Fulcrum-kun walked into Autobot highschool, expecting the teacher to give him some heavy metal sheet for being late when he found his class, only to instead he found an empty room. With the exception of one acquiescent human male transfer student, probably in his senior year.
"Hey uh," Fulcrumie-kuns thick grating voice caused the boy to flinch briefly, "where's the rest of the class?"
"Oh um uh u-hm, gee willowier honky dorey, you're here an hour early. Shucky darn, not sure how many students you expected to be here," the boy responded, he had the swift thorough accent of an Englishman. Oh my Prime...that must mean he is an englishman.
"Oh right, the clocks changed...ugh so inconvenient. Now I must waste 3 seconds of my day flying home and back in an hour," Fulcrum-sensei sighed, sighing a deep sigh sighingly.
"Yes, showing up expecting to learn only to be greeted by a single, young English lad. Left all alone together in the art room," the britland boy threw off his jacket, and slide down in his chair. At a lazy and probably painful angle that caused his shirt to ride up, exposing his midsection to Fulcrum, exposing the light ab definition upon his tanned skin, glistening from sweat.
"Yes it is," Fulcrum responded bluntly.
Jake lazily slouched down further, "I must admit, your words have gotten me quite hot and bothered," his lower half dangling limp off the chair, his shirt riding up so far that Starscream's bedazzled thong couldn't go higher if he tried.
Fulcrum gazed to the alluring pack of wild abs a few feet before him, and they gazed back. In those muscle tissues, he had just seen a face, he'd never forget the time or place. Alluring, lustrous, merciless, Jake's abs screamed out for anyone, anybot to love them.
Jake penetrated the silence with his annoying voice "What do you say tin man? Will you crush me?" Jake grabbed a nearby pack of crayons and hapahazardously melted them onto his abs using a cigarette lighter. Fulcrum became increasingly nervous, he didn't know enough about human mating rituals to understand the deep and signifigant meaning behind this.
"I'm not actually composed of any tin- umm...could you clarify this in terms I may be more familiar with?"
Jake slid onto the tile floor with a hard 'thunk', the dumb baka's skin had duckbumps from the cold, or possibly the heat.
"I was proposing that we attempt the nasty, bump the dastardly, create a serious cacophony of cocks-a-plenty, go to the rodeo..." Jake whispers, "without paying for tickets," he hisses the s for much longer then necessary. Slowly becoming more awkward with each passing second, only stopping when he finally runs out of breath, he trails off wheezing until no sound can continue fourth. Jake deeply inhales and continues to have a horrendously terrifying asthma attack, Fulcrum lightly kicks him in the chest with the force of one thousand Thors, problem solved.
Fulcrum hesitates briefly, "I'm not sure...your abs are just so alluring. I feel like I'm caught in a whirl of confusing emotions," Whirl gives them an odd glance threw the door, his face screwed with confusion, like Jake's could soon be.
"...ewwww. Ewwwwwww! Nopenopenopenop-" Whirl quickly closed the door awkwardly and ran down the hall.
"W-we aren't screwing!" Fulcrum shouted down the hall, he immediately regretted it, when someone shouts 'were not screwing' it means they're definitely going to do the horizontal bop.
"So...if my abs are so alluring, why don't you drink up this rugged six pack then?" Jake acquired, arousal practically leaking from his lips.
Fulcrum decided that humans were bucking discusting...and he loved it.
"B-but...I'm just not sure...I was saving myself for someone." Fulcrum sensei stuttered.
"For whom?" Jake was a little curious, but still very aroused, don't forget that.
"For...your abs Jake. Since the moment I laid eyes on them those sweet pecks have stolen my soul for their own. I'd let those abs do as they pleased to me any day," Fulcrum lost himself in thought about what him and those abs could get busy with someday.
"I'm attached to those abs...also they aren't sentient." Jake said, utterly perplexed by Fulcrum's response.
"Don't talk about your abs that way!" Fulcrum slapped Jake, leaving thick red square marks on the side of his face.
"Oh frig, fine then, three way between you me and my abs?" Jake proposed, so scared he almost wasn't aroused anymore. Almost.
"Hmm," Fulcrum pondered, "I suppose we could engage in the devious act of trifonication."
"Three way...stop being so scientific. It's almost enough to rid me of my tremendous meat brick, and that takes some effort."
"Then let us begin, the tender act of mountain dewing it," Jake undoes his belt buckle, throwing it east shattering a classroom window.
"Behold," Jake says, introducing the luminous sight of his trouser serpent to Fulcrum.
"I call it, the thick wingless dragon."
"Oh, ya. Before this moment right now I liked dragons, how did you know?" Fulcrum said, a bit upbeat.
"My dick and I have a psychic connection, anyways show me your flagpole metalman." Jake crawled inconveniently sideways onto Fulcrum.
Fulcrum pressed a button and steam began releasing from the spaces between his metal outerlayer and Jake immediately shouted after being poked in the spine by Fulcrum's rod.
Jake repositioned himself infront of Fulcrum, his shocked expression as unmoving as stone, before him was an actual bucking screw composed of solid titanium. Fulcrum pressed a button and it began to spin violently like a drill.
"Would you like to be," Fulcrum smiled coyly, "screwed, or drilled?"
"Okay so...I'm not sure what you expect me to do with...that," Jake said with a concerned look. Suddenly the school bell began to ring furiously, Jake shot up gathering his clothes, not even bothering to put them on. He absconded down the hall, Whirl's high pitched scream could be heard in the distance. Fulcrum sat fully exposed in the classroom, the students began to file in.
"My clock wasn't set right...thats why I'm here early." Fulcrum said semi-casually.
"OOOOOOOOH SOMEONE WAS GONNA GET DRILLLLLLLLLLLLED!" WHOOPEES!" Swerve began shouting multiple rephrasings of 'oh snap' and 'yeeeee dawwwwwg'. The rest of the class either laughed or screech, sounding like two metal sheets being scraped across eachother continuously.
Fulcrum arrived home after school dejected and humiliated, his arm screen suddenly lit up, informing him he had 1 message.
GolgothasTerror: "I'm still dtf later if youre in the mood ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "