The Game 65
Edited by Karen Leigh
"I don't know," Luke said slowly. "I don't think so. At this point I'll only know if a communication is being attempted. I won't be able to understand what it is, though." He looked down, feeling as if he were letting Ryan down by being so incomplete. "I think it might be best if you rely on a Mac that is fully functioning for information and announcements." He raised his eyes, suddenly very sad that he couldn't do more. "All I can do is protect you from any immediate physical danger. Other than that..." He shook his head and gave Ryan's hand another slight squeeze
"We'll find someone to rely on," Ryan corrected as he and Luke approached Skip Brule's office. For now we'll ... what's your problem?"
The two Mac 27s assigned to guard duty had barred the way. Number 67 stated, "No one is to be admitted."
"Why?"
"Those are our orders," 67 said simply.
68 added, "David and Sypher are attempting to repair One."
"Oh," Ryan muttered, disappointed but at least in possession of a small piece of information. "Please let us know when they have finished or when any information about our situation becomes available. Luke's communication systems aren't at one hundred percent."
"We will comply," 67 promised.
"I'm not sure where we'll be," Ryan began.
"We can track unit 55," 68 informed them. "We will comply."
Ryan smiled, satisfied. "Okay, Luke. Our room next?"
Luke nodded slowly as they made their way down the hall. Turning around to take another look at the two Mac27s that were standing guard, he frowned. "Why would they need to guard One while he's being repaired?
"I'm not sure, Luke," Ryan murmured. "But it looked bad. Whatever was wrong with One, I mean."
Why are they guarding David?"
Ryan shrugged. "Maybe it's just because he's in there with One."
He looked at Ryan and scowled. "I don't like him, Ryan." He shook his head and reached for Ryan's hand as they came to their room. "But that doesn't matter and I don't want to think about it."
"Then don't," Ryan agreed. "I can't think of a good reason to think about David at the moment."
"I couldn't help it," Luke said. "I don't trust him and I don't like you being near him. I'm sorry if I said something wrong."
Smiling slightly as they continued toward their room, he asked, "What would you like to spend some time contemplating, Luke? Something more constructive, I hope."
Luke didn't say anything until they were in their room with the door closed. "I can't think of anything constructive, Ryan," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I tried to but all I could think about was being alone with you."
"Who's to say that's not constructive?" Ryan asked, grinning.
He looked up at Ryan, eyes wide. "I like thinking about you, Ryan. You're much more enjoyable to contemplate than...whatever else." A slow smile. "I also like thinking about kissing. We have a little more privacy now, Ryan."
That smile did things to Ryan -- sped up his breathing and heart rate, dilated his pupils, forced him to swallow hard before replying.
"We sure do," Ryan agreed. He sat next to Luke on the bed and ran his fingers through the android's dark hair. "Even if those guard Macs might burst in at any moment with a news bulletin."
Luke closed his eyes, enjoying Ryan's touch and finding it as comforting as he did exciting. "You aren't afraid of being interrupted at an inappropriate time?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking at Ryan curiously.
That little voice in the back of Ryan's head was chortling.
"Spices things up a bit," Ryan murmured. "An old girlfriend of mine used to accuse me of having a discovery fantasy."
"I know that fantasies are important," Luke said, reaching up to mimic Ryan's earlier touching, smiling as he played with Ryan's hair.
Regarding the android, Ryan asked, "What do you say, Luke? Want to risk it?"
Without waiting for a reply, Ryan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Luke's.
Luke stilled immediately, concentrating on the sensation of firm lips against his own. He moved his hand to cradle the back of Ryan's head and deepened the kiss. He could feel his body reacting to the stimulation, preparing for something he wasn't sure they'd done before.
Slowly breaking the kiss, Luke sighed and brushed his lips over the corner of Ryan's mouth. "I love you, Ryan," he whispered before kissing him again.
Well, shit, Ryan.
Ryan sighed. If one were to have small voices in the back of one's mind, it would be helpful, he thought and not for the first time, if they had something useful to say. At this point, he'd take his words of wisdom from wherever he could get them.
Ryan's first instinct was to remind Luke that he didn't know him anymore or very well or whatever would be less inflammatory. But he bit it back. That wasn't what Luke needed to hear. Or, in point of fact, what he wanted to say.
Smiling hesitantly, he whispered, "I think ... um ... I think that ...damn it, Luke, I'm not very good at stuff like this."
"What's wrong, Ryan?" Luke asked, reaching to hold Ryan's hand. "Did I do something wrong?"
Luke tilted his head to one side and the look on his face had the truth passing Ryan's lips. "I'm scared, Luke. I've never felt like this before."
"How do you feel, Ryan?" Luke asked gently, stroking the side of Ryan's face.
Leaning into the touch, Ryan let that silent show of support override Luke's spoken question.
"I would tell you not to be scared, but I'm scared, too. I haven't loved anyone before. And I've never..." He paused.
Ryan's eyes opened and he tried to smile encouragingly.
"I can't remember doing anything but kissing. I feel my body preparing itself for you," he blushed, "and I know what will happen, but... I'm not exactly sure how..." Looking at Ryan with complete trust in his eyes, Luke squeezed his hand.
"Don't worry, Luke," Ryan murmured. "You showed me how."
"There's so much I want to remember, but I can't. I do know how I feel about you, though." He looked down at their joined hands. "But I'm still scared."
Considering for a moment, Ryan tried to determine the best way to get his idea across. "Hey, Luke. You're scared. I'm scared. Do you want to just stick with kissing for now?"
"I..." Luke frowned, wishing he knew what he should say. "I don't know. I mean yes, I think so." He sighed and looked at Ryan as if hoping he'd have the answer. "But I don't know."
With a shrug that had to look forced, he admitted to himself, Ryan said, "If we go further, it's hard to say whether things will become clearer or more muddy, emotionally." Seeing a look he didn't like in Luke's eyes, he quickly added, "I'm willing to continue. Hell, Luke, I want to. But I'm also willing to wait for you to be ready."
Luke smiled, feeling reassured at Ryan's words. "You said I had shown you how to..." He blushed, suddenly shy and a little unsure. "How to make love..." he continued.
Ryan nodded to verify the android's supposition
"I trust you, Ryan, and I would like for it to be your choice as well."
Luke sounded so much like his old self in that moment that Ryan grinned and held his ground when he moved closer.
Moving in for a lingering kiss, Luke slowly trailed a hand along Ryan's leg. "Do you think I'm ready?" he whispered. "If you do, I'd like to continue."
Ryan took a deep breath. Then another. The feel of Luke's fingers on his thigh had communicated eloquently -- directly to his groin, cleverly bypassing his brain.
"I can't speak for you Luke," Ryan said. Much softer, he murmured, "But I sure as hell am getting there."
Suddenly wondering if Luke had heard his comment, Ryan felt a blush steal across his face and he blurted, "But I'd like to think that you're spoken for."
The combination of the words and the look on Ryan's face made Luke grin and he nodded. "I don't think I could stop now if I wanted to," he whispered, lowering his head to kiss Ryan's neck, his tongue snaking out to lick the salty skin.
"Oh God." He was dangerously close to spinning out of control and Ryan couldn't bother himself to care.
The taste of him made Luke whimper softly. He couldn't remember being with Ryan before, but he somehow remembered what he tasted like and it thrilled him.
"Ryan," he said, his voice taking on an almost pleading quality, "I want to..." His fingers began fumbling with the hem of Ryan's shirt.
Breathing harder by the moment, Ryan tugged his shirt out of his jeans and made short work of the buttons.
"I can't remember what it feels like to touch you," he peeled off Ryan's shirt, "but I want...I can make my own memories now."
Making memories. The sentiment cut straight to Ryan's heart. And his head knew that it might also be very prudent. They were facing a number of enemies, if Ryan was interpreting the snippets of information he had correctly. If they made way in this new realm, it would be nice to do so with some of those memories.
Luke's hands played over Ryan's chest and he looked at Ryan, eyes wide, before he leaned in to kiss the hollow of Ryan's throat, his hands moving down to touch the firm stomach before resting on the waistband of his pants.
Nice, hot new memories.
He stopped before he began unfastening them. "Can I..." His eyes locked onto Ryan's, his expression apologetic. "I know you want this, but I don't know... I can't remember how to... "
"There's no rush, Luke," Ryan murmured, despite the fire that was now racing through his veins. He wanted Luke's first memories of sex to be at least as memorable as ... well, as they'd been.
"First," he grinned, reaching for the buttons of Luke's shirt, "we have to make sure that the ... ah ... clothing removal is more or less even." Trembling fingers were steady enough to expose Luke's chest to Ryan's fingers and mouth. His own very vivid memories guiding him, Ryan bent to toy with Luke's nipples, ready to remain at that stage until he was satisfied that Luke's experience was progressing nicely.
Luke giggled softly as the sensors in his skin registered Ryan's touch and sent pleasant shivers throughout his system. "I like that, Ryan," he whispered as he stroked a hand over Ryan's hair. "I'll like anything you do." With a contented sigh he lay back on the bed. "Do it some more."
So Ryan settled in, worrying at one nipple and then the other with lips and fingers.
As Ryan continued kissing and touching him, Luke felt his body responding, what he knew to be arousal slowly creeping throughout his entire system. "Let me..." he finally whispered, gently pushing Ryan to lie back on the bed. He bent his head and began mimicking what Ryan had done to him.
"Is this right?" Luke asked, carefully lapping at a pert nub before slowly sucking on it.
Right? Christ! How can it get more right?
He registered a temperature change in Ryan's skin and smiled. "Am I giving you pleasure, Ryan?" he asked as his fingers moved over Ryan's chest.
"Yeah," Ryan panted. "Yes, Christ, yes."
He bent his head and began brushing his lips over Ryan's chest and stomach, closing his eyes as he licked and kissed the smooth skin. Inhaling deeply, Luke made a small sound of satisfaction as the scent and taste of the other man were recorded. He wouldn't ever forget this, he promised himself.
Going to embarrass yourself, Simms.
Fucking little voices!
You haven't come in your pants since high school. Let's not relive that, okay?
Okay. So what? Occasionally the fucking little voices in the back of my mind do have a point.
When he reached Ryan's waist, he raised his head and let his hand rest on the bulge of Ryan's pants. "You seem to be very aroused," he stated, smiling but unsure of how to proceed.
"Ah ... yeah." Trying to calm his breathing, Ryan grinned and murmured, "You noticed that, did you?"
Shifting his own hand to check Luke's status broadened his grin." Looks like I'm not alone there, Luke." When the android blushed or rerouted his blood substitute to his cheeks or whatever, Ryan added, "Stay where you are."
Slipping from beneath Luke, Ryan moved the android's arms and legs to approximate the position that Luke had assumed the first time they'd pushed this particular envelope. "Like that, yeah," he muttered, as he sat back on his heels and surveyed the tableau Luke made.
Leaning over the android, Ryan pitched his voice as deeply as he could, asking, "Are you okay, Luke? Ready to continue?"
"I think so," Luke nodded, wondering what was going to happen next. He looked at Ryan curiously. "What are you going to do? Don't you want to tell me what you would like for me to do to you?"
Ryan tried to decide which question to answer.
Luke paused, and tilted his head as the unfamiliar urge to contradict what Ryan was doing overwhelmed him. Without warning, he moved quickly, pouncing on Ryan and pinning him to the bed.
[What the ...?]
He smiled and kissed Ryan, breathless with the excitement of doing something so contrary to what he had been feeling. "That was fun," he grinned down at the shocked face, "and I have no idea why I did it."
[Fun? Yeah, fun. Most definitely fun. You got that one right, Luke. And who gives a shit why you did it anyway?]
He rubbed against Ryan and could feel the man's erection pushing against him. "I like what you feel like, Ryan," he whispered, kissing Ryan's neck as he continued slowly moving his hips to stimulate his lover further.
[Oh my God. Oh. My. God.]
He raised his head, a serious look on his face. "But do you mind what I did? Because if you do," a mischievous smile crept across his face, "you can do it back to me." His eyebrows waggled in a hopeful expression.
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