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Help Me, Bumblebee	By : Kettle Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 9136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Help Me, Bumblebee
Author: Kettle
Rating: Adult+
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hasbro/Takara.
Summary: G1. A decontamination session with Optimus Prime gets Bumblebee all steamed up.
Feedback: Yes, please - good, bad or indifferent, I can take it.

The decontamination room was divided by a wall just inside the door - bigger Autobots to the left, smaller Autobots to the right. Every now and then someone complained that the specific height used to define “small” Autobots and “big” Autobots was too arbitrary, but Bumblebee was glad the rule existed – especially when he heard the Dinobots sliding around and crashing into each other on the “big” Autobots’ side of the room. Tonight, however, he was alone. He’d spent the day with Spike and Carly and had missed the usual group shower. Yawning, Bumblebee stretched and wandered into the right side of the decon room. He activated the power washer and sighed as the day’s layer of dust and sand streamed off his body.

“That you, Bumblebee?”

Startled, Bumblebee turned around. Optimus Prime was looking over the partition, beads of water gleaming on his paintwork.

“Prime – I, I didn’t know you were here,” Bumblebee stammered. He reached up to shut the water off. The Autobot leader had been uncharacteristically grumpy lately, and most of the army had been keeping out of his way. “I’ll come back later –”

“No, no,” Prime interrupted. “Stay.”

Bumblebee nodded nervously and turned back to the wall.

“I, uh, I know haven’t been much fun to be around,” Prime went on. “It’s just been one of those weeks.”

Bumblebee gave him a brief smile.

“Aw, you don’t have to explain anything to me, Optimus,” he replied, reaching for the foam lance.

Prime began to scrub his cab. “I’ve gotta call a few people in tomorrow – apologise.”

Bumblebee glanced at him. The larger Autobot had turned away. He sounded depressed. Bumblebee looked down and started cleaning his roof. He wondered if Optimus blamed himself for the damage the Autobots had caused at the rocket base while under Megatron’s control. Thinking about the whole thing still gave Bumblebee the shivers. Optimus Prime on a rampage was something he never wanted to see again.

Being held in Optimus’ arms, on the other hand…oh yes, more of that please. He’d been revisiting that memory a lot over the past few days. The sensation of being picked right off the ground, the security he felt knowing Optimus would never drop him, being able to look his leader right in the optics…

“Bumblebee?”

Bumblebee started a little at the sound of Prime’s voice. He pushed his increasingly erotic thoughts aside and turned around. Prime was leaning on the partition wall again.

“Could you help me out?” the red truck asked. “I can’t reach my back.”

Bumblebee swallowed.

“Sure.”

The yellow bug carefully made his way around the partition, watching his step on the wet tiles. He gazed up at his leader. Prime was covered in foam. Bumblebee watched, mesmerised, as a blob of the stuff slid slowly down Prime’s engine block and fell to the floor.

“Here.”

Bumblebee snapped out of it and saw Prime holding out a sponge. “Oh. Uh, sure.” He took the sponge and squeezed it nervously between his hands. “Could – could you…” He trailed off as Prime turned and sat down with his back to him. “Yeah.” He stepped closer on shaky legs, silently praying that his interfacing circuitry would behave itself, and began to scrub at Prime’s broad back.

“Thanks, Bumblebee,” Optimus replied. He gave a long sigh. “That feels better.”

“You’re welcome,” Bumblebee gulped. He forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. Divide the area into 30x30 centimetre blocks, start at top left, scrub with even strokes…

“Normally Grimlock does this,” Prime remarked. He gave a short laugh. “I’m surprised I’ve got any paint left back there. He’s not what you’d call gentle.”

“I’ll bet,” Bumblebee replied. He began to relax a little as he neared the end of his task. He finished up and grabbed the power washer. “All done. Here comes the water!”

Prime shuddered as the water hit, an action that made Bumblebee’s sensors tingle. The yellow Autobot swallowed and focussed on hosing all the foam from Prime’s chassis. He shut the water off and turned away.

“Well, I’d… better be getting back over here, now,” he said, gesturing to the other side of the decon room.

“Wait.” Prime touched his shoulder, and in spite of himself, Bumblebee paused. The big Autobot took the sponge from him. “It’s your turn.”

“My… whoa! Optimus, you don’t have to…” Bumblebee killed his vocal unit as Prime knelt and began to wash his back. He fought the temptation to moan. Optimus’ touch – both on his back and where his other hand was resting on Bumblebee’s arm – was surprisingly gentle. Approximately fifty percent of the times the Autobots showered, Bumblebee was partnered with Gears, who groused his way through a litany of complaints from the temperature of the water to what the foam was doing to his joints. For the other fifty percent, he was partnered with Cliffjumper; something which usually resulted in them spraying each other with the foam lance or the washer until Ironhide hollered at them to cut it out. Both experiences were worlds away from Prime’s firm, broad strokes, carried out in silence. Bumblebee struggled to control himself as the signals from the sensors in his back triggered the hardware in his groin. He began to calculate the area of the tiles on the wall in front of him, shutting down all but his most basic mathematical functions to make the process more of a challenge – anything to distract his attention from the fact that his interfacing circuitry had expanded as far as the armoured panels of his pelvic unit would allow. Primus, he didn’t think he’d ever wanted anyone so much…

“There.”

Prime’s voice startled him and a second later the water hit. Bumblebee stumbled and he steadied himself against the wall.

“You okay?” Prime asked.

“Yeah,” Bumblebee replied quickly. “Just, uh, unprepared.” He stood still as Prime finished rinsing him off, and managed a smile. “Thanks.”

Optimus shut off the water and put the washer away.

“You’ve got a couple scratches on your bodywork back there,” he remarked. “I could buff them out for you.”

Bumblebee managed not to let his alarm show on his face. If Optimus touched him any more tonight he was liable to explode. “That’s all right,” he replied. “I’m, I’m good.” He looked up at his leader, and jerked a thumb at the exit. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Prime nodded. “Goodnight, Bumblebee.”

“Night, Optimus.” Bumblebee managed to walk out of the decon room without betraying his condition. Once out of Prime’s line of sight, he beat a hasty retreat to his quarters, doing his best to think his erection down. Perceptor. Perceptor giving a long, boring report. Perceptor giving a long, boring report about how he’s catalogued all the different lengths of wire in… aah, there it goes. Bumblebee sighed with relief as his interfacing circuitry began to retract. He got to his quarters and lay down on his recharge bed. He was still a little hard, so he unbolted the panel over his groin.

Bumblebee ran a hand over his aching circuitry and sighed. He’d thought about Prime over the last few days – even touched himself while doing so – but his body’s reaction in decon tonight had taken the whole thing out of the safe realm of fantasy and into a dangerous place. Thank Primus the Autobot leader hadn’t noticed anything.

Bumblebee sighed again. He glanced over at the wall chronometer, and prepared to go offline.

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Cool water coursed over Bumblebee’s chassis as he stood, once again, in the decon room. It shut off abruptly as his partner got the foam lance. Fluffy white bubbles coated Bumblebee like a gentle caress.

“Just hold still.”

Bumblebee moaned softly at the sound of Prime’s deep voice. A moment later the larger Autobot began to lather up his back. Bumblebee shuddered as Optimus’ touch sent his sensory system into a frenzy. His interfacing circuitry bulged upwards towards his roof. A bead of viscous cum formed at the tip and slid down his pulsing shaft. He leaned into Optimus, wanting so much more than just the sponge.

“All done.”

Bumblebee gasped as Optimus’ hands closed around him, lifting him into the air. He found himself cradled against Prime’s big red cab. Bumblebee looped an arm around Prime’s neck and leaned his head against the big truck’s shoulder. Prime’s left arm was solid and steady underneath him, while his right hand pumped Bumblebee’s aching rod with firm yet gentle strokes.

“You like that?”

Bumblebee trembled and held on tightly, pressing close to Prime’s heavy, solid engine. The pressure in his pelvic unit was unbearable. “Ohhh, Optimus…”

Bumblebee woke up with a bursting tank. Cum was bubbling out of his very hard cock and oozing down the shaft. Bumblebee wrapped a hand around his yellow pole, the oily liquid coating his fingers, and a few quick pumps later a geyser of cum arced over his chassis and landed on his roof. He lay motionless on his recharge bed for a few minutes, then reached for the rag he kept nearby for nocturnal spillages. He groaned softly as he cleaned himself up. He wanted Prime and he wanted him badly. He wanted to be held in those strong red arms, wanted to cuddle against that solid engine block.

“Get a grip,” he murmured to himself. “He’s up there, you’re down here. It’s never gonna happen.” He balled up the rag and threw it across the room.

---

Bumblebee sighed quietly as he scrubbed at the panels on his arm. Around him his fellow “small” Autobots soaped each other up and hosed each other down. He was partnered with Cliffjumper tonight. He wished it was someone else – washing Cliffjumper had only reminded him of a bigger, broader red back. To be fair, everything over the past few days reminded him of Prime – to the point where he was almost insanely overloaded. He couldn’t go on like this. He had to do something.

“Look out, Bumblebee, here comes the water!”

Bumblebee didn’t even flinch as Cliffjumper sprayed him with the power washer.

“Hey, buddy, you okay?”

Bumblebee looked around and saw Cliffjumper gazing at him, a concerned expression on his face.

“Uh – yeah,” he said quickly. “I’m – I’m just tired is all.”

Cliffjumper gently squeezed his shoulder.

“Well, okay,” he said doubtfully. “Just remember, like we used to say back on Cybertron – ‘Sometimes we all need a hug’.” He shrugged and grinned nervously. “I’m, I’m here for you if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Cliffjumper,” Bumblebee replied. Cliffjumper shot him a smile and turned away to finish washing. Bumblebee gazed at the wall as he rinsed himself down. Cliffjumper’s words had given him a possible solution to his problem. It had long been policy among the Autobot leaders to encourage the troops to turn to each other for comfort – good for morale and unit cohesion. Bumblebee glanced over at the dividing wall in the middle of the room. He could just about see Prime’s antennae from where he stood. He didn’t know of anyone who’d ever gone to Prime for a “hug”… but maybe it was worth a try. If all he got was a cuddle, it would be better than nothing. Certainly better than the frustration he felt now.

The rest of the Autobots began to leave. Bumblebee hung back, and peeked nervously around the partition wall.

“Uh, Optimus?”

Prime turned and approached him, watching his step on the wet floor. “Yes, Bumblebee.”

“Uh…” Bumblebee swallowed; his courage had suddenly deserted him. “Could… could I see you later?” he managed.

Prime nodded. “What’s it about?” he asked.

“Uh…” Bumblebee looked up at him, then looked away. “Um…” He could feel Optimus’ optics on him. His vocal processor locked up completely. Bumblebee started to panic.

Suddenly there was an almighty crash from the corner. Prime turned sharply to glare at Slag and Sludge, tangled up on the floor for the umpteenth time. Bumblebee found his voice and the words all came out in a rush.

“Could you buff out those scratches you saw a few days ago?” he asked quickly. “If the offer still stands, I mean. I never got round to it myself and plus I think there could be a few more by now –”

Prime nodded. “Sure,” he answered. “Give me a couple of minutes to finish up. I’ll meet you outside.”

Bumblebee was momentarily stunned. “Great,” he replied. “I’ll, I’ll see you then.” He hurried to the exit, almost losing his footing on the slippery tiles on the way.

Bumblebee didn’t have long to wait. Just under two minutes later, Optimus Prime emerged from the decon room.

“Let’s go, pal,” he declared, patting Bumblebee on the shoulder. “I’ve got some polish in my quarters.”

Bumblebee gulped and kept pace with Optimus as they made their way through the base. Static electricity began to build in his cockpit as they neared their destination.

They reached Prime’s personal quarters. The Autobot leader punched in the locking code and gestured to Bumblebee to enter.

“Have a seat,” Prime invited.

A quick sweep of the room told Bumblebee that the only place to sit was on the big, truck-scale recharge bed in the centre. He felt his pole shift under his armour at the thought. Swallowing hard, he clambered onto the edge of the bed. He just managed to suppress a shudder of desire as Prime sat behind him, his long legs outside the Volkswagon’s.

“You’re pretty scuffed up back here,” Prime observed. “You and Spike been driving over speedbumps again?”

Bumblebee managed a nervous laugh. He sat perfectly still and tried to figure out how to ask Optimus for what he really wanted. Gee, Prime, since we’re both in your bed an’ all, how about we do it?

“Soon have you good as new,” Prime remarked. A moment later he pressed a soft cloth to Bumblebee’s shoulder and began to buff out one of the scratches.

Bumblebee couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Feels better, huh?” Prime asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Bumblebee said quickly, trying to ignore the tingling circuitry in his groin. Unfortunately the tingle only intensified as Prime slowly rubbed the cloth over the Volkswagen’s bodywork.

“Say, Optimus…”

“Mm-hm?”

Bumblebee gulped. It was now or never.

“…you remember those posters we used to have in the base back on Cybertron – ‘Sometimes we all need a hug’?”

Optimus chuckled and for a second Bumblebee was afraid. Then a moment later the Autobot leader slid his arms around Bumblebee’s waist, pulling him flush against his cab and engine block.

“You mean like this?” he asked.

Bumblebee shifted a little in Prime’s arms and stifled a moan at the demanding pressure in his pelvic unit. He looked up into Prime’s optics and decided to keep going.

“And… you remember how ‘hug’ didn’t always mean just a hug?”

He gasped as Prime’s engine roared into life, then died back to idling speed, sending delicious vibrations through the smaller Transformer’s body.

“Uh-uh-uh-uhhmmm…” Bumblebee shut off his optics and rolled his head a little to the right, resting it against one of the panes of Prime’s windscreen. “Oh, that feels so good…”

Prime chuckled. “I’m surprised you didn’t come to me sooner,” he remarked. “After that night in decon…”

Bumblebee reactivated his optics and looked up at the big truck. “I’m that obvious, huh?” He looked away, his voice dropping to a murmur. “I was worried you’d say no. You know, leader, scout, chain of command stuff…”

Prime stroked the yellow Autobot’s roof. “Every Autobot is welcome in my bed, Bumblebee,” he murmured seriously. “And you did save my life.”

Bumblebee smiled up at him, then groaned suddenly and looked down at his groin – the panel covering his cock was threatening to pop off. “Ohh, Optimus, this is making me wanna – ”

“Need a hand?” Prime asked, running his fingers over the offending panel. Bumblebee moaned and grabbed the edge of the recharge bed as Optimus deftly unsnapped his armour, allowing his aching, yellow pole to extend to its full thirty centimetres.

“Let’s get a little more comfortable.”

Bumblebee gasped as Prime scooped him up and shifted position on the bed. The Autobot leader leaned right back, almost lying down flat, with Bumblebee still lying against his cab and idling engine. Prime squeezed the pulsing circuitry between the bug’s legs, drawing a groan from his small companion, and began to stroke him gently.

“Oh – oh, Primus, yeah…” Bumblebee moaned, thrusting eagerly into Prime’s hand. The vibrations from Optimus’ engine were going straight through his pelvic unit, making the cum churn in his over full holding tank before travelling through his bursting steel. The cool blue fingers around his equipment were blessed relief. “So good…”

“Ever been with anyone before?” Prime murmured.

“Uh-huh,” Bumblebee managed. The sensory feedback in his pelvic unit was making it difficult to think. He looked with glazed optics at Prime’s large fingers on his interfacing circuitry, at his leader’s other hand caressing his roof, at Prime’s legs further down the bed, beyond his own. “Just… never this big…”

“Mmm.”

Bumblebee groaned suddenly, his legs drawing up slightly as the pressure in his tank edged closer and closer to critical.

“Optimus –”

Prime increased the speed of his strokes. “Come for me, Bumblebee,” he urged softly.

Bumblebee gave a strangled cry as his entire tank pulsed. Cum bubbled audibly inside him before exploding out of his bulging cock, hitting his roof and splashing onto Prime’s windscreen. He bucked and groaned, moving his hips up and down as Optimus continued to pump his aching hardware, drawing out every last drop of oily fluid.

“Good, good,” Prime murmured, powering down his engine as Bumblebee’s orgasm tapered off. The younger Autobot went limp, completely drained. Prime picked up the cloth and began to clean Bumblebee up.

Bumblebee moaned softly and powered his optics back up. He gazed down at his roof as Prime mopped up the jizz, then looked up at his leader.

“We – we were squeaky clean ten minutes ago,” he said with a breathless chuckle.

Optimus patted him on the head and laughed. “Yeah.”

Bumblebee shifted, lying roof to cab with his leader, and sighed contentedly. Prime curled an arm around him in a lazy embrace. Bumblebee let a hand roam up Prime’s side and traced a fingertip along one of the big truck’s wiper blades. To his surprise and delight, Prime’s entire body shuddered.

“Hey, does that feel good?” Bumblebee teased. He slowly rubbed his finger back and forth along the wiper blade, drawing a deep groan from his leader. Prime shifted under him and Bumblebee realised he was trying to spread his legs. With a grin, the yellow bug got up and reached for the armour panelling on Prime’s groin.

“Bumblebee!”

Optimus lunged forward and grabbed Bumblebee’s wrist. Bumblebee stared up at him in shock. Fuck, he’d messed up!

“I – I won’t if you don’t want me to –”

“It’s not that,” Prime replied awkwardly. He relaxed his grip on the smaller Autobot. “It’s just –” He looked down at his groin. “I’m – big.”

Bumblebee grinned at him. “Hey, I can handle it.”

Prime nodded slowly. “All right.” He let go of Bumblebee’s arm. Bumblebee carefully undid the bolts on Prime’s crotchplate, then removed it altogether.

“Whoa!”

Bumblebee stared as Optimus’ big pole extended from his crotch – a thick, blue rod a staggering one point two metres in length. Prime looked at him, then down at the warm steel between his legs.

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he explained.

Bumblebee chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Looks like I’m gonna have my hands full!” he remarked. He gazed in amazement at Prime’s enormous hardware, almost half the length of the Volkswagon’s body. “I guess this is why you always stand with your shoulders back, huh?”

Prime shifted position so that his impressive erection wasn’t right in Bumblebee’s face, and pulled his friend into a half-hug.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he assured him.

“No, I – I want to,” Bumblebee replied. He smiled at Prime. “You probably get this all the time, but it’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”

Optimus chuckled, which made his bulging cock quiver. Bumblebee moved to where he could touch the sapphire rod. He wrapped a hand around the heavy shaft and squeezed gently. Optimus groaned and spread his legs a little, pushing into Bumblebee’s touch. Encouraged, the yellow Autobot began to stroke the pulsing steel.

“Aaahhh.” Prime leaned back on his elbows, optics dimmed in pleasure. “Use both hands!”

Bumblebee obeyed, working Prime’s long cock with enthusiasm. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He’d never expected to hear Optimus Prime moan and grunt like this. Bumblebee eyed the slick head of Prime’s equipment and wondered just how loud he could make him groan. Boldly he leaned forward and took his leader’s warm steel in his mouth.

“Ohhhhh!”

Prime clutched in vain at the bed beneath him, fingertips scraping over the polished metal. He powered his optic sensors back up and watched as Bumblebee sucked on his aching circuitry as if it was a delicious Energon treat. It had been a long time since anyone had paid him this kind of attention. He groaned urgently as the sensors in his pelvic unit began to overload. Desperately he struggled to hold back the flood.

“Bumblebee… ugh… gonna… come…”

Prime’s enormous cock bulged and a nanosecond later he popped, filling Bumblebee’s mouth with jizz. Bumblebee swallowed greedily, keeping up with the steady stream of hot, oily cum pumping out of the sweet steel in his mouth, filling his fuel tank with Prime’s delicious juice.

At last there was no more. Bumblebee let Prime’s equipment slip from his mouth. He looked at his leader, lying exhausted on the bed, and hiccupped abruptly. Suddenly he felt very woozy.

“Easy, Bumblebee,” Prime murmured. Bumblebee found himself in the big truck’s arms. Optimus gently rubbed his back. “Easy…”

Bumblebee’s intake system lurched and he burped up a mouthful of cum all over Prime’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He suddenly wanted to cry.

“Don’t worry about it,” Prime soothed. He laid Bumblebee down on the bed and wiped his shoulder clean, then lay down and drew the younger Autobot into his arms.

“Guess I ruined the mood, huh,” Bumblebee said despondently.

“Hey, it was a lot for a small Autobot,” Prime reassured him. He chuckled softly. “Next time, don’t be so eager to take it all.”

Bumblebee looked up at him. “Next time?”

Optimus stroked Bumblebee’s back. “That is, if you want there to be a next time.”

“You bet,” Bumblebee answered with a grin. He glanced down at Prime’s exposed circuitry. “I wanna see if you can hit the ceiling with that thing.”

Prime laughed and cuddled the smaller Autobot. “I sure can.”

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