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[ michael ]
For the first time in recent memory, I had a day off and I wanted nothing more than to be working.
My flat was too damn quiet. The space wasn’t large, not in comparison to the surrounding rooms in the mansion, but I liked it. It suited me. Today, though, it felt downright restrictive, leaving me to pace from room to room as I sought something, anything to do with myself while the Foundation put itself back together after our latest… adventure. My flat offered nothing except for the wind that hammered the windows, keeping me from venturing outside.
Dammit, of all times to have a work drought, this was the worst time possible. I had way too much on my mind after the disaster of the past few weeks. Though, ironically enough, our last mission was the reason that KITT and I had nothing to do. We’d rooted out the terrorist mole in our ranks before he’d succeeded in cutting FLAG’s funding, but it had been a close call. Too close. And go figure, the whole scare had put a bump in our organization’s workflow while we tried to patch the gaps in our security.
“You and KITT did well, but it will take some time for us to get back on our feet, my boy,” Devon had told me late yesterday, when I asked how things were holding up on his end. “For now, just get some rest. You’ve earned it.”
Right. Rest. Exactly what I wanted to fucking do right now, when my mind was still grasping desperately at anything to keep it busy. Anything to keep it from thinking about RedWall. Anything to not think about-
No, no. We were not thinking about him right now.
I snarled, spinning on my heel and lifting my wrist. “KITT,” I ground out, “when is this weather supposed to let up?” Not that I really needed to use the comlink anymore, I guess. Another thing that I was still trying to get used to.
Still, KITT responded as he always did, prompt and patient on the other end of the line. “The storm should blow through in the next twenty minutes, Michael,” he reported. “Why? Are we needed somewhere?”
I grimaced. “Nah, KITT. Not yet. Just-... itching to get out, I guess.”
He saw right through me. He always did, but I guess now it was just easier for me to tell that I wasn’t fooling him. “Perhaps a drive, when you’re ready?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s sounding pretty nice about now, pal.”
“Shall we plan on the coast?”
Despite myself, I grinned. “It’s a date.” Out of habit, I glanced towards the window, already knowing what I’d see outside. The California skies were overcast and angry, and while no rain had fallen, the wind that cut through the Foundation grounds was brutal. The oak tree that faced my window cowered in the face of the strong gusts, limbs bowing violently against the gray skies.
And yet there was KITT, standing quietly in the eye of the storm, even as leaves whipped his shell and branches skittered over his roof, shaken loose by the high winds. His scanner was switched off, and the fanciful part of me likened it to a person with his head bowed against the wind, tucking in on himself to endure the elements.
Why the hell he wasn’t waiting out the storm in his garage eluded me. No, wait - I knew exactly why. He was out there because he felt how tense I was.
Because of the link.
The little silicone chip in my arm had changed everything from the start. If not from the moment that KITT had implanted it in me as a means of keeping an eye on me, then certainly from the moment KARR had hooked onto it and used it like a damn shock collar, tethering me to his every command. I dunno if KARR messing with the implant that had shocked some sort of fault into the circuitry, or if the change had come in KITT when he’d been ripped inside out and stitched precariously back together. Either way, something had changed during that harrowing trip to the mountains, between fighting KARR and Joel and KITT and I fighting separately for our lives. But that didn’t mean that I’d been gung-ho about the changes - not right away, at least.
Not many people would’ve been thrilled to suddenly see into someone else’s mind, and have someone else peer into their’s.
To be fair, the two-way link was still new to both of us. Hell, it had only really been a few days since we really unlocked the full range of the implant’s abilities. Ever since that snowy night in Colorado, KITT had been able to peer into my mind in a way that made no logical sense at all. I, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to read jack shit from him. (Not through the link, at least. KITT was a bad enough liar that he couldn’t keep much from me, anyway.)
This past week had changed that. We’d worked damn hard to strengthen the link, for the sake of the mission. (Or that was the excuse we’d given ourselves, anyway.) Now… well. Now, I didn’t even have to be in the same room, and I could tell whether KITT was tired, or happy, or tense. I could tell if a poorly calibrated circuit was bothering him, even if I couldn’t tell you what the hell that circuit did. I could tell when he was thinking about me, like he was now.
Wait, was he?
I strained a bit as I tuned my attention into the link. The whispers from KITT were vague, as they had been this whole time, and I struggled to decipher them. Slowly, the murk between us cleared. KITT was alert, but idle. He was… waiting for something. Waiting for me? Or waiting for the storm to end? Maybe my grasp on his end of things wasn’t as good as I thought.
Dammit. All that work to get the link functional, and I still couldn’t get a clear read on my partner.
In a split second, I made a decision. I grabbed my jacket, shoved the door open, and bundled it around my shoulders as I made my way over to KITT. “Not the best weather for running laps,” I commented grimly, casting a glance over the leaves that the wind had left scattered over KITT’s roof. I reached out to brush some of them away, and heard KITT’s suspension creak in response. “But we’ll make it work, huh?”
KITT flicked his scanner back online, slashing it towards me in the gloom. “Running laps?” he echoed, puzzled. “I thought we were going to the coast.”
“Changed my mind. Track’s free, so I figured why not get a little testing done?” I swept a hand over his roof, clearing a twig that had gotten stuck in the seam of his T-top, before pulling the door open. “You up for that?”
“Might I ask what, exactly, we’re testing?”
“The link.” I punched in his ignition sequence with practiced ease, eyeing the darkened vox box. “Still got some kinks to work out, and I don’t wanna be doing that during a firefight.”
“I suppose not. So how do you intend to, as you put it, ‘work out the kinks’?”
“Couple easy laps. See how a good, hard drive feels.” I slotted him into gear and set his wheel towards the test track, and KITT swung his front end around obediently at my command. “Let’s see how far we can open it up. Test out what we can do, y’know?”
KITT didn’t say anything.
Lucky for us, the wind steadied as we crossed the estate grounds. It whispered through the trees now, rather than screaming the way it had before. Still, the tension that stiffened KITT’s suspension was mirrored in my own corded-up shoulders as we made our way to the track, and I forced out a breath. Your tension feeds off each other, a voice scolded in my head. Be his rock. God knows he’s been yours often enough.
I stopped KITT at the far end of the track and faced him down onto the empty stretch of pavement. The uneasy whistle of his engine only made the silence slightly more bearable. Really wished he would say something, but he didn’t. So I spoke instead. “Alright,” I said, my voice sounding oddly uncertain even to my own ears. “We ready?”
“Of course, Michael,” KITT said, and I almost believed him. But I felt the undercurrent of tension in his voice that matched mine, and blew out another breath. Tried not to think about relaxing, because if I thought too hard about it, I was never gonna let things flow the way they needed to.
Focus inside, said a voice in my head, and the memory of that voice in particular made my chest twist. I ignored the feeling, the temptation to think about him, and just obeyed. Slowly at first, then in a rush that threatened to sweep me off my feet, I felt everything.
I felt my hands on the wheel, the softened texture of the leather warming quickly under my palms. I felt the curve of his seat cradling the small of my back, the slight tension in my right calf as I held the brake steady. And, in whispers that were getting steadily stronger, I felt KITT gradually opening up to me.
Treads pressed restlessly against the grit of the pavement, mirroring the sole of my left boot pressed into his own floorboards. His suspension like a foreign limb in my own body, a steel muscle tensed and ready for direction. Turbines churned in my chest to match my own racing pulse. Sheer power permeated every line of his strong metal body, enough to nearly knock the breath out of my very human lungs. KITT was pure, deadly potential. And right now, every ounce of him was finely tuned to my command, blacking out any leftover distraction swirling in my mind.
KITT must’ve felt the same rush of assurance that I did, because the idle of his engine smoothed against my heartbeat.
The floodgates had opened.
It was impossible to say which one of us activated it, but the pursuit mode indicator lit crimson under his vox box. I never figured out if my foot moved on the accelerator or not, but my pulse quickened in time with that powerful turbojet that was suddenly straining against its mounts as we shot forward to the squeal of rubber.
The combined sensation of heat exploding under the hood and cold air shooting through intakes sent a chill down my spine. His front suspension coiled and released beneath us with the G-forces of our takeoff, sensations that were at once foreign and yet strangely familiar. I wondered if it had been just as odd for KITT to get used to human things, like breathing and walking. A whisper of weary exasperation in the back of my head confirmed it.
I was already familiar with the feeling of KITT being an extension of me. I’d thought I knew what it was like to move as one with him, communicating without words. But now? I didn’t just feel my foot on the pedals and the effect it had on my car. I felt the squeeze of the brake lines themselves as I dived into a sharp turn, the grip of calipers against pads and the odd weightlessness as his tires skipped pavement. I felt the pressure building in my chest as we came out of the turn and those turbines spooled faster, my blood rising as my own body tried to respond to the foreign signals.
And KITT felt it, too. He was lit up now, his circuitry buzzing with a combination of racing thrill, and my own adrenaline thrumming through his body. Maybe there was something running alongside the adrenaline, if I stopped to think about it, but I didn’t. Not yet.
I leaned a little heavier on the accelerator, my right hand finding his shifter to keep him in fourth, just to test us both. KITT’s RPMs shot skyward, and the feeling of his rev limiter kicking in was as bizarre as it was intoxicating. KITT pushed subtly against my command, questioning me, but I held him a few seconds longer. Let myself feel the strain of his engine, the way it felt like all the blood was rushing to my head, the pressure building within us both.
In the back of my mind, I registered that the sensation was as intoxicating to my partner as it was to me. He chased it like a hound on a scent, fixated entirely on what I was going to ask of him next.
I filed that tidbit away for later. For now, I let go of his shifter and gave KITT his head. He almost mourned the loss of pressure but found a new gear regardless, fresh power coursing through his body and into mine, carrying us to the end of the track until I was forced to find the brake again, both of us nearly quivering with something between exhaustion and thrill.
Maybe there was more to this link than met the eye.
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We made a few more loops around the track before calling it quits. In that time, evening had darkened the California landscape, and KITT’s scanner bathed the garage in crimson glow as he nudged the door open for us. Belatedly, I realized that neither of us had activated the lowlights on our drive over, and that I hadn’t really missed them, despite the growing darkness making visibility considerably more difficult.
Once KITT was settled in his bay, I slotted him into park, cycled his keys to the left, and felt the big turbojet beneath me idle down. Quiet swept through the building, and I let out a breath. Neither KITT nor I had spoken since stepping foot - er, tire - off the test track. Until now, I hadn’t felt like we really needed to.
But sitting there, the dark and the quiet suddenly all consuming, I felt the unease creeping back into my partner’s chassis. There was still something on his mind, and I had a feeling I knew what it was.
So I pulled myself out of his cab, closed the door gently behind me, and leaned back on his fender, my palms flat against his frame. I felt his energy shift under me, so I spoke before he could. “You okay?” I asked.
KITT swished his scanner, and there was a beat of quiet before he replied. I knew he was weighing his words, maybe trying to understand them himself before he spoke them into existence. “Michael, I want to apologize,” he finally said.
That wasn’t what I’d been expecting. My brow furrowed, and I inclined my head towards his windshield. “For what, KITT?”
“For uncovering those documents on our last… mission.” I sucked in a breath. Nonetheless, KITT continued. “It wasn’t my place to bring it up. I should have stayed out of it, and I’m sorry that-”
“KITT, KITT - KITT.” I didn’t know what else to say, so I just shook my head and swiveled to face him, planting my hands flat on his hood. His scanner dimmed submissively beneath me, and I dunno why, but that broke my heart a little. “You got nothing to apologize for, okay?”
He didn’t listen, because of course he didn’t. “My actions caused you pain.” His words were simple, matter-of-fact. But the tone didn’t fool me. “For that, I am sorry.”
Goddammit. I pulled a hand through my curls, grounding myself with the tug of my hair against my fingers. I think it grounded KITT, too, because the link was still pretty wide open from our run, and I felt him edge closer inside. Half-seriously, I wondered if the link would let me grab him by the metaphorical shoulders and shake him ‘till he understood that no, I wasn’t mad at him, and yes, he’d done the right thing.
Even if it had been painful. For everybody involved.
I hauled in a breath. Considered my options. Then I did what any self-respecting adult would do during a heart to heart with his (partner, lover, soulmate) car. I pushed away from him, grabbed the beanbag chair I kept stashed in the corner of the garage, and dropped it in front of my supercar’s nose. Then I dropped myself into the chair, face-to-face with his scanner and looked him in the eye (…so to speak).
“The last mission happened, and there’s nothing we can do about it,” I said. “You saved my ass. Saved both of us, because it was you who was gonna get hurt if we didn’t do something. And, KITT… you know what that'd do to me. You gotta know that by now, c’mon.”
He considered this. The nervous whoosh of his scanner filled the space between us for a long moment, and I wished I could forcibly draw the anxiety out of him. “And if I still wish things had been different?” he finally said.
“Then I'd tell you to let that shit go.” I leaned forward, elbows braced on my knees, and brushed my fingertip along his prow. Tracking the pace of his scanner, but just a step behind. Coaxing the light slower, steadier. Calmer. “We got better things to think about, huh?”
It worked. Though my hand was nowhere near the actual lens, KITT’s scanner gradually pulled back from its worried pace. The brightest LED in his array slowly locked onto the pattern I set, and matched it. Like magic, I felt him relax into the slower rhythm. “Such as?” he asked quietly.
“Well, we had a hell of a run out there.” I leaned forward but kept up the pattern, drawing him deeper and deeper into that relaxed state until it became almost trancelike. To be honest, I was getting a little lost in it myself. “Felt pretty good, didn’t it?”
“That it did,” KITT admitted.
“Good.” I shifted into a more comfortable position, flattening my hand on his prow now that I was satisfied that he was calm. My thumbs drew idle little circles over his fascia now. “We got that outta this mission, too. I dunno about you, but it felt pretty damn good on my end.”
“Likewise, Michael. Likewise.”
I smiled and settled back, dropping my hand to my side again to the slight annoyance of my supercar. He pushed forward on his parking pawl, asking for - no, demanding more attention, I thought with a grin. Needy bastard.
The beauty of a beanbag chair was that it was moldable, letting me adjust my posture to whatever was needed. Today, that meant sinking low, turning my body to the side, and tucking my legs well out of the way. I inclined my head to invite him closer, and almost immediately, I had a lap full of Trans Am.
KITT pressed his nose into my chest as I fit myself against his front end. I readjusted the chair so that it supported my weight more comfortably, letting me drape an arm over his sleek black hood with the other hooked under his grille. In one of my more fanciful trains of thought, I wished I could fit all of him in my arms. I’d wrap him up and hide him from the world if I could.
Luckily, KITT felt the intention. His suspension sighed as he settled into the small circles I continued to draw under his splitter with the pads of my fingers, and of all things, that’s what got me to relax, too. I leaned sideways, rested my temple against his prow. KITT settled close in the mental space between us, and a sense of peace washed over us. Safety. Warmth.
I didn’t really think about what I was doing, then. Just followed my body’s lead as I tilted my head, let my eyes close, pressed a kiss against the lens of his scanner, and- whoa.
I’d almost forgotten that the link went both ways now.
The sensation wasn’t quite like anything I’d ever experienced. The best I could liken it to was - well, it was a combination of different things. A gentle massage that hit just the right heavenly spot. The softest pressure to the vulnerable underside of a throat or jaw. And, under it all, that familiar deep stir that came from a more intimate touch. I exhaled sharply (again, without thinking), and even the effect of my breath against his scanner - holy shit. I could see why he liked pressure there.
KITT’s energy had shifted, suddenly paying way more attention to the way I was lying against him. I froze, keenly aware that I was being watched. I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “Hey, KITT,” I said, surprising even myself with the suddenly husky range of my voice. “What’s this link feel like in, uh… other situations?”
A thrum of amusement passed through KITT’s frame. “Like nothing you’ve ever felt before,” was all he said, but his voice had changed. Registered lower now, like mine did, except he was all midnight and black silk. When I hesitated, too distracted by the heat that curled low in my own body at his voice, KITT pressed gently on. “Would you like to find out?”
The answer to his question, of course, was a resounding ‘fuck yes’. But first, I had to ask. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I do. But it’s okay if you don’t, partner. I know this week has been… somethin’ else.”
He hummed in response, pretending to think it over. “On the contrary,” he finally said, in a voice that was both thoughtful and decisive all at once. “Now is an excellent time for this.”
“You sure, pal?” I dunno why I asked. I knew he wanted this just as much as I did. I could feel it. “Even with what we know about RedWall now? They could-”
KITT sat back on his suspension, and I stopped short at the loss of contact. But then he angled his splitter and pressed into the inside of my right thigh, the one that was still angled skyward. And just fucking end me because he pushed down and forward ever so gently, effectively rolling me onto my back and pinning me under his steady, solid frame, depressing my weight against the cushion with my legs splayed around his front. I made no move to stop him or twist away.
“I think,” KITT started, all serene patience with just a hint of steel under his words that had me suddenly very aware of the seam of my jeans, “that I prefer this method of syncing the link to running laps. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Oh, fuck me.
“Hm. That is rather the end goal, isn’t it?” KITT drawled, and how did his damn voice still sound like crushed velvet when he made it all drawn out and exasperated? “Though I wouldn’t have been quite so crass.”
It took a second for my already-frazzled mind to catch up, because oh right. He could literally read my mind. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you too, huh? ” I retorted fondly, and my hand went to his scanner. Just to make sure he knew I didn’t mean it.
A low hum vibrated through his frame as my fingers found the bezel, and we both shivered. “I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Knight,” KITT murmured in that low, silky voice, and goddammit, if I wasn’t hard before I sure as hell was now.
He felt it, too. How could he not, with his underbelly pressed flush against mine as it was? And he liked it, if the way he leaned against me was anything to go by. Right against the pressure building under my jeans. Fuck.
Two could play this game. My fingers curled deeper into that bezel, drawing another shudder from him. I didn’t touch his LEDs, though. Not yet. Instead, I found the inner lip of the seam and ran my finger pads down the length of it, only ghosting my knuckles along the scanner surface itself. Past the heavy drumming in my ears, I heard (felt?) his drives kick on somewhere deep behind that scanner, clicking and whirring in rapidfire succession.
Not that I blamed him. The echoes of that touch felt - shit, they felt downright tantalizing.
I was getting other echoes of feeling from him too, I realized. I felt my pulse hammering against him though my thigh pressed against his fascia, except I was feeling it through KITT. That might’ve weirded me out if not for the way KITT let himself soak in the feeling, getting progressively more lost in the combination of my touch, and my heartbeat, and every little way my body moved when it was pressed all close against him.
That feeling went further than lust. It had a name that I couldn’t pin down right now, not with my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wake of KITT’s body on mine. Didn’t matter anyway. The only thing that mattered right now was him, the way he was getting almost dizzy with want, so wrapped up in us that he was practically drowning in my every move. And I wanted to give him more. Fuck, I would give him the whole damn world if only he asked for it.
My fingertip found home on the edge of the scanner lens, and received a rush of heat from him in response. KITT staved off the click of his starter, like the way I had to choke back a groan as I worked my finger slowly down that lens, feeling the deep ripples of pleasure that spiked across his circuitry. My abs drew taut as I involuntarily hitched my hips into him, my knee finding purchase against his subframe. He leaned into me, and his body weight pressed down right where the deep ache between my legs had become almost painful, and if I didn’t get these damn jeans off-
KITT must have felt it, because he pulled back to allow me space, but he did so in the most tortuous possible way. He dragged his front end lightly over my stomach as he moved backwards, toying with the way my shirt caught on his splitter and tugged it aside to expose my midriff. I bit back a noise high in my throat that I wasn’t going to be proud of, and the second KITT slid free, I was fighting with that damn zipper.
“Michael,” KITT reminded me as I pulled the zipper loose, finally relieving some of that aching pressure. “Jacket.”
Oh. Right. That’s why I was already on the edge of overheating, the air on my sweat-slicked chest especially cool as I moved. I knew what KITT was really after, though. I rolled my shoulders slowly, working them free of my jacket, and felt KITT’s focus zero in on the tight coil of my muscles. So what if I put on a little extra show for him in rolling the heavy leather loose? KITT liked it. No, he loved it, tuned intently into the feel of my delts and upper back flexing, and maybe I encouraged it by dragging a hand slowly over my left shoulder, fingers catching under the hem of my shirt as I pushed the jacket free. On the other side of the link, KITT went a little weak.
“Easy, pal,” I said, hearing the mischief in my own voice as I finally worked the jacket free. For good measure, I pulled my shirt off too, rolling my abs and shoulders as I exposed myself to him fully. Then I leaned back and tossed my clothes aside, making a point to brush the back of my flexed shoulders against his fascia. KITT’s starter gave a weak half-click - unintentional, I’m sure - but he staved it off. “Haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, huh?”
“Hmph. Easy for you to say,” KITT muttered, and the sulky little huff to his voice made me want to laugh and kiss him quiet and draw out more of those noises from him all at the same time.
I settled for snickering and leaning into him. “Shut up, KITT,” I said, softening the words with a nuzzle against the scanner as my finger drew a feather-light line down the lens. He melted again, the brightest pinpoint of light following the pad of my finger, and then I took hold of myself with my other hand and both of us went a little lightheaded.
There was a gap between his fog lights and bumper. It wasn’t ideal - as perfect as KITT was, there was one thing he hadn’t been designed for. But we’d made it work before, because I knew every one of his buttons, just as he knew mine. And I knew that any part of KITT that existed in a seam, where the plating was hidden from casual touch, was bound to be sensitive. The back of that recessed fog light definitely counted.
But eyeing that seam as I was, I didn’t tease him there yet. Not with my dick, anyway. I shifted to nuzzle my face against it instead, just to make my intentions clear, and otherwise focused on stroking myself. Partially so he could watch (I knew he liked that, made him lose any semblance of focus he had left), and partially to gauge just how much he could feel through my own touch without even laying a hand on him.
The answer? A fucking lot. “Oh, Michael,” KITT said, damn near reverent, and he pressed into my thigh as I worked over myself, my palm finding just the right amount of pressure before it edged into the territory of pain. “Please-“
I grinned through a sharp exhale, moisture blurring the glass where my cheek was pressed against him. “Alright,” I said, pulling my upper body from his and planted my weight into my knees. Angled my hips just right. Then I rolled my shoulders as I reached down and trailed a finger under his splitter, as though to draw him closer. “You ready, babe?”
That got KITT’s attention, bringing him back into sharp focus through the distracted haze he’d let himself slip into. I’d done something he liked, even though I wasn’t entirely sure what the hell it was, because I was already at the point where coherent thought eluded me.
Still, he gathered himself enough to consider my request, while I considered actually begging him, because if I didn’t get inside him now I didn’t know what I’d do. Finally, he took the bait. KITT rolled forward to chase my touch, coincidentally bringing himself perfectly level with my cock. He lifted his suspension, and moved the point of his prow between my legs, pressing up into the underside of my length. I inhaled sharply. His touch was so light, that when he dragged his nose ever so gently down the underside of it, my weight almost buckled under me. Fuck.
“Mr. Knight,” KITT said breathlessly, “I am all yours.”
So much for building slow.
I centered my weight firmly over him, reaching up to curl my hand against the edge of his hood scoop and lay my body flush against his, earning another shudder. There. Just the perfect angle to push my hips forward and nudge the opening of that fog light, pressing my dick between my hand and the welcoming curve of his frame.
I felt him restrain from leaning too far forward, shamelessly eager to feel me, and a corresponding wave of heat seared through my own body. But I forced a lungful of cool air and moved my hips slow despite the desperate need pooling low in my stomach, pushing myself through my hand and into him, slow and deliberate. And then - and then my hips bucked without my permission and I struck home right at the back of that seam and KITT whimpered under me, and it was the most beautiful fucking sound I’d ever heard.
It was kinda bizarre, getting the looped feelings of my bare skin catching the friction of KITT’s satin-smooth shell as I rocked back out, the pressure setting my nerves on fire, and the electric spike of KITT’s circuitry lighting with heat in response. I exhaled sharply and pressed my cheek into his hood, my free hand dropping to find his scanner bezel again, wanting to give him more.
And when my finger found home on the lens, that’s when KITT’s control finally slipped. His engine shuddered to life with a roar, turbines straining against their mounts where they twisted inside him. And I gasped, because I felt them twisting inside me, just like I had on the test track, but suddenly with much greater intensity. It was alien. It was intoxicating. Fuck, I wanted more.
My fingers curled into his scanner lens, and KITT’s engine surged as I rocked back into him, and holy shit those vibrations lit me up inside in more ways than one. KITT’s mechanical heart sang in time with my human one as pleasure crested between my legs and blazed through the rest of my body, nerves coming alive. I forced myself to back down, because I didn't want it to be over yet, wanted to make this last as long as I fucking could. This was heaven. He was heaven.
We found our pace, KITT’s treads hissing against the garage floor as he rocked in time with my thrusts, reading me and giving me exactly what I needed. Like he always did. God, he was perfect. “KITT,” I gasped, nearly folding in on myself as he let his RPMs spike in time with my next stroke. The way his engine heaved inside my chest complimented the vibration between my legs in the best possible way. “Fuck, KITT- yes, baby, that’s it. You’re doing good.”
Somewhere in there, KITT stuttered. Missed his stroke and nearly fell off the pace we’d just set. Confused, I blinked, twisting my head to eye him. Slowed my own pace, just in case. “KITT?” I asked, registering the breathy note to my own voice. “You okay?”
“I- yes, Michael,” KITT said, and I almost laughed at the way he floundered. “Just - you’ve never called me that before.”
I was way past the point of organized thought, and I knew my brows had dropped low over my eyes as I tried to figure out what the fuck I had said that he’d apparently liked so much. Then-
Ah-ha.
“Oh, we can change that.” I grinned, flexing my shoulders as I lifted myself slightly upright, rolling my abs over his fascia. “We’re not done yet, though. Keep working for me, baby.”
A low-pitched, needy whine tore from KITT as I spoke, which did all sorts of things to my heart and my dick. The sound might’ve been my name, but its’ meaning was lost as he nudged harder, more desperately into my hips, drawing a sharp exhale from my throat. Even through the sex-fogged maze of my mind, I committed this new discovery firmly to memory. KITT really liked sweet talk - as if that should’ve come as any fucking surprise.
The pace we came back to started out slow, but grew steadily rougher, more intense. We matched each other perfectly with every stroke. I wanted to appreciate the glow of KITT’s dash on the roof of his interior, indicator lights flickering and flaring in time with the surge of his circuitry, but I was losing what little ability to focus I had left. Coherent thought left me; I gasped as KITT took me again with a deep rev, the vibration of his engine setting every nerve on edge. And, to make things that much hotter, I knew that KITT felt every single second of what I did, too. I felt his circuitry burn inside my own body, growing frantic with pleasure. He said my name, and I reveled in the ruined sound of his voice.
His pleasure tangled with mine as it mounted, until it was hard to tell where I ended and he began. All I knew was us, the blissful fucking friction between my legs and CPUs overwhelmed with sensation to the point of crashing, and fuck me if I knew which feeling belonged to me and which didn’t. KITT’s next stroke was borderline aggressive, leaving an ache blossoming over my left hip. I reveled in it, even though I knew what a few more pounds of pressure could’ve done to fragile human bone. Primary directive or not, KITT was dangerous like this, his powerful body all strung out and needy, barely in control of himself. But that was okay, because I wanted those bruises later. Wanted to touch them and remember that KITT had put them there.
But more than that, I wanted to see him come undone. So I leaned over him, pressed my thumb into his scanner and whispered my permission. “C’mon, baby. For me, now.”
KITT broke.
His engine screamed, torquing in its bay and under my ribs. His scanner froze, lit end to end and shockingly bright as circuits overloaded with electricity, whiting out the rest of the world. Something inside us surged, then snapped, and KITT chased every single wave of that charge.
Fuck, my own body wasn’t gonna be far behind. Not with KITT’s climax tearing through me as it was. I managed one more thrust through my hand, pushing deep into him as I focused on feeling the echoes of KITT’s pleasure inside me, and that was it.
I cried out and came into him, curling over his broad hood as I hitched my leg around his front end. My world swam. Even KITT’s presence was overshadowed by the white heat that pulsed through my body. That moment could’ve lasted for ages, or it could’ve been mere seconds. And then it was done.
I gasped and leaned into KITT’s broad hood as we both came back down, taking a moment to let our senses recover. As I started regaining my faculties, I became aware first of KITT’s engine gradually spooling down as his systems spun themselves back to normal, his shell still hot to the touch and quivering with the last tremors of that overload. Goddamn. That had been a hell of a finish.
Nonetheless, a sloppy grin slanted across my face, and I pressed my cheek into his hood. “You alright, pal?” I murmured, though I could feel the answer before I even asked it.
“More than alright.” And shit if the hazy, fully content lilt to his voice didn’t make my stomach do a little flip. Because nobody else got to see him like this, fans purring from the residual heat under his hood and scanner giving off a languid glow, all fucked-out and pleased with himself and still focused solely on me.
Still, I felt a wash of concern from him as his scanner picked up the pace just slightly. “What about you?” he asked. “You’re bruised. Did I-?”
“I’m okay, KITT.” I swept a hand over his hood to calm him. “Comes with the territory. Believe me, I don’t mind.”
KITT pondered this. He’d never quite understand why I allowed myself into harm’s way like that - even invited it, sometimes - but he accepted it. His scanner slowed again, and he inched his front end forward, pressing gently against my stomach as though in apology. I was still too drained to get up, so I let him, curling my aching body over his fascia to catch my breath. Post-sex cuddling, after all, was one of KITT’s favorite parts of all this. Which made a lot of sense now that I could peer directly into his head.
For some reason, the thought made something click for me. In a rush of understanding, I identified the lust-adjacent feeling I’d gotten from KITT on and off all night, and I felt incredibly stupid for not getting it earlier. Sure, lust had been part of the equation, because sex made him feel good (obviously). But it wasn’t the act itself that he’d really been after tonight. It was the closeness. We could've spent the night doing anything, and as long as I was touching him, talking with him, close to him, he’d be just as happy.
Well, maybe not just as happy. Not as blissfully wrecked as he was right now. But it didn’t matter, because what I’d been feeling all night was love. For the first time, I felt just how much KITT loved me, and it was damn near all consuming. I was his whole world, held in a place far more tender and precious than anything else in his life. And hell, if the sudden ache in my chest was anything to go by, the feeling was mutual.
Feeling a little stupid (and maybe a little vulnerable), I took a slow breath and focused inward, on my own feelings towards KITT. Hoping that he could feel my heart, the same way I felt his.
KITT paused, sensing my sudden distraction, and I felt him follow my line of thought. A heartbeat passed. And then his scanner quickened under me and I felt warmth blossoming from splitter to diffuser, flooding every circuit. (Well. The circuits that were still functional, anyway.) He understood.
I smiled against him and closed my eyes, allowing my body to relax and my mind to sink into the warmth between us. KITT’s scanner hummed softly as he did the same.
There was no telling how long we basked in that feeling for, but we stayed there until goosebumps started spiking on my bare skin, where I wasn’t directly laying against the warmth of his hood. Even then, I didn’t want to move. Not till KITT finally broke the comfortable silence between us.
“There’s a blanket behind your chair, Michael,” KITT reminded me softly. Moving still sounded like a terrible idea, but I was getting cold, so I shifted to grab it. Grabbed a shop towel nearby while I was at it, because I might as well clean us both up now. Once I settled down with him for the night, there would be no getting back up.
“Front seat, or hood?” I called to KITT as I tossed the rag and reached over to grab the blanket.
“I believe you’ll be warmer inside.” KITT’s door whirred gently as he popped it open for me, and I accepted the invitation.
His cab was, indeed, much cozier than the cool, slightly damp air of the garage. I threw the blanket around my bare shoulders as he closed the door behind me, wrapping me up in a darkness that was broken only by the soft glow of his dash lights. “Anything we gotta worry about aside from the usual?”
A series of lights flickered as KITT ran a quick diagnostic. “Minimal shortages in my tertiary and periphery circuits,” he reported. A slightly embarrassed note entered his voice. “And, ah, my alpha circuit.”
I snickered. “Big surprise there.” I settled down, curling against his seat and feeling him warm under me as he nudged the seat heaters into action. “We’ll figure it out in the morning, huh?”
“I suppose we’ll have to.” I heard his drives clicking softly behind his hood, and the muted swish of his scanner outside the car. “Michael?”
“Yeah, KITT?”
“I’m glad the link goes both ways now.”
I smiled. Untucked an arm from my blanket to pass it affectionately over his steering yoke. “Me too, buddy.” Then, because I couldn’t resist, “Even though it means I can tell just how much of a softie you are now.”
“Hmph.” KITT slashed his scanner. “Need I remind you that you returned the sentiment?”
“Eh. Nothin’ we didn’t know already, huh?”
“I’d like to think so. Now, would you please go to sleep?”
I grinned against his plush seat, because I could tell what he wanted. He was getting impatient with talking because it impeded on the peace and quiet that allowed him to fully appreciate the moment, because all he wanted to do was focus on holding me, dammit. It was sappy, it was clichè, and it was kinda adorable.
Except as I was settling in for the night, face snuggled into the seatback, something else drifted into my mind from him. I almost sat up. “Wait a minute. You just like this part cause it means I’m still and quiet and can’t get into trouble, don’t you?”
KITT hummed. “Perish the thought.”
“Oh, that’s definitely a yes.”
“Michael, did you miss the part about being still and quiet?”
“Yeah yeah. Shut up, KITT.”
“I love you, too, Michael.”
I didn’t answer. Not at first. Just grinned (it was a goofy, stupid grin and I knew it; his sappiness must be getting to me), nuzzled back into him, and closed my eyes. And I allowed every soft, sappy emotion I had towards KITT to color my next words.
“I love you more, pal. I love you more.”