Starscream stood with the help of Optimus after Ratchet decided he had recovered enough to attempt walking. It had been six days since he had last seen the Nemesis. The Autobots had taken great care of him, but most of his recovery was because Optimus never left his side more than a few minutes.
He looked up at the Prime and took the offered cube. He had never seen Optimus drink during his stay in the Prime's base. "Aren't you going to drink?"
"I already did this morning," he said. Starscream knew he was lying, but he did not point it out. He drank obediently and slowly crawled into the Prime's lap. "Starscream," he sighed.
"Shh." The Seeker kissed his jaw, purring softly. "I know you haven't been refueling after your mate died, Prime. You don't have to be strong for me. I won't tell anyone. I'm still mentally unstable and cannot return to the Nemesis."
The Prime looked down at him and Starscream saw sorrow in his blue optics. "I do not wish to talk about her."
Starscream sat up in his lap and kissed his jaw. "Then let me wipe her from your mind." The Seeker pushed the Prime on his back and kissed down his neck, hoping to stimulate some reaction by heating the mech up. He was not disappointed when the Prime growled and flipped him onto his belly, pressing his hot panel to the Seeker's aft.
"I am dominant," he rumbled, his still-gentle servos pressing him into the berth. Starscream let the Prime take him, surprised at his slow rhythm. The Prime was taking his time, more concerned about his partner than himself. He was the absolute opposite of Megatron and Starscream found himself enjoying the time he spent with the large mech.
He could not hold his cry of pleasure back when his climax came. Optimus filled his valve and pulled out, kissing the Seeker's armor cool. The Prime did not look up as the door opened and Ratchet took in the scene before him: Optimus and Starscream fully exposed, the Seeker panting heavily, and a puddle of fluid forming.
"Prime! I cannot believe you! You seriously fragged a weak patient? You could have killed him! Or severely damamged him! How could you of all mechs be so stupid?"
Starscream laid his helm down, purring under the Prime as he kissed his body. He blushed at the scene they made. He looked at Optimus and saw the Prime was smirking into the Seeker's silver armor. He looked up at the doorway as the door closed again with an angry huff from the medic.
"He is just concerned that I am rushing into another relationship so soon after the death of..." He grunted, pulling off the Seeker. "He is worried for me. And for you."
"Well, you tell him I'm fine." He rolled over and saw the Prime's optics move to the scar on his hip. Recognition crossed his face and the Prime dipped his helm to kiss it, earning a little mew from the Seeker.
"You did not listen to me about getting smaller heels, but did you lie and say a mech threw you?" He looked up at him, amusement filling his blue optics and for a minute Starscream saw Orion Pax again.
"I did. They all believed me."
The Prime chuckled and laid beside him, rubbing the Seeker's body down. "You should rest after an activity like that. Who knows? I might have damaged your processor more."
"And will that keep me here with you for a little while longer?"
Optimus grinned. "Maybe we should start up again, in that case."