Firsts: Prowl and Optimus, TFA
Title: Firsts: Prowl and Optimus, TFA
Author: Mirage Shinkiro
Rating: T+
Warnings: mech/mech kissing, a.k.a. intimacy between androgynous and nonsexually reproducing but male-“pronoun’d” ‘bots.
Disclaimer: Transformers is the property of Hasbro, and although I wish I could make money off the TF franchise so I could be independently wealthy, I am not. Alas, I remain poor and am just borrowing the lovely robots.
Summary: TFA. On a mission, Prowl and Optimus are caught in an avalanche, and secret feelings are revealed.
A/N, explanation: For the holiday fic exchange on TFic_Contests. Each ficlet is capped at 1000 words. The prompt:
1. Continuity: TFA
Pairing: Prowl/Optimus
Prompt: Avalanche
Preferred Rating: Any
Firsts: Prowl and Optimus, TFA
Many times Optimus Prime wondered if tracking Starscream and countering his antics would get them all killed. Occasionally, he wondered if he should listen more closely to Prowl’s nature commentaries, given their new home. Right now he was wondering if he were going to get an “I told you so.” Mostly, though, he just wanted out of the cave he and Prowl were stuck in.
“The winter season often produces avalanches in Colorado,” Prowl said matter-of-factly. Only his optics’ stunning blue glow could be seen in the darkness.
Optimus found himself grateful that the “I told you that” had been omitted from the sentence. “I remember you mentioned it.” He switched to his infrared vision and glanced over the slender form sitting across from him, searching for injuries even as he ignored his own. Seeing none, he found himself distracted by the lithe body reclining against the rock wall. Increasingly, he found himself noticing the fluidity of Prowl’s motions when he practiced Circuit-Su. Such grace and beauty paired with deep seriousness. If only Optimus could draw out one of Prowl’s rare smiles.
“I realize this mission was necessary, given Starscream’s proclivities, but our route was dangerous with the warmer temperatures.” Prowl frowned slightly but didn’t continue his pseudo-lecture. He glanced around the cold, damp cave, no doubt also using his infrared. “I suppose this affords me the opportunity to study the cave, however.” He pointed to the stalactites stretching down from the ceiling, as though they were reaching out to the stalagmites jutting up from the floor. “Amazing, aren’t they? Just consider how long it takes to create them.”
Although Optimus wasn’t interested in geology, he was grateful that they’d had a place to duck into. “Fortunately, we won’t have to watch them grow.” It was a bad joke, but he tried. “Ratchet said that he and the others would be here shortly.” He was glad he’d split his mechs into two teams to cover more area, although the mission’s failure rankled his spark. “Unfortunately, Starscream now has time to move his device to a new location.”
“We’ll find him.” As though reining in his wandering gaze, Prowl looked over Optimus carefully. “You’re injured.” Standing, he walked over to Prime and knelt beside him. “Your chest is dented badly. Let me determine the extent of the damage.”
“I didn’t quite get clear in time.” Optimus wasn’t sure what had hit him before he transformed - if it were only snow or if rocks were mixed in. All he knew was that the right side of his cab had taken a hit. “I’ll be fine, though.”
Prowl traced over his chest with gentle fingers, nearly tickling his plating and making him shiver. “Let me check anyway.”
Submitting to the examination, Optimus tried not to dwell on the fact his secret crush was touching him. In truth, he’d been hiding his feelings for some time now. At first, Prowl had been unlikeable: anti-cooperative, overly private, and almost standoffish. However, Prowl had begun integrating into the team, bringing with him a calm steadiness, respect for life, and even sage advice. They were things Optimus could understand, if even he weren’t quite so fascinated with all things organic, and things he could honor. And with that had come admiration for the mech himself until now Prime had amassed such a swell of emotions he hardly knew what to do.
“The damage seems to be superficial,” Prowl said, sitting back on his pedes. The slightest, tiniest smile quirked one corner of his mouth. “What? No inspirational speeches to bolster us during our crisis?”
With some shock, Optimus realized he was being teased. He laughed, reaching up to touch Prowl’s cheek as though he could capture the smile. Realizing what he was doing, he dropped his hand quickly. In a sense, being so close to Prowl in such a private place was torture. “No. The others will find a way to rescue us.” He believed what he said, but he also knew Prowl didn’t need reassurance. “And you aren’t prone to panic.”
Prowl cocked his head. “Why do you do that?”
Taken off guard, Optimus simply stared at him. “Do what?”
“You, the veritable mech of action, stop short each time.” Prowl pushed himself up to his knees and leaned closer. “Have you not thought over your feelings? I have. I have thought, projected, meditated, and even prayed. Do you have some misgivings about revealing your feelings to me? About starting a relationship? I have none.”
Optimus was too stunned to react at first. Prowl’s stoic mask was so perfect he hadn’t had a clue that his feelings were returned. His spark seemed to burn, surge, burst and rush forward, his feelings suddenly pouring out. “No! I mean, yes. I mean, of course I’ve thought about it, but I had no idea you were even - ”
Simplifying matters considerably, Prowl grasped his cheeks in his hands and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Prime’s. He hesitated, as though ensuring Optimus accepted the gesture, then captured his lower lip, sucking gently, and setting every circuit and node in Prime’s body on fire in the process. Suddenly, they were falling into each other, as though the true avalanche were the passion and hidden care between them, and wrapping one another in tight embraces. Their armor rubbed together, generating warmth and friction, and faint moans escaped them as their glossae met and caressed. Hands stroked plating, gasps echoed in the quiet, and when they finally pulled away, they were panting faintly.
“Does that give you an indication as to the truth of my feelings?” Prowl asked after they’d pulled themselves together.
Optimus nodded, so ecstatic he hardly knew what to say. “Yes. And I think we have a lot to discuss now.”
“Later.” A second tiny smile quirked up Prowl’s lips, and he leaned in for another kiss.
Optimus was more than happy to comply.
Author: Mirage Shinkiro
Rating: T+
Warnings: mech/mech kissing, a.k.a. intimacy between androgynous and nonsexually reproducing but male-“pronoun’d” ‘bots.
Disclaimer: Transformers is the property of Hasbro, and although I wish I could make money off the TF franchise so I could be independently wealthy, I am not. Alas, I remain poor and am just borrowing the lovely robots.
Summary: TFA. On a mission, Prowl and Optimus are caught in an avalanche, and secret feelings are revealed.
A/N, explanation: For the holiday fic exchange on TFic_Contests. Each ficlet is capped at 1000 words. The prompt:
1. Continuity: TFA
Pairing: Prowl/Optimus
Prompt: Avalanche
Preferred Rating: Any
Firsts: Prowl and Optimus, TFA
Many times Optimus Prime wondered if tracking Starscream and countering his antics would get them all killed. Occasionally, he wondered if he should listen more closely to Prowl’s nature commentaries, given their new home. Right now he was wondering if he were going to get an “I told you so.” Mostly, though, he just wanted out of the cave he and Prowl were stuck in.
“The winter season often produces avalanches in Colorado,” Prowl said matter-of-factly. Only his optics’ stunning blue glow could be seen in the darkness.
Optimus found himself grateful that the “I told you that” had been omitted from the sentence. “I remember you mentioned it.” He switched to his infrared vision and glanced over the slender form sitting across from him, searching for injuries even as he ignored his own. Seeing none, he found himself distracted by the lithe body reclining against the rock wall. Increasingly, he found himself noticing the fluidity of Prowl’s motions when he practiced Circuit-Su. Such grace and beauty paired with deep seriousness. If only Optimus could draw out one of Prowl’s rare smiles.
“I realize this mission was necessary, given Starscream’s proclivities, but our route was dangerous with the warmer temperatures.” Prowl frowned slightly but didn’t continue his pseudo-lecture. He glanced around the cold, damp cave, no doubt also using his infrared. “I suppose this affords me the opportunity to study the cave, however.” He pointed to the stalactites stretching down from the ceiling, as though they were reaching out to the stalagmites jutting up from the floor. “Amazing, aren’t they? Just consider how long it takes to create them.”
Although Optimus wasn’t interested in geology, he was grateful that they’d had a place to duck into. “Fortunately, we won’t have to watch them grow.” It was a bad joke, but he tried. “Ratchet said that he and the others would be here shortly.” He was glad he’d split his mechs into two teams to cover more area, although the mission’s failure rankled his spark. “Unfortunately, Starscream now has time to move his device to a new location.”
“We’ll find him.” As though reining in his wandering gaze, Prowl looked over Optimus carefully. “You’re injured.” Standing, he walked over to Prime and knelt beside him. “Your chest is dented badly. Let me determine the extent of the damage.”
“I didn’t quite get clear in time.” Optimus wasn’t sure what had hit him before he transformed - if it were only snow or if rocks were mixed in. All he knew was that the right side of his cab had taken a hit. “I’ll be fine, though.”
Prowl traced over his chest with gentle fingers, nearly tickling his plating and making him shiver. “Let me check anyway.”
Submitting to the examination, Optimus tried not to dwell on the fact his secret crush was touching him. In truth, he’d been hiding his feelings for some time now. At first, Prowl had been unlikeable: anti-cooperative, overly private, and almost standoffish. However, Prowl had begun integrating into the team, bringing with him a calm steadiness, respect for life, and even sage advice. They were things Optimus could understand, if even he weren’t quite so fascinated with all things organic, and things he could honor. And with that had come admiration for the mech himself until now Prime had amassed such a swell of emotions he hardly knew what to do.
“The damage seems to be superficial,” Prowl said, sitting back on his pedes. The slightest, tiniest smile quirked one corner of his mouth. “What? No inspirational speeches to bolster us during our crisis?”
With some shock, Optimus realized he was being teased. He laughed, reaching up to touch Prowl’s cheek as though he could capture the smile. Realizing what he was doing, he dropped his hand quickly. In a sense, being so close to Prowl in such a private place was torture. “No. The others will find a way to rescue us.” He believed what he said, but he also knew Prowl didn’t need reassurance. “And you aren’t prone to panic.”
Prowl cocked his head. “Why do you do that?”
Taken off guard, Optimus simply stared at him. “Do what?”
“You, the veritable mech of action, stop short each time.” Prowl pushed himself up to his knees and leaned closer. “Have you not thought over your feelings? I have. I have thought, projected, meditated, and even prayed. Do you have some misgivings about revealing your feelings to me? About starting a relationship? I have none.”
Optimus was too stunned to react at first. Prowl’s stoic mask was so perfect he hadn’t had a clue that his feelings were returned. His spark seemed to burn, surge, burst and rush forward, his feelings suddenly pouring out. “No! I mean, yes. I mean, of course I’ve thought about it, but I had no idea you were even - ”
Simplifying matters considerably, Prowl grasped his cheeks in his hands and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Prime’s. He hesitated, as though ensuring Optimus accepted the gesture, then captured his lower lip, sucking gently, and setting every circuit and node in Prime’s body on fire in the process. Suddenly, they were falling into each other, as though the true avalanche were the passion and hidden care between them, and wrapping one another in tight embraces. Their armor rubbed together, generating warmth and friction, and faint moans escaped them as their glossae met and caressed. Hands stroked plating, gasps echoed in the quiet, and when they finally pulled away, they were panting faintly.
“Does that give you an indication as to the truth of my feelings?” Prowl asked after they’d pulled themselves together.
Optimus nodded, so ecstatic he hardly knew what to say. “Yes. And I think we have a lot to discuss now.”
“Later.” A second tiny smile quirked up Prowl’s lips, and he leaned in for another kiss.
Optimus was more than happy to comply.