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"Bender, can we have sex?" Fry blurts out, the words a chilled knife in the silence of the night.
Bender looks at him, taken aback but not daring to show it. "... Why, exactly?"
Fry shrugs. "I dunno. We've been best friends for years now, I was wondering what it'd be like."
"I mean..." Bender clears his nonexistent throat. "I— Uh, I wouldn't, mind. Mostly, I'd be scared to hurt you."
"I doubt it, I don't get hurt easily!" Fry says with an air of pride, tossing off his covers, beckoning Bender over to his bed.
Bender casually sits beside Fry, and Fry snuggles into his arm. "So," Bender starts.
"So," Fry parrots, "How do we begin this?"
Bender tugs at his own pants — why does he even wear pants to bed? — and pulls them off. Of course, there's nothing down there to be hidden anyway. Well, at least not on the surface. "Allow me." He says, coating his nervousness with a flirty voice, as he slips Fry's pants off. They've seen each other naked a million times, it's not that big a deal, but in a moment such as this, where Fry asked him to have sex out of the blue, suddenly the both of them are blushing.
Fry's hand wanders absentmindedly between Bender's legs, against his lower plating. "Do you, have a dick down there or something?"
Bender sighs, what a way to come out. "Not exactly. See, I'm, uh, kinda like you in that sense."
Fry cranes his head like a confused dog. "Meaning what?"
"I'm trans, Fry." Bender responds with a soft scoff.
"Oh." Fry says, not fully grasping how that works, but accepting of it anyway. "Well, we don't happen to have any strap-ons around, so I suppose we're gonna have to find another way to do this."
Bender finds it genuinely sweet that Fry didn't take him being trans as a big deal and more as a small wrench in their plans. "There's always, jeez I dunno, tribadism?" Bender offers.
"We could mess around with that!" Fry says optimistically, considering the idea, metaphorically swatting the dirty scene out of his head. "I've always wondered, though..."
"Yeah?" Bender cooes, Fry moves to straddle his chassis.
"What's it like to sit on your face?" Fry muses, inching his cunt closer to Bender's mouthplate.
Bender grins. "See for yourself, meatbag." He flirts, resting his hands on Fry's thighs, bringing him down ever so slightly.
Fry shyly sits down fully, breathing heavily as he feels a soft vibration. The room is silent, aside from his own heavy breathing, but suddenly Bender moans, and the vibrations get harder.
"Fuck～!" Fry whines, he presses his thighs together, bucking his hips slightly.
Bender's optics are lidded, he makes sure to focus his vibrations on Fry's dick, and that makes him squeal pathetically. "You're so sensitive..." Bender toys, his voice muffled.
Fry stuffs his right hand with his ginger hair, he pants and starts rutting his hips onto Bender's cold face, his left fishing down to grip and feel at Bender's antenna. "Ahh, oh fuck— Bender!" He cries out, finishing rather prematurely.
Bender groans softly in pride, feeling slick and fluids spread across his mouthplate as Fry grinds his hips on him, slowing down to a halt.
A pang of guilt — or anxiety — hits Fry in the chest. "Shoot, sorry, Bender!" He says, his thighs quivering as he pulls himself off Bender's face.
Bender sits up, putting a hand to his mouthplate. "Holy shit..." Bender mutters, astounded by the sheer amount of fluids on him. "Fry, you can squirt?" He asks, incredulous.
Fry nods meekly. "Yeah... I don't, uh, do it on purpose, but yeah, I can." He admits sheepishly, and Bender's pulling him back against him, their chests pressed together as one of Bender's hands sneaks down between Fry's legs.
"I gotta make you do that again." He chirps, fingertips roaming Fry's entrance carefully, before one slips in.
"W-Wait!" Fry cries out, Bender pulls away immediately.
Bender feigns annoyance. "What gives?" He crosses his arms.
"I, wanna return the favour..." Fry smiles dumbly, inching his hand between Bender's tube-legs, peeling away at the plating under him.
Bender makes unintelligble noises of shock as his shiny metal ass is pulled off of him, albeit rather gently. Soft, warm digits roam around his bare openings, eventually finding the correct one after some trial and error (read: shoving his hand up to his wrist up his ass.)
Bender lets out a shy whine as two of Fry's fingers roam about his loose silicone tubing. "Fry..." Bender groans, pushing two of his own digits into Fry's entrance, making him yelp.
Fry can't believe that he's fingerfucking his best friend's cunt, and Bender feels the same way.
Fry clenches around his best friends metal fingers, bucking his hips onto them happily. "Christ, Bender～!" He whimpers, and with his thumb, he rubs at an exposed node right above Bender's tubing, making his thin, metallic legs buckle.
Bender's unsure how he or Fry haven't thought of having sex until now, and vice versa. They had the proper chemistry, and they knew each other's likes and dislikes from various chats of girlfriends and hook-ups. Why didn't they do this more often? Right. They weren't a couple.
They weren't in love, were they? Fry ponders, and suddenly thick fingers are hitting his g-spot, making him yell and spread his legs farther apart.
They weren't. They were only friends. Maybe friends with benefits, that could potentially be fun, but nothing more than that. Bender convinces himself mentally, even more so as Fry strokes his dick and antenna at the same time, and he feels pinpricks all over his frame.
Pulling his hand away from Bender's antenna, Fry clasps his mouth shut as he hits a second orgasm, spilling onto Bender's hand as his legs shake uncontrollably.
Bender overloads at the sight and with the added sensation of a fingertip rubbing his clit, he lets out a cloud of steam, his optics going cross-eyed as he whines out shamelessly.
They both pull their hands out of each other's cunts, looking down them in awe. They were just inside each other.
"Holy fuck..." Fry pants raggedly, he realizes that Bender's also breathing heavily, even though he doesn't need to.
Bender comes back to his senses, puffing out little clouds of steam. "... Holy fuck."
They both look at each other longingly, breathing heavily. And neither of them can wrap their heads around why they did what they did next.
Desperately, Fry and Bender embrace each other, soft lips meet a charged mouthplate as they moan into each other's mouths, their hands roaming each other's bodies frantically.
Bender pins Fry onto the bed before sitting up, intertwining their legs and pressing their hips together. Fry lets out a mute scream, his eyes widening at the sensation of it. Bender gasps pathetically, his legs bucking slightly.
Fry moans out happily, fucking his cunt against Bender's rapidly. "Feels so good— Holy shit～!" He stammers out, hips jutting quickly from the start.
"Fry, slow down～!" Bender whines, puffing out steam rhythmically and in tune with his needy sounds. "T-Too fast—!"
Fry whispers an apology as he slows down the pace, content at a relatively average speed. "Better～?" Fry asks, his free hand reaching for Bender's.
Bender holds Fry's hand, rocking his hips back satisfyingly. "Yeah, much better..."
"F-Fuck～! Bender, I-I—!" Fry gasps and heaves, thighs quivering as he pushes his hips into Bender's, his silicone tubing rutting against his own hot core.
Bender moans out loudly in ecstacy, leaning back slightly as Fry's clit rubs against his own. "Fuck yeah, that's good～..."
Fry still can't believe he's doing this. He's pretty sure Bender can't, either. If you were to tell him that he'd freeze himself, befriend a robot and then engage in vigorous scissoring with him, he'd be in tears of laughter.
Bender, on the other hand, never saw himself fucking a human. Humans were inferior to him. But what about this one? This one who, just like him, picked himself off the ground and made a man of himself? Nope. He never pictured himself fucking this one.
This felt so strange. Sex was what lovers did, not friends, right? Surely, after this, it meant that they had to date, right? And, even if they'd like that a lot more than they would admit, they could never. They're friends. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. They were better off with different people.
They refused to love each other. They're better off like this. If they have tension, they can just fuck it out.
They can't love each other.
They don't want to love each other.
But they're fine like this.
That's what they each tell themselves, and that's how it'll have to be.
Bender's my friend, I don't wanna lose him.
Fry's my friend, I don't wanna scare him off.
"Bender～" Fry screams, his cunt clenching around nothing — around what was Bender's fingers — as he bucks harder, the coil beneath his skin pulling taught like a bowstring. All he can feel is Bender's warmth on his, and it's driving him insane.
"Fry～" Bender moans, clit throbbing against Fry's, vision blurring and pixelating, seeing — feeling nothing but Fry, Fry, Fry—
"Bender～!"
"Fry～!"
"BENDER～!"
"FRY～!"
Neither of them would ever admit to anyone else that the best orgasm either of them had ever had was right now, rutting against each other like their lives depended on it.
They moaned out loudly, sitting up to hold the other and kiss, crying out to each other "I love you" in the dead of night, the only sounds being their fluids clashing, the only ones to ever hear them being the neighbors that were still awake at such an unholy hour.
Neither of them would ever utter to another soul how the best orgasm they had ever been given was by their best friend.
Fry and Bender pull away from each other, the overstimulation growing overbearing. Their cores are covered in each other's slick (Bender more so, as Fry once again squirted) and exhausted as can be.
A few seconds of silent bliss went by, before both of them started laughing gleefully, hugging each other, overjoyed.
"That was the best sex I've ever had!" Fry says happily, hugging Bender tightly as they lie back against the pillows, cuddling tightly.
"You know it, meatbag!" Bender barks joyfully, pulling out two beers from his chest compartment. "Here's to never telling anyone about this."
"Here's to." Fry clinks the glass bottle against Bender's, before uncapping it skillfully and downing a large swig of the beverage as Bender drinks it all in one go.
Yes, neither of them would ever admit that those confessions of love said in the heat of the moment were true.
Nonetheless, they cuddled tightly as they fell asleep in each other's arms.