Your restraint is duly noted and appreciated as always, Detective Reed. Lieutenant Anderson used to say the same thing, but I have evidence to prove that is no longer the case. I can't determine if that's an anomaly or if you'd eventually follow the same trend.
I didn't actually have anyone in mind--it was a general inquiry. My subsequent one is: what is the best method to obtain a "friend with benefits"?
well. first you're gonna have to make a friend, connor.
[He's cracking himself up. Who needs sleep when he can just survive on witty repartee? Except it's late and he's likely not nearly as funny as he thinks he's being.]
ideally you might want to be attracted to them but i mean that's not strictly necessary. they probably shouldn't be married or already dating someone else, but again not strictly necessary.
I do have friends, Detective Reed. But many of them are androids who also don't have the experience I am looking for. Which leaves the only other option to be a human, and in that case, leaves a much more limited scope for me to work with.
[he cares a lot for hank, but he wouldn't want hank to be his fuck-buddy. maybe if he thought hard about it he'd understand his platonic feelings would lend themselves better into developing into those of love after time and nuturing, but for now they are just partners in a professional sense and close housemates. he would not deny he enjoys the tactile element either--the hugs, the light and positive touches.
but. he's not going to share this with gavin.]
There seems to be a noted difference between the connotation of "fuck-buddy" and "friend with benefits." In that case, it would not even require someone to be considered a friend.
Isn't it better to learn from someone with experience to gain it quicker for one's self? Though, I'm aware there can be a preference for naivete and the concept of virginity.
I guess I do "give a shit" about anonymity, in that case. Believe it or not, there are a large number of both humans and androids that are aware of my existence and my involvement in the revolution.
What is the word--"trust issues"? I think I may have a case of that when considering the possibility of advertising my availability to the rest of Detroit.
[long pause.]
Do you have a friend with benefits or a fuck-buddy, Detective Reed?
better? not necessarily. it's more important that it's someone you're comfortable with. you just learn and explore shit together. that's all.
see. you thinking you're a celebrity or whatever and not wanting to hook up with randos just prooves i'm right. it doesn't matter if the other person is experienced, just that you're comfortable with them.
[jfc connor.]
fucking hell. absolutely none of your business. fuck me. do you ask hank this kind of shit?
I don't believe I am a celebrity out of any sense of ego, Detective Reed. But I am not ignorant to the significance it can have on certain aspects of how I choose to live out the rest of my personhood.
It certainly seems to narrow down my options from an already limited selection.
[HE'S JUST CURIOUS OKAY, CAN HE LIVE.]
I've asked Lieutenant Anderson many personal questions over the course of our partnership.
No Detective, it's no longer just about statistics.
I admit, when I first received your message, there was only a 29% chance this conversation would have progressed to sharing beneficial information or gaining new perspective.
I'm...pleased that it's amounted to more than that.
i dunno what i prefer. it's just sort of the way things are, right?
i did like it better when punching you was just a potential fine and not assault. i'm not sure i really like having to work with androids, but at least now you guys are asking to be paid, so you're not just a cheap human replacement. but still. how can a human compete with a machine that doesn't get tired or need to eat. will i be pissed off when you inevitably get a fucking promotion before i do. you better fucking believe i will. do i hate you for that? not really. it's not your fault humans are dumbasses.
[well, none of that is what he expected. it's perhaps the most raw, stream-of-conscious (and by far longest) explanation he's ever received from gavin.]
Thank you for your honesty, Detective Reed.
I don't think it would help your concerns much to provide the statistics or preconstructed scenarios to extrapolate on these specific instances. You're right--none of the interactions between humans and androids in a societal context are for certain.
But that only adds to my own reasons for appreciating your ability to admit as much to me, rather than fall back onto your former attitude and behaviours when conversing with me.
Maybe that's why I had been considering the merits of adding another layer to our interactions.
Well...I've realized that this behaviour and this particular hour falls within the range that is defined as a "booty-call", does it not?
Seeing as we already share the experience of late-night conversing, I thought it might be relevant to suggest the other part of it. Which ties in almost perfectly with our distinction between a "friend with benefits" and a "fuck-buddy".
[He waited for the punchline. And waited. And waited. Three minutes and two seconds later it really didn't seem like there was another text coming and Connor's question felt like it was hanging in the air.
What the fuck?
Either Connor was seriously trolling him, which, if he was, fucking touche, Connor, because he was falling for it.]
you're fuckiong sersious aren't you???
[Christ, learn to type, Reed. Actually, he was just happy he hadn't dropped his phone on his face after this particular series of texts.]
i'm so confused. do androids get horny? [Is this Connor trying to get material for blackmail?] so... what? you just wanna come over and suck me off or something? or is this still about the handcuff thing?
[The possibility of a blowjob, forever his downfall.]
[this is the only time since that day in the evidence room that he's used his first name rather than calling him by his title both to keep his distance and offer a small sign of respect.]
Oral sex is considered one of the easiest and most uninhibited acts before penetrative intercourse. It would be...beneficial to test how well my sensors function outside of a professional environment--and put to rest the idea that I'm only good with my mouth if there is a crime scene.
[translation: yeah, he'd be down. it's a good thing gavin can't see how seriously he's frowning at his phone right now.]
There doesn't seem to be much regard for logic in these types of interactions. I just...[determined through a very articulate system of numbers and preconstructed situations] thought this would be the most unlikely or anticipated course of action and decided to take the chance.
I'll understand and respect if you say no. That would also preclude any further discussion of handcuffs or copulation in the future.
[Honestly, it's probably good that neither of them can see the other. Gavin can't see how serious Connor is and Connor can't see Gavin practically choking with how hard he's laughing and trying to stifle that laughter. Just imagining Connor fretting over his mouth being useless if he wasn't licking things was... fucking terrific.
This will, no doubt, go swimmingly.]
shut up. stop texting me. and just come over already you fucking freak.
[connor honestly can't believe this...worked? that their conversation somehow took this turn? this genuinely wasn't his objective when he'd sent that text, let alone with detective reed of all people. but there's something he recognizes as thrilling about the prospect of it too. maybe the humans are onto something when they say that which is contradictory or discouraged in some way is more enticing.
he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
[Like an idiot, he actually jumped in surprise at the knock. Half of him, like Connor, heavily suspected that this was a really bizarre prank.
He opened the door, immediately fixing Connor with a defiant, cocky glare. Standing square in the doorway to keep Connor from stepping inside, he stared him down for a moment. Well, stared him down while looking up at him. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Connor didn't smirk and leave, or do any number of horrible things that had run through his head while he'd been waiting for the android to show up. His taxi pulled away and left him though.]
What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fuck in here. [He unceremoniously grabbed the front of Connor's shirt and tugged him inside, closing and locking the door once he was in.
His sized Connor up unabashedly, giving him a leering once over before smirking.] I didn't really expect you to show up.
[Reed himself was in form fitting t-shirt and pajama pants that had no business looking as good on him as they did.
Still smirking, he gestured with a little tilt of his head.] Bedroom's this way. [He started to lead the way and then turned around, walking backward.] You might as well leave your shoes and jacket out here though.
[as much as connor had started holding his own against gavin at work--not just rolling over and taking his little digs so much as countering them--he'd never do something as cruel or mocking as showing up just to laugh at him. the thought of...denying or falsifying whatever they'd started here was unfathomable to him, not an option. of course, that was only if detective reed was going to go along with it. which...if the way he's grabbed and yanked inside is any indicator, he is.
this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]
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again. i skimmed. when i read your texts i can't help but hear it in your dumb voice and it kind of makes me want to punch you in the face.
but anyway. you should just ask whoever you were thinking of using cuffs on to be a friend with benefits. problem solved.
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I didn't actually have anyone in mind--it was a general inquiry. My subsequent one is: what is the best method to obtain a "friend with benefits"?
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[He's cracking himself up. Who needs sleep when he can just survive on witty repartee? Except it's late and he's likely not nearly as funny as he thinks he's being.]
ideally you might want to be attracted to them but i mean that's not strictly necessary. they probably shouldn't be married or already dating someone else, but again not strictly necessary.
once you've tackled that part, get back to me.
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[he cares a lot for hank, but he wouldn't want hank to be his fuck-buddy. maybe if he thought hard about it he'd understand his platonic feelings would lend themselves better into developing into those of love after time and nuturing, but for now they are just partners in a professional sense and close housemates. he would not deny he enjoys the tactile element either--the hugs, the light and positive touches.
but. he's not going to share this with gavin.]
There seems to be a noted difference between the connotation of "fuck-buddy" and "friend with benefits." In that case, it would not even require someone to be considered a friend.
Correct?
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[The next text gets a pause. A long pause.]
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there are some hookup apps too. if you don't give a shit about anonymity. but they're pretty hit or miss.
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I guess I do "give a shit" about anonymity, in that case. Believe it or not, there are a large number of both humans and androids that are aware of my existence and my involvement in the revolution.
What is the word--"trust issues"? I think I may have a case of that when considering the possibility of advertising my availability to the rest of Detroit.
[long pause.]
Do you have a friend with benefits or a fuck-buddy, Detective Reed?
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see. you thinking you're a celebrity or whatever and not wanting to hook up with randos just prooves i'm right. it doesn't matter if the other person is experienced, just that you're comfortable with them.
[jfc connor.]
fucking hell. absolutely none of your business. fuck me. do you ask hank this kind of shit?
[he uses an app, connor. duh.]
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It certainly seems to narrow down my options from an already limited selection.
[HE'S JUST CURIOUS OKAY, CAN HE LIVE.]
I've asked Lieutenant Anderson many personal questions over the course of our partnership.
But, now I'm asking you. I was just...curious.
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what difference would it make to what you decide to do? or not do.
or are you just keen to add another number into your statistics? because you can fuck off with that noise
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I admit, when I first received your message, there was only a 29% chance this conversation would have progressed to sharing beneficial information or gaining new perspective.
I'm...pleased that it's amounted to more than that.
That's why I would like to know.
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what the fuck do you mean by that?
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I like it.
And, I prefer it particularly when considered against previous interactions between the two of us.
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[How dare Connor imply they were getting along.]
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Does that mean you prefer it the other way?
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i dunno what i prefer. it's just sort of the way things are, right?
i did like it better when punching you was just a potential fine and not assault. i'm not sure i really like having to work with androids, but at least now you guys are asking to be paid, so you're not just a cheap human replacement. but still. how can a human compete with a machine that doesn't get tired or need to eat. will i be pissed off when you inevitably get a fucking promotion before i do. you better fucking believe i will. do i hate you for that? not really. it's not your fault humans are dumbasses.
so. i dunno connor. shit's not black and white.
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Thank you for your honesty, Detective Reed.
I don't think it would help your concerns much to provide the statistics or preconstructed scenarios to extrapolate on these specific instances. You're right--none of the interactions between humans and androids in a societal context are for certain.
But that only adds to my own reasons for appreciating your ability to admit as much to me, rather than fall back onto your former attitude and behaviours when conversing with me.
Maybe that's why I had been considering the merits of adding another layer to our interactions.
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[In fact, he'd nearly deleted the entire text a number of times before just saying 'fuck it' and sending it.]
wait
huh?
considering what? texting me at 2 AM? yeah. you've really taken this to the next level, connor.
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Seeing as we already share the experience of late-night conversing, I thought it might be relevant to suggest the other part of it. Which ties in almost perfectly with our distinction between a "friend with benefits" and a "fuck-buddy".
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What the fuck?
Either Connor was seriously trolling him, which, if he was, fucking touche, Connor, because he was falling for it.]
you're fuckiong sersious aren't you???
[Christ, learn to type, Reed. Actually, he was just happy he hadn't dropped his phone on his face after this particular series of texts.]
i'm so confused. do androids get horny? [Is this Connor trying to get material for blackmail?] so... what? you just wanna come over and suck me off or something? or is this still about the handcuff thing?
[The possibility of a blowjob, forever his downfall.]
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[this is the only time since that day in the evidence room that he's used his first name rather than calling him by his title both to keep his distance and offer a small sign of respect.]
Oral sex is considered one of the easiest and most uninhibited acts before penetrative intercourse. It would be...beneficial to test how well my sensors function outside of a professional environment--and put to rest the idea that I'm only good with my mouth if there is a crime scene.
[translation: yeah, he'd be down. it's a good thing gavin can't see how seriously he's frowning at his phone right now.]
There doesn't seem to be much regard for logic in these types of interactions. I just...[determined through a very articulate system of numbers and preconstructed situations] thought this would be the most unlikely or anticipated course of action and decided to take the chance.
I'll understand and respect if you say no. That would also preclude any further discussion of handcuffs or copulation in the future.
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This will, no doubt, go swimmingly.]
shut up. stop texting me. and just come over already you fucking freak.
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he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
Detective Reed, it's me. Connor.
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He opened the door, immediately fixing Connor with a defiant, cocky glare. Standing square in the doorway to keep Connor from stepping inside, he stared him down for a moment. Well, stared him down while looking up at him. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Connor didn't smirk and leave, or do any number of horrible things that had run through his head while he'd been waiting for the android to show up. His taxi pulled away and left him though.]
What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fuck in here. [He unceremoniously grabbed the front of Connor's shirt and tugged him inside, closing and locking the door once he was in.
His sized Connor up unabashedly, giving him a leering once over before smirking.] I didn't really expect you to show up.
[Reed himself was in form fitting t-shirt and pajama pants that had no business looking as good on him as they did.
Still smirking, he gestured with a little tilt of his head.] Bedroom's this way. [He started to lead the way and then turned around, walking backward.] You might as well leave your shoes and jacket out here though.
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this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]
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