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“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…”
The crowd roared, bodies swaying together as Thomas began singing. The vocoder line swam up through the texture of the music, subtly at first. Gradually, Thomas began looping the melodies at his keyboard, adding more lyrics to intensify the sound. “Everybody dancing on the floor…getting ready for more and more…”
Soon the layered vocals became a huge wave, ready to crest over and crash into a frothy foam. Thomas had played hundreds of shows in his life as Daft Punk, and he never got tired of the energy buildup. He loved creating that sense of anticipation as the crowd waited to catch the beat drop. He goaded on their cheering, pushing off the release of energy for as long as he could, working the audience into a frenzy.
He sang a particularly high note, his head tipping to the side, craving the reaction from the crowd. “Everybody on the floor…”
Praises erupted from below the stage. His silver-plated fingers flew across the keyboard, managing the looping vocals and effects of their performance. On this tall stage, mounted higher up than the rest of the band, Thomas felt invincible.
He couldn’t help but move, swinging his hips to the thudding beat. He didn’t have the presence of mind to worry about how he looked, or if his singing movements were smooth. Thomas just let the music take over all of his faculties. He rode the wave of sound, excitement coursing through his body through wired electronic signals. In a moment of adrenaline, Thomas took a hand off of the keys to grab the microphone as his voice ascended above the mix. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”
Attention shifted back to the band as his singing solo concluded. Thomas continued mixing the other instruments, careful to make sure the bass didn’t overwhelm Pharrell’s vocals. Below him, he could see their adoring fans jumping in time, and the joy was infectious. Thomas rolled his body to the beat and tipped his chin up, letting the music engulf him.
It wasn’t for a few more beats that he realized he was being intensely watched.
Guy-Manuel’s helmet was aimed directly at Thomas, the blank visor somehow carrying intense emotion. Thomas had been with his partner for long enough to know what that look meant.
Teasingly, he continued dancing along to their music. He made sure to gyrate his hips a little extra, now eyeing Guy-Manuel for a reaction.
The gold robot tilted his head down just a bit, leering at Thomas from his place on the lower step of the stage. His fingers smoothly navigated the bass guitar, thumping out the rhythm that Thomas had been swaying to. Thomas felt a heady rush at his partner’s possessiveness.
He continued to dance as Guy-Manuel added some embellishments to the bassline. They were subtle, just like the gold robot, who had always preferred to let Thomas have the spotlight in public. Thomas heard the crowd start to sing along with Pharrell, but he was too distracted to notice.
Guy-Manuel had started to move more, hips thrusting forward against his guitar. He let his head rock to the groove, lights glimmering off of his helmet. He glided across the fretboard of the bass with practiced ease. His fingers were ever graceful, and Thomas had to force himself not to dwell on thoughts of Guy-Manuel touching him like that. The cut of his tuxedo perfectly highlighted his body, throwing small beads of light across the stage.
An innocent onlooker could have written the movement off as simple dancing, but Thomas knew better than that. Despite being in a room full of people, the only ones they danced for were each other. Thomas tapped his foot a little harder, determined to give Guy-Manuel a good show.
“Lose yourself to dance!”
Thomas let his head roll from side to side, occasionally jumping back into the mix with his own singing. Fans around his side of the stage cheered him on, excited to hear his voice again, and Thomas had to focus extra processing power on singing. The feeling of Guy-Manuel watching him was causing his system to overheat a bit, which easily made for warbling and cracking in his voice.
A cheeky slide from the bass made Thomas look back over. Guy-Manuel was grooving his shoulders to the beat, making his improvised additions to the bassline more obvious. People in the crowd went crazy, and Thomas could hear Nile respond with his own embellishment to the guitar part. Thomas slowed his movements a bit to send more power to controlling his vocoder. The excitement in the room was crackling, and Thomas had to just hang on a bit longer.
Four tantalizing counts later, the song came to a conclusion. Thomas was exhilarated at the final release of all the energy that had built up. Fans went wild, jumping and shouting for more, and he almost wanted to stay and give it to them.
He looked up and saw Guy-Manuel already tugging off his bass, waving to the crowd before beelining offstage. Thomas chuckled to himself. No encore tonight, then.
He gave his own waves and air kisses before following Pharrell and Nile off the stage. The two other musicians were buzzing from the performance, and Thomas gave them fist bumps and slaps on the back. They’d played exceptionally well and he couldn’t wait to perform more with the duo. However, Thomas also knew he couldn’t keep his partner waiting much longer. Excusing himself, he retreated to their shared green room backstage, barely containing himself from running.
Thomas knocked before entering, just in case. “Guy-Man? I’m back-”
Hands grabbed the front of his tuxedo jacket, yanking him into the room. The door was kicked shut behind him, and Thomas was then slammed against it, his helmet clanking against the heavy material. He yelped, but the sound quickly turned to a whine as Guy-Manuel grabbed a handful of wires at the nape of his neck.
“You looked stunning out there,” the shorter robot rumbled. “Were you doing all that just for me?”
Thomas couldn’t form words with Guy-Manuel’s fingers up the back of his helmet. His fingers scrabbled at the door behind him, trying to hold himself up through the sudden waves of pleasure. He continued letting out helpless gibberish as his wires were tugged and twisted. Guy-Manuel’s fingers soon worked closer to the sensitive ports where the wires entered Thomas’ motherboard, and he let out a shout.
Guy-Manuel chuckled, relenting a little to let Thomas catch his breath. “I bet you loved everyone watching you move like that. You always loved the attention.”
“I-It was for y-you…” Thomas weakly replied, reaching out to pull Guy-Manuel’s body closer. With their chests pressed together, Thomas traced his fingers over Guy-Manuel’s shoulders and tugged a little at his tie. “Y-you were…amazing…”
Guy-Manuel just hummed and started undressing the both of them. First went their glittery suit jackets, quickly followed by their ties and button-down shirts. Thomas watched Guy-Manuel’s fingers undo the buttons and could not hold back a moan, thinking again about what those skilled hands could do.
“Hm, someone’s eager?” teased Guy-Manuel. Thomas couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. He simply grabbed at the gold hands and hoped his partner would understand what he wanted.
Guy-Manuel wasted no time in tracing over the empty ports at Thomas’ sides. They weren’t as sensitive as the ones near his helmet, but Thomas still writhed in pleasure. His own hands lightly traced Guy-Manuel’s hips, pulling at his belt buckle. Leather slid against fabric with a quiet hiss, and Thomas added the belt to the growing pile of clothes.
Guy-Manuel kept up his assault on Thomas’ ports, moving to find the openings along his triceps. Thomas tried to keep his noises to a minimum, wanting to keep some semblance of suaveness, but Guy-Manuel could tell he was holding back. He pushed harder against the open ports and all but growled, “Sing for me, Thomas…”
Thomas sang, indeed, shuddering violently at the pressure on his arms. He hid so much from the world, but nothing could be hidden from his partner, not after so many years together. With trembling hands, Thomas pushed down Guy-Manuel’s dress pants to trace at the ports along his hips.
He kept his touch feather-light, knowing how it drove the gold robot crazy. Guy-Manuel let out a grinding, metallic groan, falling into Thomas’ chest. His hips pressed into Thomas, struggling for more pressure, but Thomas continued teasing. Guy-Manuel was clutching Thomas’ arms still, but the rhythm of his massaging became choppier as his system struggled to keep up.
“T-Thomas…nngh…” He buried his black visor into Thomas’ shoulder.
Thomas finally relented, choosing to press more into one port while continuing the light touches along the others. It wasn’t big enough for him to slide a finger into, so he dug in around the rim, circling the small hole. Guy-Manuel cried out in ecstasy, hands scratching at Thomas’ shoulders and back, knuckles knocking into the greenroom door. Thomas was whining too, becoming more aroused at the sight of Guy-Manuel falling apart.
As Thomas continued pleasuring Guy-Manuel from the hips, he felt the shorter robot’s hands shakily make their way back up towards his neck. Thomas keened in anticipation. “G-Guy-Man…please…”
Guy-Manuel needed no further encouragement. He found the wires at the base of Thomas’ neck, rolling them between his dexterous fingers. He was gentler than before, taking his time fondling each wire one at a time.
The movement was so sensual, Thomas felt like he was on the verge of shorting out. It took all of his processing power to keep his trembling fingers at Guy-Manuel’s sensitive ports, circling and pushing. He could tell it was affecting Guy-Manuel by the sounds coming from his synthesizer, and the way his body was heavily leaning on Thomas.
Still, Guy-Manuel had always liked being in control, and soon he started pulling more on Thomas’ wiring. Those sensitive cords were Thomas’ absolute weak spot, and no matter how many times Guy-Manuel pleasured him, he’d always become a whining mess.
“A-ah…mm…”
Thomas kept up the symphony of sounds for his partner. He could feel his knees shaking; it was a wonder he was still upright. Guy-Manuel sharply yanked, and Thomas saw white at the corners of his vision. “Guy-Man! Ah..!”
Guy-Manuel twisted a wire where it entered Thomas’ helmet. “You’re perfect…so beautiful…and all mine…”
Thomas could hardly process what was being said, a steady stream of moans leaving his voice synthesizer. He felt his body starting to jolt with extra electricity as his system went into overdrive. Reaching up, Thomas fumbled at the nape of Guy-Manuel’s neck, taking a handful of the precious wiring. He knew the shorter robot liked it rough, and gave a sharp yank.
Guy-Manuel loudly moaned, his helmet falling back. Thomas could see his visor was glitching at the edges, the rainbow lights there flashing erratically. He pulled and twisted, listening to his partner’s beautiful sounds. “T-Thomas…”
In return, Guy-Manuel shoved up the back of Thomas’ helmet, now caressing his wiring with both hands. It was the final push that had Thomas’ system nearly smoking with overuse. Vaguely, Thomas could hear static, and started to shake as a system reboot came over him. His vision whited out, and he felt his partner shuddering against him, experiencing his own euphoria. It wasn’t long before both robots powered down in their upright positions, a calm quiet settling over the room.
After a few minutes, Thomas came into consciousness again, visor blinking to life. He groaned and glanced down where Guy-Manuel was still in rest mode.
The taller robot chuckled to himself. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable…”
Even though Guy-Manuel enjoyed being possessive, Thomas liked to coddle him when he could. Easily lifting his partner into a tender embrace, Thomas carried Guy-Manuel to the small couch. He laid Guy-Manuel down and starting picking up their clothes from the floor.
Not long after, Thomas heard the whirring of the gold robot’s system powering back on. He was bent over, trying to figure out who’s shirt was who’s, when he heard a tired attempt at a catcall whistle.
“Lookin’ good over there…” Guy-Manuel muttered, his voice synthesizer hoarse.
Thomas laughed and turned to watch Guy-Manuel sit up. They just gazed at each other for a while, not speaking but communicating all the same. Thomas found it funny that their systems would get so tired after intimacy; it was a coincidentally human experience. The wires at the back of his head were still sensitive, and he was sure Guy-Manuel would feel soreness around his hips. It was Thomas’ favorite part of making love: the evidence of it left behind, long after the act had been completed.
Finally, he came back to his senses in the present and moved to sit with Guy-Manuel. Thomas wasn’t sure how much time had passed since the show had ended, but no stage crew members had come knocking on their door, so he figured they weren’t holding anything up. With their thighs pressed together, Thomas leaned his head against Guy-Manuel’s and sighed contently.