Let's talk about sparks, baby

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*Insert witty commentary here*

Seriously now, though. Stuff happens here. Good or bad, depends on how you see it. First-timers make for some very awkward MO sessions.

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Skyfire's reaction wasn't quite what Starscream had expected.

He was silently hoping for Skyfire to jump up and rejoice, screaming like a madbot and praising Primus for his midnight prayers finally having been answered, and then sweeping Starscream into his arms and showering him with the kisses he could only hope were as delightfully sweet as the romantics like his sister said they were.

Starscream had to settle for the next best thing.

"Oh Screamy…are you serious?"

He didn't bother coming up with a witty comeback anymore. He couldn't have, since as soon as Skyfire finished expressing his sheer amazement, Starscream decided that action would have answered him far better than sarcasm. That was why he just brought his and Skyfire's faces nearer than ever before—before when the most affectionate he ever got was a fast punch to the other's helmet. But now that Starscream had reached this point, he knew that there was no use going back, or coming to regret it later. He knew he couldn't go back and he knew he wouldn't regret this. So he leaned up and closed what little space was left between them.

'Oh Screamy…he is serious!'

No words in Skyfire's vast vocabulary could describe how he felt right now. Starscream's lips on his own was a sensation he never imagined would be so inexpressible because he didn't know quite yet what the word for the highest form of happiness was. Not knowing something and not feeling at all disturbed about it…this was something Skyfire found new. He didn't care. Just this once, he didn't care.

He knew that Starscream was feeling the same…a thought he was completely sure of. That was enough for him.

But what would happen after this…

What Skyfire knew of what had to be done he had picked up from lectures, archives, exchanged stories and hushed whispers from his devious older peers. Carefully but quickly, he pieced together what should be done and how he should go about it, hoping that that rudimentary knowledge and instinct would be enough to save his inexperience—that and his enthusiasm.

On Starscream's part, he would do what he could to make this worth keeping to memory.

"Wait…" Starscream broke off from Skyfire and pulled back. He looked absolutely…breathless?

He removed his hands from Skyfire's grip and shifted on the berth and unto the white mech. "If we're going to do this…and we will…then we're going to do this right." His new position had his legs resting on either side of Skyfire as he made himself comfortable on the other's lap. Skyfire, meanwhile, had scooted backwards until his wings felt wall. "Better?"

"Much." Skyfire replied.

"Thanks. Now what?"

Skyfire's response was as blunt as it could get. "I have to get my cord into your reception port and it's all up to how much we like it from there."

Starscream could've laughed at how he put it. "You make it sound easy."

"It should be." Skyfire said. "Now…" he turned his chin up to look at the red mech. "Do I have to…or do you wanna…."

"What?"

"…Open the panel to your reception port." Skyfire mumbled, trying not to sound too uncomfortable. "I kinda can't get to your reception port if it's, you know, closed."

The younger mech answered without a moment's hesitation. "You do it."

Light-blue optics widened. "Are you sure?" Skyfire asked with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

Sensing the worry coming off Skyfire, Starscream gave him an assuring grin and a pert nod to put him at ease. To truly expunge all negative thoughts and feelings that could possibly hold Skyfire back, the red flyer cupped Skyfire's face in his hands and gave a light, affectionate peck unto his nose.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

This gave Skyfire the confidence boost he needed.

Wanting not to waste another klik, Starscream moved up to sit on his knees, giving ample space for Skyfire to do what had to be done. Skyfire flexed his fingers, trying to loosen them up and remove all tension. He clasped them together as he exhaled the last of his niggling doubts and soon got to it.

His left hand settled on Starscream's right leg. His right hand cautiously moved to the area between Starscream's legs. Already he could feel Starscream growing excited, his frame trembling and shuddering violently as his fingers but only ghosted along the sensitive inner thighs. The excitement turned more intense, a powerful emotion strong enough to cause an unseen energy to hum against the curious digits. Starscream's fans cycled louder and faster with every gasp brought about by the slightest feel of Skyfire's gentle touch. The hand paused momentarily and seemed hesitant.

"If it's too much Screamy, just say so, okay?"

Starscream nodded quietly. The older mech continued.

His fingers quickly found the panel and began prying it open.

Actually, it was more of fumbling about as they clumsily attempted to wedge the protective plate into release as it stubbornly refused to do so. A little more applied pressure failed to accomplish the task.

Above, Starscream was holding back moan after moan when he realized that Skyfire was struggling. There was a small sensation of pain stemming from where his reception port was. The kind of pain that still felt so good in his pleasured haze. Unexplainable, and a bit disturbing, but that wasn't what was on his mind right now. "Skyfire? Y-you okay?"

"Technical difficulties…b-but it's nothing I can't handl—there!"

A small click was heard above the triumphant laugh. The panel fell open, prompting Starscream to edge his legs to a wider stance. There was no room for meekness now. And it never really was his thing anyway.

Skyfire removed his hand from Starscream and lowered it to where his interface cable was hidden when Starscream's own hand darted forward and stopped him by the wrist. Surprised, he was about to ask his friend what he was doing when the pair of lips he had come to adore were suddenly pressed against his. Light blue met deep red as Starscream gave him a warm gaze unguarded by the usual bad-bot front.

"You've done enough, Skyfire. It's my turn."

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TBC

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They make out. Don't worry.

And they will like it...maybe. Or Love it.