Prompt 02-Middles
A/N this is a sequel to 42 Triangles.
He woke up to a tingling pain in his right arm. It was pinioned underneath something that pinched the wires and cut off the data feed to it. He tried to move, but he was sandwiched in an area so small he couldn't.
Upon onlining his optics he noticed that that something was his bond mate Sideswipe. Sideswipe's crimson arms were wrapped around Mirage's abdomen in a vice like grip. His mouth was agape almost comically, and his optics were dimmed in a state of peaceful recharge.
A bright yellow arm was wrapped around Mirage, and a yellow hand rested protectively on Sideswipe's chest plate. He could feel the prickle of air from Sunstreaker's intakes against his neck. He could feel lips resting against his exposed neck junction and an audio horn pressed against his cheek.
His legs were ensnared too. One of Sunstreaker's golden leg rested between his thighs while Sideswipe's legs were leisurely over top of his legs. The only thing he could move was his left arm. The only thing could do was reach toward the ceiling, or caress one of his lovers.
"Maybe next time you could be in the middle," Mirage murmured, kissing Sideswipe on the bridge of his nose and slipping back into recharge.