Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Pairing: Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: Mature audiences only, NC-17
Warning: man smexs, foul language
Summery: A ride along inside Devcon's head one morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
OK! So this was a "challenge" in one of my writing classes; to write in a way we usually don't. And well, I always write in the third person, so I thought I'd challenge myself with writing a first person story.
Right off the bat I will say that I hate first person stories. I don't know why, I just do. It doesn't matter if their fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, scifi, even Taransformers fics, I just can't stand it. There are some stories that I can put up with it but on the whole, I will set down a story written in the first person.
With that said, my attempt is terrible. I haven't got a good base to go off of, but I did it none the less.
Getting in Devcon's head was fun though, I've never had such freedom to explore someone's thoughts the way I have here. It was a little over whelming. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
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"Devcon," my lover mumbles as he wakes up.
That's my name, though I've never heard it quite the way Lockdown says it. He's got this, drawl, that makes him say the "o" a little longer. I only hear it every once in a while, usually when he's tired. Whatever it is I can't place it. It might be southern but Lockdown won't let me hear enough of it to know for sure. One more thing on the list of stuff I don't know about him. I push those thoughts aside as he kisses the back of my neck. This particular morning ritual I like better then his usual. I like it even more when he kisses down my shoulder, and just like he's reading my thoughts, he trails his lips down my neck over my shoulder.
"Mornin'." He said with that stupid accent I can't place.
"Mornin' yourself."
His fingers lightly caress my chest and the touches stay light. Usually I have to fight him off me with a club, but this morning he's in a rare clam mood. Lockdown kisses my shoulder once more and then gets out of bed. No hassle, no fight, it's like we're a normal couple. It wireds me out a little. I don't roll over to watch him leave like I want to, it'll make me look needy, but I listen as he pulls on some clothes before he leaves. Then I've got Lockdown's whole room to myself. I've trained him well, he knows my room is my turf and his room is the fun room. When I'm in mine, he doesn't bother me. When I'm in his, we don't do a whole lot of sleeping.
Once I'm sure he's out of earshot I roll over and put my nose in his pillow, smelling the sent his hair. It's a combination of new car and his fucking cancer sticks, and I can't get enough of it. I've never had a relationship where I've been driven this crazy by a smell. I've never had a relationship when I've been this crazy about anyone period. My cell rings from the nightstand and interrupts my thoughts. I reach over and congratulate myself on remembering to leave it somewhere safe. The last ten phones I've left in my pocket where destroyed, Lockdown doesn't give a fuck about phones when he's tearing my pants off. Speaking of someone else Lockdown doesn't care for...
"Do all officers have to be up in time to get the first batch of donuts?" I tease Jazz as I open the phone.
"Do all bounty hunters sleep in until one in the afternoon?"
I love Jazz. He's the only man on Earth that actually gets my asshole-ish sense of humor without ever missing a beat.
"I had a late night, leave me alone."
"You have a lot of those lately. Can you pencil a date in with your best friend tonight?"
I look down at myself. The bed is a mess from all the sex, I have no idea where my clothes are, and I'm still sporting my morning hard on. Today is more of a curl up in bed and fuck some more day. This getting up and going out just sounds tiring, but I want to spend time with my other significant other.
"Can you give me like... nine hours to get ready?"
"You're worse then a girl."
"I could tell you why I need the time, but I don't think your allowed to listen to phone sex on duty."
"I'll live without. I'll see you at ten, our bar. Prowl gets off duty at midnight, you'll have to call him to come out because he's just going to go home and sleep."
"Well fuck that! You go out to the bar and I'll go sleep with Prowl."
Sure I mean that as a joke now, but given the opportunity I would be all over Jazz's boy. He's a fox.
"Only in your dreams."
"My dreams are quite vivid."
Jazz laughs as he hangs up and I'm left with dial tone. I put the phone away and sprawl back onto the pillows. Jazz has no idea how much I really appreciate his friendship. It's gotten me though some really hard times. I'm glad he found someone that makes him happy. I've never seen his face light up like it does when Prowl's around. Prowl doesn't have to do anything either, Jazz just brightens standing in the same room as him. It makes me jealous really. Jazz never lit up like that for me.
Pushing myself up I get out of bed and drop that line of thought. Jazz and Prowl are perfect for each other and Jazz and I are perfect as just friends. I rummage though all the shit on Lockdown's floor, trying to find my clothes but the only things I can find are my boots. They still make me chuckle whenever I'm alone. Yokotron said not to come to class dressed like a slob, so I came dressed like an idiot. It was my own little rebellion against him that always made him frown. I'd like to say I've grown up and matured, but I wear my red cowboy boots every chance I get.
It's far too quiet, I had to go check on Lockdown. It's not like him to leave me in peace for so long. I put my boots down by the door where they won't be swallowed up by the mess and head out. The air is chilly against my naked flesh, but I don't plan on being out too long. I just need enough time to make sure Lockdown isn't getting into trouble. The first thing I hear is Lockdown in the kitchen. I've never seen him in there but for a few minutes when he's looking for his whiskey. Quiet as I can, I make it to the source of the noise and stop dead in my tracks.
Lockdown is cooking.
I have to say it again, just to make sure I heard myself right. Lockdown is in the kitchen, cooking. Not just making a bowel of cereal that passes for cooking with me. He's frying eggs and bacon, hash-browns are sitting on a plate already golden brown, and I swear to Primus almighty himself, he's in the middle of making french toast. And it's not the cereal kind, it's legit french toast. Who the hell is this?
He doesn't even glance over his shoulder as he said, "Sunny side up or down?"
I'm too stunned to answer right away. One, he's cooking for two, me and him, not just himself. And two, his solid steal body is being shown off with nothing but a pair of boxers to block the view. I watch his muscles shift and flex and make his tattoos move. The dots that go from his neck all the way down his spine have this magical power over me that makes me want to run my fingers down his back. The loops that I know go down his thighs peek up just above his boxers and I want to put my hands under the elastic and fallow them.
"What inspired this?" I ask moving closer on silent feet.
"It's the first time we've had the same day off in a while." He shrugs his massive shoulders just as I'm right behind him. "Thought it'd be nice to eat together."
I wrap my arms around his waist and hook my chin over his shoulder nuzzling against his neck. He's actually startled and dropped the piece of toast he was dipping in sauce. Smirking, I rub my hands over his abs and down into his boxers. A nice low growl lets me know that he likes the attention.
"Smells good." I said coyly.
"It'll taste better if you don't make me burn it."
I can see he hands gripping the counter. His knuckles are white and if I didn't know any better, I'd think he's trying to pry the counter top right off. He's doing everything in his power to stay in control of himself, funny, when he's the horny one he doesn't show such restraint.
"Mmm, I like things... well done."
I pry one of his hands off the counter and slip under it. His lips are instantly on my neck as I grab the front of his boxers with both hands and rip them open. The button clatters somewhere as his cock swells up out of the hole. Purring I slide one hand down his big dick. His lips kiss faster as he pushes against me. I want to chuckle when his dick bounces as he bucks his hips, I've been touching him for maybe a whole minute and he's already full size. At at least eleven freakin' inches that's an amazing feat. The heads a nice aroused red so I rub my thumb over it. Lockdown moans and finally his hands wrap around my body, pulling me close to his chest.
It's my turn to groan as his hands glide down and grab my ass roughly. I retaliate by squeezing his erection. Pre cum dips onto my fingers as I'm thrust against the counter, Lockdown moaning in my ear. His dick throbs in my hand as I bush a finger over one of his piercings. He always says they'll make me feel good, but I know those barbells of metal touch some powerful nerves, and I know how to tweak them just right to make him feel even better.
"Uh AH! Primus baby!"
"You like that?" I purr, rubbing the end of a piecing along his shaft.
His whole body shivers while his dick quivers excitedly in my hand. Slowly, I curl my fingers around his girth and gently begin to stroke. Lockdown writhes in my grasp and groans every time my fist bumps against the underside of his head.
"B-babe!" He groans in my ear. "Primus Dev I want you!"
His voice makes my body grow hot. It sends chills down my spine and my dick straight up. I've never wanted anyone as bad as I want Lockdown.
"Then take me," I groan, pumping his dick faster. "Take me!"
He pushes his lips against mine as he presses me against the counter and slides his hands behind my thighs. I don't want to wait for him though, we've wasted enough time with foreplay. I sling one leg around his waist and thank Primus he's quicker witted then some of the people I've slept with. He understands what I'm doing and grabs my knee to steady me before I fall. Once he's got a good grip, I wrap my other leg around him and lean back against the counter. One hand slides up to hold my back while he presses his dick into me. I groan as the fat head squeezes into my ass, pushing hard. I really shouldn't fatten his cock up so much before he fucks me, I always forget how big he gets. I love the tight fit though, and he does too. He pulls out and then rolls his hips, easing himself inside. After the head is in the rest is easy, but Lockdown apparently wants to take his time. One of his piercings rubs against something sensitive and I barely stop myself from screaming. The stupid smile on his face tells me I didn't do a very good job hiding my pleasure.
I rock my hips and squeeze, and his smile is replaced by a much more satisfying sex face. Mmm I love his sex face. His eyes close, his nose flares and wrinkles, and he growls like a wild animal, it makes me all tingly. Of course that tingling could be his enormous dick getting closer to my prostate. My thighs are forced farther and farther apart as he rolls deeper and I try to clench harder against him. It's useless though. He's leaking cum and coating my ass in it, making it slick and perfect for him get in deeper. The next thrust makes me moan and arch my back as his head touches that bundle of nerves it's been looking for. My own dick is on fire, begging to be touched as I whimper and try to get a hand free to stroke myself before I explode.
"Ah ah ah." Lockdown purrs, catching my hand before I can touch. "That's mine ta play with."
"Then do something!" I snarl, and even to my ears, I sound a little crazy.
"I will, but I like what it's doin' now."
It barely registers that this whole time my dick has been sliding up and down Lockdown's abs. The fucking perv loves that I'm so hard for him and can't hide it. He runs his hand though the trials of cum my cock has left all over his abdomen before he grips my shaft tight. He starts pumping me hard and I nearly lose myself in his hands.
"You're ready aren't you?"
I don't want to play anymore, "YES!" I gasp.
"Maybe if you ask me real nice I might-"
Snarling I dig my heels into his back like he's a horse. Like hell I'll ask nice.
"Fuck me now!"
Those red eyes light up as his smile gets wider. My thighs are grabbed hard enough to leave bruises and I don't care. The only thing I can think is "oh my god" as Lockdown practically slams me down onto his dick. My nails claw at his back while my toes curl. He slams into me again and I can't hold back the scream. I close my eyes and roll my hips in time with Lockdown's thrusts, his dick spilling so much seaman inside me I can't hold it all in. It dribbles down my thighs as I gasp and howl like a cat in heat. I want more, so much more.
"Faster!" I cry holding onto the strong back. "Harder!"
Lockdown fulfills my requests spectacularly. He grunts as he arches his back and fills my aching body with his enormous cock. He thrusts his hips until he's fully sheathed and then pulls out and does it again. He jabs my prostate once, twice and then...
I come back to my senses in time to hear the drawn out moan that accompanies Lockdown's orgasm. I gasp sharply as he comes inside of me. The hot sticky semen overflows and streams down my legs. The grin I wear has to be from ear to ear as I shiver one last time before relaxing back on to the counter.
My lust satisfied for the moment I relish in the feeling of Lockdown's breath on my cheek. He hums something that might have been words in my ear but I can't make it out. I chuckle weakly at his attempt to speak and find I can't talk any better then he can.
The lack of words doesn't bother me. I smile and kiss Lockdown's lip softy. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue to mine. I can't stop myself. I twine my tongue with his, sucking on his lips like their the only things in the world.
"Look what you've made me do..." He groans against my lips. "I burnt breakfast."
I honestly forgot about the food. But with Lockdown's dick still throbbing in my ass I don't care about much else.
"I'll live." I shift my hips and Lockdown moans.
"Babe stop teasin' my dick."
"Who said I'm teasing?"
His eyes get darker but his face stays blank. I hate that I can't read the man.
"Eat first, sex later."
"Did I miss something? When did we switch personalities?"
Lockdown's fingers touch my cheek softly and without thinking, I lean into his touch. His forehead rest against mine and suddenly the only thing I want is to just stay right here with him and never move again.
"Gotta eat to keep up your strength up." His hand trails down my side and cups my ass. "You're gonna need it."
"If you make me breakfast everyday I'm going to need more then just strength."
I lean in and kiss him, my tongue already in his open mouth before he can resist. No one makes me so absolutely insane that I can't think of anyone else. I thought after my last relationship disaster I was incapable of loving another human being. But from the moment I locked eyes with him, I've been drawn to him. I can't escape, but I don't want to. I run my hands down his chest and I can feel his cock getting harder inside of me. He moans as it swells and begins to throb again. I smirk and roll my hips, loving all eleven inches. Lockdown's body is made of tempered steel but it feels like velvet against my skin. I stroke his tattooed chest as he grunts and shifts his hips this way and that. I fit his cock like a glove, sometimes I swear I was made for him.
"Lock, babe," I tease with the nickname he hates. "I love you."
"I love ya to Devcon."
There's the stupid fucking accent again!