A feeling of awe came over Ratchet upon seeing the captivating decor of Drift's room. Instead of cluttered piles of data pads littering the area, colorful ornaments and knickknacks were exhibited. The bright florescent lights had been replaced with a warm blue shaded mood light. When asked why, Drift replied that blue was such a calming color. Everything in this room was very welcoming, from the cozy looking pillows to the plush furniture. No wonder Drift always retreated to his room.

Ratchet was distracted from his thoughts on the room when Drift placed a hand on his shoulder, welcoming him to enjoy the comfort of the space. He allowed himself to be led in and the door closed behind him, causing him to jump. With the exit closed off, Ratchet felt trapped, and nervously bit at his lower lip.

"It's OK," Drift said sensing the other's unease. He toward his guest and gestured to a soft fameless-thing on the ground with an open palm. "Have a seat. Make yourself comfy." Drift placed a quick peck on his cheek.

"What is that?" the medic asked.

"Its a lounge chair," Drift happily replied. "They are nice, and they conform to your body. Go on, try 'em out."

With a hint of a grimace, the bulkier mech walked over to the awkward seat. It wasn't like he had any other choice for they where all that where available. 'Primus, Drift is much weirder then I ever could have imagined' Ratchet thought to himself while trying to position himself to flop on the chair. With a final sigh, he plopped himself down with a loud Gaah!

"Primus!" Ratchet proclaimed as he sunk in while the swords mech simply gave a chuckle.

Walking to a small energon dispenser, Drift grabbed a fancy pot and set it beneath the machine. After a button was pressed, a quiet hiss and gurgles where heard signaling the energon was being warmed. Two fancy mugs where grabbed from a cupboard, and Drift began scooping spices into one.

"Do you want your drink sweet?" Drift asked over his shoulder. "Or would you prefer spicey?"

"Sweet, I guess." Ratchet shrugged.

Drift scooped in some spices from another container into the second mug. While he waited for the energon to brew, he walked over to his entertainment pod and tapped at the screen. With a smile, he selected some classical music from Cyberton. Glancing at the CMO, Drift playfully tilted his head and smiled.

"This is one of my favorites," Drift said. "I remember when it first came out. I listened to the playback feeds the shop on 5th and Main would play over their speakers."

"It's a good one," Ratchet said, and it was the truth. He had this music file, as well as the other files as well. He wondered if Drift had any other of his favorite music that was lost to him for a long time, but as he was about to ask, a ringing was heard.

Drift swiftly walked back to the brewer and picked up the pitcher and poured the steaming energon in the two mugs. Using some gaudy stir, he mixed up the flavored powder, and returned to Ratchet, offering him the teal mug with a warm smile. He positioned his lounge chair right next to Ratchet, sat down and sipped his drink.

"Like the drink?" Drift asked as he slipped his hand down on Ratchet's thigh.

"Y-Yeah, it's good." He answered, trying to keep his cooling fans off as his companion lightly traced patterns with his servos. Ratchet couldn't hold back the chills it gave him and Drift looked at him curiously. The CMO gave a sheepish smile.

"You alright?" Drift questions as he takes a swig of his drink.

"Tickles..." the medic spoke. "What did you spice your's with?"

"Why don't you taste it yourself?" Drift asked.

Ratchet went to grab the other's mug for a sip, but Drift pulled it out of way. He made a face, but Drift simply leaned in and pressed his mouth over Ratchets and daringly swiped his tongue across the lips and and into the other's mouth. Drift withdrew and looked at the now blushing mech questionably.

"Well?"

"Tastes hot," Ratchet answered. "The... Ah, the drink, that is."

"I like things spicey," Drift said and flashed a wide grin causing the other shake his head. "You taste so sweet, Ratch." Drift gave a lewd smile. "I can only wonder what the rest tastes like."

And at that innuendo, Ratchet's jaw dropped and the teal mug slipped from his hand. The drink spilled over himself and the mug scattered on the floor. He never felt so flabbergasted! The situation he was in was embarrassing for not many mechs ever really come looking to him for...this. Why would someone like Drift, younger and beautiful, be interested in such a grumpy old mech? Ratchet didn't know what appealed the other white and red mech. As far as he was concerned-and was told by his only other lover- he had none.

"I, ah, I'm sorry," Ratchet muttered attempting to clean the mess up. "Scrap."

It's OK," Drift said and laughed slightly. "Here, let me clean you up." He gracefully got on his knees in front of the flustered CMO, leaned down and gingerly began to lick up the sweet liquid. The first few swipes worked to clean up the fluid from the broad chest- all while Ratchet stared with wide eyes. Soon, Drift trailed down his body, licking at the round shape on Ratchet's waist. Placing his hands on the other's thigh, Drift lapped his tongue over the already hot interface panel.

"Primus," Ratchet whispered under his breath. Seeing Drift's head peering from between his legs and feeling the touch, his cooling fans roared to life. Ratchet's optics where half- lidded and a moan escaped as the tongue explored the seems. With barely a thought, his interface panel slid open, and he spread his legs wider at his partner's request.

Drift ran his tongue along the spike sheath, and the sensation teased the gray cord to extend. Eagerly running his tongue down it's length, Drift coaxed the spike to pressurize to it's full girth. There clearly was no denying the medic's desire anymore.

"Nice," Drift spoke softly and ran a hand over the spike and lightly grasped at it's base. Teasingly, the white mech just rubbed the tip sloppily along his lips at first, then, added the use of his tongue to flick along the ridges of the head. Drift lightly ran his lips around the tip, then slipped slowly around the shaft, mouthing ever so softly. Eventually, he sucked in the spike's head and flicked his tongue around as he traced at the ridges, causing Ratchet to pant huskily.

Placing his hand on Drift's finials Ratchet gently messaged at them as he took pleasure in watching his spike disappear in the other's hot, wet mouth. Drift set an agonizingly slow pace, creeping down the shaft to his hand, then slowly eased his way up, let the cock come out of his mouth, making sure to take time to swirl his lips and tongue around the tip again before drowning the spike in his mouth once more. The swords mech continued this a few times before Ratchet placed his hand on the back of the helm.

"Stop teasing," his voice thick with need as he gently pushed down with his hand.

Drift chuckled- at least tried to- and gave into the demands. He began to slide his mouth down the spike and raise himself off quicker, still managing to flick his tongue along the shaft as he went. Occasionally, he would alternate the pace, sometimes taking the CMO's thick cock in fast and withdrawing slow and other times the tip would be the only part sucked on, like it was an energon-pop, while servo's would tickle and pump at the shaft.

All the while, Ratchet moaned at the sensation of having his spike sucked and hearing the wet slurping sounds as his partner hungrily devoured his entire length. It had been a long time. A very, very long time. In fact, the last time he got a blow job was from a reluctant Pharma, and Drift was proving to be much better at the job. A grasp was expelled when Drift placed a soft touch with his servo along the rim of his valve.

"Ahh-" Ratchet gasped. " Scrap!" His hips bucked as he tried to hold himself from loosing control. Closing his optics sharply, he focused on not cuming so soon. Unfortunately,of all the things he could control, this was not one of them-at least not with such a hot mech sucking his spike down his throat.

"Drift-" Ratchet pleaded, taking his hand of the other's bobbing helm. "S-sah! Sorry! I'm gonn-NA-" Primus this felt so good! It felt like there was electricity shooting up his spike every time he felt Drift's mouth slide up and down and his whole body felt like it was on fire. "GAH! D- Drift!"

This only encouraged Drift to work on him harder and with more vigor. His hand pumped at the base of the swollen gray spike and his mouth sucking encouragingly along the shaft and tip. Letting a long, deep moan vibrate on his lips as he curled his tongue around the underside of the ridged head, Drift continued on until Ratchet's body shivered, and he cried out his release. Hot fluid squirted into the swords mech's mouth, who lustily swallowed until all was consumed.

Ratchet was heavily panting as Drifts at back on his pedes, licking the last gooey tendrils from his lips. Two sets of cooling fans where running and Drift let out a smirk.

"What?" Ratchet huffed as he leaned back on his hands, looking like he was going to collapse into recharge.

"You taste sweet," Drift replied with a wide grin,and the medic just shook his head.

"I, um, didn't mean to cum so quick," Ratchet said, shyly looking down to hide his embarrassment. He hoped he didn't disappoint the younger mech.

It was Drift's turn to shake his head as he reached a hand up to cup the CMO's chin. Lifting the mech's head up to look into his optics, Drift gave a sweet smile, and spoke. "Ratch, it's OK. I enjoyed myself." He smirked when he saw Ratchet give a hint of a smile. Drift leaned in and to his surprise, Ratchet leaned forward and gave him the kiss.

"Thanks," Ratchet said, rubbing at Drift's finials one last time.

"Don't worry about it, Ratch." Drift said casually. "I'm not finished with you yet, sweetspark."