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Note: This will be chapter 34 in my story 'Old World Rescue' on my fanfiction.net account... Enjoy. It gets juicier with every chapter. No pain, just pure romantic 'first' love and 'first' bonding...

Innocence

“It’s beautiful out here don’t ya think?” Bluestreak said. Leaning back, he balanced his weight onto his elbows and stared out over the desert landscape. Dampening his optics a bit from the flickering of the dying campfire, he stared up at the stars. Briefly, he considered how much longer they would stay on this planet. How much longer it would be before he roamed the Cosmos again. Honestly, he really liked it here on Earth. As a ground mech he longed for the press of gravity against him, the feel of solidity under his spinning tires. And boy! Did the humans make some killer roads for mechs like him!

The yellow mech sitting beside him pulled his optics off the sleeping forms of their human friends and scanned the darkness. In truth, he was still a bit nervous about being out in the open like this, but with his sidekick next to him he knew he was safe. Bluestreak was the best sharpshooter amongst the Earth-bound Autobots, and his sensitive audios could pick up danger from clicks away. “Guess so,” he agreed.

For once, Bluestreak was silent for a long while. His meta seemed to be focused on thoughts far away from where they were. But in reality, his overactive meta was running through all that had happened since that morning. Every little detail that seemed to indicate that Daniel’s God had actually listened to him. Maybe it was all just a coincidence, but the mech was really wondering if that was truly possible.

Bumblebee smiled, he really did like the gray mech. He’d always kind’ve liked him, even though he’d periodically gotten totally sick of the constant banter. Just like everyone else it seemed. But Bluestreak had proven what his spark was made of since the attack yesterday. He had proven that he’d really do anything for a friend. So even though his meta always seemed to be in overdrive, Bumblebee found himself even more attracted to him now.

Thinking back to the day cycle that he and the two boys had been peeping Toms and had watched Bluestreak and the other notorious ‘players’ having that orgy, Bumblebee felt his engines slightly rev. He brought up the image of what Bluestreak had been doing with Jazz. The flicks of his glossa along various parts of the other mech’s chassis… The moans of abandon that Jazz had vocalized as he arched up into Bluestreak’s touch.. Bee’s core temperature began to rise. Strange sensations began to flicker over his networks.

Bluestreak’s sensitive audios picked up the sound of Bee’s higher rpms. Glancing next to him, he noticed that the mech was glowing a little warmer in the infrared spectrum. Was he beginning another Memory Echo? He thought with a touch of concern. “You ok Bee?” he softly asked.

His shade darkened into a deep blush of embarrassment. “Um, no, I’m ok,” he stammered. Driving the erotic images of Bluestreak from his meta, Bumblebee turned his head away from Bluestreak, and pretended to be scanning the landscape.

The gray mech was too experienced and too much of a player to be fooled though. Something was up with his young friend and he was concerned. Bee’s energy field was fluctuating wildly, pulsing against his. Reaching over, he put a hand on the yellow shoulder and tried to force Bee to look at him. “No, seriously, if something’s wrong you can tell me,” he said.

Bee kept his head turned, his optics falling to the ground. He just couldn’t bear to look up. To look in those beautiful optics.. All he’d see would be the gray mech’s glossa all over Jazz’s chassis. The knowledgeable ‘player’ eliciting moans and screams of pleasure with such ease. The strange tingling within his nets was becoming stronger. His spark leaping at the erotic visions in his meta. But there was no way the attractive mech would be interested in him. He could, did, have any single mech he wanted to for ‘fun’. Why would he even consider looking at a young mech who was just coming into spark maturity? A mech who hadn’t even had his first real kiss, much less anything else! “It’s nothing, really,” he stammered.

Something was definitely up with Bumblebee. He’d never not met his optics before! He was almost acting – bashful. Bluestreak’s optics widened as he considered the younger mech’s actions. His vast experience in the field of eroticism and flirtation helped him to easily put two-and-two together. The youngling’s spark is mature enough, and something he’s thinking about is causing arousal! Bluestreak silently concluded.

Realizing that since he’d agreed to be Bumblebee’s sidekick and to protect him from any further assaults from stray Seekers that he’d probably need to be the youngster’s confidante. Heck, he could discuss ANY topic couldn’t he! And if anyone was an ‘expert’ in the bonding realm, it was him. Smiling, Bluestreak shifted so that he faced Bumblebee fully. Patting him on his shoulder armor, he chuckled a bit. “You’re getting mature, aren’t you?” he asked in a soft and understanding tone.

At his words, Bumblebee’s blush deepened. It was bad enough that he was starting to think about bonding all the time. But now it appeared that his thoughts were becoming obvious to those around him. Fraggers! Now he was going to have to deal with the same teasing from his fellow Autobots that he’d watched Cliffjumper endure. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he merely nodded.

Bluestreak saw his nod. In excitement, he put his arm around the trembling mech and gave him a friendly squeeze. “Ah, there’s nothing to be ashamed about little Bee. We all go through it,” he chuckled.

Bumblebee dared to lift his optics, to meet the gray mech’s optics. “But I can’t keep my thoughts on work, you know,” he stammered.

Squeezing his shoulder in an understanding way, Blue nodded. “Thinking about bonding all the time? Yep, I remember doing the same myself,” he chuckled “funny thing is that that problem never quite stopped for me.”

“So.. So it’s normal to be stuck on it?” Bee whispered in disbelief.

“Yep, totally. That’s how you know your spark’s mature,” he explained. Removing his arm from around Bee’s shoulders now that the ‘ice’ was broken on the awkward topic, Bluestreak crossed his legs and looked at Bee. “I remember when Smokescreen and I were the worse peeping toms that Cybertron had ever seen. We just couldn’t get enough. We tried to spy on EVERYONE!” he snickered.

“Tried?” Bumblebee asked. He was secretly glad that Bluestreak had been a peeping tom too. Maybe he’d understand Bee and the boys watching him. Maybe he wouldn’t get ticked about it?

Bluestreak was now rolling in quite laughter as he brought up the memory files. “Yep, we tried watching Ironhide and Chromia one time. Big mistake,” he snickered.

“Why?” Bee asked. He was now really curious as to what had happened.

“Ironhide spotted us. He and Chromia chased us halfway across Cybertron! And you don’t want to know what that femme did to us when they caught us. Femme’s are MEAN!” he said with tears of laughter rolling down his face.

“Oh,” the yellow mech replied. He’d have to hear that story in full some day cycle.

Suddenly, Bluestreak’s laughter ceased and he locked Bee’s optics with a strange seriousness in his. “So, have you started peeping yet?” he asked. If the mech was just thinking about it, and not trying to spy on others, his spark might not be completely mature – just almost mature. There was a big difference.

Bumblebee blushed and looked down in shame.

“So you have? Good!” Bluestreak chuckled.

Surprised at the jolly response, Bee dared to look up.

“So who’ve you spied on? Anything interesting going on? Fetishes?” Bluestreak asked with a conspiratorial tone in his voice. He always loved to hear what other mechs were doing.

“Um,” Bumblebee stammered, still not really able to admit that it was Blue himself he had spied on.

“Oh come-on! I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” Bluestreak whispered, A mischievous gleam in his blue optics.

His optics glued to the ground, Bee knew he’d have to tell the truth. Bluestreak could spot another bullslogger a click away. “Well, um, you,” he stammered.

Bluestreak’s mouth dropped open in surprise. He had always prided himself on keeping his activities somewhat out-of-sight. But obviously he and the other ‘players’ had been relatively easy for the yellow mech to not only track – but to spy on as well. It really didn’t bother him that the youngster had seen him, just that he and the others hadn’t spotted him spying. “Well, got to give you credit, you sure are a sneaky fragger,” he chuckled after he got over the initial shock.

“You… You mean you’re not mad?!?” Bumblebee stammered in shock as he lifted his optics.

“Why should I be? Heck, we all do at your stage,” the gray mech chuckled.

His laidback manner in talking about the subject made Bumblebee relax. He became bolder. Asking the mech a multitude of questions which concerned bonding; questions which he had not dared utter to any mech before. But this was his sidekick. This was his buddy. And heck, Bluestreak just LOVED to talk about any subject! So they discussed it late into the night.

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“So, do you have any more questions?” Bluestreak asked him. He glanced over at the yellow mech, a warm smile on his face.

Bumblebee mulled it over. There was one question that had always driven him to glitches. And now that he was ‘spark mature’ – it was even more pressing. “So why don’t you have a bond mate, Blue? I mean, you’re one of the best looking mechs around!” he asked.

The mech’s mood underwent a swift change. Sadness filled his optics. “Because no one can handle my freagin’ overactive meta – that’s why!” he said sullenly. Turning his head, he looked over the forlorn landscape. “If I could change my base programming I would. But I can’t,” his voice was now bitter.

His swift change of mood shocked Bumblebee. Obviously this was a topic that really hurt the gray mech. But it almost sounded like he was – lonely. Yes, lonely! The yellow mech couldn’t believe his audios. Here was a mech who could get any of the single mechs to overload with him any time he wanted – and he was actually lonely! “You’re lonely?!?’ Bee exclaimed in disbelief.

Bluestreak nodded, keeping his optics scanning the landscape. “You’ll learn, Bee, you’ll learn. You could bond and overload every cycle, but if there’s no attachment, no love – it means nothing but physical satisfaction. And that feels so hollow and worthless after a while,” he said with a sad sigh.

He stayed silent for a few astrominutes as he mulled over the gray mech’s words. So Bluestreak had always secretly longed for an actual relationship? He found no true satisfaction with those gorgeous mechs he overloaded with for fun? Would he.. Would he consider dating Bee? Chewing on his lower lip, Bee tried to build his courage to ask him. He really did like the mech. And now that he’d gotten used to the constant talking, it wasn’t that bad. “Um, Blue?” he asked softly.

Looking over at the youngling, Blue realized that he might’ve heaped too much of his personal disappointments onto the mech. “I’m sorry Bee, I didn’t mean to go into all that. You’ll be fine. You’ll find someone pretty quick,” he forced himself to smile warmly. It wasn’t Bee’s fault that Blue couldn’t find a steady relationship.

“But Blue?” Bee said softly. His beautiful blue optics glimmered in the darkness as he locked them with Bluestreak’s.

“What?” he replied.

“Well, um, I know I’m not gorgeous and, um, experienced like those other mechs you hang with,” Bee said haltingly.

“Don’t sell yourself short Bee, you ARE cute. And don’t let anyone convince you otherwise!” Bluestreak stated as he cut him off.

Bee shook his head. “It’s not that. Um, I was wondering if you’d, um, be interested in dating – me?” his temperature had skyrocketed as he had said that. His nets stretched to the breaking point with his fear of rejection. Of the mech saying no..

Bluestreak’s jaw dropped, and he looked at Bee in shock. “You’re… You’re serious!?!” he stammered in disbelief.

Bumblebee blushed, looking down, he fidgeted nervously. “Uh, ya,” he answered. Had he been too bold? Read too much into what Bluestreak had said? Anxiety filled him, but it mixed with a strange glow of excitement. There was a chance – a chance – that the mech would say ‘yes’!

The gray mech shifted his chassis, rising up from the ground and curling his legs under him as he moved so close to Bumblebee that the young mech could feel his heat radiating off of him. Putting a finger under Bumblebee’s chin, he gently forced the young mech to meet his optics. “You really want to date a player like me?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, um, if you’re not going to be a player anymore,” Bumblebee said with a hopeful smile on his face. Bluestreak WAS interested in him!! He was! His spark leapt in joy.

“I never wanted to be one in the first place,” Blue replied. He cocked his helm, his optics still wide in disbelief. “So it’s a deal then little bud?” he almost sounded like he was pleading with Bumblebee to say ‘yes’.
Bumblebee beamed in happiness. “Yes – yes it’s a deal!” he exclaimed as he dove forward and surrounded the mech with his arms. Pressing his chassis against him, tears of joy rolled down his face as his friend wrapped his arms around his vibrating frame.

They held each other for a long while, neither one quite believing that the other one had said yes. But both feeling the same happiness; the same warmth which rolled through their cores… Slowly, they parted, looking into each other’s optics.

Bluestreak ran a hand tenderly along Bumblebee’s jawline, still not quite believing that this young mech wanted a possible relationship. He’d seen him with the other players. The orgies of abandon that the single mechs involved themselves in… But yet, he still wanted him. He felt no jealousy for what Bluestreak had been. Yes, HAD been! For if there was even a shot that a mech would eventually want him as bond mate – he’d quit playing the field immediately. Because that’s what Bluestreak had always longed for. Someone to simply call his own…

“You’re gorgeous Bee,” he softly whispered. His engines revved as he looked at the young mech. The starlight glinting off the shiny yellow armor, the innocence in those wonderful optics. He promised himself he’d go slow with this young mech. He didn’t care if it took several Earth months before he actually bonded with him. Before he shared his spark with him.. It didn’t matter. For he wanted something much deeper than that – he wanted love.

Bumblebee’s spark leapt at his words. The gray mech actually thought HE was gorgeous! His rpms shot up, his entire chassis beginning to vibrate. He wanted Blue to throw him down, to do all those things he’d seen him doing to Jazz. The want filled him. His energy field expanding rapidly… “Th.. Thanks. Um, you too,” he stammered, unsure as to how he should approach the gray mech with how he was feeling.

Bluestreak easily saw the signs of an aroused, yet inexperienced mech. But he knew it was too soon for that. Ignoring his own excited spark, he smiled at the young mech as he traced his lips. “Calm down Bee. We’ve got plenty of time ahead of us for that,” he whispered softly.

The yellow mech got a downcast look, pouting as he looked at Bluestreak. His engines dropped to idle, and tears filled his optics.

Geeze he looked gorgeous like that! Bluestreak thought as his optics roamed over the pouting mech’s chassis. It would be so easy to take him now. He was so willing, so excited. But.. But there was so much he needed to learn first. Many simple steps go through before he was truly ready. “Oh Bee, don’t pout. Heck, I’ve got to teach you how to kiss first – don’t I?” Bluestreak said in his most seductive tones.

Bee began to vibrate again as his engine revved. He’d so forgotten all about that! He was so happy that Bluestreak was so experienced in these things. Blue would make sure that everything was perfect! Was totally perfect! Those light fingers tracing his lips sent shivers through his nets. The musty smell of the wax that Bluestreak used filled his olfactory sensors. “Y.. Yes,” he whispered as the mech drew him closer.

Sliding his hands behind Bee’s helm, Bluestreak brought him close. Their lips touched lightly. Living metal touching living metal… Shooting bolts of electricity through the young mech. Blue pulled back slightly, his optics locking with those excited blue orbs. Then he pressed Bee against him. Their lips firmly together.. Opening his mouth a bit, he teased Bee’s closed lips with his glossa. The young mech trembled as he parted his lips. The warm, soft glossa sliding in.. Dancing along his metal alloy teeth.. Toying with his own.. He pressed his chassis against Blue’s. Trembling against him as the mech explored his mouth. His energy field pulsing in wild waves..

Bluestreak pulled back from him, his optics soft and warm as he scanned his face. “By the way Bee, you’re supposed to kiss me back,” he whispered in his seductive tone.

Blushing, Bee looked down in embarrassment. He’d disappointed Blue! Disappointed him! He was so pathetic! But then a finger forced his chin up, forced him to meet those optics.

“I told you that there was a lot I needed to teach you. I’ll never get angry over stuff you don’t know, Bee. In fact, your inexperience makes you so – hot!” he purred.

“R – Really?” Bumblebee stammered.

“Really,” Bluestreak confirmed, a seductive smile crossing his lips.

“So, um, I’ve got to kiss back?” the young mech asked.

Knowing that the mech had no clue about what that phrase really meant, Bluestreak smiled. “Just copy what I was doing, at the same time,” he explained.

Bee smiled nervously. He shook slightly as he put his hands behind Blue’s helm and drew their lips together. His eagerness showed, as he thrashed his glossa around inside Blue’s mouth.

Bluestreak just laughed inside. And until the sun began to lift its orange head over the edge of the horizon, he taught the young mech how to properly deep kiss.

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