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Data was seated on a stool next to the desk in his quarters.
Geordi stood behind Data at the computer console, frowning in concentration as his hands moved over the touchscreen. After a few seconds, he spoke up, “Please get comfortable, almost finished here.”
“I can assure you, Geordi,” Date replied, “ that comfort is not a consideration I require.”
“I know, I know, it’s just…” Geordi paused in his work, looking at the android from behind, “Call me old-fashioned, but… wouldn’t you rather do this in a bed?”
Data’s head turned slightly as he processed the question. “I chose to sit here because it places my head at the correct height,” he concluded, turning in his seat to regard the human behind him, “Shall I lay on the bed?”
Geordi let out a breath, shaking his head slightly, lips pursed in an attempt to not smile to while. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, picking up the scanner for his PADD, “Go ahead and lay down, I’ll be right there.”
“Very well.” Data rose to his feet.
“You seem very calm about this.”
Data paused. “I think I am always calm.”
“No, I mean…” Geordi paused, trying to think of the right way to explain this. “Maybe what I meant is thatI feel nervous, and you don’t seem like you are.”
“You feel nervous?” Data altered his path towards the bed and instead intercepted the other man. His eyes briefly darted over Geordi’s entire face, “Is it because you do not want to do this?”
“No!” Geordi said quickly. And then, more softly, “No, I want this. Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
Geordi couldn’t hold back his smile now. “Alright, then.”
Data nodded once, satisfied. “I shall now undress and lay down on the bed.”
“Go ahead.” Geordi sat down on the edge of the bed. He’d opted to dress down, take off his jacket and shoes, but keep his pants and undershirt on. He hesitated over the shirt, but ultimately decided it felt better to remain mostly clothed.
Data, on the other hand, neatly removed his entire uniform piece by piece, methodically folding them and setting them aside. Then he removed his underwear, leaving himself nude as he lay down in the center of the bed.
Geordi scooted a bit higher up the bed so that he could reach out and touch the side of Data’s face. He’d seen Data naked before. And while the android’s form intrigued him on a scientific level, he still felt a bit shy about seeing him without clothing.
Maybe it was because, the first time they’d done something like this, he’d brushed his hands over Data’s bare chest and received a look of utter bewilderment. “I do not process pleasurable sensations in my epidermis,” Data had stated, as though that explained everything.
To be fair, Geordi felt very comfortable around Data’s positronic brain. An extremely sophisticated computation device, to which the android allowed him access to repair. To refine. To… explore.
Which is how they got into this situation in the first place.
Data’s body had been designed with the intention to be fully functional. Unfortunately, that functionality was not gracious enough to impart him with the ability to experience pleasurable sensations anywhere on his skin. He could detect varying degrees of contact, temperature, pressure, and texture, but only in the most clinical sense.
As it turns out, there were other ways to stimulate an android. If you were willing to get creative, that is.
“Okay, Data,” Geordi murmured, reaching out to gently stroke up one of Data’s bare arms, “Does all of this… feel okay?”
Data nodded, reaching for and holding Geordi’s hand in a careful gesture. After a second, he let go and returned that arm back to his side. “Yes. I am ready whenever you are,” he replied. The expression on his face was quite neutral, but Geordi had observed him enough over the years to recognize the tiniest tells of... softness. Data was trying to make sure that everything was alright.
“I want to do this for you,” Geordi stated, feeling his face get warmer, “So, uh… lay back, and enjoy.”
Data did just that, with a matter-of-fact “Thank you, Geordi,” before he fixed his yellow eyes on the ceiling. The engineer chuckled, shaking his head slightly in fond amusement. Time to get to work.
He’d had the experience of opening the sides of Data’s head plenty of times. Often, it was in service of some repair, or perhaps an upgrade. And now, a very new development. It was all very technical, and Geordi would have written at least two papers on the subject if it weren’t for the fact that what he was about to do to Data, with Data, was extremely intimate. So he took no notes, relying only on memory and skill to slide open the panel just over Data’s right ear. The silver gleam of Data’s brain was as remarkable as sight as always, a constellation of blinking lights and shimmering metal.
“Look at you,” Geordi found himself whispering, “Just as beautiful as I remember…”
“I would hope that my brain has not changed in appearance,” Data quipped, earning a playful poke in the side from Geordi.
“Let me be sentimental,” the engineer teased. Then he reached up with both hands, one grasping a very small oscillator while the other rested against the open flap of Data’s skull. Now it was the mere application of a few tiny impulses to start a gradual cascade of subroutines.
“That is the correct sequence,” Date informed him, still looking up calmly at the ceiling.
“It’s fascinating, really,” Geordi mused, watching the ever-changing patterns of light flickering on the surface of Data’s brain, “how just the smallest adjustments can set it off.” He pulled his hands back for a moment, still holding the oscillator. There - he saw it - a gradual shift in the pattern. “Now, let me just…” He reached in again with the tool, sending another little impulse into a different neural node, making it light up. Beside him on the bed, Data lay perfectly still, not even breathing in the way he usually did. Sure, it was merely a programmed algorithm designed to help the android appear more human. But it was Data’s choice, and now he was choosing to minimize all non-essential subroutines in favor of focusing on this.
“See, I know how to read you,” Geordi breathed, laying down beside Data, keeping the oscillator in the same place inside his head. There was the tiniest flicker in Data’s eyes, the smallest twitch of his mouth, but otherwise he was like a statue. “I know exactly how to distract that big brain of yours,” Geordi went on, “make you only able to focus on this one thing, right?”
“You are correct,” Data murmured, “My vocal processors might go offline if I… if…” He stuttered slightly and fell silent. His eyes fluttered again, just for a second.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Geordi decided to not fight his instincts. He nuzzled his face against Data’s neck for a moment, feeling the impossibly smooth epidermis, hairless and without pores. The faint, clean scent that he could only describe as Data.
“Geordi,” Data began.
Geordi lifted his head and settled the oscillator onto a different port, sending an impulse, sliding another panel to the side, exposing a glimpse of smooth blue wires…
“Geordi,” Data tried again, his tone slightly more urgent. He was still almost completely frozen, but his lower lip trembled for a second as Geordi watched his face.
The engineer hummed comfortingly, pausing in his work to let the cascade work itself out, the flashing lights shimmering in waves across the visible side of Data’s brain.
“Do not stop,” the android breathed, like his voice had given out.
Geordi slid the tip of the oscillator into that little opening, sliding between the exposed wires, hooking and tugging at them. Data fully blinked, a low hum emanating from his chest.
“There you go,” Geordi said, “Let it happen, let yourself feel good…”
The oscillator sent pulse after pulse deep into Data’s brain, tugging at those blue wires, the whole symphony of lights rising to a peak and holding there for a moment. Data’s head gave the tiniest jerk, his eyes wide and staring. Then his eyes fell shut, a soft sound like a sigh leaving his parted lips.
The sight left Geordi breathless and more turned on than seemed possible.
After about ten seconds, Data seemed to come back to himself. Geordi, meantime, had begun gently closing him back up again, now that the lights had settled down and the wires were once more encased within his skull. The outer panel lay down so flat that it was invisible, like it had never been there.
“Feeling alright?” Geordi asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yes, I seem to be operating within normal parameters,” Data replied, turning onto his side to face Geordi. He looked like he was still trying to figure out how to speak again. “You have made me feel things I never thought possible.”
Geordi smiled bashfully, briefly biting his lower lip. “Yeah?”
“I think you just… how do you say it? Blew my mind? So I shall return the favor, if you wish.”
Geordi reached out and took one of Data’s hands in his own, kissing the smooth knuckles before slowly placing it on the erection trapped in his pants. “Please do,” he murmured, “I, uh… really enjoyed watching you get off.”
The tiniest of smiles quirked the corner of Data’s mouth.
"Very good, Geordi."