|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Ten.

|Y/N|'s POV|

I look at Gavin as he leans back into the couch, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again. He sighs a little, seeming to know exactly what was going on while I was sitting here confused as hell.

"Coffee?" I offer, wanting to at least make him feel a little better. His tired eyes gaze in my direction and he gives a slight nod, running a hand over his face. I gently move his legs off of me and go to make the male I was worried for a coffee. I soon place the cup between Gavin's two slightly trembling hands, him holding it close to his chest and inhaling a little.
"Thank you." He says, eyes half closed as he rests. Damn, if I could, I'd hug him and try to make him feel better.  I return to where I was sitting, putting Gavin's legs back on my lap. He didn't seem too phased this time so I pulled him a little closer, placing on hand on his knee and the other on his shin. He raises an eyebrow slightly but didn't have the energy to fight with me. I gently rub his knee, making the man tense a little,

"You know you can talk to me, right?" I say, still gently caressing the man's knee. He looks down at his coffee again, "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to."

Oh, Ouch...

Well, can't say I didn't try. Gavin takes a sip of his coffee and goes back to acting as if nothing had happened at all. Can he really be so cold hearted? I let out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding in, it catching Gavin's attention once more.

"What is it, kid?" He asks. "I'm not a kid." "I'm thirty six and your twenty five, you're a kid. Now answer the question." He says, eyebrow twitching a little bit in annoyance. I roll my eyes and look him in the eyes,

"You... Don't trust me." I say bluntly, watching Gavin who's face doesn't change from it's blank expression. He sips his coffee before putting his cup on the table. "Why would I? I made this clear, too. I don't trust anyone." He shrugs but doesn't look at me.

Jesus, Gavin...

|Gavin's POV|

I can't look at that kid, he makes me want to gag but... In a good way? He makes my stomach hurt and tense up when he shows he cares. I hate it.

"You should. I don't see how I'd hurt you." He says, rubbing my knee again. I thin my lips and glance at him. That fucking face... Damn...

"Will you stop doing that? It's weird." I snap, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping an arm around them. |Y/N|'s face flickered to hurt before he gave me an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, I guess I'm too touchy for your liking. But I don't mean anything by it, you know?.." "No. You gay prick, it's fucking weird."
A moment of silence before he asks "What do you have against gay people, anyways?" I look down at my knees and furrow my eyebrows. I don't... "I don't know. I... It's wrong. Have you seen what gay mean do?" I slightly grimace and look at |Y/N|'s face as he blushes deeply, clearing his throat a little bit. "It's more pleasurable than you reali- can we please change the subject?" He asks, clearing his throat again. Damn, is he really that easily embarrassed? Maybe I could have a little fin with this...

"Like, who the fuck would like a blowjob from a guy? I couldn't imagine myself giving one.." I have done, plenty of times- "Could you?" |Y/N|looks at me as I speak before he thinks about it, eyes widening and then quickly averting themselves. "Don't tell me you're actually imagining it, |Y/N|..." "... I'm not..." He shifts a little on his seat and pulls the blanket over himself a little, but not pulling it off me. I had to hold back a laugh before I fake a stretch and pull the blanket over myself more, glancing at the males waist, seeing he had his legs pressed tightly together. I chuckle a little and shake my head with amusement.

|Y/N|'s head snaps in my direction, his eyes scanning my face before he relaxed a little bit. He runs a hand over his still slightly blushing face. I pull the blanket off myself and get off the couch.
"I'm going to take a nap, kid... I didn't realize the thought of me giving someone a blowjob would turn you on so much." And with that, I walk off towards my room, amused by his reaction. I close the door and tug off my shirt, dropping it on the end of the bed. I glance at the mirror that was on one of the doors of the wardrobe. I step in front of it and look at my figure in the mirror.

It wasn't the prettiest sight, that's for sure. I run a hand over my chest and stomach, feeling the lumps and bumps from years of self abuse and some not my own doing. I used to carry a lot more weight, some more than I liked but now it's all gone, maybe not in the healthiest way but it's gone. I run a finger over the scar that goes over my side. I shiver, the skin around it being a little more sensitive than the rest of me before I just climb into my bed, now wanting to deal with looking at such a grotesque image anymore.

|Y/N|'s POV|

I let Gavin leave the room, not wanting to stop him from trying to sleep. He looked so tired now a days. I stare at the spare rooms door, my face still warm. Gavin giving someone a blo- not an image I need in my head... But also not one I don't want. Fucking tease... I grab the blanket he was using and wrap it around myself, liking that it was still warm. I nuzzle into it and then put on a random show, not paying attention to it.

I don't understand that man, not one bit. He insists he isn't gay. I don't believe it. Maybe he doesn't want to admit it because he's afraid people won't like it? Who knows? Like, why would a straight man tease another gay man about blowjobs? It doesn't make sense to me but who am I to assume anything?

After a couple of movies, I decide I need to go and get some shopping now that this man was staying with me. I get up and gather my wallet, thinking that I should leave a note for Gavin. I scribble down where I'm going and go into the detectives room, seeing him fast asleep. Or so it seemed. I smile and place the note in the table, liking how relaxed he looked when he was asleep. Without thinking, I lean down and place a soft kiss on the man's cheek before leaving the room, closing the door behind me. I grab Gavin's jacket that was on the couch and check the size on it before venturing off towards the shops.

I picked up foods that would be healthy but would also help Gavin gain a little more weight. I also picked Gavin up some fresh clothes, just plain shirts and things but knowing him, he'll be pissed that I bought them for him but I didn't care. He needs them.

When I arrive home, however. I see that Gavin was awake and the heavenly smell of food greeted me as I stepped into my apartment. I put the bags down and watch Greg and Gizmo begin to nose in them to see if there's anything for them. I walk into the kitchen to see Gavin frying some vegetables, stirring them with a wooden spoon. I step up behind him and peek over his shoulder.

"That smells really good."

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

I couldn't hold back a laugh, looking at him. "Only me, I'm afraid." I say, grinning a little bit while Gavin glares at me. "What are you making?" I ask, leaning against the counter. "Just a stir fry. It's... One of my favorites. I thought it could be a small thank you." I place a hand on my chest and fake a gasp,

"The Gavin Reed saying thank you...? Fuck me."

"No thanks, prick. And never kiss my cheek again."

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