Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN_
GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE
Winston woke up feeling particularly cozy and well rested. The moment of peace he found upon waking was quickly disturbed when he realized that not only was he using Calvin as a pillow, but Calvin was… cuddling him.
Sometime during the night, Winston must have rolled over, and Calvin had gathered him in his arms. Their legs were tangled together and Winston’s stupid dick was awake too. Awake and hard and pressed against Calvin’s leg.
Winston carefully extracted himself from Calvin’s arms, even though it had been an exceedingly comfortable cuddle. The movement woke Calvin, though, if that was even the correct term. He opened his eyes and looked at Winston as he made his escape.
“I—ah.” Winston sat up and cleared his throat. “I apologize for draping myself all over you.”
Why was he apologizing to a robot? It wasn’t like Calvin could be upset or offended by Winston’s inappropriate middle-of-the-night snuggle.
“There’s no need to apologize, Winston. I assure you the cuddling was consensual.”
“The cuddling was what?” Winston couldn’t be sure that he heard Calvin correctly. He’d only been awake for a few minutes and not certain that he wasn’t still asleep and dreaming this absurdity.
“You were unsettled. According to the literature I downloaded last night, intimate contact can help settle humans. I took the liberty of initiating that contact.”
Winston stared at Calvin as he tried to process what he’d been told.
He’d been unsettled, and Calvin took it upon himself to find a way to settle him.
To assist him. To help him. When people offered Winston help, it usually came with strings.
But Calvin had no outside motives. He was the string.
Calvin was the shiny toy sent to distract him from the fact that his father could find time to shop for robots but not to bother having a cup of coffee with his own son.
“Why?” Winston found himself asking. “Why did you initiate contact?” Calvin’s choice of phrase felt strange on Winston’s tongue, but it was better than asking why Calvin cuddled him.
“You were unsettled. Your sleep wasn’t deep enough to be restful. Humans need an average of eight hours of sleep a night to ensure a proper rest is achieved.”
“You… cuddled me to help me sleep better?”
Calvin nodded. Just once.
He had seen a need, and he fulfilled it. He helped Winston with no thought of what he might get out of it. What favor it might grant him. As far as Winston knew, Calvin didn’t have the same wants that motivated humans. He couldn’t.
Where greed and personal gain drove some people, Calvin wasn’t capable of those things.
Even Lucky and Novak benefited in some way from being Winston’s best friends.
He loved them both, and he knew they loved him back, but he was also aware that they were just people, flawed and imperfect like himself.
Lucky loved the gadgets that Winston’s father bribed him with, and Novak enjoyed not living in campus housing.
Everyone in the house benefitted in some way from their relationship with Winston. Everyone except for Calvin.
“Tell me what you want, Calvin.”
“I’m not sure I understand the question.” Calvin tilted his head and looked at Winston, genuinely perplexed. He shifted around and sat up to face Winston.
“Are you programmed to want things the way people want things?”
“I’m programmed to serve you, but I can’t have wants the way a person has them. My programming tells me to constantly see if there are ways I can make your life better and easier.”
“And what happens when you achieve those things? What happened when you helped me sleep better?”
“Nothing. Once you settled, I entered rest mode to conserve energy.”
“You…went to sleep.”
“Does that displease you?”
“No. I’m just trying to make sense of everything.
I’ve never had a robot before.” For reasons unknown, even to himself, Winston reached out and patted Calvin on the knee.
“You did a good job last night. I do feel rested this morning. Thank you. And I apologize for my line of questioning. I merely wanted to understand.”
“Do you eat breakfast?” Calvin asked. “It’s the most important meal of the day yet fifteen to twenty percent of people skip the meal.”
“Breakfast would be fine, thank you. Whatever you can manage, plus a coffee. Black, two sugars.” Winston got out of bed and stretched his arms toward the ceiling.
He rolled his head from side to side and stretched as far as he could before dropping his arms by his sides.
The cuddle session really had improved his sleep and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Winston felt rested.
“I’m going to shower. I’ll be down for breakfast shortly.”
Calvin got out of bed and Winston watched as he set the covers to rights with speed and precision that Winston would never possess. He also only made his bed when absolutely necessary. Generally, he let it be a rumpled heap of comfort, but he had to admit that it looked nicer this way.
Winston only managed to slip away to his en suite when Calvin went downstairs. He’d have to get used to having him around and not let himself get distracted by his presence. Eventually, the novelty would wear off.
Winston stripped out of his clothing and was grateful for the fact that he’d sent Calvin down to get breakfast going.
If Calvin saw the state of Winston’s cock, he might have been compelled to offer assistance, and Winston wasn’t sure that he’d turn him down.
There was a reason that robots were built to withstand physical intimacy from humans, and it was because of perverts like Winston, who wouldn’t say no to a slick hand or mouth wrapped around his cock.
He shoved his lewd thoughts away and got under the spray, but his mind didn’t stay clear for long.
His cock had been throbbing since he woke up pressed against Calvin.
Winston wasn’t about to defile the poor robot, but in another life, he might have ground his erection into Calvin’s thigh.
He might have asked Calvin to finger him until he wept.
He might have asked for the things he didn’t dare ask anyone else.
He barely admitted them to himself. If he ever did, then he might not be able to stop himself from wanting them.
Needing them. As it was, Winston was held together by wishful thinking and piles of denial.
His father was too rich, too powerful, and his wealth and power had always tainted Winston’s pool of friends.
He’d learned that lesson a long time ago, and he’d never let himself forget it.
Winston’s cock wasn’t letting him forget either. It had a mind of its own, and right then it wanted relief. It wanted things Winston wouldn’t give it. Couldn’t give it. So it had to settle for an old-fashioned jerk session in the shower.
But instead of faceless men filling Winston’s desires, it was Calvin. Calvin’s hand on his cock. Calvin’s chest pressed against Winston’s back. His voice in Winston’s ear. His cock nestled in the crack of Winston’s ass.
Winston would never command such things from Calvin, but he liked to imagine that Calvin would see the need, and his programming would kick in and tell him to fill it.
To be the things Winston needed. To wrap his unnaturally strong arms around Winston and cage him there.
The mere thought of it had all the blood rushing to Winston’s cock.
No one would ever need to know that he’d jerked off to the idea of Calvin pleasuring him.
There was no way for them to know the kinds of things that went on in his head as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it.
Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, he let his head drop forward and he gave himself over to the fantasy.
Winston never lacked a partner when he wanted one, but he’d long since stopped picking up men outside of campus.
He was no stranger to hooking up with his housemates either.
He and Lucky had burned off plenty of steam together.
He loved the intimacy they sometimes shared, even if they weren’t a hundred percent compatible.
But Winston currently dreamed of a different set of lips pressing into the back of his neck as someone stronger took him from behind.
His hand flew faster. Pressing his forehead against the wall to steady himself, he pinched his nipple, twisting it as hard as he could.
The pressure in Winston’s balls increased as his release neared.
Biting his lip to stifle a shout, he jerked faster.
Harder. Until he was so desperate for release that he couldn’t hold back anymore.
His orgasm slammed into him, and his voice caught as he watched ribbons of cum paint the shower wall.
The orgasm satisfied his immediate need, but it left him feeling a bit off-center.
Winston dwelled on things. Big things and small things alike.
Nothing was too insignificant for him to obsess over.
Sated for now, Winston finished his shower, dressed for class, then headed downstairs. Calvin was in the kitchen and when he heard Winston approach, he turned to face him and shot him a bright smile.
“Good morning, Sunshine.”
Winston stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t expected the exuberant greeting, but he found it wasn’t unwelcome. “Good morning, Calvin,” he returned the greeting and made his way over to him.
Calvin had made a pot of coffee and was working on breakfast.
“Until the grocery delivery, toast and jam will have to suffice. I hope that’s acceptable.”
“It’s more than fine, thank you.” Winston took a seat on one of the stools at the counter.
“What’s your schedule like today? Will you need my assistance for anything?” Calvin asked as he buttered two slices of toast, then spread a liberal amount of raspberry jam on them.
“You can stick around here and… do whatever you see needs doing. I have class in forty minutes, and then I have a study group after that. I should be home early afternoon, if all goes well.”
Calvin brought the toast to Winston and set it in front of him. “Here’s your breakfast, Sunshine.”
Winston paused at the second instance of the endearment. “You keep calling me Sunshine.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I don’t dislike it,” Winston confessed. He took a bite of his toast and chewed it slowly while he thought about it. “I’m just curious about why you’re calling me Sunshine. That’s all.”
“I’ve been studying human behaviors. The better I fit in, the more at ease you and your companions—your friends—will be around me. I don’t want to cause disruption.”
“You’re trying to blend in.”
“Yes. I believe it will be beneficial to you if I do.”
Winston couldn’t stop the stupid smile that appeared on his face. “You’re calling me Sunshine because you want to help me. And you think fitting in will help me.”
“Yes.”
Lacking a response, Winston took a bite of his toast. “It’s good toast. Thank you, Calvin.”
Cal smiled, seemingly pleased by the praise.