Si-C
A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
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18 - Bedtime.
A knock on the door.
"Brian?"
Two boys gasped as if with one mouth and jerked at the sound. "Yes dad?", one of them said.
"Dinner's ready. We've already called two times."
"Sorry dad, guess we didn't hear you."
"I'm not surprised about you not hearing, but maybe we should go and have Simon's ears checked out." The two boys looked at each other fearfully, before they heard Mr. Fitzgerald's soft chuckle. "Now come on outta there", he said before going back downstairs.
"Did you know it was this LATE?", one of the boys asked as they both got off the bed and started to put their clothes back on, neither really surprised to find they had come off in the first place.
A giggle and the shake of a head came from the other. "No. I just lost track of time altogether I think..."
One boy struggled with a sock, it was forcing him to hop around on one foot to keep his balance. Weird clothes, they'd been so eager to let themselves be removed it seemed they had almost done it themselves and now they refused to cooperate when they were supposed to go back on again!
One boy pointed downwards at the floor, showing a white sock and a blue sock on each of their feet. More giggles; there was no time to correct the mistake. Then they went out of their room and rushed down the stairs to have dinner. Two nice, grilled chickens awaited them, along with stirfry veggies of various kinds, basmati rice, several kinds of sauces of varying hotness, salad, fresh bread, cheese and such. Simon only ate salad, and not too much either, claiming his nourishment needs had been satisfied literally for days ahead just from that day's lunch. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald were rather surprised to hear that even though Simon's body could digest food, he only needed tiny amounts of bio-matter to fuel the growth and repair processes of his tissues, all actual musclework for movement and such was powered electrically through his fusion cell. Brian's parents weren't very technical-minded people after all, so it did not surprise their son they hadn't catched on.
After dinner, Brian had decided. He WOULD bring Simon to school. Not to show him off, but as a friend, for company. Only thing he needed to do was to call his friends he'd met earlier in the day and ask them not to squeal on him of what Simon really was, if they kept that a secret, Steve would never know... It was quickly done, all the kids had a holo-conference together and they agreed to keep their mouths shut. There was much joking, giggling and kidding around of course, but when it came to the matter at hand, everybody was dead serious. It was important nobody even hinted at Simon's true nature! Even Bobby knew better than to try to pull some kind of prank that could reveal the secret to the rest of the school.
After finishing the conversation, Brian stood there in his room, holding Simon's warm, soft hand.
"What does all this mean?", he asked the other boy, still holding that hand.
"It means whatever we want to...", the olive-skinned boy replied and touched Brian's face with his other hand, gently moving aside some hairs to reveal his forehead so he could kiss it.
Somehow, evening seemed to come terribly quickly that day. They played some more, just regular fun, and then Brian told his parents he was tired and would go to bed soon. They got a bit worried at first of course, because they thought maybe their son was coming down with some sort of bug perhaps. It was unusual of course, but not unheard of for kids to get sick. He put on a brave show for them though, asking them not to worry and simply let himself retire to his room in peace because he was tired. Upon saying so, Mr. Fitzgerald scratched his chin.
"Oh well then, Brian", he said. "Let's see if we can find some place for Simon to spend the night." He turned to the other boy. "Simon, what would you prefer, do you require recharging or such perhaps? I can provide you-"
"Dad! He'll sleep in my room of course."
Both parents looked at each other, thinking this was some new kind of make-believe Brian was playing at. It was cute in a way, but he was a bit too old for these pretending-games. "Sweetheart", his mother said in a patient voice. "Simon doesn't sleep. He is a robot."
"Actually, I really CAN sleep", Simon responded quickly, but upon seeing the eyes of both grown-ups fall on him, quickly excused himself for interrupting. They smiled, and assured him it was alright. They hadn't been offended.
"He doesn't NEED it of course", Mr. Fitzgerald said patiently, as if believing his son needed more convincing still. "But alright then, I'll get a spare bed set up for him if it is that important for you."
Brian shook his head firmly. "Don't bother, Simon can sleep with me in my bed."
Parents again shared a quick look. Not exactly a concerned one, but a look anyway. 'Okay', they said to each other. 'Let's humor the kid. At least he's not sulking anymore.' Then they turned back to the children and was just about to speak when one boy suddenly yawned wide, then the other. A giggle followed from each of them, one that reflected as smiles in their parents. With a wave of their hands, they dismissed the kids, whom retreated back upstairs again. 'Let them sort this out themselves!', the parents signalled between themselves.
Brian picked out a soft, sea-blue-striped pyjamas for Simon to wear in addition to his own green-striped one. Both kids got naked in a flash and with cute giggles donned their nightclothes which quickly started tenting outwards from their bodies in a characteristic fashion.
Two boys dressed in soft silken fabric. Eyes closed and breathing slowly, enveloped by velvety darkness in the night. Both safe, kept warm by each other in their closeness. Their hands always seemed to find the other as they instinctively moved every once in a while, both clinging on to the other. Clinging on, dreaming in blissful sleep...
Brian was the first to wake up. It was already daylight outside, though he had no idea what time it was. His bladder ached abominally he noticed even before becoming fully conscious. Probably the reason he'd been dreaming about water. Brooks and rivers, blue water, bubbling water, frothing water. Water streaming, flowing, pouring, swirling. Rain and waterfalls, oceans of water... He was glad he hadn't wet his bed since he was five years old, blushing slightly just by thinking about it. Even though it was a bit of a panic right then, he just had to lean in next to Simon (who was on his back, still snoozing softly) and touch the other boy as much as he could with his entire body. Feeling his hot, hard dick pressing against warm firm flesh... Then staying like that for a minute or so, until the pain grew too excruciating to endure. He slithered backwards out of the bed very carefully to avoid waking his friend until he reached the edge, then put his feet down on the floor and scuttled off to the bathroom in that peculiar way boys do when they REALLY need to pee RIGHT AWAY!
Aaah... Such relief...! Brian's tortured bladder continued to ache even after it was empty, it still felt much better than previously. He giggled softly to himself, knowing how close he'd come to have an accident as he washed his hands like any good boy would, then quietly sneaked back through the upper floor of the house so he wouldn't wake anyone. His parents' bedroom was also on the upper floor, but no sound came from there, nor from downstairs either. They must all be asleep still, he thought. Usually he'd have a hard time going back to sleep when waking up so early, he'd lie in his bed and be bored and uncomfortable, turning this way and that, not finding any position the least bit appealing. Now he was thankful. It meant more time to be alone with Simon, his new friend who was so warm and soft, and the only thing he found himself wanting right then...
19 - Morning activities.
When he came back to his room, Brian found that Simon had rolled over on his side and was facing the wall, knees pulled up a bit so the olive-skinned boy was almost in a half-fetal position. He'd hogged the entire bed cover, holding most of it bunched up in front of him. In fact, all of his backside was exposed, a large gap showing between the top and bottom halves of his pyjamas. Both boy buttocks were clearly outlined beneath striped fabric, they looked smooth and inviting to Brian. He carefully laid down on his back next to Simon, carefully stealing back enough of the covers to protect himself. He let the hand closest to Simon sneak inside the other boy's pyjamas, to touch his naked butt. Simon mumbled something as he was touched, but did not pull away. Nor did he seem to wake up. Brian got erect again, and proceeded to squeeze and caress each buttock in turn, ever so softly. Simon gave a ragged gasp in his sleep and slowly rolled forwards down on his stomach so he was lying almost right at the wall. Brian followed, edging sideways so he again was right next to his friend, hand still on the other boy's butt.
Simon mumbled again, slowly waking up it seemed. Brian rolled over on his side, so his little dick poked into the side of a firm buttock and put his face in next to Simon's neck. He was really amazed to feel the scent of the other boy, a soft, mellow fragrance almost. He was so warm and cozy, dressed in his soft pyjamas, sleeping, mumbling quietly to himself. Brian just had to kiss him on his richly colored neck, he did, and the other boy sighed and stirred slightly, starting to wake up for real.
Another kiss, another sigh, and then Simon was awake.
"Hello cutie...", Brian said as he looked into a pair of beautiful brown eyes. "How was your first night of sleep ever?"
The other boy smiled, first a little, and then more as he became aware of things fully. "It was...strange." Simon turned over to his back, pulling Brian up on top of himself so he sat on the olive-skinned boy's firm tummy. "But GOOD. It was so neat, sleeping with you." They smiled at one another and Brian felt Simon's warm body beneath himself, under his butt and along his thighs and calves as he sat on the other boy. "I felt so comfortable..." Brian nodded. It was remarkable sleeping with someone else, not having to feel alone in the night, sleeping with someone that cared as deeply as Simon did. Then there was a pair of hands at Brian's sides, and the pyjamas shirt came off over his head. The sitting boy returned the favor to the one lying down. They got down together and helped each other to relieve themselves of their pants too. Touching a naked Simon the previous day with his hands had been quite an experience for young Brian, but it did not compare the slightest with touching the other boy with his whole body!
The two boys didn't quite know what to do except quiver with delight at their mutual, curious yet innocent touches. Kiss upon kiss touched the lips and faces of them both, the sharing of closeness and affection made them giggle happily together. Brian was getting used to Simon's devotion, becoming comfortable with the thought that here was a friend he could always count on, who would never let him down. Who would never run off, abandon him to be with someone else, some other, more popular kid... And not because he was forced to, Brian wanted to believe, but out of choice. Because he truly, genuinely cared for Brian.
The pale boy smiled, and gripped Simon tighter, feeling the other boy hold him too really tightly. It was such an awesome feeling, he held Simon and then simply relaxed. Relaxed, taking more delight in putting his trust in the other boy, complete, total trust, deriving pleasure from their unrestricted skin contact. Brian's stiff boyhood could not get enough of Simon's warm, soft body. It twitched with as much delight as the rest of Brian. "You're really great...", he mumbled, feeling tears in his eyes. Hid them from the other boy to not cause him worry.
"So're you...", he heard the other boy sniffle. "I... I really like it, being here with you...", Simon said in a quiet whisper. "I could never be happier than here with you..." Tears fell from their eyes, and Simon's were salty on Brian's tongue, just like real boy tears. They were so happy they cried. Not loudly, it was tears of joy and comfort, and they kissed and caressed each other until their eyes dried out.
They both continued to hold each other tight until their parents came to wake them up by knocking on his door and to tell breakfast would be soon. They were a bit surprised to find Brian awake already (because usually he was a real sleepy-head). They saw the boys sitting up really close in bed, both kids bare-chested, the rest of them hidden out of sight and one of Brian's hands around the other boy's back, firmly placed on Simon's waist. Mrs. Fitzgerald asked her son if he'd had a good night's sleep and told him not to be late, then both parents withdrew their heads back out into the hallway again and closed the door. They gave each other a look that meant, 'We need to talk!'. Back inside the room however, Brian was busy looking at his new friend that had quickly become so important to him. He sat with his little rump right on the other boy's groin, feeling a stiff dick touching his bum, and it was a really nice feeling. Brian's hands were busy tracing outlines of well-defined muscles across Simon's chest. That they were synthetic muscles composed of tightly bunched long strings of advanced polymer molecules, millions and billions of them that all contracted when electricity ran through them, rather than organic protein chains didn't occur to him. Simon reacted with sensual voluptuousness to the other boy's touches, that was all the evidence Brian needed.
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