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Should've walked away...	By : Jazzman Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Should've walked away...
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Oneshot story about just a taste of all the crazy stuff Sparkplug sees but doesn't mention ever again during his time on the Ark.

I don't own Transformers, Hasbro owns them. The Transformers own me.
Also, don't kill me.

Sparkplug already had the feeling it was going to be a strange night, all the bots that he normally hung out with were busy with something, and everyone else was just not acting like themselves.

He was walking down one of the halls to get to Wheeljack's lab when the sound of a struggle reached his ears. He looked around and started toward the sound, he readied himself to run in case it was the Decepticons and he had to alert the Autobots. He he crept to where the sounds were the loudest and peered around the corner, ready to sound the alarm when he saw who it was. The CMO had backed the Special Operations Saboteur into a wall. Sparkplug watched as they only stared at each other, the black and whites lips parted as the medic ran a thumb across them. Sparkplug watched as the saboteur's tongue lightly licked the digit. He then whimpered as the medic pushed his body hard against his, panting softly as the red hands slid up his sides.

Then Ratchet closed the last few inches and their mouths latched on to the others. Sparkplug could only watch as that turned into nothing more then a tongue fuck frenzy as the soft moaning reached his ears. He saw Jazz's hands come up this time, pulling his visor off and putting it into what they called subspace. Sparkplug blinked, not once thinking he had optics under there. He saw Ratchet press his groin against Jazz's stomach and gave a soft thrust. He saw Jazz's head fall back as that and the red hand pressing on his codpiece worked it's magic.

Sparkplug continued to watch, confused about everything he was seeing, what the hell was going on? He saw the two break apart, both panting as Ratchet's hands rested on the black and whites codpiece giving it a twist and pulling it off. A red hand wrapped itself around the warm pole, Jazz whimpered as their mouths came together again. Sparkplug almost felt his eyes pop out of his head at that new discovering... fifty foot robots with penises. Well, fifty foot alien robots with penises.

Precum began to ooze from the tip as the medic ran his hand up and down the length, letting it go to pull his own codpiece off. Ratchet broke their kiss to look at his mate, taking in the full view of his parted lips, his darkened optics and the coolant beginning to bead on his forehead. He captured both units between his hands holding them together as he gave his first thrust. Jazz nearly collapsed then atnd there at the sensation, it had been a while since they had last done this. He groaned and put his arms around his mate and pulled him closer latching their mouths together once more kissing him lovingly as their rods rubbed and bumped against each other.

Sparkplug could only stare, after all Ratchet was known for not being too friendly and Jazz was the friendliest bot out there. One was the recluse and the other the social butterfly. That and through many conversations that they had, Sparkplug was under the impression that considering his knack for getting damaged, Jazz was one of Ratchet's least favorite bots. Yet... here they were...

Jazz began to thrust back against him, it really had been too long since they had a moment to themselves. His breathing quickened as his interface began to jerk. Ratchet broke the kiss, running his tongue along the Porsche's jaw before licking down his throat tasting the coolant.

“Finish me off...” he whispered, making his mate look up at him. Ratchet nodded and he pulled his hands away and put them on his mates hips, about ready to turn him.

Sparkplug watched them, Jazz whispered something and Ratchet looked between them for a moment and smiled, Jazz looked back at him and they shared another soft kiss before Ratchet turned to his task at hand.

He smeared precum over the head of his cock, lubricating it and preparing it as his other hand; slick with fluid probed around the small recharge hole in his mates aft before a finger pushed inside. Jazz jerked, more fluid oozing out from the tip of his interface. Another finger was added and Jazz sagged back against the wall, groaning and moaning as his mates fingers thrust in an out slowly. “Come on Ratch.... finish me...” Jazz said again, this time loud enough that Sparkplug heard him.

Ratchet grunted and spread his partners thighs and stood between, Jazz slipped his arms around the medics neck and hooked his legs around the medics waist. Jazz was pushed against the wall as Ratchet reached down to position the head of his cock at the recharge hole, before moving his hand and shuddering as his mate sank down onto him. Ratchet adjusted his feet and pushed his mate higher up on the wall, dropping his head onto the Porsche's shoulder as he began to thrust slowly, drawing illicit whimpers from his mates throat. Jazz cried out softly as Ratchet pressed against him and trapped Jazz's erection between them, the organ getting rubbed between their frictioning bodies. Jazz began to whimper grinding his hips against Ratchet's, pulling himself up to thrust against him as he felt his climax building.

“Hn... fuck...” he groaned pressing his face against Ratchet shoulder, feeling his pleasure beginning to peak. One of Ratchets hands snaked between their bodies and grasped the jerking pole, squeezing it. Jazz whimpered and ground his teeth, releasing a strangled cry as cum spewed out the tip of his cock and he held onto the medic, his hips moving, working his climax. Ratchet kept up with his own thrusts, biting down on his partners neck as he felt the cum cover his hand as he wrung out every last drop, feeling his mate sagging against him as he worked his hips, knowing his orgasm was there.

The medic let him go, putting his head back grunting slowly rising in pitch as his thrust became irregular. Jazz hazily slipped a hand between them and gathered some of his cum on his fingers, smearing a part of it across his lips before licking it off. Ratchet looked at him, leaning in closer to lick the cum from his mates lips before extending his own tongue to steal the creamy fluid from it's place on the Porsche's tongue. It seemed that, that was all he needed. A small taste of his partners fluids to send him over the top. His face was screwed up in unimaginable release, hips slamming against his partners aft with each violent burst of ejaculate filling his mates below.

Ratchet drew out of his mate, groaning as Jazz kneeled and licked up every sign of their tryst on the medics body before Ratchet did the same for him. Both mechs then retrieved their codpieces and put them in place. Jazz produced his visor from subspace and slipped it back in place. Ratchet smiled and the pair shared one kiss as they joined hands and walked out from the hallway, Jazz limping slightly as the medic led him away.

Neither had noticed the human that was staring at the with a shocked expression on his face. Sparkplug rounded the corner into the hallway the two mechs had just been in. He looked down at his pants and turned a deep shade of red.

He had ejaculated without contact, just watching them was enough.

He grumbled and took the quickest route he knew to the human showers and a clean pair of boxers.
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