Chapter Two – Romantic Endeavors
Bumblebee lay on his back again, his head turned towards the window. His blue eyes scanned over the full moon with curiosity, and he stored his sighting of the solar body in his CPU's banks as a pleasant recollection. The dim rays from the moon spilled through the window and hit his face softly, giving him a gentle natural glow.
Being in a human's body – It felt much different than being as big as a house of course. He felt so vulnerable without his burly armor and tough metal skin, or his shoulder and arm cannons. It amazed him how Sam and other humans went about their lives without considering that anyone could attack them in their exposed state. The thought boggled his mind. Regardless, initiating his human hologram every now and then was an enjoyable adventure each time. It helped him understand their culture further with a hands-on experience.
Yawning softly, his antennae twitched and he turned his head, seeing Sam enter the room with a tray of food. Bumblebee smiled, sitting up in the bed.
"I thank you for bringing me something to consume, Sam," he said with a smile, allowing Sam to return at his side. "What have you brought?"
Sam set the tray on top of both of their legs.
"Fruit, whipped cream…water," he said somewhat blankly. "My mom heard me get up, so she kinda made me get something this healthy."
Bumblebee nodded with a shrug. "Well, its understandable. At this hour, it would be unhealthy to eat anything too high in sucrose, fat, or acids, as you may get an upset stomach, Sam."
Sam only blinked, staring at Bumblebee. He shook his head slowly.
"You know all of that, but you couldn't even tell that you were hungry," he said with a smile. "You surprise me yet again."
Bumblebee chuckled. "Yes, I surprise myself too." He gingerly plucked up a strawberry between two fingers, lifting the red fruit to his eyes. "What do you humans call this?"
"A strawberry," Sam answered, his smile growing. "Try it. It's good."
Bumblebee looked to Sam, perplexity dancing across his features. "Is it really?"
"Yes, 'Bee, just eat it."
Looking back to the fruit, Bumblebee opened his mouth and took a small bite from the strawberry, soon chewing the flesh of it slowly. Sam watched him with a smile, noting how Bumblebee's hard jawline flexed, then relaxed, as he chewed.
"Mmm," Bumblebee nodded.
Sam chuckled. "You've got some sugar on your mouth, 'Bee."
Bumblebee blinked his big eyes once and looked at Sam. "Hnn'?"
"You've got some sugar right there," Sam said, pointing a finger to a corner of Bumblebee's mouth. He watched Bumblebee's tongue peek out and dab the sugar crystals, pulling them into his mouth before they were swallowed with the fruit. Sam saw Bumblebee's throat bulge gently as the strawberry traveled down.
"That was delectable," Bumblebee commented, blue eyes upturning. Sam pat his leg.
"Add this, now," Sam instructed. He gentle took Bumblebee's hand and directed it toward a bowl of whipped cream topping. In a downward scooping motion, he slowly directed Bumblebee's hand to collect a dollop of cream on the remaining flesh of the strawberry. He released Bumblebee's hand, smiling.
"Try it. It makes it taste sweeter."
Bumblebee nodded slowly, observing the whipped cream that decorated the strawberry.
"Sweeter…More sugary, yes?"
Sam nodded. "You've got it."
Bumblebee chuckled and leaned his head back, opening his mouth with a smile. He dropped the fruit into it and chewed, his tongue peeking out again as he licked away some whipped cream around his mouth. He swallowed, licking his lips politely.
"Even more delicious," he exclaimed.
"Yeah, you ate the leaf part of the fruit too," Sam laughed. "Nice goin', 'Bee."
Bumblebee only smiled wider. "The more, the merrier, no?"
Sam smiled shyly.
"Have another," Sam said, taking a strawberry and dabbing it in some whipped cream. He offered it to Bumblebee generously.
"Why don't you eat one?" Bumblebee said, taking the fruit. "I don't want to eat it all. And I certainly couldn't do that either."
"I'm not that hungry. You're the one whose stomach growled, remember."
Bumblebee chuckled, setting the fruit on his tongue.
"I see what you did there," He grinned.
Sam laughed softly, watching Bumblebee's tongue lick his lips, then smudge cream on them.
"Now, there's whipped cream on your mouth," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so messy, 'Bee." He stared a hand for his friend's mouth, about to thumb away the whipped cream.
"Why don't you get it off for me then?" Bumblebee teased, he stopped Sam's hand gently. "Not with your thumb…"
Sam's eyes widened, becoming ablaze with a sudden anxiety.
"Y-You…Y-You want me to…lick it off?"
Bumblebee laughed softly in his smooth voice. "I wouldn't joke about anything so serious." A playful edge lightened the tone of his voice.
Sam smiled and dropped his hand, licking his lips slowly.
"Whatever you say, 'Bee…"
"That's right, Sam…"
He slid closer to Bumblebee, the two pairs of eyes stared deeply into each other. Their mouths locked and Sam felt Bumblebee's tongue graze against his own, and accepting the shy request, Sam massaged his tongue with Bumblebee's. He tasted the whipped cream run from Bumblebee's tongue onto his own. It had melted in the heat of Bumblebee's warm mouth, flowing as a sweet stream of sugary goodness.
Sam felt Bumblebee's tongue draw back as he swallowed, then a small chunk of the strawberry tumbled into his mouth. The fruit tossed back and forth between both tongues, and Bumblebee breathed a laugh into Sam's mouth. Sam twitched, feeling Bumblebee's cold hand slide up his shirt, tender fingers stroking his bare chest. Another hand grazed his thigh and brushed his side, curiously touching, exploring.
Bumblebee swallowed again, moving his tongue quickly against Sam's. The fruit between the two tongues continued to bounce back and forth until it lost its course and gently fell to the back of Bumblebee's mouth. Sam's tongue reached for it again, but the fruit was swallowed wetly, and Sam smiled.
Bumblebee whimpered, feeling Sam's hand move between his legs. Though he parted his legs slightly, Bumblebee's head shook quickly in protest toward Sam's actions and he nibbled on Sam's bottom lip, his face held soft with unease of what was to come.
"No, Sam," he whined. "Please…"
Sam's fingers gently stroked Bumblebee's most private spot, and Bumblebee bucked back instinctively, unsure on how to properly react. He let a low moan into Sam's mouth, sharp breaths also entering Sam.
"Primus, Sam," Bumblebee breathed harshly. "Stop…Ah, stop, Sam, please."
"Shhh…" Sam cooed.
Sam's hand slid to Bumblebee's chest and rubbed. He felt Bumblebee's heart beating furiously like his own beneath all of that rock-hard muscle of that chest. Bumblebee was a virgin to these sorts of things, Sam assumed as Bumblebee's heartbeat accelerated. That's probably why he was holding back a little bit. He didn't understand the human concept of sex too well.
Bumblebee cried out softly in alarm, feeling his hard cock being rubbed. He bit hard on Sam's lip, drawing a small amount of blood that trickled onto his tongue. He ignored the blood, swallowing, gripping Sam's body.
"Sam," he said in a sharp breath. "Stop, stop, stop…"
Sam's hand moved up Bumblebee's tee shirt, and a wandering finger fingered Bumblebee's belly button. Sam heard Bumblebee laugh at the tickling sensation, moving his mouth from Sam's. Smiling, Sam wiggled his fingers against Bumblebee's stomach, feeling the muscle draw in. Soon, it relaxed, letting his fingers dance on the smooth skin. Bumblebee laughed again, running his wet tongue along Sam's jawline.
Sam shuddered with a moan, rubbing Bumblebee's stomach with his palm. Bumblebee purred and slowly ran his tongue up Sam's neck, his hot breath lightly hitting the skin. Sam groaned with a large shiver, grasping Bumblebee's stomach.
"Ohh, 'Bee," he breathed. "Lord have mercy."
