Commotion and raised voices from the medical bay wake Skywarp from recharge. His optics online to the sight of Fifteen ways to overload, and he sneers at the sight of it.
With a deliberate sweep of his right hand, the holo-vid falls to the floor with a thud.
There is an awful sound of shattering glass from inside the medical bay and his attention turns to the door.
What is going on out there?
More commotion and an impact that rattles the walls follow.
The door into his room opens, the force behind the motion almost tearing it off its hinges.
"Don't touch me!"
Agitated high-held wings greet Skywarp while Thundercracker fights free of a guard's grip on his right arm. The blue seeker is only free for a moment before the guards grab for him in unison, and Thundercracker struggles violently to get free.
"How dare you!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Release him!" Sonar's voice rings loud and clear above all the commotion.
When the order gets followed, Thundercracker enters the recovery room with measured steps with his back still turned to Skywarp. It is clear to Skywarp that the blue seeker still visibly perceives the guards as a threat and doesn't trust them to not grab for him if he turns his back to them.
Sonar shares a glance with Skywarp before the door gets closed, leaving Skywarp alone with Thundercracker.
Skywarp doesn't dare to move. He barely dares to breathe.
If it wasn't for the severity of the situation, then he would have found pleasure in the gorgeous sight in front of him. But Thundercracker's agitated, high-held wings literally scream 'Need', and if he could, then Skywarp would already have covered the lithe frame with his own to offer the comfort and closeness that Thundercracker so clearly desperately needs.
With an inaudible curse, he stares down at the handcuff chaining him to the berth. His single free arm and frame don't give him the reach he needs to touch Thundercracker with the very tip of a digit.
It would have been hilarious in any other situation, but there is nothing to laugh at and he has to swallow his pride.
"I can't reach you," He says while being careful to keep anything that could get misunderstood out of his voice.
Thundercracker turns around and notices his predicament.
"They chained you to the berth," The blue seeker states the obvious, his voice flat.
"Yup." Not the most intelligent answer, but what can he do.
There is no fear in Thundercracker's optics as the carrier steps closer to him. On the contrary, the anger seems to intensify, and then a key is procured from subspace.
The handcuff falls off and he rubs his arm with a groan of relief.
Finally free.
The clanging sound of the handcuff falling to the floor wakes Thundercracker from the anger that had clouded his mind.
What has he done!
A deep groan of relief sounds.
No.
No!
Frozen with fear, calling for help doesn't even occur to him.
Sonar is on the other side of the door, yet the vague thought of alerting the guard remains a thought.
"Come here, Sweetling." Cloudburst.
"What a pleasant surprise, my dear." Fireflash.
And hundreds of other interactions with sires flash through his processor.
What is Skywarp going to call him before he gets claimed?
"Are you okay?"
The three simple words, full of worry, bring him out of his waking nightmare.
"Do I need to get someone? Sonar? Echo?"
To his startling surprise, he shakes his head slowly, still frozen on the spot.
Is it a dream?
Is Skywarp truly not going to take advantage of him?
Of his vulnerability?
He stares mesmerized while Skywarp slowly leans forward and reaches out to caress a running tear away from his cheek. The thumb lingers against his plating, rubbing soothingly, and he leans into the touch.
"They won't let me fly."
There is understanding in Skywarp's optics.
A gentle caress along his right wing has him whimpering.
"You're beautiful."
The motion gets repeated and the last of his guard falls.
His stressed systems start to relax while his wing leans into the touch that follows its outline.
More! Not enough!
Skywarp chuckles good-naturedly, reading his desperate need in his field.
"Let's get this unhealthy tension out of you."
The berth creaks and then he gets pulled against a strong frame.
Their lips meet and any remaining thought drowns in pleasure.
Skywarp's spike feels like bursting, but it will have to wait.
Thundercracker is resting comfortably on top of him, relaxing completely against him and trusting him to take care of him. Skywarp looks fondly at the blue seeker as he keeps touching the carrier's trembling wings, slowly easing the tension out of them.
What are they thinking, denying Thundercracker the opportunity to fly to his utmost capabilities?
Speed is not only about the enjoyment of feeling the air against their plating.
It is essential to release pent-up energies in their systems.
To reset and realign.
It is why flying is so vital to seekers.
They need it to remain mentally sound.
"Are you ready?" He asks, and Thundercracker turns his head to look into Skywarp's optics.
The blue seeker lets out a shaky breath and nods.
Their lips meet one last time before Skywarp's hands move to the blue ailerons.
Thundercracker moans softly and begins to squirm arousingly against him.
A desperate "More!" gets hissed, and Skywarp willingly obliges the order, gently pinching and rubbing the blue wingtips simultaneously.
Overload hits instantly.
He lets out a stifled, drawn-out groan when his spike ejaculates transfluid as his overload gets triggered by the erotic sight of Thundercracker caught up in an intense frame-wrecking release.
Silently, he prays that Thundercracker hasn't noticed.
He really doesn't want to explain to Thundercracker why he got aroused by a simple systems reset. There is nothing sexual in the tactile manipulation of sensitive sensors or the 'cold' overload it causes.
"Thank you," The words are breathless and filled with so much relief. The blue wings now rest calmly against Thundercracker's back, no longer trembling with agitation. Systems have been reset and realigned.
"Any time," Skywarp murmurs with a soft smile and earns a burst of joyous laughter for his audacity.
His optics offline and savors the sound of genuine spark-felt happiness while his spark burns with an intensity never felt before.