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Hot Music	By : SeekerNami Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok, this is the first Yaoi/Slash I properly write. It’s just an attempt, it’s BADLY written (And I mean badly). I was unsure on how to write it. I’m very self-censored and never write about explicit sex. Besides, I’m one of the many that thinks Big Robots doesn’t have sex as we humans do, I think they “interface” and that they share energy/data via plcablcables and such, so this fic surprises me. Either I was just horny thinking of big robots or I was bored. O.o
Hope you like it.
HOT MUSIC
By: Seeker Nami
The Ark. On a –rarely- peaceful day.
Fighting Decepticons was something boring, really boring, since they usually didn’t stand a chance and everyone knew it quite well, specially those like Jazz, whom had a lot more in their CPUs to think about.
Jazz had been working on a new device he designed and these peaceful days gave him enough time to complete and fix errors on it. This new device was an MP3 player he wanted to install on himself. Wheeljack said it was something easy and it didn’t present any possible harm to its creator. It was good news for the Special Agent and was eager to test the speakers he fixed before installing the whole stereo on him.
Problem was all engineers in the base were gone helping Optimus in an electric plant on the other side of the Earth.
Jazz frowned; the installing will have to wait a little longer. However: he still wanted to test the stereo, and Blaster was nowhere in sight. The red Autobot had a horrific collection of cool Techno and Metal MP3s that would fit perfectly for the Bass testing. Jazz walked down the hallways to the living quarters; maybe he’d be able to find someone willing to help him (But overall with a ratherd cod collection of music).
His audio receptors caught a faint note coming down one of the corridors. He listened carefully and smiled widely. Just what he was looking for! If he wasn’t mistaken that was a nice techno tune playing somewhere. He ran all the way up the corridor until he arrived to one of the several barracks that worked as the temporary housing of the Earth-bound Autobots. He knew this barrack quite well and his optics dimmed slightly. He didn’t know Tracks liked Techno music. He had not the looks or so Jazz thought.
The white Porsche knocked the metallic door twice and almost instantly it slid open, revealing the blue Corvette who gave him a huge smile when he saw him. He was surprised to find Jazz standing outside his room and that pleased him at the same time.
—Hey Jazz. What’s the matter?—
—Yo dude! I noticed you are listening to some very good tunes.—
—Heh. I knew either you or Blaster would notice.—
—Umm… I’m somewhat bored down there. Y’know I was wondering if you’d like to come down to my quarters and try out a new device I’ve been working in.—He felt nervous and stupid all of a sudden.— I need a good selection of MP3s. I have a lot. But I want some Trash, Industrial or Techno to test the Bass system’s potential to its full extent.—
Tracks smiled warmly as he walked into his room and to his stereo system and took a small CD off of the disc slate. He eyed Jazz all the while and unconsciously licked his lips.–Let’s get going, my friend.—
Both walked all the way to Jazz’s barrack. For a few minutes they were exchanging words chatting pointlessly until their conversation faded to silence. Tension surrounded them like a mist. Jazz directed several flash looks to his frienddingding out the blue Corvette was doing the same. They were clearly nervous though Jazz hadn’t figured out yet why he felt like that.
On the other hand, Tracks was indeed aware of what he was feeling, he eyed his friend with great interest and found himself staring at the rather large and well-formed codpiece between the Porsche’s legs as he started to fantasize about his friend. He looked at his faceplate, fixing his optics on his lips. Primus, how he wished to kiss those beautiful lips, to ran his hands all over Jazz aroused body, feel the wetness of his tongue and the warmth of his interface unit between his fingers.
Jazz stopped, and Tracks flinched coming back to reality. The door to Jazz’s quarters slid open, showing a nicely decorated room. Jazz stepped in, his hand brushing Tracks’ leg by accident. The Special Agent felt a chill running up his back at the insignificant touch. Tracks felt a warm fire running down his codpiece. He started to feel aroused and it was all he could do not to leap over his partner and push him onto the wall.
Jazz's MP3 player was lying on a desk; he connected it to a panel and placed the CD inside. He then set the equalizer to an appropriate frequency. The mech’s limber body settled into a rhythmic up and down grind in time to the Techno as he humped his hips from side to side.
The blue mech stared at him owlishly. His interface was burning and it struggled to get his attention, rising to life in a matter of seconds. Tracks closed his legs tightly in an attempt to stop his lust.
—So, what do you think?—Jazz purred over the comlink.—Nice, huh?—
Tracks nodded and replied:—Oh yeah. It is… nice.—His voice quivered.
—Huh? What’s wrong with you Tracks? You look tense.—Jazz grabbed the Corvette by the hand and lift him from the recharge berth. –I guess what you need is to soften up and dance a bit.—Tracks noticed Jazz hadn’t let go of his hand yet and that he actually had his fingers intertwined with his.
Jazz realized he didn’t wanted to let go of his grip on Tracks’ hand. Feeling embarrassed he started to dance, moving along encouraging his partner to follow. He then reluctantly let go of him and begun to dance seductively at the rhythm of a provocative Industrial tune. Soon, he felt his own interface to awake. His codpiece seemed like a painful obstacle but he fought the desire to rip it off. He panted slightly as Tracks walked to him, placing his hands on his shoulders. They looked straight to their optics and Tracks pulled him into a crushing embrace, latching his mouth onto Jazz’s. Jazz moaned with delight at the warm touch parting his lips slightly. Tracks took the invitation and slid his tongue onto the white mech’s mouth. Their tongues brushed and rubbed their insides suggestively.
Tracks moved his hands up and down Jazz’s back and along his sides. The Porsche did the same, running his own hands on Tracks’ legs and aft. It felt so good he nibbled lustfully on his blue friend’s lips as he lifted his hips to Tracks’ rubbing his throbbing hidden interface on the Corvette’s codpiece.
Their kiss was broken when Tracks moved a couple steps behind and yanked off the insulting codpiece that pained his sore rod. Jazz’s optics grew wide behind the viewfinder at the sight before him, his own pole begged to be freed but he was unable to react.
—Now, now. What do we got here?—Tracks took a grip of Jazz’s codpiece and massaged it rhythmically.—Feels good. I bet you’re great in bed.—He said matter-of-factly.
Jazz moaned loudly, feeling his fuel pump pounding. He lowered his head and shut his optics. Tracks grinned as he unlocked his codpiece and tossed it aside, holding the beautiful phallus between his fingers. He strokes it lightly, massaging the tip with his thumb. Jazz panted with lust and leaned closer to Tracks, kissing him. Jazz’s hands moved to caress the enticing cock before him. He touched it lightly at first, still unsure of what he was doing. But Tracks’ moans and wet kisses made him dare to follow his lover’s game. He wrapped his hand around the sizeable cord and bumped his black hand up and down stroking it tighter from time to time; a drop of precum slid out from the tip and fell over his pumping hand.
—Yes… you’re so good. What do you say if I please you now?—Said Tracks huskily into Jazz’s audio receptor. The only response he got was a heavy pant and a nod. The Corvette smiled, kneeling in front of the gorgeous black shaft. He leaned closer and ran his tongue over the oozing tip, tasting the salty flavor of precum. Jazz moved his hands to his lover’s head holding it in place. Tracks’ hands worked on the throbbing shaft while his lips sucked on the sensitive head. He felt his cord was begging to be satisfied but he pushed away the thought for the moment. He had other plans for his hard-on. He smiled widely before he begins deep-throating the beautiful phallus, his right hand wrapped around the remaining, stroking up and down as he sucked forcefully following Jazz’s pistoning hips’ pace, tongue occasionally teasing down the sensitive head.
—Primus. I won’t last longer. I’m gonna cum!—
Tracks only smiled while his free hand moved up to his aft, searching for the small recharge port hidden there, once he found his target he slowly pushed one finger inside, then other. Jazz only moaned in abandon, humping instinctively at the fingers. The amazing sensation was all he needed to explode, filling Tracks’ sucking mouth with warm cum which he swallowed eagerly.
Tracks stood up and kissed Jazz once again, allowing his lover to taste his own seed. Jazz felt drained and tired, but he was enjoying the situation. For Primus sake! He had almost forgot how a blowjob felt. Tracks was amazing. He was handsome, polite… and very skilled, he surely had all the mechs he wanted back in Cybertron.
Jazz leaned down the recharge berth, spreading his legs wide open, optics dimmed with lust. –How about if I please you? I’d certainly want that sexy shof yof yours inside me.—
—You don’t have to tell me twice then.—Tracks crawled up to Jazz, his hands caressing his stomach and chest. Whilst Jazz rubbed his legs up and down slowly squeezing his aft with both hands. Jazz licked his lover’s neck, nibbling the sensitive cables he found on his way making him shudder with delight.
The blue mech moved down, placing butterfly-soft kisses all over his mate’s stomach, he teased him breathing heavily closer to his jerking cock, that was rising to life once again. Track’s lips hovered over the sensitive metal for several seconds but moved to a side kissing his inner tights nibbling at the white armor, hands massaging his nice polished aft, preparing Jazz’s recharge port for the task at hand, sticking his index finger deep within him. The Corvette’s oral probe slid out liking at the entrance lubricating it, Jazz moaned and panted, rocking his head from side to side and clenched his fists hitting at the recharge berth over and over.
Tracks rose up on his arms and gave Jazz a warm smile; the Porsche did the same pleading his friend to kiss him again. He just loved the touch of his sweet mouth. Tracks seemed as if he had read his lover’s mind and planted a tender kiss over his silver lips. It was a kiss far beyond lust, no this kiss had no lust to it. It was filled with pure love. Jazz stared at his friend, knowing this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand, his ice blue optics fixed on Tracks’. Ice and sky blue optics fixed in what seemed like a stare contest. Tracks chuckled moving his head to a side until his mouth brushed Jazz’ audio receptors. –Y’know what? I love you, Jazz.—He whispered softly.
Jazz smiled and wrapped his arms around Tracks’ neck. –I’d have never guessed you did. I… I thought you liked Sunstreaker.—
—Sunstreaker? He’s so self-absorbed he’d not notice a horde of hungry Sharkticons around him. I do like him, but nothing far. Hehe, I though you liked Blaster anyways. Guess we’re not good deducing. Huh?—
—Who cares.—With this, Jazz placed his mouth on Tracks’ kissing him with equal tenderness. Moaning as one at the affectionate touch.
Tracks took his lover by the hips lifting him up to his, he grasped his cock and still looking at his lover to the eyes, he placed the wet head on his entrance and with a single strong thrust pushed past the opening, the recharge hole was tight and hot, sending waves of pleasure up to Tracks’ sensitive terminals. Jazz yelped at the intruder sensations and did his best to relax, waiting for his burning entrance to get used to the pain. Tracks waited for him patiently with a silent apology on his optics, the white Porsche nodded slightly when he felt he was ready and the blue mech resumed his pacing, rocking back and forth against him, Jazz’s hips humping back with all his might whining loudly as the itching pain subsided to pleasure.
—You… are so great… Tracks.—Said Jazz between his cries as he held Tracks tightly into an embrace, he bumped his hips harder and faster making Tracks’ pulsating cock to fill him with all it’s length. His back and neck arched as if trying to lift his lover’s weight from above him. Jazz’s erection grew under Tracks’ swelling hips and he moved his hand down gripping it tightly, Jazz screamed as precum oozed from the tip of his shaft, soaking his mate’s fingers. Tracks mumbled incoherent words as his thrusts grew faster to match Jazz. He kissed his neck, running his tongue up and down, enjoying the sensations that overwhelmed him. –I… I… love… you.—He stated once again as to make sure the beautiful Special Agent was aware of it but the only response he got was a hot kiss.
—AHH YES!! OH PRIMUS!! I… am not gonna last any longer…—Said Tracks as he felt the spasms announcing the inevitable release and his rhythm faltered.
—D-don’t stop. P-please…—
Tracks threw back his head crying out loud as his pulsing cock burst what seemed a gallon of warm sticky fluid inside Jazz’s recharge port; humping his hips milking his orgasm for all it was worth. It was all he could do to tighten his grip on his lover’s rod before collapsing on top of him, remaining still for a long minute.
Both mechs panted, feeling satisfied and tired. Jazz kissed Tracks on the cheek as the Corvette rolled beside him lying on his side. Jazz took a small remote control from a shelf and turned off his MP3 player. They were supposed to test the dammed thing and he knew neither of them paid attention to it in the mean time. And I wanted this thing to be installed tomorrow… He looked at the blue mech, who was now in recharge mode. Jazz smiled and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, hugging him. Heck, that MP3 player will have to wait.
–I love you too, Tracks—He murmured before he also fell on recharge mode.
THE END
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