Whenever they were alone, the two smallest Protectobots always seemed to share mutual feelings, but they never talked, it was just a calm, happy feeling through the gestalt bond, but it seemed more private as the other three didn't really seem to respond to it, that or they were much too distracted to notice, either way, it was good for Groove and Streetwise. Yes, they got on each other's nerves, occasionally, but it always led back to this.
Now it was evening in their practically hidden city base, just for the team of five, Hot Spot was in a high commanders meeting in the Ark, First Aid was having a lesson from Ratchet and would probably spend the night at the Ark, as would Hot Spot, and Blades was off somewhere with the Aerialbots, namely Slingshot and Air Raid. And it was most likely he would be staying at the Ark overnight weather he liked it or not, time spent with the two more outgoing Aerialbots usually ended in some sort of drinking contest and the three knocked out in the rec room. Consequently, this left Groove and Streetwise in the base alone, something that was rare for them. The two sat on the couch, drinking their evening energon, optics dimmed as the television monitor blinked, the nightly news broadcast playing idly, but neither really payed attention to the human's reports, in fact, neither really concentrated on anything... Just drank the nourishing substance and otherwise sat in silence. It stayed like this until Groove perked, putting his now empty cube down, looking over to his while red and black counterpart, thinking, looking over his chest, waist and hips, wondering silently, he knew what the body looked like, but, what did it feel like? He shifted closer, only a little at first, the other seemed to not notice. It was about ten earth minute units later when the motorbike was just about sitting in his friend's lap and by then, Streetwise had noticed. He, however, did not respond, partly amused, partly curious, waiting to see what the other would do next, that was until he felt a hand on the glass windshield on his chest, he blinked under his visor, looking down at the hand, obviously belonging to Groove. "Hmn?" He tilted his head a little, wondering a bit, but he shrugged... Groove stayed there for a bit before he rubbed the hand down to the smooth panel o the other's belly, emitting the slightest little, almost inaudible, gasp from the cop car. Groove smiled a tad, large optics brightening as he just rubbed that area, it felt nice anyway... Plus, he didn't want to spoil it all by making his friend feel awkward. It wasn't long until Streetwise was moving into the simple touches, now a little more than innocent curious touches, especially since the stockier of the two sent feelings of pleasure to the other and rubbed his hands up and down Groove's side, the same pressure as the ones he was receiving. Groove whined and gasped, especially when the white fingers teased some wires. He just went with the flow, one thing leading to another (At a fast pace thanks to Streetwise's impatience) and soon, Streetwise was laying on the couch, gasping as the other knelt with a leg either side of him, a hand either side of his head, attacking his neck cables softly with denta and glossa. Both young mechs moaned with each other, not just from the physical contact, but the feelings through their unique bond which was pleasurable on its own. Groove raised his head a little to catch the other's... impressive lips in a kiss, his optics closing as the other's visor darkened. The kiss was held for a while before breaking, only to start a new one, Groove pressed close against the other, sliding his glossa into Streetwise's mouth, exploring eagerly and earning another moan, which made him smile.
As one thing led to another once more, the two bots had removed codpiece and chest armour, both young, both curious and both not really aware of what they were doing exactly. Groove made his move, sitting back on his haunches, he looked at the other's exposed crotch area and thought... He looked at the cable then the two ports, he had an understanding of what to do, but he'd only paid attention to the first bit of First Aid's class, he leaned down, and honestly, the front port seemed much more appealing... He shifted a bit and leaned down, looking at Streetwise's face as he slowly pushed a finger into the warm port. Streetwise whined and gasped lightly, a blush coming to the white face as his teammate moved the finger a little before pumping it a little, earning another gasp, and another and another. Groove added another and scissored the fingers, a small cry coming from the other as both of their cords came to life and the port being intruded forming droplets of lubricants. The slimmer of the two pumped the fingers for a while, causing the other to writhe and whine until he finally pulled the fingers out, remembering the next step, (Although it came naturally) He crawled up the other, positioning himself before pressing the tip of his cord to the other's waiting port. Streetwise whimpered and looked up at Groove, his expression almost needy, but full of lust. Groove hesitated before he slid the cable in slowly. Streetwise gasped sharply. Groove waited a moment, keeping the cable in, fully in, before he pulled out nearly all the way before pushing back in slowly, both mechs moaning at the same time. Streetwise took a grip of Groove's shoulders, crying out softly as the other slowly increased in pace. Soon enough, the motorbike was moving faster, his thrusts harder and more stimulating. Both sparks pulsed hard in their chambers, able to feel the unique, almost magnetic, pull of the other one. As the two bots' pleasure increased, the need for the sparks to make them one did also... Groove moved faster, his cable tingling and pulsing with the oncoming overload. Sure, he'd overloaded before, but with himself, with his hand, nothing more, and nothing like this... Streetwise moaned and cried out louder, pulling the other down for a passionate kiss, which Groove gladly accepted and returned. It wasn't long after said kiss that Groove felt the overload approaching... He fastened his pace to slam into the other for the last moment until his overload hit, filling Streetwise with white hot fluids, the mech screaming out in bliss, just as Streetwise overloaded also, his fluids going all over Groove's body and his scream coming a second later.
The two lay there, twitching, moaning and gasping... the tension, the pull, on the sparks never got further than that, now the two were pretty much exhausted, but neither were stupid. They made sure to clean up, as best they could, considering how exhausted they were, both couldn't really fit on the couch, not to sleep anyway, so, Groove led his new found lover to his room, both able to fit on the berth comfortably, the lights were kept on dimly as the two kissed one last time, eventually going into recharge...