Now you see me

Simon relaxed back into the wall, jaw dropping open as he stared at his blurry reflection in the refrigerator across the large room. Damn open concept modern houses.

Of course there was no stopping Omarr; it was like at the festival when Omarr pulled them to the air-brush stall, then the giant teddy bear, then the fish. And this time was no different from those other times because Simon found himself not wanting Omarr to stop. He really really didn’t want Omarr to stop. 

“Oh, god Omarr, baby you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful like this.” Simon was looking down now at the ‘android’, whose mouth and tongue felt like nothing synthetic. They were as real, warm, and as soft as they were against Simon’s own mouth earlier. The only strangeness about it was how Simon swore he could feel vibrations beyond Omarr’s eager bobbing, the hum coming from all his inner workings and traveling straight to Simon’s cock and up his spine. Fuck. 

“Oh, fuck-” He swallowed, watching and smoothing a hand over Omarr’s hair. “You don’t have to go fast if you don’t want to, go easy, take your time, I know it’s a lot. Take your time.” Simon assured him; then a thought struck the doctor. If Omarr didn’t need to eat or breath he could literally take all the time he wanted. The idea was so strange and a little bit amazing (coupled with the fact he was the first to introduce this android to blow jobs) his cock twitched and his hips jerked.

“When you’re done here, and you’ve memorized the exact taste and weight of my cock on your tongue I want to take you up to the bedroom so I can see you laid down and spread out for your first time. Get you naked and run my hands over every last part I haven’t touched of you and when I hear you make a noise I like I’ll touch you again, kiss and stroke you.” Simon stroked his hand back over Omarr’s head, cupping around the nape of his neck that could be reached. Encouraging Omarr into a more gentle rhythmic pace. “I want to taste your cock too. See you squirm on the bed as you arch up into my waiting lips when my fingers fuck that virgin ass of yours open so I can slid in easy when I’m ready.” 

“And that’s just the first time.” Simon panted heavily, partly from Omarr’s hands and mouth, and partly from his stream of consciousness sexual fantasy starring the android.  “That a satisfactory enough job?”

When Omarr set his mind to something it was easier to just let whatever was going to happen, happen. And just like how he was determined to show Simon a good time at the fair, he was determined to show Simon a good time now.

And then Simon was calling him things like ‘baby’ and ‘beautiful’ (beautiful! Had anyone called him that before?) and Omarr couldn’t help the hum, of what he’d attribute as bliss, that vibrated from his body through his lips and around Simon’s shaft. He wanted nothing more than to swallow Simon down and hear him moan and call him baby.

He didn’t even mind the cursing. In fact... It was kind of... hot (giggle.) He was making Simon curse. Omarr was. He took a sort of pride in that.

 His eyes flickered up to meet Simon’s gaze, worrying little about being neat.

Omarr liked the sound of everything that Simon was going to do to him, there was no gag when the the tip of Simon’s length hit the back of his throat. Of course there wasn’t. He couldn’t really respond to anything Simon was saying with a mouth full of cock, so he settled on a greedy (see: filthy) whine, that he hoped Simon would like. He let his lips slide from around Simon’s length, swiping his tongue over Simon’s head to catch whatever was dripping there and then his upper lip. 

His response was a simple, Mmm.

“I’d love to see your bedroom.” He stood, “And you can tell me where you want me.” hand instinctively moved to squeeze the own bulge in his pants, not exactly sure what to do with his own hard length, now pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, “Can I... feel myself for you?” Masturbation had never really been something Omarr thought about until now. And now? Now the thought of laying back on Simon’s sheets, exploring his own body for his own and Simon’s pleasure? It all made sense. He wanted Simon’s eyes on him all the time. 

“Oh Omarr,” Simon smiled, open lips parted as he watched Omarr arch and struggle to keep his keening behind his hand. But it’s what he felt that really lit a fire inside of him, Simon’s hand still kneading the android’s ample ass. He was kept close, pressed to Omarr and his bulge. The thick coil of Simon’s erection was just as obvious inside the leg of his trousers and pressed up against his thigh. Simon’s slacks a much looser prison that Omarr’s jeans.

“There’s a first time for everything, but my minds more on sex tonight.” Simon squeezed Omarr’s ass a little tighter. His hand slipping from Omarr’s nipple to join Simon’s other hand behind him, their chests flush together. “You could separate it into different acts. The first hand job, the first blow job, sucking or getting sucked off. Penetrating or getting penetrated.” Simon continued to talk, with Omarr’s hand in the way there was little chance to continue to make out.

 “Are you a virgin Omarr? Do you want me to take your virginity?” Simon’s lips brushed against Omarr’s ear. Cheek grazing up the side of Omarr’s face. “Because I really want to,” he ground his hips into Omarr’s, “and I’m curious Omarr, have you come before? Or will this be a first for you too?”

Omarr could feel Simon through his pants and couldn’t help but grind closer, greedy for more. He silently vowed that someway, somehow, he was going to take all of Simon in him. He’d make it work.There was a certain type of... pride? that came with the thought that Simon wanted to have sex with him. Omarr beamed in it.

Yes. He was a virgin. Yes, he wanted Simon to take him any which way. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so badly.  “I want you. More than anything.” 

Practically melting into Simon’s touch, Omarr had no authority to be a smart ass right now. But, dropping his hand to brush against Simon’s jaw fingertips already memorizing the feel of this man’s body, he couldn’t help the small quip, “Can I trust you to do a satisfactory job?”  his lips parted again at the friction of Simon’s hips against his, a slightly surprised whine at the jolt of pleasure, “I’ve never touched myself before.”

But, like, now he definitely would.

“What can I do?” He asked, fingers sliding between them down Simon’s chest, over the musculature of his abdomen down below Simon’s waist line. But because he felt that losing his virginity meant he was grown and in a new chapter in his life. One where he could make decisions on his own he continued, unbuttoning Simon’s slacks, “I’m going to ‘suck you off.’ I’ve decided.”

And to make sure Simon understood that that was that, and there was no stopping him, Omarr pressed the flat of his palm against Simon’s chest, pushing him back to meet the closest wall before dropped to his knees. The tip of his nose brushed against Simon’s navel, and he couldn’t stop his hands from exploring, running down and over Simon’s waist. It felt natural pressing his lips against the man’s stomach, “Tell me what you’ll do to me...” He murmured, concentrating on getting Simon’s pants down and exposing the man’s length. Now, Omarr wasn’t stupid, hand job, meant you used your hand, so he wrapped his fingers around Simon’s shaft, stroking a couple of times. Again this all felt... natural. Like he had done this before even though he knew he hadn’t. His tongue flicked over Simon’s head, and when he decided that that wasn’t bad, he employed the same sort of technique he would when fitting one of those popsicles Simon said he couldn’t have in his mouth.

“My research, yes,” Lochlan answers. He doesn’t mention Bellamy’s name, even though the man was – and still very much is – just as important. Lochlan’s just a private person about his relationship.

The little 🎃 that Omarr sends pops up on the screen, where an enthused looking stick figure takes it and starts bouncing it like a basketball, tossing it from hand to hand.

“You keep mentioning how busy I am,” he says, and it’s hard to tell with the robotic voice over the slightly crackly speakers, but Lochlan might sound amused. “You’re still thinking in terms of limitations. That’s okay, I used to think that way too. I get it. But look at this.”

On screen, the stick figure pulls down a map of Aisling. All over the city, though mostly concentrated in the North Side, there are icons. Computer icons sitting stationary in houses, the same for server icons in various office spaces. Phone icons slowly moving with their owners. Between all of them is a web.

“This is my brain now. And I’m using 99% of it at the moment. But–” A few of the web lines flash, a couple of percentage points next to phone icons ticking upward. “I can borrow processing power to expand. So I can always have time to work with you. I can always have the focus to play chess.”

The stick figure hoists a 💙 into its arms. 

“And yes, I have been monitoring Javier’s phone for some time. I’ve even had a couple of conversations with him. He’s very wary of me.”

Omarr nodded. Lochlan was doing fascinating research. Research that could make an impact. Omarr admired him.

What was he doing? He just did what he was told.

“Lochlan.” He began, “...Do you ever feel like there’s more?” A pause, “I guess that’s how you felt when you had a body. That there was so much more you could be doing, should be doing, but you just couldn’t.” Or you didn’t know what it was. Omarr didn’t have goals, or dreams, or any of those sorts of things. He kind of just was. And the more years that past, the more dissatisfied he was with that. He supposed his ultimate goal was to protect the legacy of the New Order but that wasn’t exactly a want or need. It was his... directive.

He watched the screen. And a smile tugged at his lips, “I’m always worried about being a distraction. I’m glad that will never be a problem with you.” He didn’t mind only having 1% of Lochlan to himself. He felt... Really special actually.

And Simon was so gentle with him… So cool and collected. While Omarr was lit up.

Another shiver shot through his body, to his fingertips, lips parting slightly as the man’s thumb grazed over his nipple, that and the firm firm hand on his cheek did a couple things namely arching Omarr’s chest towards Simon’s touch creating a pretty curve his his back.. Tempted to take one of his hands off Simon to pinch at a nub of skin himself, a quiet whimper escaped his throat. He’d never made a noise like that in his life, catching it before it could lewdly drip from his bottom lip and onto Simon’s bare chest.

A hand covered his mouth, Omarr managed to nod at Simon’s offer but it wasn’t like he’d remind the man if a list never came. His eyes slipped closed, the hand that wasn’t covering his mouth moving to the back of Simon’s neck, keeping him close.

Simon was almost afraid he was going too fast, at first, of course it was Omarr’s first kiss. Who else would have kissed him at the New Order’s headquarters? The engineers on the twelfth floor? Ridiculous.

But Omarr’s enthusiasm urged Simon on. That and the thought of someone else ever seeing this side of Omarr, when it was his to see and his alone. He finally felt some inkling of jealousy, wouldn’t Keaton be surprised.

Simon kissed back, curious where Omarr was impatient. He wanted to see what the android you do with those lips and a little gumption. Omarr’s flesh, or whatever it was, felt amazing under his hands; Simon ran them up and down the android’s back. He traced every swell of muscle, every hidden cord, till he ran out of them on the back and have to move on to Omarr’s chest. 

“You’re beautiful.” Simon slipped out of the kiss again, breathless and having to catch up. “So beautiful.” That embarrassing hum in Omarr’s body was making Simon’s biological systems run on over drive too, all his blood rushing downward. Simon’s hand slipped down too, around Omarr’s waist and lower till he cupped Omarr’s ass in his hands.

“I plan on taking a few of your first’s tonight. Hope that’s okay.”

Omarr had no desire to let one of the engineers on the twelfth floor kiss him. He had no desire for anyone to kiss him until Simon Clay.

Forget all mention of Javier Diaz, and Yazzie and Urchins. His directive was to kiss and be kissed by this tall, intelligent, handsome doctor. That like beer and whiskey and wore his clothes tailored and knew how to use his hands in and out of the lab.

More feelings. This time slightly annoyed. That it took him this long to experience this. He felt like he was finally being initiated into a secret sex club he had originally took no interest in.

He figured that his tongue was there for a reason, and used it to barely trace Simon’s bottom lip. If this was classified as a total tease Omarr was none the wiser, and while Simon’s hands ran down his back sending little bolts of electricity down his spine, his hands focused on running up Simon’s sides, thumbs grazing his abdomen, fingers sprawled, leading his palm up and over Simon’s chest. Naming muscles in his head as he felt them under his hand. Like the good doctor, Omarr took his time to examine the entire surface of his chest, pad of his middle finger catching on Simon’s nipple before continuing up to find the man’s shoulder.

It wasn’t until the beautiful that blinked at Simon in surprise, because of course Simon was gorgeous, the android was sure he was told that all the time. But Omarr? Omarr had never been told anything like that before. Omarr was effective. Omarr was efficient. Never was he told he was beautiful. 

He might have tried to respond, explain how he did his research and deduced that he wasn’t the exactly image of American beauty, when Simon’s hands found his ass (admittedly easy to grab onto, Omarr had some padding) and all that left fell from his lips was a sharp inhale.

Fingers dug gently into Simon’s shoulders, “-- How many firsts are there?” 

There was the excitable and enthusiastic Omarr that Simon knew and- Well

“God yes…” Simon breathed, coming to the slow realization that Omarr had said several things to reply to but all he seemed able to concentrate on was that bare chest. Yes. yes to everything that was happening right now. It was so different watching Omarr strip in the privacy of his home; it made Simon want to keep the android all to himself. 

This moment was his at least, not the New Order’s or those uptight creeps on the twelfth floor. They could undress and undo Omarr as much as they wanted but they’d never see him like this. That pure eagerness to be touched, how the android seemed to be able to throw his whole body into every feeling.

“I want to touch you everywhere.” Simon was tearing at his own clothes. His jacket tossed to the side, missing the sofa entirely. He fought with each button of his shirt, wondering why he didn’t wear more tank tops and sweat shirts before he just popped the last two off. Bare-chested he stepped closer to Omarr taking his chin again in the palm of his hand.

“I want to learn everything about your body. I want to know where I can touch you to make you feel good. I want to touch you everywhere just to see how you react,” his thumb brushed across Omarr’s lips, “and after I’m done touching I want to kiss you everywhere too.” There were some lines Simon was willing to cross and some he willingly vaulted over.

He titled his head to the side to kiss Omarr, lips parting so he could capture the android’s bottom lip between his own and graze it with his teeth. Simon pulled away only enough to catch his breath. “And that? How did that feel?”

There was something about that breathy quality of Simon’s voice that Omarr found satisfying. And while Simon was computing what few words Omarr had managed to escape his lips, Omarr was realizing that he had some power here. This wasn’t the Simon he knew from the lab, sterile clipboard Simon, working away, always busy Simon. How Simon looked at him was different now. And Omarr took major pleasure in the man’s gaze.

Omarr helped the doctor with his buttons, but lost interest when enough skin was revealed for Omarr to run the pads of his fingers over Simon’s collar bone. “I think you’re beautiful.” His eyes flickering to meet Simon’s.

Simon wanted him. And not only wanted him but wanted to make him feel good.

“Please.”

His lips parted gently under Simon’s thumb, because it just felt natural for him to do. And again he felt this excitement.

This was uncharted territory. This wasn’t programming. This was just... Omarr reacting to Simon how he felt he should and not because someone told him to.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

And, wow, what a first kiss. 10/10. 100%.

His eyes had slipped closed. And cue that hum again. Which in this situation Omarr found embarrassing. But how great was it that he felt embarrassed!?

When Simon pulled away, Omarr’s face followed, brush his bottom lip against Simon’s. A nonverbal no, come back.

Omarr had honestly never understood the appeal of kissing. Until now. Oh. now? He definitely did. And Simon had offered to do that to his whole body?

Naturally, his response was to kiss Simon again. Almost impatient. His running up the man’s bicep. What could he say? Omarr was a fast learner.

And Simon felt -- “So Good.”

Simon had never been on the receiving end of such laser focused attention. He never realized how intense Omarr’s stare could be when it was wide-eyed and evenly distributed among everything.  It exhilarating, and only a tiny bit unsettling.

Simon felt a thrilling chill run down the from his neck to the base of his spine when Omarr said his name. The android was so close as if everything he said was some national secret of grave importance he couldn’t risk it being overheard even on the mostly abandoned street in the middle of the night. And what he heard next nearly floored him.

“You talked to Keaton about weird sex stuff?” The door to Simon’s house swung open, but his eyes were on Omarr even as he walked them through. “God no. I mean.” He wanted to laugh, but he doubted an all out chuckle-fest would do much for Omarr’s self-esteem. So, Simon just locked the door behind him. 

“I don’t know what you mean by weird but don’t Worry about that Omarr, please. We can talk about that later- If you want. But now…” Simon breathed out, chest rising into the androids hand on his chest. His chin dipped down to watch Omarr’s fingers start their first tentative explorations.

“Now, we’ll just use our hands, and ourselves.” He raised his head to look Omarr in the eyes. “This is for you,” Simon raised his hand fingers raising Omarr’s chin to tilt up just slightly as Simon tiled his head down. “So I promise I’ll take it as slow as you want. We’ll go slow, I’ll touch a place and you can tell me how it feels.” Simon cupped Omarr’s cheek against his palm, already getting his part underway. His hand slid up, fingers curling under Omarr’s jaw so Simon could grip his earlobe between his thumb and forefinger to gently massage it.

“See.” The gesture seemed innocent but incredibly intimate, and Simon couldn’t help but smile. “Small touches at first, you tell me what you like and we can move on to more.”

Simon just hadn’t noticed he had been on the receiving end of such laser focus attention until now.

Omarr might not have even noticed he was staring before. It just happened. Simon walked into the room and Omarr couldn’t help but discreetly look up from whatever he was doing, eyes scanning over Simon’s jawline, or the way the man fit his clothing.

Up until now Omarr classified that as just: looking at Simon not looking at Simon.

“He mentioned it.” Omarr corrected, now slightly worried he had gotten Keaton in trouble with his brother. The ‘God, no’ was a source of relief, he looked down at his hands, on Simon’s chest, “I’m... I’m not sure what he meant either --” Ever helpful, because honestly Omarr felt like he should be doing something right now to keep him from short-circuiting from nervousness, Omarr was tempted to take Simon’s jacker off for him but was too distracted by the gentle fingers. He met Simon’s gaze and could feel himself heat under the man’s touch. If he were a laptop, it’d be about that time when the little cooling fan kicked in.

“Good.” He said without thinking, whether they had started this little test or not yet. His voice was shaky. Honestly it was a wonder that Omarr got our his response at all, let alone in english. His thoughts were all jumbled, different languages, warm oranges and browns, music... It was a mess. He was a mess and all because Simon touched him.

This was a major limitation. Omarr was meant to be near indestructible and here he was, melting to a puddle on the floor.

He head involuntarily tilted towards Simon’s hand, “This feels good.”

The smile was almost too much for Omarr to handle. “I like this.” He choked, god he was so embarrassed.

...He was embarrassed!!

And then he couldn’t help but smile because he realized how nervous he was. That he felt nervous. A  hand rose to cover his mouth. “Oh, Simon...” He paused, before crossing his arms over each other and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Simon has seen him shirtless before. But this was different, “I want you to touch me. Everywhere.” 

“do you think you have it in you to become one of those killer bots like in the movies? You could be the terminator.” he laughed as he took another grape, “I mean I would prefer you not to, but I’m just saying.”  He actually made a note to ask Simon about that, the whole killer-bot thing was a pretty scary concept. 

“well yeah, I don’t really know how they’re supposed to. I’ve never really managed to pull one off clearly.” he gestured to his quiet apartment, “love isn’t real, Omar.” he waved his straw at him, “Guys all like younger, skinnier, submissive dudes that will just bend over backward to do whatever you want. But if you’re not the perfect Stepford sugar baby, then you’re no good.” he shrugged, “imagine planning your whole life with one person, marriage, babies, the whole 9 yards. and then one day they leave you because turns out they actually have a new boyfriend–that’s what love is really like.”

“they’re good, but that’s what gets you in trouble. You’re easy to love, and we all know how I feel about the whole love thing.” he finished his smoothie and sat back on the chair, “well Simon is different. He’s really smart, fit, funny, and just all-around great guy, Nobody would leave a guy like Simon, he’s the guy you marry you know? He just never gives anybody a chance to even get to that point. I’m different, lost cause.”

Keaton had asked quite a few questions that made Omarr a little uncomfortable. But being a sex bot and being a killer bot were two different things entirely. Did he answer honestly here? Or not, for Keaton’s sake. Despite talk of weird sex stuff this visit had gone so well and the last thing Omarr wanted was for Keaton to be afraid of him. He chuckled along, “I’m not sure I could ever be as fierce as Arnold Schwarzenegger.” That didn’t really answer the question but Omarr hoped it was enough to satisfy Keaton for the time being.

Omarr sat and listened intently as Keaton spoke, leaning forward a little. He found this conversation fascinating, “...If you’ve never pulled one off clearly, how can you be sure love doesn’t exist?” He looked down at himself. He wasn’t exactly thin was he. Not that there was a inch of fat on his body. He was tempted to interject, that he had never through of marraige and babies before. That he had always been and always would work for the New Order. There wasn’t really time for a white picket fence. Omarr didn’t even know if he wanted that. Rather, he had just never... thought of it as an option before. “They don’t sound like they deserve you, Keaton.”

“you’re so sweet, Omarr. It’s too bad you’re probably not programmed to be mean, because I know you probably are very nice and sweet to everyone.”This was what life had come down to, appreciating compliments from impossible nice robots or his brother, meanwhile Javier was showered with twin dick begging to call him daddy. Life was truly unfair.

Keaton took another sip from his smoothie and nodded, “my exes always leave me for younger guys. I think I’m more of like a stand-in boyfriend, like who you date and fuck until you can get who you really want? Probably helps to get their crush jealous and then they can date them. Javier actually got a free place to live while he didn’t have one so it was actually really smart of him.” he noted while grabbing a grape from the arrangement on his table, “Simon is helping me have this surgery soon, to not feel or fall in love anymore. It’s gonna be awesome.”

“Hm.” Keaton half-frowned, “well I’m sure you’re very helpful.” but he couldn’t imagine what it was like to just be on 24/7 and stand by themselves while everyone else moved on with their lives. “Well Simon sadly doesn’t date much but he’s not particular. He likes guys he probably shouldn’t. Guys that probably are too sweet and kind, or too egoistic and selfish.”

A pause, “I can adapt to the people I’m around. And respond to certain comments or actions accordingly. Just like you can,” A small smile, “But I’m sure there’s someone out there that doesn’t think I’m very sweet.” He could name one right now: Yazzie.  “-- I’m glad you do though.”

“And then they move on to someone else.” He completed Keaton’s thought process, “That’s horrible.” His hand rested on one of the table chairs, running his hand over the wood, “That’s not how relationships should be.” as if Omarr knew what a relationship should or shouldn’t be like in the first place. He’s read a lot of books, of course, but never actually experienced one.

Another pause to process what Keaton had just told him, “But... why would you want that?” He asked, “Isn’t love supposed to be wonderful?” 

This was stupid, what are you doing Simon? What is wrong with you. This was so stupid.

He normally didn’t need to berate himself mentally so much. He was good at his job. He was good at generalized hoeing and seduction. Why, when they were combined, was he so ineffectual.

Then he saw Omarr glance at that horrible uncomfortably rigid desk chair. No. there was no way that Simon would allow for this to continue like this.

“No, it’s not the most sensible place for this.” Sensible was the best word that Simon could manage for it. His eyes swept over the office, while it was perfectly suitable for festival rescued fish it wouldn’t do for Omarr. “There’s no way I’ll let this place be where you have your first time- experimenting I mean. First time experimenting.” Simon clarified, for Omarr’s sake. 

And again, for Omarr’s sake, he took the android by the hand. Gently running his thumb over Omarr’s knuckles as he guided him out of the lab. 

“We’re going back to my place. I have a townhouse so we’ll have space, comfort, privacy, everything we could need.” In a way this sort of hand-holding was the first ‘handsy’ move of the night. Simon could feel the softness of that skin, the strength of the metal skeleton underneath. Omarr was endlessly fascinating, and the more they made their way out of the building and toward his home the more Simon looked forward to learning just what made the Android tick.

From his research. People experimented in offices all the time.

But no it wasn’t sensible was it?

And as far as making Omarr tick Simon’s hold on his hand was enough to send a jolt of electricity through his arms and down his spine. Simon’s thumb ran over his knuckles and it was like like he was going to fall to pieces right there. Just  a heap of wires and metal on the floor.

All he could do was let Simon pull him along, and offer “Ok”s, and savor the feeling of Simon’s hand in his.

The cab was bearable enough, during which Omarr attempted to keep from malfunctioning because Simon was holding his hand and Omarr wanted to touch. Everything. But they were in a cab and that wouldn’t be socially acceptable.

He had been to Simon’s house once before, to walk him home after the fair (like the gentleman that he was) but where he might have been interested in the house itself, or the neighborhood, soaking in as much information about the surroundings, and in turn, about Simon, Omarr wasn’t too focused on anything but his lab partner.

“Simon.” His voice was slightly hushed, allowing himself to keep closer to the man than he had before now, waiting for the door to the townhouse to be opened, “Question. Keaton mentioned weird sex stuff and I -- I did some research and it all seemed mildly concerning,” the words fell from his mouth, hurried, before he could stop them, “I mean if that’s what you’re into that’s -- Well, actually I’d be slightly worried if you were into some of the things I saw.” Omarr was fairly certain he wasn’t prepared for anything near extreme, even for Simon, who he wanted to experiment with. Very much.

Did that mean he had a crush? 

And now he was worried because here they were and Omarr was half expecting a furry costume or a black vinyl masks.

Keaton laughed, “no way, me and genius?” he shook his head, “I mean, I’m sure you know. You’re probably the smartest person in all of Aisling, you know how smart I actually am.” He knew that Omarr wasn’t a person but how was he supposed to refer to him? He looked a hell of a lot like a person. 

“I’m not on grindr anymore actually.” he shrugged, “I was before my ex, but I never really used it and I don’t really trust the hygiene on there. Besides I like to think that I’m not such a hopeless case that I have to look online through a horny men database to get laid. But I probably will end up back on it once I realize I’m not exactly a prime young gay anymore.”

“your dock?” Keaton’s mind traveled back to every sci fi movie he had ever seen, “like a charging station or something? Are you just plugged in for the night with a bunch of Omarr’s?” that sounded sad, but then again Omarr probably didn’t feel sadness. “my brother Simon remember? But that’s it. Just him and I. I’m trying to get him a boyfriend though, so if you know anybody, send him his way.”

Omarr paused at that, running a hand over the back of his neck in what looked like modesty, “I don’t know about all that.” A smile, “And I can’t read minds! But from the data placed in front of me, you’re a very intelligent man, Keaton. Harvard alumni, respected in your field. That’s very impressive.”

The android knew nothing about grindr. It was irrelevant to him. Until now. “I can imagine...” He commented, wondering about the safety of these sort of apps. If he could blush he’d be all sorts of red right now. Not exactly sure how to speak on Keaton getting laid or the man’s status as a prime young gay, “Is that what men like?” Prime, young gays..

“Well then, we can do that.” Simon said flatly, not entirely sure where to go from here. 

When said straight out like this, experimenting, touching, learning, it was all very scientific. Not awkward or stilted at all. Of course Simon was in complete denial, everything about their framing made it awkward. Simon had no idea how to approach things now, what on earth Omarr actually wanted.

Was this taking advantage of his need and nativity? Moreover, Omarr was new Order ‘property’ (a sentiment that rubbed Simon the wrong way for several reasons), this certainly would be outside the parameters of proper use. 

God, had he been standing too long just staring. What was he doing with his hands, keeping them at his side of course–stiff. They ought to be touching something hadn’t they. Should he put on music or god, connect some sort of electrode to Omarr.

“Yes I’ve finished my preliminary design for Keaton’s experiment, but it should please you to know I’m taking advantage of the placebo affect. I won’t romantically castrate my best friend.” Oh yes, this made perfect foreplay discussion. Simon could have smacked himself.

A nod. “Alright.” 

He responded equally as flatly, as if he were talking to Bellamy. Omarr might as well have said: affirmative.

Being New Order property rubbed Omarr the wrong way for several reasons too, Simon, ‘s’ok.

They were like... Mirror images of each other, really, stiff, arms at their sides, just standing at attention looking at one another.

Maybe this was... just how things were supposed to start.

No it wasn’t. Omarr wasn’t stupid. Ughhh.

Another nod, “That’s good. I that’s the best decision at the moment.” He glanced at the desk, then the chair next to him, “Should... Is this the most appropriate place for..?” For whatever they were going to do. 

What were they going to do.

“I do remember that, yes.” Simon spoke slowly and carefully. In the moments he said it in the past it felt like a joke. Some fun flirty offhanded comment to share, but off course to Omarr– popscicle joke saying Omarr- he took it seriously.

And with that look Omarr was giving him– like he had a million things to say but they kept getting tied up in his gears before they could come out of his mouth– Simon was taking it seriously.

“I do mean it.” This was interesting territory, new territory. Not that Simon had any semblance of virginity or purity left, but Omarr was sort of a new thing for him. There was no telling what the android was looking for or what would next come out of his mouth. Simon was preparing himself for anything. “If it’s for your benefit, the experimentation purposes. I am finished with work today but I can’t say I’m not fascinated with further scientific discovery.” And a few other things, but god why with Omarr did this feel so much slimier than with any one else.

There were so many things the android was learning, he watched it in him. Eager, excitable, Omarr, wanting to experiment and be handsy. 

 “If that’s what you-” Simon’s voice cracked a bit, and he had to cough to clear it. “If that’s what you want, Omarr.”

Of course Omarr took it seriously. He’d thought about it for weeks.

“Yes.” He tried to sound confident and to, like, not choke, “Yes. That’s what I want.”

For what Simon lacked in virginity and purity Omarr had him fucking covered. All of this was new to him. But, listen, crush or no crush, Omarr needed more than a picture he found online and Simon was there. And Simon had offered. And, well... He was going to take the man up on it.

Was this wrong? 

Was he somehow just using Simon for his body?

Was he even supposed to be doing this sort of experimenting?

This was not in his programming.

He came to the conclusion that, since they both were on the same page here. And this was for scientific discovery. There was nothing wrong with... putting in a little extra time outside of work.

Now the question was how they were going to go about doing this over time.