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Odd Couple	By : DeeDaday Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 16235 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: It's Prowl. Forest sex had to happen. This was actually supposed to happen somewhat earlier, before chapter 47 as a brief respite from legal action angst, but I didn't get to finish it in time.
Warnings: petting, anal, nature sex, embarrassing situations, almost exhibitionism but thank god not.
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Wildlife
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Tree-hugger that he was, it was only a matter of time before Prowl took full advantage of the lush, forested area a half-mile behind Lockdown's house—and after that, it took only a skip and a jump to force his housemate to take advantage of it with him.
Maybe it was the bacon Prowl managed to cook him for breakfast, but Lockdown went along without a fuss, plodding on just behind the shorter officer as Prowl went from tree to tree, talking at nature and enjoying the hell out of himself. He would stop to listen to birdcalls, turning aside rocks and things to see signs of the new spring — sproutlings and the like. When he put out a hand for the third time, signaling silence for another aerial show, Lockdown grabbed his wrist and tugged him into his chest, leaning down and planting a good wet one on him before he could think to protest about his birds.
When that went over well — Prowl coyly licked at his lip and one hand slid up his thick neck — Lockdown pressed him to the nearest tree and ran his hands through his black hair. The pleasurable prickle dribbled down Prowl's spine, then turned into full-body goosebumps when Lockdown sucked at his throat, fingernails scraping against his scalp. The birds twittered above them, sunlight filtering through the green leaves of the forest.
Soon they were pressing their fronts against each other, hands wandering in the quiet shifting of the trees. Prowl turned his head aside with a faint moan when Lockdown rubbed him through his pants, licking behind his ear. He dug his fingers into the other man's firm arms and pushed into the touch, remembering to breathe only when Lockdown's tongue ran along his lips. When the air rushed in, so did some semblance of cognition; awakened, Prowl smirked faintly, regarding his impertinent and insatiable housemate with lidded eyes.
"And where were you intending to take this?"
"Far as you'll let me," Lockdown answered roguishly, growling appreciatively when Prowl actually whimpered against his neck, the sound jump-starting what had begun a half-hour ago — namely, when he dropped back to walk behind his younger lover so he could get a good view of his perky, khaki-wrapped ass as he yabbered about birds and the like.
Watching his butt go back and forth, Lockdown started wanting to dig his fingers into that rough khaki, then bend Prowl over so the pants would hug his ass like a second skin (the dismayed growl would be a bonus), and his thoughts just wouldn't quit from there. He undid Prowl's buckle, jingling it out of the way and pressing his hands into the warm seat of his pants, cupping his firm cheeks. Prowl wriggled into him and Lockdown fought the urge to just shuck the minx's pants right there and get full access, but he knew how Prowl worked — they weren't in a decent area, so he would let the fooling go on so long as his pants were still on, regardless of what was happening inside them.
Prowl gasped and hid his face in Lockdown's broad shoulder when his lover pressed a thick finger into him, going up on his toes. He clung and caught his breath, cock hardening under the steady roll of Lockdown's thumb against his underwear, soft cotton rubbing against the sticky tip almost painfully. The tree bark prickled against his back. His hips twitched forward, hands bunching in his shirt as he whimpered at two fingers, then three, pushing slowly in and out.
"You want it, darlin'?" Lockdown goaded him, rumbling tensely when Prowl's hand found the burning outline of his erection through his jeans, thin fingers tightening on his shaft. "We could do it right here."
"Not without the proper equipment."
"Wouldn't say that," Lockdown grunted into his ear.
Prowl snorted skeptically—rather ineffectual when followed by a tiny, squirming moan.
"Hope as you may, the... viscosity of tree sap is...hardly suited—"
Lockdown reached back with his less occupied hand and produced a modest green-labeled tube from his pocket. Prowl stared down at it, eyes going wide before they abruptly narrowed. Color filled his cheeks.
"You planned this!"
"Not any more than I plan anythin' else," the hulking albino purred shamelessly, fingertips already caressing the cap in anticipation. "What's that boyscout motto? Always be prepared?"
"You are unforgivable," Prowl sniped, bracing his hands against Lockdown's chest as if to push him away.
"And that turns you on." Lockdown rumbled, pressing closer and nosing against the small officer's cheek. "Think about it. When else are you gonna get to screw in your favorite place?"
Struck, Prowl bit his lip. Regardless of the fact that he simply didn't dream up elaborate sex scenes in his mind, he had actually never fantasized about having sex in nature. The environment was a good representation of what he cherished, yes, but it was a very reverent kind of love — very akin to that of a man and his church. He had far too many snakes in his closet to even come close to the idea of fornicating in a church, religious or natural.
What was more, it was in public. The most private public place, true, nonetheless... Prowl suddenly feared hikers like he feared demons, but when he looked up into Lockdown's tattooed face, the intensity of his expression allowed his housemate to steal one kiss, then another. Prowl groaned into his mouth when Lockdown's callused fist closed around his rigid cock, pumping gently as the man himself whispered playful encouragements that were just clean enough not to offend his sensibilities and just dirty enough to work.
The heat rose in Prowl's face and everywhere else – and the publicness of the forest was seeming like less of a problem than the insistent throbbing at his groin. The gravelly growl of his lover's voice set his gut aflame and, when Lockdown's hand snuck into his pants again and slipped between his cheeks, Prowl forced him to the forest floor, grinding their hips together for a moment before unbuttoning Lockdown's rough blue jeans and shoving them down his hips as the man chuckled appreciatively. Caught in the passion of taking the tiniest bit of charge, Prowl couldn't resist sucking briefly on the tip of his lover's freed white cock, pushing the hardness into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the salty head.
"Shit, kid," Lockdown groaned painfully, entire body twitching. An invisible convulsion went through him at the sight of the young Japanese man parting from his swollen cock with a flick of his tongue, lips wet. He closed his eyes — otherwise he would have come right then. "Gonna kill me one'a these days."
Prowl started on his own pants and Lockdown leaned forward and yanked them all the way off, tossing his motorcycle boots aside despite Prowl's disapproving noises. Lockdown shoved his pants down only far enough to free himself, slicking himself up with one hand and coaxing Prowl onto his hands and knees with the other. His cock immediately twitched at the sight of the young man's olive backside, legs spread just for him. Just the open air on his shaft, the forest yawning around them, was enough to get his whole body vibrating — sex outside was the meaning of energized.
Prowl made a soft noise as Lockdown pushed his slick fingers into him again, but the little sticks and prickly dead winter things prickling at his knees was distracting. Prowl grunted thickly as a stick bit into his palm, sending a precise pain shooting up his hand. He lifted his hand and flicked it off, eyeing the deep rose imprint it had made.
"Alright?"
"The undergrowth," Prowl said with a mixture of lameness and a new distaste, trying to shift his weight again... and keep his mind on sexy things. He tried not to think about having his bare butt up in the air, or come anywhere close to realizing how, indeed, utterly ridiculous sex was as a whole. Lockdown kneaded his hips for a moment before tugging at him with a sudden decisiveness.
"Scoot. Come back with me."
Curious, Prowl let himself be led backwards onto Lockdown's lap, simply holding on as the larger man leaned back against the big tree and spread his legs, the jeans chafing nicely on the outsides of Prowl's naked thighs. Legs pressed protectively together, the young officer had the ridiculous impression he was sitting on a big sturdy man-chair and had no idea what was to come next.
"Are you certain this is physically possible?" he asked dubiously, dark eyes beginning to scan the forest as the heat in him simmered down a little, allowing wariness and the I-certainly-don't-have-sex-in-public rationale to take hold.
"Saw it in a porno once," came the growl from behind him, thick with concentration. Prowl instantly fought the urge to slap his forehead and perish in the same moment.
"You did not actually just say that," Prowl groaned hopelessly, nonetheless squeaking slightly when Lockdown took ahold of his slim thighs and parted them, pulling them outside of his own legs. His big hands found a good grip on the thicker part, just to the side of his spread ass. Prowl rocked back, groping in a panic at Lockdown's tattooed arms.
"Wh-what on earth are you doing?!"
It was more of an exclamation than an actual demand and the indignity of being splay-legged and exposed remained until Lockdown physically hefted him up and, cursing softly, fed his rigid cock in between his spread thighs. Prowl caught his breath, and any other protest he had lodged in his throat as the slick hardness jolted up into him, making him roll his hips. A breathy noise slipped out of him, nipples suddenly hard and tingling in the barely-chilly air.
The different angle produced a twang of pleasure instead of the hard stab he was used to. He was being held up, legs forced apart, as Lockdown pushed him down and thrust up into him until a slapping, bouncing rhythm equal parts maddening and pleasurable shook them both. If he looked down, past the slick rise of his own shaft, he could see Lockdown's slick pink-white cock being shoved into him, in time with the bigger man's choked sounds. Lockdown's heat was radiating from his chest and he kissed Prowl's neck fervently, as if he could no more control the push of his lips than the twitch of his hips, panting against his back.
His mouth opened and he couldn't help the sounds that came out. He could smell pine as he ground down into the thick cock, making it go deeper, deeper to satisfy the jittering rise of tension and pleasure in him. The cold air swept over his exposed erection and his spread legs, making him feel every inch of sweating skin. Prowl braced his hands down on Lockdown's hips, arms shaking madly, thighs tensing. He threw his head back and moaned needily, barely able to feel a tongue flicking behind his ear through the sizzling full-body flush and the machine-gun stutter as Lockdown half-cursed and nosed into his neck, pulsing erection pressed back and only half-buried between Prowl's thighs.
"Fuck, darlin', fuck. So fuckin' tight. Drivin' me crazy."
The tension of remaining in the position made him shake harder, made him wild to abandon his balance and let Lockdown hold him while he pumped frantically at himself, whispering his lover's name (there was an answering growl, a possessive tightening of the hands on his thighs) and finally crying out in near-agony as seed pulsed onto his chest and his lithe body spasmed, putting Lockdown's manhood in a vice. Lockdown only sped up, puffing and cursing and pushing his thick cock into his lover's tight, twisted body until he arched against the tree with a lion's roar, jism running down to the base of his white cock.
Panting, Lockdown sagged against the tree, letting nature support him until the last layer of white cleared from his eyes. The ending left the two shaking and radiating heat like an open oven, and after a long moment the birds began to twitter again, almost hopefully—as though that was perhaps the last pair of perverts that would wander their realm, though that certainly wouldn't be the case after this.
"Jesus Christ," Lockdown panted at last, voice washed out with something very like awe.
"Agreed," Prowl responded faintly, feeling as though his thighs wouldn't stop shaking for the next decade. He had vibrated all the marrow out of them—if he stood on his own two feet, his bones would bend like straws. He just lay against Lockdown's hard chest, breathing in and breathing out in time to the soft rises and falls at his back. He could feel Lockdown's heart slow and mumbled softly when his lover's big hands came to pet at his legs, his mouth once more roaming along his ear, lazily.
He didn't feel awful or ridiculous at that moment, regardless of how he was still spread like a seedy magazine—until Lockdown suddenly stiffened underneath him and dropped his knees, bringing Prowl's wet legs smacking back together.
"What?" he demanded, turning around as much as he could. Lockdown looked up, eyes wide.
"Boyscouts," he rasped, every muscle taut.
Afterglow disappearing as though it had been sucked away through a straw, Prowl's head jerked to the side, and he could just barely hear the reedy sound of off-key singing, far off — and realized they were reclining on a tree that lay inches from a cleared path. They were on a campground. Panic exploded in him, making him jolt upright and reach for his pants as the singing came closer and closer.
"My pants!"
"No time!" Lockdown snapped, wincing when Prowl attempted to dismount too quickly. He yanked him close and looked around half-frantically, at last stripping his boyfriend of his leather jacket and wrapping it around Prowl's bare hips.
"Shut up and sit like a chick," he hissed into Prowl's ear, seconds before he yanked Prowl's long hair loose, pushed it over his face and wrestled an arm around him. They sat perfectly still as the merry tune approached them like a black herd of stormclouds. Lockdown's arm barely tightened around Prowl's waist as they heard a scrape of dirt, perhaps the clatter of some pans on a little boy's pack. The very thought made Prowl want to faint. His nakedness was like a neon sign under his jacket.
"Hey there," someone said behind them, voice tempered with equal parts friendliness and mild confusion.
"Just enjoyin' nature, me and the gal," Lockdown said with an exaggerated southern twang that made Prowl, in the middle of all of his sharp fear, want to burst out laughing. He bit his lip when Lockdown ran his fingers through his loose (girl) hair like a good man should. "Gorgeous day, ain't it?"
"Of course. We're out enjoying it ourselves, aren't we, boys?"
There was a chorus of agreement — Lockdown looked back long enough to see a bandy scoutmaster with floppy blond hair standing in front of a mass of children, then nodded, turning back to his apparent (and very tense) studying of a uninteresting mass of trees.
"Right," the scoutmaster began, taking a steadying breath. "Well... uh... have a good day."
"Back atcha."
The boyscouts, probably five or ten by the sound of their little herd footsteps, started to chatter to themselves immediately as they began to migrate away down the dirt path.
"They're weird."
"When are we gonna find that bear?" one little boy whined, an insistent tin-cup rattle probably produced by jumping up and down on his toes.
"I told you, doofus, there aren't any bears in Detroit," another drawled, to which there was an immediate jabber of response.
"But I'm sure I heard one! And it's gonna be the hugest bear ever cos it was like RRROOOAAAAAAAARR."
"Come on."
"And it's gonna have a baby bear too, because I heard it!"
"Yeah, it was like EEEEYYAAAA--"
"Would you quit that, you're gonna scare all the birds away!"
Lockdown tilted his head again, teeth firmly clenched around his tongue and hands double-clenched around Prowl, who had begun to quiver in his lap. It was debatable whether he was gong to jump up and make a run for it, ensuring the need for therapy in every single one of those boyscouts. Lockdown didn't attempt to tell him what he saw: already the scout leader was looking back with an arrested look on his face, as though something horrible were just dawning on him due to the suspicious arrangement they had just left. The huge albino with the slender, forcibly silent Asian girl on his lap with a short, rather rumpled leather skirt on.
Lockdown looked over his shoulder and saluted him with a cheery grin that probably scared him more than anything. Then the young man turned and led his herd away, arguing happily about bears in Detroit forests. They let them get far, far away until they couldn't even hear the singing anymore, and Lockdown finally let out the breath he was holding, then looked with a budding grin at his shaking boyfriend.
"You good, baby bear?" he asked tauntingly, to which there was no immediate response.
"We are going to get arrested." Prowl said at last, tone petrified. Then looked up, eyes blank. "You are going to get me arrested."
"Ironic, ain't it."
Once they were properly disentangled and cleaned up (and calmed down) as best they could, Lockdown caught Prowl looking at him in an uncertain, almost-accusatory way, to which he cocked a brow.
"Wadn't my fault — I didn't know there was a path through here, I just thought it was unclaimed woods."
"You were awfully quick to think up that disguise," Prowl began appraisingly, in truth slightly impressed by his partner's cunning. Nonetheless, he managed to look aloof as he pulled his hair back. "Surely you aren't ashamed of me?"
"Aw darlin', that's the furthest thing from the truth." Lockdown trundled over and kissed him on the temple, one arm around his waist. "Hell, if I could, I'd mount you in the livin' room like a trophy."
"Romantic," Prowl gagged. He should have expected as much — or more, even, owing that the man cuffed him to a pipe as a courting ritual. Lockdown chuckled and jostled him a bit, one hand migrating to its now-customary place at his belt-loop.
"Naw, I just figure half those boys are dinkin' each other anyways, I thought I should show ‘em an alternative lifestyle. Lots'a guys out there are happy with women and ain't nothin' wrong with ‘em."
Prowl laughed out loud, mostly at Lockdown's utterly accepting and urbane tone, then sighed and leaned against him, smelling the nice medley of cologne, sweat, pine trees and something that was intrinsically Lockdown. Romp ended, they walked back to the house and went on with their daily lives, very grateful for the gullible nature of boyscout leaders and their spawn. Prowl did not begin to turn outrageous or fantasize about sex in the woods, but rather was content to take Lockdown up on most — but not all — of the adventures he offered, recovering from them most admirably for a man of his reserved nature.
When Torque picked up Lockdown's cell-phone and curiously asked who ‘BabyBear' was in his caller list, however, Prowl put a boot in his mouth and didn't sleep with him for three whole days.
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