Chapter Two; Calesco
Calesco. Verb. 1. Be heated. 2. Be inspired. 3. Become inflamed with lust. 4. Become hot.
When Data went back to Geordi's quarters to check on the engineer's condition, he was surprised to find him sitting at his personal terminal.
"Hey Data, sit down, I'll be with you in a moment." Data did as he was bidden as Geordi finished the report.
"It appears that you are feeling better." Data remarked. Geordi smiled and tapped the screen decisively.
"Done! Yeah, much better. Hey, thanks for taking care of me. Listen, I... I want to apologize for last night, I acted like an ass..." Geordi joined the android on the couch, trying to be casual.
"It is quite all right. You were not in control of your actions." Data looked pointedly at Geordi, who squirmed under the scrutiny of the android's lambent eyes.
"Look... this isn't easy for me. I feel really awkward about what happened, and I know I put you in a tough situation. Honestly, I've never considered anything like this before, and I'm... kinda freaked out. I'm not sure I know what I want to do now."
Data quirked his head and pondered for a moment.
"It would seem to me," He replied after a pause, "that there are two logical courses of action that could be taken. We could remain friends, and blame our recent... indiscretions... on our respective intoxications. This would seem to be statistically the most likely course of action for maintaining a healthy and harmonious friendship and working environment."
"Yeah, you're probably right." It was the right decision, Geordi knew. He had run through a dozen different ways that he could tell Data that it was impossible, that it wasn't going to work, to let him down gently. So why, when it was Data saying it, did it seem so unfair?
"Our second option is to continue to explore this new facet of our relationship with each other, and try to ascertain whether entering into a more formal romantic rapport would be mutually beneficial. This does of course carry the potential risk of eventual disappointment upon discovery of incompatibility, and may ultimately cause friction in our professional relationship."
Geordi was silent for a long moment, hands clasped in his lap, looking down at his interlaced fingers. He took a deep breath and blew it through his nose before looking at the android sat next to him, spine ramrod straight, hands flat-palmed on knees.
"What do you want to do?" Geordi asked.
"I want very much to kiss you again."
Geordi ran his hand through his hair. "I... I just don't think it's a good idea for us to get involved with each other like that. I suck at relationships, you're brand new to all of this... this whole situation has 'disaster' written all over it!"
"Last night..." Geordi made to interrupt, but Data held up his hand to stop him. "Last night," he continued, "you stated that you did not feel that you wanted a formal romantic relationship, that you wanted something casual, and perhaps temporary. You said you wanted to 'fool around', and to 'see where this goes'." Data tilted his chin up. "I am willing to attempt this."
Geordi looked at him then, as if seeing him for the first time. He took a moment to bask in the glow emanating from this wondrous being next to him, soaking up the shape of him, the proud set of his jaw and the look of determination in his golden eyes. The android's hands were still on his knees but he was gripping them fiercely, as if frightened of what he may do if he moved.
Geordi had fantasised about this moment, had pictured time and time again what he would do if the object of his desires laid himself before him and said 'take me, I am yours', but now that it was happening he found himself frozen. His heart was thundering in his chest so hard that it almost hurt to breathe, and he was all too aware of the heat spreading through his body. He couldn't do it, not with Data, it was a terrible idea. This was his best friend, damn it, he had tried so hard to stop thinking about him this way, and it was terrifying and wonderful to find these feelings reciprocated.
Data reached out and took his hand, and it was like a bolt of electricity down Geordi's spine when the android lifted it to his mouth and brushed his soft pale gold lips over the knuckles. And then Data was pulling him, gently, so gently, and he was falling towards him and that shimmering skin and the golden glow and the faint scent of warm machinery that always made Geordi's heart skip.
Their lips met, closed-mouthed and chaste, and Geordi was astonished by the pliant softness of the android's skin, the blush of warmth suffusing the mobile mouth that met his. His hand crept to Data's shoulder and the android responded in kind, drawing him nearer to deepen the kiss. Geordi put his hand to the back of Data's neck, the supple bioplast stippled with tiny hairs that made the android tremble as he brushed them. Data gasped as Geordi raked his fingers through the android's dark hair, and Geordi growled in pleasure when Data's hand slid under his shirt and around his waist. He slipped his tongue past Data's teeth and the android gave a sharp moan as the hot wetness slid into his mouth. His fingers clenched on Geordi's skin and the man pressed closer, their thighs side by side, chests almost touching. Geordi's hands pushed up the front of Data's shirt to caress his sculpted pectoral muscles, palms rubbing the delicately fashioned nipples. The android shuddered, sensory information flowing through the new chip and into his mind and flooding him with desires so intense that he was dizzied. He had wondered in the past why humans were so fixated on the sex act but now, as Geordi's tongue raked the roof of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure burning through him, he began to understand. Unbidden, his sexuality program surged into life and took over, sweeping conscious thought aside and taking control of his movements. He sucked Geordi's lower lip into his mouth and teased the soft flesh with his teeth as his body responded to the alterations in neural pathways and re-routed circuitry. His breathing deepened, his pulse raced, and his fingers combed through Geordi's tightly curled hair. He was aware of an urgent aching between his legs, the jut of his desire prominent and pleading. He broke away from Geordi's mouth to fasten his lips around the man's neck, licking and nuzzling the velvet skin, tasting his salt sweat and his heat. Geordi's fingers dug into his chest and it was so good, it was so good, and he wanted, needed more.
Geordi drew a shuddering breath as Data's tongue laved the line of his throat. The heat of his desire was insistent, his lust evident through the fitted uniform, but sitting side by side was not going to alleviate his desperate need for more contact, more friction. He was about to move when Data swung one leg over him and straddled his lap, his weight held carefully so as not to harm his fragile human almost-lover. The android pressed their bodies together and began to grind against him, their mouths exploring cheek, neck, temple. Geordi's hands slid up under Data's uniform to caress his back, and the android moaned and arched his spine like a cat, his own pale hands working on the fastenings of Geordi's uniform.
"Data..." Geordi managed to breathe. "I've never... I don't know..."
"I am programmed... please, trust me." The android murmured, lips brushing his ear.
"I don't think I want to, you know... go all the way... not now. Not yet." He had never felt another man's hardness against his own, and it was undeniably erotic, but intimidating in its unfamiliarity. He gritted his teeth and moaned as Data rocked his hips, the android's longing shining in his eyes.
"Please, Geordi, please, now... more." Data whispered, and a wave of lust swept through Geordi's body, leaving him gasping in its wake. "Bed." He growled and Data stood, and the sudden lack of contact made him moan in disappointment. The android was offering his hand, beckoning, and Geordi went with him, surrendering to his carnal instincts and grappling with the android's clothing as their lips clashed and their bodies met and parted on their way to fall onto the bed. Data stripped off Geordi's top and, while Geordi unfastened the android's jacket, began to kiss his way down the dark skin of his chest. He threw his top aside and drew one of the man's nipples into his mouth, worrying the bud between his teeth as Geordi moaned and squirmed. He licked down the soft skin of his stomach, and drew off the bottom half of Geordi's clothing in one swift movement, leaving him naked, shocked and trembling with need.
Data put his hands under Geordi's hips and drew him to the end of the bed, to kneel down between the man's legs. Geordi gazed down in wonder at this glowing being, this mechanical marvel. His mind was on fire, his body aching, and here was Data kneeling before him, practically immortal, virtually indestructible, and prepared to worship his frail human flesh with his mouth.
Data had never felt such an exquisite combination of sensations before. His mind whirled and danced with the joy of it all, and he soaked up and bathed in the information he was collecting; the thickness of the subcutaneous fat layer over the human's firm abdominal muscles, the elasticity of his silky skin, the musky smell that was all him. Data made a conscious decision not to perform an analytical chemical breakdown of the scent, and simply filed it away as Geordi as his hands kneaded the man's firm thighs and his trembling lips met the tip of his lover's desire. Somewhere above and beyond him Geordi gasped, and Data had never been so glad to have a separate subroutine for his sexual behaviour, it was like instinct, his body was doing things by itself and it was a wondrous feeling to allow his sexuality programming to do what it wanted as his mind spiralled away into ecstasy and his hand found his own need. He gripped himself as he slid his mouth down and over Geordi's heated flesh, and the man's hands tangled in his hair. He closed his golden eyes and tasted the liquid that had beaded from the slit, bitter and salt and so human and musk filled his nostrils as he pressed himself down and swallowed his lover into his throat. Geordi cried out then, and Data began to experiment, alternating his techniques to find were to lick to make Geordi gasp, how hard to suck to illicit a groan, where to press his tongue to make the man's fingers clench in his hair. He looked up Geordi's body to watch his face, observed the glistening sweat on his chest, and Data thought that never before had he laid his hands on such a magnificent instrument, and no symphony could ever compare to the sounds made as he played this man with all his pre-programmed skill. He wallowed in these new sensations, in the depths of his desire as he indulged in his own pleasure for the first time, his whole being centred around this hot lust coursing through his neural net and the twin pillars of desire, his and the one belonging to the object of his affections, who was writhing with pleasure and gasping his name. Geordi's hips bucked and his cock throbbed in Data's mouth and he slid his hand faster over himself, the heat of his need in him like a coiled spring. He had no idea what to expect when his desire peaked, but he could feel something tight inside him, and any moment it would release and he felt that he might fly apart at the seams, and he drove his lover's cock deep down his throat and swallowed.
Geordi's throat was raw from his cries, his body slick with sweat, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. His hands left Data's hair to grip the sheets as his hips bucked, and another shout ripped through him as the android's throat closed around him and pulled, drawing him deeper and further with each convulsive throb. Data's clever mouth and strong mobile tongue lashed him with pleasure, and when at last he felt he couldn't take any more, he gasped Data's name in warning. Two golden eyes looked up at him, and then those lips dove down once, twice, and then the tip of his cock was being pressed into the roof of the android's mouth by his tongue, before being drawn once more into the hot, tight wetness of his throat. Geordi's world narrowed to that focal point and he convulsed as his orgasm ripped through him, his aching hardness jerking as he released himself into the android's throat with a cry. His whole body aligned in tension like a bowstring, and his mind blazed with exquisite pleasure so intense it was almost pain. He thrust himself up and into that magnificent feeling, pressing himself forward, chasing the tail end of the kaleidoscope of desire that had opened in his mind. As his ecstasy drained away he breathed his lover's name over and over, and felt his softening shaft leave that wonderful warm-wet mouth as Data gasped. Geordi raised his head to look down at the android, who was gazing up at him. Data's eyes were wide, his pupils so dilated that the golden irises were mere halos around the black depths.
There was something happening to him, and he had no control over it. It was a surging riptide of sensation that dragged and battered at him, and it was pleasure and aching lust and hot need and so good so good and he couldn't stop and then it was too much and overwhelming superheated sparks exploding in his mind and that coiled spring didn't unwind it shattered and he was floating and falling and it was so good and he was terrified that he wouldn't be able to come back and he didn't ever want to come back and then he was nothing
"Data?" Geordi croaked, his voice husky and lust-strained.
Data whimpered, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he collapsed bonelessly to the floor.
"Data!" Geordi slid off the bed and stumbled to the fallen android. He felt strangely detached and hazy in the wake of his climax, but seeing Data lying in a heap on the floor staring open-mouthed at nothing bought Geordi back to himself faster than a bucket of ice water to the face. He crouched over the android, touched his face, called his name again.
Data shuddered, a convulsive spasm that wracked his body from head to toes. He drew a deep shuddering breath, and his pupils constricted and then focused on Geordi's anxious face.
"Oh..." The android breathed. "... Oh Geordi..."
"Come on, let's get you on the bed. You okay? What happened?" Geordi slung one of Data's arms around his shoulder and helped him up. The android seemed almost limp, could barely get his feet under himself. He flopped back onto the bed, breathing harsh and limbs twitching. Geordi watched him fearfully.
"Data, come on, talk to me! What's wrong?" He drew a sheet up over the two of them, suddenly conscious of their nakedness. Data's mouth opened again in a trembling sigh. He looked up at his lover, hovering over him nervously. The android reached up to caress the man's flushed cheek and stopped to watch the slow trickle of shimmering gold that was running down his pale wrist.
"Wh.. what is that? Data, what happened?" Geordi's visor was showing him a view of Data he had never seen before, the core of the android's body shining white as his processors overclocked in a bid to analyse the situation. The engineer could hear the whine of the machinery struggling. Data was no longer gasping, but his chest heaved as he gulped air to to cool his internal workings. The android dropped his hand and smiled.
"I... I believe that I overloaded and shut down temporarily as a reaction to the massive amount of sensory information that I was attempting to process."
"And... you're smiling? You're happy about that?"
"Geordi, I never wanted it to end."