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"I, ah..." Ratchet fumbled for words, looking very flustered and embarrassed. "Sorry."

"For what?" Pharma asked. "I feel the same way." He leaned in and gave Ratchet a kiss. It wasn't as graceful as the other's, Pharma was sloppy as he quickly stuck his tongue in to explore inside Ratchet's mouth. The jet let out a happy moan and pawed at the other's chest until a pair of red hands gently grabbed them. Pharma broke this kiss to look at the other with questioning optics.

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For a second, Pharma swore he was getting kissed by Ratchet. He swore he felt the hot lips pressed against his, sucking and begging for more. As soon as the blue jet opened his optics, the warmth was replaced with bitter cold. No mech was atop of him, and no warm body pressed to his body. A few tears traveled down his cheeks, and Pharma closed his optics again, thinking upon better times.

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"Touch me here," Ratchet said as he guided the hands down to his headlights and leaned back in to continue the kiss. Pharma's hands danced around the desired location, gently brushing his tips in random patterns until he circled around where the glass met the metal. Upon doing so, Ratchet grunted and flicked his ambulance lights. Pharma instantly chuckled, and repeated the action to watch the display again.

"Really like that?" Pharma asked.

"Yeah," Ratchet replied, lights flicking on again. "You have any spots?" Pharma shrugged his shoulders. "Hmm... Let me try to find them." Ratchet gently guided the blue jet to lay down and immediately sent his hands exploring. He rubbed at the white chest, tracing the seems of the armor til they met blue and led down to his cockpit. "I heard something..." Ratchet stated. "And I want to find out if its true." Fingers traced the yellow glace of the cockpit, soon to be replaced with his tongue. Pharma took a sharp breath and purred, but not really the reaction he was looking for.

"Hmmm," Ratchet said. "Not all fliers then." He let out a smirk, and licked his lips. "I have another idea." His hands made his way to the jet's wings and began to rub and caress. Ratchet started with tracing the edges, making his way to the wingtips. Pinching the tips, Ratchet hoped for the reaction he wanted. It didn't happen. "Primus, Pharma, don't you feel a thing?"

"It feels good!" Pharma replied, fearing he was upsetting his lover. Ratchet brushed his finger tips back towards the jet's body, unintentionally brushing the wing's hinges. This caused Pharma to shiver and start to keen.

"There you go," Ratchet smiled and teased at the hinges enjoying watching the jet squirm and moan. "Feel good?" Ratchet asked, and Pharma nodded. Ratchet straddled the other and and leaned down to peck a kiss on the lips, then traveled down to the neck, all while playing with his wing hinges still. Pharma loved the pleasure he was getting, his eyes where half lidded as his cooling fans kicked on.

Soon the jet's hands where groping an aft and his hips grinding Ratchet's. Fingers wedged between plating seams, teasing at wires as both of the bots pressed their bodies together. The sound of Pharma's panel snapping open and his spike pressurizing broke their kiss, and the jet's cheeks turned red.

"I'm sorry," Pharma muttered and Ratchet rolled his optics questioning the apology. "First cock out is like arriving first at a party- no one wants to be that bot."

"Really?" Ratchet laughed as he lifted himself up. "Where did you hear that ridiculous saying from?" The blue mech just shrugged. "It's alright." Ratchet scooted himself down. "Want me to make you feel real good?"

As soon as Pharma nodded yes, his spike was licked. Starting at the tip, Ratchet teased his way down to the base, and made his way back up, making sure to place tender kisses along the shaft as he went. Pharma gasped when his spike was engulfed in the warm mouth and lustily watched it disappear. A tingling sensation was felt as the tongue flicked and traced imaginary patterns along the spike. When Ratchet raised to the top, he sucked hard on the head before letting the spike slip out of his mouth, causing it's owner to whine.

Once again, Ratchet laughed and shook his head. He went back to sucking the spike but placed a hand on the other's thigh, gently messaging as it made its way up to the valve. Once there, the hand was held flat as it gently rubbed over the port. After a few times, a finger traced along the outside folds in a slow, circular pattern.

Pharma moaned as a little bit of lubricant seeped from his valve. "Hmmm... Ahh That... Feels soooo good!" He said encouragingly. The mouth left his spike, and Ratchet moved himself down further. Soon, the tongue was back to work sucking at the port's rim and licking at the fluids. A digit pressed gently at the entrance, slowly inching inside a little, swirled around, and withdrew-all while the tongue lapped outside. It got to the point that Pharma was rocking his hips and begged for more.

Ratchet pressed his finger in deeper and began to gently twirl it around. More liquid built up and spilled out when a second finger was added. Pharma enjoyed the sensations this brough him as Ratchet's finger's scissored and rubbed against the sensitive nodes. A third finger worked itself in, and the blue jet squirmed in pleasure.

"Want me to take you?" Ratchet huskily asked and Pharma nodded. The finger's were removed and the red and white mech positioned himself over the jet. He placed his spike to the valve and slowly pushed the tip in. Pharma bit his lip as more was pressed in, and let out a sharp cry when a certain point was reached. Ratchet couldn't push in any further; something seemed to be blocking the way.

Ratchet let out a little smile and cocked his head to the side. "Is this your first time?"

"I've interfaced before," Pharma retorted, holding his optics wide.

"In the valve, Pharma." Ratchet watched as his partner's cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "Has anyone 'faced with you like this before?"

"No," Pharma mumbled. "Don't stop though, Please? This feels so good."

Ratchet gave a warm smile as he leaned down to kiss at the red cheeks. "I was never someone's first before," Ratchet whispered. "I have to break your seal, sweet-spark."

The jet's eyes grew wide. "Will that hurt?" Pharma questioned.

"Maybe," Ratchet answered. "But it will turn to feeling good. I'll be careful." Ratchet slowly pressed himself deeper in the valve. Pharma crinkled up his face and closed his optics as pressure was applied to the valve's seal. "It will be over quickly." With a thrust, Ratchet forced his spike deeper inside as the blue jet cried out and squirmed as the seal broke. Once again, the warmness of Ratchet's lips where felt on the blue jets, giving him another passionate kiss.

With a slow pace, Ratchet began to move again. He took his time to give his partner time to adjust. The thrusts where shallow, but once Pharma's face softened, the pace quickened. The jet moaned as the spike rubbed all the nodes, and eventually his hips rocked into the motion. Another set of cooling fans clicked on, and Pharma smiled as Ratchet leaned forward to gently nip at his neck.

Pharma lifted his legs and wrapped them around the other bot's hips. He would pull those hips in demanding to be penetrated deeper. He cried out as his backmost node was touched, and his valve began to clench up.

"Scrap," Pharma muttered as he clenched his optics shut. "Ahh! I'm s-sorry!"

"It's alright," Ratchet huffed and smiled. "Loose yourself."

The pumping grew fast as the valve clenched a few more times then spasmed. Pharma cried out as he released his fluids, his spike shooting his lover in the chest as his valve seeped down his own aft. So his surprise, Ratchet wasn't so far behind. He gave a few more thrusts and grunted out his orgasm, his trans-fluid shooting inside the spent valve and the excess spilled out. Pharma barely remembered seeing Ratchet pull himself out, but the room turned to darkness. The next time Pharma opened his optics, he felt a cozy blanket over his frame and saw Ratchet sleeping beside him with arms wrapped tightly around him.

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Pharma's body heated up and melted the thin layer of snow around him. It had been a great memory but awakening in the state he currently was in, just made the loneliness worse. He let out a sigh as he attempted to move. Digging his elbows in the snow, Pharma first lifted himself up, then tried to pull himself back. He moved an inch, then his elbows slipped and he fell back down. Attempting it again gave the same results. The blue jet groaned in defeat, feeling very lost and utterly alone.

Like how he felt once Ratchet graduated. Pharma reflected back on how proud he was to see his lover finish school and be seated up top as the summa cum laude. His speech was very well prepared-Pharma had helped him with it. It was simply a joy to be sitting in the crowd watching his lover accomplish his goal to become a medic.

It was bitter sweet. Of course he was happy to see his lover move on with his life, but it meant Ratchet would no longer be at the university with him. No longer would they be up late together, each working on a project. No more going to the school's cafeteria together before their classes. The most missed one of them all was no more spending every night together in a berth, nor waking up on each other's arms. Pharma almost let out a sob at that memory, and layed his head back in the cold snow thinking of the things he lost.