inthesaferoom | Random texts post

That's your right. If you really don't want it.

[ This is something he's actually not going to push. It feels hypocritical and like he's just acting like that other guy. His thing is he pushes shit he knows Gavin is just fighting for the sake of it.

He know if this is or not. ]

I'll just do other things.

[ He considers for a second before flipping his hand and barely, just barely, touching Gavin's in a way that hints at holding it.

Gross. ]

My right? What happened to all that “don’t give a shit about consent” stuff?

[ Not that it’s ever been non-consensual, even when it hurt. Maybe especially then.

Mike might compare himself to Grady, but Gavin’s never told him no and meant it. ]

Other things, huh.

[ He hesitates for a few seconds, but then he’s slipping his fingers between Mike’s. Even if it scares both of them. ]

Why’re you being so goddamn cute?

You ever heard of saying shit for how it makes everyone feel? I've never done or said anything I didn't know you would be into.

[ He just gives him a Look for that assessment of 'cute'. He doesn't move or pull away, even if his heart raced for a moment and part of it was definitely that stupid fear. But he's annoyed at being called that. ]

No way.

Oh, I know all about your saying shit just ‘cause of how it makes me feel. But —

[ The slightest curve of a smile at the corner of Gavin’s mouth. ]

Think you might know me too well, then. Most people dip long before all that.

[ He looks down at their hands — or tries to, with the lights still mostly out; flickering every so often. ]

How about we clean up this mess before someone finds us making out down here?

Fuck that. Order Nines to do it on the way out. It's all that toaster is actually good for, cleaning up someone else's mess.

[ He just shrugs at the knowing too well part. Not only has he observed him enough to learn but because when Mike looked Gavin up? He didn't do the same thing of respecting when the guy would want to tell him shit. He just learned it. That feels kind of awful now?

But he's back to acting like he's not giving him a choice, heading for the stairs and pulling his hand. ]

I'm taking you somewhere else. Can you pretend to be sick enough to have to leave? Come on, it'll be fun.

You know that’s just gonna piss the toaster off.

[ Which Gavin enjoyed before, but clearly the thing has gone deviant and no one will listen.

But if that’s what Mike wants to do? Whatever. He’ll take the thing’s ire as best he can; for now, Gavin lets himself be tugged toward the exit. ]

This one time.

[ And maybe more, but he doesn’t say that. Mike doesn’t need to know how much power he wields here — if he doesn’t already know.

Gavin sighs: loud, obnoxious. ]

You gonna tell me or is this gonna be some weird surprise?

[ What does it say about Mike that the more loud and obnoxious Gavin is, the more he's into him? Whatever, they can ponder his bad taste in men later. He definitely knows at least a little about his power and that's why he dragging him - because he's guaranteed to get away with it. ]

Honey, why would I hide it? I'm dragging you to a hotel and fucking you into next week.

[ Gavin fumbles on the next step at that admission; has to hold onto Mike for a split second. ]

Can open with that next time, y’know. Almost wasn’t gonna skip work for you.

[ This is a lie. One Mike doesn’t need to hear about, because all Gavin has is his job, his cats. What might that say about his feelings for Mike?

He brushes those thoughts aside as they near the top of the stairs. ]

You gonna keep holding my hand as I claim to be all sick, or what?

Nah. Would do it to make that hunk of metal pissy, but we need to get out of here quick.

[ He drops his hand and pauses for a second at the fact he doesn't like letting go. Gross. He hates it, thanks.

But he'll deal. He pushes him a little to encourage him forward. ]

If you put on a good enough show, I'll show you a magic trick. It involves you, me and your dick.

[ He could probably stand to lower his voice? ]

[ Mike’s words definitely turn heads, and most onlookers might usually shrug it off as extremely awkward albeit harmless... but the situation is made weirder by Gavin being on the receiving end here. People are staring, so Gavin puts some distance between them. Crossing his arms. ]

The fuck kind of show are you expecting? If I keel over, that shitty roomba is gonna come running.

[ ...That roomba who’s in Fowler’s office, apparently. ]

Oh my god. Fucker’s probably looking for me. Just —

[ Gavin gives Mike his own little shove. ]

Don’t let him see you.

[ Then he’s off to Fowler’s office with its see-through walls, feigning a cough and not meeting Nines’ eyes. Because Nines can go fuck itself.

Very good show: not. Fowler’s not buying it but he’s waving Gavin away, a la “stop wasting my fucking time.” Nines definitely isn’t buying it — Gavin cares even less about this, but the thing has the audacity to grab his arm as he tries to leave. Grip like steel.

Choice words are said — “gonna make scrap outta you,” threats of vomiting on shoes, et cetera — before Nines leans in. Lips brushing Gavin’s ear, and then... nothing. He says nothing; just pulls away.

Leaving Gavin to head out on his merry way — although if Mike is still in the precinct’s main room, Nines might note that for later. ]

[ He sure is, and he's noting things for himself. Like where he's planning on burying the body. Or maybe he can just string it up so everyone gets the message. When Gavin approaches, he scowls in such a deep way. It's like every fiber of his being is unhappy. ]

Gonna toss it into a scrapyard and turn on the magnets. Nobody'll fucking care, right? It's fine.

Didn’t I tell you they’ll just send another? You gonna kill them all?

[ Gavin touches Mike’s shoulder, trying to steer him toward the entrance. ]

They’re considered “people” now, or whatever. Not legally, but these things cost a shitton of money. You really want to be on the hook for that?

[ Gavin was more than willing to kill Connor — before the whole “my toaster is alive” bullshit. ]

Fuck that, I'll pay for the damages. Maybe it'll eventually come back with less wrong with its brain chips.

[ And then something occurs to him all of a sudden. He allows himself to be steered, mostly because he's too distracted to fight it. That's definitely a real big smile. ]

But they're not people. They run on programming.

There's always a way to make that vulnerable.

You gonna pay millions? Just to fuck with Nines?

[ Cute, seeing Mike all into this idea. But stupid.

Once they’re outside, Gavin snaps his fingers in front of Mike’s face. ]

Is revenge worth all that?

Hey no, don't worry about that, it was bullshit. I was just talking.

[ He focuses on those fingers and then grabs them, using the momentum to try to pull him in. If he's able to do it, he's definitely planting a kiss on him. Brief and quick, but pointed. But not really at anyone like Nines or that stupid SWAT fucker, more at the people who acted like it was weird for Gavin to be at the receiving end, earlier. Screw that, he knows who he's choosing, here.

It's not changing his mind. ]

[ Gavin’s about to snap back — just bullshit, really? — when Mike has to go and be all cute again.

All this is gonna kill him. Mike’s gonna kill him. And again Gavin makes a very undignified sound in his throat, but this time Mike is halfway to kissing him when it happens.

Mumbling: ]

Better be bullshit, Mike.

Oh, it's bullshit. I've got something different in mind.

[ He pulls back from the kiss and slings his arm around his shoulders as he shifts so he can try to lead him to the parking lot. Obviously Gavin got there in some way or another, but he did too, and they're using his motorcycle. It's just a given. ]

Don't worry, not touching that money for a scrap of metal. Someone has to sugar daddy you if you're dumping the old men.

[ He's just so considerate, right? ]

“Different” better not mean “illegal.”

[ PDA’s still weird. Will probably always be weird, and despite the way Gavin slightly cringes away — that’s just habit. That’s his thing: he pushes and pushes until finally people leave, and it’s always a disappointment but never a surprise. ]

I mean it. You go through all that trouble to fuck with your — y’know.

[ File. ]

Don’t you go fucking that up for a metal freak who can’t even fix my damn blender.

[ Gavin’s tried to get Nines to fix said appliance, but alas.

Then, at the motorcycle: ]

What the fuck is this?

[ Mike isn't bothered by the cringing at all, he just laughs. He looks him over to try to see if he still has the file at the mention of it, but he doesn't actually say anything. He just hopes it's not left behind for that shitty thing to find in all that mess. ]

What, this?

[ He motions to his bike - kind of older but extremely illegal. Don't worry about it. ]

This is how we're getting there. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

[ Gavin has the file tucked under his jacket, against his back. Free for him to burn or hoard.

Muttered: ]

Not what I’m worried about.

[ What he is worried about is popping another boner, all pressed up against Mike’s back. On a motorcycle.

So, in an attempt to avoid such: ]

Let me drive.

Baby, no.

[ He takes a step away, completely turned off by the idea of someone else driving this thing, even Gavin. He even shoves the keys he'd taken out right back into his pocket. ]

Do you understand how I've souped up this thing? What I've done to it to make it mine?

How much this fucking cost me? I'm not talking money, by the way.

Not gonna fight you over a motorcycle, dipshit.

[ Gavin shoves at Mike’s chest — playfully, for him. But if anyone else saw, they might think he was ready to throw down. ]

Get the fuck on, then. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[ He’s eyeing the motorcycle as he circles round, then, looking back up at Mike: ]

Do I even want to know about all that shit, or is it more on a “need to know” basis?

[ He wants to learn more about Mike, sure. Won’t catch him admitting that, though — yet. But he’s not gonna wring the guy for personal details.

Yet. ]

[ He relaxes and goes to retrieve the helmets he had stashed on the back, throwing one at Gavin. Because he prepared, he planned on dragging him off one way or another. He just had no fucking clue about everything that would go down first.

He raises an eyebrow at the question. ]

More like I'm not stupid enough to answer next to a police station. Ask later.

[ He puts on the pitch black helmet and gets on the motorcycle. He inserts the keys but waits to turn it on. ]

Oh, you’re not that stupid, are you? Could’ve fooled me.

[ Gavin catches the helmet, putting it on before sliding onto the motorcycle behind Mike. ]

Stupid enough to say all that shit down in the archive room. And almost fuck me. In the archive room.

[ Mostly Gavin’s still smarting from everything he said down there: everything he admitted to and can’t take back. And part of him will always want to curl back up in his shell.

Regardless, Gavin wraps his arms around Mike’s waist as he leans against him. Very normal. ]

Key word is almost. I restrained myself.

[ He should get a reward for that, some kind of treat. He can't help but smile at the warmth of Gavin at his back, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he kicks up the kickstand and turns the key.

That definitely isn't a normal motorcycle engine. It's sure as hell loud, though. ]

New kind of food play but it comes with GERD

me, normal: is Gav the food

Mike does like playing with him

🪤🐀

Autocorrect: pulling his head Me: violent

we love violence here

It's Mike's love language

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I’m normal about motorcycle Mike

And of course his bike is extremely illegal

and extremely sexy (Gav is normal)

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