C.M.D: This is just some pointless nonsense that I threw together for laughs. I really don't have any reason to post it... eh, but have at it, you thirsty gremlins!
xX Movie Night: The Redux Xx
So... What's this movie again?" Hot Shot leaned in closer to Wedge, attempting to look over his shoulder wheel at the tablet in his servos.
Wedge, catching his sneaking, tucked the device further out of sight. "No peeking," he chastised jovially. "I promise it's not the same one that got you so spooked last time."
"I wasn't scared!," Hot Shot protested instantly. He leaned back only an inch, still trying to catch a glimpse of the orange recruit's screen with no success. "I, just, uh... Had a bad neural reaction to... Something!," he added lamely.
"Sure you did," Wedge returned, chuckling lightly as Hot Shot fell back against the couch pit's seat with a huff. The holo-projector flared to life as the triple-changer tapped firmly at his tablet; a network connection forming between the two devices, loading up the file from Wedge's digital library.
"We can always try watching that flick again, if you're really adamant about it," the orange recruit continued, settling into the cushion beside his companion. Of course, he maintained a space of several inches between them, so as not to look suspicious to anyone passing through the student lounge. "But only when we're really alone. I don't want any interruptions."
The smaller youngling made a face, glancing away from the opening credits to glance at his friend oddly. "Interruptions?", he questioned, puzzled.
Wedge glanced shortly at the multi-changer, face perfectly neutral as he spoke. "Yeah. In case you need to climb all over me again in comfort."
Hot Shot spluttered loudly at the statement, cheekplates as red as his paintjob. He didn't know which was worse: the idea that he had jumped Wedge in fright over a movie, or the ex-Decepticon saying that he done so in the most nonchalant tone. "I-i-i did no s-such thing!," he hissed in embarrassment, sweeping a limp punch at the orange youngling's side.
Unperturbed, Wedge stretched his arms along the upper rim of the couch pit, his optics fixed to the holo-screen as he smirked. "Of course you did."
"L-liar!," the smaller recruit squeaked, still refusing to believe his companion's words. The fact that he couldn't quite remember that specific afternoon didn't help assuage his discomfort.
Not breaking his gaze from the movie, the triple-changer leaned over toward the Autobot, speaking directly into his audio receptor with hushed tones. "Intentional or not, you jumping into my lap made me realize how much I like you... and how badly you get my engine revving. You don't know how many times I've hurried off to somewhere private for some alone time, after an interaction with you. I kinda want to do that right now, honestly."
Hot Shot's engine actually gave a little start at the candid confession, heat still spreading across his plating, even as Wedge moved back to his original position. He tried to pay attention for the next few astroseconds, but his mind kept drifting back to the orange youngling's words. The idea that he charged up the ex-Decepticon so much was causing his own circuits to overheat. Shifting uncomfortably, Hot Shot faced his friend, mouth opening-
And was promptly interrupted as Hoist and Medix walked into the lounge. "Ooh, are we watching a movie? What movie are we watching?," the teal recruit asked, ambling over to the pit quickly.
"A comedy," Wedge answered, much to Hot Shot's chagrin. That feeling intensified as the construction youngling scooted over so Hoist could drop into the open space between the pair.
"Seems like a waste of time," Medix sighed. All the same, he too, stepped down into the pit and settled onto the cushions.
Now he really would have to watch the movie, the multi-changer thought with a grimace. Venting softly, he returned to slouching against the couch, silently immersing himself into the film; after a while, he truly beginning to follow the plot and laugh along with his friends.
Until he felt his own tablet vibrate.
Making sure no one noticed, Hot Shot slid the device out of his subspace, unlocking the screen. What he saw gave the red youngling pause. He had several messages. From Wedge.
From right now!
The Autobot glanced up, but nope, the triple-changer seemed just as engrossed in the holo-screen as everyone else and his tablet was also out of sight.
Perplexed, but curious, Hot Shot opened the messages' details and became even more confused. Wedge was sending him emoticons of vegetables and... raindrops? Why? Another string of images came through -a fist with the same produce items- and the multi-changer snapped his helm up again to find nothing amiss. Wedge was watching the movie, same as everyone else. Annoyed, as well as befuddled, the recruit opened a search engine to solve his friend's riddle -and almost promptly dropped his tablet in shock.
"Hot Shot, are you even paying attention to the film?," Medix demanded crossly from his left. "I am trying to understand why those humans have to hide in that one disguise, and you being on that device is distracting!"
"S-sorry!," the multi-changer stuttered in apology, trying to turn off the notifications. Before he could tuck away the tablet though, he saw two more messages had come in: heart, tongue, peach, raindrops. Bed, hammer, fireworks, smirking face.
Hyper-aware of what these specific emoticons meant now, Hot Shot shoved his tablet back into subspace, every inch of his neural net on fire with embarrassment and sudden lust. Sitting back awkwardly against the couch cushions, the red recruit had the misfortune of looking up and, this time, catching Wedge's optics. He shouldn't have been at all surprised by the smug smirk pulling at the other's lip components, but it was the little lick he did that made Hot Shot quiver.
It took everything in the smaller youngling's frame not to merely snap his plating back wantonly.
First chance he got, he was going to run to his berthroom for the next few cycles, just to spite the orange recruit. Now if only the movie could end sooner!
C.M.D: Horny "teen" robots can't pass up those insinuating, lil' pictographs, dare ya to change my mind!