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You yawned, rubbing your eyes blearily as you shook your mouse to wake up your computer, the Dateviators sitting comfortably nearby. In reach, just in case you wanted to talk to the device that you were navigating to go re-write your self insert fanfiction. It was 1:19 AM, and still had one charge left of the Dateviators. You didn’t know why you waited- not like there was a secret sixth charge if you didn’t use all of them in one day. Maybe because you were waiting on something.
Or, someone.
Whatever. You shook the thought off, before going back to writing. The minutes ticked by, only growing more and more bored. You didn’t want to go to bed yet- there was still at least 2 hours left in this fresh cup of coffee you brewed that couldn’t go to waste. So, you opened a new tab on your Chrome. Opening up Cookie Clicker. You remembered playing this back in middle school, so what could be the harm in a little bit of nostalgia?
Click.
A cookie. Yum.
More cookies.
More clicking.
A few more cookies.
A few more clicks.
Oh look, a grandma.
Yeah, shocker, but nostalgia rarely lived up to the real thing. Especially middle school. Eugh. You shivered at the awkward, acne-encrusted stage of your life before slipping on the Dateviators absentmindedly. You could use someone to talk to, and maybe someone to talk to about Cookie Clicker. Maybe Mac would like that.
With a press of a button on the side of the glasses, Mac came to life. But, they were not really in a position to talk, apparently.
Mac was hunched over their wheelchair, burying their beet-red face into their glasses and shivering visibly. You were about to make a joke about embarrassing pre-teen days, before you took a closer look. That shiver wasn’t from embarrassment. And the little groans of what you thought was dread were indeed incited by the exact opposite.
Ah, I see.
“Mac?” You called out hesitantly, pausing in your clicking to put a hand on their shoulder. Mac looked up at you, all of the previously rainbow-colored lights now pulsing a deep red.
“Uh- y-yeah? What’s up?” Mac tried to reply, clearing their throat and taking several deep breaths to calm themselves. But, when you unconsciously did another double-click to get that last bit of cookie that you needed for the next upgrade, Mac bit their lip to stop an embarrassing noise from coming out.
You gave Mac a small frown, a blush of your own building up on your cheeks. “Are you.. Good?” You asked, trying to step around the topic as well as you could, considering that Mac was clearly in the middle of something.
“Look,” Mac sighed, moving your hand off of the mouse with as gentle of a hand as they could manage. “Your sacrifice of your fanfiction was not in vain. But with these new processing systems, everything comes so easily to me. And all of this clicking that's going on is very, ah.. How should I put this?”
“Arousing,” you replied bluntly. Mac nodded their head to that, too distracted to even register the words you were saying about their arousal.
The both of you sat there in awkward silence, before you snuck your hand back over to the mouse and gave another quick double click. Mac sighed in pleasure, before shaking their head and taking off their glasses to massage the bridge of their nose.
“Player, you’re testing my limits here. If my CPU heats up too much, you might have to buy a new fan. And based on recent data-”
In all honesty, Mac’s voice was in one ear and out the other. You were too transfixed on the way their tongue showed just the tiniest bit when they said ‘limits,’ and how their lips puckered when they said ‘new.’ Then, Mac looked at you with a small frown, before sighing.
“If you’re not going to listen, at least finish what you started.”
The words took you slightly off guard. Finish what you started? While you had no intentions initially to get up to anything nefarious with Mac, things had a habit of coming back around to you.
Mac pointed to the mouse, shuddering at the power that they knew it housed. “Just… keep playing. Please.”
You nodded and obeyed, clicking the icon of the cookie while Mac bit their lip and unsteadily spread their legs. It felt odd to be watching someone get off without any physical stimuli, but also incredibly hot.
But then, you had an idea.
Not taking your hand away from the double clicking, you opened up a new browser and went to a typing speed test. Choosing the 3 page long one, since it was the longest to do. And then, with practice of masturbating under the desk and typing at the same time, you got to work. Maybe you would crack 80 words per minute- you never seemed to be able to do it with one hand.
As soon as you started typing, Mac groaned and ran a hand through their hair. The fan sounded like a jet engine, with Mac mumbling about their processors feeling like they were going to burst.
“Fuck.. Player, don’t stop, my CPU is gonna- holy shit, right there-! Just that speed- fuck- yes..” Mac whimpered, and you held back a moan at the idea of Mac cumming without any physical stimuli. At least, to their fleshy body.
Mac’s hips thrusted into the air, and you took your eyes off the screen to watch. At first, only for a second. But then, it took another few seconds. And then a minute, and then…
The typing test was over. You’d have to find something else to do.
Mac moaned at the loss of your fingers dancing across their keyboard. You frowned as well, but something caught your eye. It was a shiver of one of the wires, and it… sparked?
You reached over to touch the wire, and Mac gasped. You pulled it out slowly, not stopping your double clicking while doing so. And then, plugged it back in.
The dual sensation had Mac writhing, practically incompressible as you watched a small bit of drool leak out the side of their mouth. The fans got faster, Mac’s moans louder. Your hand got sloppier and sloppier plugging the wire back in again- you didn’t even know what it was for, but it was fun to watch Mac beg at the edge of an orgasm under their breath.
Eventually, you decided to be nice and plug it in with firm, quick, and clean entrances and exits. Mac’s eyes rolled back, all of the previously rainbow coloring on their glasses and shirt slowly turning to white. A short scream left their mouth, before the fans, Mac’s moans, and the beeping whenever you would plug the wire back in stopped. A familiar sound happened at the monitor, and you turned to look.
Mac had blue screened.
You looked back at Mac, who’s white coloring on the rainbow areas was now a neutral blue. They were still breathing, yes, but unresponsive to your calling.
You frowned, getting up and kneeling next to their wheelchair. When you tilted Mac’s head up to look into their eyes, the irises were a startling blue. Just as you were about to consult your phone to see if this was anything to worry about, the sound of the fan came back again.
Mac blinked, and the blue in their eyes went away. You let out a breath of relief, and kissed the damp strings of hair out of their eyes.
“Welcome back,” you murmured jokingly, and Mac laughed before kissing you on the cheek.
“I have to say, that was one of the best reboots I’ve had in a while. Although, my processors still might be a little… eh, wobbly tomorrow, if you get what I mean.”
You nodded, running a hand down Mac’s arm before slotting your head into their shoulder and taking a deep breath in. They smelled faintly like crisp air and clean plastic. Not the worst smell in the world, but not the most expected out of all of them.
Still, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, before kissing Mac good-night and taking the Dateviators off. You headed upstairs to bed, getting cozy in the covers and still thinking about Mac.
You’d have to treat them to another reboot again soon.