Six months later…
Sunstreaker had to admit that there were certain benefits in sleeping and waking up with the same mech at your side every single day. You were bidden goodnight with a kiss – and a lot more when in the mood – and you were greeted with a sweet smile and an adorably sleepy 'Good morning'. And Bluestreak certainly did all that, making Sunstreaker a very happy mech indeed.
Well, except when they were supposed to be asleep. Then, Sunstreaker wasn't happy. At all.
A snore escaped Bluestreak's wide-open mouth, and Sunstreaker wondered what he had ever done in his life for Primus to punish him like that. Then again, Primus didn't have much to do with the current situation. It had to do with the fact that Bluestreak forgot himself and lay down on his back again. That meant he was lying down on his doors, which made him tilt his head backwards and strain his vocaliser to the point that it produced… that.
Another, louder snore filled the air, making Sunstreaker cringe and slap his forehead. Of all the mechs he could have fallen in love with, it had to be the one who sounded like a broken, rusty and missing more than just several-teeth chainsaw!
Well… Enough was enough.
"Bluestreak."
Sunstreaker's answer came in the form of a third snore.
"Bluestreak!" the yellow mech hissed, shaking him.
Nothing happened. Bluestreak just snored away, utterly oblivious. Snarling, Sunstreaker gave Bluestreak a violent shove.
"Bluestreak! Cut it out!"
This time, Bluestreak's optics flickered on just a bit and he sat up with a sleepy sigh. Finally, Sunstreaker would be able to have a few hours of…
The yellow mech never finished his thought, for it was then that Bluestreak all but collapsed on top of him, settling down to sleep once more. Sunstreaker exhaled sharply as the extra weight landed on him and glared at the silver face that was less than an inch away from his.
"You had better not have scratched me," he muttered.
Bluestreak just made himself comfortable, the words not registering in his sweet unawareness of recharge. Sunstreaker sighed, all his feelings of annoyance vanishing into thin air, and he caught himself shaking his head in mild amusement.
"You're such an idiot," he said fondly, and he wrapped his arms around Bluestreak, holding him close.
At least the snoring had stopped.
Rule No 2: If it's open – close it.
