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The door to the office jingles. It’s a fight to get the old hinges to move, but eventually the door gives way and Nick and his partner stumble inside. They’re both a mess. Exhausted, smothered in dirt, sweat, and smatterings of blood here and there. And drenched in rain. This night wasn’t the kindest to them.
Nick walks to his desk, leaning on his right hand as he guides himself to the chair. He plops down, his joints creaking gently as he does so. He lets out a gentle sigh.
“Well,” Nick starts, “That couldn’t have gone any smoother.”
That earns a gentle huff through the nose from the survivor. “You know. I’d have to agree.” They sigh and rub their thumb into their calloused hand. “I found them quite hospitable.”
Nick shakes his head with a gentle grin tugging at his withered lips. He doesn’t say anything else, sitting still in his office chair to let his fans cool down his innerworkings.
The detective then shrugs off his coat and winces gently, grabbing at his side. “Mhh, damn.” He whispers. The survivor perks and glances his way. “Somethin’ up, Nick?”
He uses his flesh hand to feel along his side, given it still has feeling receptors in it. “Think I got nicked. Nothin’ big. Barely felt it til now.” The sleuth waves his hand dismissively. “Well, let me take a look at it.” The wastelander insists as they walk over.
“No need for that.” Valentine responds simply, but they’ve already got their hands on them. They glance up to him when they grab his shirt, ready to unbutton it. But they’re waiting for his go ahead.
The detective’s brows furrow gently. He thinks they’re making too much of a fuss about him. But if it’ll make them feel better, he supposes he’ll allow it. He lets out a gentle sigh, and he nods softly.
The survivor then gently unbuttons his old white button down and they gently slide his suspenders off his shoulders. It's silent as they work. Except for the gentle pattering of the rain hitting the tin roof of the office, paired with the soft music from the radio.
They click their tongue gently when they see his side. An entry point of a gunshot. If he’s only just now feeling it, it must have missed somewhere vital. But they should still be sure.
“Mind if I open you up?” They glance up to him and Nick breathes through his nose, chuckling quietly. “A little late for this, don’t you think? I don’t need sleep, but you look like you’re two seconds away from cozying up to the floor if you’re not careful.”
“C’mon, Nick. It’ll be quick. And it’ll make me a little less worried.” “I’m starting to suspect you might go gray with how much you worry over me. I’m alright, really. Not the first time I’ve been dinged up. Won’t be the last.” He assures.
The survivor simply puts a hand on their hip and looks at him. He looks back for a moment, his yellow eyes glowing dimly in the dark office. The gumshoe then pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re more like Ellie everyday, you know that?” His voice is light, a chuckle following his words.
“Alright, just be careful. I can’t have you rewiring my left hand to my right. Be real hard to be of any help if everythings backwards.”
“Har, har.” They roll their eyes gently and kneel down slowly. They feel along the seams of him carefully, thumbs gliding over the indents in his synthetic skin before they gently pry a panel open. They then lean back and search through Nick’s drawers, snagging a small handheld flashlight from it.
They look him over carefully. Slowly. Making sure to glance and analyze every little detail so they don’t miss a thing. They then click their tongue softly.
Nick glances down at them as they glance up. “What is it?” “Looks like it snagged some of your wires near your pelvic frame.” They huff softly and rummage around in his desk again. “I’m not sure what it’s attached to but, well, if it’s a wire, it’s gotta be important.”
“You might feel some pressure, or some minor pinching or pain. I’m not really sure.” The survivor then places the flashlight in their mouth so both their hands can work on him.
They gently grab the wires, massaging them with their thumb to find their frayed ends. They glance over them and prepare some tape they’d snagged from the detective’s plethora of items he’d haphazardly thrown into his desk drawers and forgot about.
The wastelander then gently begins to work the wires into each other again. Weaving and twisting. Moving carefully and with care. They then perk when a spark flies from the wires and Nick lurches forward.
“Nick??” They lean back, but keep a hold on the wires. They can’t undo the work they’d just done. “Sorry, I–” He clears his throat and leans back, his metal fingers tapping into the arm of the chair he was sitting in. His leg beginning to bounce.
“I’m er, not sure what that was. Not really familiar with that… Sensation.”
“Did it hurt?” “No, ah…” Nick doesn’t really want to explain what that was. It felt good. He felt he should feel bad that it felt good.
“Here, let me…” The detective insists, his hand gliding to his partner in crime’s wrist. His metal phalanges gently wrapping around the soft, warm skin. This all felt so… Intimate, all of a sudden.
“I got this, Nick.” They assure. “Stop bein’ so damn stubborn. It’s my damn wires, I can fix em myself. Just, ah, please get your hands outta there.” The synth’s tone is practically pleading.
The survivor nods softly, moving their hands out of him. “Sorry.” They murmur softly. “No, I…” Nick sighs out and rubs his face softly. “It’s just… Different this time. I know you’ve tuned me up countless times before. But this time it's just… I feel real… Full. There’s this pressure I’ve never really… It feels… I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Does it feel good?”
Nick doesn’t quite know how to respond first. He’s hesitant to open his mouth. Eventually he does, his voice soft and hushed.
“Yes.”
“Would you let me try again?” The survivor’s voice is quiet now, too. Soft. As if not to startle him. Once again the old synth is hesitant, taking time to respond. He gently shifts in his seat.
“Sure.” He murmurs quietly, slowly moving his hands back to the arms of the chair. The person sat before him offers him a gentle, reassuring smile as they take hold of his wires again.
They work carefully as they did before. And then the wires spark once more. Nick writhes gently this time, his fingers digging into the chair gently. “Hff…” He breathes hard through his nose. His fans beginning to pick up and whirr gently.
They don’t stop this time, gently pinching the wires in place. The movement causes Nick to spread his legs gently and tap his foot. His eyes fall shut and his brows furrow. He refuses to say a word. Trying to process just what he was feeling. And why it felt so good. So overwhelming.
The survivor then takes some tape and carefully welds together the wires before they close up the panel. “Nick.” Their voice is still incredibly soft.
He acknowledges them not with words, but with a gentle tilt up of the head. His eyes opening and glanced at them.
The survivor smiles gently. Warmly.
“You’re aroused.”
Nick’s face flushes a deep orange, he goes to speak before he locks up when he feels their warm palm between his thighs, pushing down against the arousal pronouncing itself in his slacks.
“Ah! Oh!” He leans back, a stuttering gasp coming from him. His fans whirring faster.
“Ever done this before?”
“No, ah, can’t say I have. Always had the parts… Never had the dance partner.”
“Do you want me to continue?”
The old synth swallows hard. Weighing his options. He then nods carefully. Slowly.
The survivor offers him another warm smile as they gently begin to move their hand up and down against the bulge in his pants. The detective’s hips instinctively begin to roll up against their palm.
“Damn.” Valentine hisses through grit teeth, gently gripping onto the chair. He’s never really experienced this before. He’s lived a long, hard life in the Commonwealth but he’s never had time for this. Nor any point for it. He’s been working hard constantly. Never really been intimate with anyone.
The feeling was so much. It made his head fuzzy, his fans buzz, and his coolant pumps work overtime. He couldn’t quite explain just how it felt. But it felt good. So incredibly good.
Nick was beginning to breathe hard and make soft noises here and there. Gentle, hushed, groans and moans. His thigh bounces and his finger taps.
The sleuth then tenses when his partner unbuttons his pants and slowly takes out his length. Their hands running slowly up and down the shaft.
“Ohhh…” He draws out, head lolling back as his thigh bounces faster.
A loud gasp is torn from him when he feels their warm, wet mouth envelop the head of his cock. His eyes shoot open and his hands cling desperately to the chair beneath him.
“What are, what are you, oh-!” Nick stumbles over his words. This is the first time he’s ever found himself tongue tied.
The survivor quickly pulls off. “Need to stop?”
“No, I, ah, just–” He swallows hard, and then he laughs softly. “It’s just… Different. Seeing it and… Participating.”
“Seeing?” The survivor inquires, a playful smirk on their face.
“You think the old Nick never indulged?” Nick chuckles gently. The survivor clicks their tongue softly. “Huh… Y’know, I never thought about it. Must be awkward getting those kind of flashes during work.”
“Believe me, it is.” Nick grins gently.
As the survivor lowers their head to take him in their mouth again, Nick allows himself to ease into the action. He takes in a sharp, quick inhale as he feels their warmth wrap around him again.
They carefully take about half of his length into their mouth and stroke at what they don’t quite have yet sitting on their tongue.
As his partner bobs their head slowly and moves their hand, Nick practically melts into the seat. His head tilts back and he can see the ceiling fan turning slowly. And then his eyes flutter shut.
And then he begins to moan. Soft noises at first. He was hesitant to make any sort of noise until he quickly picked up on the fact it made the survivor eager. Encouraged them. So he tried not to hold back, though sometimes he did so instinctively.
“Ohhh… Hffhhh… Damn…” Nick gasps out softly, thigh bouncing again. He then lets out a broken, drawn out whine when the wastelander takes him deeper into their mouth. His body trembles and shakes. It feels he was coming undone at the seams. That his screws were bound to come loose and his hinges threatening to fall off.
Nick then brings a shaking hand up to the survivor’s head, tangling it in their hair. His hips carefully, experimentally, rocking into their mouth. This earns a pleased hum from the survivor in front of him.
Their tongue glides along the underside of his shaft, and as they pull up, they suck softly at his tip and glide their tongue tip over his slit. It tears another crackling, broken whine from the old synth.
“Damn, ah– Feels like, feels like I’m overheating.” The sleuth laughs softly, though the sound is quickly drowned out by his own moans. He’s getting louder and louder by the second.
Nick’s begun to shift and squirm in his seat. He lifts his hips up, then promptly sits back down. His thighs bounce and spread, and his legs kick out gently. His chest heaves and he clings hard onto the chair beneath him. It’s so much. Oh, it’s just too much.
“Oh, oh! Ahhh, God! F-Fuck!” Valentine gasps, eyes open wide as his hips begin to stutter and buck into the wet heat of their mouth. His head lolls to the side, then back, his jaw slack as he continuously makes noise.
“I’m, ah– I’m clo-oohh-se– close!” The synth gasps, his hips rocking into their mouth faster. The survivor, far too pleased with themself, eagerly moves their head faster.
As a last hoorah they quickly push their head downward, taking his entire length down his throat. Their nose smushed against his lower stomach. Their eyes open wide when they feel him shoot down their throat and feel his cock throb on their tongue as he cums.
Nick moans. And he moans loud. His voice box crackles and spots of static intercept his voice as he cries out.
The survivor swallows around him, moving their head back and forth a few more times to ride out his high before they slowly pull away. They use their pinky to gently wipe away their mouth, a soft smirk on their face.
“If you think that felt good, I’ve got one more thing I want to show you.”