Pairing: TFA Jefire/Jetstorm/Rodimus Prime
Rating: Mature
Details/Themes: Flirting, inappropriate touching
Requested by Spector_Author
"Oh, brother, it seems we have a lost Prime in our midst," Jetstorm mused, circling Rodimus.
The burgundy mech frowned and went to leave when he was stopped by Jetfire leaning against the only available exit. "Why, brother, you might be correct."
"You two really need better hobbies, I swear to Primus."
Jetfire then got into his personal space and made him lean away from the intruding flyer. "We can't help but admire you, Rodimus sir! After all, we are your biggest fans."
Jetstorm came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Rodimus' waist, making the bot go wide eyed and flushed. "And it would be rude to ignore us."
Rodimus winced to hide his moan when Jetstorm began feeling out his abdomen and thighs. Jetfire approached and grabbed his hips, pressing his crotch armor almost against his own. Between the twins, Rodimus was slowly having a silent meltdown in his processor trying to compute why this was happening over all.
"I think he likes it, brother," Jetfire smirked.
"I, uh ha, I think I should be leaving," the pinned mech said. Pushing himself from their grasp, Rodimus gave a weak smile, "It's been fun, really, but I think I hear Ultra Magnus calling me."
Jetfire and Jetstorm exchanged looks and frowned, "Who knew great Rodimus was such stick in the mud, brother."
"Yes, most unfortunate. We only wanted to play."
Before Rodimus was even out the door again, he whipped back around. "Now, hang on just for a second there, boys. I am not a stick in the mud. There's just a time and place for everything and here isn't the place."
"So...you still like us touching you though?" Jetstorm smirked.
The cogs in his processor stalled. "Uh, heh, um...w-well, it's not that...uh..."
Jetfire came to his side and used a digit under his chin to make him turn his helm towards the flyer. "We think you do. You like attention."
"If you wish, Rodimus sir, we would be most willing to please you. All you need do is ask," the blue flyer spoke.
Rodimus was floored on how to handle this. It was doubtful the twins had complete understanding of what they were asking given they seemed a bit young but at the same time, they were willing and he may be wrong entirely. The two flyers were cute in their own mischievous way but he also knew pursuing their offer would maybe land him in trouble with the Elite Guard. As he blushed when one servo seemed intent on stroking his back fin kibble, the thoughts of the consequences were becoming a little fuzzy.
"I think...I...think we should take this someplace else," Rodimus moaned.
"Like yours?" Jetstorm said, nuzzling the mech's cheek.
Upon being dragged out of the current location, Rodimus anticipated just what they had planned and whether or not he would even be able to go to work in morning for Ultra Magnus as he initially was going to do. Chances are he was going to be double down for the next day or so. Sorry, Magnus, some things were inevitable.
AN: Double the fun, double the instant regret that may occur later on when command learns of this debacle.