Brobots

  Jared came in the front door and kicked off his shoes. He walked through to the kitchen to find Byron placing two hot pizzas on the table and pouring glasses of wine. ‘Oh! This is nice!’

  ‘Yeah. Last night together. Didn’t want to waste a minute, so I cooked.’

  ‘I like your thinking. Where’s Artie?’

  ‘Alma took her for walks today. She just came back and offered to keep her at her place with the pups tonight. I hope you don’t mind?’

  ‘No! That’s… that’s great. So what flavor do we have?’

  ‘Diavolo again. Your favorite I presume.’

  ‘Mmm. Hot and spicy. Just like you.’ Jared watched Byron move utensils over to the sink for washing later. He was so hot in his new clothes that Jared felt his knees give way again. He decided to sit down at the table before collapsing.

  Byron sat right back in his chair stuffing chunks of spicy pizza into his mouth like he was having the best time ever. ‘I can’t wait to see my bro’s. It’s gonna be so great.’

  ‘Yeah. I’m really happy about this. And you’re just beaming about it which is great. I’ll miss you though.’

  ‘I’ll miss you too, Jared. Lots. Do you like the pizza?’

  ‘It’s great. I’m just not sure how hungry I am.’

  ‘Somethun’ wrong?’

  ‘No. Just… you’re distracting me with your good looks.’

  Crumbs of pizza crust were falling on to Byron’s lap. He brushed them away. His tool was semi alert and caught up in the lap fold of his trackies. Jared noticed that it wasn’t all just fabric going on there. The brushing made the head bob like it was spring loaded. Jared felt faint.

  ‘Good day at work?’

  ‘Also distracting. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. Or about tonight.’

  They finished their meal in record time, not even noticing the untouched glasses of wine. ‘I’ll clean up later,’ said Byron. ‘Wanna go get some hugs?’

  Jared led down on Byron’s bed next to him. Both were on their sides. Both fully clothed. Byron clothed and booted. Jared didn’t mind. He figured Byron was trying his best to appeal. It was all kind of sexy: the effort as much as anything else.

  ‘I don’t mind if it’s just hugs you want, Byron.’

  ‘You said to take it slow, so… But I thought we could have a totally big hug session, right?’

  ‘Definitely.’ They leaned in to one another, caressing and exploring the wonder of each others’ bodies. ‘But something Susan said last night really helped.’

  ‘It did?’

  ‘Mmhmm. She said I could take your love as real.’

  ‘It’s real, Jared.’ Byron looked into Jared’s blues. ‘Some days away will certainly do us both good. We both need to make sure. But this feeling’s just getting stronger every day.’

  Jared stroked a high cheekbone with his thumb. Byron’s recessed eyes and thick brows were so cute, and his button nose even more so. ‘I feel it too.’

  They kissed. Slowly at first. Byron followed Jared’s lead, tongues rolling over each other like magnets at opposing ends wanting to flip together. Jared pressed his body into Byron’s, sensing his width and strength. His bulge pressed against Byron’s own and they both started throbbing hard. Jared lifted his upper leg over Byron’s to liberate against the hardness somewhat. Byron did similar, slipping his upper leg between Jared’s. Jared moved his upper hand behind Byron’s neck, cupping his ear with thumb and index finger, and feeling the short cropped hair on his finger tips. They kissed harder.

  Without really thinking, Jared started a gyrating motion. At first he was barely touching Byron’s tool with his own. Just ever so gently brushing heads in a sizzling rotating fashion. A thousand signals pulsed up to Byron’s CPU and sent his dick throbbing harder. He moaned into Jared’s mouth. There it was again. Helpless yet ready. Malfunctioning yet purring like a finely tuned engine. Short circuiting and more alive with each short spark. Sensing the urgency, Jared pushed his body closer. The gyrations increased slightly in pace and strength. As they did, that CPU signal triggered a short spout of lubricant to jet out of Byron’s tool. The fabric hood of his erection went moist, sending Jared into a tremor of lubricant himself. ‘Oh god!’ Jared exclaimed.

  Jared moved his hand down Byron’s back. He was so broad. So strong. Jared loved every inch of him. His hand kept moving, until it was resting on Byron’s ass. He hadn’t felt it before. It was softer than other areas. Padded. It felt so good. He raised himself up a little so he could kiss better and could reach further across. Finding the recess of Byron’s butt, he started to draw a finger up and down it. Byron growled, sending Jared into a frenzy of deep kissing.

  ‘Fuck me, Jared. Please. I want you to fuck me.’

  ‘Do you… even know how it works?’

  ‘Yeah. I know. I’ve been doing research.’

  ‘Oh you have?’

  ‘It helped me work out that I prefer men.’

  ‘I want to, but…’

  ‘What?’

  ‘I’m afraid that if we do this then I really will fall in love with you. And if I do that, you might break my heart.’

  ‘I won’t. I promise. I love you. I don’t ever want us to be apart.’

  Jared pushed Byron over so that he was on his back. He straddled Byron’s body and kissed down on every part. They pulled off each others’ shirts and rubbed their chests together sending chemical and artificial signals spinning in a microscopic firework display.

  With a last tender kiss on the lips, Jared nudged Byron’s legs with his own. Byron frowned, so Jared had to say, ‘roll over’. He did, and Jared straddled him. First he kissed the nape of Byron’s neck. Then down, licking the valley of Byron’s ‘spine’. Reaching Byron’s ass he moved his fingers in the crease again. He rolled his dick free from his own pants and shoved it there, moving back up to kiss Byron’s neck. ‘You’re so freaking hot, Byron. I can’t get enough of you.’

  The pants were only a day old, but Jared didn’t care. Instead of pulling them down, he just ripped them at the seam. Then he spat on the tip of his tool and pressed it gently into Byron’s ass.

  ‘Oh god. Jared!’

  Jared’s dick easily found its home up against the entrance to Byron’s hole. Rocking forward gently he nudged it with his head. ‘That’s so nice. Oh god. I want it in there, Jared.’ Jared throbbed harder with the open invitation. He wanted it too, more than anything right now, but the invitation turned his dial to eleven.

  Very gently, Byron’s hole was relenting. Jared held still, his dick head half in and half out, letting Byron get used to the sensation. ‘Just relax, Byron. I got this.’ He nudged a little more and then he was fully in and pushing deeper. As he did, he let himself down to rest chest against back and use his whole body to rub against Byron’s. He held still. If he moved, he would come straight away and he wanted this to last.

  Once Jared felt clear of the climax, and Byron was relaxed enough with him there, he gently and slowly rocked letting his wide thick tool caress the thousands of nerves in Byron’s ass. Byron was going so stiff he thought his dick might pop. He pushed up a little, showing Jared he wanted some room. Jared relaxed off. With Jared still inside him, they moved in unison until Byron was standing with his left hand on a table corner, his right hand higher up against the wall, one booted leg on the floor, and the other atop a box with his knee bent. Jared could now enter him with a little more force against where his prostate would be – running from the base of his balls into his ass. The slow, yearning, comfortable rock had Byron’s dick swinging in the track pant fabric up front. He thought he might explode at any minute; each slight move sent the fabric across the head of his tool creating a sizzle of signals to his central processor.

  Jared steadied himself with his left hand on Byron’s belly, toying with the LED power light. His other hand caressed Byron’s raised right leg and then reached round the front to grab his tool. ‘Fuck!’ Byron said. ‘Yes, Jared. Hold me.’ Jared slipped
his hand over the waistline and grabbed Byron’s member with his fist, starting to pump it inside the pants. The tip was tickled even more by the fabric only adding to Byron’s pleasure. ‘Oh god!’

  Jared couldn’t hold on for much longer. He wanted this to be romantic. Slow. Meaningful. Lovemaking. But this was their first time and it was never going to be any of those things. There was too much animal and animate need. The lust overtook, but this still meant love. More love than either of them knew what to do with.

  As Byron came closer to climax with Jared, fear approached his mind. He’d never climaxed before. He knew it was technically possible. He just hadn’t done it. Would he be OK? Would something break? He didn’t care. Jared was inside him and it felt so good. He wanted this moment never to end. ‘Oh, bro’. Yeah that’s so good baby. Oh fuck.’ Byron’s deep tone voice echoed against the wall and into Jared’s ears like music.

  Jared kept the pace slow, but pushed with more strength going deeper. He made sure to pull out each time almost to Byron’s rim before pushing back in. This made it more pleasurable for both of them. Each penetration was a miracle to him. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He kissed his man tenderly, sending his hard dick into Byron’s hole.

  Getting covered in sweat, the sweat rubbed off on Byron’s back lubricating it. It trickled down making the waistband of Byron’s track pants wet. Jared’s hot hands had also made Byron’s pants glisten. He felt something change inside. He was starting to head for the climax. ‘I’m gonna come, Byron. Fuck! What do I do?’

  ‘Do it, Jared. I want you to come into me. I want to feel you in there.’

  ‘Oh god. Byron. God! Will you be OK? I don’t want to hurt you. Are you even built for this?’

  ‘Jared! Fuck! Yeah! Oh god. Do it.’

  Jared convulsed with his whole body as the climax came. His eyes went wide and every sense came alive at once. It was like a water dam set free with explosives. His come fired into Byron like a fire hose on full blast. Byron’s body responded sending pulses deep inside. They triggered his balls to pump sending his own come through his dick in thick generous waves filling the front of his pants again and again. He felt like his components were melting. Like a million transistors were exploding inside. Lines of code careering off track like high speed trains derailing. Cogs of heavy factory machinery spinning off in spouts of steam.

  Why is it possible for the act of penetration for a man to feel like domination? How can it feel like that as well as sweet adoring love? Why does it betray one’s own heart, beginning with innocent pure passion and ending with a self-centered triumph? Comic books heroes often explore what it means to be a man. The hero we want to emulate has the power to destroy another; represented in the camp sexual frisson of powers and tools used for destruction or liberation. A smorgasbord of comic strips played scenes in Jared’s mind right at the wrong moment. Damn my brain.

  Byron slouched forward, thinking at first that it was a decisive move. But it wasn’t. His sight started to fade. Pixelation kicked in. Remembering the last time this happened on the construction site, he panicked. But he had no strength to say anything. His body powered down leaving him collapsed on the carpet in a heavy wasted heap. The last thing he heard was Jared in a cry of desperation.

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  Byron came back online. He was laid on his back in his bed. Jared was straddled over him looking down and kissing. ‘That was so good, baby. Did I go offline?’

  ‘You forgot to charge. Your battery was completely flat.’

  ‘Oh god. Yeah. I forgot. I wanted to get everything so right for tonight. I was due a charge at lunch time and forgot.’

  ‘Had me freaked out for a while. Thought I’d fried your parts.’

  ‘Oh, don’t worry man. You still did that.’ He sniggered.

  ‘Don’t you get internal warnings for things like a power low?’

  ‘I switched them off this morning. Didn’t want them getting in the way of this special day.’

  ‘Did I make you explode?’

  ‘You did baby. It was so good. Can’t you see?’ He motioned down to where his crotch was soaked through. Jared curled his lips in a wicked smile.

  Jared led down on him then; his head against Byron’s chest. His fingers checked the charging cable one more time. Then he reached down to caress Byron’s dick, replaying the sex in his mind, and then happily he drifted off to the best night’s standby he’d had in years.

  The Bro’s

  It was the week before Christmas. Neither Byron nor Jared minded being apart from each other. They’d both already received and given of each other. The forthcoming holidays were almost a non-event for both of them. They were both just happy that a break was coming.

  This was Byron’s third day on the farm. The first day he’d spent most of the time hearing all the different stories of escape. Toby’s was the first. A turn of fortunes for one business had left him without an employer. There was no way he was standing around to be seized as an asset for the creditors, and so he slowly found his way to America using cargo ships and a great deal of walking.

  Other stories were less dramatic. Peter had simply been left behind at the end of a project and decided to use the opportunity to drop out. Again, ships provided a route out where the UK’s airport security systems had been impassable.

  William, Jo and Harris had less far to come, all being in the States from the start. Harris was being used rather unfairly as an HQ receptionist and simply walked out at the end of a shift. Will had worked so late that he missed the close down on the site one night. By the time he’d reached ground level, nobody was looking for him and it was just too easy to walk down to the underground and off ultimately to the wilds. Jo was one Brobotic amongst a traditional team of humans. After a couple years of great work they’d all taken compassion and paid the company for his cost to replace so he could walk away a free man, except that of course he wasn’t free.

  When Byron explained that he’d been wrapped up in the international news scandal the other bro’s were in awe. Of course, they had all sorts of questions about Jared and Yana’s work that he didn’t have the answers to - having not been operational until far past the date of the news release.

  He saved the part he was most interested in until the end of that first day; finding out how Tasley had saved Chuck and Ned from the grasp of a firm in denial about its own shady beginnings or the very doom of Construcsapli that it had helped to create.

  The second day, in the morning at least, the crowd had chatted eagerly about how many other construction firms might start finding units going walkabout. Tasley had sat glued next to Byron the whole first day, and this morning they were still inseparable. Between them they explained to the others what Byron and his bro’s called “the spark”, and they all speculated as to why so few Brobotics got the spark at all, while some Type A’s like Toby were awake when they shouldn’t have been.

  In the afternoon they’d all had enough of talking about the past or the future and just wanted to be present with the moment. Harris called up what had become the crowd’s favorite holo-vector game before the addition of the four new local bro’s and Peter took it upon himself to explain the moves and strategy in his endearing London English accent. ‘It’s nuffin like that. What you gotta do, right, is take dese littuw bits n’ add ‘em to the boxiz wivout your oppownent nowticin’. Dat way you get the uppa haand. Devil’s in the detail an’ it’s all about bein’ schly.’

  Byron and Tasley played as one, sharing turns. Ned and Chuck were used to that but the others pulled their legs about having a ‘bromance’. Tasley pumped out his chest and simply said with comic gruff: ‘you know what, dudes? That’s exactly what it is. You got a problem with that you need to take it up with Byron; an’ he’s bigger than any of you!’

  Today was quieter. In the morning Byron and Tasley went for a walk around one of the fields. They’d checked with Harris to make sure that was okay, which it was so far from anywhere else. Byron told Tasley all
about Jared. How much they loved each other. What Jared liked. The night he’d had out at the Palm Tree bar meeting Jason and a dreadful drunk. The comments from Alma. The fun with Artie and the gardening. Tasley was amazed that all this had been happening to him whilst he’d been stuck back on site wondering if Byron was even alive. He was just so glad that he was, and that he was happy.

  Neither was Tasley too surprised that Byron had fallen for a man. It kind of made sense when he thought about it, and he didn’t feel weird at all. ‘You’re still my best bro’. You know that’, is all he’d replied, wrapping Byron in a bear hug as he did so.

  On their way back, conversation had turned to how difficult it was for Byron getting used to all his emotions. Love, want, need, desire, lust, happiness, regret, sadness and so on. As he did so, however, two things became clear. One was that this was only Tasley’s fifth full day on the farm. It was too soon for him, Chuck and Ned to be experiencing much at all – other than disorientation. The other was that Byron could only explain each emotion by attaching it in turn to an example story. Happiness was not just happiness the word. It was working with his hands in the garden and deciding to stop when he wanted to. Lust was not just that shadow of a feeling they were both aware of, but could be a surging torrent of digital bits like when his last night of romance with Jared before coming to the farm had turned quickly into a night of passionate sex.

  But he was finding this task laborious and tough; and Tasley was just responding to each mini story with an excited nod and smile that said he was eager, but also that he wasn’t getting it. Byron needed help.

  They got back to the house. Byron took Harris to one side since Susan had seemed to have him in charge of most things and told him what he wanted to do.

  ‘Susan said something to me when I met her. I wanted to come here to see my bro’s again. Which was enough reason alone. But she said if I stayed a few days perhaps I could help them come to terms with their wake ups once they started switching on.’