The bar was becoming the best get-away on the Lost Light. Several mech's bustled in after their shifts and some even before. Many gathered around tables playing card games while some hung out in much smaller groups in the booths. Laughing and shouting of joys were heard at all times of the day at the bar. There was never a dull moment, especially when your lover was the bartender.
Skids could be found hanging in the bar on a stool right at the bar, and it wasn't because of the booze. Sure, the booze was a perk, but mainly, the blue mech's attention was focused on the much smaller mech running the bar: Swerve. Even if the red and white mech was too busy serving up drinks and tending to other mech's, Skids just enjoyed watching the much too cheerful bot mingle with fellow crew mates.
One of the things Skids enjoyed about his lover was how cheerful he was. Rarely did the metallurgist loose his cool, and when he did, it was very short lived. Swerve was also very optimistic, which sure helped with the downs of this space voyage they were on. On top of it all, Skids found the smaller mech adorable. Many found him annoying-very annoying- but not Skids. He found comfort from the red and white mech.
Frowning upon discovering his glass was empty, he pushed it to the center of the bar and flagged down his bartender. With Swerve being very observant, no mech went a while waiting for a new drink, especially not Skids. Soon, his cheerful little bot was smiling and handing him a fresh drink.
"So, do you actually like my new drink or are you just buying them to make me happy?" Swerve kidded and gave him his drink.
"Just as long as you're serving 'em, I'll choke them down," Skids answered as he took a big swig. The drink was good, but Swerve could get cocky- not that he really minded that though.
Swerve was fighting his blushing cheeks but failed as they turned pink. "C'mon... "
"Where we goin'?" Skids said with a crooked smile. "Why don't you close early and we head back to my place."
"You see how busy my bar is," Swerve whined and gestured with his arm. "I'd loose a lot of money."
"It'll be worth it," Skids said as he reached over and pinched the mech's cheek.
Someone jeered at the blue mech's action, and Swerve batted Skid's hand away. Before leaving to tend to the other customers, Swerve gave a wink to his lover. Skids would just have to settle for little chats in between his lover's work. Which is fine, because he understands his little lover has to work. Plus, it gives Skids time to think. Or rather daydream about what he would love to do to the little mech.
... ... daydream ... ...
Swerve is in Skids' room sitting at the table, huffing in irritation.
"Hurry up Skids," Swerve whines as his belly growls. The small mech rubs a hand in attempts to quit the beast. "I'm starving! You said you were gonna help me out, right?"
Skids, who is at his small stove, is doing his best to whip up not only a delicious but also a filling meal. He has all burners going to cook up the sides while the main surprise is nearly finished in the oven. Stirring frantically not to burn the side dishes, Skids does his best to hurry it along to satisfy his lover. "Almost done!"
"Not soon enough!" Swerve whines yet again. "I feel like I am dying over here! The only cure is for you to feed me that entire meal!"
Skids bites at his lip and scoops up the soup he is making to taste. He smacks his lips: not only is it done, but it tastes delicious! He pours it into a serving bowl and dunks a spoon in- no point wasting another dish. He brings it to Swerve, who licks his lips in anticipation.
" 'Bout time!" Swerve says and opens his mouth without being told.
Skids wastes no time. He spoons some soup up and brings it to the ready mouth. "It may be hot.." The blue mech blows gently on the spoon, but Swerve just impatiently whines. "Ok, ok... Here ya go." The spoon is pretty much sucked in by Swerve, who immediately hummed his approval. "Taste good?"
Swerve swallows after chewing the thick soup full of filling ingredients and answers. "Feed me more!"
"As you wish," Skids speaks with a smile on his face. He eagerly feeds his lover spoonful after spoonful of the soup. Swerve doesn't slow down. He keeps opening his mouth, demanding more and Skid eventually has to tilt the bowl to be able to scoop up the last bit of soup to feed his hungry partner. "All done..." Skids explained, and Swerve does his best pout. "Don't worry- I cooked more for you."
Skids went back to the stove and brought over the next portion of the meal. This time, the dish contained pineapple stuffing, which was a favorite recipe of Skids, and he hoped the red and white mech liked it as much as he liked making it. After moving the empty soup dish out of the way, Skids placed the tray of stuffing was placed in front of Swerve.
"Let's see how you like this," Skids speaks as he scooped up a spoonful and fed it to his partner, who begins chewing. "How do you like it?"
"IHmmts mmguddd" Swerve answered with his mouthful.
"Even with a full mouth you can't stop talkin'," Skids chuckled and when Swerve swallowed and opened his mouth to complain, he shoved a heaping pile inside. Swerve forgets his anger as the sweet tasting stuffing fills his mouth, and soon fills his belly. Upon finishing up this tray of food, Swerve rubbed his stuff belly.
"All done?" Skids asked.
Swerve glared at him. "That was barely a snack! Don't you be givin' up so soon. I ain't done 'til you'll have to roll me out!"
Giving his best smirk, Skids once again retreated to the stove and grabbed the next dish, which consists of an energon pot pie that is loaded with fillings. Skids pulled his chair next to Swerve's and let the smaller mech smell the food.
Being the impatient mech that he is, Swerve tried to scoop some up with his fingers, but Skids noticed just in time and brings the pot pie out of the greedy, hungry mech's reach.
"Awww... Come on! I am starvin' here!" Swerve yelled and does his best to grab the pot pie from the blue mech's hands. Seeing that Skids is much taller, this is an unsuccessful feat.
"Calm down. I just want to make sure you thoroughly enjoy this before you scarf it down," Skids joked and set the food on the table.
"Trust me, I fully appreciate it," Swerve replied as he rubbed his hands over his enlarging belly and suddenly lets out a burp. " 'Scuse me."
Skids just chuckled and feeds his partner the pot pie. He scooped in enormous spoonfuls and enjoyed watching the smaller mech close his optics and work to chew the large mouthful. When he swallows, he takes a few gasps of breath before holding his mouth open for more.
In between spoon feeding the smaller mech, Skids lets a hand roam over the widening belly. "You sure got a good appetite," Skids mumbled and gave the stomach a jiggle. Licking his lips, Skids watched the flab shake, and when it comes to a stop, he gave a quick but gentle slap to get the belly going again. He heard a moan and looked up to see Swerve squirming with his now empty mouth held open.
"Patience..." Skids spoke and scooped another spoonful inside. This routine continued on- scooping the energon pot pie in, then rubbing, pinching and slapping and the inflated belly- until once again the last morsel was scooped in the wanting mouth. This time, Skids spoke before his rounding partner can cry out. "I saved the best for last." The blue mech stood up and went to the oven and opened the door. After putting an oven mitt on, Skids pulled out one tray of chocolate chip cookies and then pulled out a second tray. There may not be many cookies on each tray, but the cookies lack in numbers; they make up for sheer size. The cookies are about the size of a dinner plate, and they are rather thick as well.
Swerve can't help it but to drool at the sweet aroma the cookies filled the room and at the sight of them. Filled with excitement, he swings his feet and asks, "Are those all for me?"
"Yes, my piggy, I baked these all for you," Skids replied with a smile.
"You're gonna get me nice and stuffed to the brim, arentchya?" Swerve questioned as he watched the plate filled with giant chocolate chip cookies get set on the table in front of him.
"That's the plan, to get you so stuffed I have to roll you out," Skids smiled and grabbed a cookie and let his pudgy lover take an enormous bite. It warms his spark to hear Swerve moan at how good the gooey, warm cookies taste and he feels himself heating him as he feeds another huge mouthful. The pudgy belly is protruding more and more as each cookie gets polished off, and Skids can't help but trace the curve of the round sides with the palm of his hand. Soon, his servo traced down to where the flab tumbles over his hips and onto the pair of chubby thighs. Primus, he didn't know how much longer he could hold back from lifting his ever-so-chubby mech and placing him in his lap to fuck him..
"Your cooking...always tastes so good," Swerve exclaimed in between mouthfuls. "You always fill me up nice and full." He licked at the chocolate that has accumulated around his lips, then gave a lazy smile. "You make me feel soooo good."
At that last remark, Skids' engines rev and his cooling fan's clicked on. He looked at his chubby lover rubbing his hands over his overstuffed belly and just as he is about to scoop the little but heavier mech in his arms-
"Skids?"
"Hello? Anybody home?"
... ... End daydream... ... ...
Skids is drawn back into reality by a firm slap on his back. He looked up and instead of seeing a cute pudgy Swerve, he sees his lover looking at him with questioning optics. Quickly glancing over his shoulder, he noticed Rung looking at him weirdly.
What was going on?
And that is when Skids notices his cooling fans are running, and his whole face turns red. "I...ah...Um" He once again let his imagination get the best of him, and now everyone in the bar was staring at him. Except for Whirl: he was pointing and laughing.
"Is everything all right?" Rung asked.
"I...ah... FINE!" Skids said and tries to lower himself to hide from everyone glares. He concentrated on breathing and eventually his cooling fans click off. After a bit, no one is paying him any attention, except for Swerve, who walks up to him and gives him a drink.
"You ok?" Swerve asked.
"Yeah," Skids replied and took a hearty swig of his drink. "I am fine. Other than being embarrassed that is."
"What did you think that got you so worked up?" Swerve asked.
Skid smirked. "You really want to know?"
"Yeah, of course," Swerve answered as he sets out to clean some dirty drink glasses with a rag.
"I was thinking about you," Skids said. "And what I would like to do to you."
"Oh really?" Swerve shot him a mischievous glance. "Care to elaborate?"
"No," Skids answered. "I'd rather show you."
"Think that's a wise idea?" Swerve teased. "If thinking about it causes you to loose control of your fans, doin' it...Primus, what would that result in?"
Skids gave him a smirk. "Hey, watch it. I'll give you something better to do with that mouth of yours."
"It'll have to wait three more hours," Swerve said to him and points to the clock. "Then I'll be all yours."
Skids' optic lit up. "You mean it?" The bartender nodded, and Skids took a second to wonder if his little lover should be surprised with his kink or not. "But don't you want to know what-"
"I think it will be so much better with whatever your plans are to be a surprise," Swerve spoke. "Plus, if thinking about it gets you that worked up, I'd love to see what doing it does to you."
"P-Promise?" Skids quickly asked.
"Yeah, I promise."
"O-ok... I gotta go," Skids said and got up. "Gotta get ready!"
"Skids wait-"
"Just drop by my quarters when you are done!" Skids shouted over his shoulder.
"No, wait!" Swerve yelled after him. "You didn't pay for your drinks!"
