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WHO Will Vega, Jr (androit), Ash Starmer 2.0 (subroutined).
WHAT One of Junior's friends is getting fed-up with his lack of action on his real life crush, so Junior finds an outlet on his doorstep.
WHEN idk just barely after Junior moves back home, like he's 26 or something
WHERE Junior's hometown! Somewhere convenient!
WHY why not, I ask you

When Junior had been talking with an old friend after meeting up to catch up on lost times, he hadn't expected the conversation to go the way it had. Making life artificially was illegal, highly so and for good reason with all the things you could do before it was born, but approximating it had apparently become the new craze of all the top researchers. Joking around that Junior needed something to work his energy out on before he could calm down and just talk to Felix about Real Life Important Things (Such As Love) was all well and good, but a cyborg? Well, android. Except not that either, because those terms had already been adopted from the popular lexicon for other things. This was just... a doll, of sorts.

Not that it made it any less weird. Times were crazy and Junior wasn't sure he felt like keeping up.

What he hadn't expected was for his friend to go through with it, actually make up an order and have it sent to his apartment above Buns 'N Roses like it was a candygram or an express-shipped package. This was... not quite a person, but close enough to be weird. Huh. Standing in the doorway and looking at the redhead on the other side, there wasn't a lot he could say.

"You're, um... Justin sent you?"

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[androit]

Okay, he could definitely get down with that. Those little motions set him off into a light whimper, the good sort, his own hips moving light to match the rhythm. He didn't have any problem at all moving with the synthetic on top of him, not really thinking that maybe he shouldn't. He rolled with it for a few moments before exhaling and nodding.

"Always ran warm," he said quietly, definitely glad that Ash seemed to appreciate it. Sometimes he got the awkwardness of people thinking he was sick despite never being healthier. "You didn't say anything wrong. Just—I'd want what you want, not what other people have wanted. You know?"

[subroutined]

Ash wasn't expecting to be rocked from beneath, but it's not an unpleasant feeling. The two of them set in motion, hips rolling together. Ash clenched again, working the internal mechanisms to stimulate Junior's cock in a way that a normal human lover could never do. Whereas when a human would tighten those muscles, they would contract all together as one, Ash had individual control over each section, able to trigger them in such a way as to increase pressure in waves.

Technically speaking, it was a subroutine that he had had requested of him before, which is strictly against what Junior just said. But what Ash wants is to give Junior pleasure, in the best way he knew how.

"Just..." he began, licking his bottom lip again, "...let me give you this."

[androit]

"Fuck," Junior said, almost a growl of genuine surprise and goodness rolling along him. He hadn't expected that, not one big, and let out a few shaky breaths as he let it echo through him. His own motions turned choppy for a moment and his grip tightened to something more firm.

He wasn't going to argue with Ash, didn't want to upset him or make it into a thing. This was good and he could only hope Ash agreed, felt similarly, or at least didn't feel like just an object Junior was using for this. It was a weird worry, especially considering their position, but he couldn't help it.

Panting a few more breaths, starting to press his hips up faster and harder, holding Ash down just a bit to make it deeper, he said, "You're amazing."

[subroutined]

He'd been called 'amazing' before. 'Brilliant,' 'wonderful,' 'a sex god.' People said a lot of things in the throes of ecstasy. But never had it felt like it meant anything until Junior said it just then. Ash observed in himself a feeling he didn't know how to qualify, had no reference point for, couldn't neatly categorize and file away. It was like a buzzing sensation of processing too much data too fast, without the fear of system failure.

His hands slid as he angled forward, moving from Junior's chest to his shoulders. "Kiss me," he offered. Command or request, he wasn't sure.

[androit]

Ash shifting got his attention to focus more sharply on the man in front of him, on top of him, encompassing him. His body was ringing out in distracting good all over, but this was even better. He moved his legs even closer to himself, bringing Ash's face nearer so he could move his hands to frame it. Without any sort of hesitation, he brought his lips to meet Ash and started deep and slow, a passion with a long wick that wouldn't burn out so soon.

[subroutined]

With their mouths firmly joined like their bodies, Ash began to pick up the pace, rocking faster and harder, arching his back to angle the cock inside him against his inner walls. He engaged his knees to pull off of Junior then slide back down onto him. Hopefully Junior's bed was well built, because he was setting up to put it through a workout.

[androit]

Well-built enough for this, that was certain. Junior pressed into the kiss and rocked in and out with Ash's increased movements, his breath coming in short gasps when he could, too entwined to even think of pulling away. Little noises started in his throat and his grip shifted, one hand trailing firmly down Ash's chest and just feel. He was close, he could tell, but there wasn't really time to say or do anything, give Ash the chance to disengage. Hopefully his increased fervor might give him a hint.

[subroutined]

Having had the experience Ash has had, and being as observant as he was, he knew how to read the signs of when someone was about to orgasm. Increases in pace, decreases in steadiness. Slight temperature fluctuations as blood flow rushed elsewhere. As soon as Ash recognized those signs in Junior, he had a split second decision to make.

His employers strictly forbid their clients to come inside of their synth lovers. Not for any risk of disease or impregnation, of course, but for cleanliness and anonymity purposes. Of course, as soon as he was returned Ash would be thoroughly disinfected before being put into stasis, but if any trace amounts of biological material were found inside his body cavity, he would be docked for it, and Junior would be discontinued as a customer.

Ash decided he didn't want to never see Junior again.

He pulled up, so that by the time Junior came, all of it would spill against their pressed-together skin.

[androit]

Junior's reasoning wasn't nearly so thorough, just respect and proper treatment even if he couldn't have made it as obvious as he would have liked. When Ash pulled away, he thrust one more time before it all came spilling out with a sharp, quiet cry. The kiss was put on hold, merely holding Ash close and letting it ride through his body in twitches and moans and short breaths.

Soon he began to wind down, shifting his head to lick and kiss along Ash's lips, hoping to continue a little while longer while the feeling still lingered. He was utterly content as he was no, no need for hurry or finishing up, just another moment between them still to share.

"Thank you," he murmured into the kiss. Mumbles and affirmations mixed into sounds he felt important enough to express. "So good."

[subroutined]

Ash kept rocking his hips slowly atop Junior, riding him through his orgasm. He released his own erection as discretely as he can, though with their bodies pressed together in such a way, it's likely obvious the moment he switched from erect to flaccid.

"Yeah," he agreed. "So good." He felt oddly accomplished in a way he never did after completing a contract. And almost sad that their time together had to end soon. Maybe they could stay like this for a bit longer, there was really no need to move...

[androit]

Noticing the abrupt difference, Junior merely smiled and laughed quietly, shifting his grip to carefully put them on their sides. A bit of a manhandler, really, but with every intention to stop if asked or he thought his partner didn't like it. Some people were into that; Junior just wanted to make sure everyone was comfortable. Now on their sides, he shifted to nuzzle along Ash's smooth face and sighed contentedly.

"Bet you say that to everyone," he teased, more than okay with the fact that there was an everyone. It didn't really matter. He just wanted a little more time before they would have to separate, before this had to end. He'd never really tell Justin just how good this was, but on the other hand, he definitely owed him a gigantic custom cake in thanks if he could find some way to give it discreetly.

[subroutined]

Really, Ash didn't mind being handled. He was so used to being told where to go and what to do; being guided there was a nice change, if anything. He held Junior close, reaching up to brush fingers through the hair on his chin as he ran through his memories.

"I don't think I have, actually," he answered honestly. "I don't think I've ever said those words to ...anyone before." He'd almost said 'to a client,' but there was a part of him that didn't want to acknowledge Junior as a client. Because Junior being a client meant that he was just like anyone else Ash had fucked, and that was categorically untrue.

[androit]

It felt good, and he was relaxing quickly. Turning into something of a weight where he wanted to just sink into the feeling and the company and whatever had really just happened. It was not typical at all but that would be boring.

"So..." Lips tugging upward, Junior couldn't help himself. Shy and meek and socially-awkward as he was, that didn't mean he was unaware of how to tease. Much to the contrary considering his best friend was one Felix Bakar. "I'm a first for you?"

[subroutined]

Ash chuckled, raising his light eyes to meet Junior's dark ones. He may be passive, and convinced he was more of a thing than a person, but he knew how to give as good as he got.

"You are. You've taken my 'so good' virginity."

[androit]

Eyes crinkling with his own smile, he grinned back. It was a good sign, anyway, that Ash could joke back and didn't seem too preoccupied with other obvious problems about engaging in a more playful manner.

"Glad to know I managed something," he said lightly. Most of the work had not been on him, after all.

[subroutined]

Not afraid to be a bit crass, Ash spared a glance down at the mess currently sticking the two of them together. "You managed a bit more than something."

He knew this can't last forever. He knew he'd have to get up, clean himself, redress, and leave eventually. The afternoon was bordering on evening, and he had a curfew.

But he didn't want it to end. Biting his lip, he avoided Junior's gaze, trying to think how to go about doing what he wanted to do. It wasn't strictly allowed, but there were workarounds to prevent anyone from finding out.

"What's your phone number?" he asked, suddenly and out of nowhere.

[androit]

There was a bit of a tilt to his head for the observation. Fair enough. He did do something, but giving Ash an actually new thing to experience, however small, seemed like the bigger accomplishment.

"Huh?" he said before his brain caught up with his mouth. His number? Like, for contacting him? "It's [ number ]. Is that not in profile, either?"

[subroutined]

Ash memorized the number immediately, comparing it to the one assigned to the contract. "Couldn't be sure if that was yours or Justin's." It can get tricky, when the order is for someone else.

All of a sudden, Junior's phone began to ring.

[androit]

Whatever number on file probably differed from the one Junior had given him. His official line was shared with the landline of the bakery, while he saved his cell number for friends. When his phone started to ring, he glanced over to his pants hanging just off the edge of the bed and groaned.

"Really?" he murmured. It didn't occur to him that sharing the number only a few moments ago could have anything to do with it. Almost laboriously, he started to pick himself up to grab and answer it.

[subroutined]

When he got up to answer the phone, he'd hear Ash's voice coming from the speaker, saying, "Now you have my number." There's no echo, as the Ash on the bed didn't speak.

Realizing this might be seen as odd, suddenly, Ash sat up on the bed, saying (without echoing it through the phone), "Sorry, is that alright? I should've asked..." It's just that he wanted to stay in touch with Junior after this was done, and while synths were provided with personal IP addresses, they weren't technically supposed to use them on company time.

[androit]

Having sat himself on the edge of the bed, Junior answered pretty perfunctorily. Hearing Ash's voice, he whipped his head around to stare at the absence of echo. "What..."

He shook his head a bit and pulled his phone away so he could look at both it and Ash at the same time. Right. Synthetics were originally computer programs uploaded into bodies, two pieces put together to make a whole rather than intrinsically connected. At least, that was how Junior understood.

"That's weird," he said with a light smile. "But it's fine. Kind of cool, if not something I might have to get used to. What is this number... calling?"

[subroutined]

Relieved he hadn't overstepped his bounds, Ash's lips pulled up into a tentative smile as well. "That's me," he answered, then, realizing he probably ought to clarify, continued, "That's my IP address. A direct connection to the cloud server that houses my personality and memories. You can text it too, if you like."

There was still a part of Ash that remembered how Martha had liked him better as just a voice, how seeing him inhabit the Real Ash's copied body had been what had made her turn away, made her stop loving him. He hoped it wouldn't be the same with Junior— NOT THAT... Junior loved him... or anything. But he'd heard the phrase "uncanny valley" one too many times not to be a little gun shy.

[androit]

"Huh," said Junior, looking down at the phone in his hand. It wasn't anything special itself but the fact that he could call an IP address and receive what he considered to be a real person... Well, that in itself was pretty cool. It seemed pretty fool-proof of a way to initiate contact without having to rehire Ash in his opinion.

Not that he was theoretically against that idea, either. It just seemed like there had to be a way to meet in the middle without necessitating Ash have sex with someone.

"I'll call you sometime," he added once his thoughts had reorganized a bit. "Or you can call me."

[subroutined]

"I'd like that." For the record, he'd liked having sex with Junior, too. But just talking would be nice as well. He slid himself to the end of the bed, kissing Junior before standing and heading to the bathroom to find a washcloth to clean themselves off with.

Over his shoulder, he said, "If I ever don't answer, it's because I'm working, or I'm in stasis or something." He brought the now damp washcloth back into the bedroom and knelt in front of Junior to begin wiping him clean. "But I promise I'll call you back."

[androit]

The quick kiss while he was on his way out surprised Junior and he didn't have much time to react, but it left him with a smile while he watched what Ash was doing from his spot. "What do you mean, stasis?" he asked, shifting and kind of awkwardly letting one hand hover near Ash's as if to do it himself even if he wasn't sure he should. It was nice, but odd, and he didn't want to make a wrong move now at the end.

Stasis didn't sound like the best thing, although he allowed himself to be mollified by the promise of being called back. There had to be complications and gray areas involved in work like this with employees such as Ash. He somehow found himself doubting they were even called anything so privileged. He wanted to know what sort of life Ash was being given no matter it might make him angry at the treatment. It wouldn't be right to just close his eyes because he could.