As the two wreckers played, their game of tag began taking them further and further away from the base. Before either of them had realized anything, they were over a mile out into an area with hills and ridges, similar to where they had interfaced the night before. Not only was the cover good for privacy, but it made for a good arena to play in. They were able to pass by, swirl around and make leaps over each other in the rough terrain until they inevitably ran out of steam. This presented one of them with an opportunity to finish the game and come out victorious.
Switching form, Bulkhead quickly grabbed Wheeljack by the back bumper and held tight. Preventing him from driving away. "Got'cha!" He exclaimed with a laugh.
"Ya' sure about that, Bulk?" Wheeljack remarked before transforming as well and grabbing Bulkhead in return by the arm. Purposely pulling him down so he lost his balance and stumbled to the ground beside him. Then, as Bulkhead rolled onto his back, Wheeljack took the opportunity to move over him and pin him down to the desert floor. "Who's got who, now?" He teased.
Not phased by this, Bulkhead smirked and used his superior strength to turn the tables on Wheeljack's plan. With one quick push, he was able to knock Wheeljack down to the ground and move over top of him, pinning him down with greater ease. "I win." He replied to Wheeljack's earlier taunting, however, it came out quieter than words of victory normally would have. Being over his bondmate in such a way arose a pulsing in his spark and before he knew it, he was leaning down and kissing Wheeljack over his chestplate.
Wheeljack's faceplates heated up and his spark fluttered when Bulkhead spoke in that deep soft tone. The kissing only heightened what he was feeling. Placing a servo on Bulkhead's helm, he rubbed it gently and muttered. "Bulk… w-what are you doing?"
Not answering, Bulkhead continued to kiss over Wheeljack's frame and even traced his large servos down the sides of the smaller bot. The comfort he felt in doing this with person he loved and the confidence it gave him from the fact that he could feel how much Wheeljack enjoyed it, he couldn't bring himself to stop now. After everything that had happened between now and the first time they interfaced and bonded, Bulkhead wanted nothing more than to do it again and without words, he knew Wheeljack felt the same.
It didn't take much for Wheeljack to give in and relax, allowing Bulkhead to explore and play with his body. "Don't get me wrong… I really want this, Bulk, but…" He paused with a shutter when Bulkhead had started playing with his pelvic plating.
"But, what?" Bulkhead asked with concern and curiosity as he stopped for a moment and met optics with Jackie who lay beautifully beneath him.
"Well…" Wheeljack sat up and grabbed onto Bulkhead's shoulder so they were face to face. "I didn't get the chance to tell you that I've been getting some crazy pains in my valve that go in and out. I think you might've damaged me a little last night." He spoke gently and projected that he wasn't upset with Bulkhead over it and that the last thing he wanted being his lover becoming overly worried. "And…" He covered Bulkhead's mouth with his servo, to prevent him from interrupting. "I already planned on seeing the doc about it as soon as I get a chance to do so without the whole fragging team knowing that you nearly destroyed me with that oversized spike of yours." Smiling, he hopped the compliment would ease Bulkhead a bit as he moved closer to kiss his big green Wrecker.
Bulkhead couldn't speak and with the complement to his mech-hood, followed up by the kiss, he could only bring himself to press into the kiss and hope Wheeljack didn't notice his heated faceplates. Now that he'd finally experienced making love and a relationship on what he once thought was its deepest level, he realized that there was more to it than just interfacing and spark-bonding. Although Wheeljack denied him an interface, this was alright and he felt no negative effects. This wasn't just because it was followed by kisses and compliments either, but because there was a satisfaction he felt from the simplicity of just being close. Just the act of them touching was enough. Words meant nothing, no expectations were placed on them from either side. All that mattered, all that had meaning to them, was the powerful, loving bond, that ignited their sparks and reminded them of the eternal link they created.