Fanfiction: Almost Human - Falling Further (Chapter 4)
Title: Falling Further
Sequel to: I'll Catch You As You Fall
Author: Serena-chan ( hourglass244)
Fandom: Almost Human
Pairing: Dorian/John Kennex
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Warnings: Um, robot/human sex?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Takes place immediately following "I'll Catch You As You Fall." You probably should read that first, or this won't make much sense.
Chapter Summary: The inevitable morning after.
A/N: As always, comments=love.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3
John awoke to the shrill beeping of his alarm. Dorian's arm was still wrapped snugly around his waist, and the android had molded himself against his back.
"Good morning," Dorian said cheerfully somewhere over his right shoulder.
"Hmm, morning," he agreed. Whether it would be a good one or not remained to be seen. On the one hand, he'd had amazing sex last night, but on the other hand, it was with a male android who just happened to be his partner. Now he had to get up and work with him all day, and try not to be weird about it.
Extricating himself from Dorian's grip, John sat up on the side of the bed and stretched. Physically, he felt pretty good, in spite of his lack of a decent night's rest.
There was a flurry of movement behind him, and then Dorian appeared in front of him with his synthetic leg. He allowed the android to snap his leg back into place for him, resisting the sudden urge to kiss the soft smile off his face. He shouldn't be thinking things like that, especially if this was all just some hiccup in Dorian's programing.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," he said.
"Alright. I'll get started on breakfast," Dorian replied.
John paused. "You can cook?"
"Well, I've never actually done it before," the DRN admitted. "But I've always wanted to try."
"Great," John muttered, heading for the bathroom. He wondered what sort of state he'd find his kitchen in when he came back out.
This whole thing with Dorian was confusing him more than he'd been letting on. He was way too old to be having some sort of sexual identity crisis, and yet... His encounter with the android in the warehouse was the first time he'd been sexually active since he'd woken from his coma, so when he'd found himself yearning for some kind of release later that night, he'd figured that it was just a response to having sex again. However, as he'd jerked himself off in the safety of his bed, he'd found that images of his partner kept creeping in over his usual fantasies. The feeling of his tight, hot ass and his pouty lips was still fresh in John's mind, and in the end, it had been Dorian he'd been thinking of as he came.
Afterwards, he'd said to himself that fantasizing about the DRN was going to cause problems at work, and he'd been right. Yesterday at the crime scene Dorian had bent over to examine some evidence, and John had found himself so hard that he'd had to think of Rudy, Paul, and the MXs naked just to get it to go away. It was only some miracle that Dorian hadn't noticed and commented. That would have been awkward. What could he have said? 'Sorry, but since you had your first sexual experience basically forced on you, I can't stop thinking about it?' Yeah, right.
John stepped under the spray of his shower, letting the hot water massage away all the kinks in the his muscles.
Then there was last night, with Dorian showing up on his doorstep and practically assaulting him. It had been incredible, and there was no way that could help the situation.
And what did Dorian think about all this? He'd seemed genuinely upset at the thought that there might be something wrong with him, which led John to believe that he couldn't possibly want this, not really. True, he'd come all the way to John's apartment when he could have been asking Rudy for help, but that didn't exactly prove anything, did it? He'd said Rudy was asleep. Perhaps the scientist was a deep sleeper, and Dorian couldn't get him awake? After all, John had 'fixed' the problem last time, so why shouldn't he be able to do it again?
The trouble was, John needed to ask Dorian some of these questions, and he had no idea how to go about doing that. He couldn't just come out and say any of these things, could he?
Dorian would, if he were in your shoes, John thought.
But he wasn't Dorian, and these kinds of conversations had never been easy for him. He wasn't used to having to talk about feelings, and in the past that had never been an issue. All his old girlfriends had been only too happy to bring that sort of thing up.
That led John to another thought. Since Dorian had no trouble saying what he was thinking - even if it was wildly inappropriate - then wouldn't he just say so if he wanted this arrangement to be more permanent? Of course he would.
Sighing in resignation, John toweled off and got himself dressed. He headed out to see what the damage to his kitchen was.
To his surprise, there was hardly any mess. Any dirty dishes and utensils had been stacked neatly in the sink, and there was tons of food. John was mostly a coffee and maybe a slice of toast kind of guy, and while there was that, there was also bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
"Are you sure you can't eat?" John asked. "Because there's no way I'll be able to finish all this by myself."
"No, I can't eat," Dorian confirmed as he piled some food on a plate for John. "Sometimes I wish I could, though. Practically every human I've met seems to derive a great deal of pleasure from it. I hope you don't mind your eggs scrambled. One of the cooking sites I reviewed suggested it was the easiest method for beginning cooks."
John moaned in appreciation at his first bite. "This is incredible. You should stay over every night."
He paused, realizing what he'd just said, and glanced at his partner. Luckily, Dorian seemed to be avoiding his gaze. John finished the rest of his breakfast in silence.
Chapter 5
Sequel to: I'll Catch You As You Fall
Author: Serena-chan ( hourglass244)
Fandom: Almost Human
Pairing: Dorian/John Kennex
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Warnings: Um, robot/human sex?
Spoilers: None
Summary: Takes place immediately following "I'll Catch You As You Fall." You probably should read that first, or this won't make much sense.
Chapter Summary: The inevitable morning after.
A/N: As always, comments=love.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3
John awoke to the shrill beeping of his alarm. Dorian's arm was still wrapped snugly around his waist, and the android had molded himself against his back.
"Good morning," Dorian said cheerfully somewhere over his right shoulder.
"Hmm, morning," he agreed. Whether it would be a good one or not remained to be seen. On the one hand, he'd had amazing sex last night, but on the other hand, it was with a male android who just happened to be his partner. Now he had to get up and work with him all day, and try not to be weird about it.
Extricating himself from Dorian's grip, John sat up on the side of the bed and stretched. Physically, he felt pretty good, in spite of his lack of a decent night's rest.
There was a flurry of movement behind him, and then Dorian appeared in front of him with his synthetic leg. He allowed the android to snap his leg back into place for him, resisting the sudden urge to kiss the soft smile off his face. He shouldn't be thinking things like that, especially if this was all just some hiccup in Dorian's programing.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," he said.
"Alright. I'll get started on breakfast," Dorian replied.
John paused. "You can cook?"
"Well, I've never actually done it before," the DRN admitted. "But I've always wanted to try."
"Great," John muttered, heading for the bathroom. He wondered what sort of state he'd find his kitchen in when he came back out.
This whole thing with Dorian was confusing him more than he'd been letting on. He was way too old to be having some sort of sexual identity crisis, and yet... His encounter with the android in the warehouse was the first time he'd been sexually active since he'd woken from his coma, so when he'd found himself yearning for some kind of release later that night, he'd figured that it was just a response to having sex again. However, as he'd jerked himself off in the safety of his bed, he'd found that images of his partner kept creeping in over his usual fantasies. The feeling of his tight, hot ass and his pouty lips was still fresh in John's mind, and in the end, it had been Dorian he'd been thinking of as he came.
Afterwards, he'd said to himself that fantasizing about the DRN was going to cause problems at work, and he'd been right. Yesterday at the crime scene Dorian had bent over to examine some evidence, and John had found himself so hard that he'd had to think of Rudy, Paul, and the MXs naked just to get it to go away. It was only some miracle that Dorian hadn't noticed and commented. That would have been awkward. What could he have said? 'Sorry, but since you had your first sexual experience basically forced on you, I can't stop thinking about it?' Yeah, right.
John stepped under the spray of his shower, letting the hot water massage away all the kinks in the his muscles.
Then there was last night, with Dorian showing up on his doorstep and practically assaulting him. It had been incredible, and there was no way that could help the situation.
And what did Dorian think about all this? He'd seemed genuinely upset at the thought that there might be something wrong with him, which led John to believe that he couldn't possibly want this, not really. True, he'd come all the way to John's apartment when he could have been asking Rudy for help, but that didn't exactly prove anything, did it? He'd said Rudy was asleep. Perhaps the scientist was a deep sleeper, and Dorian couldn't get him awake? After all, John had 'fixed' the problem last time, so why shouldn't he be able to do it again?
The trouble was, John needed to ask Dorian some of these questions, and he had no idea how to go about doing that. He couldn't just come out and say any of these things, could he?
Dorian would, if he were in your shoes, John thought.
But he wasn't Dorian, and these kinds of conversations had never been easy for him. He wasn't used to having to talk about feelings, and in the past that had never been an issue. All his old girlfriends had been only too happy to bring that sort of thing up.
That led John to another thought. Since Dorian had no trouble saying what he was thinking - even if it was wildly inappropriate - then wouldn't he just say so if he wanted this arrangement to be more permanent? Of course he would.
Sighing in resignation, John toweled off and got himself dressed. He headed out to see what the damage to his kitchen was.
To his surprise, there was hardly any mess. Any dirty dishes and utensils had been stacked neatly in the sink, and there was tons of food. John was mostly a coffee and maybe a slice of toast kind of guy, and while there was that, there was also bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
"Are you sure you can't eat?" John asked. "Because there's no way I'll be able to finish all this by myself."
"No, I can't eat," Dorian confirmed as he piled some food on a plate for John. "Sometimes I wish I could, though. Practically every human I've met seems to derive a great deal of pleasure from it. I hope you don't mind your eggs scrambled. One of the cooking sites I reviewed suggested it was the easiest method for beginning cooks."
John moaned in appreciation at his first bite. "This is incredible. You should stay over every night."
He paused, realizing what he'd just said, and glanced at his partner. Luckily, Dorian seemed to be avoiding his gaze. John finished the rest of his breakfast in silence.
Chapter 5