BROKEN MENTAL (Connor x Gavin) detroit become human

Did we?

Gavin's POV

I feel like shit. I don't the last thing I remember doing is going home. That's it. My eyes are so heavy. My ass hurts like fucking hell- did I get a harpoon stuck up there or something? Fucking hell I'm gonna need painkillers. Like right now. I force my eyes open, is Connor sleeping next to me? That's sweet. I go to pull off the covers but I feel strange. Like.... I'm naked..... I'M NAKED!! What the fuck happened?! I check the time: 6:00pm. I'm so fucking confused. Wait. Is Connor...... did we........ oh fuck. I sneak into the bathroom.

My hair is a mess. There's blue... something on my lips. What the fuck? Have I been high on android blood or something? Connor's jacket is in the bath tub. I remember him taking it off when I sat in the tub and smoked. There was constant buzzing in his pocket. Might as well see what it is. I reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. It had no password, typical Connor. Has nothing to hide I guess. 15 messages from Hank. 11 missed calls. From Hank also.

'WHERE ARE YOU?'

'CONNOR'

'I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOUR WITH GAVIN'

'GET BACK RIGHT NOW!'

'YOUR WITH THAT ASSHOLE AREN'T YOU?'

'CONNOR FUCKING HELL. THE RK900 FUCKER HAS COME TO ME BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE APPARENTLY ASLEEP'

'Please just come home. I don't trust Gavin'

'Connor, I don't want this fucking android here.'

'I'm gonna be so fucking angry with you when you come back here Connor.'

'You're asleep aren't you?'

'This is worse than talking to an AI'

'Wait. Are androids AI'S? '

'I hope your happy Connor, sumo misses you'

'Fine. Have it your way'

'Fucking android.'

Should I text back? It's only nice. He might think Con's dead.

'Connor's fine. Jesus christ.'

'Gavin? Stop snooping on Connor's phone'

'What's mine is his and what his is mine'

'Plus he doesn't have a password.'

'Give the phone to Connor.'

'He's sleeping.'

'What were you two doing exactly? I know people don't just fall asleep in the middle of the day.'

'... I don't remember.'

'Gavin that's fucking bullshit.'

'I swear! I don't remember!'

Hank stopped texting after that. I look in my cupboard to see if there's any painkillers. Nope. I'm just going to have to go through this agony.

I return to the room and realise there's our clothes all over the floor. This can't mean anything good. I snatch my clothes and get dressed again. Connor's naked. Yeah I'm not dealing with that right now. I limp to the kitchen and make some coffee. While the machine run it gave me some time to think. 

Obviously we did something. But.... did we fully commit? I'm pretty sure I would have stopped him because of my body. Although....... my ass is in the most pain ever. Fuck we did it didn't we.

I hear footsteps echo down the hall. I glanced at Connor, he's in his boxers, and shirt. He hugs me.
"We fucked didn't we?" I flatly state more than a question. He rests his chin on my shoulder. Since when did he stop being a robo-cop and start being so emotional?
"We participated in sexual inter-course, yes." Never mind I take it back. I can't understand a thing he's saying. I sighed. Connor came closer,
"Hank texted you, and called." I mentioned.
"You texted him back, didn't you?"
"Yeah. He's wondering what we're doing. Niner's at his house too." I add. Connor let's go and sits at the dining table. I go and lean against the chair.
"You should probably go back to Hank's. Before he breaks down the door to my place." I slightly chuckle. He nods. But he's thinking about something. His eyes aren't completely focused. I grab his arm as he walks to go get dressed.
"What's up?" I worry. Did I upset him somehow? Why is he worried? I did something didn't I?  Oh fuck. No. No no no. He's going to break up with me isn't he. That's what he's thinking about. I know it.
I'm sweating, my eyes are starting to get blurry with water. Connor places his hands on my waist.
"It's nothing, really. Don't worry Gavin. Calm down." He shushed. I didn't even realise until now that I was breathing faster and heavier. I swallowed the lump in my throat, I whimpered an ok. He gave me a warm smile. Then a few minutes later he was out the door. I'm on my own again.

I run to the bathroom. Fuck not again. I fall to the floor and focus on trying not to vomit. I really need to control this.
"Gavin? Are you home?" I hear Niner outside the door. I gather literally all my strength and move to the door. Falling over multiple times of course.
"Gavin? Are you ok? I can hear bumping." Niner persisted.
"Hold on! Hold on!" I stumble to the door. Unlocking it, I'm met with a concerned Niner.
"Are you alright? Gavin! What happened?" He grips the sides of my shoulders and I go limp.
"I'm gonna throw up." I rasped. Niner's eyes widened, he picked me up and rushed me to the bathroom once more. He put me down right by the toilet. I gag. He layed a hand on my back; kneeling beside me. I puked. Nothing even exited my mouth apart from water. Disgusting. Niner watched on from my side.
"I can't believe your still here, I'm fucking gross." I say. Niner pats my back.
"You've got work tommorow" He reminded. I fell backwards onto my butt. I forgot about the pain and as I landed, a sharp sting flowed up my body.
"fuuuuuuck. I'm gonna kill Connor." I whined. Nines tilted his head to the side,
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say, Connor is a pain in the ass."
I joked. Niner grimaced. I leaned my head on Nine's chest.
"I'm so fucking sick of this. If I have to go through this every fucking time I'm scared, angry or.. or... I don't think it's worth it."
Niner carried me to the living room.
"You'll stay with me won't you? When Connor finally realises I'm not boyfriend material?" I  pleaded. Niner sighed.
"I guess." He joked.

I fell asleep on the sofa. I haven't eaten today. Oh well.

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Hiiiiii. I was thinking about just uploading a double chapter tommorow but I might as well. I had my niece round my house today. She just started school (just if your wondering). Thanks for reading! Bye!