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“Data, touch me. Please,” Will whispers, eyes wide and wet. “Please.”
“I know that you can wait, Will,” Data soothes, kissing him softly as he continues rolling his hips into him, controlled and excruciatingly slow.
He leans in close, lips brushing his left ear.
“So needy…”
Will has no control over the whimper that escapes his lips, wondering if he’ll even need the physical contact he’s begging for. He fists the bedsheets that little bit tighter, his hands unrestrained. Data knows Will won’t touch unless he lets him. A quiet, breathy moan at the thought.
A noise comes from somewhere on the floor.
“Commander Riker, report to the bridge.”
Whining, Will turns his head, burying his face in the pillow. He feels Data shift above him. He has stopped his thrusts, but the weight sitting inside of him makes Will squirm.
Data produces Will’s commbadge, looking at him expectantly as he presses it.
Will pouts.
“Acknowledged.”
His voice is hoarse and broken. God.
Data ghosts his fingers along Will’s temple. “I suppose this will-“
“Mr. Data, report to the bridge.”
Data fishes his own commbadge out of their discarded pile of clothing.
“Aye sir.”
Perfect voice. Controlled. No indication that he’s not sitting at his desk researching cat food.
Data pulls out without warning, sliding off the bed and reaching for his uniform. Will gasps, wildly snatching at the air in front of him before successfully getting a hold on Data’s hand, eyes pleading.
“We must go, Commander.”
Inspecting the tunic in his other hand, Data pouts a little at the crease that has formed across it.
“Dataaa…” The sound is drawn out and shaky.
Data carefully pulls Will into a seated position, pushing softly at his thigh until he swivels to be sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Belay that order?” Will jokes.
Data kisses the corner of his mouth. “I think you know that I would if I could.” He trails his fingers down his neck, his chest, his stomach, and, featherlight, traces a line across his dick.
Will moans, right back where he was two minutes ago. He stands, too quickly, unsteady on his feet. Data grasps his hip, one handed, so much strength in that hand.
“I can’t go to the bridge like this, Data,” Will pleads, shrinking into himself so that he can be the one to look up at Data. Pliant for him.
Data’s thinking, his head moving around in that odd way, and Will grins at that.
He’s still grinning when he’s pushed, maybe a little too hard, into the wall.
“I do not believe one more minute will hurt,” Data says, his palm heavy against Will’s chest.
“One minute?” Will scoffs. “I think I can-“
He moans loud enough that he’s very glad he’s in a thick walled starship, collapsing further against the wall as Data drags his fist up his dick, embarrassingly swollen. He’s not sure if the liquid coating Data’s palm is lube or his own precum.
“God—“ he breathes out, his arms limp at his sides as Data jerks him, uncharacteristically fast and hard, and maybe one minute was an overestimate.
It was, it seems, as Will stutters out a moan, his hips weakly spasming, spilling out into Data’s hand and onto the floor, barely missing Data’s stupidly crumpled tunic.
Data relinquishes his touch, and Will groans quietly, too out of it to make any more noise than that.
“Data…”
Data kisses him, soft, but quick and chaste.
“Please put your uniform back on. I have also stored wipes for you,” Data says, gesturing to Will’s bedside, before turning and walking to the bathroom, having seemingly snapped back to being a Starfleet officer.
Will cleans himself and the floor shakily. Slowly pulls his slacks up, not quite conscious. Data and Deanna are two of the very small number of people that have left him this… spent.
Data returns, efficient in putting back on his own uniform, doing his best to smooth out the creases.
“Are you ready, sir?”
Will nods, an authoritative nod, the nod of a first officer, regaining some of his composure, and they leave his quarters.
Data stares straight forward in the turbolift, and Will wonders if he affects him at all. If he does anything close. He doesn’t like himself for having the thought, but that doesn’t stop it.
Data seemingly notices Will’s burning gaze and turns to him, threading his fingers through his hair to neaten the mess he created. Pausing, he drops his hands a little to cup Will’s face. His gaze thoughtful.
“I love you, Will.”
“Yeah?” Will manages to choke out. “You- you can… feel that?”
Maybe a stupid response.
“I believe so. I have researched what love is supposed to be like. There seem to be many opinions. But I have found that I see you in all of them.”
And Will won’t cry when he is two decks from the bridge, but he will say, “I love you too, Data.”
Data kisses him until the turbolift stops, ruining his own attempt to neaten Will’s hair. He drops his arms back to his side, standing still, eyes ahead as the doors open, but Will can see something in his eyes that makes him unable to stop the smile pulling at his lips as he watches Data take his seat and almost forgets to take his own.