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A Little R & R	By : DSeeker789 Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Little R & R

Transformers don’t belong to me…………… If they did the storylines would be more………interesting!!!

A birthday gift to a good friend of mine, he enjoyed it…………Hope you do too!!

Just a warning…………….. This is a sticky fic!!!

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Optimus Prime gave vent to a weary sigh as his office door chime sounded. It was late and he still had a pile of data pads to go through.

“Enter! He said. A tired smile bloomed behind his face mask as he saw who his visitors were. “Prowl! Jazz! Come in. What can I do for you?”

Jazz’s trademark grin seemed to light up the office as he sauntered forwards and perched on the edge of Optimus’s desk, leaning across on one arm.

“What ya doin, Boss Bot? Not still work?” He took the data pad out of Optimus’s hand and looked at it. “Boring!!”

Optimus chuckled. “Thank you Sideswipe.” He took back the data pad. “I’ll ask the other adult in the room. Prowl?”

His SIC came around the desk and took the data pad, scanning it rapidly. He regarded his commander with calm optics.

“He’s right!! It’s boring!!”

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to Prowl? Jazz doesn’t count; he’s like this all the time.”

“Hey!!” The Porsche pouted. “An we came here to cheer ya up!!”

“Cheer me up?” Optimus asked, reaching for the data pad, Prowl moved it out of his reach.

“Not so much cheer you up as relax you. You have your medical scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. If you fail it, Ratchet will do as he threatened and relieve you of command. This means I will be in command.”

“An ya just know how much he lovvvvvees to be in command.” Jazz giggled, Rolling over to lie half across Optimus’s desk, resting his chin on his hands.

“Quiet you reprobate” Prowl’s smile robbed the remark of any sting. Jazz just poked his glossa out.

“So!!” Prowl resumed talking to Optimus. “If you relax tonight you should pass the medical tomorrow.”

Optimus realised that fighting them was out of the equation and he was tired to his spark casing.

*Sigh* “I have a choice?”

“Of course!! But I’h thinks ya’ll enjoy our way more!!” Jazz jumped off the desk and came round to his side. “Come on, lets go into your quarters and Ih’ve got the best high grade ya’ve had in ages!!”

Optimus allowed himself to be pulled up by the enthusiastic saboteur. The connecting door to his quarter’s hissed open, Prowl followed shaking his head.

Optimus’s quarters were large, but quite spartan.

“Ya sit down an I’ve got a surprise for ya.” Jazz bubbled enthusiastically as he sub spaced several cubes of softly glowing pink Energon, passing one to the bemused Prime.

Optimus sat on the side of his berth as directed, retracting his mask he tasted the brew, it was very good. Jazz stood, head cocked onto one side watching the other two. He commanded the lights to dim a little, and began to play his chosen music.

The music was an ancient Cybertronian dance; Jazz produced two scarves of a transparent glittering material and moved into the dance steps.

Optimus’s jaw sagged a little. “Primus!! I didn’t know Jazz knew the ancient dances.” He said to Prowl.

The tactician chuckled. “You’d be surprised at the eclectic things he knows.” He climbed onto the berth behind his commander, pressing his thumbs up his spinal array. “You are to relax.” He ordered as he felt the large body beneath his hands tense.

As the high grade spread pleasant warmth throughout his body and Prowl’s fingers soothed the kinks and twists out of his servos, Optimus decided that this and watching Jazz dance was so much better than reading boring data pads.

Jazz danced closer and closer, the gauzy material making glittering arcs around him, until they brushed across Optimus’s face and Jazz dropped to his knees in front of him, between his legs.

Second and Third shared a look.

“Did you enjoy that?” Prowl’s voice was right by his audio, Optimus tried to ignore the feel of the Datsun’s body pressing against his back. When Jazz’s hands ran lightly from his knees to his thighs, it was all he could do not to moan in pleasure.

“You see, we decided that you need to relax completely.” Prowl’s glosser traced the edge of Prime’s audio and up the small communications mast attached to it.

“So.” Jazz purred, reaching up to nip at his chin. “We figure ya need a really good bump and bang.”

“Huuuuuuuuuu?” Was all Optimus could vocalise; the feel of two other bodies in such close proximity was awakening circuits and feelings that he had ruthlessly buried for vorns.

One of Prowl’s hands was stroking his neck, the other reaching around his side and tracing the edge of his windscreen. “So tonight.” His voice caressed the sensitive plating at the side of Optimus’s head. “We’re yours; we’ll do anything you wish.”

Jazz was kissing the centre of his windshield, working down to the grill slats at his waist. “An ya can do anything ya want to us. Any way ya want to have us.”

For timeless moments Optimus’s CPU refused to process. Had they just offered themselves to him? Were they offering? Jazz’s thumbs were caressing the gaps in his armour on the inside of his thighs, the sensations were overwhelming, with a moan, Optimus spread his legs as wide as he could, Jazz kissed further down, cheek rubbing against a suddenly bulging cod piece.

Jazz put his lips to the warm metal. “Ya gonna give Boss Bot?”

A desperate moan and shudder along with small clicks gave him his answer. Giggling Jazz licked along the crack that had appeared in Optimus’s royal blue armour, teasing his glosser inside to lick, slowly prying the cod piece away, it nearly hit him in the face as Optimus’s cock expanded to its full length.

“Ohhhhh!!!” Jazz breathed in reverence at the revealed metal. “Now I’h know why ya get called ‘Big Bot!!”

Prowl, watching over Optimus’s shoulder chuckled. “I know an excellent way of shutting him up.”

Jazz glanced up, licking his lips. “Shutting up!!” Two pairs of optics watched him open his mouth and move forwards, closing his lips over the almost triangular head and start to suck, moving his head slowly up and down.

“Holy Primus!!” Optimus moaned. Prowl took the almost empty cube from his nerveless fingers and put it on the floor. He moved under Optimus’s arm, perching on one leg to reach up and pull the Autobot commander into a passionate kiss.

Prime clutched at him, glossa demanding, Prowl surrendered, becoming passive in his arms. Optimus’s hands roamed the pale body dominantly, stroking door wings, beneath his bumper, helm and chevron, anything to make the body in his arms writhe and make those wonderful little mewing noises.

Prime rubbed hard at Prowl’s skidplate, throwing it away as it was released, fingers questing, finding the port and pushing into Prowl who broke the kiss, rearing back whining, pushing his body onto the fingers.

“Ah!! SLAG!! Yes!! OH Oh Oh!!!”

Jazz grinned around the cock in his mouth and reached up to stroke a fluttering door wing. He removed his own cod piece and skidplate. Giving one last slurp he stood and pushed at Prime’s shoulders.

Optimus willingly lay down, pulling Prowl over so they lay chest to chest. Prowl whinnied as the fingers were removed, only to gasp as Optimus slid his hand between his legs and pushed his fingers back into the port, Prowl scrambled to get his body into the right position for Optimus to continue pumping his hand backwards and forwards.

Jazz smirked at the look of desperation and lust on Prowl’s normally calm face; he straddled the large body and slowly lowered himself onto Optimus’s impressive cock.

“Ohhhh!!” He groaned. “Scraaaaap!!! That’s so…………..good!!”

Prowl, was kneeling, half across Optimus’s chest, he removed his own cod piece with a gasp of relieve, moving his body backwards and forwards in time to the pistoning fingers inside him, he lifted his body up to kiss Jazz as he rode up and down on Optimus.

Watching the two of them kiss was all it took to drive the sex deprived Prime over the edge. He roared wordlessly, thrusting his hips up desperately as he came, shooting cum into Jazz who shrieked with joy at giving his normally staid commander his first orgasm in years.

All he could do was yelp. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” He grabbed Jazz by the hip, holding him in place until the forceful up thrusts were spent. His cooling fans whined at their highest speed to cool him down.

“Primus in the Pit!! I didn’t realise how much I need that!!” He gasped. Optimus suddenly remembered that he still had his fingers deep inside Prowl, who’s erect cock was pressing against his side, and Jazz hadn’t come either, they were both smiling at him as they gasped cool air. Optimus smirked.

“Didn’t you say you’d do anything I asked you to do?” He asked. Prowl nodded. Optimus’s optics blazed.

“I want to watch the two of you.”

Jazz chortled. “Hav’ta change ya name ta ‘Kinky Bot’” He put his hands onto Optimus’s waist as he eased himself off the still impressive cock. He swung one leg over to kneel on the berth, he patted the cock.

“Now that’s what I’h call ‘Heavy Metal’ Hee Hee!!”

Prowl crawled across Optimus, he reminded the Prime of Ravage stalking his prey. He pounced!!
Jazz, laughing, allowed himself to be pushed flat on his back as Prowl straddled his waist, capturing his hands and holding them above his head. The smile that graced Prowl’s face was utterly devious.

“He enjoys being held down, being helpless.” He nipped at Jazz’s olfactory sensor. “Being ……………Dominated!!”

Jazz’s laugh was throaty and breathless, voice husky with desire. “Only by those I’h trusts.”

Optimus had rolled onto his side to watch, he put his hand over Prowl’s, allowing his hands to slip free before tightening on Jazz’s wrists to hold his arms immobile.

“Am I counted amongst them?” He asked, leaning forwards and licking at one of Jazz’s helm horns. Jazz could only make an unarticulated whimpering cry as Prowl had slipped down his body and having wrapped one hand around Jazz’s cock was pumping it hard. Jazz writhed!!

Prowl gave a chuckle as malevolent as any Optimus had heard Megatron use, as he moved to kneel between the Porsches legs, transferring his hands to the flared hips, holding them immobile. Lowering his head, he made licking movements with his glossa across the head of Jazz’s cock. Jazz was trying desperately to raise his hips but couldn’t.

“Beg Jazzy!!” He cooed.

“Ahhh!! Ohhh Prowl you slagger!! Please!! Please!! Pleeeeeeeeeaseeeee!! Ohh!! Pretty, pretty please!!”

Optimus had never heard Jazz sound so desperate and……………….. needy!! Prowl’s head slowly descended and Jazz’s moans were addictive. Optimus crushed his lips to his captives, it felt as if Jazz was trying to eat him alive…………… And Optimus revelled in the feeling.

He broke the kiss and turned to see what Prowl was doing, Prowl was now licking Jazz like an Energon stick, he started to crawl up the restrained saboteur. Optimus was again reminded of Ravage.

“What do you want my Jazzy?” He nipped at the bumper in front of him; Jazz’s visor was almost incandescent.

“Youuuuuu!!” He moaned. “I want m’h Prowler snug an safe inside me!! Love me baby, rock ma world!!”

“Yessssssssss!!” Prowl hissed as he surged forwards, burying himself deep inside his bonded. “Jazzy, Jazzy, my Jazzy!!” He gasped.

Optimus watched with bright, avid optics as Jazz wrapped his legs around Prowl’s hips urging him on. Prowl’s strong thrusts producing low ‘Uhhh, Uhhh Uhhh,’ sounds from Jazz. Optimus suddenly realised his free hand was tightly wrapped around his own erection, his strokes mimicking Prowl’s.

Jazz put his feet flat on the berth to move the angle of Prowl’s thrusts into him. Optimus couldn’t take his optics off Prowl’s aft as it moved………. Would it be possible??

He let go of Jazz’s hands and moved behind Prowl, running his hands up his back and over the door joints. Prowl arched into the caress.

“Prowl!! Prowl………Do you think??”

Prowl’s startled face peered over a shoulder. “We can try!!” He gasped. Jazz laughed. “Ya need ta relax Prowlie-bot, the Boss is ………………………. *Hee* Impressive!!”

Jazz watched Prowl’s face as Optimus began to slowly enter him, excited at the prospect of trying something so new and different but afraid that Optimus was just too big for the Datsun to handle.

The pale body flinched and Optimus froze, rubbing hands over sides and door wings until Prowl relaxed and pushed backwards himself with a sobbing moan.

“Nhh!! Want…………..Want it!! Nhhhh!! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!!” He gasped; thrusting forwards into Jazz and then backwards, impaling himself on Optimus.

“Ha!! Haa!! That’s ma Prowler. *Pant* That’s ma lover!! Don’t stop………. Prowleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

Jazz shrieked and thrashed at the bottom of the pile. Optimus hadn’t put any of his weight of the others, holding Prowl’s hips helping to pump the 2IC between his bonded and himself. Never, in even the small fantasies he’d allowed himself, had he thought of this, and he could never have imagined that it would feel as wonderful as it did!!

Prowl’s cry of release wasn’t as loud as Jazz’s but it was just as erotic. Hands braced on Jazz’s bumper he pushed himself hard and fast onto Optimus until, with a roaring growl of his engine Optimus came. Gasping and sobbing for cool air, Optimus lowered his head onto Prowl’s back as his hips thrust again and again against the shuddering tactician.

After what felt like an eternity, Optimus could move, slowly and carefully he disengaged from his second and flopped with an exhausted ‘clang’ onto the berth at their side.

Almost dazed, Prowl eased himself from Jazz, and crawled across Optimus to lay his head on a shoulder, Jazz rolled to cuddle against Optimus’s chest on the other shoulder.

“Arrrrrr!!” Optimus’s vocaliser crackled. He tried again. ”Are…………Are the two of you okay?? Prowl??”

“I’h sink…………..sink………..think………..I’h burnt a re……….relay in coolant system.” Prowl slurred.

Jazz reached over and patted his hand. “I’hm not gonna be able ta drive straight for a week, I’h think my cam-shafts shifted!!”

Optimus put his arms around them, gently stroking their helms until his own repair systems stopped screaming red lights at him, enjoying the way one or the other of them would shiver with pleasure tremors.

Jazz couldn’t resist. “What was it like Prowlie? Bein a sandwich??”

Prowl smirked. “Filling!!” He quipped. Optimus’s chassis rumbled with mirth. He missed the demonic look that passed between the two black and whites.

Prowl started first, kissing, licking and nipping at the side of the windscreen on Optimus’s chest, working upwards, lingering on the neck to the waiting mouth of his commander, he eased the hand from his shoulder and held it in one of his own, caressing the fingers, rubbing his thumb across the broad palm.

Jazz did the same, licking and nipping at helm and audio, Prowl moved aside and Jazz claimed his mouth. Optimus hadn’t realised how his arms had been positioned until……………..

‘Click!! Click!!’

“What the??” Optimus jerked his head up; his hands were secured with handcuffs passed through the bar that held a row of data pads above his bed. He tested them, realising that he could easily break them if he wanted to………If he wanted to? No, he didn’t!!!

“You two are soooooooooo dead!!” He laughed.

Jazz giggled as he ran his hands slowly over the large body before him. “An we’s so shakin in our servos”

“Did you have any special requests or just whatever our perverted little CPU’s can come up with??” Prowl asked.

Optimus considered and grinned. “I’ve always believed in fair play. I’ve had each of you so it’s only fair that you have me……………………..Think ya up to it??” He released his skid plate catches in challenge.

“Ohhhh!!” Jazz looked at Prowl. “Is that a challenge Prowler?? Ya know I’h just can’t resist a challenge!!”

Prowl pulled him into a kiss. “We’re the JP team, we can do anything!!”

Optimus watched in fascination as they began to kiss and caress each other over his body. He knew that Prowl’s door wings were sensitive, but not that his chevron was, the pale body shuddered convulsively as Jazz stroked it. Jazz’s helm horns produced the same reaction when they were fondled.

Prowl’s hands roamed his lover’s body, delving beneath his front bumper to tease the wiring, down to his hips where the speakers of his sound and light system were housed, to close around his elegant and rapidly rising cock.

Prowl waited until Jazz’s hips moved, rubbing his cock into his hand before braking the kiss. Nipping at chin, cheek and olfactory senor he said.

“You first my Jazzy.”

Jazz grinned like the Cheshire Cat!! Looking his Commander up and down.

“How ya want it Boss Bot?”

Optimus sniggered and rolled over onto his front, making himself comfortable, wriggling up the berth to lean on his forearms so that he could look over his shoulder at his devious officers, he spread his legs.

“How’s that? My Jazzy!!” His face alight with mischief. Prowl crawled up to his head as Jazz moved between his legs, stroking and fondling the newly exposed aft.

‘Humm!!’ Jazz thought. ‘Ih’d best be careful; Primus knows how long its bin since Op had some aft action!! I’h knows……………. This’ll blow his circuits!!”

Prowl watched as Jazz lowered his head to start kissing and nipping at Optimus’s aft, he knew what he was most likely going to do.

“I believe.” He punctuated his words with kisses to Optimus’s cheek. “That MY Jazzy!!............... But I have been known to share him!!” He watched as the look on Optimus’s face changed to ecstatic amazement.

“Slaggin, frellin FRAG!! Uhhhhhhhh!! Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohh!! Scraaaaappp!!” Optimus moaned, as Jazz’s wicked glossa slid into his port and started to tickle and tormented the sensitive wiring.

Prowl chuckled. “That IS a quite wonderful sensation isn’t it?…………. I must admit to enjoying it myself.”

Optimus’s optics flickered on and off. “Uhhh!! I………..I……….I’ve heard you……Nhhhhuuuu!! Say’s he’s got the gift of………..of………..Oh Primus!! A silver glossa……………Did……….Didn’t know you meant like this!!

Feeling that Optimus was more prepared for him, Jazz nipped lightly at his aft before moving himself into a better position. Ohh!! Optimus felt so good to be inside………….. Jazz braced himself against the white hips and began to move fluidly backwards and forwards.

Optimus arched his back………….. It had been so long since he’d been with another mech, never mind two. He’d forgotten the feelings of having a cock inside him, rubbing the cables and nodes, he moved his hips slightly….. Ohhh!! There!!

Prowl had been caressing and kissing his helm, he started nipping at one of Optimus’s hands and fingers settling on sucking his thumb in and out of his mouth. Optimus didn’t think his cooling fans could work any harder, but they did.

Jazz was gasping, he was so close…………. Optimus’s internal cabling tightened suddenly, convulsively around his cock……… “Yiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Optimus moaned at the delicious feeling. Jazz slumped over him gasping, laughing he crawled up the berth.

Oh Prowlerrrrrrr!!” He called. “Your turn.”

Prowl had been watching Optimus’s face, he rubbed their helms together.

“Enjoy that?” He whispered. Optimus nodded his head and giggled. Prowl had never heard his Commander sound so young.

“Well Prowlie, lets see what you can do.” He gasped, turning onto his back and raising his knees. He watched his second move down and settle himself between his legs, Prowl ran his hands up the shining plating of his thighs to his groin and the rigid blue rod.

“Sure you don’t want me to do something with this first?” He asked, fingertips ghosting up the warm quivering metal.

“Nu Hu!! Want to save that!!” Optimus grinned, tilting his pelvis ready for Prowl’s entry. Face alive with expectation, Prowl slowly slid himself into his Commander, holding still as soon as he was fully inside, he ran his hands over the white hips, studiously avoiding the hard blue cock, waiting until Optimus began to twitch……………. Jazz couldn’t stand this either.

Jazz was kissing up along the centre of his chest, one optic on Prowl, he knew how frustrating it was, Prowl’s hardness deep inside, doing nothing.

“Uggg!! Prowl!!” Optimus was trying to shift his hips backwards and forwards, but as Prowl was leaning on them, not having much success.

“Slagitall…….. Do something!!...............Or!!...........Or!!.........I’ll demote you!!”

“Really?” Asked Prowl as he slid backwards and forwards twice. “To what?”

Optimus moaning in anticipation, tried desperately to think of something.”

*Hee* “Dino sitter? Twin………..Ohhhh!! Twin sitter?”

Prowl chuckled as he began to thrust into Optimus in earnest. “I thought I did that already!!”

“He just likes making ya wait………….. Till ya can’t wait and then……*Hee Hee* He’s such a slagger!!” Jazz blew his bondmate a kiss before swooping down to kiss Optimus soundly.

Optimus lost himself in the lightning flashes that flowed around his systems, to the pleasure of Prowl moving strongly, stimulating almost forgotten nodes and relays deep inside him, to the way Jazz’s glossa tickled the back of his dental plates, to hands that flowed over his plating like gentle waves.

Prowl’s deep sobbing moan and the sudden liquid warmth deep in his circuits brought him back somewhat.

*Gasp* “Oh dear Jazz!! Look what’s still standing.” Prowl joked.

Jazz sniggered. “Yup!! We can run a flag up it!!”

“So??” Optimus gasped, optics riveted on the two black and whites. “What do you two deviants plan to do with it??”

Jazz, who had joined Prowl crouching at Optimus’s hips laughed. “Ohh!! Was that another challenge Prowler??”

Smirking Prowl said. “I do believe it is Jazzy…………….What about this?”

He reached down and lifted the almost empty Energon cube up, dipped his fingers into the pink liquid and anointed the blue cock lovingly.

He licked the Energon off one finger, and offered the rest to Jazz, who sucked with slurping noises and moans of delight, as Prowl joined him. Licks turned to kisses and mutual finger sucking. Finally, Prowl drew back.

“Shall we?” He grinned. “Indubitably!!” Jazz grinned back.

They attacked the Energon coated cock as if they hadn’t eaten for a month!!

Optimus arched his back and writhed as he was licked and nibbled, sucked and tickled, he couldn’t tear his optics from them, he could only give stucco yelps of pleasure, as they ended up kissing each other with the head of his cock inside both their mouths.

He howled!!

Giggling, his tormenters drew back.

“Thar she blows!! C’ptn!!” Jazz gave his best pirate impression.

Prowl, using his fingertips to help Optimus ejaculate, laughed. “Sperm whale?”

Jazz fell over. “Old Faithful? *Hee Hee* Oil gusher? ”

Optimus was now reduced to small whimpers as his systems rebooted, lay supine, sated and spent. He felt Jazz and Prowl crawling up beside him. Jazz curled into his side, head on one shoulder, as Prowl freed his wrists.

Optimus took the handcuffs and keys from him, placing them on the data shelf behind the bed. Prowl curled up on the opposite side from Jazz, Optimus put his arms around them, cuddling them both close.

“M’ tired now.” Jazz mumbled. “Kin we have some downtime?”

Prowl, who felt he could cheerfully off line for a week, looked up at Optimus who had a far way look on his face plate.

“Optimus!! What are you doing?”” He queried.

Optimus chuckled. “Just making sure that none of us have any duties tomorrow. I think some downtime would be most beneficial to all of us. I hope you have another pair of handcuffs Prowl? Tomorrow it’s MY turn.”

The bondmates stared at each other in amazement, Jazz giggled.

“What other toys have ya got in sub space Prowler? If’n ya’ve still got these feathers…………… We’ll ALL be laughing!!”
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