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Innocence	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 5861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hard Up

“Good night,” Bluestreak said with a final tender kiss.

Bumblebee shuddered against him, not really wanting to let go. But he really was fragged! These late nights out coupled with the early morning starts on shift, were pushing his defrag programs to the max. But he wouldn’t change things for the Universe! “You wanna come in? Stay the night?” he asked in a tired and pleading voice.

Smiling sadly, the gray mech traced his cheek with a soft finger. “I would Bee, but I couldn’t stand to lay next to you and not.. well… It’s just not a good idea until you’re ready,” he said.

“It’s because of freagin’ Prime isn’t it?!? Isn’t it!” Bee pulled away, pouting and angry all at once. He glared up at Blue, his optics full of indignant tears. “Can’t you see that I’m ready too?” he sobbed. He wanted Blue so much. He wanted to bond so badly..

Blue stroked the side of his helm. “Even if Prime hadn’t threatened me, I’d have still taken it slow Bee. You mean more to me than a quick thrill. I don’t want to chance ripping you. Hurting you,” he said softly. Bending down, he kissed the young mech again. “Tomorrow night I’ll teach you more, I promise you’ll love it!” he purred.

Bee chewed on his lower lip. He couldn’t bring himself to really be mad at Blue. The mech loved him. The mech wanted him as much as he wanted him. But it was so – frustrating! This slow training and physical prepping for actual bonding! “I’m sorry Blue,” he sobbed as frustrated tears rolled down his face. “But when will I be ready? When?” he pleaded.

“A few week cycles at the least,” Blue answered. “But the lessons will be even better each time,” he promised. With a final kiss, he nodded for the young mech to go inside. “You’re fragged, go inside and rest,” he softly ordered.

Bumblebee turned to go in the opening door, but before it could shut he turned around and stopped it with his hand. “Blue?” he called softly.

Blue turned around and stopped for a second. “Yep?”

“Um, I love you Blue. I really, really do,” Bee said.

Joy filled Bluestreak at his words. He finally had a mech that loved him. That wanted a relationship with him! “I love you too kid,” he replied with a warm smile.

Blowing him a kiss, the young mech went inside his quarters. Blue was left to watch the door slide shut between them. With a happy sigh, he trotted down the hall.

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Heading towards the wash bays, Bluestreak grinned mischievously. All of these dates and ‘training sessions’ with Bee were starting to drive him to glitches.. He was becoming desperate for some release.. Or he’d lose control and bond with the sexy mech way too soon. And he was truly an expert in the realm of self-pleasuring. So he knew exactly where to go for some privacy!

Getting to the wash facility, he scanned around him. Yep, just like he figured, not a mech in sight at this time of night. Punching his access codes in, he entered and made a bee-line to the very last bay. Sliding in, he shut the door behind him. Punching the codes in, he relaxed as the bay filled with warm soapy spray.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned as he unlatched his codpiece and activated his bonding cable. It unrolled and began to pressurize immediately. Putting one arm against the bay’s wall, he enjoyed the wonderful sensation of the soft warm bubbles gliding over his chassis. The warmth sliding over his exposed cable.

He shuddered as he surrounded his cable with his other hand. The slick soapy surface making lubricant unnecessary… Sliding his hand down its length, he moaned as he played with his own tip. Flicking it seductively with his fingertips as he shifted his legs to stand more firmly… Primus, he needed this.. He so needed it.

As he began to stroke himself, daydreams and fantasies began to flood his meta…

…… “Like this?” Bumblebee asked as he flicked his glossa along the length of his shaft. His blue optics gleamed in desire as he watched Blue shudder and shake under his touch.

“Primus yes!” Blue moaned as he threw his head back. His helm smashing into the gravel covered ground. It felt so good… That glossa flicking over his pressurized cable.. The youngster was incredible!

“But what about this?” the yellow mech purred. Surrounding the thick cable with his mouth, he sucked it down his throat. His glossa danced over its shaft as he created an almost vacuum-like pressure.

Bluestreak couldn’t speak. He could do nothing more than scream his pleasure. The beautiful mech’s face pressed against his armor… His cable disappearing down his throat... He began to gyrate as the mech moved his head. Those sensitive cables going in-and-out.. Rubbing those soft lips.. Caressed by that wonderful glossa…

But then Bee pulled away. Grinning at Blue, he turned and bent over. His codpiece off.. His pert little port already open.. Already dripping with lubricant… “Do it Blue, Please,” he purred – almost pleadingly. His own fingers going in-and-out of himself.. Trying to show Blue that he was ready…

Blue moaned with want as he watched those fingers disappear into that tight little port. He knew how good it would feel around him. He wanted it. He wanted Bee. Moving forward, he placed one hand on that nice rump, positioning himself with his other hand. Sliding in slowly.. The port so tight.. Bee trembling.. Screaming in pleasure as he arched up.. Begging for more..

Blue began to move in-and-out slowly.. Gently.. Not wanting to damage that beautiful little port. But Bee slammed his hips back into him. Forcing him to go faster and faster. Begging for him to thrust harder… deeper… Blue couldn’t stop himself. His circuits were overheating.. overloading from the pleasure stimuli… Gasping, he shut down and slumped to the floor…….

…. The alarms began to go off one at a time in his meta. Blue registered the fact that the warm soapy water was still washing over him as he sat slumped on the concrete floor of the wash bay. Shaking his helm slightly, he activated his optics, watching in macabre fascination as the evidence of his self-interfacing swirled down the drain.

“He, he, he, guess I can tell Prime that you’re following his order?” Ironhide’s amused chuckle filled the wash bay.

Frag it! He’d been busted! Bluestreak looked up in shock. The soapy water streaming down his face just adding to his comedic appearance… “You freager! How long have you been standing there?!?” he growled as he tried to regain at least some of his dignity.

Ironhide smirked as he offered his hand. “Long enough to know that you haven’t bonded with the kid yet,” he joked. He cocked his head in curiosity as he met the gray mech’s optics. “I must say I’m impressed though. Didn’t think a player like you could refrain from it for this long,” he said.

Bluestreak struggled to his feet, his systems still reeling a bit from the intensity of his self-induced overload. “Ya, well, I’m not doing this just for physical satisfaction - though Optimus doesn’t believe me,” he said in a sullen voice.

Patting the mech on his shoulder armor, Ironhide gave him an appraising look. “Well, I believe you now,” he said in a serious tone.

“Thank Primus someone does!” the mech grinned. Then he tilted his head and looked at Ironhide’s dirty armor. “Well, since you’re in here already. I’ll power spray you – if you’ll do me,” Bluestreak offered.

“Just put that away, and you have a deal,” Ironhide chuckled as he nodded to Bluestreak’s still extended, but depressurized, bonding cable.

“Still not into mechs – hmmm?” Bluestreak snickered as he retracted his cable and latched his codpiece.

“Never have been – never will be,” the red mech joked.

“Too bad. I know a certain Tracks is now in need of a date,” the gray mech smirked. Picking up the nozzle, he began to power spray Ironhide’s filthy armor.

“Well, if his old bonding bud hadn’t found a particular yellow youngster – he wouldn’t be hard up – now would he?” Ironhide joked back. Turning around, he grimaced as the mech blasted the grime off his back armor.

“Nope, but I wouldn’t change a thing…” Bluestreak grinned. No, he wouldn’t change a thing…

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