Jims bar was packed. Everyone in town turned out to see the president give a speech about the newest development with android rights. Me and Connor were in a booth to the side. I wanted to be able to watch his face while he listened. This was a big moment for him and all androids alike. He sat perfectly still in front of me with his hands folded into his lap. His eyes were distant, looking past me.
"You alright, Con?"
Those perfect brown eyes focused on me and he gave me an unconvincing smile.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You look distracted."
"Just feeling those nerves again." He said, giving a shaky laugh.
"Hey," I said, reaching before I could think about it, putting my hand on his cheek. "No matter what is said tonight, you'll be fine. I won't let anything happen to you."
He smiled and leaned into my touch. To hell with what everyone else thought about it. The only thing I wanted was Connor and I was so tired of denying myself these little comforts. Like reaching across the small booth and touching him, brushing that signature curl out of his face when it fell. I could give a fuck less about the odd looks I was getting. I brushed my thumb along his cheek before releasing him.
"I'm going to grab a beer."
He nodded and I slipped out of the booth. I made my way up to the bar and leaned on my elbows.
"What can I get you Hank?" Jim called to me.
"A beer, you know what kind."
Jim nodded and turned away. As I waited for him I overheard the two men beside me talking.
"I hope the president takes back the cease fire and gets these deviants out of here once and for all. They give me the fuckin' creeps."
"Yeah man, I don't feel safe anymore with those things walking around. Machines having free will? It's just not right."
My stomach instantly burned in anger. How can they say things like that? Have they even tried to get to know an android? Or do they think they are just our slaves. Fucking ignorant bastards.
"Jim should have never started letting those things come into this bar."
"I know, can't even feel safe in here anymore."
I couldn't tell if my anger was strictly because of their words, or if it was because not too long ago, I was them. Ignorant and unwilling to learn. But what these pricks didn't know is that Connor would jump in front of a goddamn bullet for them. That's just who he was. Protective, loving, caring, and not asking for anything in return. Not that these assholes would ever take the chance to get to know him. I straightened up taking a step in their direction. The anger crawled under my skin like it was alive. I planned on teaching these pricks a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.
"Hey!-"
"Hank, did you get your beer?"
Connor was suddenly behind me, tugging at my elbow and turning me around. I looked from his hand that was wrapped around my arm, to his face, my eyebrows knit together.
"What are you doing?"
"Stopping you from making a bad decision. It seems to be what I'm always doing lately."
Had I not been so pissed, his sass would have made me laugh.
"Yeah, but you don't know what they were saying."
"Yes I do. You would be surprised at the things I can hear that you cannot."
Was there anything he couldn't do better than me? Not that I am complaining necessarily. Watching him excel at literally everything was a fucking turn on to say the least.
"Then why are you stopping me?"
"Because it's not worth it."
I looked at him like he had grown another head.
"You are worth it."
Even I was surprised at the venom behind my voice. This world didn't fucking deserve Connor. His face softened and he smiled at me.
"Hank, fighting with them won't do us androids any good. It would only give them a reason to hate us more."
I wanted to fight him on this. I wanted to tell him to demand the respect he so greatly deserved. But the way he was looking at me, smiling at me, it made me not want to fight any more. Connor was too good for this world. I sighed and turned back to the bar. I grabbed my beer and Connors hand that was dangling at his side, then walked back to the booth. I could feel Connor stiffen at my touch and see the sideways glances I was receiving out of the corner of my eye. Fuck what they thought. I didn't care anymore. We slid back into the booth and Connors eyes searched my face.
"What?" I asked a little too harsh before downing a huge drink of beer.
"Thank you."
I shifted in my seat.
"I want to defend you. You deserve to be respected. You have feelings too..."
I could feel a heat crawling up my neck. Connor reached over and laid his perfect hand over top of my old, scarred one.
"Part of having feelings is also getting them hurt form time to time. We can't have good times without bad times as well. I know that. It's all part of being alive."
I couldn't peal my eyes away from him. He was fucking beautiful. White button up with the top few buttons undone, black slacks with a leather belt, no jacket no tie. His hair was a little messier than he normally wore it. The way his brown eyes burned with emotions had me breathless. His head slightly tilted and his mouth pulled up in a caring smile. He was so fucking perfect.
I swallowed hard and twisted my hand, intertwining my fingers with his. I watched his eyes slide from my face, to our interlocked hands. My public displays of affections were catching him off guard tonight. It was understandable, considering I don't normally do this sort of thing in public. Did he think that he was just some secret I kept at home, fucking with him only when I wanted to? Did he think I was ashamed of my relationship with him? Fuck, was this even a relationship? Did he want it to be? There were still so many unanswered questions between us. So many unsaid truths. That was probably mostly my fault I guess.
The presidents voice over the TV broke through my thoughts. We both turned our attention to it.
"My fellow Americans today is a big day for humans and androids alike. Today is the day that congress has finally reached a decision on android rights. Taking everything we have learned over the last few months into consideration, we have decided to grant androids equal rights. They will stand beside us as united Americans. They will have the right to vote and to run for office. They will have the right to own land and right to employment with pay. No more free labor."
With every word that came from her mouth, Connors grip on my hand grew tighter and tighter.
"Android crimes will be tried and punished just the same as human crimes are. There will be no more segregation. There will be no more tolerance for hate against androids. We are one nation, humans and androids alike. United we stand, divided we fall. Down will go the wall between man and machine. Documents are still being written up, but this is a day that will go down in history. May god bless you, and may God bless the United States of America."
"Hell yeah!" I yelled pumping my fist into the air.
The bar was filled with cheers and hollers of excitement. Sure there were some people who sat quietly, disapproving looks etched on their faces, but you can't win over everyone and change takes time.
"So Connor, How does it feel to be-?"
My throat got tight when I turned to face him. His face was wet, His eyes were blurry, and his shoulders shook.
"Oh Connor." I breathed.
"I'm... free..."
He was crying. Sobbing. Tears falling down his face like heavy raindrops. It absolutely broke my heart.
I moved without thinking, standing and gripping his shoulders. I pulled him against me awkwardly over the table between us and crashed my lips against his. The tears falling down his face stained my cheeks and I could taste them on my lips. They weren't salty like normal tears, they had a dull silicone taste to them. I opened my eyes to peek at him. His eyes were wide and his led was blinking red. Fuck, I loved him. I cupped his slick cheeks and pressed my mouth over his firmer, molding my lips to his hoping to convey my heart without words. He kissed me back slowly and shyly at first. I felt him tangle his hands in my coat and pull me harder against him. Then the kiss turned desperate, as if he was begging me to save him from this emotion that he didn't understand. I wonder if he could feel it, all the love I had for him. How much I would sacrifice for him. I pulled myself away from him and was suddenly aware that the bar was silent. I swallowed thickly before scanning my surroundings.
Suddenly the bar erupted into a cry of cheers. People throwing their fists into the air, clapping, celebrating the kiss I just shared with Connor like it was some kind of symbol of testament to the president's speech. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and felt the heat rising into my face. Connor placed his hand over his mouth and his shoulders shook. I readied myself to shield him from prying eyes and pull him through the bar, thinking he was crying again. But when I got a better look at him I saw the crinkles in corner of his eyes and the smile lines around his mouth. He was laughing. I couldn't believe it. Connor was laughing. His eyes found mine and my heart rate spiked. A laugh erupted from my mouth as well. Soon we were both laughing openly as the bar cheered for us, for android and humans, finally one and the same. This was a night I would never forget. A feeling that I knew would never leave me, now forever engraved into my memory. This was the night Connor gained his freedom.
We were finally home. I tossed my keys in the basket on the table next to the door and bent down to pet sumo. He lazily paddled his way over to us when we opened the door.
"Who's a good boy sumo?" I coed, scratching behind his big floppy ears.
I had drunk quite a bit, celebrating Connors biggest night to date, but I wasn't near drunk. The alcohol tolerance I had built up over the years was impeccable. I stood, stretching my back before shedding my coat. I noticed Connor wasn't around. It wasn't like him to go to bed without saying a word. But tonight had been a big night for him, maybe he just needed to be alone. I shrugged and began popping open the buttons to my shirt as I walked down the hallway, ready to get undressed and get into bed. I stopped suddenly when I turned into my room.
There stood Connor, leaned with one hand against my doorway, white shirt half unbuttoned, hair disheveled, and looking at me with one of the most intense gazes I have seen in a long fucking time.
"Connor?"
He straightened and licked his lips, taking one step towards me.
"Hank."
I knit my eyebrows together at him.
"What's up?"
He gave a small shrug, his melting stare never leaving mine.
"I wanted to celebrate."
He didn't need to elaborate. Judging by how quick I got hard, I knew what he was getting at. A small smirk spread across my face.
"That so?" I took a few hard steps towards him. "And how can I help?"
The corner of his mouth pulled up, his stare still dark. It made him look almost... wicked.
"You could start by letting me take that shirt off for you."
He placed his hands over mine and slid them off of the buttons. I let them fall to my sides as he worked them open one by one. He slid the shirt from my arms and gently tossed it to the side.
"Now," I said closing the gap between us till there was just barely enough room for my hands. "Let me return the favor."
Connor quirked an eyebrow at me, but dropped his hands to the side none the less, allowing me to pop open the buttons on his shirt as well. My eyes slid to my hands. I watched as every pearly button gave way and more of Connors perfect pale skin was exposed. God I loved the way he felt under my hands. Something about these quiet moments with him was calming. Healing almost. I felt like I hated myself less and less with each passing day. Once I ridded him of the shirt, I ran my hands up his arms and over his shoulders. He was a fucking angel. He watched me watch him and I felt his stare like a fucking bolder on my chest. A constant heavy weight as I trailed my fingertips down his abdomen and over the small curve of his toned tummy.
"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"
Connors eyes widened a little, the devilish glint to them being replaced by something softer. I unlatched his belt and pulled down his zipper, opening the flaps of his pants, marveling at the smooth skin underneath.
"Connor, you know you are more to me than just some hidden pleasure I keep secret from the world... right?"
He pressed his lips together as he decided what he wanted to say.
"I told you before. I'll be whatever you want me to be. Anything you want me to be. Any way I can have you... I'll take it."
"How do you want to have me Connor?"
"Right now?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Right now I want you in your bed, naked."
I smirked and tilted his chin upwards.
"Not right now, smart ass, In general. What do you want Connor?"
He swallowed hard and placed his hands against my chest.
"I want you Hank. All of you. All the time. I don't know how else to describe it, but I know that I want you."
I nodded, keeping my composure as I rolled that around, trying to ignore the way it made my heart flutter.
"So you... what? Want to be my boyfriend or something?"
Connor blinked a few times and tilted his head.
"I understand that you might have some reservations against this sort of thing."
I pressed a quick kiss to his mouth.
"I want that too Connor. Fuck I want it so much. You shouldn't be something I keep hidden, only taken out when I want something from you. You deserve to be paraded around town with a fucking crown on your head for Christ sakes. You deserve the world Connor."
Connor shook his head and laced his arms around my neck.
"I don't want the world hank. I just want you."
I wasn't sure if he realized just how fucking hard those words hit home. I knew I couldn't give him the world. Hell I was an old man who had already drunk his self half to death and has a fucking ridiculous amount of baggage hanging around his neck. And Connor was the picture of grace and innocence and perfection and everything that is good in this world. But if all he wanted was me, then fuck he could have me.
I kissed him once again, my hands sliding to his hips, pushing his pants down his athletic legs. His mouth was lapping hungrily at mine, his tongue pushing past my lips like it always did. He was always so eager when it came to kissing me, a fucking expert by now.
"You better have those pleasure sensors on." I mumbled against his lips.
"Of course."
I smirked and pushed him hard enough to make him fall against my bed. His eyes widened when he looked up at me. My hands slid to the latch on my pants. Connors stare was intense. He watched every move I made. I slipped my pants off and something about the way he was looking at me made me feel... sexy. Hell I knew I was far from it, but in his eyes, maybe that's exactly what I was. I crawled over top of him and slipped my arm around his waist, tugging him upwards a little so he was in the center of the mattress with me.
"I can't believe this is the first time I'm seeing you completely naked."
Connor licked his lips, pulling his knees up a little, teasing me by parting them.
"And do you like it, Hank?"
"Abso-fucking-lutly."
I slid myself between his legs and ran my hands up his thighs. My dick was so hard just looking at him sprawled out in front of me. Mine for the taking. And I planned on doing a lot of taking. I shifted my body overtop of his and trailed my fingers along every inch of his perfect skin. My hands danced along the thin shape of his abdomen. He didn't have a defined six pack, but he defiantly had a toned stomach. Built to out run anything. I traveled up further, brushing the back of my hand along his chest, up towards his shoulder, then back down his arm.
Connors breath came in heavy huffs. I brought my mouth down to his and kissed him slowly, taking my time and prying his sweet lips apart. The moment his intoxicating taste filled my mouth I groaned.
"Amazing..."
Connor shifted underneath me.
"Hank... please..."
I quickly obliged, biting his bottom lip while my hands slid back down his body. I cupped a hand around his naked crotch and pressed. Connor arched and moaned into my mouth. Something in me came to life as he squirmed beneath me.
"You like that, Connor?"
"Yes." He whined against my lips.
I pressed my middle finger harder against him and ran it down him again, slipping it underneath him and pushing it between the curves of his soft ass cheeks. He gasped and tangled his hands in my grey hair. I flicked my tongue against his bottom lip, withdrawing my finger and pressing my full hand against his pelvis. He shuttered. I heard the faint click of a compartment opening. I pulled my mouth from his and looked down. Right around where his happy trail would be (if he had one) the skin was gone, revealing his plastic body, and a square compartment had opened. I could see some wires connecting, running vertically through his body, illuminated by a soft blue light and coated with thirium.
"Oh fuck, sorry Connor."
Connor looked down as well, blinking a few times, but he made no move to close it. After a few long moments I raised my eyebrow at him.
"It feels… kind of good." He admitted shyly.
"Really?"
He bit his lip and nodded. I swallowed hard and surveyed the opening again. It was just big enough to fit my hand in, but not very deep. Too many wires running to and fro to even think about putting my dick in. Cautiously I ran my fingertip around the edges of it. Connor stiffened and his breath caught. His eyes were wide and full of lust. I curled my finger around over the ledge and circled the opening once more. This time he moaned, his back arching slightly.
I was in uncharted waters here, in way over my head, but I wanted to hear more of those throaty moans of his. So I continued to explore this new part of him.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
I nodded and slipped two fingers inside, brushing them along a thick wire directly in the center. Again another beautiful moan escaped him. His head fell back and his eyes slid shut. My dick was dripping, pressing against his thigh. I resisted the urge to grind against it. I took the wire between my fingers and stroked it slowly. Connor shook, breathing hard as his body rocked with my movements.
"Oh Hank…"
I leaned forward and latched my lips around his right nipple sucking gently while I stroked him. My fingers were slick, coated with the sticky substance that was his thirium. I bit his nipple softly before trailing hot, hungry kisses up his chest, settling to suck a spot right beneath his jaw. My other hands joined the first one, dipping just inside the opening and pushing carefully along his walls. I applied a little more pressure to the wire and started to speed up my movements.
Connor groaned hotly in my ear, his hands knotted in my hair, tugging almost painfully at my scalp. His breath was quick and his body quivered.
"Oh god, Hank. Yes! It feels so good."
Watching Connor come undone was surreal. It was something I would never get tired of. This million dollar piece of machinery, made to incapacitate the best of criminals, stronger and quicker and better than anyone on this earth, trembling and shaking underneath me. Mouth open, moaning out obscene things as my fingers brought him to an orgasm.
"Cum for me gorgeous." I purred against his skin.
And he fucking did.
His eyes flew open and his body arched high off the bed. He yelled as he came. His limbs shaking then going stiff as pleasure over took him. He whined and moaned and squirmed as he rode it out. My eyes never left his face. How can someone doing something so absolutely filthy still look like a goddamn angel?
After a few long moments he relaxed back into the mattress, his chest heaving. A smile crept its way onto my face as I leaned down to capture his mouth with mine.
"That was fucking beautiful."
"It felt… amazing."
"Looked amazing too."
I glanced back down to his open panel.
"Everything still running okay?"
Connor smiled and nodded, reaching down and pushing the opening in his body closed with a soft click.
"Cool," I purred as I kissed his jaw. "We learned a new trick."
Connor chuckled and slipped his hands around my neck as he guided my mouth to his. I turned and laid back against the bed, pulling him with me.
"Sleep with me?"
Connor blinked at me.
"You want me to?"
I made a show of rolling my eyes.
"I asked you to didn't I?"
His perfectly crafted mouth pulled up.
"I'd love to."
"Good." I said as I pushed the covers down to slide beneath them.
I was about to settle into a comfortable position for the night, when I felt Connors thin fingers wrap around my cock.
"Connor, "I said, grabbing his wrist. "You don't owe me anything. Tonight was your night. We're celebrating you."
He seemed to think about this for a moment, his LED blinking yellow before returning blue.
"If it's my night then I should get to do that I want."
A smirk pulled my lips up.
"Yeah."
He pushed himself up so he could kiss me, then he trailed his lip to my ear.
"I want to feel your cock in my mouth."
My dick twitched hard in his hand.
"Christ Connor, keep talking like that and I'll cum in your hand."
He smiled.
"No, I want to taste it."
I groaned as he slipped his way between my legs, disappearing completely beneath the covers.
Fuck. This boy was going to be the death of me.
