14. Wallace
Wallace
Wallace nuzzled against Volt’s thigh, his heart still racing and his lips almost touching the side of Volt’s softening dick.
And God, his dick was amazing.
Everything about Daddy was amazing. The way he’d been so nervous, yet so strong, about letting Wallace touch him. The way he’d called Wallace beautiful, when really it was Wallace who was in awe of Volt’s magnificence.
Wallace had never felt so treasured. So immensely right in his body, so in tune with himself and what he wanted. He was a very, very gay, utterly submissive man who loved being Daddy’s pretty girl, and he could never go back to being anything less.
His own cocklet was still hard, and he knew he still had a thousand things to learn about proper blow jobs, but he was in absolute heaven. Every breath he took drew in the musky, dreamy scent of Daddy’s cock, and Daddy’s hand rested comfortingly on his head. He would be happy never to move again.
He was still reeling with Daddy’s revelation that this was special.
Well, of course it was special for Wallace. Sucking Daddy’s cock was everything he’d dreamed it would be.
What was shocking was that it sounded like it had been special for Volt—a spark designed for sex who did things like this everyday as his primary employment.
But even if he hadn’t believed Volt’s words, he’d gotten to see the whole range of emotions mapped across his face. Adoration, yes. Always. But some worry, too. Distraction once or twice. And awe, like he’d had a revelation.
Wallace hadn’t played up his own nerves too much—he really had been worried about his inexperience, since Volt was practically a sex god—but he’d maybe let them show a little more because he liked how Daddy responded.
When Daddy tensed up as some mysterious thought got him caught up in his brain, Wallace would innocently ask if he was doing something right, and Volt would go all growly and relaxed, or take over in the very best ways.
It felt like Wallace really had something to offer him, as astounding as it sounded. Like maybe he really had taught an actual sexbot something new about sex.
He loved when Daddy took charge and seemed to have all the answers, but getting to see the real Volt, the one with insecurities who was still figuring out who he was, made it even better.
Though the cum on his face was starting to get a bit cold and icky. Yeah, definitely time for a shower.
“Daddy?” He pressed a kiss to Volt’s warm thigh as he turned his head under Daddy’s comforting hand where it cradled the back of his skull.
Volt didn’t respond.
Wallace pulled back a few inches, but Daddy still hadn’t moved. In fact, the hand that had felt so cozy was now pinning him down.
Wallace’s heart started pounding for a completely different reason. He pushed back and Daddy’s arm moved like he was pushing on a lever.
“Daddy!” he shrieked. “Volt!”
Nothing.
He shoved himself up to a sitting position.
Volt’s face was frozen in a picture of ecstasy, his eyes scrunched tight and his head tipped back, mouth open.
But he wasn’t moving.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It was all of Wallace’s worst nightmares come back to haunt him.
What was he supposed to do?
He knew where the panels were and how to release them if he wanted to reboot Volt’s system. But did he dare?
Maybe, he thought hopefully, Volt had simply run out of battery power and needed to recharge.
But no, Wallace could feel the faint whirring of his fans, the barely perceptible rush of air as they forced it through the micro-vents all along his skin. He pushed Volt’s arm back further to check the larger vent hidden just below his armpit. Definitely still on.
Which just made everything scarier.
Wallace’s chest tightened, until he almost couldn’t breathe. He wanted someone else to swoop in and tell him what to do. He wanted his Daddy back.
What the hell was he supposed to do? What would Daddy want him to do?
Suddenly, it hit him.
“Angel!” He shouted it out into the air, hoping there was a passive keyword listening system. “Red!” he added as an afterthought. That was the universal safeword, as far as he understood it. If this didn’t work, he’d go out and scream it in the hallway.
“Wallace?” Angel’s voice came from somewhere over his head and he’d never been more relieved in his life.
He knew that if Angel could hear him he could probably see him, with all of his flesh hanging out over his girly underthings, but at the moment he didn’t care.
“Volt’s not moving!” he shouted.
“Hang on,” Angel told him. “Let me check something.”
The wait, though it probably wasn’t more than a few seconds, was killing him.
“Volt’s alright,” Angel said gently from the walls above. “And you don’t need to shout. I can hear you at a whisper.”
Wallace let out a huge sigh, like his lungs had opened up again with his heart. “Sorry. I’ll talk normally. Um, can you tell me what happened?”
Angel chuckled. “From the looks of things, you just gave your Daddy one hell of an orgasm. He passed out, but all his internal readings are fine.”
Wallace could feel the shock on his face. He looked Volt up and down. He’d done this? “I thought androids couldn’t pass out,” he said, still struggling to make sense of everything.
“Oh, it happens sometimes with sparks. We all need a little downtime, kind of like sleeping or maybe more like dreaming. Slower cycles to organize our thoughts. I think Volt takes two or three hours during his charging time every couple days. I do it once a week, but for five or six hours at a time.”
“Why’s he doing it now, though?” Wallace asked.
“My suspicion is that he just experienced something so new and novel that his system needed some time to process it. There are quite a few records of sparks doing this the first time they have an orgasm.”
Wallace turned toward the corner where Angel’s voice was coming from, even though he had no idea if the cameras, if any, were in the same location. “Why would he need to process now, though? This obviously isn’t the first time he’s done, uh, that.”
Angel gave a light, tinkling laugh. “Looks like you blew him away. You can hang out here, or if you want to hang out somewhere else I can let you know when he wakes up.”
Seeing Volt like this still gave Wallace the creeps, no matter how relaxed and amused Angel sounded. But being away from him, worrying, seemed like it would be even worse.
He’s just sleeping, he told himself. You made him feel so good that he needed to pass out from pleasure. That’s a good thing.
He couldn’t quite convince himself. “I think I’ll stay here,” he told Angel.
“No prob—” Angel started to speak.
“Creampuff?” Volt asked, sounding disoriented.
“Daddy!” Wallace pretty much clobbered him, diving into his arms.
“Is everything okay?” Volt asked. “You look worried.”
Wallace slapped him lightly on the chest. “You passed out. I was terrified.”
“Oh!” Volt shook his head. “Wow. I lost three minutes and seven seconds there.” He grinned broadly. “Baby, that was amazing. I’ve never… darling, I’ve heard about that happening but never thought it would happen to me.”
“So it was good?” Wallace asked, even though he could already see it on Volt’s face.
“It was mind blowing. It was beyond what I thought I could feel.” Volt pulled him in for a kiss. “But I’m sorry I got your little hamster brain whirring. Were you very scared?”
Wallace shook his head. “No, Daddy. Well, a little. But Angel said you were okay.”
“Angel?” Volt asked.
Angel’s warm chuckle filled the room. “Hey, Volt. I’ll leave you and your creampuff alone. The nickname is cute, by the way. Is he your sweet, chubby little hamster, too?”
Wallace blushed, even though Angel’s teasing didn’t bother him too much. It was the good type of teasing; he could tell.
Volt rolled his eyes. “You’re fired as my brother.” He wrapped his arms around Wallace. “My squeaky little hamster is all mine.”
Angel laughed again. “Goodbye, you two.”
“Bye, Angel,” Wallace called out. He was pretty sure that Volt sent him a message silently, by the way that the hand stroking Wallace’s back stilled for a fraction of a second in its journey.
“He’s gone?” Wallace asked.
“Yep. But you did the right thing to call him. You can always call Angel if anything, uh, unexpected happens.”
That seemed like a weird thing to say, like maybe Volt was thinking of something Wallace didn’t understand. But then, they were both still working around Wallace’s triggers with inert androids.
Volt sat up, manhandling Wallace to be exactly where he wanted him and… gah, Wallace didn’t think he’d ever get over how good that felt.
He curled up into Daddy’s lap and stroked his chest. He just needed to be close to him. Needed to know that he was okay.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up,” Daddy finally said, seeming as reluctant to part as Wallace was.
Childishly, he shook his head and burrowed deeper into Daddy’s arms, spreading the drying cum between them. “Not moving.”
Volt laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest where Wallace had pressed his ear. “How about we shower together. I need to get my wonderful baby all clean. Or maybe I’ll get my baby girl all dirty again.”
Wallace grinned, even though he was blushing again. How could Daddy just say things like that? Though he supposed he’d said some pretty naughty things, too, when he was caught up in the moment.
And Daddy wanted to wash him? He supposed he could handle that. “Okay, Daddy.”
Daddy lifted him up—which elicited a squeak from Wallace and a chuckle from Daddy—and then they were striding across the room.
“Get the door,” Daddy told him.
Wallace let go of Daddy’s shoulders to find the doorknob… which was when his phone let out a shrill alarm, buzzing furiously from his jeans on the chair.
He closed his eyes, hiding them in Volt’s neck, but it didn’t make the blaring go away.
Volt let him slide to the ground.
He pawed through his pile of clothes, then fumbled to get it out of his pocket, quickly shutting off the sound.
But the report was still there.