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Data really was beautiful, to most people, but especially to Geordi. Geordi’s visor allowed him to process visual information from the complete spectrum of light. The rest of the crew were warm-toned and soft-edged, which is how every humanoid looked to him.
But Data was an android. He was a feat of engineering the likes of which Geordi had never seen. He shone like a sun in a thousand wavelengths from behind that visor. He was like the warp core. Like a supernova. Like summer on a planet orbiting a binary star. He glittered, silver in a halo of golden light. Like an angel, and all that beauty was Geordi’s alone to behold.
In a way, he felt utterly blessed.
But how was he supposed to avoid falling in love with that mechanical miracle, that angel haloed in blinding golden light?
Oh, sure, at first it was professional fascination. Of course he had read about Data, he was practically the cover boy on every engineering padd in the library. He had seen Data in photographs and holo-images, and when he found out he would be working with the famous android, he was star-struck.
When they first met, Geordi was so overwhelmed by the enormity of the Enterprise, by captain Picard and by his new position on the starship that was practically a legend, that his reaction to Data in person didn’t occur for several weeks.
He was working in engineering, as always, and the bridge signaled a red alert. Geordi manned his battle station with white knuckles and sweat soaking his shirt. But he manned it, and thousands of hours of practice drills reminded him of what to do as he provided power to the whole ship during battle. The ship rocked with impacts and overlapping comms were shouted from every speaker: the bridge wanted shields, weapons wanted photon torpedoes, life support was failing on deck two, repair teams wanted forcefields to patch holes in the hull, and navigation needed impulse online and warp on standby.
They were juggling all of that, but then one of the nacelles took a direct phaser blast and the core started to destabilize. Engineering was thrown into chaos, officers appearing out of every corridor seemingly from nowhere. Among them was Lt Cdr Data, and Geordi found himself utterly immobilized as he stared at him. Data worked with blinding speed, his normal humanlike smile replaced with machine focus. Geordi stood behind his visor and stared in awe until someone shouted orders at him, snapping him back to the present crisis.
Dozens of officers in engineering, and hundreds ship-wide, worked at top speed for almost an hour as they fought their way out of battle and to safety. Geordi worked as hard as he could, and his crew did well, and he was proud. He was also very tired, but before he went to his quarters he stayed behind to do a little tidying up and thinking. He was putting the last of the sonic welders in the drawer when someone spoke, startling him into a yelp.
“Commander La Forge. Pardon me, commander. I did not intend to frighten you. I wanted to thank you for your hard work today. You performed excellently.” Data outshone the warp core on the dark and empty engineering deck.
Geordi squeaked, cleared his throat, and attempted a casual smile but landed closer to a Cheshire grin. “Data! I mean, lieutenant commander. Thank you. You performed impressively too, I mean I was watching you earlier, and you move so quickly. Do you have a top speed? No, don’t answer that, I’ll just have a million follow up questions.” Geordi only stopped his stream of speech to catch his breath. Data was looking at him with piercing golden eyes, and he felt pinned to the spot.
Data stepped forward. “Commander La Forge, if you have questions, please ask them. I do not tire of them, though I have similar queries regarding your visor, which I am aware you tire of answering.” He had taken several more steps, and now he was close enough to touch. He was unutterably beautiful up close, and Geordi finally got a chance to really look at him. The man beneath the brilliant haze of electromagnetic radiation was tall, slender, pale, and in Geordi’s opinion, very handsome.
“Uh, y-yeah. Right, well, yes, I have plenty of questions. Where do I start?”
“Most humans begin with my statistics, but starfleet engineers generally already know them. Many ask me to solve complicated mathematics equations, which I am happy to do, though I suspect you know exactly what my academic qualifications are. There are those who wish to see my physical abilities, particularly in combat, but you do not strike me as a combative man. There are also -“
Geordi had heard of this rambling tendency of Data’s. Now that he was seeing it firsthand, it was sort of cute. He interrupted as gently and kindly as he could. “Mr. Data, would you like to have a drink with me in ten forward? I mean, I know you don’t - well, you don’t drink or eat I suppose, but I could sure use a drink, and maybe a quiet place to look at the stars, and it would be better with company, so…?” Now who was babbling? Geordi shut himself up.
He was close enough that Geordi could see individual servos and copper neurons firing in his miraculous body. It was captivating. Absurdly, he felt heat coil at the base of his spine, like something waking up after a long sleep. He told himself it was exhaustion.
“You are correct that I do not require oral nutrition, but I enjoy time spent in social food and drink situations.” With that, he turned and left engineering, leaving a stunned Geordi jogging to catch up.
Geordi did end up having hundreds of questions for Data, and he found he didn’t really mind discussing the visor with him. They talked through the simulated night in the empty bar, seated at a table looking out at the vastness of space. Data politely reminded him of the time at precise 60-minute intervals, but Geordi dismissed him every time. He would sleep when he was dead. He, Geordi La Forge, was on a ten forward stargazing date on the Enterprise with Data the android. His academy roommate would be so jealous.
But Data had turned out to be so much more wonderful than Geordi could have imagined. Infatuation matured smoothly into first an easy friendship, then a close one, and then on an unimportant star date in the space between two unremembered stars, he fell in love with Data, and it was like waking up.
For a while, Geordi endured in silence, covering his feelings, assuming Data was incapable of returning them. But by the time the crew was toasting their first year aboard that magnificent ship, he was absolutely certain that Data felt as deeply and fully as any human. He acted on it that night, taking advantage of the lighthearted and happy atmosphere.
“Data, how’s it going?” Geordi wobbled as he came to a stop. He had possibly slightly over-indulged, but he felt confident, so it was working. Data smiled, which Geordi saw as a bright pulse of colored light as billions of tiny pieces of machinery reacted perfectly to Data’s thoughts.
“Geordi! Hello. Are you enjoying the festivities?” Data asked.
Geordi couldn’t help but smile. He stepped closer to Data, breathing in his unique warm scent. He looked up at him and leaned still closer to be heard without shouting. “It’s a great party, huh? What’s this like from your eyes?”
They asked each other that question often.
Data did not move away despite their frankly unnecessary proximity. “Well, it is pleasant to see my friends happy. I am gratified at having spent a year on this wonderful ship, with her crew of kind and capable officers. I can also register the positive energy of the crew with my sensors. And,” he took a deep breath that Geordi knew was just for show. He didn’t need the breath, he needed a moment for his processors to catch up.
“And Geordi, the awareness that you are here with me is especially reassuring and pleasant. It is enjoyable to be in this place with you, as I have many pleasant memories of our time spent looking at the universe together from this observation deck.” The last portion was all but breathed into Geordi’s ear and he shivered. Data could turn on the charm, too. His knees felt weak, like he had lost his space legs suddenly.
Geordi grinned. “Come on, let’s sit at a table and look at the stars.” Geordi held Data’s arm as they went to the huge window. They looked at each other for perhaps 30 seconds without speaking.
Geordi took a deep breath. “Data, um, can I tell you something?”
“Of course, Geordi. Anything.” Concern flashed over Data’s features and Geordi’s heart flipped over.
“You’re my best friend. I’m so lucky to be on this ship and with this crew, but especially to be here with you. Thank you, Data. Cheers,” he lifted his glass and Data mimed clinking it.
Geordi sipped his drink before leaning over the table, vision spinning slightly at the quick movement, so that they were maybe 10cm apart at the nose. “And, Data? I’m in love with you. I have been since the first night we spent here, asking each other curious questions in the empty bar.”
Data was staring at him silently, but Geordi didn’t panic. He knew he was processing it; complex emotions took a lot of effort, but he found them to be worth it, and so did Geordi. When he spoke, Geordi’s heart leapt.
“Geordi, thank you for telling me. I am honored and grateful to be in receipt of your affection. You have known me long enough, I hope, to understand what I mean when I say that I am also in love with you, in every way which an android can love.”
Geordi did understand what he meant, and he closed the gap between them, kissing Data awkwardly from across the table. When he pulled back, wide-eyed and gasping, Data leaned back in for another, and another.
Geordi sat back in his chair, back muscles protesting from the awkward position, but breathless. It took two full seconds to register that literally every person in the bar was watching them. Commander Riker was reluctantly handing a bottle of some probably-illegal alcohol to Worf. Did he lose a bet? He made accidental eye contact with Guinan and felt heat rise into his face, burning from scalp to sternum in shame, but when he turned back to Data he felt instantly at ease. He wasn’t embarrassed. He looked… proud.
While Geordi was paralyzed in shock, Data stood, walked smoothly up to the Captain, and said, “Excuse me, captain. Commander LaForge and I have important maintenance to run on my multilineal reasoning matrix.”
Captain Picard made a valiant, but vain effort to school his features into nonchalance. He cleared his throat and, smiling widely and trying not to laugh, he said “yes, Mr. Data. Please, go. Enjoy your, uh, maintenance.”
Data walked back to the table, took Geordi gently by the hand, and led him out of ten forward with all the confidence of a man who didn’t know he was being stared at. Geordi knew better.
“Dataaaaa!! They’re all laughing at us!” He whined. He was struggling to keep up with Data’s long strides while drunk, and he heard giggles and a short round of applause from the other side of the door.
“That is a fallacy, Geordi. Do you find it funny when two people who have clearly been in love for months decide to tell each other?” He didn’t wait for a response. “They are happy for us. Would you like to conduct maintenance in your quarters or mine?”
Geordi stopped in his tracks, staring at Data in shock. “Do we really have overdue maintenance? Well, that’s best done in the lab, come on.” Geordi spun and started towards engineering, but he overestimated his balance in this state, and the momentum sent the floor hurtling towards him. He was caught by Data’s strong hands on his waist and lifted unceremoniously over his shoulder. He struggled wildly, causing no trouble at all for the android. Data regularly hid basically all of his true strength from the weak humanoids on the ship.
Geordi struggled nonetheless, and Data finally set him down. “No, Geordi, I do not require maintenance. However, as my modesty subroutines require privacy for such maintenance, it is a reasonable excuse to be alone with you.”
Geordi kissed him again. He wasn’t drunk enough to forget this, thank goodness, but he wasn’t sober enough to not make out in the corridor. Data responded beautifully, melting into the kiss. Geordi often forgot that he was programmed with these techniques; most humanoids with Data’s lack of experience weren’t so skilled and confident. Geordi hadn’t seen this side of Data in action yet, but he liked it.
Geordi was backed against the bulkhead and kissed thoroughly. It was as if Data had been waiting a year for this. Geordi found that his dick liked it, too, and it had been too long. He shifted his hips so as to not let Data feel the evidence of his eagerness.
“Data, I think we should do that-” he groaned as silicate lips and glycerin-based saliva slid over his exposed neck. “We should do that maintenance in my quarters. C’mon.”
Data pulled back and stared at Geordi, a supernova in his visual cortex. He was lit up like a ship in battle, circuits firing rapidly and giving off infrared light, and he would follow Data into battle any day.
Tonight, however, he just followed him to his quarters, where they sat on the sofa, comfortably tangled together. It was barely wide enough to be a loveseat, but they had spent countless hours there together, limbs and minds overlapping.
After another long, deep kiss that left Geordi breathing hard, Data stood and went to the replicator. “What can I get you, Geordi?” Then to the replicator: “300ml of recipe Data-184z76k-evening, please.” A glass of… something materialized.
“A coffee, please,” Geordi told him. Data knew how he liked it, and he returned to the sofa with the two cups. “What is that, Data? A drink for you?” He peered into the cup, which was filled with a dark liquid.
“It is similar to my blood-adjacent biofluid, but I have added a compound which will produce a pleasant decrease in my processing speed as well as an increase in my sensitivity to… touch,” he finished awkwardly.
Geordi stared at him in wonder. “You magnificent,” he kissed him, “wonderful, incredible, beautiful man. You absolute dreamboat. Did you design this drink for tonight?” The glass was tall and vaguely like a wine glass. “You called it an ‘evening’ recipe.”
“If you mean to ask if I designed this drink for the specific purpose of tonight’s celebration, no. I have been experimenting with creating the experience of alcohol for myself. Would you like to try it?” Data offered him the glass.
“Wouldn’t it be bad for me?” Geordi didn’t want to get sick. Not tonight.
“Not at all. It is glycerin based like my saliva and…” he paused, searching for something in Geordi’s face. “Other bodily fluids which are likely to end up in the bodies of humans. Dr. Soong did not wish me to be toxic.” He looked intently at the drink before taking a sip. He seemed suddenly uncomfortable and unsure.
Geordi’s wide smile broke like dawn across his face and he kissed him again. “Data, you never cease to amaze me. Sure. I’d love to try your drink. Would you like to try some coffee?” He reached for the glass and took a sip. It tasted basically like a syrupy fruit juice. “What’s in it?”
Data smiled his non-smile and took the coffee. Geordi laughed when his face contorted in disgust, then stopped abruptly when it turned to the android equivalent of worry. Taste tests were Data’s favorite, but he struggled to tell the difference between a bad taste and something that was going to fuck up his circuitry and have Geordi performing open-pump surgery with doctor Crusher pacing around the OR.
“What’s up, Data? Something wrong?” He instinctively put his hands on him, drilling through the wavelengths he could see to look for something amiss.
“Geordi, your coffee contains poison. It is bitter; if I can sense it, surely your billions of taste receptors can. It is not a pleasurable taste.” he looked personally affronted.
Geordi laughed. “It’s just caffeine, Data. I like it. But I’m thinking tonight might be more of a wine night. That’ll be a…. Better bitter poison.” He dropped the coffee into the matter recycler and ordered a bottle of white wine and another concoction for Data. If it really could get him a little tipsy, Geordi would use a phaser on kill to see it.
“So… seriously, what’s in this?” Geordi handed him the glass and set the bottle on the low table. Data’s functions had slowed down, and his biofluid was warmer than normal and running close to his skin, through clearly dilated capillaries. Geordi’s engineer mind ran through the implications in an instant: he hadn’t known Data’s capillaries dilated. Like a human, Data experienced sensory input. He wouldn’t be able to function if he did not, though he had initially been convinced it wasn’t the case. But an increased flow of warm blood to the skin would make a human sensitive to touch, and it would facilitate the mammalian pheromone dump that goes along with their emotions. Data didn’t have pheromones, but…
Data’s answer was predictably precise. “It contains 500ml water, 100ml glycerin, 0.5ml flavoring, and seven million nanobots. The bots temporarily update my programming to mimic intoxication. Do not be concerned; they pass harmlessly through human digestive systems. I find it pleasant, though it seems to trigger certain subroutines without prompting, so I am still modifying it.”
Geordi forgot about their new romance, fascinated all over again by this marvelous man. “What exactly is in the nanobot programming? I ask because I can probably make it better, and even program different drinks for different things. That sounds like it’d be a really fun project. And… it’d be a great excuse to be alone together,” he added, remembering the feeling of Data touching him.
Without waiting for an answer, Geordi finished his glass of liquid courage and climbed into Data’s lap, straddling his thighs on the small sofa. The android was tense under him, and Geordi bent to kiss him. He silently begged his dick to behave; Data was programmed for sex, but Geordi was in LOVE with him. They had forever to have sex. Tonight he wanted to make absolutely certain that this was what Data wanted, and not a programmed response meant to please humans.
Geordi knew what many others did not. Data was a machine, his thoughts were programs, but from behind the visor the process was identical to human brains. Input, processing, analyzing, decision making, action initiation, hindsight, and learning looked the same in brains made from meat and ones made from silicon. Data wasn’t just programmed. He was an AI, an intelligence that could learn and change his behavior. He had learned, through hundreds of nights practicing with Geordi, to process his sensory inputs. He could feel hot and cold, Geordi’s hair and Spot’s fur, happiness and sadness, desire, and (he hoped) sexual pleasure. He had initially been programmed to mimic responses to these sensations, but he felt them genuinely now, and Geordi thought he seemed infinitely happier for it. Data thought it necessary to keep this information confidential, and even before he fell in love Geordi had been Data’s version of a doctor, so he was perfectly happy to leave it off the books. The rest of the crew believed that Data still lacked these abilities.
Data grunted and lifted Geordi off of him by the hips, using a little too much force. Geordi yelled in pain. “Data, ow! What’s wrong?” His heart dropped. “Do you not want to do this anymore? We can stop.” He scanned Data’s face.
“Quite the contrary, indeed I do not wish to ever stop kissing you. Please accept my apology.” He gingerly set Geordi back down on his lap, but he held him away, so they were not chest to chest or hip to hip. “However, one of the subroutines this concoction triggers is my sexual routine, which is gratifying and enjoyable, but I do not wish to rush our physical relationship. I am happy to continue kissing you, if you do not mind my having an erection.”
Always so precise and clinical. “Data, baby. Can I call you that?” Data nodded, eyes filled with a pleasure that he only showed Geordi, “baby, if you didn’t get a boner when we were making out, I’d be concerned. Does it not get triggered by kissing if you’re sober?” He scooted closer again, finally allowing his own arousal to press into Data’s bioplast abs. “See? Nothing to be ashamed of. Come on.”
Data kissed him back but he seemed off. Geordi looked at him deeply. “What’s up?”
“I must admit that I do not know if my sexual routine can be triggered automatically through physical contact when I am functioning normally. I have only used it once, and the encounter was… surprising. I had to trigger both the beginning and the end of the routine manually.”
Burning jealousy swept through Geordi. “You’ve used it before? With who?”
“I am not at liberty to say, but it was a female human, and it was initiated by her while she was intoxicated. I did not find her as…” he shifted uncomfortably and Geordi slid off to the sofa next to him, listening intently. “Exhilarating as I do you. And my sexual subroutine did not activate until I manually overrode it in a several-step process. I felt no desire.”
Geordi was stunned. He sat silently collecting his thoughts; Data waited patiently. Biological humans required buffering time too.
“You don’t have to answer this, but I’d like to know. Have you activated the routine alone?” Geordi asked. He was intensely thankful that they were so comfortable together. He hoped this new romance might simply settle into their routine, not changing the dynamic except to reduce the pining and longing.
“Not intentionally. However, as I have experimented with intoxicants, I have had it triggered automatically many times.”
The next question might be awkward. Geordi poured another glass of wine. Data sipped his drink too. “When that happens, what do you do? Do you… take care of it?” He asked.
“I am unable to complete my sexual subroutine alone. There is a hardwired failsafe in my genitals that does not allow me to do so. I do not know why it is there.” He said.
“Oh my god, baby. So what do you do?!” Geordi couldn’t imagine having to just ignore it every time.
“It is… very uncomfortable. The physical sensation is pleasant only for a short time before becoming troublesome. I have never allowed the routine to run for very long. I simply interrupt it with something else, such as research, until my biofluid flow returns to normal.” Data paused, and Geordi watched servos turn over in his head, deciding. “I have also experienced spontaneous arousal while processing my emotions about you.” He didn’t elaborate.
“About… me? Can you explain?” Geordi asked, forcefully quelling the fluttering in his chest. Data gets hard thinking about me?
“Yes. As I learned to experience rudimentary feelings, I discovered what I initially believed to be a misplaced fear of you. I ran many meditative routines focused on calming situations with you, and in doing so discovered that my elevated respiration and pulse was due to…” he looked down and flushed a bright gold. “Attraction. I regret that I betrayed your trust by allowing myself to imagine you in sexual scenarios.”
Geordi laughed and kissed Data’s jaw. “Data, in the past year, I think I’ve triggered and completed MY sexual routine thinking about you a hundred times. Don’t you get frustrated, never finding any release?”
“I have grown… accustomed to it. It is not preferable, but it is tolerable.” He said. It was so matter of fact.
Geordi decided right then that he absolutely had to make Data come tonight. There was plenty of time, though, so he would take it slow.
“I have a theory. Tell me what you think,” Geordi began. “Do you believe that you have a sexuality?”
Data nodded. “I experience sexual attraction, yes.”
“But not to… that human woman you had sex with.” He tried not to grimace too obviously.
“No. It was before I learned to feel my emotions, but even at that time I felt strongly for you in a way I was unable to replicate with her.”
“Do you think you could be…” he searched for a word. Humans didn’t care about gender anymore, so the term would be archaic. Attraction to men… exclusively men… there it was. “Gay?” Well, that was some kind of slang about it anyway. Data would know what he meant. “I mean, your experience with the female was something you had to manually trigger, but kissing me…” Geordi slid his hand slowly down Data’s chest and lightly over the hot rod of arousal in the regulation pants. “ Just kissing me does all this.”
Data made a jarringly inhuman, mechanical, grinding sound that was twice as loud as his normal speaking voice. Geordi snatched his hand back and flew to his feet. “Sorry. Sorry, Data, I’m so sorry, baby. What was that sound? Are you okay?” But even before he finished, Data had pulled him back into his lap, staring into his soul. He slowly, intentionally ground himself against Geordi. That same sound, quieter this time, and oh. Oh.
Geordi was thoroughly, achingly seduced. No fair, Dr. Soong. You can’t make him devastatingly handsome, unfailingly kind, effortlessly sexy, and then give him a seduction routine with moves like that. How’s a man supposed to resist? It did not occur to him that most people probably didn’t find that sound so attractive.
“A sound of pleasure, Geordi. I apologize for startling you. I shall attempt to sound more… human in the future.”
Geordi let the sexuality discussion slide. They’d have time for self-exploration later. But if that was what Data sounded like when he moaned, then that was the only sound he ever wanted to hear again. He reached between them as they kissed, intent on dragging more sounds from him. Between kisses, in breathless whispers, he said, “No. No way, Data. If that’s what you sound like then I never ever want you to disguise it as human.”
The magnificent android complied. As Geordi’s hand applied pressure to the artificial cock, Data made a sound like the dial-up internet of centuries past. Like a warp engine being started cold. Like twin black holes in a collapsing orbit. Geordi’s dick throbbed. Consent, La Forge, accept nothing less than an enthusiastic yes. Don’t take advantage. He mentally scolded himself for his eagerness.
He sat back. “Data, before we go further, I need you to know that I will not allow you to have sex with me - or do any sexual activities with me - simply because I want it. Is this something that you’re ready for tonight?” He loved Data. Data loved him. They had all the time in the universe.
“I admit to some trepidation, however, I find myself wishing to continue what we are presently doing. May we, as humans say, play it by ear?” He shifted under Geordi, and the human realized with a bit-off moan that he was really, really big. Fuck.
They kissed again. “Yeah, that’s totally fine. But, um,” Geordi blushed darkly with shame. “I might, uh, fin - I might come from just this. I won’t… I’ll leave my pants on, but you might feel it. As long as that’s okay…” he covered his face with both hands. He wanted to crawl into a hole.
Data’s cock twitched between Geordi’s legs, and his needy whine was met with a dark chuckle. “I find the concept to be… very arousing. Let us continue.”
They did, and over the course of hours that dripped with sticky, hazy love and sharp lust, they kissed on the couch, breaking to discuss new sensations for Data, and to drink more. They lost their shirts, boots, and socks along the way. The pants remained on until Geordi collapsed to the side, heart racing and lips swollen and red. He was proud of himself for managing not to finish untouched. Yet.
“Oh god, you’re such a good kisser. I mean I know you were programmed for it, but fuck. I’m going to die. It’s okay,” he responded to Data’s look of alarm. “I just meant I’m really thirsty. Can you get me some water?” He asked.
Data stood and crossed the room, naked to the waist. Starfleet regulation uniforms were designed never to look dirty or messy, but no magic fabric could hide the tent Data was pitching… or the wet spot spreading out from the tip of it. He really is fully functional, down to the tiniest details. An engineer’s wet dream , Geordi thought deliriously. Data ordered a pitcher of water at the replicator as well as another drink for himself. He poured Geordi a glass, which he drained. Then he refilled the same glass and set it on a coaster.
“Geordi.” He stood over the human, who was panting softly, eyes closed, visor off, mouth a thin line of concentration. He didn’t respond. “Geordi.” Data repeated, in the same speaking voice but several decibels louder. Geordi smiled and opened blind eyes.
“Mmm. Show off. Yes?”
“I wish to explore you.” Data watched the human scrunch up his face and snap his knees together, pressing his hand to the throbbing thing holding all his blood hostage.
Geordi groaned in frustration. “God, please. What do you want me to do?”
Data was no longer facing him, but Geordi didn’t put on his visor. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t leave. “I wish you to lie down and enjoy. At this time I do not wish to be explored myself, but I suspect this will change before long. The sofa is not long enough. May we use your bed?” He asked.
“Hell yeah. What are you doing?” He asked. He stood and went to the bed blind, knowing his quarters extremely well. He heard Data ask the replicator for something and walk through the door to the bedchamber.
“I was retrieving something that we can both wear that is more comfortable than the uniform pants. I find myself in pain-adjacent distress at the unending pressure.”
Geordi laughed. Ain’t that the truth. He held out his hands. “Can I have mine? And my visor, please?” He knew Data would already have the visor in his hand. He thought of everything.
The fabric and visor landed in his outstretched palm. He put it on and picked up the clothing, which was nothing but a pair of peach-colored silk shorts. They were split all the way to the waistband on either side of the leg, and wide-cut. They’d be very loose, almost obscene; you couldn’t wear them in public, certainly. That makes them lingerie, doesn’t it? Oh, god.
“Lingerie?” He asked. “Oh my god, I love you. Can I change here or do you want me to go in the other room?
Data’s aura pulsed with his thoughts. “I find myself experiencing shame at the concept of you looking at… appraising my genital structures. I do not wish to be… inadequate. However, I feel an almost overwhelming desire to see you change. I believe I will change in the other room, then watch you do the same.”
Geordi laughed. This was easy. They had already spent a year gently accommodating each other with ease. “Data, I was worried about this for no reason. Please never, ever stop telling me exactly what will make you happiest. Yes, baby, that’s fine. Go change, I’ll be here.”
Geordi didn’t know what he was expecting, but Data was standing there hard in starfleet pants one second, and not 10 seconds later, he was back, standing in the same spot, hard in matching black silk shorts. If he turned to the side, Geordi could probably see his dick through the wide side slit. He whined and took off the visor.
“If you don’t want me to look, you gotta sit down, Data. I’ve never seen anything more arousing in my fucking life.” He felt like he might actually cry. He had been hard for hours. It didn’t change his mind about allowing Data to dictate every aspect of the sexual experience, but he was horny and frustrated.
Data’s gentle hands landed on his shoulders. “I will sit for now. I promise to permit you to look and touch, but first, please allow me to watch you change your clothes.”
Geordi nearly jumped off the bed. He tried to be sexy, but with the visor off it probably missed the mark. Data gasped on an inhale and made that mechanical groan on the exhale anyway, though, when Geordi finally wriggled himself free. He stood naked, breathing heavily. It felt so good to be freed from those damned tight pants. When he put on the shorts, they were comfortable and unrestrictive. Data handed him the visor.
“How do I look?” He asked. He wanted to cover himself with his hand; his dick was standing straight out from his body and the tiny shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination. He resisted the urge and clicked the visor back on.
The first thing he saw was himself in the mirror and a horrible spike of shame pierced him, but the second thing he saw was the expression on Data’s face.
“Geordi…” Data’s mouth was open and he was sitting absolutely still. Geordi watched with mild pride as hot biofluid rushed under Data’s skin. “You are very aesthetically pleasing.”
There was little room for body consciousness when one was loved by an android. He imagined it was the same being loved by a Vulcan. He thought of one of the original Captains of the enterprise, loved deeply and thoroughly by his Vulcan first officer. I bet Spock could turn off captain Kirk’s shame too. It’s probably illogical to feel self conscious or something.
Data was still staring. Geordi returned to the bed, sinking into Data’s lap.
“Fuck, Data. You’re so hard. Jesus Christ. All of this for little old me?” The words were out of Geordi’s mouth before he could stop them. “I mean-“
Data cut him off with a kiss, devouring Geordi almost frantically. His hands were everywhere on Geordi’s body, touching everything with his signature curiosity. Geordi thrashed and cried out but allowed the exploration. Data touched what felt like every inch of him except where he wanted it most, and a pathetic whine escaped Geordi as his cock twitched and dripped precum into his shorts.
Data stilled. “Geordi, I -” there was a quiet static in Data’s voice, a sign of pleasure, Geordi hoped. “I have manually interrupted the… end of my sexual subroutine thirty-six thousand, five hundred seventy one times in the last three minutes.” He returned to the kiss, so Geordi took it as an invitation. He pressed Data flat on his back and straddled his hips, pressing himself against the android.
When his oversensitized dick slid against Data’s, he moaned loudly and ground into him. Data had his hands on Geordi’s hips, assisting him with the angle, and in seconds they settled into a rhythm that worked for both of them.
“Data, if you don’t slow down I’ll come in my shorts and it’s gonna get all over you.” Geordi said. He was way too close for euphemisms; Data had about ten seconds to decide if he wanted Geordi’s semen on him.
Data moaned and said Geordi’s name from behind that roar of static. He stilled for half a second and spoke again, this time his voice clear.
All he said was, “please ejaculate on me, Geordi.” It was so funny, so quintessentially Data, and Geordi screamed his name through an orgasm that should have ripped the ship apart.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open and look down at Data. He touched the pearly white fluid on the pearly gold chest. “What about you, baby? I don’t wanna sleep until you finish.”
“You do not need to be concerned about that. As it is, preventing myself from doing so is taking up 35% of my autonomic processor.” Data said.
Geordi put his hand between them and tentatively touched Data through the silk. “May I? You can say no. But please say yes. And then stop holding back.” he pleaded.
Data nodded and Geordi went to work, gently squeezing and rubbing the bioplast hiding under the fabric. They kissed and Data groaned. It was probably way louder than he had intended, because it left Geordi’s ears ringing. He was sure Data measured a precise amount of time, but a few seconds later he crushed Geordi to his chest, trapping Geordi’s still-stroking hand between them. He felt shockingly hot biofluid spurt between his fingers as Data came.
“Oh, Data,” he whispered in wonder as he caught glimpses of the amazing patterns lighting up Data’s body. Human orgasms were beautiful from behind the visor, but Data’s was spectacular. When he relaxed and let Geordi go, he rolled to the side, shivering at the contact on his oversensitive balls. “How was it?”
Data produced a long stream of gibberish as he reconfigured his voice modulators, then: “It was the best moment of my life thus far, Geordi. Thank you.” He said it with such open honesty that Geordi didn’t even consider arguing.
“Wow, really? Why?” He asked.
Data thought about it. “A combination of reasons. First, the entirety of this day has been wonderful. I began it alone, loving you from a distance, and I am ending it with you, loving you from here in your bed. Second, this experience was completely different than my first. I was eager to begin, enjoyed the sensations, felt many emotions, and had no difficulty ending the routine. Physically, it was extremely gratifying. Third, Geordi,” he twisted his neck to kiss his nose tenderly, “your body is intensely pleasurable to view as well as touch. You are a lovely color and seeing more of your skin than usual was exhilarating. Thank you. Did you enjoy yourself?”
That was an understatement. “Data, of course I enjoyed it. I’ve wanted this for so long, and you’re so handsome, and so sexy undressed, and I’m in literal fucking love with you, you dork. It was better than anything I could have hoped for. In fact, it’s a little embarrassing, but uh.” Data was watching him with fierce attention. “I forgot to factor in your innate skill, so you blew my expectations out of the water, and just thinking about it I’m getting hard again.” Another understatement. His dick was pressed to Data’s bare thigh and he knew he could feel it.
With another lingering kiss, Data got up and went to the replicator for towels. He returned already clean, and naked this time, having discarded the shorts. He slid Geordi’s off, too, and gingerly wiped his belly and thighs. Geordi watched as Data puzzled out how to proceed. He imagined the thought process, weighing the pros of cleaning up versus the cons of causing pain to Geordi’s softening junk. He closed his eyes and braced, assuming Data would decide a bit of discomfort was worth it.
Data, as always, exceeded expectations. Geordi’s entire body went rigid as Data sunk to his knees and licked him the rest of the way clean. They made eye contact and Geordi stared, open-mouthed, at the filthy display Data was putting on.
He wiped his mouth and climbed back into bed. Geordi pulled on him, trying to cuddle, but Data held firm. Geordi looked at him petulantly.
“Why not?”
“I am not declining your affection, Geordi. It is highly probable that you would find my weight on top of you to be suffocating. My body weighs approximately 200 kilograms.” He said it like he said everything, but Geordi heard the sarcasm anyway.
“Yeah, yeah. Pick a position, I want to cuddle.” Data arranged himself and pulled Geordi on top of him.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Mm,” Geordi mumbled into Data’s chest. “Little cold.”
Data made a small sound that usually meant he was learning new information. “I am not too warm for you already?”
Geordi picked his head up. “What? No. What do you mean?”
“If you are cold, I am happy to get you a blanket. However, I run at a much lower temperature than necessary to avoid startling or burning humans. I can raise my body temperature to keep you warm, if you wish.”
Data was clever. Cleverer than any human, definitely. But he wasn’t slick. “It sounds to me like you plan to spend the night,” he said. He smiled triumphantly when Data’s pretense dropped and he smiled sheepishly.
“I admit to allowing myself… some hope.” He said. Geordi melted and kissed him. This was the first time he had had the presence of mind to really taste him, and he did.
Data tasted good. It wasn’t human or anything close to human, and he wondered if his creators knew that it would thrill his partners to their cores. It certainly thrilled Geordi. He tasted plasticine, his lips and tongue slightly stiffer than a human’s, and his saliva was thicker and slipperier. That made sense, being mostly glycerin in composition. It tasted mostly like glycerin, but with something else.
He pulled back. His mouth tingled. “Remind me, Data. What’s your saliva made of? I can’t place the taste, it’s kind of sharp. It’s like… not mint, not sour, not bitter, not salty. Do you know?”
Data calculated. “You may be referring to the citric acid which appears in small concentrations in my saliva and ejaculate. It is something I modified myself. It is for your benefit, as it partially masks the bitterness of my mechanical lubricant.”
“Your ejaculate. You manually changed the formulation just to make it taste better for me?” Geordi was floored.
“Yes. Is it still unpleasant? I can change the formulation using any of the nutritional compounds I contain, including-”
“That’s fine, Data. It’s great. It’s perfect. You taste really good, actually, and your skin is so…” he bit Data’s lower lip, dragging a creaking, atonal moan from him. “Inhuman. Plasticine. Different. Better than human.” He kissed him between each word to ensure that Data understood they were compliments. He turned Data’s head with his fingers and bit his neck.
“Geordi!” Data froze. “You must stop.” Geordi did, instantly.
“What, is that painful?” He asked. He touched the extremely light tooth imprints doubtfully.
“No, it is not, however, humans have a refractory period which you are surely not through yet, since it has only been 12 minutes, 36 seconds, 81-” he was interrupted by a kiss, and then began again. “It would be impolite to trigger my sexual subroutine yet.”
“Did you have more of that drink? If not,” he paused to bite Data’s neck again, “I think we can safely say it can be triggered automatically. See?” He traced his finger up Data’s thigh, watching as his dick twitched in interest.
“Hm. It seems you are correct. But you should get some rest, Geordi. I am not going anywhere unless you ask me to, and we are both off duty tomorrow.”
Geordi looked up at Data, panic sinking into his heart for no good reason. “Data, if I sleep… if I wake up and you’re not here…”
“I will not leave. In fact, if you are amenable, I would like to place a request with captain Picard to be moved to a double cabin with you. In the meantime, would you like a blanket?”
“You said you can warm up your body temperature. Is it difficult or uncomfortable for you in any way?” Geordi asked. He liked the idea of a personal radiator during cold deep space nights.
“Not at all. It uses slightly more power, but it allows me to run an enjoyable cleansing program which you may compare to sleep. I regenerate the energy with no difficulty. I shall demonstrate now. If you wish me to stop, please tell me.” He said.
“Mmmkay. I love you.” Geordi said sleepily.
“And I, you, Geordi.”
Geordi was curious about that cleansing program, but then Data was warming up just like a heated blanket would, and Geordi was asleep.
He had his palms planted firmly on the warp core casing. It pulsed blue in front of his eyes, and it was a beautiful thing. A feat of engineering so elegant it was almost sexy. His booted feet were on the floor, but he felt a breeze…
Data was behind him and he felt a rush of warmth. He kissed the back of Geordi’s ear and breathed, “fascinating. Even asleep you want it.”
Geordi turned to ask him what he was supposed to want, but Data shoved him roughly back into the casing. It cracked. Geordi moaned.
Hands on his ass, sliding…
He felt Data’s fingers move from the head of his cock, down the shaft, under his balls. He leaned forward, allowing access…
Fingers sliding inside him. Geordi moaned again.
Data was fucking him. Right there in engineering, with the night watch staring in horror. He was thrusting so hard that he was going to cause a core breach. Geordi was mindless, pleasure thrumming through him in time with the power thrumming through the core.
The computer counted down the seconds to breach, and then Geordi WAS the warp core, also about to explode. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4… 2…
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Data pov
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Geordi was asleep in his arms, in what humans called the “spoon” position, and he was dreaming. Data did not know what he was dreaming of, but there were detectable pheromones in the air that allowed him to guess. Slowly, inching his fingers in a motion that would be completely undetectable to a sleeping human, he moved his hand from Geordi’s waist to his solar plexus, where he continued his slow descent until he reached Geordi’s penis. He allowed himself 2 full seconds of looking at the magnificent organ. It was something to behold. At the moment, it was soft, which was convenient. Data appreciated that he had also been built with this feature. While the penis functioned sexually only while erect, it would be cumbersome in non-sexual situations.
He brushed his finger over it and it twitched. Geordi moaned and Data dismissed a barrage of requests to activate his sexual program.
HUMAN GEORDI LA FORGE. CONDITION: NAKED, PARTIAL SEXUAL AROUSAL. HISTORY: PAST SEXUAL ENCOUNTER. RECOMMENDATION: INITIATE SEXUAL PROTOCOL.
No, Geordi is asleep. I will let him rest.
But he was still dreaming, and twitching, and then he arched his back and said Data’s name. Data was fast, but his autonomic responses were designed to be faster. He experienced a rush of emotions as the program engaged before he could dismiss it, and he shifted to make room for the swelling penis against Geordi’s back. He noticed that his own arousal occurred more quickly than Geordi’s, and he interrupted the routine, modified it, and kissed Geordi’s neck. He moaned, and Data carefully timed his arousal and Geordi’s while continuing his ministrations.
In his slumbering state, Geordi’s body achieved full erection over the course of 62.5 seconds. Data’s program finished booting in 68 seconds, which was better than the 21 it took before. Satisfied, he interrupted the routine again and carefully extricated himself from the human. He rose, ordered a human breakfast, a pot of coffee, and the human version of lubricant. They called it “lube”, but it was not. Data thought it fit the criteria for an amusing human trait. He had a list of them, which he occupied himself with while he arranged the items on a tray.
AMUSING HUMAN TRAITS
NERVOUS LAUGHTER
ARGUING OVER MUNDANE TOPICS
HUGGING
Data interrupted the list to remove hugging. After spending the night with Geordi, he thought he understood the behavior. Humans were very warm and soft and they seemingly never tired of skin contact.
PAUSE LIST
REMOVE: HUGGING
SKIP TO SUBSECTION: MISNOMERS
ADD ENTRY
ENGLISH: LUBE
MEANING: SOFT GEL, WATER-BASED. INEFFECTIVE AS MECHANICAL LUBRICANT.
Geordi cried out in the bedroom. Data hurried in with the tray to see him sprawled out on the bed with his penis in his hand.
“Geordi! You are awake. What are you doing?”
Geordi’s eyes looked but did not see and Data recognized fear in his expression, which turned to embarrassment. He made a high pitched sound and rushed to cover his groin, but by his heat signature Data thought he was too close to orgasm to cease comfortably. The organ thrummed with heat behind the bedding, which concealed nothing of importance to Data’s multispectral visual processors, but pointing this out caused discomfort in humans and made them feel exposed. He had found that this was the case with Geordi as well, despite this particular human also having multispectral vision. Paradoxes were abundant in these strange creatures.
“Data! What are YOU doing?! I’m just-” he looked up at Data. He dutifully noted and catalogued the occurrence of what he privately called Geordi’s ‘Data Look’. This was a progression from annoyance, to realization, to compassion, to affection. It occurred when Geordi realized he was yelling at Data without explaining why.
Data was so engrossed in looking at his new lover’s body as it struggled with the pinched-off arousal that he missed the next few expression changes. He was caught by surprise when Geordi sat up abruptly. Now, the expression showed pleading and desperation, which Data’s positronic net dutifully recorded and saved under GEORDI LA FORGE: FACIAL EXPRESSIONS, SUBSECTION: SEXUAL.
Data sat next to him, placing a hand on the bare thigh covered in that odd, thin human fur. It was wet with perspiration and the information encoded in the liquid came to him like a subspace transmission from the sensors in his fingers. Arousal, yes, but also masculinity, vulnerability, fear, exhaustion, and shame. Humans were built to be read like books, if one only knew how to read.
“I was… masturbating, I guess. I had a pretty hot dream. You were… we were… down in engineering. By the core. When I woke up I forgot last night was real. Sorry.” Humans all had this odd tendency of disbelieving their own memories. Data had concluded that it was due to their stunningly complex imaginations being simply too good. Geordi looked down and away, but Data tilted his chin back up with a finger. Even blind, Geordi followed Data’s lead. That was unusual for humans and he was gratified that Geordi trusted him not to lead him astray.
“It is real. I am still in your quarters and,” Data looked down his own body and back into Geordi’s sightless eyes. He clicked the elegant multispectral device onto his lover’s temples and kissed him deeply, enjoying the sleep-filled sounds Geordi made. “We are both naked.”
Humans are very easily sexually aroused compared to other intelligent beings. In fact, it is one of the first things many races learn about humans. They experience an uncontrollable surge of physical arousal at the mere mention of sex or genitals, or at a single glimpse of a body part that is normally covered. They seem to have no species preference; in fact, most of them have no genital preference at all, and are known galaxy-wide for their creative solutions to fundamentally incompatible genitalia. They continue to experience these symptoms well before and past their fertile years, with humanoids and nonhumanoid beings alike, and whether or not they are regularly meeting these needs. They also broadcast a frankly ridiculous fleet of alert chemicals into the air when they do this. While they themselves cannot consciously sense them, the chemicals are widely adapted to work on basically all sexually-reproductive intelligent species, and so they are accidentally excellent at seduction - indeed, each human contains DNA from a different human species, crossbred into their ancient genetic code. Humans are seen as powerful and slightly dangerous because of this; once humans walk among your race, half-human infants are almost certain to follow. They are absurdly fertile.
It is also well-known that being loved by a human is a priceless gift with many, many more benefits than risks. Their love is famous for melting the coldest hearts in the galaxy with nothing more than a kiss.
Data knew this to be true. Geordi’s body kicked back into gear as soon as the visor was in place, siccing a barrage of chemicals on the surrounding area, dousing Data in tiny particles of information and initiating his sexual subroutine with no trouble before they broke their kiss. Geordi’s body could not care less that Data was not human, that he was male, that he was machine and infertile. Geordi himself loved Data because of these things, not despite them.
There was little room for self hate when one was loved by a human. Data thought fondly of Spock, the original half-Vulcan first officer of the enterprise, and his captain James Tiberius Kirk, who loved Spock with such human ferocity that it melted a lifetime of doubt and anguish and tore down all the rules along the way. Data himself felt like that occasionally: inhuman in all the wrong ways, but very, very nearly human at the same time. They were truly remarkable creatures and Data took a long pause of 0.025 seconds to enjoy the good fortune of having one in love with him.
True to his species, Geordi moaned, pulled him down on the bed, and rocked against him until they were both breathless.
“Data, when you walked in on me just now, I was already about to -”
“Just a moment.” Data had formulated a plan within 1 second of seeing Geordi desperately touching himself. “Let me help.”
He sunk to his knees at the side of the bed. Geordi, blessed be humans, knew exactly what to do. He shimmied to the edge of the mattress and spread his legs in a very attractive manner. Geordi’s fingers squeezed his jaw gently and he looked up.
“Data, are you sure? Be absolutely sure, because I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this and I would feel terribly if you didn’t.” Geordi was always very concerned for his enjoyment. Data looked down at his lap and saw what Geordi did not: he was already enjoying “the fuck out of this”, though the phrase felt unnecessarily colorful to him.
Data’s mind quietly reminded him to answer: HUMANS HOLD BODILY AUTONOMY AND SEXUAL CONSENT IN HIGH REGARD. HUMAN GEORDI LA FORGE LIKELY TO DISENGAGE WITHOUT VERBAL CONFIRMATION. Indeed he was already pulling back and it had only been 1.4 seconds.
“I am absolutely certain. Please relax.” Data said, maintaining entirely mechanical eye contact as he closed his lips over Geordi’s erection. The organ tasted like all the other skin on a human: salty. His memory banks knew what to do, so he just enjoyed the show, watching Geordi fall apart. Data could feel him holding back, so he pulled it out of his mouth to speak.
“Geordi. I do not have a gag reflex. Please do not quell yourself for my comfort.” He returned to his work, enjoying the flood of hormones pouring off the fluffy black fur that encircled his genitals. Geordi required no second prompt, and the muscles in his legs and abdomen fired together, thrusting his penis past Data’s tongue and a few centimeters down his silicone throat.
Geordi put his hands in Data’s hair to assist with the thrusts, and Data swallowed mock-convulsively. Geordi shouted wordlessly, thrusting becoming erratic, even by human standards.
The space of time between Data formulating an idea and enacting it was so small as to be almost instant, but he felt it tick by like hours. He remembered that humans sometimes enjoyed using vibrating devices on their genitals. That had triggered another memory: human vocal chords worked by vibrating. Then an association: Data’s vocal chords used a slightly altered but similar mechanical vibration to produce sound. A brief pause to complete the associated query, and then he was rumbling his vocal box on a frequency too low for Geordi to hear.
He increased the frequency until Geordi noticed, which was signified by the human fisting his hand in Data’s hair and holding him there, bioplast nose buried in the strange patch of fur. Since Geordi was no longer thrusting, Data tried several different oscillating frequencies.
Geordi howled. “Data, Data, fuck, oh my god,” he panted. There was no information in this message, but Data knew what it meant. He swallowed again and increased the volume, sounding rather like an idling engine, and Geordi spasmed and shot hot salty liquid into Data’s throat. He closed his eyes, tasting it and noting the texture. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, and the sights and sounds Geordi made in producing it made it well worth swallowing the 4.27ml of pearlescent fluid.
Data stilled as his internal processors attempted to codify the genetic sample, but he interrupted it. The human genome was already coded, and the resources required would be too taxing. He stood, wiping his mouth with his hand. Geordi had laid back and was staring at Data with his mouth open.
Humans were rarely stronger or faster than Data, but he often found that they did not require speed or strength because they are excellent at spontaneous and random motion. Geordi went from slack-jawed and relaxed to tackling Data so quickly he could not possibly have finished formulating the thought before acting.
“Oh my god, Data.” He was staring into Data’s eyes with an intensity that looked like anger. Data felt as though he had missed a step somewhere, then experienced the confusion once again when Geordi kissed him very intensely.
“Data, I’m in love with you. I love you so much. That was the best blow job any man has ever gotten. There’s no way I can top that but damn it I’m gonna try. Can we discuss boundaries for you or are you too horny right now?”
Data could process tens of thousands of different conversations at once, even while aroused, but he did not mention that. “Yes, I would like that.”
Geordi sat up but remained on top of Data, lightly touching his chest. “Alright. You have better technical know-how and I’ve got better experience. Everything you’ve done to me has been unbelievably good. What would you like done to you?”
Data had not been programmed to receive sexual stimulation. Dr. Soong, a human himself, should have known Data’s partners would wish to return the favor, so to speak. He was at a loss.
“I do not know.” The honest truth made Data feel small and stupid, and he closed his eyes and covered his face. Geordi reacted instantly.
“Hey, baby, hey, what’s up? Come on, come here.” He laced his fingers in with Data’s and gently pulled them away. Data kept his eyes closed. “Come here, love. I know.”
Geordi kissed Data everywhere he could reach in an unhurried, soothing manner. He did not repeat the question, knowing that Data would answer when he could. Data passively allowed the wave of uniquely human love and comfort to wash over him.
An alert Data had never before seen sounded in his head. INITIATING EMOTIONAL RELEASE PROTOCOL. It was not repeated.
Data’s eyes flew open and he thanked whatever combination of deities and chance allowed this to happen with Data’s engineer sitting right there. He sat up, gently depositing Geordi beside him.
“Data? What’s wrong?”
“I do not know.” He repeated. That troublesome sensation of smallness and stupidity washed over him again and he stared at Geordi in wide-eyed panic. “There is… a new sensation. Accompanied by a new protocol. It is called ‘emotional release’. I do not know-”
Geordi knew before Data did. Gods bless emotional humans. “Oh, I know exactly what that means. Come here, baby. Do you feel sad?” He sat against the head of the bed and gently arranged Data so that he was between Geordi’s legs with his back resting comfortably on the warm chest.
“I do not know. I was not programmed for receiving, or even wanting sexual stimulation. I do not know what is too much to ask for, I do not know what I will even enjoy, and it makes me feel bad. Insignificant and small and inhuman. It feels like an oversight.” Data’s pulse and respiration were climbing and there was a strange ache in his forehead. “Geordi, please help me.” He was becoming afraid.
Geordi ran his fingers over Data over and over again. He felt loved and warm and reassured, but it did not erase the small and stupid helplessness of not knowing what he wanted. “Data, I love you. Come here. Are you comfortable? Good. Now. Tell me about the way you feel. Really focus on that feeling of smallness. It’s uncomfortable, I know, but trust me, okay?”
Data did. Implicitly. He held Geordi’s gaze as he focused on the feeling. “I feel… unworthy of you, Geordi. What you have given me is more valuable than anything in my life. To me, our friendship marked the beginning of my being truly alive. You ask me what I would like from you and I only feel unworthy of what I have asked for and received thus far. It is also frustrating that my emotions seem to occur heedless of other subroutines that are running, so…” he glanced down his body at the erection barely starting to flag. “It is overwhelming.”
Geordi bent and kissed him, very slowly and very thoroughly. Gently. His love broke the shell of that small feeling, providing some clarification, and Data sat up to report the finding.
But the moment they locked eyes, Data experienced an anomalous respiration pattern and the pressure behind his forehead broke away. He did not know what was happening, so he stared at Geordi while fluid began to fall from his eyes, down his cheeks, dripping from his chin. “Geordi…”
“Data! You’re crying.” Geordi was in motion, jumping up and dashing from the room. Data did not worry, though. He could hear frantic footsteps; it appeared he was gathering supplies.
Data could not respond anyway. He touched his cheek and his hand came away wet. He put it in his mouth. Water.
Geordi reentered the room with tissues and a blanket. Data had never seen Geordi look so sad. He was unsure why Geordi felt sad, but humans were excellent mirrors, so he assumed Geordi was simply mirroring him.
He was going to say something like “I am perfectly okay and this is normal”, but all he actually said was “Geordi… I am crying,” and then he was wracked with several full body sobs that shook him to his core. He could not return to normal breathing and was starting to panic. He looked at Geordi hopefully. Humans cried often and Geordi probably knew what to do.
“Oh, Data, you sure are, baby. Can I come over by you? I don’t know what triggered this, I don’t want to frighten you.”
Data internally grimaced as he was shaken by another sob in reaction to this kindness. He nodded fervently. “Yes, please. You are the only one who can help.” His voice was awful, crackling and buzzing like live wire in the rain. He attempted to remodulate it to no avail.
Data loved Geordi very much. The human moved like he was completely certain that Data would be okay and he trusted him.
“Alright, baby. Alright. We knew this would happen, right? Look at me,” Geordi began. “Look right at me. Can you please tell me what happened?” He wiped Data’s face. He had dried many, many human tears in his life. Now that he knew the tenderness firsthand, he finally understood the importance of the gesture.
Data did not answer, electing to kiss Geordi instead. He took Geordi by either side of his face and kissed him slowly and softly. They returned to their position, Data lounging between Geordi’s legs against his chest. They sat there for 3 minutes, 21 seconds while Data used Geordi’s solid presence to cope with the emotion. Geordi calmly clocked Data’s slowing functions, radiating okayness and sliding his fingers across his bioplast.
“Good, baby, very good. I’m so proud of you. You’re doing perfectly. I love you so much.” Geordi kissed him very lightly on the cheek.
“Geordi, please accept my apology. I will endeavor not to repeat that outburst ever again. I feel better now and therefore see that I overreacted.” He turned his head to look at Geordi.
Geordi smiled widely and kissed Data passionately. “Baby, don’t apologize! That’s what crying is for ! You felt shitty and overwhelmed, right?” Data nodded. “And now you feel better?” Another nod. “Well then it’s time to celebrate! You, my darling android, have had your first cry. You handled it well. C’mere.” Geordi hugged Data from behind.
“May I request something of you, Geordi?” Data felt uncomfortable with asking for anything, but he knew Geordi wanted to do what he was going to ask for.
“Of course. What’s up?” The response was muffled as Geordi kissed Data’s hair.
“I would like to complete my sexual subroutine. But I do not wish to turn off my emotions. Are you able to walk me through it, so to say? Slowly. I do not wish to cry again.” The shame was still burning embers in the back of his mind, but Geordi was correct: he did feel better, and there was little more quintessentially human than that. Emotional release, indeed.
“Yeah! Yeah, absolutely, let’s do it! Let’s make sure we communicate really carefully, baby. Here, lie down. I’ll start very slow and we can talk.” They rearranged themselves, Data on his back and Geordi next to him on his side, facing Data with their legs lightly tangled.
Geordi ran his fingers lightly across Data’s jaw, turning his head to kiss him. He was soft and light with his touches which Data appreciated. “So, Data. Let’s back up and do some investigating, huh? Last night at the party, talk to me about how you’ve felt. Let’s start with a… level 3 specificity.”
Level 1 was general, usually 10-30 words.
Level 2 was a short summary of events with no extraneous comments.
Level 3 was a summary with some comments.
Level 4 was full specificity.
Data moved Geordi’s hand to his chest and moved it back and forth by the wrist, demonstrating the petting motion he desired and getting it. Geordi was good.
“Yesterday I awoke and thought about how I had been with this crew for a year and felt gratified. I rose and got ready, then went to the bridge for my shift. I felt positivity on the bridge and nothing notable happened, except that commander Riker told a joke which I understood. That felt good.”
Geordi was watching Data with rapt attention. He had forgotten to move his hand, so it was resting lightly just above Data’s artificial navel.
“Go on, baby, you’re doing great.” He said.
Data continued. “My shift ended at 1800. I returned to my quarters to feed Spot before attending the festivities in ten forward. The festivities were very enjoyable, though mildly overstimulating. Then-”
He halted when Geordi lifted his head. “Wait, overstimulating? What’s overstimulation like through your eyes?”
“It was not terribly unpleasant. Loud and crowded places overload my working memory quickly, but it is easily remedied with a 60-second reboot which I can perform in an empty room or corridor.”
Geordi sat up and kissed Data deeply while moving to sit on him. “Okay, Data. Keep going.”
“When I saw you at the party, I experienced a strong surge of happiness and longing. I wished primarily to kiss you but knew that I could not. I watched you carefully because you looked like you had made an important decision and you consumed more alcohol than is recommended for your body weight.”
Geordi giggled. “Baby, I was so nervous I couldn’t even eat! I was pretty drunk, but when I did this -” he kissed him briefly, “I meant it. I will mean it every time forever.”
“I watched you watch me. You came up to me with your cheeks warm and you were wobbling on your feet. I felt worried. We went to the table where we spent our first date, and I reminisced to myself about the feelings I experienced that night almost a year ago. I had not known at the time that they were feelings, but even then they were pleasant.”
Geordi kissed him again. “I love you.”
“And I you, Geordi. At the table, I enjoyed your short toast and while you sipped your drink, I added ‘glass-clinking’ and the sub-entry ‘pretending to clink a glass when not holding one’ to my list of amusing human habits. Then, you stood and leaned towards me and you were very close. I find myself reacting as I did then; I experienced an increase in respiration and biofluid circulation paired with a form of anxiety which was almost enjoyable.” He smiled, remembering what would shortly come next.
“Next was a moment I will remember forever. You told me that you loved me and we kissed. I felt wonderful and I feel wonderful again recounting it.”
“Data….” Geordi said his name in a way that meant he was going to cry. Having just experienced it for the first time, Data panicked and took hold of him, pulling him into a deep kiss and strong hug. When he sat up, there were tears slipping from under the visor anyway.
Data dried the tears. “Please do not cry, Geordi. I am recounting a happy moment.”
“They’re happy tears, Data. I can’t explain it now, just know I’m crying because I’m happy that you love me. Keep going, okay?”
“When you returned to your chair you looked so beautiful that I could not stand to have everyone looking at you. I told the captain we would be conducting maintenance and we left.”
“Hey, we didn’t do any maintenance. You better not get me in trouble!” Geordi said.
“I did the maintenance on my multilineal reasoning matrix early yesterday morning and created the log at 0017 today. Do not be concerned, Geordi. I would never consider involving you in a lie to the captain that I was unable to remedy, even one that he hears often and never begrudges. A small lie to spend time with a romantic partner is morally excusable from time to time.”
Geordi laughed and bit Data’s ear gently while sliding his hand down his abdomen. “Mmm, tell me about the next part with my visor off. I wanna imagine it from your eyes.” He said, before licking a cold stripe up Data’s neck.
Data’s sexual subroutine engaged and the surge of pleasure made him moan. Geordi answered it with one of his own, which still puzzled Data. “The sound I make when I experience pleasure is loud and unpleasant. Are you sure you do not wish me to program something more pleasant?” He asked, temporarily putting the recount aside, since Geordi had been listening so kindly and what came next should be recounted between kisses.
Geordi sighed. “This is… embarrassing, Data. So don’t think less of me! But I like that sound you make, and I like a lot of the other things that you probably don’t like about you. Like, for example, when you moan and it comes out all mechanical, like a cold-started warp core? Here, feel.” He took Data’s hand and slid it between his legs, where the hot human penis was fully erect. “You see what you do to me?! I wasn’t even hard until just now. Pull your hand back, baby. I wanna drag this out for you. Anyway, it’s hot. Like, I fell in love with you. YOU, Data. Not some hypothetical human version of you. I fell in love with these synthetic hairs, these, mmm,” another kiss, this one searing hot and charged like a photon cloud. “These bioplast lips. I fell in love with Data the android, baby. Not Data-but-I-wish-you-were-human. I like your body. This body with its mechanical nuances and its great features like self-heating. Actually, Data, I think I have some answers for you, and then I’m going to make you feel so fucking loved that you never try to change your cute moan again.”
Geordi sat up. “Alright. How often do you normally do that 60 second reboot?”
“Hourly when I am doing things which take a lot of new processing, as opposed to every 6 hours when I am doing repetitive tasks.”
“Okay. And how many times have you done it since the party?”
“I have not. I have been with you.” Realization dawned. “I have not completed a reboot for nearly 24 hours, and I have done many tasks that required new processing. I may have become overwhelmed simply because of… clutter.”
“Well, I cry because my brain gets cluttered too, baby. Why don’t you go ahead and reboot now?”
“I could, Geordi, but please recall your quantum computer science. A reboot wipes all of my running processes, so we would have to…” he gestured to his erection, twitching as the routine ran. “Start over.”
Geordi roared with laughter. “Hold on, baby, watch.” He stood, naked and iron-hard. His laughter made his penis bounce wildly, which struck Data as endearing. He watched intently as Geordi hit the deck for 20 perfectly-formed push ups, naked back and shoulders flexing attractively. When he stood back up, he was no longer erect, blood having rushed to his shoulders and arms. “Alright, baby! Do that reboot and let’s start over together. Can I watch?”
“Certainly. In fact, please come here.” He pulled a slightly sweaty Geordi onto his lap. “I am gratified that my engineer is in love with me. At least I do not need to explain this process. Regardless, because I am also in love with my engineer, I will now warn you that I will appear to faint during the reboot and recalibrate myself manually upon waking, which regrettably mimics the muscular symptoms in a human condition called a stroke.”
Geordi laughed. “Okay, baby. I promise not to involve the good doctor while we’re naked. Enjoy.”
He laid his head on Data’s chest and listened as his internal systems powered down.
POWERING DOWN
POWERING UP
INITIATING LIFE SUPPORT
POSITRONIC NET ACTIVE
BIOFLUID PUMP ACTIVE
RESPIRATION ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
INITIATING SIGHT
SIGHT ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
INITIATING HEARING
HEARING ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
INITIATING TACTILE RECEPTORS
TACTILE RECEPTORS ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
INITIATING PERIPHERY SENSES
PERIPHERY SENSES ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
INITIATING MUSCULAR CONTROL
MUSCULAR CONTROL ACTIVE
SEARCHING…
NO ISSUES FOUND
WAKE-UP READY
INITIATING WAKE-UP. HELLO, DATA
“Wake-up complete. Hello, Geordi. I missed you.” He opened his eyes to see Geordi still there, mere centimeters from him and smiling.
“Thank you for doing that. Do you feel better? Please don’t do that again, Data. If we’re going to move in together you’ll have to reboot all the time while we’re cuddling and when I’m sleeping and stuff. Get comfy with it.”
Data nodded. “I am sorry. I was not sure how much time I would have with you. Now that I know you do not wish me to leave, I will no longer put off rebooting.”
Geordi didn’t say anything. He sunk the final few inches and kissed Data’s lips, then along his cheek and over his jawline. Data focused on Geordi and the sensations he was creating with his mouth.
Geordi kissed and bit Data’s neck, which was quickly becoming a shortcut to initiating the sexual subroutine and flooding his circuits with pleasure. He did nothing to change the sound he made except to modulate the volume to 75db. It was still much louder than he spoke, but not quite as loud as the buzz of the engines at warp 7. He would not damage Geordi’s hearing no matter how much he asked.
“Fuuuck, Data. I love that sound. I’m just gonna move nice and slow and you just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Okay?”
“Okay, Geordi. It feels good when you kiss me and when you tell me you like me the way I am built. It also feels good when you bite my neck and I am curious to see how it feels to be bitten elsewhere.”
“Great start, baby. How’s this?” Geordi shifted, bending to bite Data’s shoulder. Pleasure shot through him.
“Yes. More, please.” Another bite came to his clavicle, another to his pectoral, and Geordi’s soft warm tongue licked over the bitten spot.
“Data, you have nipples. Are they purely decorative?” Geordi asked, still biting and licking his way down Data’s chest. He latched his teeth around one nipple and Data cried out.
“Geordi! That feels wonderful. A moment ago I would have replied in the affirmative, as I believed they were decorative only. But -” his voice tumbled through 53 random tones over the course of 3.25 seconds. “But I have never…”
Geordi continued, marking Data’s bioplast with dents that began filling themselves in immediately. The sensation was incredible; Data never wanted it to stop.
That is, until that wonderful mouth fell to Data’s penis and kissed it. His eyes flew open, startled by the vocalization that ripped itself from his throat.
“Oh, baby, you like that, huh?” Geordi cooed. “Tell me what’s good.”
“It is all good, Geordi. Oh. That is good. And that.” He was making a litany of sounds reminiscent of the matter recycler, echoing in Geordi’s quarters.
Geordi could not fit the entire organ in his mouth, but he appeared to be trying. Data caught him by the shoulders and pulled him up. “Geordi. Why are you doing that?”
He wiped his mouth and dropped his hand to continue stroking Data while they spoke. Data dropped his head back and shut his eyes.
“Uh, I’m sucking your dick. The ‘why’ is like… to make you come. Can you specify?” Geordi’s bright smile shone through the haze.
“You are going to choke. Or vomit. I do not - nnndddgggdggnd - I do not like that.” Geordi’s hand was moving quickly.
“Okay. If I promise not to choke or vomit, even though that would be the coolest way to die ever, can you please come in my mouth?”
Data nodded. “Please use caution. You are very good at this. Please… do not bite me there.”
Geordi laughed with his mouth already back around Data’s erection and very nearly did bite him, but the vibration of the laugh was ecstasy and Data found himself suddenly frantically dismissing his orgasm trigger.
“Geordi!” His voice was like an explosion and he modulated the volume again. “May I?”
Geordi hummed an affirmative and Data did. Heat and sensation lit every circuit, servo, and copper neuron in his body, every muscle fluttering. Geordi swallowed one, two, three times before releasing him. Geordi climbed back up and tangled himself in Data’s limbs.
“Mmm. Good?” He asked.
“That is, to use a human phrase, an understatement.” Data had not moved, so Geordi curled around him where he was.
“Data, can you get warm again?”
“Gladly, Geordi. But you are aroused.”
“Mm, true. Maybe I’ll take a nap and have another dream of you fucking me against the warp core so hard you break it and cause a breach.” Geordi said.
Data stiffened in alarm. “Geordi, that would be extremely hazardous to your health and the health of everyone on board, plus break numerous regulations and safety rules, such as starfleet regulation code 83294.7 subsection F, which clearly states that-”
“Data. It’s just a fantasy, babe. That would be scary as hell in real life. But in my dream, it’s like… you’re fucking me against the warp core, and you’re so strong that you break the casing. And the warp particles are floating around, and the computer is counting down to breach, and then it’s like I AM the warp core and the computer is counting down to when I finish. That’s the dream that woke me up this morning.”
Data calculated. This sounded like a fantasy that could be safely acted out in the holodeck, and he opened a new file: GEORDI LA FORGE: SEXUAL FANTASIES.. “Geordi, tell me more about this fantasy. I am intrigued. Why is something so dangerous sexually stimulating?” Data would never admit to playing dumb, not even under torture.
Geordi giggled. “Well, Data, it’s just exhilarating. You know, a rush. Plus, uh… I like… machinery. You, and the warp core, the ship… it's all kinda sexy.” He looked down, thoroughly humiliated, but Data smiled.
“Well, Geordi, your birthday is approaching in 34 days. Shall I program a holodeck experience based around your fantasy?” Data asked. Geordi hated surprises, so they always discussed birthday gifts in advance. He also had several wrapped items prepared already, but had been looking for an experience to top it off.
Geordi smiled. “That sounds excellent, Data. I think I will take a nap though. Do you mind…?”
Geordi smiled and snuggled into his chest as Data allowed his body temperature to rise. The human was asleep in seconds, and Data ran his dream routine.
Geordi loved him. He loved Geordi. The universe was rosy. He silently thanked Doctor Soong for his life before slipping into the semi-consciousness of mechanical dreamland.