televisitor
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there's nothing wrong at all with being grounded by televisitor
Fandoms: 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
22 Apr 2025
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“Is this me?” Dave kind of tittered, and looked away awkwardly into the dim carousel of the ship, tuning into its low humming.
“Well, it’s supposed to be,” he said, pulling the sketchpad back so he could see it too, look over it for some offensive piece of it that would make HAL ask such a question.
“That’s really quite interesting, Dave,” HAL said.
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HAL keeps Dave company during a late night sketch session.
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"I do mean a personal favor, Jayce.” The councilman’s name slid out of his mouth like a hiss, and the boy in question shuddered sharply. “I’d like to demonstrate my appreciation, if I may, for the gracious councilman who is going to bring about the freedom of my people.”
“I- I haven’t agreed to anything yet,” stammered Jayce, practically pinned to the bridge wall. “A price has to be paid for Zaunite independence. I have to know you’re going to make things right.”
“I know,” Silco nodded, hand sliding down the plane of Jayce’s stomach, eyes on his prize. “Let me, why don’t you?”
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Silco won't, Silco can't give up Jinx. But he might be able to work something else out.
OR, Silco and Jayce's bridge confrontation scene reimagined to include a politically charged blowjob that somehow resolves the entire conflict.
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“Play chess with me.” Frank stared imploringly at his crewmate. Dave’s hazy, sleepy-dusted eyes blinked without an ounce of recognition.
“Frank?” His voice scratched with the disuse of sleep.
“I mean,” Frank corrected, inhaling sharply. “Would you like to play chess with me.” It still wasn’t a question. “You should. Play chess with me, that is. Or want to, anyway.”
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There's not a whole lot to do onboard Discovery One. Dave's got some hobbies, there's no shortage of reading, but Frank has tunneled on, of all things, chess. Someone please entertain him. Please.
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“C’mon,” Frank urges, sliding his thumb up the ridge on the underside of Dave's cock and teasing the slit, “let me hear you.” Dave releases the breath he’s holding, and it comes out like a high-pitched, breathy sigh. Frank chuckles, a truly pleased look settling onto his face, tugging roughly at Dave’s cock, trying to hear more, get him to full hardness.
“Jesus, Bowman,” he huffs, unthinking, “you moan like a girl.”
Dave buckles instantly, fortification crumbling in a flash, a strangled, pathetic noise escaping him.
This, HAL notes, is not routine.
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Frank figures out a weak spot of Dave's, and enlists HAL's help in exploiting it.
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“So what I’m getting at, Dave, is that I think I would benefit from a nap.” Frank thinks really, really hard about just how intelligent he knows Dave to be.
“Would you like permission or something?” Dave asks, looking the slightest bit incredulous.
Frank remembers, with a deep sigh, that Dave can be really, really dense.
“No,” says Frank, and stands up so he can press the button to open the glass, and stare extra pointedly at Dave’s face, which still looks indescribably soft with the condition of sleep. He sees no recognition at all, and huffs. “What I’d like,” he says, “is to sleep with you.”
Dave’s eyebrows go up. “Or, fuck. Not what I fucking meant, don’t- hey, quit looking at me like that.”
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Frank wants to take a nap using Dave as a weighted blanket. Sue him.