It's Not in My Programming

Two: The Procedure.

"jesus, not like that! listen, how about you go see markus? he'd be much better at explaining this shit than i am. do you want a ride?"

connor nods, wiping away the rest of his tears before going to the car. he waits a few minutes until hank comes back out, grumbling about "fuckin' androids" and "what would i know about rubber dicks, i'm not in college anymore."

when hank pulls up to jericho, connor says a quick goodbye and promises to get a taxi home later that night. he doesn't want hank to come by and get him after this, he has no idea how long it'll take and he prefers that hank isn't waiting up for him after a situation like this.

markus, are you home? i need to see you immediately.

yes, of course. you're programmed into my security already, just walk in.

connor helps himself up to the fourth floor, walking up to the small identification panel next to markus' apartment door.

"name and model." the machine reads out.

"connor anderson, RK800."

after a few seconds, the door opens up and connor lets himself in. markus is sitting on the couch with his eyebrows pulled together, and he stands when the door opens.

"is everything alright connor? it sounded like an emergency." markus frowned and stepped closer, shutting the door behind connor and guiding him to the couch.

"it is, my penis is broken." he deadpanned.

if markus could choke, he would have.

"that's impossible, it's brand new."

connor might just cry again, which makes him blue in the face. there's no way he can cry in front of markus!

"i know it's brand new, but it's unable to get an erection. i was correct in saying that it isn't a part of my programming, this was a mistake and i want it removed right now."

"woah- slow down," markus looks even more worried now, grabbing connor's face so they can look eye to eye. "listen to yourself, you sound crazy! slow down and tell me what happened once you and hank got back home."

"well, i went in to the bathroom and pulled my pants down, then grabbed my penis. nothing happened, no thirium flow or anything. it didn't get an erection and there's no other explanation except for it being defective. this feels like some kind of sick joke!"

markus sighed and just grabbed his hand comfortingly, tilting his head while trying to think of the right thing to say. "oh, con... it doesn't work like that, okay? you have to-" he cut himself off, deciding on words that connor would understand the best. "you have to stimulate yourself for a little while, you can't just touch it and get an erection. you know- think of something that you think is sexy, or tease yourself for a little bit. maybe even try watching porn?"

"i've seen porn many times, markus. i don't understand what's so appealing about watching two people having intercourse." he frowned and pulled his hand away. "i'm really starting to regret this."

"no- here," markus blurted, wanting to make connor feel safe, not like he just destroyed his body. "let me help you, okay?"

the naive android swears he could've short circuited from that, but he breathes harder to cool down his systems. "help me?"

"yes, i'll help you."

without saying anything else, markus gently moves to grab connor's inner thigh. he rubs it for a little bit before letting his hand travel up.

"markus, i-"

"shush," he says, scooting closer to him. "i just want to make you feel better."

"this is deceivingly similar to seduction porn."

markus laughs loudly, pulling his hand away to instead hug connor.

what is so funny? why is this suddenly funny?

connor reluctantly hugs back, not ignoring the fact that he'd prefer markus' hand to return back to his thigh. is this what lust is?

the older of the two pulls back from the hug a bit, however staying close to connor. he lets his hand wander back down to connor's thigh, exceptionally close to where it needs to be. he starts to kiss on connor's neck, doing whatever he can to relax him.

"what do you think is sexy?" he asks.

it's a simple question, but connor feels like he has to wrack his brain for the right answer. he knows what is traditionally sexy: red and black lace, big dicks, eating chocolate off of each other. however, he's never personally looked at something and thought about it being sexy. at the very least, he thought markus' hand on his thigh could be considered incredibly sexy.

"i would say you touching me right now." he says warily, not sure if that's a good answer or not.

markus simply nods, keeping his lips on connor's neck to pull a blue mark up to the skin. connor feels like he could die.

"i also think you kissing me is very sexy."

that pulls a laugh from him, which connor thinks is a good thing.

"you're really funny, you know that?" markus hums. connor would love to take a moment to appreciate the compliment, but markus' hand has officially crept up to cup his dick. he shivers, feeling the thirium rush down to his crotch.

it's about damn time, he thought.

"does this feel good, con? want me to keep going?"

connor instantly nods his head as fast as he can, gaining another laugh from markus. he could listen to markus laugh all day, even if he didn't get the opportunity to be fondled. he felt his pants being unzipped, and was relieved when markus pulled out his aching cock.

"you're so hard, you poor thing. and to think that you thought it was broken." markus snorted, quickly moving his hand up and down to jerk connor off.

his head fell back against the couch, fans working overtime to keep him cool on the inside. he kept bucking his hips up into markus' hand, unable to stop himself. it all felt too good. it was becoming overwhelming.

"shit- markus, it's too much, you have to stop." he rushed out, while making no attempt at pushing markus away. his LED starts to spin yellow, worried that he was about to break. there were no error messages and when he did a system scan, nothing came up. however, he feels like he's about to fall off the edge.

markus pays him no mind, intentionally speeding up the motions of his hand. he continues to suck on connor's neck, moving up to behind his ear. which. okay.

he let out a moan and felt his hips buck up again, this time harder. something was about to happen and he realized that he was about to reach a climax.

"i'm going to orgasm," he stated, and markus simply nodded while rubbing his thumb against the head of connor's dick.

that's all it took for connor to let out another moan that seemed far away, and he came all over his stomach, pants, and markus' hand. on a normal occasion, he might feel bad about creating such a mess. however, he has a suspicion that markus knew what he was getting himself into.

after a few minutes of connor panting and markus licking at his neck, he finally relaxed enough to speak. "that was amazing."

"still think it's broken?"

-

when connor got back home after spending the rest of the afternoon with markus, he was grateful that hank was already asleep. he didn't want to have to talk about how it went, and he definitely didn't want to have to explain the blue marks dotted all over his neck.

he sits down on the couch and starts thinking about what happened that day. he knows he won't forget it for a very, very long time. possibly never. and it is exactly what connor decides he'll think about once he finally decides to masturbate. as for now, he starts composing a message to the android he'd just had his first orgasm with.

thank you for today. you didn't have to do it, but i'm so grateful that you did.

no need to thank me, i'm just doing what a good friend does!

ouch.