Fic-Transformers G1 - Good Morning
Author’s notes: My friend Blueprowl and I love to role play, sometimes we also play a game where we give each other prompts then have to write out a few sentences about said prompt. We’ve had some… Interesting results, along with awesome ones. My favourite, which sadly, I cannot find, had to do with Fireflight, Sandstorm and Airraid.
It was along the lines of Sandstorm trying to get up in the morning, (In Flight’s room of course) wondering how Airraid got there, how Airraid got his hands stuck in such a sensitive place, and how in the pit was he supposed to make Airraid let go without the black jet’s fingers clenching and making him moan?
Needless to say, we HAD to RP that one. This fic is based around that RP.
Also, how the f*ck do I make this work properly? The LJcut doesn't work properly.
Good Morning
Rating: M for smut
Word count: 1,700
Characters: Sandstorm, Airraid, Fireflight, and the other Wreckers vaugly.
Summary: Would you wanna leave if you were in the middle of a jet sandwich?
Sandstorm slowly drifted into consciousness, instead of his usual snapping awake. His optics focused on a familiar wall, and he became aware of the fact that there were two bodies pressed against his own. With a soft, rumbling chuckle, Sandstorm made to sit up, and froze when he realized that doing so would have… Interesting results. For as much as he’d love to stay, he had a mission. Now, how to get Airraid’s hand out of his joint without waking either jet?
First he tried wriggling a bit, but that only caused Flight to shift and murmur softly in recharge. Attempting to pry Airraid’s fingers loose only made the flyer unconsciously tighten his grip. Trying not to groan in frustration, or at the delicious feeling that grip sent up his frame, Sandstorm settled back down to think. Finally he decided that just pulling Airraid’s arm away would work, thought this had the unfortunate result of waking him up.
“Hunh?” The jet shook his head blearily and looked up. “Leaving already?”
“Got a mission,” Replied Sandstorm, noticing that Fireflight was starting to wake up as well.
The corners of Airraid’s mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly. “You’re leaving without saying goodbye to Flight?”
Aw slag. That was exactly why the triplechanger wanted to leave now. If he tried saying goodbye to Flight, the red jet would never let him leave. “I didn’t want to wake you two up.”
“Pity,” Airraid’s expression was getting downright wicked. He leaned over to poke Flight, making the red jet start awake.
“Wha? Hunh?” Fireflight looked around drowsily until his optics focused on Sandstorm. “Are you leaving?”
Damn, anything but the optics. Sandstorm raised his hands in a apologetic gesture. “Sorry Flight, but I’ve got a mission.”
“Can’t you stay a bit longer? You just got back.” Fireflight looked so hopeful, Sandstorm couldn’t resist, even though he knew he was going to be late. Unsure, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
“Sorry, but I’ll be back soon alright?”
Fireflight blinked sadly up at him, nearly shattering the Wrecker’s resolve, and then his optics focused on something over his lover’s shoulder, and started to grin slightly. Sandstorm blinked, then realized that while he was talking to Flight, the other jet had vanished. Then Airraid’s arms wrapped around him from behind.
“Flight says stay, are you gonna say no to him?” Came the wicked purr, Sandstorm shivered, distracted by Airraid’s presence long enough for Fireflight to slip forward and press against his front. Almost immediately, the red jet’s hands started tracing over seams and sensors, nuzzling Sandstorm’s chest. Sandstorm moaned.
A second set of hands started teasing the cables in his neck, cleverly rubbing along the exposed lines, making the still off-balance Wrecker whimper. Fireflight pressed as close as he could, hands slowly wandering down to Sandstorm’s hips. With Airraid’s body pressing from behind, the insistent thrum of both jets’ engines, and the sweet heat coming off their frames, Sandstorm quickly forgot his mission and wrapped his arms around Flight, running a practiced hand down the red jet’s back, setting sensors afire. Fireflight mewled, fingers digging into Sandstorm’s hips.
Airraid, wanting attention, lightly squeezed one of Sandstorm’s short wings, earning a soft growl. Fireflight giggled and reached under the triplechanger’s arm to stroke his fellow Aerialbot’s wing. Airraid let out a soft sound, hands rubbing in small circles down to Sandstorm’s flanks, then transferred to Fireflight’s body without skipping a beat. Sandstorm reached to grab at Fireflight, but a sudden, and very loud commlink tone made all three of them jump.
Sandstorm scowled, trust Topspin to install a communicator that doesn’t shut off until you respond. “What?”
“Sandstorm! Where the frag are you! We were supposed to have taken off by now!”
Fireflight flinched at the sound of Springer’s voice. Sandstorm sighed in annoyance. “I’m in Fireflight’s quarters.”
A long pause in which Sandstorm was pretty sure he could hear sniggering on the other end of the line. So Springer had him on the speaker for everyone to hear eh? “Fine, just get down here NOW!”
With a devious smirk, Airraid slipped forward and pressed back up against Sandstorm, resting his hands on the Wrecker’s shoulders to bring himself into the communication. “Sorry boys, but we ain’t letting Sandy go. If you want him, you gotta come get him.”
This silence was even longer, probably because the other Wreckers were trying not to imagine why Airraid would be in Fireflight’s quarters with Sandstorm. Finally, Springer’s voice filtered through again, a bit strained. “Very funny. We might just do that. Sandy, get your aft down here down or we leave without you.”
Fireflight giggled and stepped forward into the conversation. “You will? Thanks!”
This time, the laughter on the other end of the line was easily audible. “Dammit guys, this isn’t funny!” Yelled Springer, his voice tightly controlled.
A bit distracted by the jets -who were pressing against him a bit harder than nessessary for radio contact- Sandstorm spoke up. “I’ll get down the instant these two let me go.” He nearly choked on the last word when Airraid slipped his fingers into the triplechanger’s hipjoint. He turned to glare at the jet, and received only a wickedly plotting smirk in return. “Which… might be a while…”
Again with the laughter. Oh, Sandstorm was going to get both jets for this, they were hamming it up on purpose! Finally, Springer spoke again. “Fine. Half a cycle. Then I radio Silverbolt to drag you down here in a spare parts bin.”
“Deal!” Cackled Airraid. “Was there anything about his state in that?” He pushed Sandstorm harder into Flight, grinning at the barely conceal moan it earned him. The communicator crackled as even Springer broke down in gales of helpless laughter. Fireflight giggled and pushed back gently, humming softly against Sandstorm’s chest. Sandstorm suppressed a groan and shut off his communicator.
“I am gonna get you both for that!” He managed to scoop Fireflight up in his arms, but Airraid evaded him, for all of four seconds. At which point, each jet found and arm wrapped tightly around his waist and was pulled against Sandstorm’s chest. Smirking slightly, he let both his engines spin up, pinning the smaller mechs against a wall. Fireflight’s cries for more and Airraid’s pleasured whines nearly drove him crazy, making him push them all the harder against the wall, hands roaming over them equally.
Airraid bucked hard, pushing Sandstorm back half a step, and before the Wrecker could press forward again, he found himself pinned between the two Aerialbots again. Both Fireflight and Airraid were big, heavy jets. Workhorses of the air force to use laymen’s terms, meaning they each had two engines… Engines that spun up fast, making Sandstorm arch and cry out, grabbing at Flight’s wings. Fireflight cried out, rocking slightly under Sandstorm’s involuntary manhandling. Airraid wrapped his arms around Sandstorm’s torso and started in on the triplechanger’s chestplate with just the tips of his fingers.
Fireflight looked up at Airraid for just the barest fraction of a second, The black jets wings were trembling from lack of attention, but he still grinned at Fireflight, nodding once before tightening his grip, holding Sandstorm up as Fireflight dropped to his knees and started worming his fingers up the Triplechanger’s leg joint, searching for a particular bundle of wires. Sandstorm moaned, Airraid’s ramjet engines still thrumming hard against his back, and when Fireflight found the wire cluster, and squeezed it, Sandstorm’s legs nearly gave way, only Airraid’s arms kept him standing.
“Primus!” He gasped raggedly, trying to pull Flight back up, or grab Airraid’s wing, or do something, but the jets were holding him to tightly for that, little wicked grins curling up their mouths. Fireflight leaned forward and reached under Sandstorm to rub Airraid’s thigh, catching the black jet off-guard and making him moan. Giggling, Fireflight returned his attention to Sandstorm and nuzzled the joint, starting to slowly, deliberately, stroke his other thigh until Sandstorm could only writhe and cry out his name. Airraid pushed Sandstorm forward slightly, just enough to give Fireflight access to the gaps at the back of Sandstorm’s legs, Fireflight lets his fingers slide up these joints, earning another cry as Sandstorm pressed against his touch, trying to escape Airraid’s grasp.
Airraid’s grin had a very wolfish, hungry edge to it and Fireflight shivered when the black jet looked at him. He nodded slightly at his brother before standing up and pulling Sandstorm against him. The triplechanger grabbed at Fireflight’s nosecone and rubbed it hard, making the red jet cry out, turbines whirling loudly. Airraid let his hands slide down to investigate the same area Flight had been teasing, pushing his fingers into the joint and smirking whenever Sandstorm cried out and arched. Sandstorm couldn’t take much more, and when both jets pressed up against him again, engines' screaming and thrumming oh so deliciously, he lost control, yelling in pleasure as he overloaded, the Aerialbots’ hands still roaming over his body until his systems gave way completely, and he crashed to the floor.
When he blearily reactivated his optics, both jets were resting beside him, bodies still. But judging by the hot thrum of their engines, both were quite prepared to jump on him again if they could. Letting out a soft groan and sitting up he had to grin at Fireflight’s “Stay or get sat on” expression. “Sorry Flight, but if I’m any later, Springer will turn me into scrapmetal.”
Fireflight sighed. “Yeah… Alright…” He leaned forward to hug Sandstorm one last time. “Good luck.”
“With the mission or not getting killed by Springer?” Sandstorm chuckled and stood up. Airraid snickered.
“Both. You’d better get going before we decide to keep you here.”
Sandstorm looked at both their expressions and decided that Airraid wasn’t kidding. “Right… Later.” He walked to the door, and the instant he was out, shot for Xantium, praying to Primus that she hadn’t left without him.
Fireflight giggled and looked at Airraid. Airraid grinned back, the wolfish expression still present on his face. “Uh oh…” Fireflight’s wings twitched slightly. “That expression is never good.” His giggle turned into a moan when Airraid pounced.