Title: Puppy Love, Chapter 8 Alternate
Fandom: Transformers G1 AU
Pairing/Characters: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1008
Summary/Warnings: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe finally get the chance to explore one another
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No harm was intended in the creation of this work. All rights belong to the original creators.
Sunstreaker stirred from recharge, overly warm and restless. He shifted, immediately noticing the lack of Sideswipe's frame next to him and also just where the warmth was originating from.
His optics onlined, and he raised his head to stare down the length of his chassis. Sideswipe looked up from between Sunstreaker's thighs, Sideswipe's glossa darting out to moisten his lipplates. Even in the dim glow of their optics, Sunstreaker could see streaks of oral lubricant smeared across Sideswipe's chin and streaked over Sunstreaker's lower belly and thighs.
"What are you doing?" Sunstreaker demanding, the words ending on a gasp as Sideswipe palmed Sunstreaker's interface panel. Sunstreaker stared down at his brother in shocked lust.
"Nothing," Sideswipe replied, smug smile decorating his faceplates. "Just… exploring…" he said, leaning over and licking a long, wet stripe with his glossa up the center of Sunstreaker's panel. Despite Sunstreaker's efforts against the action, the panel snicked open, the tang of valve lubricant suddenly scenting the air.
"Oooh, so pretty, Sunny," Sideswipe breathed, running a light digit over the heated array.
Sunstreaker reached down and shoved Sideswipe's hand away. "We're not supposed to! Ratchet said… You're supposed to be resting!"
"I've rested enough. And I don't know a lot, but I know that this doesn't make new sparks," Sideswipe replied, dipping his head and extending his glossa to run it over the length of Sunstreaker's rapidly pressurizing spike. Sunstreaker's elbow gave out and he moaned, hand flying up to cover his mouth.
Sideswipe raised his head. "Unless you don't want me to touch you…" he said, pouting with a coy look.
Sunstreaker grabbed at his brother's helm, catching an audio horn and stroking it. "Get your mouth back down there," he told Sideswipe, watching his brother's optics turn blissful at the touch on his horn. "Just don't hurt yourself."
"Give me some credit," Sideswipe muttered, wrapping a hand around Sunstreaker's spike and pumping it slowly.
Sunstreaker's head fell back, and he stared blindly at the ceiling, awash in the sensations originating from his groin. Sideswipe's touch was at times hesitant, but their bond allowed him to almost immediately know what made Sunstreaker writhe the most.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Sideswipe was eagerly licking transfluid from his fingers, Sunstreaker a strutless heap beneath Sideswipe's heavy weight.
"Mmm, I liked that," Sideswipe murmured, hands stroking Sunstreaker's shivering thighs.
He did, Sunstreaker knew. Sideswipe had always had an eagerness to please whether it be the crowd or his brother. And for Sunstreaker, the joy singing from Sideswipe's part of the bond was just as arousing as the physical sensations.
"Get up here," Sunstreaker said softly, tugging on Sideswipe's shoulders. Sideswipe complied, slithering up Sunstreaker's body until Sideswipe lay half on his brother's chassis, engine purring happily. Sunstreaker pulled on the back of his brother's helm and their lipplates met, glossas tangling. Sunstreaker tasted himself on Sideswipe's glossa, and he sucked at the appendage for more, making Sideswipe moan. His brother's hips twisted, rubbing his array against Sunstreaker's upper thigh in a desperate shimmy.
Sunstreaker grabbed Sideswipe's aft and ground his thigh against Sideswipe's interface panel. Sideswipe cried out, his head tossing back fitfully. He then fell fell to the side, elbow knocking into the wall in his hurry to tug Sunstreaker atop him.
"Careful," Sunstreaker warned even as his pushed himself up and knelt between Sideswipe's thighs. He ghosted a hand over the burning heat that was Sideswipe's open, dripping valve, and Sideswipe squirmed.
"Ah… Sunny," he murmured, hands weakly grasping at whatever part of Sunstreaker he could reach. Sunstreaker leaned down and blew a gust of warm air over Sideswipe's quivering spike, grinning a little at the mewl his brother made.
"Tease!" Sideswipe growled.
In answer, Sunstreaker plunged two digits into Sideswipe's valve, the virgin walls clamping tight around the invaders. Sideswipe let out a strangled groan as Sunstreaker gently scissored his fingers, working some of the tension loose. He flicked his glossa at the straining tip of Sideswipe's spike, and Sideswipe arched, his leg sliding off the edge of the berth as he thrashed. Sunstreaker paused, sliding a hand under Sideswipe's aft and cupping his hip as best he could to support off the bad joint.
"Please… please don't stop!" Sideswipe begged, trying to pull Sunstreaker close with his other foot.
"You're sure I'm not hurting you?" Sunstreaker asked, his optics searching his brother's face for signs of pain.
Sideswipe furiously shook his head. "You're fine! Promise! Just keep going!"
"Shut it! You're going to wake Ratchet," Sunstreaker scolded. Both twins froze, their heads turning in unison to stare at the wall that bordered their guardian's room.
"He's recharging. Come on," Sideswipe urged after a moment. His hand darted down between his legs and he grasped his spike and began stroking it.
"Please, Sunny, please, come on," he babbled, shifting restlessly. Sunstreaker batted Sideswipe's hand aside, internally smiling at his impatient, writhing twin. He took over stroking the spike in firm, lingering spirals, his glossa dipping into Sideswipe's valve alongside Sunstreaker's fingers.
Sunstreaker focused on the echo of sensations along their bond, the taste of his twin on the back of his glossa, and did his best to make Sideswipe fall apart. Judging by the moans and cries echoing in his audios, Sunstreaker was doing a pretty good job of just that.
Sideswipe overloaded shortly after, biting the back of his own wrist to keep from screaming. Sunstreaker used the edge of the berth bedding to wipe Sideswipe clean and to catch a few smears of lubricant on his own plating that Sideswipe had missed. Then he flopped to his twin's side and gathered Sideswipe's still shuddering form against him.
Sunstreaker slid a hand down Sideswipe's chassis, fingering the near invisible seam there. "Open?" he asked, vocalizer nearly muted with exhaustion.
His brother was tired too, but he did as Sunstreaker asked, the room lighting up with the glow of their sparks as the two halves reached for each other. The last Sunstreaker remembered was the sensation of falling without fear.
