Just Right (Fic)
Title: Just Right
Author: Dreaming of Everything, dreams_of_all
Characters/Pairings: SamxBeexMikaela
Rating/Warnings: M/MA for explicit sex.
Summary: Mikaela brought it up, and it won't leave Sam alone, but something just isn't quite right...
Author's Notes: I lose my pornginity to an interspecies threesome featuring a GIANT ROBOT. And I blame all of you. In the best way possible.
Mikaela paused, seemingly a little hesitant, shivering just slightly in the cooling evening breeze-she was naked, and the air was starting to cool off, although the leg she was sitting on-Bee’s-was still slightly warm from the sun and the engine inside it. Bumblebee himself was utterly, totally still, more so than any organic creature could be; Sam was alternating between flat-out staring and avoiding looking at Mikaela altogether, picking at a fraying thread on the end of his sleeve as he leaned against the trunk of a near-by tree.
And then, as if her mind was made up, she spread her legs and ground herself down and against the metal thigh she was seated on, a little arousing whimper escaping her mouth, almost a breathy moan.
Sam gulped.
oOo
None of the three of them had been expecting anything like that to happen as recently as a week before the event.
It had all started with Mikaela.
“What do you think of Bee?” she had asked, a little short of breath, when they had broken apart for a minute in one of their make-out sessions.
“What?” Sam had said.
“What. Do you think of Bee?”
“I-like him? I mean, of course, he’s my best friend, but why are you asking?”
“No,” Mikaela had said, rolling her eyes. “What do you think of Bee. Argh. You don’t get it, do you? God, I swear, this is so much easier with girls.”
“What-?”
Mikaela had leaned forward, effectively scooting herself onto Sam’s lap in the process. “What,” she had whispered, “Would you think if Bee were here? With us? Feeling you, and feeling me, and what we’re doing to each other-” Her breath had been hot and intimate against his ear, and she had been leaning into him, warm and heavy and alive, and Sam had almost whimpered.
“Metal underneath you, and him liking it, being a part of the three of us, together,” she had continued; then she had stopped, almost hesitant, only Mikaela was never hesitant. Sam had let himself imagine it (metal underneath and around him, and Mikaela next to him, and doing-something-to Bee that makes him feel this as much as he is, as they are) for one second-two-three, before he had stopped.
“What?” he had said, again.
“Never mind,” Mikaela had said, clearly avoiding the subject, and Sam had been too embarrassed to bring it up himself.
The next time Sam had woken up in the middle of the night with a hard-on, it had a lot to do with what Mikaela had been doing to him in his dreams, but also something to do with the smell around them-metal and exhaust and something he couldn’t name but identified as unique to the Transformers-and what that had implied.
He had tried to keep the Autobot and the smell and the feel of warm metal underneath him out of his mind as he had jerked himself off, tried to think only of Mikaela, but the contrast between her skin and the cool, hard metal had been too much, and he finally let it fill his mind and then he had come hard, gasping for breath and moaning.
He hadn’t let the fact that he had just cheated on-cheated with?-his girlfriend with his best friend in his own mind distract him. At all. In fact, he was going to be ignore it had even happened at all.
And then Mikaela had brought it up again. “I wonder how the Autobots do have sex,” she had said, casually and musingly, as if it had just been something that had crossed her mind. Sam had done a spit-take.
And then she had gone and asked Bee how they did it. And then she had told Sam. In explicit detail.
That evening, implacably, images of hands-his own and Mikaela’s-slipping into and through layers of wires and tubes and gears and bits of metal and tangling in what Bee had described as a ‘pleasure sensor’ had invaded his mind. And Mikaela had been making the obscene, breath-taking moans she produced right before she came, and Bee had been making helpless sounds that quivered through more octaves than a human throat could manage, the sound waves humming through the two humans on top of him.
After he had come, he had stood stock-still and listened for five full minutes, afraid his parents might have heard him. He hadn’t known how he’d explain it to them; he hadn’t known how he’d face them at all, not after another (another) fantasy of a threesome with an alien car and his girlfriend had invaded his mind while he was jerking off-or having ‘Sam’s Happy Time,’ as his mother would have invariably referred to it.
The next day he had called Mikaela and admitted to everything, because he had figured that, as the one he kept on mentally cheating on, she had a right to know, and because he was feeling a little crazy for thinking about sex with three people when one of those people was his girlfriend and the other wasn’t, technically speaking, even human, and didn’t have a gender at all, in the traditional sense of the term, though he used male pronouns, and was sometimes a car and sometimes 20 or so feet tall and was always his best friend.
He had also called because it had been her fault Bee had started sneaking into his fantasies, and so she just deserved having this whole mess dumped in her lap.
“Oh. Me too,” she had said.
“‘Me too’ what?” Sam had asked, before he got it. Then: “Oh. Oh.”
“It’d just feel right,” she’d said.
“But-” Sam had begun, though he hadn’t known what to say after that. ‘But we’re breaking social taboos that only don’t exist because nobody’s ever thought of them before?’ ‘But you’re my girlfriend, you can’t want to have sex with my car?’ ‘But you’re my girlfriend, you can’t want to have sex with my best friend?’ ‘But my parent’s will kill me and then kill themselves for failing to raise me right?’ ‘But I’m not gay?’
“He’d like it,” Mikaela had said, quietly. And that was that. Because he might not like it, but what if he did? What if he wanted it, and simply didn’t say anything, because he was good at soaking up local cultures and he could guess at how incredibly unallowable this was, by social boundaries? And the fact that that mattered so much to Sam had almost done more to convince him than masturbating to a three-way involving his girlfriend and his best friend/car/alien.
“He might not,” he’d said, after a minute, argument unconvincing and weak even to his own ears.
Later, he’d promised Mikaela that he would do only what she wanted and exactly what she wanted, for a full day, as his birthday-present to her. He had known what that implied, what that could mean-and he had known that she knew, too. And so he’d been half-leery and tenser than normal, enough that Bee had told him to calm down, when Mikaela’s first request, on the day she cashed in on her birthday present, had been a day out driving ‘with her boys.’
But he’d relaxed as the day went by, the three of them having fun and goofing off and enjoying each others’ company. He never felt as much himself as he did when he was with Mikaela and Bee.
And then they’d headed out to the look-out with dessert for the two humans, and Sam hadn’t been able to resist Mikaela sweetly asking him to kiss her, and from there things had been-heated.
And then she had said they should have sex. Sam had agreed-it was rare that they had the chance, without parents around, or the chance that someone might end up seeing them.
And then she had turned around and asked Bee if he wanted to join in.
He’d hesitated a long moment before responding.
“The idea is-discomforting to you,” he’d said to Sam, loyal to the end. Sam had squeaked, just slightly.
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it,” Mikaela had said, and Sam turned to look at her, and noticed that she’d taken off her shirt and was half-way out of her jeans, and then most of his rational thought had gone out the window.
The sudden-reality, that Bee might be with them, together with them, had been as arousing, as seductive, as it had been frightening.
Bumblebee had sent him another dubious look, but Sam hadn’t denied it. Because he did want it, want this, rather a lot.
Mikaela had taken charge again. “Stand still there,” she had instructed Sam, who was still being distracted by her underwear-only state. He’d obeyed.
And then she’d stripped fully and crawled onto Bee. And Sam’s mind had shut down.
oOo
But other parts were in working order. Mikaela continued rubbing herself off against the metal leg, two pairs of eyes-Sam’s and Bee’s-fixated on her gyrating form as her breath began to shorten, eyes drifting almost shut with sheer, visceral pleasure.
Sam had already had to adjust the crotch of his jeans several times, and he was increasingly aware of the growing discomfort. If he’d been on his own, he would have already had a hand down his pants. Bumblebee was still utterly motionless, but there was something in the tilt of his ‘wings,’ the doors on his back, that he hadn’t seen before, some tension.
“Come here,” said Mikaela at last, and he walked helplessly towards her and Bee. He hesitated before he clambered up next to her, hands hovering at top button on his shirt. Mikaela nodded, and he slowly took the shirt off, then struggled out of his pants, leaving him in a white undershirt and his boxers. He shivered slightly, the night increasingly cold.
And then he climbed up. Mikaela took one of his hands in her own, then turned her face up to look at Bumblebee head-on. “Tell us when,” she said, then pushed the two hands inside of him.
Sam had the disconcerting sense that things were moving out of their way, guiding them, until their hands tangled into a bundle of wires and Bumblebee shuddered underneath them. Mikaela smiled.
Then Sam was arching helplessly underneath her hands as she grabbed at his dick, running sensitive fingers along its length. Fumblingly, he managed to move an arm until he could reach her, fingers fumbling until they found their way into her, sliding suddenly into warm, smooth wetness. He didn’t know what to do with them, once they were there, but as he slid around something made Mikaela buck and gasp underneath him, fingers tightening on Sam and in Bee, so that the quiet background hum of his engine suddenly raced and Sam moaned into her shoulder.
The two of them were shoulder-deep in Bee, who was still almost entirely motionless; Sam had the brief thought that, if he moved too much, odds were that they would both lose their arms, get them pinched off in the shifting plates of metal and gears, but it didn’t bother him, particularly. Instead, he twitched his fingers, the ones tangled up in Bee, and there was answering shiver through the Autobot’s frame that sent another wave of desire straight through his body and directly to his cock. And Mikaela had his fingers trapped against herself and Bee and was pushing against them both, hips rocking back and forth, and it was so perfect, so right, so the way it should be that it took his breath away.
Leaning awkwardly forward, he managed to get his head down over his arm far enough that he could press a kiss into the strangely warm metal, then turned to press another into Mikaela’s arm, all that he could reach, and it should have been awkward-it was awkward-but it was also right.
Then Mikaela was loosing her hand from where it was inside Bee, so Sam reached his other hand in, tangled both into the complex net of fibers that made up every pleasurable sensation that Bumblebee felt, and started exploring, working through them, trying stroking and differing pressures and positions, until he was vaguely aware of some sort of high, metallic keening reverberating through him and Mikaela and Bumblebee.
He felt Mikaela shift again, move until she was over him, breasts pressing into his back, her own hands slipping in on top of his.
It took only thirty seconds or so longer until Bumblebee jerked slightly underneath them then went totally still, a slight crackle of energy snapping out of the wires to run briefly along their fingers, tingling, before it disappeared.
The two of them pulled out of Bee, and Mikaela rolled off of Sam and into a hand that Bee had brought forward; she lay on her back and spread her legs in clear invitation, moaning slightly as he stuck his dick into her in the lengthening twilight, both of her hands and one of Sam’s clenching on the palm beneath them, Bumblebee watching them from above. He rocked into her, hard and fast, like she liked it, and the pressure and sensation and silky flesh and wet was-
Sam came embarrassingly quickly, the sensation and the knowledge that he was with Mikaela and Bee just too much. He stiffened, moaning out their names, then relaxed onto the warm metal and the warmer body beneath him, then rolled off.
Trying to curb his blush, he slid further down and awkwardly pressed a kiss onto Mikaela’s stomach, asking permission. “Yes, do it,” she whispered, and Sam did, dipping his head down and pressing his tongue into her, trying to find her clit-there. She bucked under him, breath coming faster.
He sucked, then licked, the taste oddly musky, earthy-one of Mikaela’s hands had come down to fist in his hair, almost painfully tight, and the other arm was wrapped around one of Bee’s fingers, one leg braced up against another. He was vibrating, just slightly, a subliminal hum, underneath of them, attention still fixed and rapt. Impossibly, Sam felt his groin twitch again.
A few minutes later Mikaela suddenly stiffened, whole body taught, a groan that wanted to be a yell ripping itself out of her also-tense throat before she relaxed, body still shivering with aftershocks. Blindly, she drew one of Sam’s arms to her, kissed it, then did the same to Bee’s palm. The three lay together, silently, the two humans still panting slightly. Bumblebee rumbled slightly beneath them.
“Thank you,” Mikaela said, rubbing a hand along Bee’s finger and another along Sam’s shoulder.
“Nnngh,” said Sam. “That was-
“Incredible. But what am I going to tell my mom?” He winced.
“I’m glad you didn’t mind,” said Bee.
“Gah. No,” Sam said. “You’re-one of us. The three of us.”
“It’s how it should be,” said Mikaela with a smile. “I told you so.”
“But where are my clothes? I’m freezing.”
--End--
(Con-crit would make me love you forever and ever...)
Author: Dreaming of Everything, dreams_of_all
Characters/Pairings: SamxBeexMikaela
Rating/Warnings: M/MA for explicit sex.
Summary: Mikaela brought it up, and it won't leave Sam alone, but something just isn't quite right...
Author's Notes: I lose my pornginity to an interspecies threesome featuring a GIANT ROBOT. And I blame all of you. In the best way possible.
Mikaela paused, seemingly a little hesitant, shivering just slightly in the cooling evening breeze-she was naked, and the air was starting to cool off, although the leg she was sitting on-Bee’s-was still slightly warm from the sun and the engine inside it. Bumblebee himself was utterly, totally still, more so than any organic creature could be; Sam was alternating between flat-out staring and avoiding looking at Mikaela altogether, picking at a fraying thread on the end of his sleeve as he leaned against the trunk of a near-by tree.
And then, as if her mind was made up, she spread her legs and ground herself down and against the metal thigh she was seated on, a little arousing whimper escaping her mouth, almost a breathy moan.
Sam gulped.
oOo
None of the three of them had been expecting anything like that to happen as recently as a week before the event.
It had all started with Mikaela.
“What do you think of Bee?” she had asked, a little short of breath, when they had broken apart for a minute in one of their make-out sessions.
“What?” Sam had said.
“What. Do you think of Bee?”
“I-like him? I mean, of course, he’s my best friend, but why are you asking?”
“No,” Mikaela had said, rolling her eyes. “What do you think of Bee. Argh. You don’t get it, do you? God, I swear, this is so much easier with girls.”
“What-?”
Mikaela had leaned forward, effectively scooting herself onto Sam’s lap in the process. “What,” she had whispered, “Would you think if Bee were here? With us? Feeling you, and feeling me, and what we’re doing to each other-” Her breath had been hot and intimate against his ear, and she had been leaning into him, warm and heavy and alive, and Sam had almost whimpered.
“Metal underneath you, and him liking it, being a part of the three of us, together,” she had continued; then she had stopped, almost hesitant, only Mikaela was never hesitant. Sam had let himself imagine it (metal underneath and around him, and Mikaela next to him, and doing-something-to Bee that makes him feel this as much as he is, as they are) for one second-two-three, before he had stopped.
“What?” he had said, again.
“Never mind,” Mikaela had said, clearly avoiding the subject, and Sam had been too embarrassed to bring it up himself.
The next time Sam had woken up in the middle of the night with a hard-on, it had a lot to do with what Mikaela had been doing to him in his dreams, but also something to do with the smell around them-metal and exhaust and something he couldn’t name but identified as unique to the Transformers-and what that had implied.
He had tried to keep the Autobot and the smell and the feel of warm metal underneath him out of his mind as he had jerked himself off, tried to think only of Mikaela, but the contrast between her skin and the cool, hard metal had been too much, and he finally let it fill his mind and then he had come hard, gasping for breath and moaning.
He hadn’t let the fact that he had just cheated on-cheated with?-his girlfriend with his best friend in his own mind distract him. At all. In fact, he was going to be ignore it had even happened at all.
And then Mikaela had brought it up again. “I wonder how the Autobots do have sex,” she had said, casually and musingly, as if it had just been something that had crossed her mind. Sam had done a spit-take.
And then she had gone and asked Bee how they did it. And then she had told Sam. In explicit detail.
That evening, implacably, images of hands-his own and Mikaela’s-slipping into and through layers of wires and tubes and gears and bits of metal and tangling in what Bee had described as a ‘pleasure sensor’ had invaded his mind. And Mikaela had been making the obscene, breath-taking moans she produced right before she came, and Bee had been making helpless sounds that quivered through more octaves than a human throat could manage, the sound waves humming through the two humans on top of him.
After he had come, he had stood stock-still and listened for five full minutes, afraid his parents might have heard him. He hadn’t known how he’d explain it to them; he hadn’t known how he’d face them at all, not after another (another) fantasy of a threesome with an alien car and his girlfriend had invaded his mind while he was jerking off-or having ‘Sam’s Happy Time,’ as his mother would have invariably referred to it.
The next day he had called Mikaela and admitted to everything, because he had figured that, as the one he kept on mentally cheating on, she had a right to know, and because he was feeling a little crazy for thinking about sex with three people when one of those people was his girlfriend and the other wasn’t, technically speaking, even human, and didn’t have a gender at all, in the traditional sense of the term, though he used male pronouns, and was sometimes a car and sometimes 20 or so feet tall and was always his best friend.
He had also called because it had been her fault Bee had started sneaking into his fantasies, and so she just deserved having this whole mess dumped in her lap.
“Oh. Me too,” she had said.
“‘Me too’ what?” Sam had asked, before he got it. Then: “Oh. Oh.”
“It’d just feel right,” she’d said.
“But-” Sam had begun, though he hadn’t known what to say after that. ‘But we’re breaking social taboos that only don’t exist because nobody’s ever thought of them before?’ ‘But you’re my girlfriend, you can’t want to have sex with my car?’ ‘But you’re my girlfriend, you can’t want to have sex with my best friend?’ ‘But my parent’s will kill me and then kill themselves for failing to raise me right?’ ‘But I’m not gay?’
“He’d like it,” Mikaela had said, quietly. And that was that. Because he might not like it, but what if he did? What if he wanted it, and simply didn’t say anything, because he was good at soaking up local cultures and he could guess at how incredibly unallowable this was, by social boundaries? And the fact that that mattered so much to Sam had almost done more to convince him than masturbating to a three-way involving his girlfriend and his best friend/car/alien.
“He might not,” he’d said, after a minute, argument unconvincing and weak even to his own ears.
Later, he’d promised Mikaela that he would do only what she wanted and exactly what she wanted, for a full day, as his birthday-present to her. He had known what that implied, what that could mean-and he had known that she knew, too. And so he’d been half-leery and tenser than normal, enough that Bee had told him to calm down, when Mikaela’s first request, on the day she cashed in on her birthday present, had been a day out driving ‘with her boys.’
But he’d relaxed as the day went by, the three of them having fun and goofing off and enjoying each others’ company. He never felt as much himself as he did when he was with Mikaela and Bee.
And then they’d headed out to the look-out with dessert for the two humans, and Sam hadn’t been able to resist Mikaela sweetly asking him to kiss her, and from there things had been-heated.
And then she had said they should have sex. Sam had agreed-it was rare that they had the chance, without parents around, or the chance that someone might end up seeing them.
And then she had turned around and asked Bee if he wanted to join in.
He’d hesitated a long moment before responding.
“The idea is-discomforting to you,” he’d said to Sam, loyal to the end. Sam had squeaked, just slightly.
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it,” Mikaela had said, and Sam turned to look at her, and noticed that she’d taken off her shirt and was half-way out of her jeans, and then most of his rational thought had gone out the window.
The sudden-reality, that Bee might be with them, together with them, had been as arousing, as seductive, as it had been frightening.
Bumblebee had sent him another dubious look, but Sam hadn’t denied it. Because he did want it, want this, rather a lot.
Mikaela had taken charge again. “Stand still there,” she had instructed Sam, who was still being distracted by her underwear-only state. He’d obeyed.
And then she’d stripped fully and crawled onto Bee. And Sam’s mind had shut down.
oOo
But other parts were in working order. Mikaela continued rubbing herself off against the metal leg, two pairs of eyes-Sam’s and Bee’s-fixated on her gyrating form as her breath began to shorten, eyes drifting almost shut with sheer, visceral pleasure.
Sam had already had to adjust the crotch of his jeans several times, and he was increasingly aware of the growing discomfort. If he’d been on his own, he would have already had a hand down his pants. Bumblebee was still utterly motionless, but there was something in the tilt of his ‘wings,’ the doors on his back, that he hadn’t seen before, some tension.
“Come here,” said Mikaela at last, and he walked helplessly towards her and Bee. He hesitated before he clambered up next to her, hands hovering at top button on his shirt. Mikaela nodded, and he slowly took the shirt off, then struggled out of his pants, leaving him in a white undershirt and his boxers. He shivered slightly, the night increasingly cold.
And then he climbed up. Mikaela took one of his hands in her own, then turned her face up to look at Bumblebee head-on. “Tell us when,” she said, then pushed the two hands inside of him.
Sam had the disconcerting sense that things were moving out of their way, guiding them, until their hands tangled into a bundle of wires and Bumblebee shuddered underneath them. Mikaela smiled.
Then Sam was arching helplessly underneath her hands as she grabbed at his dick, running sensitive fingers along its length. Fumblingly, he managed to move an arm until he could reach her, fingers fumbling until they found their way into her, sliding suddenly into warm, smooth wetness. He didn’t know what to do with them, once they were there, but as he slid around something made Mikaela buck and gasp underneath him, fingers tightening on Sam and in Bee, so that the quiet background hum of his engine suddenly raced and Sam moaned into her shoulder.
The two of them were shoulder-deep in Bee, who was still almost entirely motionless; Sam had the brief thought that, if he moved too much, odds were that they would both lose their arms, get them pinched off in the shifting plates of metal and gears, but it didn’t bother him, particularly. Instead, he twitched his fingers, the ones tangled up in Bee, and there was answering shiver through the Autobot’s frame that sent another wave of desire straight through his body and directly to his cock. And Mikaela had his fingers trapped against herself and Bee and was pushing against them both, hips rocking back and forth, and it was so perfect, so right, so the way it should be that it took his breath away.
Leaning awkwardly forward, he managed to get his head down over his arm far enough that he could press a kiss into the strangely warm metal, then turned to press another into Mikaela’s arm, all that he could reach, and it should have been awkward-it was awkward-but it was also right.
Then Mikaela was loosing her hand from where it was inside Bee, so Sam reached his other hand in, tangled both into the complex net of fibers that made up every pleasurable sensation that Bumblebee felt, and started exploring, working through them, trying stroking and differing pressures and positions, until he was vaguely aware of some sort of high, metallic keening reverberating through him and Mikaela and Bumblebee.
He felt Mikaela shift again, move until she was over him, breasts pressing into his back, her own hands slipping in on top of his.
It took only thirty seconds or so longer until Bumblebee jerked slightly underneath them then went totally still, a slight crackle of energy snapping out of the wires to run briefly along their fingers, tingling, before it disappeared.
The two of them pulled out of Bee, and Mikaela rolled off of Sam and into a hand that Bee had brought forward; she lay on her back and spread her legs in clear invitation, moaning slightly as he stuck his dick into her in the lengthening twilight, both of her hands and one of Sam’s clenching on the palm beneath them, Bumblebee watching them from above. He rocked into her, hard and fast, like she liked it, and the pressure and sensation and silky flesh and wet was-
Sam came embarrassingly quickly, the sensation and the knowledge that he was with Mikaela and Bee just too much. He stiffened, moaning out their names, then relaxed onto the warm metal and the warmer body beneath him, then rolled off.
Trying to curb his blush, he slid further down and awkwardly pressed a kiss onto Mikaela’s stomach, asking permission. “Yes, do it,” she whispered, and Sam did, dipping his head down and pressing his tongue into her, trying to find her clit-there. She bucked under him, breath coming faster.
He sucked, then licked, the taste oddly musky, earthy-one of Mikaela’s hands had come down to fist in his hair, almost painfully tight, and the other arm was wrapped around one of Bee’s fingers, one leg braced up against another. He was vibrating, just slightly, a subliminal hum, underneath of them, attention still fixed and rapt. Impossibly, Sam felt his groin twitch again.
A few minutes later Mikaela suddenly stiffened, whole body taught, a groan that wanted to be a yell ripping itself out of her also-tense throat before she relaxed, body still shivering with aftershocks. Blindly, she drew one of Sam’s arms to her, kissed it, then did the same to Bee’s palm. The three lay together, silently, the two humans still panting slightly. Bumblebee rumbled slightly beneath them.
“Thank you,” Mikaela said, rubbing a hand along Bee’s finger and another along Sam’s shoulder.
“Nnngh,” said Sam. “That was-
“Incredible. But what am I going to tell my mom?” He winced.
“I’m glad you didn’t mind,” said Bee.
“Gah. No,” Sam said. “You’re-one of us. The three of us.”
“It’s how it should be,” said Mikaela with a smile. “I told you so.”
“But where are my clothes? I’m freezing.”
--End--
(Con-crit would make me love you forever and ever...)