Title: CLICK
Summary: The sound of Bumblebee's crumbling resolve.
Notes: Because Beestorm is possibly the best smushname in existence.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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Their first date is a disaster. Bee thinks it's a disaster, at least, in that he somehow ends up on Sunstorm's lap again, with the Seeker's glossa against his horns, the both of them drenched in pond water. It had started out so promising, though.
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"Bee, your date is here," Sari giggles, and Bee wants to kill her. He'd been hoping that Sunstorm would come down with sudden amnesia and forget the entire thing. "Are you all polished and ready to go?"
"I'm not polishing myself for a date with Sunstorm, Sari," he growls, but now he feels a bit self-conscious. What if Sunstorm is all sparkling clean and he's not and their date is in public?
"Well, you really should have. I guess you get to look horrible while the," she waves her fingers and makes her voice mockingly spooky, "eeeeeviiiillll Decepticooon," and goes back to speaking normally, "looks like he can be used as a mirror." Bee looks around frantically for a polishing cloth, only for Sari to shove him out to his date.
Sunstorm is standing in the middle of the room, complimenting everyone he sees, but stops the moment he sees the minibot. Bee starts to turn around, but is stopped on all sides by various team mates. He absently notes that Optimus isn't there, but neither is Starscream when all the other seekers are as well.
Sunstorm takes his arm, and kisses his temple. "I was thinking we could go on a picnic and have a race," he chatters excitedly as they start walking out, Bee looking back at everyone, completely betrayed.
He's escorted out of the base, and Bee transforms to his car mode, not willing to risk staying a bot and getting carried to their destination. "So, a picnic? What'd you bring for it? I hope you got some decent grade energon," he mutters the last bit to himself, "I'm gonna need it."
Sunstorm makes a little disappointed noise, so Bee guesses he was right about the other wanting to carry him like some slagging toy. "For our date, Bumblebee? I packed only the finest of energon, flavored with a special mix of rust and minerals that I concocted myself. I hope you will find it half as delicious as I find you."
Bee shudders slightly, "I'm sure it's fine. Let's get this over with."
Sunstorm reaches down to pat him, but Bee moves out from under his servo. The seeker sighs, "Why would we want it to be over when it hasn't even started? The best is yet to come, after all. I know you pride yourself upon being the fastest on four wheels on earth, and-"
"Fastest period."
"...And you most certainly are. A treat for the optics, indeed. And I thought you'd want to be energized before you beat me."
"I could beat you with two flat tires and my servos tied behind my back," Bee boasts, letting his tires squeal on the pavement. He wonders if the Seeker will take to his jet mode during their race, and whether or not he can call that cheating if he does.
"Of course you can, beautiful Bee. However, we are nearing where we will be eating. At the top of that building there." Sunstorm stretches a servo to point at the top of one of the buildings. "I will need to carry you."
Bee backs up, "Nuh-uh. No way. I'll take the stairs before I let you carry me."
"Your tenacity and strong will are so very attractive, my lovely Bumblebee," Sunstorm purrs, "but in this case, I believe you will find it necessary to allow me to carry you. The stairs in this building are not large enough to comfortably fit a bot of your size."
Bee suspects this is a lie, but is scooped up, still in car mode, before he has a chance to investigate the stairs himself.
He is put down remarkably gently, and let go with the minimum of touching. Bee is quietly thankful for that, but it sets him on edge; he's certain that the seeker has something in mind that he won't like in the least.
There is a basket Sunstorm is pulling out from behind a air conditioner, and Bee slowly transforms to look through it. Pulling out a piece of energon candy, he cautiously nibbles on it.
"So, I, uh," Bee trails off, taking a sip from an energon cube. It's nice, but he's certainly had better—and high-grade would have made this fiasco more bearable. "Tell me about yourself?"
"Oh, no. I am but a humble Seeker; it is far more interesting to hear about you, little Bee," he strokes a claw over Bumblebee's shoulder. He's just happy the jet isn't playing with his horns.
Resigning himself to being touched, Bee shakes his head, "I'm sure everyone knows about me. While I know very little about you. All I know is that you like complimenting everyone. It makes what you're saying about me seem very fake."
Sunstorm gives him a hurt look, leaning in close enough to kiss, but Bee moves out of the way, so instead he just talks, "Why would I not be completely truthful? You are the sun in the sky, the shine on the moon, the ref-"
"Yeah, see? That's exactly what I'm talking about."
"I know of no other way to speak, Bee. It is my greatest hope that your great Autobot compassion and understanding will allow you to accept me for the bot that I am," his optics dim, "though one such as I would understand if some nobler bot had caught your optics."
Great. Now Bee feels bad for upsetting the fragging Decepticon. He watches the other bot sip morosely at a cube of energon. "So, what? You can't stop complimenting bots?"
"It is built directly into my programming, the only way I can speak, my magnificent minibot," Sunstorm divulged, turning away.
Bee reaches over slowly, and gently puts his servon on top of the Seeker's. "I'm... I'm sorry?"
"It is not your fault, brave Bee. I am the way I am made." Sunstorm moves slightly closer, intertwining a claw with the yellow bot's servo.
Bee squeezes the claw reassuringly, because surely it must be awful to have core programming like that. "So, do you mean everything you say?"
Sunstorm smiles at him, "Oh, you are so remarkably intelligent, it just stuns me sometimes. I am as capable of lying as any bot, save our beloved Ramjet, who is capable of nothing but lying."
"But you aren't right now, right?"
Sunstorm tucks a claw under Bee's chin, thumb brushing his cheek. "I do not plan on lying to you, you would see right through it, and it would do naught but harm."
Bumblebee pulls away just before Sunstorm can kiss him, a blush dusting his cheeks, but still holding servos. "Y-yeah."
Sunstorm waits until Bee finishes drinking his energon to suggest they find a place to race. "There's a stunning track out near one of the parks that would likely suit our needs, beautiful Bee."
Bee has actually raced on this track before, because there's not a single place in the entire city he hasn't tested his speed. "Sounds fine." He shivers when Sunstorm does pet one of his horns and then pick him up to carry him down.
The seeker lands lightly, not even a bump when he turns off his jets, and demures, "I don't think it would be a good idea for us to do this in vehicle mode. There is a slight disadvantage for it if we do."
"So you're saying you can't catch up, if you're a jet?" Bee practically bounces out of his arms, not wanting to keep still.
"It is just better if we're both in this mode," Sunstorm runs a claw along his side, clearly trying to draw Bee's optics to what he thinks is all his best parts. "It is always best to have even ground when you want to impress, afterall."
"Oh, I'll impress you," he promises, engine already revving at the thought of a race, even though they're nowhere near the track yet. "You'll spend the entire race staring at my back, I'm gonna be so far ahead of you."
Sunstorm smiles, "Well, at least I know the view will be exceptional, then."
Bee ignores the comment, too excited about finding a willing participant when everyone else refuses to even try anymore. The only reason he doesn't run off to it, is because Sunstorm is still holding his servo, and setting the pace.
It takes fragging ages to reach the racing track, and longer still to convince the humans there to clear it so he can race Sunstorm. Still, it's less time than it usually takes, and Bee's pretty sure that's due to the enormous Seeker standing at his side.
"Five laps?" Bee suggests, "It might give you just barely enough time to try and catch up to me."
Sunstorm runs gentle claws along Bee's rocket boosters, "If that's how you wish to do this, I can see no flaw."
Bee moves out from the touch deftly, "Good! Let's get started!"
They let the humans start the race for them, and after the light changes and the crack of starter pistol rings, Bee finds himself easy outpacing Sunstorm. It's amazing, just running, racing against another bot, and he shouts his joy in the form of playful taunts at the Seeker. "Aw, c'mon, you can do better than that, jet! You got a tree branch stuck up your exhaust or something?"
Speeding up, Sunstorm keeps pace, flashing him a grin, "I would never say such a thing, my speedy Bee, seeing as how I am now surpassing you," and darts ahead.
Bee scowls, gunning his engine to catch up, then pass, the seeker. He breaks out into a grin as the seeker taps his servo as he passes the jet.
Bee wins the race—just barely, by fractions of an earth second. He's elated, he loves racing and he won, and the Seeker is smiling at him. And rushing at him with way too much momentum. Sunstorm hits Bee in a tackle-hug and they go right over one of the stands, crashing with an enormous splash in the pond. A flock of startled geese launch in the air and honk angrily at them, but Bee is too busy fending off an amorous Seeker to care.
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And that is why the date is an absolute distaster. Sunstorm's claws are insanely good at touching the minibot exactly where he'll whimper and moan happily. Bee doesn't even notice how far gone he is until the seeker bites his horn, and the locks on his sparkplates disengage. Snapping back into coherency, he shoves himself away from Sunstorm, making his chestplates close up even tighter then before. "Okay! That's enough. No more. You had your date. I'm done."
A claw strokes over his chest and Bee knocks it away. "Seriously, it's time for us to both go back to our separate homes. This pond water is disgusting." He crawls out, notices the human audience they've gained and flushes. If this made the news, Sari was never going to let him forget about it. "It was a nice date, and yeah. Goodbye."
He transforms and speeds off as quickly as he can, leaving a stunned and irritated jet behind.
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When he returns to base, he tiptoes quietly into the living area, planning on sneaking into the washracks and then to his room, only to get stopped by the large amount of bots there. Coughing nervously, he waves at them. "...hi?"
They all look him up and down, and he's suddenly hyper aware of the mud, muck, water, and algae he's covered in from his impromptu bath the Seeker forced him into. It also doesn't help when he hears, drifting from the television, "Giant robots: not as genderless as we think? We just got footage of a pair of robots going out on what could only be called a date. One of the 'hero' robots and one of the 'evil' flying robots. Shown here drinking a viscous neon pink liquid from cubes on top of a building while holding hands, and here in a lake kissing vigorously. Which brings us to our topic, can robots be female?"
Bee groans loudly, and drags his servo down his face as the news casters debate if he's a girl, pointing out that he's so much smaller than all the other bots, is yellow, and was previously called male.
Sari is sprawled on the floor, laughing so hard she's leaking tears again. Bee glares at her. He's not a femme, and this wasn't a funny date.
"So," Bulkhead smiles brightly, "did you have fun on your date, Bee?"
Everyone keeps staring at Bee, just slightly above his head, before looking away again. He doesn't get it. "It was okay. We raced. I won." He feels grimy and disgusting from the pond muck. "I need to wash this stuff off." He stomps out of the room, ignoring Sari's hysterical laughter as best he can. She is never going to let him forget about this. Ever. He needs to watch out for anything that might explode pink paint on him for the next decacycle or so.
In their makeshift washrack, Bee scrubs the dirt and slime off his frame, taking care to work it out of his joints and seams. After, looking in the mirror, he flushes and freezes in place.
There are marks from Sunstorm's denta. On his horn. Oh, Primus. And everyone had seen it.
"I'm never going to say yes to a date with a seeker again," Bee vows to his reflection.
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