This follows "Are You Glitched" but I wrote is as a separate fic...but...FF is...strange...and I'm still not sure I'm doing this right O_o
But yes. This chapter is just Optimus and Bee.
(On the off chance that someone reads this: I don't plan to write more of these like I would in a multi-chaptered fanfic. If I write more, I'll submit, so I'm not going to label this as "complete." I write if my muse kicks me...which happens randomly...but don't hold your breath lol)
Bumblebee checks his internal clock again, sighing. "Sari finally gets back from her vacation with her dad, but now I have to wait for her to catch up with her homework before we can go for a drive? This is totally lame!" he fumes internally. "I'll just go and wait at the tower. Who knows? She may be able to sneak away early," the yellow Autobot says aloud, leaving his room and hurrying to the exit of their makeshift base.
"Bumblebee, can I see you for a moment?" Optimus Prime says, sticking his helm out from his office.
"But boss-bot, I was going to go get Sari! She's been gone for two whole Earth weeks!" Bumblebee argues, wondering which of his pranks have finally taken effect to warrant a visit to the Prime's office, as he slides to a halt
"Now, Bumblebee," the larger Autobot says, leveling a serious expression at the most energetic of the Autobot crew, an expression that occasionally got Bumblebee to actually do as he was told.
With a dramatic sigh, no doubt something he picked up from Sari, Bumblebee backtracks, Optimus closing the door once he's inside the office. "Did Ratchet set off a paint bomb?" he asks, acting ashamed for Prime's sake, but internally hoping to see the grumpy medic wearing the lovely shade of pink he'd chosen for the prank.
Optimus laughs quietly while he locks his door. "No, he didn't set off a paint bomb. Now that I know about it though, we'll find and get rid of it," he says, walking up to Bumblebee.
"What? …Fine, but you're not getting any more info outta me, boss-bot. No way no how," Bumblebee says, mad at himself for revealing one of his best pranks to the enemy that is Optimus Prime. "So, what did I do that you know about, apparently?" he asks cautiously
Optimus grabs Bumblebee's helm, leaning down and placing a kiss on the smaller mech's lips to silence him. "Why is it that you always think you're in trouble?" the Prime asks, smirking, when he pulls back from a now rather dazed Bumblebee.
"I usually am in trouble, but you and Prowl have got me all sorts of confused, lately," Bumblebee says, shivering when Optimus rubs a single digit along a seam in his armor plating. "What, now? But, Sari..." he trails off, steadying himself by grabbing onto Optimus when the red and blue mech dips his finger down into a seam and strokes the sensors there.
"Sari needs to do that…homework…stuff….whatever that is. Besides," Optimus says, nuzzling against Bumblebee's audio receptors, "this won't take long. If you're alright with just me, that is. Prowl's out on patrol right now, or I'm sure he'd love to be here."
Bumblebee shudders at Optimus Prime's lustful tone. Since their first rather unexpected encounter some weeks ago, Bumblebee had admitted, somewhat grudgingly, that Prowl didn't annoy him nearly as much as he liked to pretend, and he saw Optimus as something more than just "boss-bot." All of their interfacing, however, had been with Prowl present, and having a mech closer to his own size made Bumblebee more comfortable, especially when it came to the matter of actually taking a cable in his port.
Optimus licks one of Bumblebee's horns, pulling the yellow minibot out of his thoughts with a gasp. "Ah, Optimus! Of course I'm alright, it's just…" Bumblebee trails off, causing Optimus to cease his attack on the sensitive appendage.
"What is it, Bee? Tell me," Optimus coaxes.
Bumblebee can feel his face heat up in embarrassment, so he buries it in Optimus's arm. "You're um….quite a bit larger than Prowl, is all…" he says meekly.
Optimus freezes a moment before laughing softly, pulling Bumblebee's helm out of hiding and looking directly into the yellow mech's optics. "I'll make sure I don't hurt you, Bumblebee, and I'll stop if you want me to," the Prime says.
"Nah, I don't want you to stop, I trust you," the young Autobot says, smirking as he uses his nimble fingers to dip down into the seams of Optimus's armor, reaching wires and sensors that larger digits wouldn't be able to.
Optimus gasps, still haven't gotten used to Bumlebee's far reaching servos. The Prime resumes his assault on one of the horns with his glossa while his servos begin roaming the yellow plating, paying special attention to the wheels on the minibot's shoulders. Bumblebee's vents kick in when Optimus strokes the inside of his wheel wells and he pulls the blue and red mech down for a kiss, glossas warring for dominance.
Warring, at least, until Optimus cheats and firmly strokes yellow pelvic plating, forcing Bumblebee to surrender as he presses into the large servo, unable to hold back a moan. Smirking, Optimus lessens the pressure to barely a touch, making the minibot break the kiss with what could only be described as a growl.
"Hey," Bumblebee begins, licking his way along the Prime's jaw, "I thought you said this wouldn't take long. Or are you having second thoughts?" he teases, proud when he draws a moan from the larger mech with gentle bites on the cables in his neck.
"Hmm," Optimus hums, lifting Bumblebee and quickly depositing him on top of his large desk, "Hardly. Your taunting will only earn you more teasing, you know that, right?" The expression on Bumblebee's face nearly makes Optimus burst into laughter, but he manages to maintain control. "Now, open up," he says in a low tone that makes the minibot shudder.
Bumblebee could hardly argue with the command. Not like he wanted to, at any rate. As soon as his plating retracts, Optimus licks his audio receptor and traces his already leaking port with a single teasing digit. "Ah! I swear, you and Prowl are the worst!" Bumblebee says, whimpering when Optimus pulls his finger away to trail along one of his thighs. "Come on, Optimus!" he whines when one of the Prime's servos push him to lie back on the desk.
"You're going to have to be patient, Bee. I know that's a new concept to you, though," Prime says, smiling when his finger returns to trace Bumblebee's port, still ignoring the minibot's cable. Before Bumblebee can respond to the slight insult, Optimus presses a finger in carefully. The yellow Autobot gasps and lets his helm fall onto the desk with a dull thud. Prime slowly withdraws the digit before thrusting back in, gently probing for the sensors that Prowl seems to be able to find with little effort.
It's no mystery when Optimus finds them, as Bumblebee cries out and wraps his legs around the blue waste of the Prime, trying to pull him closer. "Ah, slag…" the minibot pants, trying to aid his cooling system. Bumblebee turns his gaze up to Optimus, finding a very lustful expression that likely mirrors his own. "Hurry up, would you?" he says, blushing.
Optimus obliges, leaning down to kiss Bumblebee as he presses a second finger in. Bumblebee bucks his hips, drawing the digits deeper and moaning into the kiss. The Prime knows that two of his fingers are the equivalent of Prowl's cable, therefore it was unlikely for Bumblebee to be in any discomfort. Breaking the kiss, Optimus carefully begins to stretch the smaller mech's port, watching intently for signs of pain.
Bumblebee moans at the feeling of Optimus stretching him as he reaches up with his own servos to stroke and tease wires beneath the red and blue plating above him. Optimus kindly leans farther down, allowing the minibot more access. Bumblebee digs his digits into a seam while he licks along the windshield, drawing a gasp from the Prime. Likewise, the yellow bot gasps when his actions cause Optimus to thrust his fingers farther into his port.
Overcome with eagerness, Optimus inserts a third finger, using his free servo to stroke Bumblebee's cable to distract the minibot. Bumblebee grunts at the minor discomfort, but is actually surprised at how little it hurts to have three of the large blue digits in his port. "Are you alright?" Bumblebee hears the concerned voice above him and onlines his optics, not realizing he'd even offlined them in the first place.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feels weird, is all. I'm not going to break, you know," the minibot smiles up at Optimus, putting the Prime at ease slightly.
Optimus warily pulls his fingers out, thrusting them back in with the same care, while he watches Bumblebee's face. Finding no sign of discomfort in the yellow bot, Optimus increases the speed of his servo, enjoying the sounds that Bumblebee is making beneath him. "If you're still able to joke around, I'm obviously not doing this well enough," he smirks, leaning down and taking one of Bumblebee's horns into his mouth as he continues to stretch the port further.
Bumblebee cries out, arching up into Prime, "If you -ah- keep this up, I'll -mmm- overload without you -AH- Optimus! Get -nn- on with it!"
The red and blue mech smiles around the horn, giving it another firm lick before he pulls away from the yellow helm. "Are you sure about this, Bee?" Optimus repeats, retracting his own plating even as he asks.
"If you ask me that again, I'll move my paint bomb to target you instead of Ratchet. Yes, I'm slagging sure," Bumblebee threatens while he grinds himself down on the digits still in his port.
Optimus laughs, pulling his fingers out of Bumblebee and earning a whimper at the loss. He positions his cable and looks into the yellow bot's optics. "Relax, alright," he murmurs. Bumblebee nods, obviously biting back a comment along the lines of "I know the routine by now," before the Prime presses forward, groaning at the incredible tightness that slowly envelopes his cable.
Bumblebee throws his helm back, groaning along with Optimus. "Ah, frag," he curses, more from dull discomfort than pain. Idly, he muses that Optimus had prepared him better than Prowl had the first night he'd done this, seeing as how Optimus's larger cable didn't hurt like Prowl's had.
Optimus strokes his servos soothingly up and down Bumblebee's sides, keeping his own hips still so the minibot can adjust. "You alright?" he asks quietly after a few long moments.
Bumblebee grabs the servo that had previously been stretching his port and proceeds to lick his lubricant off of the fingers. The yellow bot smiles at Optimus's surprised gasp turned moan at the sight. "Of course I'm alright. Now, if you don't move I'm going to tackle you," Bumblebee threatens with a buck of his hips, making Optimus moan.
Cautiously, the Prime pulls back, pressing forward with the same care. "As promising as that sounds, I just want to make sure I didn't hurt you, Bee," Optimus replies, leaning down to run his glossa along the glass on the yellow bot's chest.
With a cry, Bumblebee wraps his arms around Optimus to pull the larger mech closer, using his legs to encourage the Prime to increase his pace. "If you -ah- make me -nn- ask nicely again -slag- I really will -mmmm- tackle you," he says as Optimus continues to lick his windshield and tease wires with his servos.
Deciding that he's teased the minibot enough, Optimus straightens himself and finally does as Bumblebee wants and thrusts in earnest. The smaller mech cries out, his yellow servos grasping at the desk, looking for something to hold as Optimus slams into him. The red and blue Prime can't help but look down and watch his cable disappear into Bumblebee's incredibly tight port, moaning when the yellow bot clenches around him.
Bumblebee thrashes on the desk, dimly aware that he's knocking everything off of it. Unaccustomed to a mech as large as Optimus, Bumblebee quickly approaches his overload. "Ah! Slag Optimus!" he cries, reaching to stroke beneath the larger bot's plating again. Optimus slams a kiss on Bumblebee's lips, stroking the bot's cable in time with his thrusts.
The pair overload simultaneously, muffling their own cries in the kiss, as Optimus slams into Bumblebee and the yellow bot bucks his hips to meet him.
Panting to aid their overworked cooling systems, the two Autobots break the kiss, staring into each other's optics.
Bumblebee blinks first. "How am I supposed to explain these scuff marks to Sari?" he asks, completely surprising Optimus.
The Prime laughs, burying his helm in Bumblebee's neck. "You'll think of something, Bee," he mumbles contentedly, neither of the Autobots willing to move yet.