30 Days of Porn - Day 14: Trench
Title: Trench
Continuity: G1
Warnings: not beta read, comedy, smut (tactile, implied plug’n’play)
Pairing: Astrotrain/Blitzwing
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Summary: In which Astrotrain and Blitzwing (almost) commit Deceptifluff.
Prompt: Trench (prompted by ultharkitty)
Note: Written for Day 14 of the 30 Days of Porn Meme.
Trench
Astrotrain kicked Blitzwing into the crater which Blast Off’s shot had created and jumped after him, taking cover from the Autobots’ fire.
Indifferently, he watched the other triple changer roll ungracefully over the soil. But when Blitzwing tried to sit up again, and weaved, looking confused, Astrotrain spat. “What are you doing here?”
“Hehehe… am fighting a war.”
“No, you’re not. You’re off duty. And you’re drunk!” Astrotrain’s intakes vented a huff. Why the pit did he even bother to rescue the other again…
“I was bored, and almost everyone was gone…” Blitzwing said, and at least had the sense to look guilty.
Not that this would make Astrotrain’s mood any better. With an engine growl, he hit the other on the head. “Yes, because unlike you, we’ve been part of this plan! Frag, Megatron is gonna rip out our fuel pumps if he finds out you’re here - drunk!”
Kneeling, Astrotrain ignored Blitzwing’s muttering and pained hiss as he rubbed his helm, and rather took a quick look from their cover. The earth was still warm from the laser fire, and the air shimmered faintly. It didn’t seem as though the Autobots knew they were hiding there and so Astrotrain had some moments to think of how he could get back to his position.
“Really, great. Remind me again why I always save your sorry aft…?” Astrotrain mumbled, still trying to find out what was exactly happening on the battlefield and how he could enter it again.
Blitzwing didn’t answer to that, but Astrotrain hadn’t expected him to do. But Astrotrain also hadn’t expected him to touch his wings in a very inappropriate way as the tank’s hand slid down the full length of one of them, and then tickled the aileron.
Astrotrain spun around, growling. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Blitzwing grinned. “I remind you.”
“Of what?”
“Of me being a good frag…?” It was more a question than an answer, and only Blitzwing’s inebriated, uncertain but hopeful expression stopped Astrotrain from shooting the other.
“We’re on a battlefield. And you’re drunk.” He had no intention to stop reminding Blitzwing of that.
“…but I’m also horny. And I know you’re, too… and what is better than fighting and fragging?” Blitzwing reached again for his wing and continued the ministration.
Astrotrain let it happen, but not without a low rumbling of his engine.
“Hmmm… do that again. You’re hot when you do this…” Blitzwing muttered, his voice almost inaudible with the gun shots not all that far away. He came closer, and the air from his vents smelled like high grade.
Tilting his head, Astrotrain pondered another moment. If they were caught, he still could blame Blitzwing… And he couldn’t deny that actually after the long stay in space he was quite fond of the idea of ‘facing.
His engine rumbled again, but not because Blitzwing had said that, and Astrotrain pulled Blitzwing on his lap.
“Slag, yes!” Blitzwing mumbled, and pressed his lips on Astrotrain’s, who tensed in surprise, but then relaxed soon and responded.
Astrotrain felt Blitzwing’s hands on his plating, roving eagerly and cooling fans already switching on. He grinned, and returned the attention, feeling the other shudder under his touches, their energy fields flaring mutually.
“Frag, ‘Train, don’t stop that…” Blitzwing nibbled at his lip, then kissed down his chin and bit the neck cables.
Astrotrain shivered.
“Touch my muzzle,” the tank spoke again, the sound of his voice muffled against Astrotrain’s throat.
“Hmpf, don’t tell me what to do,” he said, grinning, but his hand stroked up the other’s wings to the barrel and then a finger circled around the muzzle.
He earned himself another quivering and a moan, and Blitzwing pressed even closer. Their chest grinding together, both their engines revved and vibrations travelled along their frames.
“Hmmm… slag, like that…” Blitzwing impatiently fumbled for Astrotrain’s interface panel. “Why’re you always gone that long? Fraggit. You can’t leave me alone for decacycles…”
Comes with being a shuttle, Astrotrain thought, but didn’t say it. Now it was his turn to feel guilty, because, yes Blitzwing was right. He shouldn’t let the tank alone for so long when the other was too prone to get into trouble… Astrotrain would never admit that this might be not the only reason.
His energy field extended intensely, need and arousal clear in it and it washed over Blitzwing’s whole body.
Astrotrain was about to give the command for his interface panel to open, when his commlink crackled.
‘Everyone retreat!’
Blitzwing seemed to have heard the command, too, because he abruptly went idle.
Slowly, the tanks face emerged from Astrotrain’s throat and looked at him, confused.
Astrotrain sighed.
Slag. This was truly not fair, and judging by Blitzwing’s expression, the tank seemed to think the same.
“You heard Megs, stand up…” Astrotrain’s voice was hoarse with static.
“But…”
Astrotrain’s engine growled. “No ‘buts’! You wanna get caught by the Autobots, or you wanna continue what you’ve started in our quarters?!”
Blitzwing’s optic’s lit up and face brightened.
Astrotrain’s interface panel tingled with anticipation.
Continuity: G1
Warnings: not beta read, comedy, smut (tactile, implied plug’n’play)
Pairing: Astrotrain/Blitzwing
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Summary: In which Astrotrain and Blitzwing (almost) commit Deceptifluff.
Prompt: Trench (prompted by ultharkitty)
Note: Written for Day 14 of the 30 Days of Porn Meme.
Trench
Astrotrain kicked Blitzwing into the crater which Blast Off’s shot had created and jumped after him, taking cover from the Autobots’ fire.
Indifferently, he watched the other triple changer roll ungracefully over the soil. But when Blitzwing tried to sit up again, and weaved, looking confused, Astrotrain spat. “What are you doing here?”
“Hehehe… am fighting a war.”
“No, you’re not. You’re off duty. And you’re drunk!” Astrotrain’s intakes vented a huff. Why the pit did he even bother to rescue the other again…
“I was bored, and almost everyone was gone…” Blitzwing said, and at least had the sense to look guilty.
Not that this would make Astrotrain’s mood any better. With an engine growl, he hit the other on the head. “Yes, because unlike you, we’ve been part of this plan! Frag, Megatron is gonna rip out our fuel pumps if he finds out you’re here - drunk!”
Kneeling, Astrotrain ignored Blitzwing’s muttering and pained hiss as he rubbed his helm, and rather took a quick look from their cover. The earth was still warm from the laser fire, and the air shimmered faintly. It didn’t seem as though the Autobots knew they were hiding there and so Astrotrain had some moments to think of how he could get back to his position.
“Really, great. Remind me again why I always save your sorry aft…?” Astrotrain mumbled, still trying to find out what was exactly happening on the battlefield and how he could enter it again.
Blitzwing didn’t answer to that, but Astrotrain hadn’t expected him to do. But Astrotrain also hadn’t expected him to touch his wings in a very inappropriate way as the tank’s hand slid down the full length of one of them, and then tickled the aileron.
Astrotrain spun around, growling. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Blitzwing grinned. “I remind you.”
“Of what?”
“Of me being a good frag…?” It was more a question than an answer, and only Blitzwing’s inebriated, uncertain but hopeful expression stopped Astrotrain from shooting the other.
“We’re on a battlefield. And you’re drunk.” He had no intention to stop reminding Blitzwing of that.
“…but I’m also horny. And I know you’re, too… and what is better than fighting and fragging?” Blitzwing reached again for his wing and continued the ministration.
Astrotrain let it happen, but not without a low rumbling of his engine.
“Hmmm… do that again. You’re hot when you do this…” Blitzwing muttered, his voice almost inaudible with the gun shots not all that far away. He came closer, and the air from his vents smelled like high grade.
Tilting his head, Astrotrain pondered another moment. If they were caught, he still could blame Blitzwing… And he couldn’t deny that actually after the long stay in space he was quite fond of the idea of ‘facing.
His engine rumbled again, but not because Blitzwing had said that, and Astrotrain pulled Blitzwing on his lap.
“Slag, yes!” Blitzwing mumbled, and pressed his lips on Astrotrain’s, who tensed in surprise, but then relaxed soon and responded.
Astrotrain felt Blitzwing’s hands on his plating, roving eagerly and cooling fans already switching on. He grinned, and returned the attention, feeling the other shudder under his touches, their energy fields flaring mutually.
“Frag, ‘Train, don’t stop that…” Blitzwing nibbled at his lip, then kissed down his chin and bit the neck cables.
Astrotrain shivered.
“Touch my muzzle,” the tank spoke again, the sound of his voice muffled against Astrotrain’s throat.
“Hmpf, don’t tell me what to do,” he said, grinning, but his hand stroked up the other’s wings to the barrel and then a finger circled around the muzzle.
He earned himself another quivering and a moan, and Blitzwing pressed even closer. Their chest grinding together, both their engines revved and vibrations travelled along their frames.
“Hmmm… slag, like that…” Blitzwing impatiently fumbled for Astrotrain’s interface panel. “Why’re you always gone that long? Fraggit. You can’t leave me alone for decacycles…”
Comes with being a shuttle, Astrotrain thought, but didn’t say it. Now it was his turn to feel guilty, because, yes Blitzwing was right. He shouldn’t let the tank alone for so long when the other was too prone to get into trouble… Astrotrain would never admit that this might be not the only reason.
His energy field extended intensely, need and arousal clear in it and it washed over Blitzwing’s whole body.
Astrotrain was about to give the command for his interface panel to open, when his commlink crackled.
‘Everyone retreat!’
Blitzwing seemed to have heard the command, too, because he abruptly went idle.
Slowly, the tanks face emerged from Astrotrain’s throat and looked at him, confused.
Astrotrain sighed.
Slag. This was truly not fair, and judging by Blitzwing’s expression, the tank seemed to think the same.
“You heard Megs, stand up…” Astrotrain’s voice was hoarse with static.
“But…”
Astrotrain’s engine growled. “No ‘buts’! You wanna get caught by the Autobots, or you wanna continue what you’ve started in our quarters?!”
Blitzwing’s optic’s lit up and face brightened.
Astrotrain’s interface panel tingled with anticipation.