Extremely short WIP. I don't normally write any of my stories. I don't even normally think about smutty things usually. It's weird. But hey, gotta get outta the comfort zone right? right. well.
Soo feedback would be nice! How I write, any mistakes! Just like a general thoughts would be nice.
The first problem of course, was Rodimus's lack of foresight. The second was the seemingly voracious lust. Which wasn't a problem behind closed doors and locked halls. The issued laid at the increasingly inappropriate gestures the fiery red bot would make in the enforcers direction when he thought no one was looking. Magnus knew of more than 16 instances where either Drift, Ratchet or - primus forbid- Swerve had glimpsed the captains action. It was worse when Swerved noticed, he'd make this smirk that would make Magnus mentally cringe and suddenly want to arrest someone.
It was beyond embarrassing. Embarrassed was something he did not do. He was a stoic rock of the galaxy. The duly appointed enforcer of the tyrest accord did not get embarrassed or flustered.
Perhaps that wasn't exactly true. But then again, what happened behind reinforced doors, stayed behind them.
If only Rodimus could keep it that way.
It was one such day in which Magnus had held a meeting in Rodimus's office. The third in command was also in attendance and had actually been making an effort to pay attention to the topic. Unlike Rodimus, who had long discarded his datapad and had started to make a very inaccurate drawing of a gunfight on his desk.
Halfway through the recap of the last meeting's minutes, Magnus realized that Drift was acting very strangely. The ex con was holding the datapad closer to his face that he needed to. There was a very intense look on the bots face that was a mixture of barely concealed mirth and another indiscernible emotion that was making the bot chew vigorously on the bottom of his lip. Drift shot a quick look in Rodimus's direction and his shoulders made an involuntary gesture as he resisted the urge to break his silent vigil.
It all became much too clear when Magnus looked over at Rodimus. The captain had been staring straight at Magnus, very slowly tracing his tongue over the top of his lips before reaching it and running it under his bottom lip, fluid stringing out from his denta trailing its sticky path on his faceplate.
For a moment, Magnus's mind went blank for a moment, his mind trying to process what was happening in front of him.
"Now would be an excellent time for a break" Drift suddenly blurted his, his face still oddly contorted. " I think a drink at swerves would be best! I'll go get a bottle!"
He was out the door before Magnus could finish turning his head and the commander only got a glimpse of the ex-cons fleeting peds before the door closed again.