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works/330379.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Brobot/Jake_English
  Character:
      Brobot, Jake_English
  Additional Tags:
      Artificial_Intelligence, Robot_Sex, Frottage
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-31 Words: 957
****** Frottage With Sad Robot ******
by dogtier
Summary
     Honestly what it says on the package.
Notes
     Dedicated to notdavesprite for being a continuing inspiration in the
     field of Feelings About Robots. Sorry about making them sad all the
     time.
The metal was cold under his lips, cold and hard and as unyielding as a wall,
which meant it was quite a familiar feeling as Jake mashed his lips against it.
The taste was different though, a metallic tang rather than worn down paper and
ink. His lips probably weren&#x2019;t going to end up stained blue this time
either, which was a big upgrade in his opinion. The moving he wasn&#x2019;t so
sure about yet. He would get a good thing going with his tongue when suddenly
the metal would shift, turning or twisting or doing something that would make
Jake slip in his own spit and bang their faces together.
After doing so once again, he sat back on his heels and rubbed his forehead.
&#x201C;Oh, blast it,&#x201D; he muttered. Brobot tilted his head
questioningly. &#x201C;It&#x2019;s not you, chap. I&#x2019;m just so clumsy.
This isn&#x2019;t working at all.&#x201D;
Brobot tenderly rubbed Jake&#x2019;s side, making the boy sigh and relax again.
Jake leaned forward, slowly putting his weight on the robot until they were
pressed tight together with his face tucked into the space between Brobot's
neck and shoulder. Brobot raised one hand to Jake&#x2019;s back and tapped out
Morse code.
&#x201C;I-S T-H-I-S O-K-A-Y?&#x201D; Brobot spelled. Dirk had been a talented
thirteen year old, but an oratory system that didn't sound like a screeching,
deranged Stephen Hawking with an abnormal Texan twang had been beyond his
robotsmithing skills at the time of Brobot's construction. Jake and Brobot made
due with other means of communication.
&#x201C;Of course, it&#x2019;s wonderful, jolly wonderful,&#x201D; Jake said.
He wriggled against the robot&#x2019;s chassis, making his shirt was riding up
and allowing the bare skin of his stomach to have direct contact with the cool
metal. It felt nice in contrast to the oppressive heat of the island. He could
feel the faint buzzing of the robot's internal fans, not quite a heartbeat but
certainly close. Jake ran a hand down Brobot&#x2019;s side, trying to tickled
but the surface stayed frustratingly still under his fingers. Brobot had told
him that even though he couldn&#x2019;t feel the way humans did he could still
sense the touch and found it pleasant. Sometimes Jake wondered if he just said
that to make Jake feel better.
Brobot pushed on Jake's side in question and the boy consented to being rolled
over onto his back with Brobot hovering above him. Brobot was careful, always
careful when they weren't actually sparing, and pressed Jake back into the
grass. Brobot pushed a leg between Jake's and was startled when he hissed in
pain.
"Let up a moment," Jake said. Brobot jerked away. "No, you're not hurting me,
don't worry. Stone under my hip. There we go."
Jake tossed the rock to the side and tugged Brobot's arms until he returned to
his previous position. He preferred it this way. There was a nagging instinct
deep inside him to never turn his back to the jungle. With his trusty robot
over him he didn't have to worry about that, about exposing your weak spots and
being inattentive and mistakes kill in the wild, he felt completely content and
safe. It was probably idiotic, there was no safe spot on this island but the
thoughts were lost to a haze when Brobot rocked his hips in a lovely downward
arc, just firmly enough.
"Oh," Jake gasped. He hummed and let his eyes slip close. He could here the
lapping of waves in the distance if he really concentrated, but mostly he just
heard his own panting. Brobot didn't breathe, of course, and his servos were
nearly perfectly silent. There was no creak of under oiled joints, no screech
of metal against metal, with his eyes closed it was almost like making love to
a phantom.
Jake opened his eyes, blinking at the bright sunlight flickering in from the
edges of Brobot's silhouette above him. He felt slightly bad about not doing
any of the work, but it was too damn hot and even Brobot's cooling systems
could keep heat from building between their bodies. Jake moaned, whined really,
turning his head to the side and drawing air deep into his lungs best he could.
Brobot balanced on one arm and used the other to tilt Jake's face back so he
could press their lips together. Well, press his lip approximations to Jake's
real ones in what was a perfectly adequate kiss in Jake's opinion (not that he
had many points for comparison, or any points really). Jake wrapped his arms
around Brobot's neck, careful not to cut himself on the sharp points of the
metal hair spikes (what was Dirk even thinking with those?) and licked Brobot's
face. Anyone watching would find it ridiculously unsexy.
It didn't take long for Jake to come, not spectacularly or world destroyingly,
just gently and lovely as everything else, making him shiver and shake until
Brobot pulled away from his suddenly oversensitive flesh.
"That was rather wonderful," Jake said, throwing an arm over his eyes for some
shade. "What do you say to a dip in the pond near the waterfall next?"
Brobot reached out and tapped on Jake's elbow.
"S-O-U-N-D-S P-E-R-F-E-C-T," he said. After a moment, he continued. "L-I-K-E Y-
O-U."
"Oh rubbish," Jake said, smacking Brobot on his shoulder. "None of that ironic
sap."
"N-O-T I-R-," Brobot began, but Jake pulled away and jumped to his feet.
"Come on, adventure awaits," he said, a little awkwardly. "And I am utterly
disgusting right now, so we better hurry."
The robot was silent behind him in the soft grass, but Jake just pressed his
feelings down, letting the slosh about in the vague area of his intestines and
didn't turn around. He was certain Brobot would follow.
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