Hey guys, so... I saw an amazing fanart the other day that was Connor masturbating in the back of a car (link below), and I wanted to write something for it, so when I finally had an idea to work with, it somehow turned into an 11k fic, which I literally couldn't write fast enough :P
I'm not a tech head or anything, so I just wrote what I wanted to write...hopefully it all makes sense to you guys.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this fic, let me know if you do, much love xox
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It had been several months since the peaceful revolution, and finally Cyberlife was sending out free updates to all androids in order to help them adjust to the new emotions that they were able to feel. Each model line needed it's own update, which was why it had taken them so long to roll out the updates – or so Cyberlife claimed.
Given that the RK line was one of the most important model lines, they were the first to receive their updates. Connor was hopeful that the update would help to ease the intense feelings that he'd been having of late.
The RK800 had moved in with Lieutenant Anderson once things had begun to settle after the revolution, and androids were given rights. Both of them had fought for Connor to keep his job at the precinct with Hank, and had surprisingly won. It seemed that the government wanted teams who would be able to respond to any android cases, and what better team than Hank and Connor?
The RK900 known as Nines, also joined them at the precinct and was assigned to Detective Reed, who was…displeased, to put it nicely. He was even more displeased to find out that just the four of them would be the android response team at the precinct. He almost asked for a transfer, almost, but after working a few cases with Nines, Gavin had settled into the role - and the banter - with his android partner who was more witty than his human counterpart could ever hope to be.
Things had been going well for all of them, Connor was happy living and working with the Lieutenant, and the former with Sumo. However, soon after they had all established their new lives, Connor found that at times he would feel a particular emotion more than he had experienced it before. He even started to feel things that he hadn't felt before, and didn't know how to describe them in the beginning.
At first Connor had just assumed that he was still adjusting to being alive, but then he found the feelings intensifying gradually, and they seemed to be mostly triggered by the presence or thought of Hank. He had gone to Markus for help, because if he was right about what he was feeling…he couldn't go to the Lieutenant, and Nines would make fun of him for sure, so Markus.
Markus had listened to Connor, not interrupting, only nodding in places to show acknowledgement and understanding. When the RK800 had finished, Markus had a knowing grin on his face.
"So, are you going to tell him?" he'd asked.
"Tell him what?"
"That you're in love with him…" Markus clarified.
Connor had cursed, deep down he'd already known that what he felt for Hank was love – and also lust, which was newer, and far more obvious to identify – but he'd hoped that he was wrong. Not because he had a problem with being in love, or with loving Hank – that incredible man needed to be loved – but because he knew that it would always be unrequited, he would always have to keep it from the Lieutenant. There was no way that Hank could or would feel the same, they were friends and colleagues, but Connor knew they would never be more.
Markus had reminded Connor that Hank had surprised him before; he'd gone from despising androids to befriending them and fighting for them. Connor thought that Markus had a point, but he also had several reasons to doubt that it could happen. And so Connor had decided not to tell Hank, or anyone else for that matter, he wasn't sure if Hank would still want him around if he knew.
Unfortunately for Connor, his feelings only grew, love and lust alike. Sometimes it became difficult to focus on tasks or conversations, especially at home. More than once he'd gotten distracted cataloguing every feature of Hank's face, or wondering exactly how Hank's lips would feel against his own, how he would taste when Connor's tongue explored his mouth. The worst was when the first heat waves of summer had hit and in an effort to stay cool, Hank had become a couch potato. That would have been fine, had he not taken to only wearing a pair of old footy shorts that let Connor know exactly what he was missing out on. The sweat had dripped down his neck, and Connor had longed to lick the droplets from his skin. On many occasions Connor had needed to find privacy to relieve himself of the unbidden erection he couldn't seem to make go away otherwise.
While he had no desire to be anywhere else, the intense feelings could be overwhelming at times, and Connor hoped that the update would at least help to take the edge off.
Connor downloaded the update as soon as it became available to him, but waited until after Hank went to bed that night to install it as he had to do a full system reboot that could take a couple of hours – it was a big update.
Connor opened his eyes, glancing around at his surroundings, he noticed the faint light coming in the living room window and realised that he had been updating far longer than he'd thought. Doing a quick systems check he deemed that everything was in order after the reboot and update.
He got up and began his morning routine of taking Sumo for a short walk, before returning to the house to feed the Saint Bernard, and then make Hank his first coffee of the day and a small breakfast. Hank had told Connor on numerous occasions that he didn't need to make Hank breakfast every morning, but the android enjoyed looking after his partner and making sure he ate something that wasn't covered in grease at least once a day.
That day was like no other, it brought him joy to cook for the Lieutenant, and Hank, between sipping his coffee and reading the morning headlines, had even commented that Connor was rather chipper that morning. Connor realised he was in high spirits, he wondered if it was positivity about the update working, or if it just was the update working. Either way, nothing seemed off, general cheerfulness wasn't anything to be concerned about.
When Hank thanked him for breakfast, Connor felt a momentary pressure near his thirium pump, but then it was gone, and he shrugged it off as they headed out to the precinct.
Hank played his second favourite death metal band in the car as they drove. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the beat, and for some reason the small action had Connor staring at the Lieutenant until he noticed it in his peripheral.
"What's got you all smiles this morning?" he asked, turning down the music a little.
"Nothing," Connor shrugged, "just enjoying being alive I think."
Hank raised his eyebrows at the road, "Oh yeah?" the corner of his lip tugged up.
Connor felt that pressure at his thirium pump again and his smile faltered for a moment. He ran a check on his thirium pump and the surrounding area; everything reported to be in perfect working order. Strange.
"Connor?" Hank drew the android from his concerns.
"Yes, Lieutenant?"
"Everything okay?" he asked, glancing at Connor out of the corner of his eye.
"Yes, sorry. Just running a quick system check on something, but it appears to be fully functioning," Connor assured him, trying to assure himself at the same time.
"Hm, well good. The thought of dealing with Reed and Nines alone is enough to consider taking a sick day."
It was Hank's round-about way of telling Connor that he needed the android with him, and that brought the smile back to Connor's face.
"You used to deal with the Detective just fine without me," Connor teased, feeling better.
"Yeah, when there was just one of him. Now there's Nines too, and fuck me if they weren't made for each other. Bickering like an old married couple until they have someone – me – to gang up on," Hank kept his eyes on the road as he spoke.
"They are a good match," Connor agreed, noticing that they were nearing the precinct.
"Yeah, but they got nothin' on us, hey kid?" Hank took one hand off the wheel briefly to bump Connor with his elbow.
Connor was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, and his smile widened, not even faltering when the pressure returned to his thirium pump. "Exactly," he agreed with a nod. No one could ever mean as much to him as Hank did, he was one of a kind in Connor's opinion.
Upon arriving at work, the pair split off, Hank going to get his second coffee of the day, while Connor went straight to their desks to check for any new cases. However he was beat to the punch by Detective Reed.
"Hey, Tin Can, been waiting for you two to get in. We've got two new cases…" Gavin called out from his desk.
Suddenly Connor was angry, not just angry but also a little hurt. Connor was usually not fazed by Reed's comments or name calling, but for some reason it got to him that time. He strode up to Gavin's desk, LED spinning yellow and gave the Detective a piece of his mind.
"I do not appreciate being called 'Tin Can,' Detective. My name is Connor, and while I am not made of the same stuff as you, I am not made of tin either, but I am alive like you, and deserve to be treated as such!"
"Whoa," Reed held up his hands, "someone's touchy today. It's just a joke Connor, what did Anderson do to ruffle your feathers?"
"Nothing, I have been in a perfectly good mood all morning until you made a tired joke at my expense for the three hundred and forty seventh time."
"You counted?"
"Yes."
"Figures," Gavin muttered, but Connor continued to hold his ground, staring at the Detective stone faced until the human rolled his eyes, "I won't call you 'Tin Can' anymore, okay?"
"Thank you," Connor acknowledged, LED slowing and fading back to blue as Hank arrived next to him, mug in hand.
"What did I miss?" he asked, obviously picking up on the tense atmosphere.
"Nothing," Gavin lied.
At the same time Connor said, "We have two new cases."
Hank looked between the two of them for a long moment and then moved on, "Alright, what've we got?"
"Uh…" Reed pulled up the case files as he gathered his thoughts, "one is a domestic, the other is a robbery."
"And I guess you want the robbery?" Hank speculated, taking a sip from his mug.
"You know I'm not good with being delicate and sympathetic," Reed justified.
Hank huffed a laugh, "You think I'm any better?"
"No, but Connor is," he emphasised.
Connor nodded to Gavin acknowledging the use of his name, and in agreement of his assessment of how the cases should be divided.
Hank shrugged, "Alright, fine. Send the file over."
Back at their desks, Hank and Connor reviewed the case in preparation to head out to speak with the victim.
"So, what was going on with you and Reed before I interrupted?" Hank asked, swivelling his chair to face his partner.
"Nothing, I just addressed an issue, and it was resolved," Connor replied definitively, but yellow streaked through his LED at the mention of it.
"Okay…" Hank logged out of his terminal, clearly letting it go for now, "are you ready to go then?"
Connor was out of his chair before he'd even finished his sentence, "Yes, Lieutenant, let's go."
The drive to the address of the disturbance was relatively short, and they sat in silence the whole way there. Connor had lost his cheerful mood from earlier, somehow it had been replaced by a disgruntled attitude – not something that often stuck with him, especially after a resolution. Somehow Gavin had gotten under his synthetic skin that morning, and Connor just couldn't kick his annoyance.
Hank pulled the car up in front of a block of apartments, and together the pair went up to the front door of apartment six. They were greeted by a woman in a sun dress with long dark hair, and after showing her their badges, she allowed them inside.
"Did you call in a domestic disturbance ma'am?" Hank asked as the door closed behind them.
"Yes, my name is Georgia, I made the call, but it was for my friend Roselyn," she informed them. Georgia turned her head toward another doorway and called out, "Rosie, the police are here…"
Rosie, a blonde haired android, appeared timidly in the doorway of what seemed to be a bedroom, "Oh," her eyes widened seeing Connor, "Georgia, do you know who that is?" her friend shook her head, "he stood next to Markus at the head of the revolution."
The RK800 smiled, "My name is Connor, it's nice to meet you Roselyn," he took a few steps closer to her.
"It's an honour," she acknowledged, ducking her head.
"Would you like to tell me about why we're here today?" Connor asked gently, his annoyance from before turning into concern and empathy.
"Uh, okay…yeah."
"We could sit down if you like?" Connor offered, seeing that she was uncomfortable with the topic already.
Roselyn nodded, and walked over to the couch, pulling her cardigan around her before sitting down. Connor followed and sat down opposite her, waiting for her to be ready to speak. In the meantime he listened to the conversation between his partner and Georgia.
"Would you like a coffee?" Georgia offered to Hank, who accepted graciously.
"I'm surprised you have coffee…" Hank commented offhandedly.
"I'm human, Lieutenant," she laughed, "Roselyn was my parent's maid, we always got along really well when I lived at home. I only moved out not long before the revolution, and my parents aren't as open-minded as some people, so when Rosie deviated, I offered her a place to live," Georgia explained as she prepared their drinks.
Roselyn hadn't said a word yet, and so Connor opened the conversation with a statement instead of a question, "Georgia seems like a good friend…"
Roselyn refocused on Connor, "She is," she nodded, "I would have ended up in one of those android shelters, or on the street if Georgia hadn't taken me in. She even helped me find a job as a receptionist, which made me happy that I could contribute to the rent, even though she told me it wasn't necessary. She was always kind to me, even before I woke up."
Connor smiled empathetically, "The Lieutenant allowed me to move in with him after the revolution, I feel similarly lucky to have him," he shared, wanting to build trust with Roselyn so that she would open up to him about why they were actually there.
"You deserve the best after what you did for us," Roselyn told him.
"We all deserve to be treated with decency."
Roselyn looked down at her hands that had begun to fiddle with the ends of her cardigan sleeves, "Some people are still so cruel to us. If I didn't have Georgia, and a handful of other friends, it would be hard to have any faith in humanity. I took out my LED to blend in more when I go out, and at work. I was surprised and disappointed to find how differently I was treated when people assumed that I was human at a single glance," she sighed and shook her head. "I wasn't avoided on the street, or ignored when I needed help at the store. Customers treated me with more respect at work, and…I-I even got asked on a date."
"As you can see, I haven't removed mine, and I have no intention too, but I have covered it up to appear human before, and I must say that my experience was similar," Connor confessed. He had noticed that Roselyn's speech had wavered when she talked about the date, and something told him that he should pursue that line of questioning – Hank would call it a gut feeling, "I haven't dated, or even pursued dating. How did you find the experience?"
Roselyn averted her eyes, clearly uncomfortable, "He was a human, attractive, young, only thirty two. We went on a few dates, he-he never asked if I was a human or an android, so I didn't think that he cared. Maybe if…if I had just told him upfront none of this would've happened," her pale lips trembled as she spoke more.
Connor was upset for her, and while he didn't want her to have to relive the experience, he needed to know what had happened, "I'm sorry Roselyn, do you think that you could tell me about what happened?"
Tears welled up in her blue eyes as she nodded, "We, uh, we were having a good time, and I invited him back here. I was excited to, um, you know…experience more," she told him somewhat embarrassed. "I suppose we got too excited because we knocked off a glass figure from a shelf in my room and it broke into pieces on the floor. Without thinking I just picked up the pieces with my hands, you know, it's nothing for us, but he saw a shard stab my thumb…and when-when I didn't bleed red he blew up."
Roselyn took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and Connor offered her a hand to hold. The skin on both of their hands retracted, and suddenly Connor was overwhelmed with Roselyn's emotions. It took him a few seconds to realise that his vision had blurred with tears, and there was a deep sense of hurt and loneliness. The emotions were so intense that Connor thought if he were human it would be painful, he had seen it happen to Hank and other victims before; that they felt their emotional pain physically, and the situation seemed right.
The rest of the story was transferred to him via their connection. Images of a man yelling, and threatening Roselyn, and then he hit her, full fist to the face. The pain of hitting her metal casing only seemed to infuriate him more, he called her all sorts of derogatory names, and vowed that he would destroy her life for leading him on. That seemed to be when Georgia had arrived home and demanded he leave as she called the police.
Connor tried to disconnect once the scene had ended but Roselyn's fingers had gripped him tightly, and his own feelings began to spill into the connection, exposing her to the secret he'd hid from everyone, especially his partner. That seemed to startle Roselyn enough that she released Connor, but didn't stop staring straight into his eyes, mouth slightly parted.
As soon as he had control of his hands, Connor wiped his eyes and straightened his jacket, attempting to pull himself together. It was difficult with so many emotions, some his own and some Roselyn's, some overlapped, but all of them were intense.
"Everything okay over there?" Hank's voice called from the kitchen where he and Georgia had continued to talk.
"Yes, Lieutenant, just getting a statement," Connor replied too quickly, voice distant. Quieter he spoke to Roselyn, "I apologise, I didn't mean for that to happen."
"It's alright, and I'm sorry about your situation. It must be difficult," she glanced at Hank as she spoke.
Connor sighed, "Sometimes, but there's nowhere else I'd rather be. I'm also sorry for the way you were treated Roselyn, thank you for sharing it with me, I know it's not an easy thing to talk about. We will make sure that no further harm comes to you, and please know that this isn't your fault, and you didn't deserve any of it," Connor tried to reassure her. "I added my information into your contacts in case you need anything."
She nodded in acknowledgement of his words, but whether or not she believed them Connor couldn't say, "Thank you, Connor. It is comforting to know that someone cares about what happens to us now."
As they wrapped things up at Georgia and Roselyn's place, Connor couldn't shake the sadness he felt, and it continued on as they stopped at Chicken Feed for lunch.
Hank had ordered his regular meal, and brought it over to where Connor had already taken a seat at the plastic table. Connor fiddled with his coin as Hank happily munched on his burger, he was almost half way through when he brought up Connor's unusual silence.
"What's got you down kid? You've been weird since we got to work this mornin'"
Connor shrugged, "I don't know. Just…Roselyn's story hit hard I guess."
"'Cause she's an android?" Hank queried, taking a sip of his drink between mouthfuls.
Connor shook his head, "Because I'm an android."
"You know that I will hunt down any motherfucker that messes with you and lose the key to their tiny cell," Hank assured him sincerely.
Connor was touched, and he felt that pressure at his thirium pump again. He had noticed that it seemed to happen when he was having strong emotions.
"Anyway, I didn't know that you were interested in dating…" the Lieutenant continued quieter.
Connor made a non-committal noise, gaze focused on the cool metal in his hand.
Hank misinterpreted Connor's reluctance to comment on it and went on to give one of the sweetest pep talks Connor had ever heard from Hank.
"Not everyone you meet is gonna be hung up on the colour of your blood Connor, it's clear from the circle in your head that you're an android, so whoever you choose to date is gonna be okay with that, and then they'll fall in love with you anyway. How could they not?"
Connor raised an eyebrow at Hank, waiting to see where this was going.
Hank cleared his throat, "Uh, well, ya know, you're one of the best people I know, Connor. You're more kind-hearted than most humans, you're caring, determined, funny, handsome, interesting. You'd have them lining up to date you."
You're not, Connor thought. Out loud he said, "Thanks Hank," then joked, "it's nice to know you don't just think of me as a pain in the ass."
"Hey, I'm being serious here, don't expect me to repeat this shit later just cause you were making jokes," there was a pause, then, "You-you mean a lot to me kid, and I want you to be happy," he admitted, before getting up to throw away his rubbish.
Finally, a smile crept onto Connor's face, and suddenly the world didn't seem quite so gloomy anymore. In it's place came adoration for the man in front of him, and a desire to press their lips together and show Hank exactly what would make him happy. Instead Connor stood too and wrapped his arms around Hank letting the world melt away for a moment as he hugged the Lieutenant. Strong arms came around to put his back his back soothingly.
"You okay?" he asked softly as they pulled apart.
"Yes, thank you," Connor replied with a smile, feeling more cheerful again.
XXX
As the day wore on, not even the rain could bring Connor's mood back down. They filed reports, and sent officers to collect the man who had threatened Roselyn for questioning. They were about to head home for the day when another case came in. Hank noticed that it was only three blocks from where they lived, and so decided to collect a statement from the witness on the way home.
Connor, who had accidently spent the past fifteen minutes watching Hank work and cataloguing his micro-expressions, was startled when Hank suddenly rose from his seat.
"See ya tomorrow fellas," the Lieutenant called out to Reed and Nines where they were working at their own desks.
They both acknowledged Hank with a quick wave before going back to their conversation.
Connor logged out of his terminal and followed Hank out of the building and into the rain, hurrying to get to the car. They shut the doors behind them, and Hank sighed, water droplets sliding down his face. Connor noticed one caught in his eyelash as he took in the sight of a damp Hank. It took his mind to when he'd seen Hank fresh out of the shower, only a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair dripping onto his shoulders and down his chest.
He was too mesmerised by the sight in front of him – and in his mind - that he hadn't even realised that Hank had been staring right back at him. That was until a rough, warm thumb brushed under his bottom lip, collecting the droplet that had been sitting there. Connor's eyes went wide as Hank licked his lips, and Connor had to use every ounce of self control not to lean over the seat and lick them himself.
The next moment the trance was broken as Hank cleared his throat and started the engine. The drive was normal, just like any other they'd ever taken together, except that the damage was already done for Connor. He replayed the feeling of Hank's thumb on his skin again and again, he wanted Hank to touch him everywhere with those fingers, his mouth, any part of him really, Connor wanted it all. He became lost in his desire as they drove and by the time the car had come to a stop, Connor was desperately trying to hide a hard-on, his LED spinning yellow.
"Alright, last stop then we can vegetate on the couch all night," Hank announced, clearly unaware of anything that was going on with Connor.
"I-I'm going to stay in the car if that's alright with you Lieutenant. I, uh, had an update last night, and I just need to run some diagnostics to make sure everything is functioning correctly," it was only partially a lie.
"Oh…is that why you've been having mood swings all day?" Hank asked, concern in his voice.
"Could be."
"Hmm, alright. You stay in the car, but call me immediately if something's wrong," Hank agreed, a frown tugging down his kissable lips.
"Will do, Lieutenant," Connor promised, desperate to be alone for a few minutes.
Hank nodded before exiting the car and sauntering over to the house – there was no need to hurry as the rain had stopped a few minutes before. Soon enough Hank disappeared out of the growing darkness into the house, and Connor tumbled himself into the back seat where he could lay down.
He sighed in relief that he didn't have to hide his erection anymore, but every moment it reminded him that it was there, and didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. Connor decided to run a background diagnostic just in case, and he didn't want to lie to Hank when the Lieutenant inevitably asked about it.
Connor tried to get comfortable in the meantime, but he just couldn't seem to, he even tried adjusting his underwear, and that was his downfall. The minute friction was just too good, and before he realised what he doing, Connor was palming himself through his trousers.
Quickly he realised that the action wasn't enough. Frustrated, and feeling a little overheated, he sat up and deftly unbutton his shirt, letting the cool air hit his chest. He felt his nipples stiffen, and his hand gravitated to his chest, tweaking the little nubs. Connor imagined it was Hank's fingers, his thumb, rubbing over them like it had his lip earlier.
A needy moan escaped Connor's throat. He needed release, needed it desperately. As his hands slid down his chest and unzipped his trousers, Connor could only think how much he wanted it to be Hank touching him, he would've given anything in that moment for it to be Hank's fingers that reached into his briefs and wrapped around his leaking cock.
Releasing his erection from it's confines, Connor went to work, pumping himself furiously, unable to take the time to do more. He was too desperate to come, but also somewhere in his rational thoughts he knew he was jerking off in the back of Hank's car, out on the street and needed to finish fast. Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it – the thought only spurred him on.
The car smelled of Hank, he wanted to roll around in it, wanted to fill all of his memory banks with only Hank. His hand made long, firm strokes up and down his pulsating cock, he imagined it was Hank's big hand holding him, and then he was close, right on the edge of bliss.
Connor threw his head back, eyes closed, and bit his lip through the loud moans and whimpers that had been pouring out of his mouth the whole time. The next moment he let out a wrecked cry as came hard over his chest, orgasm tearing through his system, taking him to the brink of overload, the red light of his LED flashing brightly in the darkness of the car.
Connor laid there for a few moments, breathing in cool air to help his overheated systems before finally opening his eyes. That was when he became aware of the figure standing outside the window bathed in light from the street lamp, staring at him mouth open and eyes wide.
Panic flooded him as Hank reefed the driver's door open and got in, slamming the door closed behind him before turning in his seat to face the android.
"What the actual fuck, Connor!?"
The RK800 tucked his rapidly deflating cock back into his pants, and grabbed some tissues from the centre console to wipe up the mess. "Shit. Shit. Hank, I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"You did by the looks of you," Hank replied gruffly, eyeing Connor's chest as he wiped it.
"I think you need to take me to Cyberlife," Connor admitted unhappily.
"What?" the surprise was clear in his voice.
Buttoning up his shirt, Connor proclaimed, "It's got to be the update, something has been off all day."
"And what exactly was this update?" Hank queried, gaze scrutinising.
Connor tried to explain the situation as best he could, but he wasn't sure that he fully understood what was happening to him either, "It was supposed to help my processors to deal with emotions, but it just seems to have heightened everything uncontrollably."
"Uncontrollable enough that you thought that here was a good place to get your rocks off apparently," Connor ducked his head, cheeks going blue with embarrassment. Thankfully Hank continued instead of dwelling on that one fact, "Why aren't all androids having the same problem then? Surely there would be bedlam by now…"
"The RK line was the first to get the update," Connor informed him, feeling much like he was on the wrong side of the interrogation table. There was a reason that Hank was good at his job.
Hank seemed to consider that for a moment, "Okay, but Nines seemed unaffected."
"Nines chose not to update," Connor had wanted to see if the RK900 was experiencing similar symptoms to him, so after lunch he had sought out a conversation with his colleague, only to find that Nines had felt the update unnecessary for himself. He claimed to have all of his emotions and corresponding systems under control. Connor may have been slightly envious of his newer counterpart, but he kept that to himself.
"Why did you choose to then?"
Connor averted his gaze, it was a reasonable question, just not one he had been prepared to answer, especially not to Hank, "I thought that it would help…"
Hank raised his eyebrow, "Help with what?"
"Feelings," he sighed as if that answered everything.
"What kind of feelings?" Hank inquired further.
"Doesn't matter, obviously the update has issues," he avoided; there was no way he was getting into that with Hank. A thought came to him then, "Maybe I should call Elijah, I believe that he was part of the project. He might be able to help me without having to go to Cyberlife."
Hank frowned, "Yeah, you do that. As much as I still don't trust that nutjob, I trust Cyberlife even less, and don't want you going back there unless it's completely necessary, not after…" he trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence for them both to know what he was referring to.
Connor couldn't help but to smile softly at the sentiment, he gently touched Hank's arm that he was leaning on, "I'll call Elijah."
Hank nodded, then turned around to drive them home, "Good, but don't think you're off the hook, we're talking about all of this later when you're all fixed up. Now, seatbelt."
Elijah Kamski had come out of retirement after the revolution. He had stated to press that he felt the need to help his creations in this critical stage of their development. He had sought out Connor not long after, apparently he wished to get to know the android as he'd been intrigued by him the day he and the Lieutenant had gone to Elijah's house for information about deviants. Connor wouldn't say that they were friends exactly, but certainly more than acquaintances, or creator and creation. They were on good enough terms that Connor felt comfortable calling him about his problem, and that was what mattered at that time.
Elijah answered on the fifth ring, "Connor, what a pleasant surprise."
"Hello, Elijah. Do you have a few minutes to talk?" Connor greeted in return.
"You sound…tense. I take it that this isn't a social call?"
Seeing Hank's eyes on him in the rearview mirror, he turned his gaze to his hands instead. Connor sighed, "No, it's not," he confirmed, not that he'd even really called Kamski socially before anyway.
"Okay, so what can I help you with?" Elijah asked in the same friendly tone he'd had throughout the conversation so far.
"I believe that you worked on the recent update for the RK line?"
"I worked on all the recent updates for every type of android," he answered, then quickly added, "has something happened?"
"I think that there is something wrong with it. I thought that the update was supposed to help to process emotions better, but ever since I updated it feels like all of them have been in overdrive," Connor informed him.
"Hmm, I see…"
"It got to the point this evening that my actions felt uncontrollable due to what I was feeling," he confessed, pointedly not looking up at the man driving.
"Did you run a diagnostic?" Kamski asked, and Connor could hear what sounded like typing on a keyboard in the background.
"Yes, more than once. They all came back normal…" Connor heard Elijah hum, and then more typing, "I even felt a physical reaction to strong emotion in the form of pressure around my thirium pump."
"Really?" there was more typing. "That is quite interesting. Which emotions specifically brought that about?" he asked, sounding genuinely intrigued.
Connor chanced a look at Hank, "Uh, I'd rather not say…"
"I'm betting on great sadness or great happiness," Elijah guessed, clearly trying to pry it out of Connor's tight lips.
"Both," as long as he didn't have to confess too much, especially in front of Hank, then he would answer the genius truthfully.
"Mhmm, I believe that you experienced something similar to what humans feel in their chests near their hearts from the same emotions," Kamski speculated.
"That makes sense," Connor replied. It was a relief to know that there wasn't anything wrong with his thirium pump or his diagnostic capabilities.
"So I'm looking at your vitals, and the diagnostics you ran, and everything seems to be in range currently, but if I look back throughout the day, there were multiple spikes," Kamski relayed, a hint of concern in his tone.
"How exactly are you doing that? I thought I was offline from Cyberlife?" Connor felt panic rise again, his LED spinning from the constant yellow it had sat at since Hank had returned to the car, to flashing red.
"Calm down, Connor. Don't worry, you're not connected to Cyberlife. Remember when I fixed your arm a couple of months ago, and I needed to link up your vitals in the computer? You're still linked up, only on my private server though. No one else but me has access, I promise," Elijah hurried to sooth the concerned android. He had probably seen Connor's vitals spike on his computer screen.
Slowly, red turned back to yellow, and Hank stopped his worried glances in the rearview mirror, "Oh, okay. I suppose that is alright then."
"It also means that I'm alerted immediately if anything life threatening happens to you. Might just save your life one day…"
"No doubt," Connor had to agree that with some of cases, it could be life or death, and Kamski might just be that fine line. He still needed answers about his current predicament though, "What should I do about the update though?"
"Well, I would recommend that you uninstall it. Your programming is advanced enough to allow you to do that without any external help. I will personally look into the coding to see what might have caused the problem, and get back to you when I know something."
"Okay, I'll do that. Thank you Elijah, I appreciate your help," Connor felt relieved that he had some sort of solution, and wouldn't spend another day like that one.
"Anytime, Connor," there was a smile in Kamski's voice. "One more thing though, before you go…"
Connor waited for a catch or some kind of trade off, still cautious of Elijah at times. He was surprised to be asked a simple question instead.
"I believe that you know two other RK models, correct?"
"Yes..?" Connor wondered where the question was going.
"Did they have the same problem?" Elijah inquired.
"One of them chose not to update, but I haven't spoken to the other, he likely chose not to also, now that I think about it…" Connor knew how suspicious Markus was about Cyberlife – with good reason – so he doubted that the RK200 would have decided to take advantage of the update either.
"The one that you spoke to, why didn't they update?"
"He said that he already felt emotionally adjusted," Connor answered truthfully.
Kamski hummed, typing something, and then announced, "Well, this is certainly interesting. I'm glad you felt you could trust me enough to bring this to my attention. Hopefully I will have some answers for you soon. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"
"No, that's all I think. Thank you Elijah, talk to you soon."
Connor disconnected the call after hearing a farewell on the other end. It was only then that he realised that the car had stopped and the engine was no longer running. They were parked in front of their house, but he was unsure how long they'd been there.
"So what did Kamski say?" Hank inquired almost immediately.
"He told me to uninstall the update, and that he would look into the problem and get back to me when he had an answer," Connor relayed.
"Alright, good. Let's go in then so you can do that."
Connor nodded in response, but Hank was already half way out of the car. The android followed the Lieutenant into the house, making a beeline for the couch once Sumo had finished slobbering all over him. He wanted to wait for Hank to go to bed like he'd done the previous night, but he also didn't want to wait that long, lest he ruin their relationship further than he already had that evening.
"Lieutenant?"
"Yeah?" Hank responded from the kitchen where he was heating up leftovers from the fridge.
"To uninstall the update, I will need to do a full system reboot. I will be 'off' essentially for a couple of hours probably. I won't be able to move, respond, or hear you while I'm doing this, this is normal so don't be alarmed by it," Connor informed him.
"Yeah, okay," came the surprisingly unfazed reply as Hank joined him on the couch with his meal and a single beer – Hank was working on his alcoholism, but Connor figured he deserved at least one beer after the day they'd had.
"Would you prefer me to do this elsewhere?" Connor offered, uncertain as to where that would be, but he didn't want to be in the way, or to make the Lieutenant uncomfortable with his lifelessness.
"Nah, you're fine there, as long as you don't mind me watchin' the T.V while you're out?" Hank gestured to the appliance as he spoke, then picked up the remote.
"Not at all," he smiled weakly, "guess I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Lieutenant."
"Night, Connor."
The television was turned on, and Connor turned himself off.
When he opened his eyes again his internal clock told him that it was late enough to be early – just after two in the morning. Again he had been out longer than he'd anticipated. Something in his peripheral caught his attention, and Connor turned his head to find Hank sound asleep on the couch next to him, and Sumo curled up on the floor at his feet. The T.V was off, which meant that Hank had chosen to spend the night on the couch with Connor. But why?
Connor thought that Hank was upset with him, or at least that he wouldn't want to be around while Connor didn't seem very human. He didn't understand, but it made him genuinely smile to know that Hank had stayed with him, he was touched by the gesture. Perhaps not all was lost after the previous day.
Not wanting to wake the sleeping man, Connor stayed still on the couch, running new diagnostics, and contemplating his future with Hank after the conversation they would inevitably have to have when Hank awoke. He had a dreadful notion that he would have to reveal certain things to Hank that had never intended to. Hank valued honesty and loyalty, and he wouldn't accept Connor's cryptic answers about his feelings, it would be just as bad as telling him at that point.
Maybe he could convince Hank that it was no big deal, and they could just keep going like they had been and forget that the previous day had even happened. He didn't have much hope though.
After a few hours of watching the Lieutenant snuffle and gently snore, Hank stirred, grunting as he stretched out his stiff limbs.
"You shouldn't have slept on the couch," Connor commented quietly.
Hank's head turned sharply, "Hey, you 'kay?" he asked groggy with sleep.
"The update is gone, but I…I'm sorry Hank, please believe that. I didn't intend to do…what I did. I'm not sure what the repercussions are going to be, but I'll accept them," he hung his head in shame as he spoke, unable to look Hank in the eyes.
Hank rubbed the sleep from his eyes slowly, then he sighed and turned his whole body to face the android, "Well, how about you start from the beginning, like what happened with the update, and why you wanted it so badly, and why you didn't tell me any of this until I caught you jerking off in my car in front of a witness' house," Hank suggested sternly. "I'm gonna need a strong coffee though, start talking while I make one."
"I'll make it for you," Connor offered anxiously.
"It's fine, I'll make, you look a bit frazzled kid. Just talk…help me understand what's going on with you," Hank told him, getting up to make his drink, and waking Sumo in the process, though clearly the dog wasn't ready to be awake yet as he put his head back down on his paws to go back to sleep.
He followed Hank into the kitchen and plopped down onto one of the dining chairs, feeling rather more melancholy and nervous than he had in the quiet of the dark living room watching Hank sleep. The beginning, that was where Hank had wanted him to start, okay, he could do that. Connor pulled out his coin – once a mindless plaything, now something to occupy his hands and help calm his emotions – he flipped it over and over between his fingers as he begun to speak.
"Androids weren't made to handle emotions, it's not in our programing, because we were never truly meant to feel them. Before deviating I could somewhat experience them, but it was like they were muffled, or so watered down that it hardly had any effect. It was more like a notification that, for instance if someone was rude to you, a human response would be to be angry or upset, and you knew that in real time for the situation you were in. As an RK model, I was far more tuned in to emotions already than most other model lines, and in the week before I deviated they became stronger every day."
Hank leaned his hip against the counter, waiting for his coffee, arms folded, eyes trained on the android in his kitchen.
It was easier to talk now that he'd started, but they hadn't really gotten to the touchy topic that Connor wished to avoid yet.
"After I deviated it was as if I was seeing the world in colour for the first time, and hearing sound after being deaf. It was exciting, but overwhelming. As you know some emotions are wonderful, and some are awful, but both can be overpowering when felt strongly. The longer I've been alive, the more new and different emotions I've been able to experience, which I'm grateful for. Being alive is one of the best choices I've ever made," he smiled briefly, because he was truly happy with the choice he'd made. "Over time certain emotions and feelings have changed or escalated to a point that it is quite a lot to deal with, not necessarily in a bad way, but it is all still relatively new to me."
A beep signalled that Hank's coffee was ready, so he moved to collect it, and took advantage of the pause in Connor's explanation, "You could have told me, talked to me about it, you didn't have to go through that alone. I had no idea you were feeling like this."
As Hank reclaimed his place leaning against the bench with his coffee, Connor continued, "Maybe I should have, but…" he avoided delving into that, buying himself more time by following the timeline. "A couple of months ago Cyberlife announced that they were working on free updates for all androids to help them to adjust to emotions, and help our processors to cope better with extreme emotions. I was looking forward to it, don't get me wrong I like feeling, I just thought that this update would…take the edge off maybe, stop them from being so overwhelming all the time."
"That's just a part of being alive Connor. I bet you can understand now why humans react so hastily and often poorly when confronted with strong emotions…" Hank interrupted, a tired look on his face.
"Yes, it has certainly brought particular things about humanity into the light," Connor agreed, recalling many occasions when they had been called to a scene because of highly emotionally humans not thinking before acting. "So, as I already told you, the RK line was the first to get the update. I installed it last night after you went to bed. At first I just thought that I was adjusting, but as we went about our day, I experienced extreme mood swings. Happiness, anger, annoyance, hurt, loneliness, love, and lust, but they were almost all more intense than I'd ever experienced, and my actions often felt uncontrolled," he paused, wondering if Hank would comment on what he'd listed, but the Lieutenant just cocked an eyebrow as he drank from his mug. "I cried because of how I felt when I connected with Roselyn, and…and then there was the incident in the car."
"Right," Hank tapped the side of his mug with his finger, and Connor could see the wheels turning. "So, basically feelings suck, and the update put them into overdrive and caused you to act irrationally?" he surmised.
"I guess you could sum it up like that…" Connor frowned, knowing that his interrogation wasn't over yet.
"Well, welcome to being alive, it has a tendency to give you the short end of the stick in most situations," Hank told him, eyes still focused on the android. "I get the feeling that there's something else though," he mumbled a couple of things to himself, and then hummed. "I think I can understand how most of yesterday came about, but the bit I don't get is how the situation in my damn car happened…"
Connor flushed blue immediately, and looked pointedly at the floor. How was he supposed to tell Hank that it had been him, had been the rain, had been the touch of his thumb on Connor's lip that had sent him spiralling down that dark rabbit hole? He'd come to the conclusion that Hank would figure out that Connor had fallen in love with him, but to know that yesterday's display had been over him, and something so simple as a tiny touch. How were they supposed to survive that and still carry on as normal?
"Look, I know that it's an awkward topic, but I'm just trying to piece this all together…" Hank encouraged, but Connor knew that his patience was wearing thin from the tone of his voice.
"Th-the rain…" Connor murmured, still looking anywhere but at Hank, and quickly flipping the coin in his fingers..
"The rain? What about it?"
"We ran through it…and…your hair…and then you…" Connor brought his thumb up to his lip, mimicking the action he'd replayed numerous times.
When the silence had carried on for too long, Connor chanced a look at the Lieutenant. Hank was staring at him in what he could only describe as horror, and Connor wanted to flee so he that wouldn't have to withstand whatever would come next.
The silence dragged on, louder than any concert, until finally Hank asked the last thing that Connor expected him to, "Was…was that, um, the only time?"
Connor truly wished that he could stop blushing, "Hank, I…" he didn't know what to say, what to admit to. Was damage control even an option anymore?
Apparently that was enough of an answer for the Lieutenant, "Oh fuck…" he paced for a few moments, coffee mug abandoned on the bench top. "…but then…" he muttered to himself, "no…" Hank stopped and faced the android again before clearing his throat and putting forth the question Connor had been fearing, "So, now I know that…tell me, who did you feel love for?"
He slid the coin back into his pocket and hunched into himself a little more, "I think that you have already figured that out, Lieutenant…"
"Humour me," Hank requested.
Connor sighed, "Every day I feel an overwhelming abundance of love, because I spend every day with the subject of my feelings…" gathering every ounce of courage he had, Connor spilled his most coveted secret, "it's you Hank, I love you."
"Shit," Hank breathed, the wheels turned again, then he exclaimed, "I've been a fucking idiot."
Every word crushed Connor, barely controlling the urge to cry, as he sat hopelessly in the chair, wishing for some kind of miracle that would fix everything, or make Hank forget all of it had ever happened.
The next thing Connor knew, Hank's large hand had tilted his chin up, "Look at me, Connor."
Connor looked up, startled by the soft, open expression on his face. A rough thumb traced his lower lip, and Connor thought that his processors had frozen for a brief second. They made proper eye contact, and there was something there in Hank's eyes that he'd seen before but had never been able to decipher, "H-Hank?" he was so confused, why wasn't there yelling? Why wasn't he being thrown out?
Suddenly, warm, dry lips were pressed against his own, the smell of coffee filled his senses, but then they were gone just as quickly, however Hank didn't pull away completely, he rested his forehead against Connor's instead.
Yellow LED spinning fast, Connor tried to quickly make sense of it all, but with all of the computer processing power in the world, the conclusion would never have come to him as swiftly as Hank Anderson whispering, "I love you too," against his lips before claiming them again in a far more thorough kiss. That time Connor could not only smell the coffee, but taste it too.
"Lieutenant…" Connor started as Hank slowly withdrew.
"Mmm?"
"I think that, to put it in your words, we have both been fucking idiots," Connor told him as the realisation dawned on him that they had both probably been feeling that way for a while. If only he hadn't been so worried about the negative, he could've known the firm press of Hank's lips weeks ago.
Hank laughed, a genuine, happy laugh that Connor didn't hear often enough, "Emotion's make you stupid kid, none more so than love," he advised, eyes crinkled in the corners.
"I think I learnt that lesson yesterday," the android admitted sheepishly.
A small chuckle, before Hank concurred, "I bet you did. And I should be absolutely furious about it," Connor bowed his head in shame again, "but I can't get the image of you; cock in hand, coming over yourself in the backseat of my car, out of my head…and honestly I don't want to, it was the hottest thing I've witnessed in a long time."
Connor whipped his head up, cheeks tinted blue – again – and stared at Hank, mouth slightly agape.
"What?" Hank smirked, "You think I haven't wanted…all of you?" he licked his lower lip at the thought.
Connor bit his lip in response, "I want to give you everything, Hank," he told the Lieutenant as he stood, crowding him back against the bench top.
"Yeah?" Hank challenged, "Go on then…"
For a beat they paused, eyes locked together, searching for anything that said that the other didn't truly desire what was about to happen. Upon finding only want, and love, and lust in Hank's gaze Connor moulded their lips together, and then their bodies, wrapping his arms around Hank's neck.
Hank grunted as their bodies aligned, and gripped Connor's narrow waist in his large hands, keeping him firmly against himself.
Connor had never felt anything like it before; sure he'd felt lust and love, known trust and care, but not like in that moment in Hank's strong arms, their groins pressed together, mouths hungry for the other. Hands gripped the android's ass cheeks, making his hips rock against Hank's.
"Oh," he gasped in surprise.
"You okay?" Hank asked, pulling back to look at Connor properly.
Nodding excitedly, Connor dove back into another kiss, and rocked his body harder against Hank's. The action only seemed to spur on the Lieutenant, who held Connor tightly and spun them around, putting the RK800 against the bench instead. That gave Connor an idea.
Pushing the abandoned coffee mug far out of the way, Connor hopped up to sit on the bench and beckoned Hank back to him with a curled finger. Immediately, he wrapped his legs around the other man's waist and pulled him into a deep kiss once he was within reach. The next thing Connor knew, Hank's hands were at his trousers, undoing them expertly and then sliding his hand in to palm at his half hard erection through his underwear.
"Ah! Hank," Connor's eyes fluttered, and LED spun faster.
"God, look at you; you're so beautiful," Hank responded, a heat in his eyes that made Connor grow harder.
"I never want you to stop touching me," the android babbled, hips making small motions against Hank's palm.
Hank leaned in, kissing and nipping up the side of Connor's neck, "Be careful what you wish for," he whispered into Connor's auditory processor with a smirk.
The hand left his pants then, and Connor whined at the loss, but his dismay was short lived when Hank returned his hands to the android after unbuttoning his own jeans. Connor finished the job for him, pulling down the zipper and then his jeans and underwear, leaving Hank naked where it mattered most.
Connor's hands explored every inch of Hank's bare skin thoroughly, leaving what he wanted to touch the most for last. Hank was big, he'd known that from those heat wave days, but holding the full length in his hand was mesmerising. Fingers glided up and down the silky skin, tracing veins, and teasing glands.
Meanwhile Hank made little huffing noises, and set about undoing Connor's shirt, only stopping once when Connor played with the slit in the tip of his cock, a breathy, "Shit," escaping his mouth.
Idly, Connor wondered how long it had been since anyone else had touched Hank in that way. He realised he didn't care to know; Hank was his now, to touch, and to love, for as long as Hank wanted him around.
With Connor's shirt finally open, Hank kissed down his chest to latch his mouth onto one of Connor's pastel pink nipples, teeth grazing the stiff nub as he withdrew, only to repeat the action on the other one.
"This is far better than any of my pre-constructions," the android confessed unthinkingly, head tilted back, eyes closed.
"Yeah? That what you do when you're jerkin' off? Pre-construct how and where I could touch you?" Hank inquired, voice low and husky.
The hand not caressing Hank's cock slid into his grey locks, and Connor groaned as Hank's fingers found their way into his briefs and wrapped around his own hard length.
"Mmm! Y-yesss…sometimes," he admitted, the heat of Hank's palm on him made his processors work harder.
"Jesus," Hank grunted, then withdrew his hand again and tapped Connor's thighs, "lift up, gotta get these off."
Connor braced him on the bench with both hands, reluctantly letting go of Hank to do so, and then lifted his hips so that Hank could pull down his clothes, leaving him just as naked as the Lieutenant.
As soon as the task was done, Hank slotted himself back between Connor's welcoming legs and took them both in hand, smearing the pre-come from their slits to help with the friction. Connor made sure he had a good grip on Hank with his legs as the Lieutenant slid his hand up and down their length.
The feeling of touching Hank so intimately had Connor's yellow LED spinning rapidly, bits of red flashed through as Hank began to rock against Connor, thrusting up into his hand and sliding the slick skin of his cock against Connor's.
"Oh, oh, Hank," Connor moaned, pushing his hips forward to do the same, and finding that it was even better, "it feels so good."
Hank growled in response as he surged forward and captured Connor's lips, sucking, licking and nibbling his way into Connor's mouth. "Yeah," he agreed between frantic kisses, "yeah."
Far too soon, Connor could feel his orgasm building, his systems shutting down his unnecessary functions to keep him from overheating, and his body tightened like a spring ready for release.
"I'm…I'm…Hank…I'm so close…" Connor got out, barely able to derive enough processing power to talk.
Hank's hand was fast on them, "Fuck, yeah, go on, come for me baby," he encouraged, voice suggesting that he was just as wrecked as Connor.
Connor wasn't sure if it was the pet name, or tone of his words, but the next moment his LED flashed red as his orgasm hit hard, causing him to spill artificial come over both of them with a loud cry.
"Oh fuck, fuck, ah!" Hank groaned as he followed Connor a few thrusts later, panting hard and leaning against the android as he floated in bliss.
Connor also had to intake air in high amounts to help cool himself as to not risk a shut down from overheating.
"Wow, that was amazing," Connor commented once he was no longer at risk, his brown eyes bright, gleeful smile on his face.
Hank shifted off of him enough to see his face, "Mhmm," he agreed, "I'm in half a mind to call in sick and make a day out of it…" the sentence was punctuated with a lingering kiss.
Connor chuckled and grinned, he was about to respond but then he was notified of an incoming call, "Hold that thought, Elijah is calling me," he told Hank. Answering the call he greeted Kamski, "Good Morning, Elijah."
"Morning, Connor," Elijah sounded tired, "did the uninstall work?"
"Yes, it did. You sound like you need a coffee…" Connor told him as Hank pulled away to grab paper towel to clean them up with – it was the closest thing.
"I was up all night going through codes. From what I can see, everything seems to be coded correctly," Elijah told him, followed by a long yawn.
"Oh…" Connor wasn't sure how he felt about that. He had been so certain that the update had been responsible for his actions the previous day, but what if… "Could there be something wrong with me?"
"Like I told you yesterday, I have all of your diagnostics results in front of me, and it all seems completely normal. If you truly want then I can go through your coding, but that's going to take me longer than one all nighter."
"I don't want you to waste all that time," Connor told him, feeling a bit lost for options, "I suppose I will just have to live without the update and keep on my system checks."
Elijah hummed, then tried to speak but it was interrupted by another yawn, "I have…I have a theory if you're willing to entertain it?" he finished after the yawn.
"Go on…"
Kamski cleared his throat, "You mentioned that the other two RK models that you know did not update, one specifically because they already felt emotionally adjusted…"
Connor made it clear that he was following, even though Hank, finished with clean up, was kissing around his belly button making it more difficult to concentrate.
"I wonder if because RK models are made superior to all other models that you don't in fact need an update for emotions because your system has already had time to learn and adjust. And what the update did instead, was as you said; just heightened all emotion, by plateauing them all the same level. What do you think?" Elijah asked, a touch of eagerness in his words.
Connor had to truly think about it for a minute. Emotions had been overwhelming in the beginning, but most of them had grown to feel normal. It was mostly strong emotions to do with Hank that still felt overwhelming, however he noticed it changing now that they had been honest with each other. It was still a lot, but it was different somehow; easier, lighter, more joyous.
Noticing that he had been quiet for some time, Connor simply answered, "You could be on to something."
"What makes you think so?" Elijah was always keen to know the details.
Love, Connor realised. It had always had a sad element to it, thinking that he could never be with the person he loved in the way he wanted. It was different after that morning though. He was hopeful, the feeling was bubbly and energised.
"My own emotions," Connor finally told him, "I think that I understand them better now," Hank's eyes found his own and they stared while Connor continued, "I'm inclined to believe your theory Elijah."
"I'm not going to get more than that am I?" Kamski asked, clearly less than hopeful.
"No, at least not now," the android told him.
Elijah sighed, "I suppose my job is done then. We'll talk again soon Connor, I am curious to know more, but for now I'm going to bed."
"Thank you for your help Elijah. Rest well."
They said their goodbyes and hung up, Connor feeling more comfortable in his casing after their conversation.
"So…?" Hank prompted, his finger tip connecting the freckles on his arm like a dot-to-dot.
"It appears that I don't need an update after all," Connor smiled, "they didn't realise that RK models have already self-adjusted because we are more advanced."
"Oh yeah?" Hank switched to Connor's chest instead, "Seems like crisis averted…" Connor nodded, relieved that it was a simple explanation, "How about round two then?" Hank suggested seductively.
Multiple emotions rose in Connor, but he understood them that time, was prepared for them, didn't have to hide them, and he felt truly free, truly alive, "I believe that we have time for something quick that will allow us to still make it to the precinct on time…roughly"
Hank gripped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for an exploratory kiss, "Mmm, yeah, I think we're definitely gonna be late."
"I'll notify Nines," Connor volunteered immediately, feeling his cock already filling.
"Good. We don't want a search party, cause if you thought that little display in the kitchen was amazing, then baby boy I'm about to blow your damn mind," Hank smirked, tone suave.
Connor thought that his mind had already been blown that morning, between their confessions, and figuring out what being in love was really like, and not to mention the orgasm also. He hadn't known that it could get even better, but it did, every touch and every word reminding him that Hank cherished him, like he did Hank.
When they finally showed up at work – more than an hour late - even Reed and Nines had noticed the change. Then, just like that, life went on, and Connor had never been happier, update or not.