Hot Rod wakes up to find out he's in heat. While getting supplies for Cade, Bumblebee suggests Hot Rod have (Y/N) help him. Hot Rod thinks she can't help him, but at night (Y/N) walks in on Hot Rod trying to relieve the pain and helps him.
Warning: Sexual content
Hot Rod's P.O.V.
I feel so much pain; were we under attack, and I seriously stayed in recharge? Though if that happened, I'm sure Hound or Ratchet would be scolding me right now. As I try to locate where the pain is coming from, I realize it's that fragging time. For now, I'm here with the others — except for Cogman and Prime — at the junkyard. Cade isn't sure if he's still wanted or we're still deemed illegal. I think Prime is sorting that out and talking to the leaders around the world about Cybertron being attached to Earth. At least I have some time with (Y/N), a female soldier I met during the Battle with Quintessa. It's only been two weeks since we returned to the Junkyard with Cade, but I love her. Hound interrupts my thoughts telling me he wants to show me something. Why me? Why not Cade, Jamie, or (Y/N)? They like science and technology stuff a lot more than me.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
The Autobots — and my family — find it odd I came back with them to the states to live in a junkyard. I'm in the U.S. military; it's the 'living in a junkyard' part they don't understand. Which I take as the reaction I'd get — at least from my parents — if I tell them I've fallen for a cybertronian, specifically Hot Rod. Whish he was secretly my guardian all these years; lucky you, Vivian.
"Oi, what's bugging you?" Crosshairs asks.
I wait for him to add how I must have changed my mind about living here, but he says nothing else. The silence is awkward, and I run off into what's been my room, a second trailer that was brought here for Izzy and me. We have pictures of all the Autobots around the trailer. Only Izzy has noticed more pictures of Hot Rod, and of course, figured out I like him, and of course, tells me I should tell him.
I sit on the couch and watch T.V., hoping I don't fall asleep. I'm tired of dreaming about Hot Rod and I being together when I know it'll never happen.
Hot Rod's P.O.V.
Cade asked Bee and me to get some supplies. I'm glad there's a trail in the woods we can walk through in our bipedal mode. We transform a quarter mile before reaching the end of the path, which brings us right into town. This will help the pain a little. I want to tell (Y/N) I'm leaving, but I find out she has fallen asleep in her trailer.
It's a ten-minute walk through the woods. Bumblebee wasted no time pointing out I'm in heat.
"I know," I mumble in embarrassment.
"Why don't you just tell (Y/N)—."
"Shut it, Bumblebee!" I scold while struggling to resist the urge to rip my interface panel off right in front of Bee, "don't say her name. Damn Hound, why today of all days?"
"What?" Bee asks, confused.
"Just don't say her name; you just cause more pain."
"You should tell her everything."
"She can't help me. She's a tiny human compared to our size. A human, Bee, she won't fall for me."
We walk in silence the rest of the trail.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
These dreams are getting worse. This one was more like a nightmare; Hot Rod was saying right to my face he doesn't like me as I like him, and he'd never fall for a human.
I let myself cry for a few minutes before Ixxy walks in, telling me Cade is starting a fire so we can roast hot dogs for dinner. She doesn't notice my sadness when I tell her I'll be right there.
"It's better than him actually telling me," I tell myself, "you know it would never work out."
After making sure my eyes aren't puffy and red from crying, I join Cade and Izzy by the fire. I didn't think most of the Autobots would be around — everyone except Bee and Hot Rod. Cade immediately tells me they went to get supplies for him. It's not long before the two me ha return; Bee joins us, but not Rod goes into the Autobots' house. Bee stops me from following.
Hot Rod's P.O.V.
Glad we have a ouse with our own rooms here. No way I could do this without anyone knowing, even at the back of the junkyard property.
"Finally."
I take off my interface panel, my enlarged spike revealing itself. This is already helping with the pain. Maybe it's a good thing the other Autobots know; no one will be interrupting me. I sit on my berth and rub my spike, hoping to ease the pain enough to go into recharge tonight, thinking about what Hound said this morning;
Let (Y/N) help you.
No way, Hound, so embarrassing.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
It's been three hours, and Hot Rod hasn't joined us. That's not like him to stay away from us for long. Does he know I like him and is avoiding me? Well (Y/N), it's better to get it over with and deal with a broken heart.
I wait until the others go to bed to go to Hot Rod's room. Letting myself I'm through the human-sized door, I can't believe what I'm seeing. I don't know cybertronian anatomy, but I think he's touching the cybertronian version of a penis, and they have the equivalent of human cum... this is fascinating, disgusting, and weird.
Hot Rod looks at me and blushes.
"Sortez!" He says angrily, but his face is still red. While I don't know what the cybertronian language sounds like, I think he's speaking french and is now cursing in french. Ignoring him, I close the door and climb the ladder Hot Rod let me install on his berth. As I look at Hot Rod closer, I see I was right.
"Are you ok? What's going on?" I ask him, struggling not to panic.
"I'm fine; it's called a heat cycle. It's kinda like a human female's period, but femme and mechs get it, and it fragging hurts. For mechs, our spikes hurt."
"Look, I know I'm a human, but—."
"(Y/N)—."
"No, I can help you," I argue.
Hot Rod's P.O.V.
She's not going to listen to me. Well, (Y/N), you ruined the surprise — for now — though helping me with my heat wasn't going to be the reason for this surprise. She'll love this other surprise, which I don't think I'd ever show her.
"Fine," I sigh, "hold on for a sec."
(Y/N) is surprised I've managed to shrink down to six feet tall. Though we can't do it, this should be easier for (Y/N) to help me.
I let her push me down, laying on my back, and she gets on top of me.
"Now, do you need help?" She asks.
"Yes, badly."
(Y/N) didn't care that I'm a cybertronian as she kisses me. How can she ignore the taste of metal rather than skin?
I let out a groan which turns into a moan as (Y/N) moves her tongue into my intake. The allows me to move my glossia into her intake. Again, how is she not disgusted by the taste of metal? As we enjoy this makeout session, I unclip (Y/N)'s bra and unbutton her pants. She breaks the kiss and undresses before laying back on me and biting my neck cables.
"I thought you were going to help me? Stop teasing (Y/N)."
I want her to get off me to show her the surprise I was trying to show her instead, (Y/N) kisses me. I moan, enjoying this until I feel her hand rubbing my spike. (Y/N) breaks the kiss and smiles before sitting in my chassis.
"What are you—?" I attempt to ask before (Y/N) rubs my spike.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Hmm, I think I figured out how to have a little fun even though it's not like humans do. I resume rubbing his spike.
"Ugh, (Y/N)!" Hot Rod moans.
This is fun; it's probably going to taste gross, but I can't resist his reactions. I suck on his spike. Smiling as Hot Rod moans in pleasure. I feel there's a layer of thin metal like its protection. I hope I'm not actually going to hurt Hot Rod; I bite on the outer layer.
Hot Rod's P.O.V.
For a human who just learned about the cybertronian heat cycle, she knows how to help me. I can feel I'm close to overload, close to having a turn pleasing (Y/N). My moaning quickly turns to panting.
"UGH, (Y/N)!" I scream as my cooling fans turn on, and I spill out all over (Y/N), how fragging embarrassing.
"No, don't!" I exclaim as she proceeds to lick her fingers.
"Chill, it's water."
I guess since I overheated already, I ended up covering her in water. I hope so, and she's not lying and licking something toxic to humans. Though she's still wet, (Y/N) lays on me. I wrap my arms around her. It's quiet for a few minutes before (Y/N) moves to kiss me again, sending shocks through my body. Her head tests on my helm; my optics staring at her (e/c) for what feels like hours.
"Hot Rod, I...," (Y/N) trails off.
"What's wrong?"
"I love you, and I know it's never going—."
I stop her by kissing her.
"I've always loved you. Everything will work out. I was trying to show you something earlier."
(Y/N) gets off me and obeys when I tell her to close her eyes.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I have no idea what Hot Rod is going to show me. I try to relax and keep my eyes closed as I hear a loud thud, then silence fills the air. I feel a hand touching mine. Did Hot Rod run out of the room? But he couldn't have...
"Ok, open your eyes," Hot Rod says.
I see a male with brown hair and the same color blue as the Autobots' optics.
"Shh, it's me, Hot Rod," this guy claims. He even has the same accent as Hot Rod, "this is what I wanted to show you. It's a holoform, programmed to function mostly like a human."
My eyes catch his holoform's large spike.
"Now we can do it," he smiles, "what an Interesting first date."
It's so wrong to do it on the first date, but I'm already breaking the rules dating an alien. Kissing Hot Rod's holoform felt like kissing a human.
Hot Rod enjoyed his payback as much as I did. He lays next to me, holding me close to him.
"So that's how humans do it," he comments, "not much different from our way. I love you (Y/N)."
"I love you too. Stay in your holoform as we sleep."
That's exactly what Hot Rod did.