Nothin' Better to Do --Hardmerch'verse--
Please note that this IS slash (as in man on man action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.
Title: Nothin' Better to Do
Pairing: Humanized Lockdown/Devcon
Verse: Humanized AU, but meant to take place in Animated
Rating: Pg-13/R for molestation, mentions of sex, then sexy times.
Warning: inappropriate touchings, wasted beer and man on man lovin's
Summery: Devcon finds that idle times means sexy times...
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.
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Devcon called for Locky and set down the dishes of cat food and milk. The little black and white terror didn't appear. Even after Devcon swished the bottle of milk, the alley cat didn't show up for his lunch.
“Probably off fuckin' some lady cat,” Devcon mumbled, putting the milk back in the fridge between the six pack of logger and the 32-pack of Bud lite.
Shuffling out of the kitchen, the brunette snagged the remote off the table and flicked on the T.V. before even reaching the couch. Leaping over the back, he settled into the cushions and changed the channels.
“Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.” He mashed the button over and over, but nothing interesting came on. The channels suddenly stopped changing, locked on the government channel. “Fuck!” Devcon slammed the remote against his palm a few times.
“--y policy will be to slash spending by replacing human public service providers with automated robots,” said Aadapper man in a gray suit from behind a podium. “It will save the city 1.4 billion in salaries, healthcare and insurance. Money this city desperately needs to put into growing corporate business.”
“Of all the damn channels,” Devcon muttered, trying the button again. Nothing.
“With due respect to the mayor, that plan would morally bankrupt our city, making it as soulless as the automatons taking over hard working citizen's jobs.”
Devcon glanced up and recognized the commanding form of Ultra Magnus. The old man looked no different from the times Devcon had seen him in the flesh. His navy blue hair was faded, turning white around the temples. His chiseled jaw and thin lips where set in a grim line as ever, like he had never once smiled. Not a great stretch of one's imagination given the serious way the Magnus carried himself. The only difference Devcon could pick up on was the dullness that haunted the normally intense blue eyes. Apparently, Ultra Magnus liked these debates as much as Devcon did.
The camera panned over to a couple of men seated in the front row. One, a lanky pretty boy in a mauve suit that seemed more interested in the camera than what was going on in front of him. The other was that bumbling oaf Sentinel, forever attached, nose to ass, to Ultra Magnus. Before anyone else opened their mouth, Devcon hit the power button. The T.V. went dark and the warehouse fell into silence. Heaving a sigh, Devcon hooked a leg over the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
There was no job to get too. He had no responsibilities. No friends except for Jazz who was busy in the middle of the day with his job. Even the T.V. let him down. There was literally nothing to do. His dick seemed to have the answer. Devcon groaned and slid his hand down his abs to his package. He hadn't been laid in a day or two, that would definitely be a less boring way to pass the time then sitting in silence. He propped himself up on an elbow. It was kinda' odd that Lockdown hadn't fucked him in a while. Maybe the bounty hunter need to be dragged to a hospital for a C.A.T scan. Devcon hauled himself up from the couch and went in search of a good orgasm.
He found Lockdown out in the garage half of the warehouse. His spiky muscle car hovered a good foot off the floor on lift-mags. The hood was up and Lockdown was hunched over the engine, up to his elbows in grease and engine parts. An oily rag hung out of the back pocket of his black jeans, but the white tanktop he wore had dark smears all over it. With a smirk, Devcon sauntered up behind the burly bounty hunter.
“What'cha doing?” he asked, sliding up against Lockdown's broad back and putting his hands on the lip of the open hood at his lover's hips.
“Workin' on my car,” Lockdown grunted, without so much as a mocking tone. “What are you doing?”
Devon hooked his chin over Lockdown's shoulder and rested against him. “Bored.”
Lockdown picked up a ratchet and dove back down into the car. “That's nice babe,” he said over the clicking of the tool.
“Let's do something,” Devcon said, wondering what was talking Lockdown so long to get horny. The slightest thing usually turned him on.
“Not now. My girl's gone too long without a tune up.” Lockdown put a handful of bolts up on the lip of the hood. “She's been acting sickly. I'm given her a full check up top to bottom.”
“But I want to do something,” Devcon groaned. He put his hands on Lockdown's hips and pushed himself against the man's ass. “With you.”
Lockdown straightened up and looked over his shoulder. Devcon gave him the most seductive smile he had. The pale man smiled and took Devcon into his arms. The brunette melted against the hard body. Lockdown's lips pressed against his own and a hot tongue invaded his mouth. With a moan, Devcon pawed at Lockdown's chest. His lover pulled away before Devcon could even unbuckle his belt.
“I'll fuck you when I get done here alright?”
“There's nothing better to do.” Devcon made a pouty face. “Why not now?”
“I gotta finish one job before startin' another.” He leaned in and kissed Devcon pouting lips. “You can help me if you want.”
Devcon narrowed his eyes. “There's something wrong with you.”
Lockdown smirked. “No babe, I could really use your help. Go get me a beer.”
The brunette growled and pushed the pale man away. “Bastard! I'm not your servant.”
“But I bought you that hot little maid outfit and everything.”
Devcon shoved Lockdown away and stormed off. Right when he reached the kitchen he realized what Lockdown had done.
“That mother fucking, pig headed!” Devcon growled under his breath. He yanked open the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. “Fuckin' show you bastard!”
Walking back to the garage, he found Lockdown on a rickety looking creeper under the car. With all his money he could have afford to buy a new one. But for whatever reason, Lockdown kept the old wooden one with a couple wheels missing. Lockdown rolled back and over-turned a pan full of dirty oil. Fucking hell could the man make anymore of a mess?
Devcon strolled over and popped the top of the can. The tinkering sounds from under the car stopped.
“That for me babe?”
“Oh it's all for you,” Devcon sneered. He leaned against the nose of the car and turned the can over. Yellow beer splattered all over the engine. Lockdown swore and sputtered. With a smug grin, Devcon poured the last of the can out on Lockdown's lower half. The pale bounty hunter spat curses as he rolled himself out from under the car.
“The fuck Dev?” he snarled.
Devcon spread his hands in an innocent gesture. “Just trying to bring you a beer baby.”
Lockdown spat and wiped his mouth with his arm. Droplets of oil and beer stained his skin. He dried his hands on his soaking wet jeans and looked up. “You're an asshole babe.”
“Takes one to know one,” Devcon shot back.
Lockdown laid back on his mechanic's creeper and rolled himself back under the car. “Hey at least you brought me one.”
Devcon frowned. That wasn't the reaction he'd expected. He leaned over the open hood and peered down. Through all the engine parts and wires he could barely see Lockdown's pale form. Damn shame. He looked good wet.
“If you're just gunna stand there at least hand me a three-fourths wrench would ya?”
Devcon picked up the tool from the oil streaked work bench and went to hand it to Lockdown. He was suddenly struck with an idea.
“Of course.” He straddled Lockdown's beer soaked hips and sat on him. “Here you go baby.”
Lockdown grunted and shifted under him. “What are you doing?”
“Helping,” Devcon said. “It's want you wanted wasn't it?”
Lockdown didn't say anymore, just stuck his hand out. Devcon placed the wrench in the outstretched hand, and trailed his fingers over the dark tattoos. Lockdown pulled his hand back. With a grin, Devcon put his hands up on the bummer of the car and rocked his hips. The creeper beneath them creaked and rolled back and forth.
“Now what are you doing?” Lockdown snapped.
Devcon smiled and continued rocking. “Just... thinking,” he said. “About things.” Between his thighs, dampened with spilled beer, he felt Lockdown's body respond. “Apparently you are too.”
“I'm tryin' to do something here Dev,” Lockdown snapped. “Would you mind keepin' your ass to yourself until I'm done?”
“You don't seem to have a problem shoving your cock in my face when you're horny. Somehow now you want there to be respect for personal space between us?”
The creeper's wheels squeaked as it rocked back and forth.
“Damn it, you're not making this oil change easy.”
“Really?” Devcon asked. “Because it seems like I’m making something hard.” He could feel Lockdown's erection pressed against his jeans. “Really hard.”
Lockdown rolled himself back out and glared. “You're supposed to be the good cop of this outfit.”
“I got tired of it,” Devcon said, putting his hands on Lockdown's hips. “It's such a bore to be good all the time.”
Lockdown scoffed and grabbed the over turned oil pan. Devcon popped open the button of the black jeans and dragged down the zipper. His hands where smacked away.
“Damn it Dev, knock it off,” Lockdown snapped, wheeling back under the car.
Devcon narrowed his eyes. Lockdown had a lot to learn about the shoe being on the other foot, and Devcon was going to teach him. Planting his feet on the ground, Devcon pushed them both out from under the car.
“Listen you,” he snarled, jabbing his finger into Lockdown's broad chest. “This is a two-way-fucking-street here. We fuck when your horny and when I'm horny, got that?”
Lockdown's red eyes widened for a moment. Devcon grabbed his shirt and pulled up the other bounty hunter up off the creeper.
“Get your ass up and fuck me. Now!”
“Damn, I love it when you get mad.” Lockdown put his hand behind Devcon's neck and pulled him down into a kiss.
Devcon moaned and let go of the other bounty hunter's shirt. Finally! He bit Lockdown's lips and tongue, snarling softly.
“Get up!” Lockdown demanded. “My back is fucking killing me.”
Devcon rolled his eyes. “Fucking princess,” he moaned, pushing himself up.
Lockdown said nothing. He got to his feet, grabbed Devcon's wrist and pulled him to his chest. Devcon moaned and pressed his lips to the pale ones. The dark bounty hunter pushed Devcon back against the oil splattered work bench. Lockdown plunged his tongue deep into his lover's mouth, licking everything. Devcon grabbed Lockdown's neck and pulled him closer.
The pale, tattooed hands undid the rest of his zipper and Lockdown pulled his erection out. Devcon moaned into his lover's mouth, rolling his hips. Primus he wanted him!
Slowly, Lockdown's hands unsnapped the button of Devcon's pants and dragged down the zipper. Devcon bucked against the hands, eager to have Lockdown pounding into him. He pulled his mouth away.
“I said fuck me, not tease me!” he barked.
Lockdown grinned and slid his hands down the front of Devcon's jeans. The brunette moaned as one hand stroked him and the fingers of the other appeared inside of him.
“You had to have me,” Lockdown growled, working his fingers faster. “Well you got me. And now I'm going to do whatever I want to you.”
Devcon moaned. Damn it, want had he got himself into now?
* * *
Devcon didn't know how many hours later it was when he finally exhausted his sex drive. He didn't even know when the hell they'd made it too the couch. Being fucked on the work bench, and then the floor of the warehouse were the only things he could remember fairly clear. Devcon kissed Lockdown's naked chest, letting his tongue follow the black tattoos up to his neck. Lockdown chuckled and slid his hand down Devcon's back.
“Frisky today. What wild hair did you get up your ass?”
Devcon bit his lover's earlobe and shifted into a more comfortable position on top of Lockdown. “This may come as a surprise to you, but I do have a sex drive of my own.”
Lockdown snorted. “Wouldn't have guessed givin' how much I have to work to get in your pants.”
Devcon kissed Lockdown's neck again, running his hands up his sides. “You're always horny. You never give me a chance to come on to you.”
“You're capable of that?” Lockdown asked. “Damn that is a surprise.”
Devcon rolled his eyes. “Just because I don't want sex every minute of everyday doesn't mean I don't want it often.”
“How often?” Lockdown purred.
Devcon smirked and brushed his lips against Lockdown's ear. “If you let me come to you, a lot.”
Lockdown shook his head. “Not often enough for me.”
Devcon laughed. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And lack of sex makes me horny.” He rolled his naked hips against Lockdown's.
The big man groaned and put his hands on the caramel hips. “Maybe every once in a while I could go a day without cumming in your ass.”
Devcon smiled as Lockdown's girth hardened under him. “We'll see if you can go that long without.”