Summary: Hotshot gets stuck in a cave on one of the coldest days of winter with two Decepticons. You can probably guess what happens next.
Pairing: Thrust/Sideways/Hotshot
Warnings: Older mechs/Younger mech. Smut


1:00 PM

Hotshot groaned as he onlined his optics, casting a blue glow on the cave wall before him. Frozen water sparkled in the glow and the yellow mech couldn't help but stare at the wall for a long moment. He only came back to himself when he felt pain coming from his left leg. His optics went to night vision trailed down and to his leg, where he could see a blaster wound just below the knee joint, leaking energon, and he scowled, remembering that a certain cone head was responsible for it. Speaking of the squid head...

There was shuffling coming from the other side of the cave, which made the mech look over. Thrust was just now sitting up, shaking his helm before he gave a quick glance around, pink optics locking onto his baby blue ones. He quickly glared at the Decepticon but Thrust looked unimpressed at it. The cone head stood up, making sure he wasn't injured before starting to make his way towards the younger, causing Hotshot to try and stand but his wounded leg didn't cooperate and he was down on the ground again with a grunt. He tried growled at the Decepticon, trying to some how intimidate him but of course, it didn't work. Thrust just kept walking closer and closer to him without much care.

Movement caught his optic towards the left, making him look over. His sparked seemingly stopped once he saw a familiar purple, horned mech getting up from where he laid. He managed to sit up and scrambled backwards, which didn't get him far since the rock wall was behind him.

"Next time when I say don't shoot, don't shoot." Sideways grunted over to Thrust before he made his way over to the cone head.

"It was either that or..." Thrust trailed off and it seemed like Sideways understood.

A split second later, two sets of pink optics looked at Hotshot, making the yellow mech stiffen at their sudden attention towards him. His spark thrum nervously, especially when he noticed the two closing in. He quickly brought up his arms to shield his head the best he could for a potential beating and he powered off his optics.

Two hands grab his arms, pinning his hands above his head while another set of hands grabbed his injured leg, keeping him still. He automatically struggled, trying to get out of their hold but their grip only tightened.

"Will you hold still?!" Thrust snapped at him, close to his audio receptors. "We are trying to fix you up. So, stay still!"

Hotshot onlined his optics and all he could see was Thrust crouching over him, the other's spinal strut bending, bringing the cone shaped head closer to his. He could feel the Sideways working on his leg, patching up to the best of his abilities. He didn't want that traitor to touch him at all, but it seemed he didn't have a choice, so he allowed him to patch the wound allowed Thrust to continue to pin him.

He waited for what seemed like hours until, finally, Sideways moved away and Thrust let him go, getting up and backing away as well. The two mechs watched as Hotshot curled up, wincing at the dull sting that accompanied moving his recently patched leg.

"We'll be down here for quite some time. The comlinks aren't working." Thrust spoke.

"Yippy." Hotshot stated sarcastically. "You can stay over on the other side then with him and leave me alone."

Thrust and Sideways glanced at each other before sitting against the wall, opposite of Hotshot without much of a resort. They knew that, very soon, the distance between them and the younger mech will be non-existent.

The two got settled with Sideways sitting, leaning against the wall with Thrust beside him, leaning into the other mech as Sideways maneuvered his arm to wrap around Thrust, both drinking in the warmth of each other's bodies.

Hotshot eyed the two with a slight frown. He knew that they were doing that for warmth but to him, it seemed like it was more than that. He shook his head, scowling to himself, wondering why he even cared about that and them. All they were is a pain in the aft that got him into this mess and he doesn't care about whatever they have or just about them in general.

That's what he kept telling himself, despite the loneliness that was swelling in his spark while watching them and the pain of his first ever love cuddling up to another.


6:30 PM

Hotshot's entire frame shuddered as he tried to curl up tighter, trying to fend the chilling air off. It had been five hours since he had awakened and the temperature had plummeted downwards, so much so that there was actual frost coating shoulder armor and just over his armor in general. His optics were dim, barely lit, although he was still using his night vision, so he could still see enough. Tremors tore through him as his energon lines began to freeze and as his joints beginning to lock up. He buried his face into his knee joints, taking in a shuddering breath and exhaling, the white mist coming out of his mouth before disappearing in thin air.

He heard the two mechs shifting across from him and then footsteps walking over to him. A hand touched his shoulder and he quickly jerked his body back though his back just connected with the wall behind him harshly. "D-don't t-touch m-me."

"You're going to freeze to death, Hotshot." Sideways stated from above him.

"D-d-don't t-touch-" Hotshot tried to say his order again but his vocalizer failed as a harsh tremor went throughout his body. It seemed that's all the two mechs needed to see and hear.

The next thing Hotshot knew he was being moved. He was being placed in between Thrust's legs, back against the cone head's chest, and Sideways was kneeling in front of them, hands rubbing his joints to try and warm them up so they don't lock fully in place because of the cold. Hotshot could feel Thrust's fingers rubbing his sides, making sparks of heat ignite, especially when they got to the sides of his chest. Sideways decided to deem his joints were warmed up enough before starting to trail his fingers along Hotshot's chest. Hotshot shuddered, but for entirely different reason.

"Wh...wha..." Hotshot stuttered, trying to get his words out.

"We' are warming you up." Thrust answered before rubbing his fingers down to the younger's hips. He noted that Sideways was leaning forward, into his personal space with the fingers continuously trailing over his chest. One finger trailed over a transformation seam, causing him to let out a shiver. Then, his panel was being cupped by Thrust and he couldn't help but jolt in surprise. What the frag did they think they were doing?!

"Thrust." Sideways called and it seemed that Thrust new what to do. He gripped the back of Hotshot's thighs, lifting him up before he was laid down on the ground. Sideways took his spot between the yellow mech's legs and Thrust sat behind his head. Hotshot hurt a snap before he let out a surprised groan as he felt a glossa trailing over his panel. He could feel himself heating up with arousal, something he did not want, no matter what his spark was telling him.

He felt his panel retracting after a few more licks and then he felt the purple mech's glossa playing with the node, swirling around it and making him buck, his hands shooting down to grip the horns. He heard Sideways let out a growl that he swore he felt.

"You found two of his spots." Hotshot heard Thrust snicker from above him. Hotshot spazzed before he could say anything as soon as he felt that glossa plunged deep within his valve, making his grip on the horns tightened. "Oh, is our little Hotshot a virgin?"

Hotshot glared up at Thrust- because no, he had been with others like Wheeljack when they were friends, he just had never done THIS- though, attempted to would be more accurate with Sideways' glossa and Thrust leaning down close to his face. There was a snap and Thrust's face mask was gone but before Hotshot could even realize that Thrust's facemask was gone, lips pressed against his own and another glossa slithered past his lips and dentas. He felt Thrust's hand trailing down his body and gripped his neglected spike, pumping it at a leisurely pace. Hotshot let go of the horns and instead gripped onto the cone head, the dueling senses fogging up his processor and his optics dimmed completely.

It was all too soon that Sideways pulled away but the sound of a panel retracting filled his audio receptors, and then a spike was pushing against his folds before entering him. He broke the kiss from Thrust to let out a loud moan, his grip on the cone head tightening.

Sideways wasted no time in pulling back until the tip of his spike was still inside before he snapped his hips forward, burying himself in Hotshot again and making the sweet moan leave Hotshot's vocalizer. He repeated it again and again until he was able to set a rhythm- slow and deep.

"That's a good boy." Thrust cooed into his audio receptor, making Hotshot shiver. "See what happens when you don't fight us?"

Hotshot bucked his hips and let out a high pitched whine as Sideways hit that cluster of wires deep within him. He felt like his whole body was on fire, licking away at the coldness that settled in his wiring and energon lines. He felt Thrust starting to suck and nibble at his neck cables and it wasn't long before he finally overloaded around Sideways' spike and over his abdominal plating.

He panted, his grip on Thrust loosening. Then, the two were switching places, Thrust now in between his thighs and Sideways beside his head. Sideways wasted no time in kissing Hotshot and Thrust pushed into the young mech, causing Hotshot to groan into Sideways mouth before the said mech broke the kiss.

"You're ours, now." Sideways rumbled deeply, almost possessively. The tone sent pleasant shivers along Hotshot's body and before he could open his mouth to say anything, Thrust was driving into him, fast and hard.

"Oh yes," Thrust grunted as he continue to drive into the younger mech. "No one's allowed to touch you like this. The only sparklings you will ever have will be ours!"

The only thing Hotshot could do was to hold onto Sideways for dear life, moaning and withering, spark pounding within its chamber.