13. Volt
Volt
Volt paced across the rose room. Two days without his baby boy had been far too long, even with all of his adorable texts, and long, very sexy, goodnight calls.
It had also given Volt too much time to think.
Why hadn’t he let Wallace touch him? The thought still nagged at him.
He could imagine it so easily—Wallace’s soft pink lips wrapped around his cock. The way Wallace would whimper and moan as he licked across Volt’s skin.
And it made him feel… vaguely guilty. Like maybe he didn’t deserve it.
Which was dumb. He knew exactly what Angel would say. Just because he’d been designed as a sexbot didn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be touched. Or that he didn’t deserve a real relationship.
Bobby’s face, sneering with disgust at Volt’s proposal, still looked down at him. Sadie’s nervous laughter, when she’d realized what he wanted and awkwardly tried to explain why it couldn’t be, still echoed in his ears.
Dammit. Maybe there really was something there.
He’d thought he was just being a good Daddy for Wallace. Taking care of his baby. Giving him a retreat from all the stress of the world.
And yet, somehow, he’d let him down. His sweet baby, who already had enough insecurities, thought that he wasn’t good enough.
Volt had to fix that.
And it should be easy. Sex was his most basic programming, and they should have done many such basic things long ago.
Volt could imagine Wallace’s shy pleasure as he touched him. The tentative way Wallace would straddle him, rubbing against him gently as he kissed his way down Volt’s body until he was too far gone and had to rut with abandon.
Volt would, of course, let him take control.
It was only fair. Wallace was still so new to everything.
He needed to figure out what he liked. Despite all of their delightful playtime together, Volt was still the first man Wallace had been with.
It would make sense to lie back and let Wallace explore.
Volt still tensed at the thought. A little part of him, he now recognized, was terrified at the potential turn-around. What if Wallace realized that he didn’t want a Daddy? Or if he lost that wide-eyed adoration when he saw that Volt wasn’t completely in control?
What if Wallace, like everyone before him, suddenly walked away?
A quiet knock came at his bedroom door. A quick peek at the hallway camera showed Wallace outside. Somehow, Volt hadn’t even realized that he’d arrived, let alone come upstairs. Angel must have let him in.
“Come in,” Volt made himself say.
“Hey, Daddy,” Wallace beamed, and Volt felt himself melting a little. How could anything go wrong with his baby here?
“Hey, creampuff.” He rushed over to lift Wallace in his arms, burying his nerves in a frenzied kiss. Wallace melted into him, always so beautifully pliant.
This would be fine. He was sure of it.
Mostly.
“Magnolia was just telling me about this dinner spot she thought you might like,” Volt suggested. Maybe dinner would give him a little more time to prepare. He let Wallace slip to the ground, still holding him close.
Wallace’s eyebrows rose. “Like, at a restaurant? It’s a Thursday.”
Right. Right. Monday and Tuesday were the nights Volt felt somewhat comfortable slipping away from the premises. On their busier nights, if they spent time together in the evenings it was always at Prism.
“Sorry,” Volt replied, still feeling unsettled. “I wasn’t thinking. I could have the chefbot whip something up?”
“I was hungry when I left work, so I picked something up and ate on the drive over,” Wallace told him. “And it seems silly to waste so much of our time together with me eating when we could be doing things that we both enjoy.”
Right, right. Like sex.
Cool.
Fuck. Why was he so nervous?
Sex was his literal job. He was a fuckbot. It was what he was.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Wallace asked. “I rented the sequel to the one we saw last week, and it’s supposed to be pretty good.”
Now Volt felt silly. He knew that sex wasn’t the only reason Wallace was here. Even though it had… kind of been messing with his brain.
Somehow, he’d built it up that sex was the only thing Wallace was coming over for, and that he would have to perform, and… He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did.
And his creampuff wanted to watch a movie.
God, he was messed up. He hadn’t even realized how much until just now.
He took one of Wallace’s hands in his, kissing across those plump, darling knuckles. “We could watch a movie…” he said suggestively, before licking one fingertip. “Or we could do something else.”
Because now that Wallace was here, he kind of wanted it to be over. All the stuff that had been fucking with his head since he agreed to this… It was still going to be there if they watched a movie, and he wanted to be able to enjoy that.
Whatever demons he was battling in his subconscious mind—or since Wallace pointed it out, his conscious mind—needed to be put to rest.
“Oh, um, now?” Wallace squeaked. “Like, the thing where I…” He squeezed their hands together, clearly nervous.
Seeing Wallace’s anxiety swept all of Volt’s own fears away. Well, most of them. “Where you drive me wild?” he confirmed, hoping he sounded confident. “I can’t wait to feel your hands on me.”
Wallace’s smile was breathtaking. He wasn’t intentionally seductive, but shy and hopeful, and Volt found himself falling in love all over again.
Or, not love, yet, but…
Fuck it.
He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, their bodies flowing together like a dance. Volt fought himself to not take over the kiss, to not step in and take control, but he still gobbled up each of Wallace’s needy whimpers.
“You call the shots this time,” Volt whispered against his neck. “How do you want me?”
“Oh, um… on the bed?”
Volt walked backward, taking Wallace’s hands to draw him toward their destination. Was that leading too much? Probably, but he couldn’t turn it off.
He sprawled back on the bed, his head propped on one hand and one knee tilted out invitingly. Wallace’s hungry gaze brought a swell of satisfaction. “Now what, darling?”
“Ummm… naked?” Wallace squeaked.
Volt chuckled. “Anything for my hamster.” As much as he didn’t want Wallace to be nervous, it was a balm to his own fears. He hadn’t realized how vulnerable this would make him feel. “But I want to see what you’ve been hiding for me, too.”
Wallace blushed, exactly on cue. He was getting a bit bolder in his delicately feminine self-expression, but it still brought color to his cheeks every time.
It made Volt want to rip off his clothing. Absolutely devour him with his hands and mouth.
“Okay, um…” Wallace unbuttoned his sweater and shrugged it off onto the chair. He bent to loosen the laces on his shoes, then toed them off.
It was the world’s least sophisticated strip tease, and it still had Volt entranced.
Wallace turned away. “I can’t do this if you’re looking at me!”
Volt chuckled again. “Then we might have a problem, sweetheart. Because I want to look at you all the time.”
“Well, you’re supposed to be getting naked, too,” Wallace shot back over his shoulder, half embarrassed and half confident.
Volt grinned. His sweet little baby was starting to get sassy. It was a good look.
He shucked off his clothes quickly. His movements were innately sensuous—his programming made it difficult for him to move any other way—but since Wallace wasn’t looking, he just focused on speed.
They both finished at the same time.
“Daddy,” Wallace whispered on an exhale, taking in Volt’s full nudity. He knew that his physique had been designed for this very purpose, but it still made him preen.
“Creampuff,” Volt responded with equal reverence.
Wallace was wearing one of the panty sets Volt had bought him, the fuchsia one that made him think of cyclamen petals.
Two thin straps decorated his shoulders, holding up a filmy sweep of fabric over his chest and giving a tantalizing peek at the dark hair on his soft, full belly.
The matching pink panties had a wide ruffle, or maybe a very short skirt, that swirled as he walked.
Volt’s fans whirred and his circuits heated. All he wanted was to run his hands over that silky fabric, bear Wallace down onto the mattress, and see how the ruffles would flutter when Wallace was chanting his name. But he held back.
Wallace stood at the foot of the bed, frozen in place. He swallowed hard, and reached out a tentative finger to touch the bottom of Volt’s bare foot.
The simple contact had Volt twitching, his cock swelling in anticipation.
Wallace trailed his fingers up Volt’s leg. Volt forced himself to stay still. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
Wallace’s hand reached his knee, then stopped. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered.
“You’re doing fine,” Volt assured him.
“How am I supposed to know if it feels good for you?”
Volt laughed softly. “Anything you do is going to feel good. But I’ll let you know what I like.
” It was a strange thought though because…
What did he like? He hadn’t thought about it before.
He knew he liked being a Daddy Dom, and that giving Wallace pleasure felt like his true calling in life.
For his own body, though, he’d hardly thought about it.
It was weird to realize that he didn’t know this about himself. He’d never even jacked himself off, given the abundant opportunities he had for sexual encounters. Well, technically he had, when paid to put himself on display, but had he noticed anything at all?
Wallace’s hand trailing up his thigh made his nerves sing. How had he never known that his thigh was so sensitive? “That’s good,” he grunted.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Wallace said sweetly. Then, to Volt’s surprise, he put his hands on Volt’s hips and climbed onto the bed.
Volt held his breath as his lover straddled his legs.
Oh, god. It felt so good. Wallace was so soft and smooth. He’d shaved his legs—holy shit was that exciting, and they were going to talk about it later—and the silken feel made Volt moan.