The lowlight emitting from the berthside table was the only thing illuminating Swerve's habsuite. He had just put Veer down for her evening nap, and he feared turning on any other lights might wake her. Not wanting to risk it he just made do with the dinky little lamp.
It wasn't like he needed much light anyway. Swerve shifted from laying on his side to an upright position. The only thing he had been doing was watching reruns of Archer on his tablet. Totally not because he was trying to distract himself. Not at all.
Okay, maybe that was a tiny little lie. Swerve always watched reruns in the dark as one of his coping mechanisms. He had been doing this long before Veer came into his life. There was something about being in a dim room that calmed his jittery nerves; and right now his processor was a whirling vortex of concentrated stress. Swerve kept fidgeting with his own servo as he thought about the source of his current woes- Blurr.
He glanced at the engraving on his palm then swallowed.
"I'll see you later. Comm. me if you need anything"
Those words kept replaying in his processor. It sounded so simple! Yet, here he was, agonizing over the fact that it was an impossible task. There was no way he could call the racer even if he wanted to. All because he didn't actually have his contact information!
Even worse was the fact it had been days since that exchange. Blurr probably thought he was avoiding him (which was partially true, because he gets so nervous around the racer) or trying to keep him from Veer. Which was definitely not true! He only wanted the best for her- and Blurr is the best.
Aughh! His helm felt like somebody put it in a blender and hit puree. How was he supposed to fix this? Just casually go up to Blurr and confess how much of a loser he was to his own Blurr?
Swerve swallowed as he traced the number with his digit. Each little grove felt like a nail in his spark chamber. A reminder that he was unlikeable.
It didn't help that he still had the other fake number laying in the side of his subspace. He couldn't bring himself to throw the stupid thing away. Swerve fished it out and looked at the scrapped piece of paper. The last few digits are still missing at the end.
He sighed thinking back to when he first received it- He had been so happy…How did any of this happen?
The nightmare fuel must have been hitting him hard, because he no longer felt nervous. No, he was giggling down the hallway, leaning against Blurr for support, as he rambled on about the time he pranked Cyclonus .
"See. My liquor license needed to be renewed, or I was at risk of good old Mags busting into the bar and shutting it down. Aaaand that's one helm-ache that I did not want to deal with- Totally not because Magnus and his punishments are scary. Who do you take me for Blurr? Iiii'm totally fearless. Anyway- I did the reasonable thing… and begged Rodimus for help. Since he could totally speed up the process-"
Blurr nodded, and stumbled with Swerve down the hall. Their height difference was making it a little difficult to walk straight. Maybe if Swerve stopped hanging off of the speedster they could go faster, but this felt way too nice. Swerve couldn't resist sagging closer to the nice smelling frame next to him.
..Was it weird that he thought Blurr smelled nice? Swerve took a moment to inhale the sweet mixture of expensive polish and frame oils racers used. The combination reminded him of those fancy energon goodies before the war. Swerve giggled thinking he'd gladly eat Blurr up if he was a goodie.
"Anyway- to avoid doing a mountain of paperwork Roddy struck a deal with me. All I had to do was prank Cyclonus. See- Rodimus wasn't convinced of his mor-morali? Goodness. Yeah, that's the word. He wanted to push him a bit and see if he'd snap..." Swerve paused. "Wait, you know who Cyclonus is, right? Big, tall, and purple? Has a sword"
"The one with the horns," Blurr confirmed as he hugged Swerve closer to his side.
"Yeah! That scary looking bot. Which, one would argue, would be worse than facing Ultra Magnus. Well, not anymore. Heee's like one of those human Russian dolls, but filled with tiny green men…."
Blurr furrowed his brows together. "What? You had me till that. Green Men..?"
Swerve gasp loudly, "Oh frag that's right! You weren't there. Sorry, crazy Lost Light quest shenanigans. I am- waaaay too drunk to explain that. Ask me again. When I am sober."
Blurr chuckled, "If I remember, sure."
A ball of happiness fluttered inside his frame. Primus, that laugh did things to him. Swerve really hoped to hear it again tonight.
Swerve smiled at the racer, "I'll remind ya! It's preeetty wild- Oh! Anyway, back to the story. I weighed my options and- Death by Cyclonus seemed quicker. He'd probably slice me in half while Magnus would just bore me to death. And Blurr- You have to understand. When I say bored to death I mean by the end of it you would rather eject yourself into the void of space where your thoughts are your only company than hear him drone on. "
That earned a snort from Blurr. "Oh trust me, I understand. I used to have intel meetings with that massive stick up his aft. How does he make a bomb threat boring?"
Swerve threw up his arms. "See! You get it! Cyclonus was definitely the better option. Anyway, to ensure that my death would be quick and painless, I decided to do something simple- Next time he'd come into the bar I'd give him a freebie and say it was from somebody else. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. I could easily come up with a lie and say it's from somebody like Sunstreaker, but that wasn't believable. Soooo~ I might have played a bit of match maker and said it was from Tailgate, his roommate. Why Tailgate you might ask? Well, those two had more chemistry than… Megatron with war crimes! Like every time they'd come in they just shared these longing stares but would never make a move. It was driving me insane"
"Oh, they're one of those. I swear there's at least one couple on every ship" Blurr said, rolling his optics then paused. "Wait- what the hell is a lemon squeezy?"
He leaned into the racer's warm side and let out a series of giggles, "It's a human saying!"
"Aaah, I didn't really engage in earth culture. Heh, lemon squeezy. Sounds cute though", Blurr then flashed him a dazzling smile, "Not as cute as your laauugh~"
Swerve lost all train of thought as he felt his face flushed. He stumbled forward a bit, almost tripping on his own pedes, but Blurr kept him steady by wrapping an arm around his waist. Swerve felt his engine hic-up.
"Ooh careful now, don't want to lose you," Blurr said, guiding his steps forward.
Swerve mutely nodded as his spark spun like crazy in his casing. Blurr, super talented racer, just called him cute! Primus above, this was gonna be the best night of his life.
"Anyway-what happened next in your story. You decided to pick Tailgate…?"
"Y-yeah! So, the next night when Cyclonus came to order his usual I told him it was already paid for. Then, with the coolest aura I could muster, I nodded to Tailgate, who was just hanging by himself in a booth, and told Cyclonus he bought it. Cyclonus stared at me for a while. Long enough that I start to think the ruse is up- Then, I kid you not, he orders Tailgate's favorite drink! Like- when did he ever figure that out! And he marches over there with both drinks in hand. He ends up joining Tailgate, and I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I'm pretty sure they confess their love for one another. And that's how I totally set them up. I know- hold your applause. I'm just that good"
Swerve could barely believe his optics when Blurr started to clap with a smile. "I can't help myself. A good wingman deserves some recognition."
The minibot rubbed the back of his helm with a small nervous laugh, "Don't give me too much credit yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to get Whirl in the picture."
Blurr stopped clapping as his face morphed into confusion, "Whirl? Ex-wrecker with a foul mouth? That Whirl?"
Swerve nodded. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking-but trust me. Those three make a cute throuple. They just don't know it yet!"
"You are totally full of scrap. Whirl loves violence, guns, and being a hazard. I can maybe see him with 'tall and scary'-but that blue minibot? There's no way," Blurr said as he slowed his stroll.
"Well, look at us," Swerve pointed out.
"What do you mean?"
Swerve, feeling braver than normal, put his hand on top of the one resting on his hip. He blushed, hoping to Primus he wasn't making this weird by reading the signs wrong, and brushed their fields together. He made sure to put across the feeling he was shy but open enough to be flirtatious.
When a warm, confident field met his own, instant relief flooded his system. This was real- Blurr was actually interested!
Without missing a beat Blurr smirked and said, "I don't think that applies to us, see I've been thinking of you with me all night."
That-was the smoothest line he had ever heard. Swerve stared at the racer, disbelieving his own audio receptors, as a blush brighter than a sun bloomed on his face plate. His processor spun as it tried to come up with a reply. It had to be something as smooth as that.
"Frag, you're gorgeous-"
Not that! Anything but that. Swerve cringed on the inside. Mission failed! Abort! Abort! There was no saving this.
That earned another chuckle from the racer. He smirked at Swerve and did a move that almost made the poor minibot blue screen. Blurr gently pushed him against the nearest wall, their frames pressed closely together, as he leaned in. They were so close together that the hot air of Blurr's vents tickled Swerve's face plate.
"Funny, I was going to say that about you.."
It took a moment for those words to actually sink in. He was distracted by Blurr's lip components, almost brushing his own. Swerve felt his insides flip flop. Blurr really thought he was gorgeous?
Doubt started to seep its way into his spark. This had to be some kind of prank, right? This couldn't be real! He waited for a hidden camera crew to come out and say that this was a joke. That never happened. The way the racer was stroking his hip felt very real. Same with the warm tingles that were working its way through his frame. All of that felt real.
"May I kiss you?"
K-kiss? Blurr wanted to kiss him? Swerve swallowed down the nervous lump that had formed in his throat.
Oh, Blurr was staring at him! Oh scrap, he was waiting for a reply. Swerve didn't think- He just blurted out his answer.
"Yes"
He froze in place as a servo cupped the side of his cheek. It felt so heated against his bare protoform. Swerve felt his vents stutter and his tanks roll.
Only when Blurr was mere inches away from touching him did he remember to offline his visor. Then it happened. Blurr kissed him.
Their lips brushed against each other in a slow caress. Swerve melted into the peck, with giddiness dancing throughout his frame, as he followed Blurr's lead. Swerve grounded himself by placing a servo against the racer's chassis.
Their lip components moved slowly as they explored one another. Swerve could taste the earlier highgrade on his mouth. It was sweet.
Later on, he would blame his boldness on the fact he was drunk. But at the moment all he wanted to do was to sample more of the racer. Swerve licked the racer's bottom lip component. Blurr responded by opening up his intake.
Blurr made a sound of encouragement as their glossa met. He pressed closer to Swerve as his stroking turned into plucking. He searched the bartender's seams, teasing bare protoform and wires, to get Swerve to make little noises.
Each touch made charge start to crackle in his frame. Swerve panted against Blurr as their kiss became more intense. He started to play with Blurr's vertical venting right below his chassis. He slid his servo against his abdomen and played with the pleats. Blurr buckled against him with a groan.
"Oh yeah, get it Swerve!" someone from down the hall shouted.
Surprised, Swerve jerked away from the racer. His helm snapped in the direction of the voice. He flushed realizing Brainstorm was right there, briefcase in hand, watching them swap spit.
Blurr recovered faster than Swerve could. He pulled away from Swerve, but still not removing his servo from his hip, to glare at the scientist.
"We are a little busy here!" he snapped.
"I can see that! Swerve, I feel like I should high five you right now. But that can wait till later. You two should know- Magnus is doing his rounds. Might want to take this someplace else," said Brainstorm.
Swerve wanted to disappear in that instant. Yeah, they were lucky it was only Brainstorm that saw them. If it was Magnus they might have ended up in the brig for publicly displaying some light petting. But, it didn't make it any less embarrassing that they got caught.
"Thanks Brainstorm- we were uh, just about to leave," Swerve said as he stepped away from Blurr. "Come on, my habsuite is just around the corner."
"Anytime!" Brainstorm chirped.
Blurr glanced at the scientist one more time before following Swerve down the hall. As they walked together Blurr slung his arm around the minibot's shoulder, pressing Swerve close to the racer's side.
Swerve thought his spark chamber was going to explode. It was beating in his chassis harder than a combiner taking down a city skyscraper. He just kissed Blurr! Not just kiss- but totally made out with him!
He could still feel the tingles against his protoform. He resisted the urge to bring his servo up to his lips and feel it. More than anything he wanted to yell at Brainstorm- He wasn't ready for that kiss to be over.
Swerve tried his best to ignore the charge that was running through his circuits. It didn't help that Blurr was still right next to him. He wondered if the racer was hyped up too. If he was..maybe they could..?
Nope! No! He shouldn't make assumptions like that. Swerve forced himself to look ahead at the hallway. He cleared his intake.
"My room is just right there,"
Blurr nodded. "Good, I prefer something more private anyway."
Yep, don't think about it! Swerve didn't dare look at the racer in fear he would think of something lewd like- his spike or maybe kissing him again. That was a fluke! They were just gonna go back to his room to watch a movie or something.
It didn't take them long to finally get to the habsuite. Swerve punched in his passcode,unlocking the door, which swung open revealing the big dark room. He flipped on a light.
"Welcome to my habsuite! Uh-ignore the mess. I wasn't expecting any visitors..." Swerve said, glancing at the stack of comics he forgot to put back.
It really wasn't that bad. Thankfully he didn't have any empty cubes or energon goodie wrappers laying about. That would have been embarrassing.
Blurr looked around the room. "Quite big for one bot."
"Uh yeah-I got lucky and didn't have to get a roommate! So I have this unit all to myself. Cool, right?"
He didn't want to bring up the fact that nobody actually wanted to be his roommate. That little fact could just disappear.
"Um! Anyway, would you like something to drink or a snack? Here, I got my own little stash."
Swerve was already opening his drawer full of goodies he kept hidden away. He only really brought them out during movie night, but since this was a special occasion, he was totally gonna share them with Blurr. He fished out a bag of copper dusted carbon chips for himself, and a homemade bar of jellied energon with pieces of gallium mixed in for Blurr.
He was so glad he didn't eat that bar. Thanks to some old gossip magazines, and interviews, Swerve knew it was the speedster's favorite. He was excited to share it with Blurr, since production of it stopped sometime during the war.
Blurr looked like he was about to refuse until he caught sight of the candy, "How did you get that?"
Swerve gave a little smirk feeling like he actually accomplished something. He had gotten the recipe from Sunstreaker of all bots. Apparently his twin liked to mess around in the kitchen in his spare time. Homemade engex and goodies were Sideswipe's speciality. Swerve was just lucky enough that Sunstreaker liked him enough to share it. The credit chip exchange might have helped.
"Can't tell you all my secrets. I have to remain a little mysterious," Swerve said as he offered him the goodie.
Blurr took it with a smile. "Gotta keep up that alluring personality I see. Well, it's working."
Swerve almost dropped his bag of chips. It fumbled in his servos but he managed to catch it before it could hit the ground. He was not used to being hit on on a good day. With Blurr doing it, he felt like a diesel deer in the headlights.
"Says the bot that was on the cover of Hot Motor Oil three times," Swerve blurted out.
Blurr cocked an optic then smirked. "And how would you know that?"
Swerve quickly looked away and pretended to be busy with the holoscreen. It totally wasn't because he was trying to hide how flushed his faceplate was. Why did he say that? That was so creepy!
Hot Motor Oil was a well known spicy magazine that was popular before the war. It was famous for having celebrity guests take photos in very suggestive posing. Often the model would have their panels open for the shoot. The editor claimed it was to capture the vulnerability of their guests. In reality it was basically softcore porn. The senate was big on censoring anything related to interfacing at the time; so the magazine got around it by using a black bar to cover anything too scandalous. That black censor bar was the tiniest thing Swerve had ever seen. It didn't cover anything. But it must have worked enough considering they never got shut down.
Swerve would be lying if he said he didn't keep a few issues. They were stuffed somewhere in his cabinet. Mainly, those with a certain racer featured on the cover. He couldn't help it. Those images had changed his life. That didn't mean he wanted to confess to Blurr that he looked at that!
"Swerve, relax. You're not the first bot I've met that has seen that dirty magazine. I've read a couple of issues myself. I'd be more surprised if you didn't know about it." Blurr said as he took a seat on top of the berth.
That.. did make him feel a bit better. Swerve relaxed his shoulders before grabbing the remote from the entertainment center. He turned around to look at Blurr on his berth. Blurr smirked and beckoned him over with a hand wave. Swerve swallowed down the lump his intake and stumbled on over to the racer. He took a spot next to Blurr's side. They were close enough that their frames were touching.
"Haha…yeah! Those pictures sure are something!" He said turning on the holorscreen.
Blurr dramatically flopped backwards into the pile of pillows, and held out his candy like it was a prized possession. He broke a piece off the bar, tried to pop it into his mouth, but almost missed. He fumbled with it a bit before deciding to just carefully take a bite. He chewed then let out a big groan.
"Swerve, I legit may cry. These are the best," He then wiped away a fake tear and grinned at the bartender.
Swerve huffed out a laugh. "They aren't that good,"
"Agree to disagree, I'd gladly charge through an army of decepticons, with my servos tied behind my back, just to get a crumb."
The speedster paused, thought about it for a second, then nodded. "Yep, totally. Servos behind my back and frag- maybe even throw in a bunch of angry seekers. These are worth it!"
Swerve could tell the liquor was still affecting Blurr too. He shook his helm and laughed at the silliness.
"All that for some energon goodies…? Can't lie, I'd do the same."
Blurr grinned. "That's why we get along! We know how to appreciate the little things in life."
The speedster paused for a moment, did a once over to Swerve's frame, then grinned. Swerve blinked as the racer looked like he wanted to laugh. That made him feel a bit self conscious.
"Something funny?"
"Yes, well no- It's…a stupid joke that popped into my processor"
"Yeah, What is it?"
"Well…uh…"
While the racer struggled to formulate the right words, Swerve took a moment to think about their conversation.
…Blurr had read a couple of those issues, huh? Swerve chewed on the bottom of his lip as he tried to imagine what could tantalize Blurr of all people. He could get whatever bot he wanted! Yet he was looking at those magazines.
Curiosity got the better of him. He really shouldn't ask considering how awkward things already were but… The nightmare fuel in his lines made him do stupid things.
There was a moment where the only sound in the room was the holo screen playing the introduction to Fast 'n the Furious. Swerve glanced over at Blurr to see him eating the jellies as he watched the movie. Swerve played with the bag of chips in his hand but didn't bother opening them. He was a bit too anxious to eat anything.
Swerve placed the remote off to the side table, "Actually, I have a question...Back to Hot Motor Oil, is there a certain issue that you prefer?"
For a moment the only thing Swerve could do was hold his vents. He awaits for Blurr to lash out at him or call him disgusting for asking. Those were fair reactions… What he didn't expect was for the words that came out of Blurr's mouth.
"Theonewiththeminibots"
…
What?
Swerve optics widen as his processor decipher his words. The overindulgence of high-grade earlier was making Blurr's speedy talk harder to follow. It didn't help that the racer's words were slurring together. Did he hear that correctly? He swiveled his helm to look at the racer. Blurr cleared his intake.
"The one with the minibots", he confessed.
Oh…Oh! That was surprising. Swerve always thought racer frames would prefer other racer frames. They were always sleek and sexy. Or maybe bulkier bots that could throw them around! Not, well, minibots. That, from his experiences, was nobody's favorite.
"It'snotafetish!" Blurr babbled out, "Itsnotjustanyminibottheir! Ihavetolikethe-"
Blurr covered his blushing face and swore under his breath. He took in a deep vent, "Let me start over. It's not a fetish thing. Primus knows I know what it's like for somebody to just want you for your frame type."
Blurr leaned back against the pillows. "I don't know how to explain other than I have a preference. But it isn't just any minibot- I have a type, and well you can guess what kind it is.."
Swerve could only nod as he absorbed this information. That didn't stop the energon from rushing to his cheeks. He glanced down at his own chunky frame then at Blurr.
"It's why I was kind of laughing at myself. Appreciate the little things in life? And I like minibots…it was stupid.."
He wasn't crazy was he? Did…Blurr just confessed that he found him attractive? He truly blamed the kiss on the highgrade! But here was Blurr telling him that he meant it.
Blurr looked away. "Sorry if that's weird or makes you uncomfortable. I can leave if you'd lik..-"
"No!" Swerve blurted out.
He tried to cover up his eagerness with a fake cough. "I mean no, it doesn't bother me. You should stay."
Blurr nodded then sat his snack over by the table. He glanced at Swerve, optics traveling all over his frame, before he moved closer to him. Swerve's vents stuttered as the racer splayed his servo against his inner thigh.
"How about we recreate some of those images, hot stuff?" Blurr purred out.
That earned a surprised giggle from the bartender. The way Blurr tried to wiggle his optical ridges at him came across as more humorous than sexy. Despite his cool demeanor Blurr was as sloshed as he was. Still the previous charge he had gathered came back with vengeance.
"Frag," Swerve breathed out.
"That's what I was hoping for," Blurr joked.
Swerve couldn't help but to let out a laugh. "Okay, you got me there. Yeah. That sounds good. Let's frag."
Blurr grinned before leaning over to kiss the minibot once again. It was more fervent than the last one. Their mouths moved together in a messy, uncoordinated, display of lust. Blurr was already exploring the inside of his mouth. Swerve groaned against his lips as he tasted every inch of the racer.
The servo that was stroking his inner thigh was slowly moving up to his codpiece. Swerve jerked towards the contact. It already felt so good. He had to fight off opening up his panels right then and there. Frag, when was the last time he hooked up with somebody?
Blurr pulled away to start kissing down Swerve's neck cabling, leaving little bites that jolted spikes of pleasure in his frame. He shivered as that talented mouth licked at sensitive energon lines, before the racer captured one between his dentae and applied a light pressure that built a fire in his core.
Swerve resisted the urge to rub his thighs together. He could feel his spike pressurizing from underneath his panels, moisture starting to trickle out of his valve, and a growing need to have some friction against his frame. He gasped when Blurr finally reached his pelvic area. The touch made his frame feel like it was on fire. Then the speedster started to lightly stroke it causing Swerve to buckle.
Blurr started to rub a little circle on his code piece. Swerve squirmed against the touch. Those components hadn't been touched in a while, leaving him acutely aware of how good it felt. He twitched in place as the racer continued to pet away.
Swerve fought his hardest to not just open up his panels- the stroking was leaving him a needy mess, but he didn't want to appear too eager to the racer! He couldn't just let Blurr do everything.
"Look at you, frag," Blurr breathed out.
Swerve flushed. He could guess how needy he looked right now. Panels burning hot, lubricate seeping out of the seams, and vents blaring as Blurr played with him.
Already Swerve looked like a shareware bot! He became acutely aware that he barely had touched Blurr. Swerve was a lot of things, but he wasn't selfish in the berth. He scooched back away from the speedsters.
"Here, let me…"
The racer blinked, surprised by the sudden shift, till Swerve made his way in between his legs. Swerve leaned down, and began to lap at the junction in between the racer's leg vents. He prodded his tongue against the sensitive slates, feeling the growing charge buzz against his mouth, as he sought out bare protoform to stimulate.
Blurr leaned against the headboard enjoying the sensation. He groaned as Swerve made his way upwards to his housing. Once there he began to suck and kiss the spot that hid his spike. Blurr lost it when the bartender lovingly nuzzled the spot and said.
"Open for me?"
A blue and white spike emerged from behind Blurr's paneling. It was sleek like the racer, decorated with biolights that throbbed in time with his energon lines, and long. The sight of it made Swerve's mouth water.
It nudged the side of the bartender's cheek. Swerve smiled, planting a little kiss on it, and stroking it with his free servo. Beads of pre-transfluid formed on the tip. Swerve wasted no time sampling it. As the tangy fluid coated his tongue he looked up at Blurr. The racer swore under his breath and planted a hand against the back of Swerve's helm.
"I like your spike," Swerve muttered as he admired it. It was true. Swerve had sucked a lot of spike in his day-He loved giving oral, but by far this was the prettiest.
"Thanks, got it-Aah~ Custom done."
Swerve huffed out a laugh, imagining Blurr looking at different spikes, before settling on his. "That must have been a fun appointment," before lapping at the head.
"It's not everyday you go dong shopping. You wouldn't believe what they had. Some of them glowed in the dark," He agreed with a smug smirk. "Though, I picked the right one. It's gonna look beautiful around your lips"
Swerve made a surprised little noise. He gazed up at Blurr, his erect spike resting on his tongue, as his servo slid the base of it. Blurr groaned, admiring the image, as Swerve kept slowly worshiping his rod.
He pumped it a few times, earning more droplets, and caught each one with his glossa. Swerve pressed his tongue directly against the racer's transfluid slit, earning a gasp from above. He hummed, enjoying himself as Blurr's spike throbbed under his touch.
Swerve wrapped his mouth around the spike, taking all of it in with practiced ease, as his digits found Blurr's valve. He was greeted with fluid dripping out of the racer. Blurr was just as wet as Swerve was. The bartender spread the folds of his valve and sunk two digits into him with ease.
The wet squelch of Blurr's eager valve filled the room. Swerve swallowed around his spike and began to bob his helm as he worked that lovely channel with his digits. He'd pull off that wonderful spike before swallowing it back down. Blurr moaned, spreading his legs as far as they could do, while his charge built.
Blurr used the servo on the back of Swerve's helm to help guide him at a steady pace onto his spike. Every pass downward made an obscene slurping sound. Swerve moaned with his mouth full, loving the way it moved in his intake.
"Yesyeses!"
That was all the encouragement Swerve needed to pick up his pace. He swallowed the spike down, letting it hit the back of his throat, and gagging himself a bit in the process. Swerve's optics watered as he abused his own intake tubing.
Blurr couldn't contain himself any longer. He started to hump Swerve's face. The minibot picked up speed, massaged the rod in his mouth, and hit every internal node he could find with his digit. He could feel the spike in his intake twitch against his glossa. Blurr was close.
Swerve offlined his visor and focused on pleasing the racer. He hollowed out his cheeks, using his tongue to massage the bare sentio-metallico, as he worked his mouth. He was rewarded with the tangy taste of pre-fluid that danced along his tongue. Then his digits struck Blurr's sweet spot.
The narrow channel rippled against Swerve's fingers. Blurr made a choking sound as he shove his spike as far down Swerve's mouth as he could take. Swerve stayed still as Blurr's spike pulse out a steady stream of transfluid into the bartender's waiting mouth. It overfilled the inside of his intake forcing Swerve eagerly to swallow down the burning hot liquid. Only a little dripped out and down onto his chin.
He pulled off with a wet pop and tried to catch his breath. He glanced up at the racer who was still recovering from his overload. Swerve couldn't help but feel proud with how debauched Blurr looked. There was one thing he was good at. And that was using his mouth!
Once they both collected themselves, Blurr wiped away the dribble dripping from his chin with his digit. He smirked, keeping optic contact with Swerve, and licked his fingers clean. Swerve felt his valve throb in need as he watched on.
"Is that better than the jelly?" he blurted out.
Blurr laughed, "No, but you sure are."
Blurr leaned down before Swerve could even process what was happening. He captured his lips and tasted himself on the bartender. It was sloppy, their tongues intertwining, as swerve groaned into the kiss.
That's when he noticed something poking at his armor. Swerve looked down and was greeted by one still very pressurized spike. He blinked, surprised it was standing tall. "Oh, hello again."
Blurr noticed and chuckled. "I'm a racer, remember? Quick refractory period. Hope that's okay?"
Swerve stared at the hard on unsure what to think. He really thought he was going to suck the racer off and that would be that. It wouldn't have been the first time he gave oral and his partner called it quits; but Blurr's spike had other plans.
"Yeah, but my jaw might need a little break," Swerve confessed, "And just let me take…" Swerve took off his blue visor and set it to the side table, next to his long forgotten chips, before turning his attention back to Blurr. "Thing's all fogged up.."
The racer was about to say something but got distracted by Swerve's brillant cyan optics. Blurr stared into them, taken aback at how adorable the bartender looked without his visor.
"..Do I have something on my face?"
Blurr forced himself to stop staring. "No-uh. Sorry, That's more than alright. There are other ways we can have fun."
Blurr smirked before reaching down to stroke Swerve's panel. He was already charged up from watching Blurr overload like that, so it didn't take much for his equipment to slide open.
His spike was way less impressive than Blurr's. It wasn't flashy with a bunch of custom biolights or modded like some bots did. Though there were many times he thought about getting it done. He just wasn't brave enough to go through with it. No, his spike was the one he was forged with. It's red and white, small, and a bit chubby like he was.
Blurr hummed, rubbing it with the palm of his servo. "Let's see if you can keep up with me."
Swerve flushed as his spike twitched at the compliment. Already his tip was weeping from the contact. Blurr wiped it away with his thumb.
The bartender grabbed a bundle of the blanket underneath them to help himself stay grounded. He held his breath, trying to fight the pleasure already building in the pit of his stomach. Swerve felt like the racer could breathe on his spike and he'd overload.
Blurr kept paying with the weeping head. Every once in a while he'd lazily pump it. Swerve couldn't help shoving his servo in his mouth and biting down. His spike gave a hard throb.
Swerve tried to think of other things as the pleasure grew. Blurr gathered the fluid drooling out of his slit, and used it as lube to slide his servo in a strong fluid motion. The pace Blurr sets was a steady motion that made Swerve gasp.
Then the racer started to tease him. He would stroke his spike in a series of hard pumps, then let go when he was on the cusp of overload, leaving him in a needy haze of pleasure. Swerve whined out as his spike was left throbbing.
The edging left Swerve in knots. Yes, he did it in the privacy of his own berth, but to have Blurr do it to him was something else. There was something thrilling about having the racer in control.
Blurr tightened his grip around the needy rod, tugging on it, then letting it spring forward as he let go. Swerve tried to chase after his touch, by thrusting forward, only to be stopped. Blurr used his free hand to hold his hip in place. No matter how needy Swerve was he couldn't frag that fist.
"That's it… you're almost to the finish line."
Swerve whimpered, "I feel like I'm in last place!"
Blurr let go off his spike, letting it twitch from the loss of contact, and dripped a line of pre-transfluid from the tip down to the blankets. Swerve could feel it throbbing in time to his spark beat. This sweet torture was driving him mad.
"Then let's make you feel like a winner," Blurr purred out.
Blurr grabbed a hold of his rod again, pumping it with strong determined strokes, as he eased his grip on Swerve's hips. The bartender cried out from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, canting his hips into the vice grip, while his charge buzzed through his circuits. Swerve offline his optics, and started to hump the servo until it was too much. He cried out as thick transfluid flew out of him and into Blurr's digits and parts of his chassis.
Blurr kept moving his servo until Swerve ran completely dry. The bartender kept his optics offline as he floated above a haze of pleasure; that was the best overload of his life.
When he could see again, he was greeted by a massive mess. Swerve flushed, staring a what he'd done to Blurr. Blurr had the pink fluid all over his windshield. The racer didn't seem to mind, he puffed out his chassis, and grinned.
"I'll take this as a compliment. I bet you feel like a winner now."
"S-sorry! Oh, Let me get a towel or something-" Swerve hurriedly looked over at his night stand for wipes.
"Don't bother, we're still not done yet," Blurr said, nodding to his own spike. "Unless, you are tapping out?"
There was no judgment in his voice. Just a perfectly reasonable question. Swerve knew high endurance frames like Blurr's had a harder dissipating excess charge, overloading once only took the edge off. It was a good thing Swerve still felt so achingly empty…
"And miss out on your custom spike? I'd be crazy to say no! I mean come on- I wonder if it flashes when you overload. Couldn't tell when you did earlier since well..my mouth was kind of full.."
"I'm a racer, not an enforcer Swerve" Blurr laughed out.. "Wait, do officers spike's light up..?"
Swerve thought about it then made a face, "Well, that was a cursed thought."
"Hm?"
"Short answer, Prowl. Horrifying answer- We could ask Chromedome."
Blurr gasped then laughed, "Oh, Primus, no. I rather not live with that information."
Swerve nodded in agreement, "Yeah, nah. I'll stick to playing with your spike. Now, how do you want me?"
The speedster flashed him a dazzling smile, before pushing him down onto the berth. He slotted himself between Swerve's legs, and revved his engine. Swerve flushed seeing Blurr's pressurized spike near his aching valve.
Swerve already had a trail of lubricate that had started to stain the fabric underneath them. The bartender felt his cheeks heat further as Blurr stared at his chubby white valve. The white contrasted with the pink smears between his thighs. Swerve noticed the hunger in Blurr's optics as he watched at his cute aroused external node that was peeking out from its sheath.
Blurr grabbed a hold of his own spike, and dragged it across the sensitive nub. There was something so erotic watching Blurr rub his spike between those puffy lips. A new powerful wave of want and lust hit Swerve, and he longed to feel it sink deep inside.
The racer kept toying with Swerve, by rubbing his rod all over his valve, but only grazing the entrance. Blurr made sure to pay extra attention to his external node, rubbing the tip of his head against the engorged bud. A couple of times he'd gently slap his entire spike against it, causing zaps of pleasure that left Swerve wanting.
"Are you ready for it?" Blurr asked, dragging his spike to the entrance of his valve, but not yet breaching him.
"Fragg…yess!"
Blurr rolled his hips, finally pushing inside the opening. Swerve's optics rolled up as that spike speared him open. He groaned, loving the burning stretch that occupied it. Blurr was slow moving it in his narrow channel. Swerve could feel every ridge against his nodes as it passed through. Once their pelvis were flushed they both took a moment to revel in the sensations.
Blurr pulled back leaving Swerve to feel every inch work its way out of his channel. He gasped already feeling so empty without it. Blurr was quick to remedy that ache.
Swerve almost whimpered at the slow pace the racer was taking. Blurr was definitely savoring the feeling. He moved his hips like he had all the time in the world. It was enough to keep charge but made Swerve ache for more.
"F-faster! Please-" He begged
Blurr paused his movement causing Swerve to squirm. The racer took in his needy form and then smirked. He leaned down to kiss Swerve again.
"Let's see if you can keep up."
The racer grabbed a hold of Swerve's pedes and hiked them onto his shoulders. Swerve was suddenly seeing stars as the racer started to thrust at the new angle. It hit something deep within his chamber that caused him to cry out.
Never had any bot reached so deep inside of him before! Swerve gasped as his inside clenched down hard on the spike driving against that spot. Blurr kept hitting it until Swerve swore he felt something give.
Pleasure like no other burst to life inside of his valve. Swerve's helm lolled back as his knees shook. Was he drooling? He was pretty sure he was drooling.
Blurr didn't seem to mind at all. His thrusts remained powerful, quick, and erratic. Swerve held on for dear life as his channel was assaulted with bliss.
Swerve started to cry out Blurr's name, begging him to keep going! He was so close! The racer delivered, driving his spike deep inside, leaving Swerve a wreck.
That's when Blurr struck his core once more, reached over with his servo, and rubbed Swerve's external node. Swerve almost snapped in half as his frame tensed up, and he came hard on Blurr's spike. The racer above him groaned, feeling the rhythmic way Swerve clamped down on his rod, before following after him. Blurr buried his face into one of the legs he was holding, and pulsed hot transfluid into Swerve.
Despite that, it wasn't over yet. Blurr's spike was still hard after overloading. Swerve still had charge driving him to chase another euphoric peek. He wanted to feel that spike keep hitting that sweet spot!
"Keep going," Swerve moaned.
Blurr flipped the minibot to his hands and knees. Swerve flushed realizing the position they were in. He hid his face in the blanket as Blurr started to pound into him. His valve was already dripping from the transfluid he already deposited. It made his spike glide quicker and faster into his hole. Swerve felt like he was losing his mind. He mewled as Blurr's spike struck his core again. It was like the head was kissing his gestation chamber seal!
Blurr had a hold of Swerve's hips. He guided them back onto his spike over and over again. Drunk on pleasure, Swerve started to babble nonsense. He used his own servo to fist his own spike. Charge was crackling against his planting. That rod hit the back of his seal again causing Swerve to go over the edge. His frame stiffen, and Swerve yelped as stars bloomed across his vision. His channel clamped down on Blurr's spike, rippling across his rod in an attempt to milk all of his transfluid. Swerve's own spike came across the bedding like an abstract golden age painting.
That pushed the racer over. He held Swerve hips still as he buried his spike deep, breaching the gestation seal, and pumping more hot proto material into his forge. The nanites pooled inside of his chamber, filling Swerve up to over capacity. The excess drooled out of his valve and into a puddle underneath his aft. Blurr buckled as he rode off the last waves of his overload.
There was a moment when the smell of ozone and the sound of their vents blaring filled the room. Swerve was limp, unable to move his frame after such a world shattering overload. Blurr vented hard, slowly lowering Swerve's legs, as he recovered from his own high.
Blurr laid on top of him, rod still buried deep, as he caught his own breath. They both laid there for a moment before Blurr removed his spike. A gush of fluids came falling out.
"Frag, I made a mess in you..."
Swerve glanced down at the sticky disaster they were now laying in. He was kind of impressed at the combined amount of fluids they created. He stared, then grinned up at Blurr.
"Blurr, have I told you that if you were a dessert… you'd be a creampie?" Swerve quipped without thinking.
Blurr snorted, "Well you look more like an enclair right now."
Swerve blinked, "Wait, I thought you said you didn't engage in earth culture,"
"Not when I was stationed there, yeah. But my buddy Crosscut has been getting me to watch the great british bake off. I made the mistake of looking up creampies without the safe search filter on"
Swerve snorted, "That's one hell of a mistake."
"Tell me about it.. Hey- are those squishies racing?"
Swerve looked over at the movie that they had long abandoned. It was the scene when Vin Diesel's crew were amidst the heist. Swerve grinned, snatching the remote from the side table.
"Blurr, strap in. I'm going to show you the amazing world of street racing and family. Well-after I change these sheets"
"Here, let me help-"
Together, they changed the bedding, and wiped down their frames before getting comfortable for the night. Swerve ended up snuggling close to the racer, his helm nestled against Blurr's now clean windshield, as they watched a cheesy action movie. Blurr happily listened to him ramble on about the film until they both fell asleep.