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Calvin nodded. “Very much.”
Winston didn’t know how to deal with that, so he chose not to. For now at least. He’d come back to it later if necessary.
“Next question.” Winston braced himself. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Calvin. He was perceptive and curious. A lethal combination.
“What was your favorite part?”
“That’s a simple question with a complicated answer. I liked all of it. I liked it best when he kisses me. I like everything he does, but I like it best when he just takes over and my brain can turn off.”
Winston loved everything about sex with Lucky. Everything but the crushing realization after that he wasn’t enough for him. That sometimes Lucky needed things that Winston couldn’t give him.
“You’re sad again.”
“Yeah, buddy. Sometimes sex can make people sad too.”
“Why?”
Leaning back, he closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “For some people, sex is just sex. For other people, sex comes with a lot of emotions attached.”
Calvin seemed to sense that Winston needed a moment to gather his thoughts because he stayed dutifully silent next to him. When Winston continued, his voice was quiet and sad.
“I like Lucky, and I like being with Lucky. I like being his friend, and I like being his lover. And sometimes sex makes me sad because it reminds me that I can’t have Lucky how I want to have him because he likes things that I don’t. And I can’t give him all the things he needs. That’s why sex with Lucky makes me sad. It’s beautiful when it happens and tragic when it’s over.”
“What does Lucky want that you can’t give him? I might be able to find it for you.”
Calvin looked so earnest and eager to help that it crushed Winston’s soul to have to break it to him that this wasn’t something he could buy online to fix everything.
“Do you know what tops and bottoms are in relation to sex?”
“Yes. A top?—”
Winston cut him off. “Good. Well, I’m a bottom and Lucky will top, but he also likes to bottom. And topping isn’t something I do. He’s said he could live without it, but he shouldn’t have to make that kind of a compromise for me when there’s no way for me to make it equal for him.”
The impromptu sex followed by the therapy session slash interrogation had drained Winston of his energy. He wanted a soft bed and a long sleep and to forget that this day ever happened.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Calvin asked. It was probably just his programming kicking in, but the offer still warmed Winston.
“Probably not. Unfortunately.” Winston let out a bone-cracking yawn. He should have stayed in bed with Lucky and just let himself go to sleep, party or no party downstairs. “Sorry about the mess, by the way. You can leave it for now if you want to go to bed.”
Calvin smirked at him. “I don’t sleep.”
“Right. Right, of course.” Winston’s face heated, and he got to his feet. “Well, I’m going to bed. You can clean up or come to bed with me. It doesn’t matter.”
The way Calvin looked at him sometimes made Winston’s insides go all squirrely. He shouldn’t have conflicting feelings about a robot, but Calvin was so real to him that he sometimes forgot he wasn’t a flesh and blood person. Winston had to remind himself with increasing frequency that Calvin wasn’t some nifty little housemate that they’d taken in. That he was a whole ass artificial intelligence robot.
Calvin stood and followed Winston to the third floor, where Lucky was still sleeping. Winston ditched the pants and climbed into bed with him. He slid in next to Lucky and put his head on Lucky’s chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat soothed him until the lights dimmed and Calvin climbed into bed next to Winston. There was more than enough room on his bed for the three of them to spread out, but Calvin lay so close to Winston that he could almost feel their bodies touch. If Winston shifted back even the smallest amount, he’d be touching Calvin.
Winston still couldn’t sleep if Calvin was standing across the room in his charger. Ever since that first night when he’d told Calvin to get in bed with him, he’d woken up every morning after, tangled up in Calvin. He clung to Calvin for a few moments each morning before he was fully awake.
And in those moments, Winston found the kind of peace he’d never been able to find anywhere else. Calvin didn’t judge him. Couldn’t judge him, not the way people could. For a fewmoments each morning, life felt perfect and Winston felt soft and cared for and almost happy.
And then he’d wake up the rest of the way and reality would settle in.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN_
NICE BOYS SHARE THEIR TOYS
Winston woke slowly,keenly aware of the hard cock pressed against his ass and the familiar weight of Lucky draped around him. Lucky always gravitated to Winston when they slept in the same bed. When they’d first met, Lucky swore up and down that he wasn’t a cuddler, but then that first night happened and Winston woke with a frat-boy shaped octopus attached to him. Now, Lucky would say that Winston was the only one he cuddled with, and he chose to believe the comfortable lie.
