Fic: Car Wash
Title: Car Wash
Author: TheMadPuppy
E-mail: themadpuppy85 AT yahoo DOT ca
Permission to archive: Yes, just tell me!
Category: PWP, Romance, Smut
Genre: Slash
Rating: M. M for sure. Sex ahead, kiddos!
Summary: Giving a bath to a girl counts as foreplay, right? So, if he washed his car…[Sam X Bumblebee], One-Shot, PWP, movie-based.
Keywords: Sam, Bee, Car Wash, Mikaela, Smut
Spoilers: None really. I suppose we all saw the movie already;)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers nor make money out of this. It’s only for my pleasure and yours. ^_~.
Author Notes: After I began thinking about interspecies sex, this just wouldn’t leave me alone.
CAR WASH
Mikaela, Sam discovered, was a big tease. She was ready to lie down on top of him and his car in plain view for everyone to see, ready to roll her hips and kiss him hard, ready for all sorts of tricks and gimmicks…except the one big thing that counted the most. It was driving him insane, and if it wasn’t for Bee, maybe he would have jumped off that cliff already.
As it was, he just fidgeted nervously in the driver’s seat. Bee and him were not supposed to go back home before several hours, and he would have been very happy with the fact if his cock wasn’t throbbing painfully in his pants. It was past the point where he could hide it with an excuse or another; he needed to work on it, now.
Besides, he knew better than to try to fool Bee. Probably the big bot already sensed something was amiss, with his heat sensors or behavioural patterns analysis or whatever…he just couldn’t take the shame of explaining what his “problem” was. He would just get up, take care of it in the bushes and come back. Yes, that seemed like a nice plan.
Except the door refused to open.
“Bee, let me out”, Sam rasped, a faint touch of despair in his tone.
“You’re sick” replied the metallic voice of the bot, using the regular voice monitor rather than the stereo to stress his point.
“I’m not, I’m just-oh my God Bee just let me out, ok? I’ll be gone a few minutes, then everything’s going to be fiiiiine-“
“Then you are sick”, the bot stressed again. “Your speech pattern is altered.”
A purring sound engaged, and Sam realized in horror Bee was scouting the internet for a proper diagnosis.
“It’s-noooooooo! Just-I really need to take care of something, k? Just-“
“The internet suggests you suffer from a hormonal influx of-“
“YES that’s it, Bee!” Sam finally exploded. “Mikaela is the biggest tease in the universe, I need to jack off, and if you don’t open that door now I’ll come all over your dashboard!!”
The robot fell silent, and Sam felt a twinge of remorse for snapping at his mechanic friend. But then, all he said was true, and as the pressure in his pants kept reminding him, painfully true. And if Bee wasn’t ready to open the door, so be it. He figured, if he didn’t have a problem making out with Mikaela on the backseat, he shouldn’t have a problem masturbating behind the wheel.
“Screw this. I’ll use Kleenex. Don’t worry about anything” Sam mumbled, one hand fumbling for the precious tissue, the other hand already inside his boxers, his fingers working their magic through a practiced, fast pumping technique.
“Yeah” groaned Sam, “God yeah…”
His head lolled back, and failed to notice the pedals growing to cuff his feet, or the seat slowly reclining to a lying position. If anything, the leather just seemed to heat lightly, and a slight buzz went up his spine, like on a massage chair.
Only when the security belt moved on its own to bond his hands together, far away from his shaft, did he realize Bee was up to something.
“Bee?” Sam whispered in a rasp, half dazed by his pre-cum state.
Each side of his rear view mirror seemed to glow like two eyes, and the seat finished shifting, causing Sam to moan ecstatically. Somehow, Bee had cut his pants and engulfed his cock in a glove of oiled, slick warm leather. He had no idea why Bee was doing this and couldn’t care less at the moment if it was right or not. His eyes fixed the rear view mirror while his body just moved on its own, a frenzied, rushed rocking of his cock in the sucking hole, until he violently came in a shuddered, mind-blowing climax.
Slowly, the different parts of the seat returned to normal, and Sam found himself panting and at loss for words.
“Thanks, Bee”, he finally managed. “That…that was awesome”.
A low purr answered his comment. On the radio, the music softly played Baby, you can ride my car.
-x-x-x-
That was for yesterday. Bee had driven him home, and not another word was exchanged. Sam felt in a blissful sleep, strangely exempt of any philosophical angst he should be thinking of after that.
It’s not like it didn’t cross his thoughts, but then Bee wasn’t a man, so that didn’t make him gay. He was just…well, like a giant sextoy in that particular context. And as long as Mikaela was going to be a tease, it was egoistically fine by him.
The only thing truly bothering him when he woke up was what to give Bee in return. Sure, it was obvious the big bot didn’t mind the exchange, but he wanted to be fair to his buddy.
The perfect idea occurred to him while he took his morning shower. If bathing a girl counted as foreplay, then what about washing his car?..It was Saturday and Mika was away in another state visiting family anyway. He could pass the entire day scrubbing Bee with various tools to make him feel good. Who knew, maybe a sponge full of soaped water or a bit of tweaking under the hood would do the trick?
Sam felt a twinge of excitement growing in his belly at the thought. There was something definitely naughty at the idea of caressing Bee with this intent in front of the entire neighbourhood to see.
After a quick breakfast and a quick explanation to his parents, he headed for the driveway. Bee was there, and the same low purr welcomed him as the bot saw the numerous instruments Sam kept fetching from the garage.
“Yeah”, Sam plainly said, a mischievous smile on the lips. “My turn to treat you good”.
With that, he soaked a cloth full of warm, clean water and began his exploration. Sam didn’t neglect anything; he went with his hands, a sponge, a cloth, a water gun, all with various temperatures and pressure, to finally settle on a small but strong movement of back and forth with a wet fresh cloth over the tires. The fastest the move was, the better Bee seemed to shudder.
Still, it wasn’t enough for Sam, and in a bold, curious impulse, he ran his tongue on the now shining tire.
Bee’s radio went crazy, changing stations madly until You make me feel so good of Sonique reached Sam.
“I’m glad I do” Sam grinned, feeling on his tongue the foreign taste of rubber. “Now jack yourself up a bit. I wanna check what’s going on under you.”
Bee seemed thoughtful, then transformed a bit to allow Sam to roll under him comfortably. Then, the sides of him elongated to shield Sam from the view of anyone. For any passerby, all that was visible was a squeaky clean 2008 Camaro surrounded by half-empty buckets.
Under the car, Sam was having a blast. Bee was definitely more sensitive here, and the dark, confined area gave him a strange form of intimacy that emboldened him even further. Running his hands up and down the different tubes and wires elicited purrings that made the whole structure vibrate, and Sam bit back a victorious smile when he felt a new, clear type of grease appearing on a part he just cleaned. Pushing himself up, he deftly ran his tongue over it, in a sensuous, slow type of way that would have made him blush to the toes were he anywhere else.
Bee’s mechanical parts seemed to rub against each other, producing a hollow, deep sound that reminded Sam vaguely of a hiss. After a moment, tubes shifted in a very bizarre manner: some were twisted towards his head, and some were directed towards his lower region. Bee went very quiet, and Sam suddenly realized he was in front of what his friend considered a 69.
“Hell yeah” whispered Sam, quickly freeing himself from his shorts. If it was anything as mind-blowing as the session the night before, he surely wouldn’t be the one to refuse it. He opened his mouth, and Bee slowly shifted to the complete position he wanted to assume. The same greased part as before lowered completely to Sam’s face, while protected tubes went working on his now rock-hard cock. The way Bee kept sliding his tubes up and down on him made him lose control, and his tongue darted frantically to match the speed of his friend. The more he ran his tongue over the surface and swallowed the greasy, white substance, the more it kept coming. Drawing his chin up, he grazed his teeth against it, and was rewarded by a deafening honking sound and a glob of grease slowly running down his face. Almost at the same moment, mouthfuls of cum squirted inside the massive Camaro, and Sam went slack, completely spent.
It was as-no screw that, it was better than yesterday. Maybe because this time he thought of Bee instead of Mikaela.
Car Wash-End
Alright, so this was complete PWP. But this whole car wash, 69 thing wouldn’t leave me! Plus, it was fun thinking of how these two could have successful sex together, mainly with Bee’s shifting abilities and obviously, giving him a more human approach of pleasure without falling in a ridiculous sticky (humanoid) fic.
I apologize if there is any grammar error in this. English is my second language. That said, hope you enjoyed. I may write more soon.^_~
Author: TheMadPuppy
E-mail: themadpuppy85 AT yahoo DOT ca
Permission to archive: Yes, just tell me!
Category: PWP, Romance, Smut
Genre: Slash
Rating: M. M for sure. Sex ahead, kiddos!
Summary: Giving a bath to a girl counts as foreplay, right? So, if he washed his car…[Sam X Bumblebee], One-Shot, PWP, movie-based.
Keywords: Sam, Bee, Car Wash, Mikaela, Smut
Spoilers: None really. I suppose we all saw the movie already;)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers nor make money out of this. It’s only for my pleasure and yours. ^_~.
Author Notes: After I began thinking about interspecies sex, this just wouldn’t leave me alone.
CAR WASH
Mikaela, Sam discovered, was a big tease. She was ready to lie down on top of him and his car in plain view for everyone to see, ready to roll her hips and kiss him hard, ready for all sorts of tricks and gimmicks…except the one big thing that counted the most. It was driving him insane, and if it wasn’t for Bee, maybe he would have jumped off that cliff already.
As it was, he just fidgeted nervously in the driver’s seat. Bee and him were not supposed to go back home before several hours, and he would have been very happy with the fact if his cock wasn’t throbbing painfully in his pants. It was past the point where he could hide it with an excuse or another; he needed to work on it, now.
Besides, he knew better than to try to fool Bee. Probably the big bot already sensed something was amiss, with his heat sensors or behavioural patterns analysis or whatever…he just couldn’t take the shame of explaining what his “problem” was. He would just get up, take care of it in the bushes and come back. Yes, that seemed like a nice plan.
Except the door refused to open.
“Bee, let me out”, Sam rasped, a faint touch of despair in his tone.
“You’re sick” replied the metallic voice of the bot, using the regular voice monitor rather than the stereo to stress his point.
“I’m not, I’m just-oh my God Bee just let me out, ok? I’ll be gone a few minutes, then everything’s going to be fiiiiine-“
“Then you are sick”, the bot stressed again. “Your speech pattern is altered.”
A purring sound engaged, and Sam realized in horror Bee was scouting the internet for a proper diagnosis.
“It’s-noooooooo! Just-I really need to take care of something, k? Just-“
“The internet suggests you suffer from a hormonal influx of-“
“YES that’s it, Bee!” Sam finally exploded. “Mikaela is the biggest tease in the universe, I need to jack off, and if you don’t open that door now I’ll come all over your dashboard!!”
The robot fell silent, and Sam felt a twinge of remorse for snapping at his mechanic friend. But then, all he said was true, and as the pressure in his pants kept reminding him, painfully true. And if Bee wasn’t ready to open the door, so be it. He figured, if he didn’t have a problem making out with Mikaela on the backseat, he shouldn’t have a problem masturbating behind the wheel.
“Screw this. I’ll use Kleenex. Don’t worry about anything” Sam mumbled, one hand fumbling for the precious tissue, the other hand already inside his boxers, his fingers working their magic through a practiced, fast pumping technique.
“Yeah” groaned Sam, “God yeah…”
His head lolled back, and failed to notice the pedals growing to cuff his feet, or the seat slowly reclining to a lying position. If anything, the leather just seemed to heat lightly, and a slight buzz went up his spine, like on a massage chair.
Only when the security belt moved on its own to bond his hands together, far away from his shaft, did he realize Bee was up to something.
“Bee?” Sam whispered in a rasp, half dazed by his pre-cum state.
Each side of his rear view mirror seemed to glow like two eyes, and the seat finished shifting, causing Sam to moan ecstatically. Somehow, Bee had cut his pants and engulfed his cock in a glove of oiled, slick warm leather. He had no idea why Bee was doing this and couldn’t care less at the moment if it was right or not. His eyes fixed the rear view mirror while his body just moved on its own, a frenzied, rushed rocking of his cock in the sucking hole, until he violently came in a shuddered, mind-blowing climax.
Slowly, the different parts of the seat returned to normal, and Sam found himself panting and at loss for words.
“Thanks, Bee”, he finally managed. “That…that was awesome”.
A low purr answered his comment. On the radio, the music softly played Baby, you can ride my car.
-x-x-x-
That was for yesterday. Bee had driven him home, and not another word was exchanged. Sam felt in a blissful sleep, strangely exempt of any philosophical angst he should be thinking of after that.
It’s not like it didn’t cross his thoughts, but then Bee wasn’t a man, so that didn’t make him gay. He was just…well, like a giant sextoy in that particular context. And as long as Mikaela was going to be a tease, it was egoistically fine by him.
The only thing truly bothering him when he woke up was what to give Bee in return. Sure, it was obvious the big bot didn’t mind the exchange, but he wanted to be fair to his buddy.
The perfect idea occurred to him while he took his morning shower. If bathing a girl counted as foreplay, then what about washing his car?..It was Saturday and Mika was away in another state visiting family anyway. He could pass the entire day scrubbing Bee with various tools to make him feel good. Who knew, maybe a sponge full of soaped water or a bit of tweaking under the hood would do the trick?
Sam felt a twinge of excitement growing in his belly at the thought. There was something definitely naughty at the idea of caressing Bee with this intent in front of the entire neighbourhood to see.
After a quick breakfast and a quick explanation to his parents, he headed for the driveway. Bee was there, and the same low purr welcomed him as the bot saw the numerous instruments Sam kept fetching from the garage.
“Yeah”, Sam plainly said, a mischievous smile on the lips. “My turn to treat you good”.
With that, he soaked a cloth full of warm, clean water and began his exploration. Sam didn’t neglect anything; he went with his hands, a sponge, a cloth, a water gun, all with various temperatures and pressure, to finally settle on a small but strong movement of back and forth with a wet fresh cloth over the tires. The fastest the move was, the better Bee seemed to shudder.
Still, it wasn’t enough for Sam, and in a bold, curious impulse, he ran his tongue on the now shining tire.
Bee’s radio went crazy, changing stations madly until You make me feel so good of Sonique reached Sam.
“I’m glad I do” Sam grinned, feeling on his tongue the foreign taste of rubber. “Now jack yourself up a bit. I wanna check what’s going on under you.”
Bee seemed thoughtful, then transformed a bit to allow Sam to roll under him comfortably. Then, the sides of him elongated to shield Sam from the view of anyone. For any passerby, all that was visible was a squeaky clean 2008 Camaro surrounded by half-empty buckets.
Under the car, Sam was having a blast. Bee was definitely more sensitive here, and the dark, confined area gave him a strange form of intimacy that emboldened him even further. Running his hands up and down the different tubes and wires elicited purrings that made the whole structure vibrate, and Sam bit back a victorious smile when he felt a new, clear type of grease appearing on a part he just cleaned. Pushing himself up, he deftly ran his tongue over it, in a sensuous, slow type of way that would have made him blush to the toes were he anywhere else.
Bee’s mechanical parts seemed to rub against each other, producing a hollow, deep sound that reminded Sam vaguely of a hiss. After a moment, tubes shifted in a very bizarre manner: some were twisted towards his head, and some were directed towards his lower region. Bee went very quiet, and Sam suddenly realized he was in front of what his friend considered a 69.
“Hell yeah” whispered Sam, quickly freeing himself from his shorts. If it was anything as mind-blowing as the session the night before, he surely wouldn’t be the one to refuse it. He opened his mouth, and Bee slowly shifted to the complete position he wanted to assume. The same greased part as before lowered completely to Sam’s face, while protected tubes went working on his now rock-hard cock. The way Bee kept sliding his tubes up and down on him made him lose control, and his tongue darted frantically to match the speed of his friend. The more he ran his tongue over the surface and swallowed the greasy, white substance, the more it kept coming. Drawing his chin up, he grazed his teeth against it, and was rewarded by a deafening honking sound and a glob of grease slowly running down his face. Almost at the same moment, mouthfuls of cum squirted inside the massive Camaro, and Sam went slack, completely spent.
It was as-no screw that, it was better than yesterday. Maybe because this time he thought of Bee instead of Mikaela.
Car Wash-End
Alright, so this was complete PWP. But this whole car wash, 69 thing wouldn’t leave me! Plus, it was fun thinking of how these two could have successful sex together, mainly with Bee’s shifting abilities and obviously, giving him a more human approach of pleasure without falling in a ridiculous sticky (humanoid) fic.
I apologize if there is any grammar error in this. English is my second language. That said, hope you enjoyed. I may write more soon.^_~