Chapter 5 - 5

Ryan laid down gently next to Adam and scooted up until he was spooning him, pulling the blanket over both of their bodies. His hand drifted to grope Adam's belly, and he gave a hum of approval at the android's progress when he felt how soft it had grown.

"You like this," Adam said, breaking the silence and pinching at his stomach.

"What?" Ryan asked innocently.

He gave Adam's ass a gentle squeeze, and the android made a pleased little sound of surprise.
"You like that I've gained weight," Adam accused, pushing back his self-consciousness.

It was wonderfully arousing even just to hear Adam admit it so uncomfortably, to see the blush creeping up his cheeks. Still, Ryan avoided saying anything incriminating.

"I like you," Ryan corrected, nuzzling into his neck.

"You're changing the subject," Adam answered sharply.

Ryan looked surprised for a moment before he kissed the android's temple. "Is it something that Jack said?"

Adam swallowed, and Ryan made a soft sound of disapproval.

"I knew he wouldn't understand us, Adam. He's a good man, but he has little knowledge of androids. Don't let his words bother you."

"It's not that," Adam said, trying to keep the words from catching awkwardly in his throat. "Jack said..."

Adam paused, and Ryan looked at him patiently, giving him time to finish.

"Jack said you wanted me as your... your fat housecat. That you like me complacent... that you want to plump me up."

With its usual poor timing, Adam's stomach growled. Ryan laughed, low and soft and reassuring. His hand drifted to Adam's belly and rubbed it gently.

"You shouldn't worry about this on an empty stomach, my angel."

"I had lunch two hours ago," Adam pointed out. "A human should be able to comfortably go at least five or six hours between meals."

But physically, he knew he was hungry, now that he had learned what the sensation felt like: a sort of mild, hollow pain, and a gnawing need to fill in that hollowness. It seemed he had only gotten hungrier the longer he stayed; even after a big meal, it was never long before his stomach eagerly made room for what Ryan would have for it next.

"You shouldn't compare yourself to humans. Your energy requirements are different, if not completely unrelated."

"What are they?" Adam questioned.

"I don't recall. Listen to your desires, Adam; don't worry about human convention."

Adam was sitting up now, directing his accusations at a Ryan still relaxing on the bed, hair falling loosely across the pillowcase.

"You don't recall my energy requirements? Caloric and macronutrient requirements. You had to design them specifically. What are they?"

"You don't need to know that," Ryan reassured.

He was saved from the need to provide further explanation by a knock on the door.

"Come in," Ryan called, finally sitting up.

The housekeeper entered holding a tray of Belgian waffles, topped with banana slices and maple syrup. They looked perfect; golden brown and delicately fluffy. Despite his best intentions, Adam salivated with anticipation. He swallowed, trying not to look eager, but he knew from the smile on Ryan's face that the man could almost certainly tell.

She set the tray down on the nightstand, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise when she noticed Adam's new pudginess-- and Ryan's obvious arousal.

Before she left the room, she shot a judgmental look at Ryan, so brief it was almost imperceptible.