2
The next morning Soundwave stirred as he woke, feeling especially relaxed and comfortable. When he onlined his optics, he came to find himself pressed against another. He was laying on his side facing Optimus, who was facing him as well, their hulls pressed together. How could this have happened? Optimus Prime must be the type to seek out warmth in a berth. How embarrassing.
But as Soundwave shifted a little more, he realized that it was his own tentacles that were keeping them in close proximity. They were unleashed and wrapped tightly around the other, holding him close. Soundwave was mortified. He prayed to Primus that he had been fast asleep when Soundwave had undoubtedly pulled him close in the late hours.
Soundwave had read once that mechs deprived of interface exhibited certain signs, the most blatant sign being movement during recharge. Mechs with a survivable amount of interfacing lay still the whole night through. Did Optimus know that? If he did, Soundwave's lack of a 'face life was obvious. And if he didn't know that, then it would probably have seemed like Soundwave had embraced him knowingly. Either way was horrifying.
Optimus was still in deep recharge. He watched the mech, carefully pulling his tentacles away. But as he moved, Optimus stirred and shifted closer, pressing his servos against Soundwave's sides. His knee joint shifted further between Soundwave's legs. Soundwave's levels fluctuated in an unexpected way. Or perhaps it wasn't so unexpected. He'd been isolated for a long, long stretch of time. And here a warm, not unattractive mech was curling up against him in his berth.
Soundwave's interface panel was starting to heat up. It was uncontrollable. And to his mortification, Optimus could obviously feel it. The mech's brows drew together in his recharge, shifting at the sensation. But to Soundwave's surprise, Optimus shifted closer, pressing his panel against Soundwave's unconsciously. He was starting to warm too. Optimus' mouth fell open slightly, releasing the slightest moan.
Was this really happening? Soundwave knew it was. Optimus was flush against him, his helm pressed against Soundwave's chest. The red mech unconsciously ground against Soundwave in his sleep. So Optimus too was without lovers back at his own base? How could that be? Soundwave's own leader had more port than he could ever want: any decepticon there for the commanding. Starscream had always been his first choice, but now that the traitor was gone, there was still plenty to go around. But the Prime didn't seem like the type to command a subordinate into the berth. Whatever speculation was made, it was evident that Optimus had not been touched in a while, proven as he slowly ground against the purple mech.
Soundwave stared blankly at the far wall, caught in the bliss. He offlined his optics, feeling slightly guilty as he rubbed back against the sleeping bot. His spike was rigid beneath the interface panel. He fantasized about waking him up and fucking him senseless.
But Optimus' movements started to slow and Soundwave snapped back to his senses. He froze, immediately scanning him. His recharge was coming to completion. Quickly he retracted his tentacles, but before he could push the other off, Optimus' optics flickered open. He stared widely at Soundwave, quickly pulling his arms and legs away and sitting up. Now that he was free, Soundwave scrambled out of the berth.
"I apologize, I didn't realize what I was doing," Orion said, embarrassed.
Soundwave waved off the apology, heading quickly to his wash rack and coding the door to lock. Alone at last, he let his hot interface panel slide open. He turned on the shower for good measure, the sound providing him with the last thread of privacy he had left. He leaned against the door and wrapped his servo around his spike, pumping as he imagined being back in the berth with the very pretty autobot.
Tbc…
Thoughts? Slightly more eventful than the first?