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Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2b/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)Breathe in one count. Breathe out one count. He was being ridiculous, he could leave any time he wanted. But Fisto had given his oath that this was still part of the no-penetration. And if you can't trust robot prostitutes then who can you trust, he thought to himself. He shifted a little, flat on his back with his ass at the edge of the bed, knees pulled up to his chest, holding his thighs with his hands. Still in his t-shirt and boots.
He heard the sounds of metal plates shifting (not that that would have been his first guess) and lifted his head to see what was happening. There was an opening on Fisto's external plating, and some kind of... tool was extending, lined up right about with Boone's ass. But it didn't look like a... shit, Boone couldn't think of a proper analogue for what it looked like. Some kind of vertical wheel, half-encased in shining chrome and covered in symmetrically-placed long, slightly curved protrusions about the size of a thumb, that looked like of like...
Oh. Oh. Boone let his head fall back. Breathe in two counts. Breathe out four counts. Breathe in one count.
Eyes diligently focused on the ceiling, he heard a new terrifying sound as the wheel began rotating in its casing, a slightly higher-pitched buzz accompanied by a sort of slick squelching. And then he felt it. Wet with warmed lube, the series of silicone artificial tongue tips brushing in a continuous sequence against his hole. And holy christ did it feel good. And -- more importantly -- new.
His eyes slipped closed again and squirmed a little, landing in a spot that meant each velvety tip was hitting him dead-on, each one making the heat in his belly coil a little tighter. He hitched his legs up further, spreading himself open further for this sensation. Just a few minutes and he was languidly stroking himself off, harder than he'd been in his months of onanism. Experimentally, the word coming out as a hitched breath, he said, "Faster."
Fisto obeyed, the wheel picking up speed and the pressure gone from light flicks to firm lapping, the heat from the friction and wetness from the lube making it all feel fantastically organic.
And he wasn't thinking about anyone. Not a goddamn soul.
He picked up his own pace, spitting into his palm before working his cock faster, wriggling against the wheel before accidentally knocking one of his boots against Fisto's dome.
"Shit," he said, breathing ragged, "sorry." Apologizing to the robot prostitute.
"You may rest your feet on my chassis," Fisto offered.
Boone obliged, setting his boots on Fisto's solid metal shoulders, closer to the wheel, feeling the heat coming off it's casing lightly gusting against his sensitive skin, the tips now gently pushing into the ring of muscle with each quick passing. Boone writhed, spine locking and fist pumping harder, eyes clenched shut. "Faster," he begged.
It was finally too much and just enough, the third setting, and soon Boone was rocking up into his hand, coming in spasms. Fisto kept going, making his cock twitch painfully and he scooted back. "I've, uh, finished," he said. "So... y'know, power down or whatever."
Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)Boone lay there, catching his breath, a sticky mess drying uncomfortably in his hand and the sounds of clunky metallic waddling filling the room. He slowly lowered his legs, wincing with a soft grunt at how sore they were, and stretched them, joints popping, before standing up and wiping his hand on the comforter beneath him.
He walked back to the 38 on shaking legs, thighs burning from being held up for so long and knees still threatening to give way every few steps. He was never one for an active imagination so he felt deeply uncomfortable with the way his mind was dealing with the sudden persistent company of Securitrons, with the scenarios and questions it was producing. He blindly made his way to the kitchen and cracked open a beer, practically falling into a seat at the table.
"Well, someone looks like they've had an eventful night."
Boone looked up, saw the doc sitting at the table with a Nuka-Cola and a copy of Programmer's Digest, giving him a quick sweep over the rims of his glasses.
Boone shrugged. "Can't say I know what you mean."
"I mean you look like you got rode hard," Arcade said, fiddling with the corner of his page. "Please don't tell me that's why the courier left the Wrangler looking so satisfied, because I don't need the nightmares--"
"Not that it's any of your business," Boone said archly, "but that's one thing that's never gonna happen."
"Ah. Good." Arcade nodded, looking back down at his magazine. "That's one mess for which I wouldn't want to stick around for the resulting clean-up."
Boone actually gave an amused snort. Shit, maybe Cass had been right all along, maybe he did need to get laid.
"Well," Arcade said around a half-yawn, leaning back in his seat and clasping his hands behind his head, "I can provide you with the alibi you'll need if you ever find out that she was prancing around wearing your beret. Did I say that? Oh, bother. Guess I'm responsible for the inevitable aftermath. Don't know how I'll live with myself."
"Relax," Boone said, one corner of his mouth quirking up, "there's not gonna be any aftermath."
Arcade blinked eloquently. "You sure? Not even a little aftermath?"
"Nah. She, uh, did me a solid."
"A favor worth you relinquishing your precious beret for?" Arcade asked with an incredulously quirked eyebrow.
Boone shifted, taking a swig of his beer. "Yeah," he said, looking at the table. "Yeah, it was." Although he was definitely going ot have to think of a new payment for next time.
-fin.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)Then you come along and write it, and it's totally plausible and logical and couldn't have been any other way and it was even, in an odd, disturbing way, a little arousing.
My hat is off to you.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-03 02:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-03 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-03 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)...and I loved every moment of it.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)LOVED IT, A!A.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-03 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)"You may rest your feet on my chassis," Fisto offered.
This is where I died. DAMN YOU FISTO, WHY ARE YOU SO....ADORABLE(?) ;~; I love the way you write, your dialogue and character's thoughts are funny and witty but also seem totally natural and in character! Which is... quite a feat for a pairing like this! My hats off to you, thank you so much for the awesome fill.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-04 01:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 10:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)Oh God. I love it when people manage to make crack fics WORK. And this was brilliant. It was hilarious. It was awesome.
Great job, author.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-12-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)Right here is where I lost it.
Amazing story. :)
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-12-18 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)Captcha: 'technical exploration'. Wow, captcha. Wow.
Re: Boone/FISTO - Cap-Operated Boy [2c/2]
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