Title: Sweet Fluff

Fandom: Transformers

Pairings/Characters: Sam, Trent

Word count: 3159

Warnings: Sex in Part 3

AN: I took all of the small parts of Sweet Fluff and placed them into one chapter for easy reading.

Why had he been the one chosen to go hunt down the more than likely buzzed Trent?

Sighing, Sam brushed a hand through his hair, frowning lightly to himself as he stood next to Trent's parked car. He knew that the other man would come back to his car, nap, and then probably call someone to come pick him up if he was still buzzed. This time thought there had been Decepticon sightings in the area, so everyone was being called back to the base and Sam had been the closest one in range of Trent.

Bumblebee was waiting for him nearby as Sam lent against Trent's car and thought about how the high school jock had learned about the Autobots. After the shit that had gone on in Egypt, Trent had hunted down Mikeala and in a fit of madness, the black-haired woman had broken her contract and told him everything, dragging Trent to the base and blowing that secret wide open.

She was still under constant surveillance and had lost their respect along with no learning anything from Ratchet like she had wanted to. She was still pissed about that, especially since Sam had taken her place as part of his training as the new human to Autobot liaison.

Trent on the other hand had been given a job as the linguistics expert, the man going to college to get his degree. It had been a year since that time, and every three weeks like clockwork, Trent would go out with some of his buddies from the base and either get buzzed or laid.

Shaking his head, Sam snickered as Trent strolled down the sidewalk, looking rather smug with himself. Sam had to say that the other had gotten lucky after having a few drinks. He only swaggered like that after a few drinks.

"Trent, man, come on! We have a call in!" Samm called out, getting a curious look from the other man. "Sightings, dude. Got to head home."

"I see," Trent hummed as he came up to the car, pulling out his keys and tossed them to Sam, eyes looking to the others hair. He always had a thing for the lanky male before him, but he had never really admitted it to anyone.

After all, he had been a jock and later a real ladies' man. Though, after hanging around giant alien robots where the male like beings outnumbered the female like ones somewhere at 12 to 1 really changed your thoughts on sex and relationships. Not that Trent would ever admit to liking Sam even now. He didn't want to end up on the wrong side of a gun after all.

Walking around to the other side of the car, Trent waiting for Sam to open the door before sliding in. Watching the other man, the brunet compared his latest score, a pretty little male, to Sam, finding the score lacking. Of course, he had been chosen for the simple fact that he came close to Sam in appearance.

Licking his lips, Trent settled in to enjoy the ride back to the base, feeling the drinks he had at the club really start to get to him, along with the semi-interesting sex. He was warm with the heater turned on, pleasantly relaxed and quiet ready to take a nap, even with a yellow car riding their bumper.

Now if only Sam's hair would stop falling around his face, looking so damn soft and touchable, he would be able to.

Sending a glare at Sams hair, Trent shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out as the other man sent him a curious look at the glares being sent at him.

"So wanna tell me why you're glaring at me?" Sam asked, curious and figuring that the other would be willing to talk to him in his half-asleep state.

"No glaring at you," Trent said, yawning as he nearly buried himself in his jacket. "Your hair."

"Okay, so why are you glaring in my general direction?" Sam asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"Glaring at your hair," Trent slurred before yawning again. "Looks all soft and fluff." With that said, the linguistic in training fell asleep, leaving a softly smiling Sam to drive them back to their base.

Part 2

Running the warmed water hose from the spout to where Bumblebee was sunning himself next to several items to bathe him, Sam smiled. Both loved getting together for bath time, for either of them, since it usually ended up with them in their room and content, if not needing a new bath.

Turning the water on, he made sure it was warm enough before turning it onto the yellow car, smiling at the purr of an engine that the move got. Laughing lowly, Sam started to wet the sleek body down, making sure he got every part of it before filling a bucket with water and car soap. Starting to wash Bumblebee, the lean human was soon wet himself and rinsing off the purring Autobot before turning off the hose and picking up the towel to dry his bonded off.

Working his way from the outside in, Sam sat in the backseat, unsurprised when Bumblebee's holoform formed next to him, honey blond hair falling over glowing blue eyes that screamed smug satisfaction and lust.

"You know, I think Trent has a thing for me," Sam hummed, eyebrow raising as Bumblebee snorted and scratched at his goatee.

"You just realized this? Most of the others figured that out a while ago," the other hummed as Sam vacuumed his floor with care.

"Most of the others?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow once more as he knelt on the floor to get under the seats.

"Optimus and them, Lennox and Epps only," Bee replied, enjoying the view of Sams ass, shifting so his legs were spread, and his length was on display as it pressed against his pants.

"Why is it I'm the only one to find out last?" Sam snorted, shaking his head as he knelt between Bumblebee's knees, eyes sparkling at the other male.

"Because you never really pay attention and Trent tries to hide it," the Autobot said, hissing when Sam hummed and reached forward to tease his fingers over his length before shifting so he could press a kiss against his cheek.

"Mean mech," Sam teased before sitting down in his lovers lap, wrapping his arms around Bee's neck, humming happily as strong arms slid around his waist, windows darkening around them as they pulled into Bumblebee's hanger, making Sam laugh in delight.

"Teasing human," Bumblebee returned as he cupped his humans ass, groaning a low sound out.

"So, what are we going to do about Trent?" Sam asked, purring happily as the other worked his hands up his shirt, teasing his fingers over soft skin and lean muscles.

"I say we draw him in for a threesome. It would be fun, that's for sure," the blond mused lowly, pulling off Sam's shirt, tossing it aside. Leaning forward, he nipped at one of Sams nipples before soothing it with his tongue. "You are still mine, but I wouldn't say no to sharing you with Trent. He cares about you, loves you in his way."

"He is a human," Sam moaned, nuzzling into his lover's hair as Bumblebee mouthed at his nipple. "Think all the exposure to you guys and the shard has messed with his biology like it did with me and Will?" he asked, feeling the mech in human form smile against his chest before teeth worked his nipple again and then sucking following it.

"Yes, I have a feelings it's messing with his biology. Though if Ratchets prediction is true, you'll end up being something like Alice," the elder of the two said before flipping them over, settling between sams legs with a smirk. "Now, less talking, more screwing."

"I can deal with that," Sam cooed, batting his eyes.

Part 3

Redacted due to Sex here and found on AO3

Part 4

Once more, he was hunting Trent down, this time without worrying about the damn car, his friend having caught a ride into town. He was standing in front of the club that Trent was in, leaning against Bumblebee as he fought the blush that was threatening to spread over his cheeks as he waited. Taping his foot, he sighed and pushed away from Bees door as Trent stumbled out of the tavern.

"Trent! Come on, I'm your ride," he called out, getting squinted at by the other man as he caught his balance.

"Again?" he whined, making Sam snicker and nod as he opened the driver's side door.

"Yep, again. Now hop in so I can get us back," Sam said, sliding in as Trent staggered to the passenger side door and got in with a moan. "Sorry about ruining your evening," the younger of the two said, smiling as the other man waved his hand.

"Eh, no worries, really," Trent hummed as Bee slid the seat belt over him. "No bondage games please," he muttered, making the other two snort and Sam shake his head, Bee stuttering. "Tell your boyfriend not to strangle me to. I like living."

"I doubt that you'll have that problem," Sam drawled, smiling at Trent as they pulled away from the curb and headed towards the base. The ex-jock hummed and slurred, complaining about being strangled or molested by the seat belt that was around him. Sam kept trying to stop himself from laughing, eyes dancing in amusement as occasionally Bumblebee stuttered in laughter.

"I doubt Bee is trying to strangle you, much less trying to molest you," Sam finally got out as he pulled over near one of the parameter fences, stopping to let himself giggle.

"Then why is the damn thing sliding down to my groin?" Trent grumped. Looking over, Sam had to smile and shake his head as he opened the door, stepping out into the night as he burst into laughter once more. Leaning against Bumblebees hood, the lean male tipped his head back to gaze at the sky, trying to calm his laughter as Trent join him, leaning against the hood next to Sam.

"Sorry but me and Bee have been talking. Apparently, I'm oblivious and you're as transparent as a window," Sam drawled, getting a curious look. "You shouldn't stare at someone's ass when you're around beings that have perfect memories and can replay any memory they have at any moment," Sam drawled, watching Trent slowly turn red. "Bee pointed it out me. So, me and him talked and came to the decision that if you're interested, we wouldn't say no to drawing you into a triad. That is if you're not against being with a giant alien robot and a human that has enough information crammed into his head to take over the world with only six moves."

Trent started at the leaning Sam who was watching the sky, trying not to gaze at him in return. Looking to the sky to, his eyes trailing over the constellations that he knew, his mind raced over his options. He knew that the two wouldn't be insulted if he said no, but he also knew that he wanted Sam and to a lesser degree, Bumblebee. The mech was one of the smaller ones and rather good looking, if you didn't mind the fact that he was a mechanical alien, and after living on base and watching the human/Cybertronian couples had shown him how deep the relationships went.

"Can we date for a bit? I want to see if it would work before we get really into it," Trent finally said, meeting Sams eyes, getting a soft smile.

"We can do that," Sam hummed, bee purring softly under them before twitching forward slightly.

"Decepticons are within sensor range. We need to get to the base and the dampeners," Bumblebee said from his speakers.

"Yeah. We can plan our first date and how things will go," Sam said, Trent nodding with a smile. Getting into Bee, the threesome headed for the base, the two humans twining their fingers over the gear shift between them.