Lovecraft

Vacation 2 - Snug in the Tub

Gavin smirked as he hurried through the kitchen and out into the steamy conservatory. He'd already turned on the water and was pleased to find the tub almost full as he returned. The jets were running, making the surface bob and bubble. He left the lights off, having already lit the smaller tea light candles lining the edge. The view was beautiful, though a little distorted by the clouds of steam. The conservatory backed out onto the forest. There was nothing but snowy blankets and frosted evergreens in sight, branches slowly swaying in the light breeze as flurries of flakes sailed by the window.

Judging by Nines' reaction, he was pretty sure he'd have his way by the time they went home. There was no reason not to. His ass was stretched. They were in the middle of nowhere, sharing an idyllic lodge in the snow. It was romantic. Despite being confident, he couldn't help feeling a little jittery as he climbed in and waited. He knew Nines would join him. How could he not after getting a look at his bare ass? It was one of his favourite features! A light sigh fled his lips as hot water enveloped his body up to the chest. It felt good. Any hint of the chill was long forgotten as he leaned back and rested his head on the curved edge of the tub. It was the best feeling. His muscles relaxed and loosened from the long drive, and his tired eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

He only looked up when the door to the kitchen opened and Nines appeared like the sculpted Adonis he was. His synthetic skin was still in place beneath the small towel, blessing him with a soft, godly physique. Perfectly rounded pecs, chiselled abs, a gently sloping stomach, a dipped navel, muscular legs, and nicely toned arms. It was criminal for him to look so good when he didn't have to work for it. His skin was pale and freckled like Connor. At least, he assumed the freckles on Connor's face continued beneath his clothes. Whether they did or didn't wasn't his concern. The only thing he was concerned with was the godly figure before him, six eyes and all. Each set blinked as he scanned the water to assess the temperature and Gavin's state of health.

"I thought you might be thirsty after the drive," he said as he carried the steaming mug over and set it on the tiles by his shoulder. Gavin's demeanour softened as he followed his arm and looked at the steaming mug. Nines was right. He was thirsty, and a little tired, after driving all the way from Detroit. It was probably that fatigue that stopped him noticing right away as Nines removed his towel, but as he turned back and found him standing over him, it was a little hard to miss.

"What the phck happened to your dick?" Nines' LED blinked blue in amusement, lips softening as he lowered himself to sit beside him. Where he usually had a solid ridged and pebbled cock was a plain of smooth skin. He looked like a lot of androids that had no sexual attachments installed. "Did you take it off?" Had it been anyone else, he would have thought it rude to ask, however, they were dating. As far as he knew, Nines always had a cock. Whenever he was naked, it was rigid, and he'd never known it to look or feel soft.

"No, I keep my genital component stored in an internal sheath when not in use. It would be inconvenient to have it exposed all the time, considering how unyielding it is." That was a nice way of saying rock solid. He had to admit, if his cock was permanently hard, he'd want it tucked away, too. It was already uncomfortable when it hardened in his jeans, which was an almost permanent work hazard around Nines. Sometimes, all it took was a single look to have him twitching. "It's a wonder how poorly developed human males are in that department." Another good point. Considering how painful it was to be kicked in the nuts, it was quite a design flaw.

"Can't argue with that..." Looking at Nines, he was suddenly curious. What would it be like to have a sheath? How did it fit inside? Did it soften? Fold into segments? Was there a permanent hole for it to slide into? How did it feel when it slipped out? He was pretty sure asking Nines wouldn't give him many answers. They didn't have the same sensitivity, and Nines seemed to be able to turn it up and down or even turn it off when it came to his dick. That was really annoying, especially when they were at work. He couldn't even count the times Nines had riled him up but kept his own sexual subroutines off.