Fic: It's All in the Detailing
Title: It’s all in the Detailing
Author: Leslie
Pairing: Optimus/Sam
Rating: NC17
Series: A Boy and His Truck #2
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Takes place after Shifting Gears. Decided to name the series because I know it will keep going for awhile. Hope you all enjoy this second installment.
Part 1: Shifting Gears / Part 3: TBA
x-posted at
tf_twofates
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They stopped in Kansas City for the night and pulled off into an RV camp site. Optimus drove through until he found a private clearing near a water outlet that held various hoses as well as a couple of power generators. He came to a stop as his holoform reached over and slid a hand through Sam’s hair.
“Sam,” he said softly. “Come on, Sam. Time to wake up.” Sam yawned and opened his eyes, smiling up at the older man as he pushed himself up and stretched.
“Hmm. Where are we?”
“Kansas City at an RV site. There’s a small restaurant on the property about four blocks north. I figured you’d be able to get something to eat there and then you could come back afterwards and maybe we could talk.” Sam nodded and slid across the seat to the door.
“I won’t be long,” he said as he slid out of the cab and closed the door. His hand slid down the door and he frowned, noting how dirty Optimus had gotten during the first part of their drive. He turned and walked towards the restaurant, ordering a hamburger, fries and a coke which he ate in less than about fifteen minutes. He paid the waitress then headed back out to where Optimus was waiting for him.
“Hey, Optimus, do you have any cleaning supplies in the truck anywhere?” he asked as he surveyed the nearby hoses.
“Major Lennox saw to it that we all had several sponges, towels and other things inside our cabs and such. Why do you ask?”
“Because you are filthy,” Sam answered, opening the driver’s side door and reaching behind the seat to find the items mentioned. “And I figure, we can kill two birds with one stone. We can talk while I’m washing you off.” He found the sponges and some soap and jumped down out of the cab. He walked over to the water hose and turned it on, setting it to spray and aimed it for the cab. Optimus sputtered once or twice before giving in and letting the boy do as he wanted.
“I did not come out here to kill birds, Samuel, but yes, I think we should talk. About what is happening between us and what will come of it once we return to your home.” Sam said nothing as he finished spraying down the cab and then he dropped the hose and picked up one of the sponges, moving to the front of the rig where he began with the front grill.
“I guess a lot of that is up to you,” he said as he wiped the sponge along the chrome. “And I guess some of what we decide will have to be discussed with others, won’t it? I mean, you are the Prime. I’m just a human who won’t live long enough to be more than a foot note in your history.”
“You are more than just some human, Samuel,” Optimus growled softly, his engine revving a little as the boy climbed up the front bumper to reach the hood of the truck. “You gave your life to try and save mine. You spoke to the ancient Primes and they saw something in you that was important and they gave you back your life so that you could restore mine as well. You and I are connected through the matrix, Sam. I do not believe I can just give you up when we return home.” Sam nodded, continuing to clean the hood before moving back to the chrome grill, his hands sliding over the slick, cool metal. Optimus groaned softly and Sam bit back a grin.
“I’m not sure where I could hide you, though,” he said softly, fingers ghosting over Optimus’ Autobot symbol. “Bee at least fits in my garage…” Optimus groaned again and shuddered.
“I was thinking of housing you on base with me,” he answered, his voice somewhat static filled. Sam jumped down from the front bumper and began to use the sponge to clean along the tire rims. “Sam…” Optimus warned, his voice lower and darker now than before. Sam continued cleaning the rims at the front of the cab before moving towards the back. Optimus shuddered again. “Remember that talk we had earlier… about playing with fire?”
“Hmm,” Sam said, as if he were truly trying to recall such a conversation. “I’m not quite sure I remember. You’ll have to remind me when I’m done.” He finished with the back rims and then moved to the side of the cab and the doors. He kept his touches light but he did manage to remove all the dirt. By the time he was done with the sponge and had moved to pick up the hose again, Optimus was shaking, his engine continuously revving and close to overheating even as his systems warned him that was closet o an imminent overload. Sam sprayed off the soap, walking slowly around the truck as he did so. Finally, he found himself back at the front of the cab, eye level with the chrome of the front grill.
He waited a moment in silence before he leaned in, tongue sliding out to trace long the Autobot symbol while his fingers pressed in beyond the grill itself, seeking out armor and wires then he knew would be sensitive. When he stepped in closer and actually sucked on the tip of the Autobot symbol, Optimus roared as the overload surged through him, causing the entire truck to rock on its own tires and shocks, causing Sam to lose his balance and fall back on the ground, landing on his ass. He watched in awe as this continued for a few moments longer and then felt a hand on his shoulder.
Sam looked up into the brilliant blue optics of Prime’s holoform and saw the pupils nearly blown from desire.
“You are going to be hell on my sanity,” Optimus growled as he hauled the boy to his feet. “But I will love every fragging minute of it.” He pulled Sam closer and kissed him hard. Sam returned the kiss, already planning out the next seduction of his beautiful truck…
TBC