A/N: My sad attempt at sex...LOL. This story intertwines Holoforms with Mechforms so pardon the are welcome; characters (C) HASTAK
XI
It happened so suddenly, on top of the strategy map desk, right after Optimus' first fallout with Elita. The femme had so coldly dismissed her fiancée for no apparent reason and later on stood him up when he tried to reconcile. Optimus could sense them drifting apart; his desires had begun to focus on one of his younger and better-trained soldiers, the considerably younger Bumblebee.
Bumblebee himself had unrequited feelings for the leader but, like Optimus, tried to dismiss them as admiration. Both couldn't help feel attracted to each other; their passion simmering until time was right. Had Elita not deserted Optimus that one day, they wouldn't have clicked.
Bumblebee came in with some reports, the pile he was carrying fluttering like useless notes. "I hope Magnus drops dead…"he grumbled out loud. Pushing the door with his head, the soldier, arguably 18 years old in human terms, entered the room and promptly dumped the paperwork on the floor. "Sir, Commander Ultra Magnus has finished the casualty readings…sir?"
Optimus stared blankly out to the shielded Autobot base, hands interlocking. He turned around to see the very thing he desired plop some mindless mound of paper trail. "Thank you, Bumble…"The blonde looked around, his mommy wasn't in the room. "Sir, where's Elita One?" The Prime chuckled disheartened, no need to involve the young soldier in his petty argument. "She went out to revise some troops."
"I apologize for the intrusion sir." Bumble replied rather ashamed he was meddling. "There's no need for formalities Bumble; you are with family." Optimus assured, messing up Bumble's golden hair. This livened the mood as the leader helped the soldier pick up some of the paperwork. "How did your date with Razzle?" Bumble sighed inwardly; lately Optimus had decided to play matchmaker and would set him up with mindless dates.
"Not really good. She had a nice rack but not much brains after that." "My, you're picky." Optimus laughed fondly. Noticing the exasperated look on Bumble's face, Prime replied as he sat down on the floor. "I just want you to experience dating and the emotions that go with it before the war takes it all away." A normal soldier would make an optimistic remark but Bumble had gone through too much to be that stupid.
The knife-thick tension following Optimus' voice was suddenly broken when he heard Bumble hiss. "Dammit, paper cut." the blonde spat, energon-blood rapidly escaping the small wound. "I've been training with Ironhide and Sunny all day and NOW I get hurt!" Optimus instinctively grabbed the harmed finger and observed the wound. Had Bumble's lips always been this…cute?' 'Why did my heart-valve just skip a beat? This is Optimus for Primus' sake' Thoughts rushed between them, unconsciously drawing each other closer. In human terms, Optimus was nearly twenty-seven, over-aging Bumble by nearly nine years.
But one look into Bumble's blue eyes and Optimus' sanity disappeared for that moment. He took the tiny gash and kissed it, sucking up the minute amounts of energon that escaped. Bumblebee shuddered at such an intimate touch, never having experienced one before. In his insane state, Optimus lavished the hand with attentions far exceeding those he gave Elita.
Bumble's body reacted this with a quiet moan, opening the door for Prime to lock lips with him. The kiss was soft and delicate at first, allowing them to taste each other. Just as sudden, Optimus roughened the kiss and snatched Bumble up into his arms; the soldier's legs locked in place. Using the desk as leverage, the Prime ripped the blonde's shirt off that frail body and savored the torso obsessively.
Bumble's sounds were reduced to pleasurable groans, his hands tangling themselves into Optimus' hair. His breath was quick; his eyes partially shut while he took off the leader's jacket and shirt and tossed them to the floor. It was the first time Bumble's body had ever felt so much gratification and they still had their pants on.
Prime stopped for a moment to swallow some air and grasped what he was about to do. Both were breathing heavily as Bumble looked up to his leader with those insanity-inducing eyes. They spoke 'Why'd you stop?' almost vocally, riddled with uninhibited lust. "I can't…"Optimus managed to say, turning away from Bumble. Two arms wrapped around his waist and a head reclined innocently against the leader's back.
"Why?" "Because I don't want to hurt…" Bumblebee placed an index finger on the autobot leader's lips. "You're not." Bumble turned Optimus to face him. His eyes and shyly famished expression read almost painfully obvious… "It'll be our secret." Such a young spark-soul to refer infidelity as a secret.
Bumble then began to place many small kisses along Optimus's spine, arousing the same wild rush as before. The leader's eyes rolled back if for a moment in desire and finally spoke. "Our little secret." Hastily, Prime unbuttoned the young soldier's remaining clothing and propped him up the desk. He took the soldier's mouth as his own while Bumble made short work of his own clothing.
Bumble thrashed about, lost in these new sensations while Optimus nuzzled on top of his stomach. Their already heated bodies grinded against one another as their sparks almost bursting out of their chests. Finally catching his virginal prize, Prime gave it a quick lick, provoking a scream from Bumble; the boy too was losing his damn mind.
Their climax quickly approached, Bumble's agonizingly screaming his spark-heart out while Optimus revisited the soldier's nether regions over and over again. The blonde could only mouth 'Give me more…' as the leader prepared for the point of no return. Tethering Bumble's white-knuckled hands to the desk, he gave one final and decisive blow. Bumble's eyes went blank as he finally screamed the leader's name.
Optimus came up tired, lying on Bumble's tummy. Never had either experienced something like this, considering Prime's engagement to Elita. "This is nice," he whispered, relaxing for the first time in eons. "You too." Bumble laughed. "Did I just get fucked?" "Pretty much." The leader chuckled.
As the young soldier sat up, he gazed at his newfound lover with loving intentions and caressed his face. "So..." he started, interrupted by a quick peck on the lips, "Same time, tomorrow?" Optimus murmured, his forehead touching Bumble's. Screw the marriage. Bumblebee smiled delighted, "Sure."