Because they are so amazing I shall probably put Carlough in my honorable mentions for nearly every chapter to come.
Also, I didn't put this in the beginning, now I realize I should have: This fic is not continuity specific. You will be seeing people from G1, TFA, Energon, 2007 and 2009 Movies and IDW comics. If anyone wants to see a certain character in this fic then you can PM me, but I can't make any promises that they will be featured in any more than a cameo unless you can give me a way they can fit into the plot.
Southern Values and Californication
Chapter 4
Mirage was sitting on the back porch as Hound and Trailbreaker worked, hoisting bales of hay from a black pickup truck with another shorter but equally brawny man. The young albino was wearing a pair of daisy dukes shorts, a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of aviator shades, a bottle of sunscreen in hand as he rubbed the moist white solution over his body, even though he was in the shade of the porch.
It was about eleven in the morning and Mirage, having grown bored of the inside of the house and not daring to work Hound's monstrosity that he called a car on his own, had been overcome with curiosity when he had seen the truck arriving.
Now, he sat on the porch swing, rubbing lotion into his shoulders and legs as he watched the three perfect specimens of masculinity working up a healthy sheen of sweat.
Hound was in his overall's, though he had donned a white undershirt and a pair of heavy lace-up boots. His green hair fell into his eyes and clung to his sweat-soaked face as he lifted the heavy bales of hay, carrying them to the nearby barn. Trailbreaker was dressed in his jeans and a tee shirt, a pair of cowboy boots covering his enormous feet as he hoisted a bale onto his shoulder, hauling a second bale in his other hand.
Mirage watched the two men, his hands never ceasing their circular massage-like movements on his skin as he did so, lifting a leg to apply the sunscreen to his calves and thighs.
His eyes were automatically drawn to a certain area of anatomy on the very obvious males in question, lingering at the seams and wrinkles of the front of thick jeans, attempting to determine their sizes. Obviously they were large, but really they could simply be compensating for something… Trailbreaker crouched down to lift a dropped hay bale and Mirage got a perfect view of tight pulled jeans over what he was looking for.
He certainly wasn't disappointed.
Oh, he knew that he didn't stand a chance with Trailbreaker. The guy was married after all and didn't seem like the type to even consider someone being gay (he had not noticed that Mirage had practically undressed him with his eyes when they had first met), but his son… His son was a different matter entirely.
Disregarding his previous scruples about gaining any sort of attachment to anyone in the piss poor town, Mirage considered Hound.
Obviously he was gay. Really, even if he was straight he wouldn't have kissed Mirage or allowed Mirage to kiss him back unless he was so drunk off his ass that he couldn't tell the difference between genders. He was so innocent and trusting too, which was slightly disturbing to Mirage in a way that he couldn't quite place… In any case, the entire situation boiled down to two undeniable facts that made up the young Californian's mind almost instantly: One, Hound was hot as hell. Two, even if Mirage did get in his pants, the relationship would undoubtedly disintegrate when he left back for California… or Malibu, depending on when his car was fixed…
Mirage had to resist the urge to let his smirk curl across his face as he leaned back on the porch swing, plotting behind the reflective lenses of his glasses.
His first opening came soon enough when the truck was unloaded and Trailbreaker and the other man came over, going inside to get a drink.
"Hey, Mirage, you want something to drink?" Trailbreaker asked and Mirage smiled politely. "No thank you, I'm fine." The enormous man shrugged but smiled and went into the house. Mirage paused only for a moment before standing and walking over to Hound, hips swaying and head held high as he approached the truck where Hound was seated.
The younger boy was removing his tee shirt, the front and straps of his overalls slung about his hips as he pulled the sweat-soaked piece of fabric off, looking up in surprise when Mirage leaned against one of the tail-lights of the truck.
"Mirage." He murmured, unsure of what to expect.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday…"
"It's okay… I shouldn't have done it either." Hound knew instantly what the other boy was talking about.
Mirage held up his bottle of sunscreen.
"Let me make it up to you." He climbed onto the bed of the truck, sitting behind Hound, who twisted slightly, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, it's just sunscreen."
"You don't have to, you probably need it more."
"Look if you get sunburned too much you get skin cancer, there goes most of your life after that." Mirage stated with a wave of his hand. Hound didn't protest after that.
Mirage squeezed a generous amount of the sunscreen onto his hand, pressing the cool gel onto Hound's shoulder. Hound's back went bolt straight and he bit his lip at the sensation, relaxing marginally when Mirage began to massage the stuff into his skin, spreading it out over his broad back and strong shoulders. It didn't even occur to the younger boy that Mirage's hands were a little too firm on his body as they felt over every muscular inch of his back. After a few minutes of the massage-like motions Hound was putty in the older boy's hands, Mirage smirking inwardly as he moved to cover Hound's chest.
Hound stiffened and his half-closed eyes snapped open when he felt Mirage's slender fingers rubbing his pectorals.
"Calm down, big boy." Mirage murmured, his fingers dragging up and down the rock solid abdomen. "Almost done."
Hound was shaking slightly as Mirage finished, his hands pressing dangerously close to the top of his boxers as he finished up, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans.
"There you go." Mirage shrugged and walked away, Hound fairly falling back onto the bed of the truck as he watched the pale figure returning to the porch, his eyes glued to long, slender legs as his heart pounded in his ears. He was pretty sure he was slightly hard at this point and closed his eyes for a moment to try and will the feeling away.
The sound of the screen door slamming open drew Hound from his thoughts as Trailbreaker and Ironhide came out, roaring with laughter. The boy straightened and refastened his overalls, not bothering with his shirt as his daddy approached.
"That's it for today, son." Trailbreaker slapped the solid boy on his back. "Go out and have some fun with your friends, and take Mirage with you."
"Yes, sir." Hound nodded and stood, walking over to Mirage, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked down at the other boy. "You want to go into town with me? Me and the guys usually hang out at the local Honkytonk."
Mirage gave an unimpressed look, even with his shades on.
"The local what?"
