Gavin winced as he opened his heavy eyes. The light was still there, an unyielding shine on white tiles. Tiles that were hard beneath his tired body, making his joints ache. How long had he been lying there? Obviously too long. His head felt heavy and foggy. He could barely even look around. Why did I wake up? The answer soon came in the form of a gentle hand on his shoulder. He would have flinched or recoiled, only he didn't have the strength, and it was the first hand to touch him since...whenever Jack had visited last. He gasped as the hand moved to lace in his hair and tease his scalp.
"Hey, Gav." Jack! He came back! He'd promised he would. Unfortunately, he'd left it a little late. "Hey-hey-hey, don't try to move yet...You did so well, Gav. You did exactly as I said." I did! He'd been good. He'd left the bread untouched. It was now an ugly, disintegrating, green square that filled the small room with a rotting stench to go alongside the lingering human filth, but it didn't bother Gavin. He was beyond being bothered by foul smells and bad flavours. "You're such a good boy..." Gavin whined at that. He was a good boy! A starving, parched good boy.
Gentle hands rolled him onto his back to examine him. He was thin, of course, wasting away after days of being left unfed. Jack hushed him softly as he took one arm and started bending and stretching the limp limb, encouraging blood flow. It was stiff and painful at first, but it got better as the muscles remembered how to work. It was like his body was waking up after a long sleep. Jack moved on to give similar treatment to his other arm and both legs. He was still weak and tired, but he could at least sit up. He even managed to get to his knees with Jack's help.
"That's it, Gav...You want some water, right? Come here." He did want water. His whole body was literally screaming for water. He'd do pretty much anything at this point. Green eyes blinked, unfocused, as a hand laced in his hair and pulled his head forward. He was on his knees and almost collapsed as Jack led him forward. Hearing the telltale sound of a zipper, Gavin winced, pinching his eyes and trying to focus on the body in front of him. "Open up, Gav..." Something nudged his closed mouth. Something fleshy and eerily familiar. It was instinctual as his lips parted. "That's a good boy..." Fuck, it was nice to be called that.
Gavin whined softly, shuddering at the familiar feeling of a cock pushing into his waiting mouth. This was easy. He knew how to do this. He knew what Jack wanted. It was a little hard at first. His tongue felt dried out and sticky as he dragged it over the tip. It was almost as if Jack read his mind as droplets seeped from the tip to wet his mouth. He could have cried in relief. His saliva glands ached as they tried to grind out moisture that wasn't there. Finally, his tongue felt normal enough to lick and lather the tip of the godly cock in his mouth. Jack chuckled softly as Gavin blindly shuffled closer and weakly grabbed at his hip where he knelt before him.
"So eager..." Of course, he was eager! He was literally dying of thirst! "Easy, Gav..." Jack settled lower on his knees so that he didn't need to hold himself up so much. Resting his forearms on Jack's knees, Gavin pulled off the fleshy cock and panted. "If you do a good job, you can have all the water you want." That sounded like a pretty good deal to him. He was good at sucking dick. It was something his ex-boyfriends had always praised him for. The hand returned to his hair as he reached out a weak hand to grip Jack's solid cock. He wasn't sure if he'd already prepped himself before coming in or if it was an automatic program he had running, but his cock was already throbbing.
He leaned in and licked from base to tip, closing his eyes to lose himself in his current task. It was a nice cock, almost familiar in length and girth. He tried not to think about it too hard as he swirled his tongue around the tip and listened to Jack gasping and moaning a few words of praise. If he had the energy, his own cock may have stirred at such praise and kindness after so much pain and isolation. The hand coaxed him closer, wordlessly leading him to open wider and take in the first few inches. Jack almost sounded relieved as he sighed and nudged his hips, almost knocking Gavin's gag reflex with the tip.
The angle wasn't great. Being so weak, Gavin didn't have the energy to hold himself up and find a better position. Despite that, he did his best to make it work. He gripped half the throbbing cock in his hand and pumped in time with his gentle bobs. What he lacked in depth, he made up for with swirls of tongue and hard sucks. Judging by the little gasps and moans, he assumed he was doing at least a passable job. Was passable good enough? Would passable get him the water he so desperately needed? Gavin's brow furrowed in determination as he shuffled back a little to give himself more room.
He had to make this the blow job of his life. His life depended on it. What if Jack denied him water for doing a shitty job? He couldn't afford to let fatigue keep him down. Opening his thighs a little wider, he settled as low we he could, trying to make a straight passage from his mouth to his throat. The hand in his hair moved to stroke down over his back, rubbing over each notch in his spine. He really was wasting away at this point. It was a shame they had to go so far to break him down, but it was the best way to set him free.
"Fuck, that's it, Gav. Show me what you can do." Oh, he'd show him alright. Jack wouldn't know what hit him. Gavin licked the underside of his cock as he sucked around the tip, squeezing and pumping the solid muscle. Taking a breath, he surged forward, taking about half before sliding back. He needed to work his way up to the full length, but this was already a much better angle than before. "God, Gav, so good!" Damned right he was good! Heat swelled in Gavin's chest as he surged forward again. He was going to suck him off, and Jack was going to give him water. The eager rock of Jack's hips certainly didn't seem to argue.
Desperation was finally waking him up again. His vision was clearer as he opened his glistening green eyes to almost glare up at Jack. He looked exactly as he remembered. Short sandy hair that just brushed his eyebrows, all soft and fluffed. Crystal blue eyes that were just a bit darker than Chloe's currently stared down with more lust than he'd ever seen. His perfect lips were parted as he gasped for breath, skin flushed a healthy shade of pink in the heat that lingered between them. His heart ached as he looked up. It was Jack. Jack! His Jack! The man he'd been in love with since the day they met. The man who'd never looked at him twice.
"Oh, fuck, Gav!" His voice was husky and rough, just as he'd always imagined it would be at times like this. The hand returned to his hair, desperately pulling him down for more. Gavin moaned around the cock in his mouth and moved to grip his hips instead, holding his throat open as best he could as Jack rocked up. "Oh-yeah-oh!" The tip hit the back of his throat and Gavin swallowed around it, enjoying the way Jack gasped and shuddered as he pulled off. After a few quick gasps, he was back, nose buried in dark curls as he sucked and worked his throat around Jack's cock.
More moans and exclamations followed, words of praise and adoration. Jack had never looked at him like that before. Blue eyes glittered with lustful promises he'd only ever seen in dreams. He gasped and moaned his name like a prayer, the way a lover might. His hands were gentle as he stroked his back and gripped his hair, leading him back and forth. Gavin's skin prickled with a craving he hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. It had been cold for so long he'd forgotten how it felt to be warm. He wasn't sure if Jack was warming him or if it was the increased activity, but his skin finally felt normal.
"You're doing so good, God!" Gavin whined around the cock in his mouth, sucking and ducking over and over. He was doing a good job. He was making Jack happy. If Jack was happy, he'd give him water. "That's it-that's-it-Oh! Gav!" Gavin almost growled as he pushed forward and sucked the solid length as far as it would go. He grunted as Jack took over, gripping his head with both hands and bucking his hips in a steady rhythm. That was fine. He could take it. He'd worked his way up to it, and his throat was now loose and willing. Ungodly moans slipped from Jack's lips as he used his throat like a Fleshlight, staring down at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Gavin whined and held on for dear life, fingers quivering as he gripped the loose denim at Jack's hips. His whole body moved with the motion, rocking on his knees, bumping his nose on Jack's pelvis and sliding all the way to the tip. He had just enough time to swipe his tongue along Jack's glans, making him hiss and moan each time before dragging him back. Gavin started pulling and pushing along with the thrusts, throwing himself into it and greedily swallowing down each thrust. His name fell from Jack's lips like a prayer until he finally let out a low moan and pulled his lips all the way back to the tip.
"Good boy, Gav. Good...Drink it down, that's it..." Gavin outright moaned as Jack's cock started dripping. It started slow, just a small trickle as if letting him know what was coming. He thought it was ejaculate at first, but upon the first gulp he realised it was water. Fresh, cool water! One would expect any liquid coming from within an android to be warm from all the working components, but the water was cool. It wasn't like it was iced or kept in a fridge, but it was colder than body temperature. "That's it, good..." Gavin whined and pulled himself closer, sucking greedily like his dick was a straw. It was almost like Jack understood and increased the flow.
Water gushed down his throat. He swallowed gulp after gulp, almost afraid of stopping in case Jack left and didn't let him drink again. He was probably going to make himself sick after going for so long without and having such a sudden intake, but he didn't care. It was water! He had water! He didn't even care that he was sucking a dick to get it. A hand laced in his hair and stroked his scalp, gentle murmurs telling him to slow down. Why? He said he could have all the water he wanted. Why did he have to slow down?
"I think you're ready to come outside..." Gavin's heart almost stopped at that. Really? He was letting him out? "You'll be good for me, won't you?" Gavin nodded. He'd do anything if it meant getting out of this cold room. Jack seemed to understand from the desperation in his sunken eyes. He was gentle as he got to his feet and scooped his filthy body into his arms. The filth wasn't from dirt or dust, he just hadn't bathed in months. He was greasy. There was crusted shit between his cheeks. His stubble had overgrown. Jack didn't care about the filth, or the accompanying smell, as he carried him through to the bathroom next door. "I think you need a good hose down." Gavin couldn't argue with that.
Jack carried him to the freestanding tub and set him on his knees. The showerhead was detachable, and he warmed the water before rinsing him off, starting with his filthy ass. Gavin gasped and hummed at the feeling of water hosing his tight entrance, blasting the dried shit away and washing it down the drain. The water moved higher, rinsing his back and shoulders before soaking his greasy hair. Gavin pushed himself up, wanting to clean his front as well. Jack praised him as he pushed up, supporting him with one hand while hosing him down with the other.
"That's a little better, right?" It was worlds better. He'd happily just accept that if that's all that was on offer. "Let's scrub you properly." He could have cried at the news. Really? He was getting a proper shower? Warm water and soap? Shampoo? Conditioner? "Hey, it's okay! Don't cry about it..." Jack was gentle as he wiped his glittering eyes and pressed gentle kisses against his temple. "You've been good, right? Good boys get rewarded." Gavin nodded and sniffled with gratitude, watching in silence as Jack grabbed a fresh shower scrunchie and a bottle of his usual shower gel. It was like being home. The familiar scent hit the air, and he closed his eyes, shuddering in relief as gentle hands scrubbed his body clean.
Jack was thorough, working his way into every nook and crevice. He soaped and massaged his feet, getting between each toe. Scrubbed the hollow behind his knee and every inch of his thighs. He bent him over the tub and had him hold his cheeks apart as he mercilessly scrubbed his ass clean and thoroughly soaped his cock and balls. Moving over his back and sides, he turned him to get at his chest and navel, working his finger inside the small hole to clean there, too. He lifted his arms one by one and scrubbed right into his armpits. His neck and face were soon clean, and he even scrubbed his ears. Hot water rinsed the suds away, bringing on a fresh bout of tears.
He felt clean again! His whole body was humming with tingles and warmth. Jack stroked his head, hushing him softly as he brought the shampoo and conditioner. Gavin's bottom lip trembled as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Warm tears slid down his cheeks as Jack lathered his hair and massaged his scalp. It felt so fucking good! He moaned as the fingers pressed harder, leaning back into the tender touch and turning his head this way and that. His hair was rinsed, and the process started again with conditioner. When he was done, Jack hosed him down once more and lifted him out, barely getting him to stand on shaky legs as he wrapped him in a fluffy white towel. Gavin's whole body was singing. He was warm, clean, and swaddled in softness.
"Here, I'll get you some pyjamas." I get clothes? Gavin almost cried again as he watched Jack search the drawers and pick out a tight pair of plain boxers and some soft flannel pyjamas. They looked familiar. Red tartan bottoms with a matching scotty dog on a white top. Are these my pyjamas? He remembered wearing these. If these are my pyjamas, is this...my room? There was a bed and his clothes, so it probably was. Jack helped as he returned, rubbing him down and pulling the boxers over his feet and up his legs. The most he expected Gavin to do was lift his hips. It was the same with the pyjamas. Jack dressed him like a patient parent. "That's better, isn't it?" It was so much fucking better! The pyjamas were soft and comfortable, and the bed was cosy as Jack helped him slip beneath the covers. "I'm going to bring you something to eat, so you just lie here and rest, alright?"
"Th-thank you." They were the first words he'd spoken in what seemed like weeks. His voice was a little hoarse and scratchy from the lack of water and hard fucking earlier, but they were enough to make Jack's face light up. His blue eyes warmed as he stroked his damp hair and settled him back against the pillows.
"You don't need to thank me, Gav. We're partners." That's right. Jack was his partner. Until three years ago when he...A pit opened in his stomach at the thought and he gripped Jack's hand, pulling it against his chest. That couldn't be right! Jack was right here! He was warm and real and standing by his bed. Nothing bad happened. Everything was fine. Jack seemed to know something was bothering him as he tilted his head and leaned down. "It's okay, Gav...Just relax and close your eyes...I'll be back with dinner soon." Yeah...That sounds good...Gavin swallowed as he obediently settled against the pillow and closed his eyes, still gripping his hand. His heart thudded as the covers were lifted to brush his chin and gentle murmurs told him he was safe. Something in the pit of his stomach twisted at that. He wasn't safe. It wasn't right. But for now, he was willing to cling to the lie.