All In A Day's Work: Sam x Ironhide
A few days have passed, with Sam lying down in his room. Hands folded on top of Will's borrowed uniform, he started to think about his meeting with Ironhide, the weapons specialist.
Truthfully, Sam was a little scared of Ironhide. It wasn't that he didn't like him, it was just that that boy felt extremely intimidated whenever he approached the older mech. Hulking around on his arms what looked like the U.S. army's entire weaponry collection, Sam could safely say Ironhide was one scary mech to be around with.
But it wasn't just his massive size or his trigger-happy personality that he was thinking about. No, out of all things Sam had to think about, it would be about how the hell they were actually going to do it. Ironhide was a huge mech, and Sam had a pretty good idea that put subtly, he was going to be huge 'down there' as well.
Hopefully the cannons were compensating something.
The alarm clock next to his bed provided the dark room with a red glow, indicating that it was 8 p.m. Sam hadn't had any notice from either Ironhide or Optimus, but he knew that both of them were extremely busy and chose not to disturb them. This gave him the chance to leave him alone with his thoughts, but he was disturbed out of his doze from his cell phone, which started to vibrate against the wood of his bedside table.
Pressing the touch screen, Sam noticed that it was an unknown number. Curious, he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Good evening, Samuel." A deep voice vibrated from the speaker.
"Oh, hi Optimus. What's up?"
"Ironhide would like a moment to speak… alone." Sam gulped when the last word was sectioned off from the rest of the announcement. He sat up on the edge of his bed, shirt in his lap. He fingered the rough material. "Would you like me to accompany you to his quarters?"
Sam shuddered while he mentally brought an image of himself being sandwiched between the two meches, but couldn't help turn red and hot from the fantasy. That would have to wait for another day. "No thanks, Op. But… why didn't Ironhide call me himself? Did he ask you?"
"He is a bit… nervous, Sam. I don't think he would have been able to call you himself to ask for that kind of proposition." Sam tilted his mouth in a side-lopped grin. Huh, who knew that Ironhide would have had that kind of side to him. Seeing the mech in a whole new light, Sam wasn't so afraid anymore. Walking towards the door, he carried the uniform shirt towards the door.
"Alright, thanks Optimus. Good night."
The leader said his good-byes, and while turning off his cell phone, he couldn't help but feel like Optimus was a bit sorrowful to disconnect the call. Sam sighed, shutting his door behind him as he started to walk down the corridor.
Wait your turn, big boy.
Sam padded bare foot in the dark corridor. Most of the people on base were either asleep or continuing to work through the night. Shifting the shirt around in his arms, he exchanged nods with the occasional soldier as they walked past each other. Eventually, he stood before a towering metal door in the dim lighting. Taking a deep breath, Sam knocked three times.
The act rebounded against the walls, echoing in the empty hall.
Pounding footsteps were heard on the other side, and the metal door slide open, revealing a tall black figure.
"Hello, Samuel." The weapon specialist sounded edgy, but nevertheless backed out to allow Sam in. Once he was out of range of the door, Ironhide pressed the buttons on its side, leaving the room silent besides the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above. Rotating his head, Sam could see that the entire surface of Ironhide's room was covered in a mass array of weaponry. The room just breathed of grease and metal, just like Ironhide.
But said mech just stood there, the amazing blue eyes that all the autobots shared gazing down at him with fierce intensity.
"Are… are you okay, Hide?" Looking up at the stone face, he dropped the uniform shirt when he crashed into a hard, solid surface. The slim body catapulted backwards, landing his back to the metal door. "Wha-?"
An extremely muscular man towered over the youth with graying hair and a rough face. He looked like he could have been at least in his 30's, wearing a black shirt and camouflage cargo pants. Sam was almost going to yell, but stopped when the eyes of the man in front of him started to glow an intense blue color. Just like the autobots.
"Ironhide? Wha-… how?"
"This would be a holo-form, Sam. It is a projection that we can solidify using light particles in order to portray an image of desired content. The reason that we were not able to introduce our holo-forms to you earlier is because the human body is quite complex to replicate to a realistic point, and that it takes immense skill to concentrate on movement, facial expression, clothing and hair follicles. That is why Bumblebee does not have one: He couldn't concentrate for too long. But as frustrated as he is, he will eventually master how to create one." The older mech noticed Sam give his holo-form the once over. Ironhide smiled, but inside of his processor.
"You may examine more closely, if you wish." With this said, Ironhide knelt on one knee and held out one of his cleanly calloused hands, inviting Sam to touch the artificial skin. "I could feel everything, as if I were in my original body."
Sam was hesitant for a few seconds, but gingerly reached out to touch the projection, ready to pull back as if expecting a trick. He was surprised at the soft surface he felt when his fingers gently ran up the proffered forearm, the arm hair thick but soft.
"It feels so real." He couldn't hide the amazement from his face.
"There hasn't been much activity lately, and in my spare time I have adjusted my holo-form to match my looks to be if I were a human. I am proud to say that my holo-form has managed to amaze many humans on base, who didn't know that this technology could even exist." Ironhide's spark leapt when he heard the boy give out a snort.
"…Sam, come here. I want to feel you." Ironhide whirred in pleasure from the contact of Sam's slender fingers. But that contact was cut short when Sam jerked back suddenly, to tilt his head at the graying face with a look of incredulous disbelief. "Oh, slag. I mean- uhm, I..."
Ironhide stopped his sputtering, when suddenly the younger man started to laugh, face cracking into a natural smile. Normally the mech would have been offended, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the boy off. He would have gladly agreed to be painted pink just to be able to hear that sweet sound. Ironhide instinctively stiffened, for he couldn't trust himself around such a beautiful human.
Sam noticed Ironhide's guarded expression, and stepped back into reach of the holo-form. Hesitating, the younger boy reached out to grasp the synthetic shirt and pressed his body closer until there was no space separating the two. "I-it's fine. I mean- I don't mind, Hide." With the whispered consent, the muscular holo-form wrapped its arms around the slender waist, tucking his face into the crook of Sam's neck. Ironhide's holo-form ran his tongue over its lips, looking sideways at Sam under hooded eyes carefully. In reality, the specialist was extremely nervous. He didn't want to hurt the stunning young man, but he couldn't help it when he kissed delicate skin therefore earning whimpers and a tighter grip on the holo-form's shirt.
Sam's knees buckled from the sensations, forcing the soldier to bend his own knees until he was resting his knees on the ground. The boy straddled the holo-form's waist, his whole body jerking as Ironhide curled his tongue around the shell of his ear. He started to shiver when he felt his erection rise beneath his pants.
An experienced hand grabbed the green patterned shirt that lay next to them, before draping it over the human's slender shoulders.
"You're shaking. It-it is important to use body heat to keep warm." Sam couldn't help but stifle a chuckle from the lame excuse to get closer, but it touched him knowing that Ironhide wanted to be with him so badly. Boldly, he inching his face closer to the holo-form, and a sly looking Sam pecked a kiss onto Ironhide's lips.
The Autobot couldn't take much more; the holo-form had his own raging erection to take care of.
Ironhide gripped a hand into Sam's hair and forced their lips to make contact. Surprised, Sam tried to retaliate the attacking mouth, but was easily overcome from the consuming tongue. Running along teeth and the roof of Sam's mouth, the warm muscle mingled with the younger's own making the human gasp heavily for breathe. Both of their erections kept on rubbing onto each other, creating a familiarity that Sam knew too well.
Sam tucked his arms under Ironhide's and gripped the holo-form's shoulders from behind, as his hips were grabbed roughly in one of Ironhide's steel hands to smash them closer together. The other slammed into the door as the mech bit the boy's collarbone in urgency, rolling his hips to grind their clothed members together. Sam gasped, and wrapped his legs tighter around the trim waist wanting more of that delicious friction. The older mech fumbled with the button on Sam's pants, thick fingers tugging at the waistband. Ironhide growled at the barrier that prevented him getting what he wanted, and began to rip the material apart along with the remainder of his clothes.
But oddly, still leaving the military shirt on him. Removing the obstacles resulted in Sam's erection to emerge, hot and tipped with fluid.
"Fuck… H-Hide, slow down-" His breathing coming out in short bursts. He jerked his head back, Ironhide having craned his head down to lick and suck at sensitive peaks. Combined with the frantic touches of his cock, Sam had a hard time holding onto the artificial body, just wanting to slide down the door and melt into a puddle of warm goo.
The taller man continued his frenzied thrusts, forgetting human limits and just wanting to get into that warm, slick heat. Ironhide concentrated until his clothes dissolved, leaving the holo-form completely naked. Sucking at one of his digits, he lowered his lubricated hand to prepare the tight hole near his crotch. The thick finger stretching his entrance made Sam claw at artificial skin, leaving red marks that instantly disappeared. Thrusting his finger back and forth, and grazing the sensitive prostate made Sam squirm in impatience. He yelled out the mech's name.
"Hide. J-just stop i-, I can't… I want-." Sam bit his lip, breathing hard when Ironhide complied to Sam's wishes, ripping out his finger and replacing it with his thick member instead. The bulging head pushed in easily, combined with the quick lubrication and Sam's willingness to be filled.
"It looks nice on you, wearing my clothes." The black mech grunted and began to forcefully push the pale chest against the door so that he could get better leverage, thrusting in and out of the tight entrance while Sam arched his back in ecstasy. "Would you like it if I marked you, boy? Fuck you in front of everyone to let them know they can't touch a single hair on your head." Ironhide nipped at the exposed neck, biting and then soothing with tender licks. He steadily rocked his hips as best as he could kneeling, gripping lean hips so hard that he left quarter-sized bruises. "Yes, Sam. I would take care of you. Give you affection everyday…"
The human could only make noises, mewling in content as he hung onto the rocking figure. Small hands ran their fingers through soft short hair, tugging when Ironhide thrust over a particularity responsive spot. The rubbing of their bodies on his cock sent him spiraling higher and higher into orgasm, his toes and fingers curling. He was so close…
The hulking figure shoved into his opening, until he started to reach his orgasm. He came, yelling out while he bend over backwards and shot out over his chest. He could hear the mech's real mechanical body jerk and twist behind the holo-form, feeling the exact same sensations. Ironhide quickly followed, bending over Sam's chest and grunting, moving his hips more slowly until he released into the warm heat. They both slumped into each other, tired and panting.
Sam breathed hard, leaning in to place his sweaty face in the nape of Ironhide's neck. He was still in Ironhide's lap, the military uniform sliding down one shoulder tauntingly. The holo-form leaned down to lick the lean joint, in turn twisting his neck to kiss the boy tenderly.
"Thank you Sam. I've been needing that for a long time."
Sam made a noise, telling the mech that he had heard him, before collapsing into protective arms.
Okay, I know it's sudden to just have some of the autobots having holoforms, but I thought it over and realized that since optimus and ironhide were waaaay bigger than Sam… um they might have a bit of trouble going at it. (Size weary.)
And I wanted Sam to wear something military related but didn't know how to incorporate it into the story. :0 This is what I got. Ironhide is a softy here but turns commanding
I was also tempted to include optimus into this one but I'll save that for another time. 3