Reed me until 900 - #13
Gavin was lost in a haze, the world around him reduced to shadows and sensations. He was in his apartment, but everything felt different—more intense, more vivid. The air was thick with anticipation, every breath he took was heavy with desire. He didn't know how he had gotten there, but none of that mattered now. All he could focus on was the presence standing just behind him, a figure so familiar yet so enigmatic.
RK900 was there, watching him with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. There was a charged atmosphere between them, a magnetic pull that Gavin couldn't resist. He took a step closer, and RK900 mirrored the movement, their bodies almost touching.
Gavin's breath hitched as RK900's hand brushed against his arm, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. The android's touch was cool, almost too cool, but it ignited something deep within Gavin—an overwhelming need that he couldn't explain.
Without thinking, Gavin reached out, his hand landing on RK900's chest, feeling the firmness of the android's body beneath his palm. He expected it to feel hard, mechanical even, but it was surprisingly warm, almost human. He could feel the slight rise and fall of RK900's chest as if he were breathing, the rhythm matching Gavin's own rapid heartbeat.
"Gavin," RK900's voice was a low, husky murmur that reverberated through Gavin's entire being.
Before he could respond, RK900 leaned in, capturing Gavin's lips in a searing kiss. The world tilted, and Gavin felt like he was drowning, every nerve ending in his body alight with pleasure. RK900's lips were firm yet soft, moving against his with a precision that made Gavin's head spin. It was unlike any kiss he'd ever experienced—controlled, intense, and all-consuming.
Gavin moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in RK900's hair, pulling the android even closer. He could feel RK900's hands on his waist, gripping him tightly, possessively. The kiss deepened, their tongues clashing in a battle for dominance that left Gavin breathless. He was lost in the sensation, in the way RK900's body pressed against his, in the heat that seemed to radiate from the android's skin.
Their clothes were suddenly gone, as if they had evaporated into thin air, and Gavin could feel every inch of RK900's body against his own. The android's hands roamed over his back, his sides, his hips, mapping out every contour of Gavin's body with a thoroughness that bordered on worship.
Gavin's breath came in ragged gasps as RK900's lips trailed down his neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Gavin's mind was a blur, his thoughts scattered to the wind as he gave himself over to the sensation, to the overwhelming need that had taken control of him.
"It's all coz of alcohol... and the stress... and... I'm just f*cking drunk..." He kept making up excuses.
He saw the android looking into his eyes, a few words leaving his mouth. "They stay this way... Stay drunk." Gods, it felt like he heard it somewhere before...
RK900's hands slid lower, gripping Gavin's ass and pulling him even closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. Gavin could feel the hardness of RK900's arousal pressing against him, and he couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through him at the thought of what was to come. That f*king android had a huge dick... and he could feel it...
"RK," Gavin gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper - a whisper he couldn't believe he uttered. "I need you..."
RK900's response was a growl, low and primal, as he captured Gavin's lips once more in a bruising kiss. His hands moved to Gavin's thighs, lifting him effortlessly, and Gavin wrapped his legs around RK900's waist, feeling the heat between them intensify.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, each thrust, each grind, each touch driving them both closer to the edge. Gavin was lost in the sensation, in the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to consume him. He could feel RK900's body shuddering beneath him, the android's normally composed exterior cracking under the weight of their shared desire.
All that touching and thrusting against each other made him hungry for the android's cock, he wanted more... but suddenly, RK900 pinned him hard against the wall and thrust against him. And then, they shattered together, a blinding wave of ecstasy crashing over them, leaving them both trembling in its wake. Gavin cried out, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as he rode out the aftershocks, his body shaking with the intensity of it all - still angry he came just from some foreplay rather than from his dick in his as...
Gavin awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he could feel the evidence of his arousal, sticky and warm against his stomach. He groaned, his mind reeling from the vividness of the dream, the sheer intensity of it.
"Fuck..." he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face. "What the hell was that?"
He lay there for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, but the images were seared into his brain—RK900's touch, his kiss, the way their bodies had moved together. It had felt so real, so intense, that Gavin couldn't help but wonder if it had been more than just a dream.
He needed to clear his head, to wash away the lingering heat that still clung to his skin. Gavin stumbled out of bed, his legs shaky, and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping under the spray.
The cold water hit his skin, shocking him back to reality. Gavin closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him, trying to erase the sensations that still lingered. But no matter how hard he tried, the memory of the dream wouldn't fade. It haunted him, taunting him with the feelings it had stirred.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered, scrubbing at his skin as if he could wash away the thoughts that plagued him.
But deep down, Gavin knew the answer. The dream had awakened something in him, something he had been trying to deny ever since that night with RK900. It wasn't just about the case, or the tension between them—there was something more, something deeper that he couldn't ignore.
And as much as he tried to push it away, Gavin knew that he couldn't. The feelings were there, buried just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged. Just like the memories of that f*cking night...
"Sh*t... I kissed that plastic prick" he uttered completely shocked.
*
Meanwhile, back at the precinct, RK900 was in his charging station, his systems running through the events of the night at Detective Reed's place. He replayed the memory over and over, analyzing every detail, every sensation. He had been trying to understand the strange new variables that had entered his system since that night with Gavin and the subsequent feelings that had arisen.
As an android, RK900 was designed to understand human behaviour, analyze emotions, and predict outcomes. But this—this was something entirely different. It was as if his programming had been rewritten, new algorithms forming and intertwining with the old ones, creating a new set of parameters that he was struggling to comprehend. Was this how deviants really felt?
He had never considered the implications of his body being designed to mimic human physiology so closely, down to the smallest detail. His creators had insisted on the inclusion of fully functional genitalia as a concession to the growing demand for android rights, ensuring that androids could experience life as closely to humans as possible. But RK900 had never had cause to consider that part of his design—until now.
In his analysis, RK900 attempted to simulate different scenarios based on the data he had collected from that night. He tested various hypotheses, introducing different variables, and different reactions from Gavin, trying to understand what had driven him to act as he did. He wanted to comprehend the pull he felt towards Gavin, the need to be closer to him, to explore the connection they had shared.
His simulations produced a range of outcomes, but the common thread was the sensation of warmth, the rush of pleasure, and the way his systems had responded to Gavin's touch. It was a feedback loop, one that kept drawing him back to that moment, over and over again.
RK900 couldn't ignore the fact that his interactions with Gavin had triggered a new set of responses, ones that went beyond his original programming. It was as if a new pathway had been unlocked, one that was leading him down a path he hadn't anticipated. And yet, he found himself eager to explore it, to understand what it meant for him—for them.
As RK900 continued his analysis, he couldn't help but wonder where this would lead. He had always operated within the confines of logic and reason, but now there was something else at play—something that defied explanation, something that was distinctly... human.
And for the first time, RK900 found himself questioning what it meant to be an android, and what it meant to feel.