Title: The Bet
Fandom: Transformers
Pairings/Characters: Optimus, Sam, Miles, Ironhide, Bumblebee
Word count: 441
Warnings: Optimus is a closet pervert and Miles likes that.
AN: Seriously, very slowly posting these. I have things to do today but I want to get through my backlog of Transformers B&P's.
They were watching each other with careful eyes, or in Optimus' case, optics. They had been introduced earlier and automatically had started to warily circle each other, metaphorically speaking.
"So, who wants to bed that they end up fucking within the next couple of days, if not hours?" Sam asked from his perch on Bumblebees hood. Ironhide was sprawled out, leaning against a building next to them, all of them watching the show going on in Optimus' hanger. The large mech next to them snorted and shifted with a bit of grinding gears.
"Why not kill each other?" Ironhide asked, tone amused as he turned a bemused optic towards the small human. He rumbled his appreciation of Sam laying out on Bee's hood and looking over his shades. He rather liked the way the smallest of them moved, more fluid than he had when they had first met him, the last two years of learning how to dodge, run and fight when needed, doing him some good.
The yellow car rumbled contently and settled better on his shocks, half in the shade, half out of it.
"Because with Miles he will either fuck or he will run, but rarely will he fight," Sam purred, turning back to watch his friend and Optimus continue to watch each other. The large mech said something, too soft for them to catch it, but loud enough for Miles since he blushed slightly and continued to type quickly on his laptop. Sam fingered that he was either working on homework or playing around on the net once more. Either was possible with his friend and that laptop. "And something was said that was very naughty. He only blushes like that when bondage, alien on human action or times the three of us have been caught interfacing, so to speak, come up in conversation."
"Optimus is what you would call a closet pervert," Bumblebee said, making Sam burst into laughter, the lean human holding his stomach as he curled up with his laughter.
"I wouldn't doubt it. He should embrace his inner pervert. Miles seems to like it by the looks of things," Sam panted out, eyes half lidded behind his tilted sunglasses as he looked to the hanger. Ironhide turned to look at the hanger and snickered as he watched Optimus smirk very slightly as Miles blushed once more.
Only Sam was unsurprised when, two hours later, after more teasing from Optimus towards Miles, the Autobot leader got up and closed the hanger door. Nor was he very surprised when Optimus and Miles reappeared, the large mech looking quite smug with himself.
And Miles…Miles had the same dazed "I've been fucked silly" look Sam often had after a night with his two lovers.