[Human!TF] Kinky
Title: Organic Life (Issue 9)- Kinky
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Wheeljack/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Wheeljack likes power tools. Like, like likes them.
AN: ravynstoneabbey made me do it. And clankclankboom helped. Goddamnit.
Kinky
Ratchet fisted the back of Wheeljack's shirt in his hands and wrapped his legs around Wheeljack's waist after the blond had pushed all the way in. After a long, sloppy kiss, Jack started to move, moving slowly and taking his time. Ratchet nipped at Jack's ear, then murmured.
"We really... shouldn't be doing this... here, Jack."
"But why ... not?"
Wheeljack was panting. His deceptively slim fingers dug firmly into Ratchet's hips as he started moving his hips faster. There was a gleeful glint in his eye as he admired the view, then he bent his head to suck at the junction of Ratchet's neck and shoulder..
"But this ... is a public-" Ratchet gasped when Wheeljack's teeth skimmed over his skin, and he tried to regain his train of thought. "I mean ... we could get ... cau-auuuuuught!"
Ratchet's eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he bit down on his lip as Jack angled his thrust to hit just the right spot. White lightning flashed across his vision and he hissed, trying to keep quiet as he came.
When the spots cleared from his vision, Ratchet noticed that a) Wheeljack had slumped over, so he had come too and b) he was pressed up between Wheeljack and the side of a supply shelf. Ratchet wriggled and managed to push Wheeljack away and out of him so that he could get his feet down to stand properly on the floor.
When he looked up, Wheeljack had an annoyingly wide grin on his face. Ratchet glowered at him.
"Oh stop that, you kinky idiot."
Wheeljack only smiled dreamily and patted the belt sander sitting on the shelves just to the left of where they'd been banging.
"I just had sex in a hardware store. My life. It is complete."
Ratchet rolled his eyes as he pulled up his pants, fiddling with his belt. He couldn't completely hide the smile in his voice, though.
"Whatever, you moronic technology-obsessed geek. Let's get out of here before one of the staff comes looking for ... whatever it is they keep in here..."
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Wheeljack/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17
General Summary: It's my deranged human!TF AU where there are no wars, giant robots, or giant purple griffins. It's just people living their lives.
Story Summary: Wheeljack likes power tools. Like, like likes them.
AN: ravynstoneabbey made me do it. And clankclankboom helped. Goddamnit.
Kinky
Ratchet fisted the back of Wheeljack's shirt in his hands and wrapped his legs around Wheeljack's waist after the blond had pushed all the way in. After a long, sloppy kiss, Jack started to move, moving slowly and taking his time. Ratchet nipped at Jack's ear, then murmured.
"We really... shouldn't be doing this... here, Jack."
"But why ... not?"
Wheeljack was panting. His deceptively slim fingers dug firmly into Ratchet's hips as he started moving his hips faster. There was a gleeful glint in his eye as he admired the view, then he bent his head to suck at the junction of Ratchet's neck and shoulder..
"But this ... is a public-" Ratchet gasped when Wheeljack's teeth skimmed over his skin, and he tried to regain his train of thought. "I mean ... we could get ... cau-auuuuuught!"
Ratchet's eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he bit down on his lip as Jack angled his thrust to hit just the right spot. White lightning flashed across his vision and he hissed, trying to keep quiet as he came.
When the spots cleared from his vision, Ratchet noticed that a) Wheeljack had slumped over, so he had come too and b) he was pressed up between Wheeljack and the side of a supply shelf. Ratchet wriggled and managed to push Wheeljack away and out of him so that he could get his feet down to stand properly on the floor.
When he looked up, Wheeljack had an annoyingly wide grin on his face. Ratchet glowered at him.
"Oh stop that, you kinky idiot."
Wheeljack only smiled dreamily and patted the belt sander sitting on the shelves just to the left of where they'd been banging.
"I just had sex in a hardware store. My life. It is complete."
Ratchet rolled his eyes as he pulled up his pants, fiddling with his belt. He couldn't completely hide the smile in his voice, though.
"Whatever, you moronic technology-obsessed geek. Let's get out of here before one of the staff comes looking for ... whatever it is they keep in here..."