Car-mode smut mood
I got up in the middle of the night tonight for some car-mode smut and was feeling abit not enough satisfied, so I did a bad quick job of one in hopes of someone else can be inspired to do a better job of it than my sleep deprived brain can tonight.
Title: First Contact
Author: TeslaJo
Rating M
One-Shot
Pairings: Sam/Mikaela Bee/Sam
Disclaimer: Transformers are the intellectual property of Michael Bay and Hasbro and co. I am simply amusing myself and possible others with no other gain in mind.
Bumblebee’s draw to Sam had started much earlier than the point at which the boy had tried to refuse to leave his side during the battle at Mission City. It had begun even before Sam had saved him from Section 7. Unbeknownst to the human, the autobot’s attachment had started less than 48 hours of Sam "owning" him.
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As Sam pulled away from Mikaela’s house and realized he still had some time yet before his curfew required him to be home he drove them to the spot where the car had "stalled." Bumblebee curiously monitored his actions. Pulling to a stop and killing the engine, Sam leaned back into the leather seat relaxing and taking a deep breath.
"Oh god I can still smell her," he muttered as he sat up and then proceeded to crawl over into the passenger seat. He kneeled on the seat and gripping the sides took another deep breath smelling the headrest, moving his face closer to it.
This continued for two more breaths with the respiration and heartbeat increasing of the young human in his interior. Sam even brushes his face against it cat-like if Bumblebee had known how to describe it. At the last moment, Bumblebee correctly interpreted the intention the organic had of licking him. Repulsed by this action, he reclined the seat to try and avoid it. Startled Sam ended up instead of completing his first instinct as he had followed the seat down with his grip and gave it an unintentional kiss.
The sensation wasn’t unpleasant to Bumblebee’s surprise. The feeling of Sam’s lips, soft and mildly moist with a brush of air as he pulled away left Bee curious enough to wonder how different the human’s natural sensory was to his own as it was also obviously not unpleasant for the boy. Coming to the decision to let the human proceed as he willed as long as the actions were not detrimental to himself, Bumblebee quieted down to observe.
Sam meanwhile had come to a decision of his own to for the time being to ignore the possibly broken seat and deal with his hormones instead. Turning around to properly sit in the chair he stroked his erection that he had been carrying since his time with Mikaela. Pulling his shirt off, he threw it into the driver’s seat and slid his pants and boxers down out of the way. He inhaled the remainder of Mikaela’s perfume that he could yet smell as he stroked himself.
Now this was certainly an aspect of the humans that was of some curiosity to the alien as he had noticed that a fair amount of the internet was devoted to it, but never thought he would get a chance to observe as personally as he was about to. Instead he raised his sensors to their maximum to get the best readings possible with at least the thought that he might be able to shed some understanding to his compatriots when they arrived and were similarly befuddled after making contact with the web.
Once again he found that his own readings found that the contact was still in the category of not unpleasant and leaned towards the opposite end of the spectrum. The slide of skin on the seat and the grip of the one hand were actually pleasing to the autobot himself. He had found that as odd feeling as the sensation was Bee was not opposed to the sensation of the human sitting inside himself from the first moment at the car lot. The way the boy had caressed his steering wheel and later the attention of cleaning both the interior and exterior the same night after the purchase had already told Bumblebee that the humans were very tactile, but perhaps with how they performed it maybe there was good reason to be so.
Bumblebee found himself tensing up with anticipation in time with the human as he neared the conclusion. Just before the end though Sam angled himself that the stretch wasn’t painful to turn his head into that headrest and gripped it with his free hand. This time the kiss he gave it was very intentional with after a moment his tongue lapping the seam before barely giving it a graze with his teeth and then soothing that away with his lips and tongue before coming with a moan that he smothered against the headrest.
And as it did with the human the camaro lost the tense buildup and settled some on his shocks. No longer was there a remainder of the smell of perfume, only the scent of the boy’s pheromones in the air. As at first Bee had found the natural organic smells of the planet mildly distasteful in comparison to what he was used to, the chemically synthesized odors that were suppose to recreate organic smells he found worse. Now however that particular one was masked and the difference was so relieving to be now called refreshing in comparison.
As he was processing all the data from the human and himself, Sam cleaned himself up with some leftover napkins from the fast-food Miles and he had picked up before heading to the lake. Completely languid was the crawl into the driver’s seat and redressing before beginning the drive home. So out of it with the aura of contentment and tiredness that Sam radiated he didn’t notice Bee’s help with driving. He followed the guidance of the car’s adjustments of the wheel and pedals with no conscious notice except to the car itself.
As he pulled into the driveway and once again turned off the engine, Sam rested his head on the steering wheel. "I love my car. I so totally love my car," he whispered and then right over the autobot logo in the center of the wheel a short contact of his lips. He stepped out of the car and dragged his hand along it on his way into the house, as though reluctant to part from the camaro. Sam gave the car a gentle, final pat though before he made his way inside.
The last touch of the night between the two was when Bumblebee felt a change with himself. It was a sudden realization that somehow, even after barely having any time of contact that he had just fallen in love with his charge. From that moment on, it would be more than just part of his mission to be a guardian for the human boy, and every moment in their adventure only making it deeper.
He vows to himself as Sam and Mikaela enjoy the setting sun on his hood to one day tell Sam about it as well.
Title: First Contact
Author: TeslaJo
Rating M
One-Shot
Pairings: Sam/Mikaela Bee/Sam
Disclaimer: Transformers are the intellectual property of Michael Bay and Hasbro and co. I am simply amusing myself and possible others with no other gain in mind.
Bumblebee’s draw to Sam had started much earlier than the point at which the boy had tried to refuse to leave his side during the battle at Mission City. It had begun even before Sam had saved him from Section 7. Unbeknownst to the human, the autobot’s attachment had started less than 48 hours of Sam "owning" him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As Sam pulled away from Mikaela’s house and realized he still had some time yet before his curfew required him to be home he drove them to the spot where the car had "stalled." Bumblebee curiously monitored his actions. Pulling to a stop and killing the engine, Sam leaned back into the leather seat relaxing and taking a deep breath.
"Oh god I can still smell her," he muttered as he sat up and then proceeded to crawl over into the passenger seat. He kneeled on the seat and gripping the sides took another deep breath smelling the headrest, moving his face closer to it.
This continued for two more breaths with the respiration and heartbeat increasing of the young human in his interior. Sam even brushes his face against it cat-like if Bumblebee had known how to describe it. At the last moment, Bumblebee correctly interpreted the intention the organic had of licking him. Repulsed by this action, he reclined the seat to try and avoid it. Startled Sam ended up instead of completing his first instinct as he had followed the seat down with his grip and gave it an unintentional kiss.
The sensation wasn’t unpleasant to Bumblebee’s surprise. The feeling of Sam’s lips, soft and mildly moist with a brush of air as he pulled away left Bee curious enough to wonder how different the human’s natural sensory was to his own as it was also obviously not unpleasant for the boy. Coming to the decision to let the human proceed as he willed as long as the actions were not detrimental to himself, Bumblebee quieted down to observe.
Sam meanwhile had come to a decision of his own to for the time being to ignore the possibly broken seat and deal with his hormones instead. Turning around to properly sit in the chair he stroked his erection that he had been carrying since his time with Mikaela. Pulling his shirt off, he threw it into the driver’s seat and slid his pants and boxers down out of the way. He inhaled the remainder of Mikaela’s perfume that he could yet smell as he stroked himself.
Now this was certainly an aspect of the humans that was of some curiosity to the alien as he had noticed that a fair amount of the internet was devoted to it, but never thought he would get a chance to observe as personally as he was about to. Instead he raised his sensors to their maximum to get the best readings possible with at least the thought that he might be able to shed some understanding to his compatriots when they arrived and were similarly befuddled after making contact with the web.
Once again he found that his own readings found that the contact was still in the category of not unpleasant and leaned towards the opposite end of the spectrum. The slide of skin on the seat and the grip of the one hand were actually pleasing to the autobot himself. He had found that as odd feeling as the sensation was Bee was not opposed to the sensation of the human sitting inside himself from the first moment at the car lot. The way the boy had caressed his steering wheel and later the attention of cleaning both the interior and exterior the same night after the purchase had already told Bumblebee that the humans were very tactile, but perhaps with how they performed it maybe there was good reason to be so.
Bumblebee found himself tensing up with anticipation in time with the human as he neared the conclusion. Just before the end though Sam angled himself that the stretch wasn’t painful to turn his head into that headrest and gripped it with his free hand. This time the kiss he gave it was very intentional with after a moment his tongue lapping the seam before barely giving it a graze with his teeth and then soothing that away with his lips and tongue before coming with a moan that he smothered against the headrest.
And as it did with the human the camaro lost the tense buildup and settled some on his shocks. No longer was there a remainder of the smell of perfume, only the scent of the boy’s pheromones in the air. As at first Bee had found the natural organic smells of the planet mildly distasteful in comparison to what he was used to, the chemically synthesized odors that were suppose to recreate organic smells he found worse. Now however that particular one was masked and the difference was so relieving to be now called refreshing in comparison.
As he was processing all the data from the human and himself, Sam cleaned himself up with some leftover napkins from the fast-food Miles and he had picked up before heading to the lake. Completely languid was the crawl into the driver’s seat and redressing before beginning the drive home. So out of it with the aura of contentment and tiredness that Sam radiated he didn’t notice Bee’s help with driving. He followed the guidance of the car’s adjustments of the wheel and pedals with no conscious notice except to the car itself.
As he pulled into the driveway and once again turned off the engine, Sam rested his head on the steering wheel. "I love my car. I so totally love my car," he whispered and then right over the autobot logo in the center of the wheel a short contact of his lips. He stepped out of the car and dragged his hand along it on his way into the house, as though reluctant to part from the camaro. Sam gave the car a gentle, final pat though before he made his way inside.
The last touch of the night between the two was when Bumblebee felt a change with himself. It was a sudden realization that somehow, even after barely having any time of contact that he had just fallen in love with his charge. From that moment on, it would be more than just part of his mission to be a guardian for the human boy, and every moment in their adventure only making it deeper.
He vows to himself as Sam and Mikaela enjoy the setting sun on his hood to one day tell Sam about it as well.