Jacking in
Lucas / ?M

A/N: Lucas (c20 years old) just back on seaQuest from completing his PhD studies. His doctorate in A.I. and Cognitive Systems consisted, in the main, of him re-wiring his synaptic / neural pathways and now being able to wire himself up to a hard-drive via a cable plugged into the base of his neck / top of his back. Whilst he’s ‘probing’ and doing all kinds of computery type thinking and jiggery-pokery, he is in a passive unconscious state. Oh dear. How vulnerable (and gorgeous).
NB: as you can see, I know nothing about A.I. nor neuroscience hence a lack of proper scientific logic, but then again this is not a lesson - its a fun story about rumpy-pumpy, so….

~ * ~

I’m ten minutes late, and hurry to the door. Pulling out my card, I glance over my shoulder, but this part of seaQuest is quiet at this time of night, and so see no-one. The card-swiper beeps and the green light flashes as the door clicks open. I pass though, pulling the door firmly closed behind me. The ante-room is dimly lit with rows of screens displaying heart monitor readings, pulse, blood pressure, breathing rates and so on. Jess tuts under her breath as she gathers up her teacup, biscuits and magazines. ‘In your own time’. She scowls. ‘He passed into bio-level 2 about 40 minutes ago, and should be brought back up to level 1 in around 3 hours’.

‘Excuse me - this isn’t my job. I’d be grateful that I’ve agreed to fill in, if I were you...’ but she has already stepped out and the door clicks shut.

Of course it was to my absolute joy that this opportunity arose. I was ostensibly here to watch the bio-reading monitors as Lucas was deep in a cyber-probe, but this also gave me the chance to indulge in a fantasy that had been gnawing away in me for weeks. Since Lucas had returned to the seaQuest, a tidal wave of lust had almost engulfed my every waking moment, but he doesn’t even look my way anymore. Our past relationships are never mentioned or even acknowledged. But whilst he is now almost ethereal in the eyes of the UEO and most of the staff and crew, my groin aches for his body as if he were only a sixteen year old boy again.

I gaze though the huge glass panel.

The main room has several large computer monitors, only three of them displaying any data. ‘What the crap is he doing…?’ I mutter under my breath. I don’t really understand what he does, only that the reams of code that are being generated and re-sorted are, in part the computer processor, and partly Lucas’ internal A.I melding his thoughts and instructions. In the centre of the room lies Lucas, on a white leather chair, almost like a dentist chair, ergonomically designed so Lucas lies comfortably whilst the two thin red wires run from the sockets at the top of his back pass through into a bank of processors. Lights flash, coding streams though and the room hums loudly, vibrating slightly.

Lucas has his eyes shut, and other than the cyber-probe connectors, has further attachments positioned about his person – heart, pulse and neural activity monitors and so on. Despite the fans, the room is still warm and so Lucas is clothed only in light blue scrub pants. His bare lean chest rises and falls slowly, bio-level 2 mimicking deep sleep. But he can’t awake from this. To do so he has to slowly be pulled back to level one for at least 30mins, disentangling himself mentally between the artificial and human psyche.

I assess the bio-monitors, and all appears normal. He’s in deep.

I pull the door separating the anteroom and main area. I walk over and my eyes scan hungrily over his near naked body; his soft short blond hair, full lips, rosy pink taut nipples, the line of blond hair from his navel and past the waistband of the scrubs…

‘Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…’. This is as good as any dream, wet or otherwise. My fingers are actually trembling and I hold them over his abdomen. I can’t believe I can touch him again, like this. I stop. What if there are CCTV cameras? I try to glance nonchalantly around the ceiling and walls but I think it’s OK.

All afternoon, since I was told I would be taking this shift my mind has tumbled over what I could do. I had to spend most the afternoon seated with my lap firmly hidden from view, so painfully obvious was my arousal.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes, let alone answer him, when Lucas came by and made a joke about my impending role. And now here I am – and there he is nearly naked, so vulnerable and powerless.

I have to resist the urge to dive straight in - I want to savour as much of this incredible situation. What first? My hand hesitates again, over his neck and face and move up to run my fingers through his hair. It’s so soft, and much shorter than when he left for his recent studies. I bend over to breathe in its smell, wondering if I’ll be reminded of late night trysts gone by. I am only a few centimetres from his face, and am startled by the flick of his eyes. Is he dreaming or does he know? The thought that he is vaguely aware of somebody invading his space, violating him perhaps, excites me. His breathing does not change rhythm so I kiss him gently where his pulse beats on his neck. It is steady – maybe a little faster than expected at bio-level 2? ‘Hmmm, don’t fret little one’ I murmur. Maybe the sound of my familiar voice will re-assure him, if he hears me at all.

My fingers trace the curve of his cheekbones, so delicate and fine. It was hard to image Lucas as a fifty-year-old gruff man, he seems too angelic. His eyes flicker again. ‘sshhh’ I kiss each one in turn. I can’t help myself as I gently pull one eyelid up, but the deep blue eye gazes emptily and unfocused, the mind behind it occupied only with complex code.

I lick and then suck gently on his lips before kissing them forcefully, but the lack of response is strangely disquieting. It is the first time that the lack of consent is so bluntly explicit.

With less confidence, I continue. I suck on his earlobe and am surprised by the sensation of light stubble on his face. Of course it’s been a whilst since he was really a child, but it is a reminder of how much time has moved on…

I kiss his neck again and smell his skin where the neck becomes his shoulder. I straddle the chair and lean forward over his torso. I run both my hands over his stomach and his pecs and toy with his nipples, which pucker and harden instantly. I lean further in and kiss and lick one, blowing gently on it. Goose bumps spread over his chest in response, his body under my instruction even though his mind is locked elsewhere. As I play again with his nipples, I kiss his chest and his skin still tastes of salt and soap but different too. I am unaware until that moment that I am pushing my groin into his under me, until I am poked by something. I straighten up – he is hard. Very. His cock is pushing out the thin scrubs fabric and making a damp spot.

Guess pricks do have a mind of their own.

I take hold of the waistband and pull down gently, over the engorged head and past the hips. I tug it under him and past his ass, until the scrubs are halfway down his thighs. I stand back a moment to survey the scene, my own cock becoming rock hard.

I approach, and trail my fingers over his hips and lower abdomen, before brushing lightly over the head of his prick. It twitches in response and I smile. I do it again and my fingers come away with a coating of precum, which I suck off. I pause, uncertain what to do next – I want to suck him, jerk him off and fuck him hard in the ass and mouth but obviously given the time and place, choices will have to be made.

Fucking him in the mouth, whilst hugely enjoyable in the past, in this pseudo-comatose state would be like stuffing my prick into a cadaver - nasty. Also fucking him up the ass required quite a bit of manhandling, and Lucas was fairly tall and no longer a frail teenager, so would also be unsuitable. So unable to penetrate him in either orifice, I am left with my hand and mouth. Ah well, better than a slap in the face with a wet fish.

My hand grasps his dick and strokes slowly up and down, while my other hand plays with his balls, before wandering along his thigh and up over his stomach. But this is very unsatisfying for me and the reader so I change tactics.

I pull off his scrubs completely so that he is totally naked and pull his legs up so that his knees are bent and ankles are against his ass, and his legs flop open against the arm rests. I crouch down and lick from the thick base of his cock up over the veins and bite lightly the head. I am startled by a sigh from Lucas. My head snaps up – is he really as passive as I think? I have to know so I ram my finger hard into his anus, deep and forceful. But Lucas makes no movement or sound that would suggest he was aware of my action. I am immediately sorry that I did something that was crude and must have been painful in some reality. To make amends I try to push my tongue very gently there, but really his position makes it almost impossible so I have to use my fingers. I pull a tube of lube from my pocket, and coat my fingers well and push one in whilst returning my mouth to its previous enjoyable task. Lucas’ cock pulsates and twitches as if eager for more too, and I oblige by sucking only on the head, my tongue swirling over the wet slit, and sliding around the shiny purple crown mixing my saliva with precum.

I push another finger in, deeper this time and brush over his prostate. Whilst in a waking state, this would have elicited an electric response from him, but Lucas now barely registered it, although I am now more aware of his heart beating harder in his chest.

My fingers slide in and out of his tight ass and my mouth sucks harder and harder on more of his cock until as much of his full length as I can manage is in my mouth. My own cock is aching like mad and I think I’m going to come first, without even putting it anywhere near his naked body, although I definitely want to come over him.

Lucas’ fingers clench slightly and his head moves barely perceptibly to one side. I freeze. I look up at the computer monitors and notice only two of the three are still displaying data streams. Shit, Lucas is bringing himself out of the probe, and I don’t even know when he started. If it was as soon as I began this, he could be about to wake any moment. I panic, and wonder if I should just pull on his scrubs and pretend that I don’t know anything, maybe pass it off as a wet dream. But I’m too far-gone, and need, need, need to come if not inside him then over him. I pull my own trousers / pants down and my cock springs out, balls heavy and definitely ready to discharge any second. I climb onto the chair and position myself between his legs so that our stiff cocks rub up alongside each other. I squeeze on some lube to make it nice and slippery and then start grinding my groin hard into his, our hips bumping into each other but so nice, the sensation of my penis rubbing against his, up and back, my balls trailing over his shaft. I kiss his mouth and cheeks, but I’m panting hard and again his seemingly lifeless face is difficult to take, given the heat of our bodies and the hardness of his prick against me. So I rest my head on his shoulder and have one arm propping me up so as not to crush him and the other I run absentmindedly over his pecs. I close my eyes as my breathing becomes hard and I get even hotter under my clothes. I am really grinding now and his smooth toned body and his helpless disposition and the thought that this is Lucas; young, gorgeous, clever Lucas under me, is such a turn on that I do finally come.

I cry out and quickly push my face into his shoulder to stifle it, but I come so hard that the cry becomes a loud sob and my hips jerk hard into him as the cum sprays over both our stomachs. I collapse over him breathing harshly, almost fainting with the release, but his breathing has also become harder and I can feel his heart is beating hard under me. Also another of the monitors is now blank. How far is he from re-surfacing?

Also his cock is still rigid and twitching.

Well, as I have to clean up one load of cum, may as well do the honourable thing. Reluctantly I move. Pulling up my trousers, I re-place my mouth level with his musky penis and I wipe most of the lube onto my fingers again to take up where I left off. I push two fingers in again and instantly his cock twitches in my mouth. I lick the tip and play around with the shaft as I push deeper with my fingers, wishing it was my penis, but I press his prostate hoping he’ll come before he awakes and the response is predictable but great too. Lucas’ engorged prick shoots out a jet of cum into the roof of my mouth and I almost choke with the volume. I lift my head to watch his face as I press my fingers down again and a weaker jet comes out this time over his abdomen and hips, but his face doesn’t betray anything. His cock spurts one more time and becomes limp, as I pull out my fingers.

Lucas’ breathing and heart rate are definitely higher but as yet, he is not awake. I get up and pull out some wipes and clean him and myself off as best I can and then struggle to pull on his scrubs. Before pulling them completely over his hips I kiss his penis once more.

‘Until the next time’

I stand up and look at Lucas, beautiful and calm, although small movements betray his level 1 state, and I return quickly to the anteroom. Will he be angry? Will he feel betrayed and violated? Will he have secretly loved it? Will he even know?

I rest my head on my arms and close my eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep, all the while the monitors indicate he is about the wake from the probe…

back to seaQuest fanfiction | back home