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Innocence

“Hey Bluestreak, whatcha doing?” Bumblebee asked as he slid through the opening door. He was in a little too much of a hurry, and the slight sound of his metal armor scraping the doors filled the room.

Bluestreak shifted and plopped his other leg up on his berth. He grinned at the younger mech as he slathered some wax on the armor there and began to spread it around. “Trying to make myself look good – just for you,” he said with a knowing wink.

The yellow mech blushed a bit, but the way Blue was sitting, with one leg hanging down and the other one draped on top of the berth was giving him a heck of a view. And the way Bluestreak was rubbing his hand in circular motions against his armor was sending shivers through his nets. His energy field pulsed brightly as his engine revved. He wished Blue wasn’t determined to ‘take his time’ in training him in every detail of eroticism. He wanted the mech to throw him down and show him everything all at once! But Blue wouldn’t. He said he wanted Bee to be sure. To be relaxed, only then would he take him all the way.

Bumblebee cursed his boyfriend in his meta. He knew the player’s reputation. Well, former player, that is. And the rumors about how ‘good’ he was on the berth filled him with want. Slag him! Slag him and Prime! For ever since that first day cycle that they’d come back to base hand-in-hand, and Optimus had dragged the two into his office. Drilling Bluestreak about potentially ‘hurting’ his adopted ‘son’, and forcing the ‘reformed player’ to promise to do nothing too fast.. Things had gone very slow between them.

Yes, the ‘lessons’ about proper deep kissing that went on for astrohours were wonderful. The dates where they danced and hung out all night long – he wouldn’t change for the entire Universe. The looks of jealousy from all those gorgeous mechs as he walked by, hand-in-hand with one of their former ‘casual bonding buds’ – was to off line for! But Bumblebee was longing for more.. For the experienced mech to really start to ‘teach’ him! Heck, his spark had just reached maturity. And he so desperately wanted to know what all the fuss about bonding was really about.

“Cybercat got your glossa?” Bluestreak purred. He was almost done with the spreading of the wax, whipping out a soft buffing rag; he casually laid it across his thigh while he covered the last little inch of his leg armor with the wax.

Bumblebee was swooning. The sweet smell of the fresh wax assailing his olfactory sensors at the same time his optics were going nuts over just watching the mech. “Um, no,” his optics fell on the rag laying just so across that beautiful thigh. “Would you like me to do the buffing?” he offered in a hopeful tone. It’d give him an excuse to touch that exquisite armor. To feel the warmth of the mech’s energy field… He couldn’t help it; he licked his lips in anticipation.

Bluestreak studied the younger mech. The virgin mech’s emotions so easy for his practiced optics to read. True, he’d taken things a whole lot slower in this relationship than he’d originally planned to. But that implied threat of Optimus’s hung heavy over his head. Well, perhaps it was time to advance things just a touch further? To teach the kid some really fun stuff?! He liked that idea. Grabbing the rag, he tossed it in a casual manner to him. “Sure, I’ll just work on spreading it on another area while you buff. Get it done twice as fast!” he joked - Making sure to act as if he hadn’t noticed the lust in the young mech’s optics.

Bumblebee almost missed catching the rag as he stared at Bluestreak in shock. He was going to get to run his hands all over him! He almost dropped the rag in his excitement. Twisting it nervously in his hands, he walked over to Bluestreak. Swallowing hard, he fought to control his emotions, his want. His optics roved hungrily over the mech sitting in front of him.

Oh, was this going to be fun! Bluestreak thought mischievously. Sliding his wax covered leg off the berth, he nodded to Bee. “Just sit up here; I’ll just lay my leg across your lap. It’ll make it easier,” he said in an offhanded manner. He had to fight not to chuckle, for the younger mech was actually vibrating in anticipation and didn’t even realize it! His energy field pulsed strongly around Blue, telling the alert mech that he could talk the kid into pretty much anything right now.

“Oh, ok,” Bee said as casually as he could. The sound of Blue’s armor sliding against the berth as he moved sent a surge coursing through his power grid.

Sitting down, he shivered in excited anticipation as Blue nonchalantly plopped his wax covered leg across his lap. He glanced up for a second. Relaxing as he noticed that Blue’s attention was now fixed on spreading the wax on his chest and abdominal armor. Bee vibrated a touch more as he couldn’t help but squeak a little in excitement. This was about as erotic as a human male having a stripper in his lap – well, according to the jokes that the two teens boys were always snickering about!

Turning his attention to the leg across his lap, Bee began the slow circular buffing strokes. He almost added his own fluids to the job as he gulped down some of the lubricant ‘saliva’ that seemed to be flowing profusely into his mouth. Geeze was Blue hot! He silently thought. Starting at the mech’s foot, he slowly worked his way up. The armor gleaming like cut diamonds as he finished each section. Oh, that firm thigh. With hydraulics so powerful that he could probably squeeze the very energon out of a mech when he wrapped them around him! Bumblebee’s optics seemed to cloud over slightly, his fingers trembling as he buffed even higher up.

The back of his hand grazed Bluestreak’s codpiece. He couldn’t help it; he actually sucked in air swiftly as he did it. Glancing up quickly he eyed Blue. The mech was now engrossed in spreading wax on his shoulder armor. Building up his nerve, Bumblebee grazed his codpiece again.

“Make sure to get inbetween the seams there,” Bluestreak said. His voice was low and seductive, his optics gleaming in mischief.

Blushing, Bumblebee nodded. He should’ve known that he couldn’t hide his want from the mech. Bluestreak was too damned experienced to fool when it came to pleasure and passion. “Um, real deep in the seam?” he stammered. His optics shimmered in excitement.

Bluestreak reclined against the wall at the head of his berth. He grinned as he spread his legs slightly further so that he provided a better angle for Bee to get the buffing rag further into the crease. “Yep, real deep,” he said with a matching gleam in his optics.

Bumblebee chewed on his lower lip as he slipped his fingers and the rag into the crease. Into the region that metal tended to rub against metal. He actually squealed a bit as his audios caught the sound of Blue’s rpms going a little higher. The normally highly controlled mech letting his own passion show! He buffed just a little harder, his optics staring at the reclined mech’s codpiece. He so wanted to unlatch that. Force Blue to bond with him! But he knew the mech would stop him. Tell him that they had plenty of time, that there were so many other things to learn first.

“Mmmm, you’re good at getting in there,” Blue purred, his engines going into a higher idle. “But the wax on the rest of me is starting to dry.”

“Oh, I’m, um, sorry I got … sidetracked,” Bee said with an awkward gulp. Peeling his optics away from that codpiece, he slid off the berth as Blue moved his leg. Blue moved so that he had both legs on the berth and was lying down, a smile on his face as he waited for Bee to get to work. Damn! He looked hot lying there like that! And that gleam in those blue optics as they watched him watching him – told Bee with certainty that Blue knew this was teasing the spark out of him! But he wasn’t going to complain by any means. So leaning over Blue, he began to buff his hood.

“Ah, a little lower. I think you missed a spot,” Bluestreak purred as he shifted slightly under Bee’s buffing hands.

Bee glanced up at him, really not believing that he was actually going to buff down there. But Blue just gave him a knowing smile. His engine humming in desire, Bumblebee moved his hands down and began to buff Blue’s codpiece.

Blue moaned, arching slightly against his hands. Bee became bolder, his strokes firmer. Perhaps this was THE night?!? He thought to himself. Maybe Blue couldn’t handle the abstinence any longer. He slid his fingers along the seam, wanting to get his fingertips under, find the latch.

Suddenly, Blue moved away. Swinging his legs over the side of the berth, he grinned at the pouting expression on Bee’s face as the mech registered the fact that Blue wasn’t allowing him to go further. The youngster looked so hot when he pouted. “You did a good job Bee! Told you that it would take half the time if we worked together!” he chuckled as he patted the downcast mech on the shoulder armor. Nodding to the berth, he grabbed the rag from Bee’s hand. “Now you get up there and let’s work together to get you polished,” he ordered.

Glumly, Bumblebee climbed up on the berth and began to coat himself with wax. The freager was going to make him wait – again! Frag him – and frag Prime for threatening him! Bee was beginning to wonder if he’d stay a virgin forever. Getting his front half thoroughly coated, he laid down as Blue began the buffing process. His sullen expression showed his internal thoughts for all to see.

The gray mech smirked as he saw the youth pout and turn his head away from him. Boy, was the kid in for a surprise tonight! He snickered to himself. Working his way up the mech’s legs, he stopped right as his hands made it to his thighs. Bending down, he kissed Bee’s feet and ran his glossa slowly up his lower leg.

Bumblebee gasped as he trembled violently, his engine racing. “Blue?” he moaned as he looked down.

Blue lifted his head, going right back to buffing. “See kid, you’ve got to learn some patience,” he chuckled. Waiting until Bee’s engine slowed back down to a high idle, he grinned devilishly as he considered his next move. The buffing rag was now at the kid’s codpiece, sliding over it just so…

Sure enough, Bee arched up into his hands with a squeal of excitement. His engine roaring so loud that it was almost deafening! “Please Blue!” he gasped.

Blue clucked and stopped his hands. “I told you, you need to learn some control over yourself,” he chuckled. Again, he waited for the mech to cool down a bit, but he could tell from the hum, that Bee’s engine was now idling at a tad higher rpm. Moving his hands to that beautiful abdominal armor, he continued slowly buffing as he bent over and kissed the mech’s codpiece. Running his glossa slowly over it…

His entire chassis trembled, but Bee managed to keep his engine from red lining this time. He only shot up to five thousand this time. Gasping, he forced it back down to a high idle. “Like that?” he asked breathlessly, his intakes sucking in air as his internal temperature soared.

Lifting his head, Blue went back to buffing. “You’re getting the idea,” he purred. His fingers and the soft rag slipped into Bee’s headlights. His fingers ran lightly along the edges, eliciting moans of pleasure from the young mech. “I bet you didn’t know your headlights were so sensitive?” he purred.

“N… No,” Bee gasped as he tried to control himself. Concentrating hard, he kept his rpms from skyrocketing again. This control thing was hard! So very fraggin’ hard! But it felt so damned good…

“Turn over,” Bluestreak ordered. He grinned as the trembling mech awkwardly turned over. It’d been so long since he’d really trained a young mech, he’d forgotten how truly rewarding the task was. Licking his lips, he allowed his optics to gleam with his own want now that Bee couldn’t see him. The youth had such a nice rump. His tailpipes were beautiful. Blue’s spark pulsed in excitement. Grabbing the wax, he forced himself to calm down. Tonight was Bee’s night to overload – not his. He’d get that soon enough.

Spreading the wax over Bee’s backside and down his legs, Blue enjoyed the mech’s moans of pleasure as he worked his way up him with the rag. Here and there, he’d stop and enjoy the taste of the freshly waxed mech. Nibbling the backs of his knees. Then along the middle of his back armor.. With a mischievous grin, he bent down and swiped his glossa along his aft armor.

This elicited almost a scream for the excited young mech. His entire chassis vibrated. His bolts rattling as he shook. “Please Blue, I want to…” he gasped as he stretched his arms up and curled his fingertips around the edge of the berth. His hydraulic pressure was so high, that it was almost painful as he squeezed them.

“Spread your legs,” Bluestreak purred the order. His hands lightly petting Bee’s aft armor as the trembling mech spread his legs. “Lock your toes over the edge of the berth,” Blue ordered.

“Are we going to?” Bee gasped as he did as Blue ordered. His whole chassis seemed to be vibrating in anticipation, his spark pulsing like a wild cybercat trying to escape. He wanted to bond so bad..

Bluestreak grinned as he slipped his fingertips under Bee’s codpiece. The mech almost seemed to spasm as the soft click of the latches could be heard. “Nope, I’m going to teach you something almost as good,” he purred seductively. The latches unlocked, and he carefully took the codpiece off. Bee’s tight little port looked so beautiful. So inviting.. Every time the youngster trembled, Blue could see the unit quiver. Damn would that feel so good around his bonding cable! Shaking his head, he calmed his thoughts down again. Bee had to be prepped. The walls of his receiver unit had to be softened. To be stretched slightly. Then it wouldn’t hurt him when they eventually bonded. And of all things, Blue never wanted to cause him any pain!

“Please Blue,” Bee begged even as his chassis arched in response to Blue’s soft caress against his exposed nets.

“We can’t yet. You’ve got to be prepped. But you’ll really enjoy it, I promise,” the gray mech explained softly. Running his fingers over the kid’s nets and closed port, he sighed. Heck, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to as badly. But Bee was young. And there were things he had to learn first. “Open your port,” he ordered softly.

Tensing in anticipation, Bee opened his port covering for Blue. Shifting, Blue climbed up on the berth in between the yellow legs. Bee’s engine rpms shot up into the red as he turned his head and watched the mech from the corner of his optic.

“Now Bee, you’ve got to control yourself. Don’t let your rpms shoot up until I tell you too,” Blue purred. He laid his hand on Bee’s pert rump, waiting for the mech to regain control of his systems. Bee felt overly warm, like he was overheating a bit. “Cool yourself down Bee, I won’t continue until you do,” Blue informed him.

“It’s.. so .. hard,” Bumblebee gasped. The heady smell of the fresh wax on their armor.. The sensation of Blue’s leg armor rubbing the insides of his own legs.. That hand gently rubbing his aft, so teasing close to his open port. How did Blue think he would react?!? It was just – too much. But as the astrominutes ticked by and the mech didn’t move, he began to regain some control.

Blue slid his fingers underneath his own codpiece, coating them with lubricant. Pulling them out, he traced the rim of Bee’s receiving port. “I want you to concentrate on not moving. On keeping your systems out of the red,” he purred as the yellow mech whimpered and trembled in anticipation.

The mech’s engine choked a bit as Blue slid the tip of his smallest digit inside him. Stopping there, Blue waited until Bee relaxed, his receiver unit loosening up a bit. Gasping for breath, Bee strove to cool his overheating systems down. But that digit in there.. Blue’s other hand on his rump… It felt so damned good!

“I’ve got to stretch you. Don’t worry,” Blue purred as he leaned over the gasping mech and kissed the back of his neck, “I’ll go real slowly.”

Bee whimpered in excitement, his hydraulic pressure so high that his legs were vibrating as he kept them locked around the edge of the berth. He shivered as Blue moved back down, tracing his glossa along his back as he went. He felt the swipe of that warm glossa against his port entrance. That little digit moved slowly in-and-out, spreading the lubricant within him. His internal sensors sent waves of electrical impulses racing through his nets. Slamming the side of his helm back down on the berth, Bee started to shake terribly as his systems reacted.

“Control yourself little Bee,” Blue whispered in between licks. He knew he was pushing the kid in trying to make him control himself. But Bumblebee had to learn. Or he’d get damaged when they actually did bond. He did not progress any further until Bee’s systems calmed down.

“I’m .. good..” Bee gasped as he got his systems barely down within proper operating parameters. His engine was actually humming in synch with Blue’s finger. That wonderful little digit running in-and-out of him, stimulating sensors that he never knew he had before.

Blue swiped a little more lubricant onto his fingers. Pressing the one back inside the tight port, he rubbed Bee’s aft with his other hand. “Relax Bee, I’m going to insert a second,” he purred. Predictably, the young mech tensed at first. Blue just waited for him to calm down, accept the idea, relax, so that he could do it.

Carefully, Blue slid the second digit along his first. Bee gasping as his port opening was stretched. But it was a slow stretch, so it wasn’t painful. It sent shivers of total ecstasy running through his internal sensors though. He couldn’t help but tense slightly as they slid in further, touching even more sensors he was unaware of. His engine shot up in rpms in response. Moaning, he buried his head against the berth, as he arched up his rump, wanting more.

Boy, he had a grip in there! Blue thought as the yellow mech tightened up so much around his two digits that he wondered if he’d ever get them back. But then the shivering mech calmed down and forced himself to relax into it. The way he arched his rump up, his actions begging for yet deeper penetration, caused Blue’s energy field to flux wildly. This kid was going to be a demon on the berth once he was trained! Sliding his two fingers in and out of the tight opening, Blue grinned as the young mech started to buck slightly in synch with the movement. He was truly a ‘natural’.

Without warning him this time, Blue waited for him to thrust his hips back into his fingers again. He slid a third digit tightly against his first two, all three going into the tight hole, stretching it yet further. The young mech yelped a little at the intensity of the sensation, but didn’t stop his bucking motion. His port widened and stretched to allow the wider penetration.

Blue decided that this was enough stretching for this session, and it was time for the youngster to experience his first true overload. Sliding up the mech’s back, he kept his three fingers within him, as he moved his other arm upwards so that he could support himself. “Stay still Bee, and don’t worry about controlling your systems anymore – ok?” he purred in his audio.

Nibbling on the mech’s sensitive horn, he began to dry hump him. His fingers going in-and-out in perfect synch with his own hips movements. He began to wiggle his fingertips when they were at their deepest point within the tight port.

Bee began to gyrate beneath him. His moans getting louder and louder.. He couldn’t help but to raise his rump slightly as Blue’s hips and fingers slammed into it. His entire chassis seemingly desperate to merge as one with the gray mech. Blue moved his lips to his neck as he increased his rate of movement, the mech’s engine running hard. That tight port felt so good around his fingers. Biting down on Bee’s shoulder armor, he fought to control his own systems as the yellow mech’s energy field seemed to spasm.

The young mech screamed for him to go faster, to go in further. His tight little rump rising up to meet Blue’s codpiece with every thrust.. His port greedily taking in those fingers.. Lubricant flowed freely down the insides of his thighs. Then in a sudden pulse of his energy field, the youngster collapsed on the berth. His systems shutting down in the intense overload…

With another kiss to his back armor, Blue pulled his fingers out and slid off him. Turning him on his side, he kissed his still lips. “You just don’t know how much you really drive me crazy kid,” he purred…

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