C.M.D: I've been trying to keep on task with regular updates this year, but I'm also working on an artbook for my Kittycon/Autodog stuff so it's eating up more of my time. So much that I'm a couple days past update period... Anyhow, enjoy this pointless, lil' snippet!
"Well, that could have gone better..."
Hot Shot stood awkwardly on a stool, leaning into an open panel in the side of the action matrix's scoreboard; one servo rifling through the swell of wiring, the other holding a flashlight to illuminate the structure's dim interior. At the foot of his ladder, stood Wedge, patiently waiting with tools in his grasp and spare parts at his pedes.
"No one told you to go running tricks down Heatwave's hallway -especially not while blaring your horn at the same time," the orange recruit pointed out matter-of-factly.
Hot Shot spared a moment to pull away from his search just to pout at his companion. "But professor Grimlock liked our horns!," he protested, "Why can't H.W just appreciate our ingenuity for once? Besides, you have to dismantle yours too."
"Found that wire yet?," Wedge asked, redirecting Hot Shot's focus. The red youngling groaned lightly but bent back into the hole all the same. "Heatwave is, sorta, right though. We really should have thought about not vandalizing academy property before we made our own alarm systems. And, for your information, I already put the track buzzer back in place. I didn't exactly mangle its construction when hooking it up to my dash- unlike you and Medix."
"Not fair!," Hot Shot whined, leaning out of the panel again. This time he pulled a bundle of frayed cabling with him. "You and Hoist with your 'smarty-smarmy' processors... I should have known you were done already; why else would you help me?"
Wedge caught the cable as it dangled down towards him, assessing the damaged ends before he picked up the buzzer's sound piece from among the tools. "Maybe I just wanted to spend some quality time with you, alone," he said, a grin spreading across his face as the red recruit stepped down to help, "But mostly I wanted to make sure the job was done right the first time. Saves me from having to fix your mess later on."
Hot Shot nudged the ex-Decepticon at the other's friendly jab, his servos occupied with holding the batch of tethered cabling aloft, remaining quiet as the taller youngling set to soldiering new connections for the piece.
"...Honestly, I rather be doing chores. That last mission was kind of...," the Autobot mumbled, "Unsettling."
Wedge shot his companion a look, optics dimming sympathetically. What should have been a simple satellite repair mission got skewed pretty quickly, made worse by their own carelessness and ignorance. Thankfully, aside from minor damages to Hoist, they were able to come out of it unscathed. "This universe is pretty big... and there's more life to it than we could possibly know."
"I could be happy never knowing them all," Hot Shot replied. He shivered minutely, his expression scrunched up in displeasure. "Those vine things were cold, and rough, and slimy... If more lifeforms are in the grab-you-and-never-let-you-go department, then we can just never meet! Goodbye; see you never!
The triple-changer hummed at his friend's words, studying his handiwork with half a processor. Definitely the experience of being trapped by aggressive, alien vegetation was one Wedge would not wish to repeat; still, he couldn't deny the thought of Hot Shot, immobilized, revved his engine a little. "I don't know... There can be some benefits to being held down a little, don't you think?"
"Are you crazy?!," Hot Shot shouted in askance, eyeing the orange recruit up and down worriedly. "Did you get your processor knocked about too, back on that planet? Why would anyone want to be tied up?!"
Wedge shrugged casually, swapping his soldiering iron out for some cable ties. "Different situation, different atmosphere, you know? I think maybe you're being a little too quick to judge, Hot Shot," he replied easily, the grin stretching further across his cheekplates as he moved his way up the cables, testing that they were properly secured together.
The quadruple-changer moved his servos out of the way and under the mass of wiring with a huff, giving his companion access to the surface area in front of him. "Listen, you can all joke and call me slow, but I am not nearly that dumb," he retorted, grumbling softly under his intakes as he watched Wedge finish weaving another plastic tie around the cables, "As if 'bots would really find being held prisoner fun..."
Yet when Hot Shot turned to step back up on the stool, he found himself quickly yanked around -by a loop of cable tie cinched tight around his wrists!
"W-wha-what?!," he squeaked loudly, glancing up to find the ex-Decepticon holding the excess length.
"Different perspective, see?," Wedge said, giving another hard yank towards himself. Hot Shot nearly tripped as he stumbled forward, barely able to back up enough to avoid colliding with his friend's frame; their faces only a couple inches apart as the triple-changer's smile grew downright devious. "And for the record, I think you'd look gorgeous tied down. With rope. In say, a yellow, to match the rest of you."
Hot Shot was trying to look anywhere but at those smoldering blue optics, yet his gaze couldn't stray longer than an astrosecond before it was quickly reeled back in. The red recruit almost whimpered. That expression on Wedge's face was doing weird things to his neural net; the tightening of the plastic ties around his bound servos serving as a catalyst.
"We-wedge, I-i-"
And then just as suddenly as it had started, the orange youngling was stepping away, while the snipped cable tether slid to the floor. "Better hurry up, Hot Shot," he announced, the smirk visible on his face, though he refused to meet his friend's optics as he climbed back down to the arena floor, "Curfew is coming up and you don't want to disappoint Heatwave by not finishing the job before recharge."
Hot Shot couldn't move. "W-wedge? Wedge!," the quadruple-changer called out, embarrassed by how his vocalizer pitched unevenly. His energon was burning hot and his processor was even more of a mess at the implications of the other's previous statement.
Wedge was already halfway to the exit and it didn't appear as though he would be stopping any time soon. "Feel free to come find me if you have questions. I'm all yours, whenever the need rises," the construction recruit returned smugly, shaking an arm behind his helm as he left.
This time, the red youngling really did whimper. He could barely feel his legs and every rub at the sting in his wrist joints sent electric pulses of desire straight to his interface array.
Curse that slag-ridden, arrogant, handsome jerk!
C.M.D: More of these two upcoming in the near future!
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