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Loosing Bets	By : ShayBoo Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blurr fidgeted in his seat, his feet tapping impatiently against the steel floor. Ultra Magnus threw an agitated look his way, dental plates clenched tight as he tried to block out the infuriating noise and continue the meeting. Gripping the edge of his chair tighter Blurr concentrated on keeping still, he’d prove Sentinel wrong if its the last thing he did. He COULD sit through an entire meeting without needing to run.

Ultra Magnus continued to talk about the threat of Decepticon double agents infiltrating the high ranks. Blurr didn’t hear a word, Longarm would fill him in later...after berating him for not paying attention in the first place.

The more Blurr tried to sit still, the more he wanted to move, the only thing keeping him still was his loosing the bet he had with Sentinel. Longarm Prime growled at the speedster to stay still and was met with a depressed whine as Blurr sank deeper into his chair. Even his engine couldn’t stay still, he revved it as quietly as he could, letting the vibrations ease his tense frame.

Sentinel smirked from the opposite side of the table, his bet was as good as won, Blurr really couldn’t sit still without getting antsy. Giving Blurr high-grade and betting him he couldn’t remain still and silent for the entire meeting was nothing short of genius and he watched the blue bot with a feral grin. Blurr shivered under Sentinel’s greedy optics and glared at the table top, willing his body to listen to his mind and stay still, his stillness lasted a record 11 seconds before his foot started tapping again.

Blurr gripped the edge of his seat tight enough to dent the metal, his body screaming to move and working itself into a frenzy of pent up energy. The blue bot gritted his dental plates as an unwanted feeling of claustrophobia settled over him, like a seeker getting the jitters when they’ve been on the ground to long.

The excess energy shot through his slim frame, igniting his circuits and crackling over his armor, he couldn’t contain the quiet moan that escaped him. Longarm Prime looked over at him and grabbed his knee, pushing his weight down on it to keep Blurr’s foot attached to the floor. “Sit still,” he growled quietly.

Blurr looked up at his superior pleadingly, “gotta-move-gotta-run-too-much-energy-gonna-explode!”

Longarm turned away from the other mech and watched Ultra Magnus continue his talk, his black and white hand slowly stroking up the leg it was holding down.

Blurr bit down on his cry of shock as the hand slowly began to massage his leg, but he made no move to swat it away. Longarm worked his hand in small circles, brushing his fingertips over hidden wires to slowly disperse the excess energy and give Blurr something else to concentrate on other than moving. He expected the speedsters legs to be sensitive but he didn’t expect Blurr to lean into him for more.

“Lets see if we can’t find a way to release some of that extra energy hmmm?” Longarm practically purred down their private com link, “you obviously can’t sit still, can you manage to be quiet?”

Blurr didn’t answer but spread his legs as his superiors hand travelled higher and tapped at his codpiece. The blue mech chewed on his bottom lip to keep quiet as Longarm slid two fingers under the metal and rubbed the circuitry and wires. “Retract it now and lean back, I think Jazz wants to watch the show.”

Jazz resisted the urge to smile as Longarm smirked at him, giving him a silent invitation to join in teasing Blurr. Having a visor was a wonderful thing, it allowed Jazz to watch the fun without looking like he wasn’t paying attention to Ultra Magnus.

Under normal circumstances Blurr would have refused, but the tingling in his body and his need to think of anything but running he obeyed the orders, retracting his codpiece and holding back a groan of pleasure as his hard spike was released. Mistakingly he looked up at Jazz who smirked back, adding his hand to the ‘game’.

Ultra Magnus continued to talk, unaware of what was going on at the end of the long table between the two intelligence officers and his own body guard.

Blurr’s engine purred softly as Longarm ran a finger up his erect shaft and teased the tip. Jazz wasn’t far behind, he lightly trailed the tips of his feet up the back of Blurr’s leg knowing just how much the other mech would like it. The intelligence officer mewled, hiding his face in his hands when Ultra Magnus glared at him. “If you have something to say Agent Blurr then say it to the group.”

“I-have-nothing-to-say. Nothing-at-all-nope-not-me-sir, I’m-just-sitting-here-listening-like-I-should, yes-sir-ee. Please-continue.” The blue mech blurted out, suppressing a shiver of pleasure as Longarm pinched his tip.

“Then keep quiet unless you DO have something to say,” said Ultra Magnus with a frown.

“Yes,” smiled Sentinel wickedly, oblivious to what Blurr was actually moaning about, “the faster we get through this meeting then the faster you can go relieve yourself of excess energy.”

Blurr would have growled if the hand around his erection didn’t tighten almost painfully as a warning.

When Ultra Magnus began to speak again and the rooms attention was devoted squarely on the older mech and not on his own current predicament he bucked into the hand. Momentarily he thought about what would happen if he got caught and he decided he didn’t care, it just felt to good to stop.

Jazz added his hand to Longarm’s and teased the speedster’s tip collecting up the lubricants pearling on the top and licking them off his finger sneakily. Blurr watched him with foggy optics.

Hiding his grin behind his free hand Longarm continued to talk to Blurr through their private com link. “When this is over I’m going to drag you back to my quarters and pin you to the bed, then we’ll see just how much excess energy you’ve got. I bet you’re a screamer aren’t you? I bet you like interfacing hard and fast, am I right? Maybe Jazz will come and play too.” Longarm stopped talking just long enough to give a few fast jerks of his hand, Blurr keened towards him unashamedly.

“I-want-it-I-do-I-do-I-do-I-do-I-do,” chanted Blurr over his com, struggling to keep quiet on the outside.

Longarm stifled a chuckle, he knew it was risky getting close to the other agent, but this was just too much fun. He hadn’t interfaced with anyone since Megatron had left him in charge of Cybertron’s Decepticon forces, desperate times called for desperate measures...and it seemed Blurr was as desperate as he was.

Jazz - not to be outdone by the private conversation - leaned forward and tugged on one of the thin wires in Blurr’s knee socket. Blurr yelped and kicked out, his foot connecting with Sentinel’s leg with a horrifying clang, Sentinel cried out in pain and rubbed his sore spot.

“Agent Blurr!” Ultra Magnus growled, “stop this insubordination at once!”

“Yes-sir-very-sorry-sir...I-have-cramp.” Blurr looked sheepish, grimacing at the look Ultra Magnus gave him before he continued the meeting.

Blurr gripped the table in a death grip as he systems fizzed pleasantly. Jazz rubbed the wire again, Blurr stopped himself automatically kicking out and nailing Sentinel’s shin again.

Blurr lasted longer than he expected too, but when Longarm pumped his erection faster he lost control of his systems, shutting his optics tight he cried out as his overload shot through his system, lubricant’s splattered over the floor unheard. All optics turned to him.

“Agent Blurr!” Ultra Magnus shouted, finally loosing his patients, “remove yourself from this room immediately!”

Blurr closed his codpiece as quickly as he could and stood up shakily, followed by Longarm. “If you don’t mind Ultra Magnus, I too request to leave. It seems Blurr is having trouble regulating his energy flow, as you’ve heard it causes him a lot of pain. I want to make sure he gets to a medic as soon as possible.”

Ultra Magnus nodded once, “very well, I will send Jazz later with any information you have missed.”

Jazz grinned at the two standing mechs with his usual cheerfulness, thankful he got to take the meeting notes and not Sentinel.

“Thank you sir, we look forward to your notes,” Longarm grinned at Jazz before leading an incoherent Blurr from the room.

When they were outside Longarm grinned evilly, “I told you meetings could be fun.”

Blurr just groaned.
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