voice had stuck in his throat. He'd dropped his green eyes to the floor and shuffled meekly out of the way, only moving to dress once the door had clicked shut behind him.