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Geordi quickly made his way from sickbay back to his quarters. At first he tried to dodge people in the halls but the way his uniform felt so unbearable on his skin, like suffocating burlap, had him nearly jogging for his quarters’ door.

It felt like there was a bonfire deep in his belly, spreading up from his spine and singing his ears, cheeks, and fingertips. He was distantly concerned about how the amount of perspiration gathering around his ocular implants and brow looked, but no amount of social anxiety was about to make him slow down.

His hand made a loud bap sound as he used the keypad to open the door because his throat felt too tight to use the voice commands. He stumbled into his bedroom but missed the bed, instead tripping and collapsing next to it in his frantic movements to get his clothes off.

He hadn’t really intended to end up butt naked pressing the smooth plane of his back against the blissfully smooth and cold floor, but as he whipped off his visor so he could fully press his cheek down he was more than thankful for the sensation.

With a whine he turned fully onto his front, feeling the strange sensation of cold relief and soothing pressure on his swollen cock. He began to make small slow rocking motions with his hips against the smooth floor, too minute to be called thrusts.

Another small whine escaped his throat, his thoughts sluggish and complicated doing their best to become cohesive. On one hand the sheer embarrassment of what he was going through, like it was some big joke that went so well with all his other romantic and sexual fiascos it was hard to believe it was just a fluke -an allergic reaction!-...

Beverly knew, and while he trusted her, he couldn’t help but imagine 100 different nightmarish scenarios where somehow all the gossips on the Enterprise all found out. These thoughts were fed by years of social awkwardness as a youth and a sore lack of a romantic life as an adult.

Instinctively he wanted to defend himself, wanted to hole up in his quarters as long as it took for this to pass, wanted to just lay in a cool tub and mourn all his failed attempts at romance and pet his lonely heart.

But when he thought about all his troubles with women, men, even Leah Brahms!

There was always a whisper back from his heart that reminded him, in a childish way, that all that wasted time and heartache was on account of one person.

In his mind's eye he could picture Data clearly, Data with his golden aura looking at him from ops, looking to him with an unspoken question, gently handling engineering equipment with his dexterous hands. His own hands replacing the bioplast sheeting on his sculpted back, the memory of his best friend's texture against his own fingertips sent a thrill down his spine.

He felt tears of frustration gather in the corners of his eye, and let out a pained grunt as he struck the floor with the flat of his hand.

With all the cool relief this patch of floor had to offer expended, he rolled to the side on to his back, letting out a breath of air with the sensation on his skin.

He pressed his hands fully to his front, starting under his pecs, smoothing his hands over the slight dips and bumps of his ribs cage down his soft abs, all the way to the deep V of his pubic mound. He hesitated to wrap his fingers around his dark rosy straining shaft, Beverly’s warning still present enough in his memory.

“... I know this is already a very uncomfortable condition to be in, but Geordi, please take me seriously when I tell you not to try to induce orgasm by yourself, it will only exacerbate this stable level reaction into a real medical issue; your temperature will be increased, blood pressure, it can even damage your-”

“I get the message, Beverly. Yikes.”

He continued to press and feel all the different contours in his perspiring body, in a way he hadn’t in a very long time.

While he definitely masturbated, it was normally a bit more perfunctory. Right now he was doing everything he could not to masturbate, but his cocked ached, and he had never really been as aware of his nipples or the sensitive dip of skin near his hip bones as he was now.

He gripped his hip bones and pressed his thumbs hard to the sensitive skin there. Arching his back, his legs spread just a bit, and he bit his lip as the vivid image of Data’s hand gripping him took over, -Data’s unnaturally strong hands, Geordi had watched him casually bend steel beams, but he knew Data would only ever touch Geordi’s body with care and lov-

He tried to stop that train of thought, letting the tight tendons in his neck relax and allow his heavy head to lie on the floor.

Ever since Geordi had managed to get Data to believe that what Lore had put them through had no bearing on Data as a person or even on the emotion chip, Data had been using the chip. It had been about 10 months now, 10 months of surprising developments, and everything seemed like it was moving so fast for Data.

Some of the more prominent moments in Data’s high speed emotional development came to mind:

When Data came to Geordi’s quarters’ a few hours before Geordi was even supposed to wake up and silently brought him into a tight hug, apparently he had been thinking about how hard Geordi had worked on helping him integrate with the crew.

Data finally realizing how bad some of his jokes had been and laughing about it with Geordi. One day Data had sprinted into engineering and handed him a strawberry, gushing about how amazing it tasted.

Then about 2 days ago Geordi was sitting with Data in Data’s quarters and watched the android be reduced to tears from looking too long at picture he had taken of Spot looking suspiciously innocently into the camera … while Spot was peacefully napping in the other room…

This unrestrained enthusiasm for life was what held Geordi back, what made the words he wanted to tell his pale friend turn to bitter ashes in his mouth.

The plan had been to tell Data after a few weeks, to lay it all on the table and risk his closest relationship, but all these small events piled up into a mountain whose shadow convinced him that any hint that he wanted more than friendship would be tantamount to taking advantage of his friend's shakey new emotional availability.

A worst-case scenario had played out over and over in his head where Geordi pours his heart out and Data agrees to the relationship. Time passes and one day Data tells him he never really felt the same, and that it was pity or pressure, and now he resented Geordi more than anything. Somewhere between Data transferring to another starship or leaving him for a better person is where he normally snaps out of it, leaving him feeling like a sunken ship must feel.

On the floor of his quarters, two small drops of his tears flowed over his twinkling implants and into his hairline. His body felt so tight and hot, his heart felt so bruised, his will to stop his hands ran out.

His cock throbbed against his palm, when his encircled fingers caught on the glans and then passed over the tip he sucked a breath between his clenched teeth. A drop of precum escaped and made its descent down his shaft in tandem with his hand. His slow, firm strokes and deep breaths made very little noise in the room.

Once again he turned over, resting his face and shoulders to the floor, and with both hands he gripped his hard on and rutted into his palms. The blood rushing in his ears and the woozy feeling in his head only allowed for the fantasy his mind had constructed to feel more real.

Images of his cock resting against the android’s soft open mouth, leaking salty fluid onto Data’s wet pinkish tongue filled his mind.

He imagined Data’s glowing hands wrapped around his own dark shaft, him rutting into the vice of the android's grip. “Data…” He groaned, as his vision transitioned into Data eagerly sucking on him, looking at Geordi with desire burning in his golden eyes.

“Geordi?”, Data’s voice answered back from the living room. “I heard you call my name, Dr. Crusher sent me to come check on you.” The sound of his voice was drawing closer.

Geordi jumped in shock, crying out when he smacked the back of his head against the frame of the bed.

“Ah!... Shit!” Geordi’s hands flew up to the spot where a small knot was starting to form.

“Are you alright? I am sorry for letting myself in, but-” The concern in Data’s voice was evident, as was his surprise when he was met with the sight of his grimacing friend clutching his head with both hands while splayed nude on the floor.

Geordi didn’t have the chance to speak as he heard the boots click against the floors closer to him, before Data gently started lifting him from the floor and set him on the bed.

“Data! This isn’t a great time right now!” The shock still in his system was distracting him just enough from the reaction that he was able to mindfully pull a sheet up around his waist.

“I am… sorry… I realize this is inappropriate but- I want to help you.” The seriousness in Data's voice was able to eclipse the faint tremble of embarrassment, and clearly quite stimulated by the newness of this situation while able to finally process emotions in real time.

The weight of a delightfully cool hand registered on Geordi’s forehead, and he found himself helpless to stop himself from leaning into it. Helpless to even stop himself from grasping Data’s cool hand and smoothing it down his face to his neck.

Data was aware of how selfish it was of him to be so thankful that Geordi could not witness the flustered expression on his face. He knew he had flushed a deeper goldenrod shade on his cheeks, and was repeatedly having to manually close out his sexuality program from being activated by the emotion chip.

For Data, the chip worked as an actuator, where he had the desire and drive to emotionally engage, the chip worked to connect his cognitive processes to his emotions. Every time he looked at Geordi, it made him feel like he was welcome and safe, free to express himself fully instead of the average restrained reactions he might have shown anyone else.

"Data, that's called Trust", Troi's name for this [Geordi] feeling came to mind.

Data’s pale hand sensually swiped the fine sheen of perspiration that glistened over the deep color of Geordi’s skin, beading in the dip of his throat.

This long moment passed between them before Data withdrew his hand.

“B-buddy! You can’t help me, Dr. Crusher said that the only thing that will help this pass faster would be a.. Ah-h, well a partner.” Geordi spoke in the direction Data had been coming from, trying to fight the heat that was threatening to overtake him.

“Data-”

“When I first picked you up your temperature was consistent with that of a high fever, you had recently injured yourself, and your visor was in an insecure place….” He felt the warmth leave his wrist where Geordi’s hand had been as he grabbed the newly minted glass of water and walked it over to his friend on the bed.

He approached the bedside, his weight settling on the leg he had thrown up on the blanket under himself and he sat, softly speaking “I have some water here, you need to drink it soon. It will help lower your internal temperature, as well as compensate for your apparent dehydration.”.

Geordi was about to fuss at Data for being such a mother hen when the razors’ edge chill of the cold water touching his lips from the carefully offered glass jolted him out of that thought process. On instinct, he began to chug the water he was offered as Data skillfully held the cup aloft while the young engineer's hands still pinned the sheets to his body in a last ditch effort of modesty.

Two thirds of the water was gone before Geordi pulled off to gasp air back into his lungs, then falling forward into Data’s chest.

Data hesitated, the complexity of the fear of losing his closest friend or constantly having to keep his love at arm's length loading down his emotion chip. Taking a moment to steel himself and using his free arm to cradle his panting friend's weak flesh against his own intentionally sculpted body as he leaned away to set the remainder of the water a safe distance away from the visor on the bedside table.

Returning his other hand to the top of Geordi’s back, he marveled at the warmth of his friend's skin as he tried to imitate the soothing stroke various acquaintances had used on him throughout his memory. He hoped he was helping.

“Geordi… I have downloaded 3 texts on the effects of your current medical situation. The information I reviewed gives me reason to worry about you. I want you to get better, and to avoid any of the harsh side effects that come with this kind of allergic reaction, like stroke, or damage to your-”

Geordi stiffened in his embrace and put enough distance between him that he could turn his head and hoarsely stammer out some objections.

“Geez Data! Dr. Crusher already gave me all the things I need to know about what could happen to my- uh,- yeah.. -And! If you read those medical texts then you already know the only way you could help me was if you slept with me!”

While saying this Geordi made no attempts to pull away, but he did pull the blanket tighter around himself as a shiver of desire slugged down his spine.

“That was the help I wanted to offer, Geordi. I require your consent to help you.”

Somewhat ridiculously, but also to fully showcase his shocked expression to Data, Geordi whipped his head toward the Lt. Commander as if to look with surprising accuracy into Data's face. Not bound by eye contact, but by the gravity of the words he had just heard the moment seemed echo in his head.

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In the shocked silence that followed, Geordi floundered for words that could rebuff his painfully sincere friend when the sudden slip of bioplast fingers through the sweat gathered on his neck stole all the words from his mind.

Geordi's very quiet moan, "a-ah" caused Data to freeze, but he did not retract his hand.

"Data, I just don't think you understand-" he spoke in a rush, a tremble shook his body as he leaned into the gentle hand that laid over his pulsing jugular. An inhuman coolness and a subtle trained ability to feel the metal subframe and components, slight divots and rises that didn't feel like any human hand Geordi had ever encountered.

"- I won't be able to leave it here, when this is done. I..." Geordi felt a wave of disgust well up inside as he imagined how he must look at that moment. He was covered in sweat like he had just gone through day one at Starfleet Academy bootcamp, completely naked and tears of frustration gathering in his blank pearlized eyes.

The only reason he knew his fully hard dick was being covered by his sheet was the stinging pleasure of his wide head rubbing the consistent copious drool of hot pre-ejactulate leaking into a soggy patch. He couldn't handle the over stimulation of the visor right now, but as the embarrassment built up he was grateful he didn't have the option to see his friend's potential disgust as he continued to speak.

"I would want you t-to keep you, by my side and I can't do that to you. You just got your emotion chip back, you don't deserve your friend immediately asking you for sex and trying to tie you down- even after this bonding allergy wears off because the truth is I am already too greedy for you Data."

There was a pause, and in his personal stretching void Geordi raised one of his arms from his lap and slowly ran his hand up to Data's shoulder over his unbreakable clavicle like endo skeleton segment. Geordi's hand ended up on the back of Data's neck, mirroring Data's own hold of him.

Data took this opportunity to fully close their embrace, bringing their chests firmly together to feel the heartbeat in Geordi's chest like a stampede. The warmth of Geordi's soft pecs was a pleasant sensation to Data through his uniform material. Data devoted a nanosecond to committing this moment not just to memory but his back-up archives as well, as he never wanted to loose this.

"It pleases me greatly me to hear that you return my attraction level. I do feel the need to correct your assumption that I am not looking for a long-term relationship with you-" Geordi felt a sense of passion when Data spoke and his arms unthinkingly tightened which brushed his sensitized nipples across his friend's clothes, causing him to hissed through his teeth.

" -in fact, I find that your appeal to me as a sexual partner is enhanced by our friendship. You treated me as a person from the day you met me. You never sought to find any aspects of my construction to shame or take advantage of. When I require maintenance, it is you that I trust to care for my body..."

In this position they were pressed front to front with Geordi fully seated on the bed and Data's legs hanging off the side of the bed when an unexpected but very controlled twist of Data's brought his own back down onto the bed while hauling Geordi into a lying position on top of Data, the sheet pinned between their hips.

The sudden transition of position was disorienting but Geordi moored himself on Data's body like a castaway to a raft. The sheet did not dampen the pleasure of his dick jutting in between Data's powerful thighs as his body slotted in place, the spike of pleasure punched a muffled moan out of him.

He scrambled to extricate his dick, the sensitive underside of his glans rubbed and squeezed past Data's thighs as he pulled his hips back. His whole body shuddered as his hips instinctually slammed his hard cock back down, ending in a full body shiver.

Data was focusing so intently on Geordi as if he could read the other man's feelings tapped out in the morse code of his heartbeat. He tightened his thighs together around the dark flushed dick and smoothed his hands down to grab and guide the chief engineer's hips. Data's back arched up from the bed and rolled their hips together, the slick leaking from Geordi's cock soiling the area and somewhat lubricating the thrusts Data helped guide between his legs.

In such a tantalizing position, Geordi couldn't stop his hips grinding down into the offered tight space even if his last threads of shame rendered the thrusts sloppy and hesitant. His head hung low so his curls brushed against, embarrassment exuded from the tiny curt motions he wished he wasn't doing.

Geordi felt a hand cradle the back of his head to gently urge their faces closer together. "... It would give me great pleasure to take care of your body," Data's voice deepened and took on a synthetic tone as he emphasized the word pleasure " — much as you have taken care of mine, for the foreseeable future."

Unable to string words together as his brusque movements had already brought Geordi to the edge, a liquid wave of heat traveled through his body when he heard Data's voice take on a totally new quality. Already running so hot, now he felt a new sensation as a warm aura of attachment and comfort form a small bloom in his chest, a manifestation of the bonding effects of the allergy.

In lieu of his speech capabilities failing him, the man simply darted foreword and tightened his hold around Data to try to bring their faces together, Data angling his neck so they could connect their lips together in a frantic kiss filled with relief.

When observing the sweat glittering off the deep skin of his love, Data's system helpfully produced images of star-filled skies above him as Geordi raised himself onto his elbows to allow his own parted thighs to prop himself up on either side of Data's legs, adding more force to his thrusts. Geordi's moves became more robust, and he tilted his head back while his mouth gaped open for air, a groan brokenly slithered its way out of his throat as a drop of sweat fell from Geordi chin onto Data's uniform.

Data watched that bead of sweat fall into his clothes, thinking only about the phrase Geordi said earlier, 'greedy for you.' Data felt "greedy" for Geordi too, wanting more of his attention, having no parameter that felt like enough of Geordi in mind — his mouth opened slightly to let out a deep exhale calculated to reduce his core temperature, which was rapidly rising.

"I have a series of suggestions from my sexuality programming which should increase both our pleasure. Foremost of which is that I remove my uniform."

Immediately, as if he had forgotten that Data's uniform could come off, Geordi simply let out a harsh "Yes!" and snatched the zipper down the front of the suit before Data did — then tugged as his android lover shifted and shimmed, until he could run his hands all over his chest, his arms, down his stomach, his angular hips, until the fabric was pooling around Data lower thighs.

Geordi decided he was done trying to move the fabric further at this moment when he instead brought them back together again. This time the sheet and its wet patches were abandoned to the side.

The faux flesh of the bioplast felt so much better against his cock, the slipperiness so much more satisfying as he positioned his hips. His nomadic hands wandered firmly and unthinkingly over the shut-off switch on Data's side, causing a noise like a short vo-coded "a", as if the stimulation surprised him so much that the processes that made his voice sound more human were unable to process this kind of stimulus.

"I have been suppressing my physical response in order to focus on our communication." The voice below him caused a slight vibration Geordi could feel as he spoke, "My processing power... is being diverted elsewhere." At the juncture where they met he could feel the andriod's semi grow, his penis hardened completely at an impossible speed for a human. 'Like the flick of a switch,' called the three brain cells Geordi still had with enough wit to quip in them, before the notion that he could cause someone so orderly to lose control brutally murdered one of those brain cells.

"I hope that is... okay." The ember of shyness in the man's hesitance would have been heart crumplingly adorable to a Geordi who was of sound mind, but the howling wind of need felt like it was going to take him away if he didn't get More of everything immediately.

"Baby, it's So okay-" Geordi assured, his voice urgent with excitement and need. The insistent pressure against his stomach gave him a strong feeling of satisfaction, knowing that he was wanted made that warm aura in his chest blossom a little further. The feeling spreading through his body brought to mind the feeling of relief and relaxation when putting on dry clothes after getting soaked in a chilly storm, and this caused the howling fierce feeling to calm some. In the calmness, he was able to finally begin to feel some relief from his actions rather than just a black hole of increasing arousal.

He kept up his grinding and thrusting, one arm came all the way around Data to brace them together while his head fell into the base of his neck. Impulsively, he stuck his tongue out and delicately traced the invisible edge of an access panel behind Data's ear for one of the positronic maintenance terminals. Below him, the commander jolted, jerking his head to the side to silently attempt to gain more of this sensation.

The movement of Geordi's hips deteriorated as he drew once again to the edge. This time the edge felt real, "I'm gonna come," he puffed out in hot breaths against Data's neck. He drug and slid his face up the side of the glimmering pale one to clumsily mush their lips together, the taste of silicone suspension fluid a phantom on his tongue as he moaned out his pleasure. His grinding continued for a bit as his cock kept spurting until it dribbled to a stop.

Data's arms tightened and held Geordi to him as his inner thighs were coated in salty spent, he observed the cum notably hotter in temperature than the precum before it or the saliva in his mouth. The yellow tinted lips disconnected from the soft chestnut ones above him save for a spider silk thin thread of saliva hanging between them.

For the first time in the hours since he had first made the mistake of trying some fruit he'd never heard of, whose name apparently translated to 'Empathy Fruit', the chief engineer's fog around his brain became less oppressive. The arm that wasn't pinned under Data's very heavy body made the tactile journey over miles of white bioplast like a caravan over dunes in a moonlit desert till it found its goal.

Geordi brushed his thumb back and forth lightly over Data's lips to feel his expression as he spoke with clarity, "I'm glad you came to check on me. I meant what I said Data, there's no way I'm giving you up after this." The corner of Data's lips ticked very barely upwards, a gesture that was becoming more common in the last few months since the emotion chip had been allowing him to process his inputs as actionable feelings in real time.

Data turned to press a chaste kiss to the tender thumb that caressed his lips. "I am glad to be kept if it is by you, Geordi." His voice dipped down into that inhuman range that Geordi found quite erotic. Suddenly his thumb was engulfed into a lukewarm wetness, followed by a gentle probing of the digit by the silicone muscle that was sculpted to be Data's tongue.

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The world around Geordi already felt warm and slow, like a summer's day with no breeze. He felt a languid satisfaction throughout his whole body, the throbbing behind his eyes subsided, and the seconds drifted past without haste as the warmth of his own blood transferred into the room temperature, sucking softness around his finger. Still within his refractory period, made evident by his soft dick lazily wading through his own viscous slick, Geordi still found this all-consuming sensation arousing beyond all of his fantasies.

"I want to see you." A quiet plea edged with desperation was whispered as he began tugging his arm out from under his lover.

Without pause, Data reached out to grab the visor, gently meeting the other's freed hand to press it into his palm.

A hardly audible click-click sound announced the return of sight where he was greeted with those golden iris-like cameras from his daydreams, pointed unblinking at him. The silken tongue inside coiled and uncoiled around his thumb like a cold-blooded snake around a volcanic beach stone. The andriod's stare seemed to intensify with the sucking power he applied, Geordi had become adept at observing the micro expressions against the glare of his glowing outline. He could feel his pulse begin to make the blood whoosh past his ears inside his skull.

Data released the finger with slow, teasing pressure as he slowly pulled it from between his lightly pursed lips. "I anticipated fellatio would be more pleasurable for you if I preemptively warmed my mouth. I... desired to complete that objective by imitating the act on your hand because I find myself fixating on your hands. I have a series of positive associations with them."

-Geordi softly touching his shoulder on the bridge, Geordi always pausing his fingers during repairs to ask if anything hurt even before the chip was implanted.-

"I enjoy it when you touch me... here," he drew the hand with the wet thumb across the panel the engineer had stimulated before, then gently led his other hand to his opposite side to brush those captivating fingers on the divot where his deactivation switch was located. "...and here."

Geordi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and ask the question most human males would, "What about here?" His hand drew down from Data's neck to rest flat, almost but not quite encircling the base of the bioplast erection. He allowed himself to indulge the craving to apply a much greater amount of force than any human lover would find comfortable by pressing his flat palm down against the metallic sub frame under the hairless silicone-like faux mons pubis.

This encouraged Data to flex his hips upwards to maintain an equilibrium with being flat on the bed, his deceptively narrow torso and hewn waist leaving the bed and presenting a beautiful sight to Geordi. "The sensation is quite pleasurable, but the majority of the enjoyment provided by that part of my anatomy is that it allows me to interact in an explicitly sexual manner with a partner, from which I derive positive feedback from my partner's pleasure. The sensational output from when you stimulate my panels in a purposefully sensual manner is much more compelling and direct as an input."

At the end of Data's explanation, the engineer experimentally wrapped a hand around the base and pumped it up and down a few times, his gaze locked onto the andriod's face for his reaction. "So... Your cock is a bit like an advanced dildo? And using it in context is what gives you pleasure?" The android nodded, "A slight oversimplification maybe, but overall accurate."

To test this out, the hand that Data had laid on his switch slipped the tip of his finger into the divot to slowly rub the fingertip along the inside of the fold of bioplast that hid it from the world, firm but still nowhere near the pressure required to flip the switch.

Data's head lowered in jerky increments to the pillow, his mouth parted, but no sound came out. The man's hand resumed its motions at the same time, this time with a drive that curiosity naturally brought out in Geordi.

His dedicated fervor was rewarded when Data snapped and jerked his spine so hard he nearly bucked his partner from on top of him. The feeling of Data's raw power under him was exhilarating, he was flexing his own thighs and calves to hold on like a cowboy in a rodeo. He tried his best to keep pumping through the bucking, his hands lost some of their carefulness in the commotion.

When his fingers clumsily pushed and scraped against the fatal mechanism instead of alarms from Data's internals that were meant to declare danger, his sensors sent a wave of strong positive stimuli correlating with having his most vulnerable areas manipulated freely by someone who cared for him.

Geordi felt more than heard a small internal click from his friend's internal cooling system ramping up, and could even see a venting of hot air exit from his glowing lips rendered in the technicolor heat-sensitive feedback of his visual instrument as a large bright fuchsia-red plume.

Seeing not just the most beautiful machine he'd ever met, but the most beautiful person he'd ever met unfurling under his touch like this made the engineer feel nearly drunk with pride and delight. He could feel the intense need return to him, his hunger to chase that height of gratification with Data causing his still sticky dick to begin to twitch and swell again.

He coupled their cocks together in his hand as his own firmed while he kept pumping. The stinging heat in his taut lower stomach was leading him to act on his whims, so he dove down to squeeze himself against Data jamming them together and covering the bioplast with sweat. He craned his head to the access panel on the other man's neck to begin roughly shoving his tongue into the seam there.

This jolted a series of deep synthesized groans from Data, his body tried to move with Geordi's but failed as his hips appeared to stutter and lag. "Like that, huh?" Geordi teased lowly against the panel.

The glowing aura around Data began to fizzle brighter, and his groans began to fill with static.

"You are- making me fee-e-e--l- Geord-" static consumed his speech, leaving only silence and an audible buzz. The engineer made a note to figure out where exactly the buzz was coming from later when he got his brain back under control. For now, he reasoned that it was likely a fan failure, nothing he couldn't fix, certainly nothing to warrant pulling away from his ministrations. The fragile admission fed that feeling of attachment taking root within him, his adoration for his partner intertwining with the borderline possessive feeling he had regarding Data's pleasure.

On Data's face his camera eyes drifted upwards unfocused as his lenses tightened completely, replacing the entire area of his iris with bright gold.

Right before his visual systems failed, Data captured a short loop of his most valued friend, the person who made him feel like a person, looking directly at him with a treasured expression that made Data feel like a jewel again, as he had once been described. This loop played internally as his consciousness drained into nothing.

All his processing power was being consumed by the memory leak like effect taking hold of him. One by one each of his systems froze, visual, advanced calculations, the archives of information he carried and constantly referenced were all replaced with just the wonder of Geordi's touch, throwing him over an edge he didn't know he could fall from.

The body under him locked up in segments, he couldn't help but notice the sequence: first his neck and shoulders, then his hands froze into position in the fitted sheet below them, and after giving a few more disjointed glitchy thrusts finally, his arched hips froze.

This would have looked uncanny to many others, but Geordi was a bit ashamed to admit he found the malfunctions brain-meltingly hot. He felt like he was riding a shooting star while he held its heart in his hand.

He watched Data's aura explode and flicker, momentarily going dark. The vital buzzing and whirring of all his components went still, silent as the blackness of space. His hands trembled but he knew he hadn't flipped the switch. Terror rose inside of him — The flash of fear hadn't time to take hold of him completely before he could see the glow begin to return.

Within micro-seconds, the gentle thrumming that indicated the android was conscious again rumbled to life, Data's voice lilted out an obscene beautiful high definition moan joined by a spattering of golden suspension fluid discharged from his tip over Geordi's hand and his own ivory belly.

After a heavy sigh releasing a hot gust of exhaust Data raised his head to look into his face with a reverent expression, "That was very pleasurable, Geordi. Thank you." He spoke coolly, as if he hadn't just soft restarted.

"I'm just getting warmed up." A huge smile with a mischievous glint somewhere in it played on his rosy lips as he goaded his indefatigable lover. As if to concur with what he just said, the wide head of his own still hard dick gave a dribbling twitch, his pre-cum staining the honey-colored streaks like two paints mixing on a pale quartz canvas.

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"It would appear to me that you are already running a higher than recommended temperature, no doubt your refractory period is accelerated past normal human standards-"

"This is just what you do to me Data.  It's your fault for being so hot, for hanging about in my head when you're not even around, for looking at me with that perfect composed expression as if you have no clue what I really want to do to you..." there was an intensity to Geordi's speech pattern as he murmured these accusations like a man in a confessional.  Data couldn't really tell how serious the accusations where, but more than that he had to know.

"What do you want to do to me, Geordi?" Like he was being baited by those white eyelashes, the coy head tilt, the placidity in the expression that almost bordered on innocence, it was that same look that made Geordi's thought turn into the sort of smutty trash that only gets sold on cheap disposable PADDs at low end space stations.

The impact of the that question with that face felt like getting the wind knocked out of him.  He slowly inhaled again as he tried to even get it together enough to still use his words.  A drip of pre-cum welled from the tip as he released a tortured sounding groan before his hand came to their mixed mess on Data's belly to slather it on his twitching dick.

"Ah...  I want to put my cock in your mouth.  I want to look at your face while you suck me off." 

As he named his desires, he started to crawl up the bed.  Eager to participate, Data helped by also by shimming his spot downwards on the bed to more optimize the position.

The andriod's smooth dark hair had become disheveled from all the sliding around and yet he still looked beautiful and perfect to Geordi as he framed Data's face with his own wide muscular thighs, the deep shade of his skin took up all of the other's peripheral vison.

Above his face bowed the weeping, swollen cock that partially eclipsed the light from the ceiling and Geordi's hungry expression.   At the base there were some short curls, which sparsely wandered up towards Geordi's belly button.  

Dr. Soong had not considered pubic hair to be a human feature worth passing onto his bespoke son so now that Data had the opportunity he gently smoothed his pale hand over the soft hair and drew his fingertips over the trailing dark line to relish the sensational difference.  

The heft of the hard on that dangled within inches of his firm smooth lips gave a jealous twitch at the lack of attention. Those advanced cameras that captured Geordi's imagination flicked downward to look at the taught erection, Data opened his mouth in keen anticipation and blatant invitation. 

His heart was pounding so hard he wasn't sure he could hear anything else right now, being swept up in a wave of déjà vu as his fantasy came so close to true.  

"Stick your tongue out for me, Data."

Their eyes met again as Data complied easily.  The pinkish, slightly peach bioplast muscle slid over his bottom lip to present itself prettily.  The rest of his face still angelically composed and making unabashed eye contact as Geordi guided the tip of his dick to slide over the inhuman texture of the tongue.

Silently the android's taste inputs processed the mix of partially dry semen mixed with his own fluid while his friend prodded and rubbed his tongue with his cock, teasing himself. Another pearl of pre-cum welled up and promptly got firmly spread on the muscle.

As his teasing strokes became more purposeful and he entered Data's mouth more, he asked "This is your first time doing this with a guy?" before pulling back just enough that the other man could answer.  Instead Data remained in position and made no moves to turn his head, instead opting to quietly nod with Geordi's dick still resting on the tip of his tongue.

The other man just let out a heady groan and pressed carefully but deliberately back into Data's mouth until he was most all of the way seated where he could feel some resistance, "Oh, baby." His hips gently flexed before pulling back again.  "U-uhn, I don't want to hurt you." 

"You can not hurt me, Geordi."  In a move equal parts sexy and unnatural, Data bypassed his oral faculties for speaking and simply used only the speaker where his voice generated from inside his throat to speak with clear enunciation but a slightly muffled quality due to the other man's cock filling up his mouth.  

The vibration from this caused a moan to bubble out of Geordi before the android relaxed his throat to engage the tip with the back of his throat.  Like a knot loosening around his heart for the first time in his memory, he really felt like he was able to accept what he was offered by a partner, if his Data said he was okay with more, then that was just the truth between them now. The warmth of the bonding effect fed off the serotonin, vasopressin, and oxytocin mixing in his overheated blood and heightening the attachment he felt to Data.

In order to get the angle to properly thrust into Data's face below him on the bed Geordi leaned his body foreword and braced himself on his other arm, finally sinking his pelvis flush to Data's lips as his tip squished passed Data's faux uvula.  

"Oh, f-" Geordi choked on his own words.  The tendons in the legs over the andriod's shoulders quivered like a plucked string on a harp. Their gazes stayed locked while Geordi took a ragged breath before he pulled back giving another testing thrust.  Those amazing lips pursed as his peach tongue massaged the soft skin of the underside.

The engineer let out a breathy moan while he tried to control himself, stop himself from mindlessly rutting into his friend's warm wet throat, those last two surviving brain cells trying to make sure Data's first time doing this was good too.  Slowly rocking his hips in this position, he carded his finger through the wispy dark hair just to feel it's softness and caressed the edge of Data's face.  

Geordi wished so hard in that moment that his VISOR would spontaneously develop a 'save' function so he could have this image forever: Not a drop of sweat and yet he was clearly debauched, Data's white nose buried in his short curls,  the unblinking intense inscrutable gaze had taken on a trace of trust and much anticipation.  There was a flush of bio fluid tinting his cheeks yellow and his lips took on a deeper tone from even this gentle use.

The primary access panel on the upper side of the hair flipped open with a gentle tug where carefully the engineer brought the blunt flat of his finger pad to tap the empty circular port.  With each tap his own body's natural conductivity closed the loop just enough to send a tease of feedback through the port, each tiny movement resulted in the body under him jerking.  His golden eyes had widened in pleasure and began to loose focus, swallowing and moaning around his cock as drool welled out of the corner of his mouth to slide down his cheek.

His thumb pressed against the edge where the panel's sensors judged whether or not it was open to steady his hand as his forefinger continued fondling the maintenance port.  Spurred on by seeing the obvious signs of pleasure on Data's face, his thrusting became faster, the muscles from his shoulders to his back bunching and flexing as his hips leveraged against the mattress under Data's head.  

Inside the pale slender throat, each thrust punched a short, tonally restricted moan out of him as his favorite person buried his blunt cockhead deep inside him. From the slit of Geordi's erection dribbled out salty pre-ejaculate as the moans vibrated around him obscenely.

Seeing in technicolor, twin wisps of hot exhaust lazily twist and steam out of the andriod's strong sculpted nose caused him to pull back, "Am I-is it-It's too much?" the question fell brokenly in to empty air.  Immediately, both of Data's hands slid up the soft curve at the back of Geordi's thighs before taking the round of the firm cheeks in his palms and using just an ounce of his strength to drive the thickness even further down his throat, swallowing for emphasis.

"You can not hurt me. I do not need to circulate air currently." The now deepened voice rumbled out from below him, the vocal synthesizer muffled but still quite understandable.

With a jerky nod, La Forge smoothly moved his hand to weave into the back of the smooth-haired faux scalp and plunge down, starting a confident and deep stroke that took full advantage of Data's lack of gag reflex.  

The bed's foam pillowed the force of the thrusts, and limited the bouncing.  Still lifted fully off the bed by his arm, seeing his dick disappear in and out of that tight mouth accompanied by the squelching of biofluid and precum, as well as the occasional interested hum from the man under him drew an almost pained sounding shout.  He paused briefly to pull his hand back from the short straight hair to stick a couple of his own fingers in his mouth, which caused Data to moan around his thick prick, and grabbed on Geordi ass even tighter.

He didn't pause long though, and beyond his wiser judgement his hand just as quickly flew back to the panel where the port had been left open and the access panel jiggled in time with Geordi's thrust.  The now wet fingers were more conductive, sending an even more potent wave of illegible pleasure cascading through his mind and body.

The stimulation prompted a loud prolonged groan to rumble straight through his cock, and the yellow eyes glazed in pleasure. The grace left Data's ministrations, devolving into desperate gulps broken up by involuntary contractions that spasmed around his wet cock.

"Data, tell me how you want me to- I'm close-"

"Please, stay inside. I want to feel you ejaculate in my oral cavity."

No dialogue from a pornographic holodeck program could ever fill Geordi with more desire than just hearing Data tell him that he wanted him, wanted him to fuck his throat till he came with complete deadpan sincerity.  

"Oh fuck, oh fuck."  Exploiting his lover's android nature, his whole body shook as his elbow gave out and he bottomed out completely.  He ground down into the warmth under him, staying almost completely buried as he milked the widest part of his cock in the tightest juncture of Data's throat.  Finally when he couldn't hold on anymore, his voice loosed a strangled groan, the pained vocalization the only noise he made as his balls drew up, and spurt after spurt of hot cum enthusiastically swallowed down.

Geordi stayed half collapsed with his supporting arm under him bent at the elbow and his forehead pressed on his forearm while he heaved breaths like the room had run out of air.  A few more spasms passed before he pulled his weight up and drew his dick up out of Data's throat with a long lurid sound that started with a Gl- and ended in a messy string of vowels and consonants.  

Data had closed his eyes in a quiet bliss as he enjoyed this connection with his lover.  His whole face was lightly squished under the nearly boneless body, rendering his face very warm through contact.  The illusion was as if his own checks of bioplast were pulsing with hot blood.  His systems that processed what he consumed did not rely on food for energy, but it did receive a small portion as it was broken down into energy within minutes, and the thought that if only for a very short while, Geordi would become a part of his power source filled his nets with a positive feedback.  The chip manifested a series of emotional responses: joy, desire, pride, attachment, belonging, satisfaction...

His pale lashes fluttered open as he was roused from his musings by one of those beautiful hands gently caressing his face while the other gently organized his hair out of the way so that the access panel could be re-closed.

"You okay?" Geordi asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper.

"I am... exceedingly 'Okay'." In the search for words to describe what he was feeling, he became lost for words.  Unable to bear the weight of not being able to phrase the grateful, proud, whole feeling that he was experiencing, he simply shifted upwards and to his side so they were able to lie in each others arms side by side and press their lips together.