Of You and Me
Title: Of You and Me
Author: velvet_infinity
Continuity: G1
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1, 955
Summary: Sunstreaker takes a much needed break for a shower alone... But is he really?
Done for the kinkmeme and my first finished fill XD Hope OP likes!
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Original Prompt:
Okay, I'm looking for a mech (any mech) to get some 'alone time' in the showers.
Maybe his interface partner(s) are away? Maybe he is just in a drought between partners? Maybe he hasn't found 'the one' and doesn't do casual interfacing?
Doesn't matter. All they know is that they need a valve overload or twelve.
DO WANT! -
multiple valve overloads by way of a removable showerhead
the mech in question to have done this before and know how to pace himself for maximum pleasure :D
BONUS! -
someone else comes into the racks and he puts on a show
said watcher then takes mechA against the floor/wall/bench
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Fragging FINALLY!!
That was the only real thought going in loops through Sunstreaker’s processors as he entered the washwracks early that cycle. The battle the day before had left everyone tired and stressed and many had fallen into recharge as soon as they had hit their berths. Others had retreated to the rec room for some down time and still others had dragged their chosen partners for the cycle behind closed doors. Sunstreaker, who had been lucky enough to have minor damage to his leg struts after a particularly rough landing from being thrown from Skywarp, now found at this early hour that he had the washwracks all to himself.
Thank Primus.
He wasn’t sure he could face the stares full of pity or sympathy his ‘teammates’ always believed were well in intentions. And perhaps they were. The intentions. But it only served to piss him off. He wasn’t weak. He didn’t need their pity or their sympathy or whatever they thought would make him feel better. There was no feeling better when Sideswipe had gone and got himself slagged so bad that Ratchet had to rush him to the ICU to operate for fragging spark failure.
The golden warrior shuttered his optics tightly, fists clenching and unclenching as he forced the looping horror of the moment he began to feel his brother fade, away. It was over. Ratchet the Hatchet had come through as only he could. Sideswipe was fine now.
With a deep intake Sunstreaker continued into the empty wash wracks and stalked to the one in the very middle. Thermal heating from the volcano was a wonderful thing. The hot water never ran out and this particular stall could reach the highest temperatures. Sunstreaker arranged his various care and shine products onto the shelf beside the wash controls to his liking before he reached for the controls.
The water snapped on, heating almost immediately and Sunstreaker offlined his optics with a grateful hum, his face upturned into the spray. Slowly, in increments, the tension bled from his frame, leaving the normally proud warrior slumped with weariness. He wasn’t tired. Just… stressed. Stressed and in desperate need of a distraction.
Blindly reaching for the soft washing cloth placed with his cleanser, Sunstreaker onlined his optics and stared down at the grime and horrid scratches and dents that littered his frame. How he loathed looking less than perfect when it wasn’t necessary and it was with a dissatisfied frown that he got to work, lathering the cloth and scrubbing at his frame. The grime came off fairly easy, but the dents and scratches made him grimace. He would need to see Hatchet tomorrow… Or maybe (he refused to think hopefully) tonight. He quickly dispelled that thought. No matter how he wanted to curl up along his twin’s powerful frame, Sideswipe needed rest.
The elegant faceplates became distracted, optics dimming as harsh scrubbing began to soften to light brushes across heat-sensitized armor. He shivered slightly, his mind wandering.
Sideswipe, had he not been laid up in the medical bay under Ratchet’s tender mercies, would have wanted to celebrate their victory and work off the extra adrenaline. And when Sideswipe was keyed up… Interesting things happened.
A small whine built in the back of the golden warrior’s throat as he leaned back against the wall, the cloth now tracing and brushing with a purpose as he could easily place. The cloth was quickly forgotten, dropped to the tiled floor with a splat as one hand ruthlessly dug into his side, searching for the right cluster of wires and the other reached to detach the nozzle on the showerhead. He palmed his interface panel, gasping quietly at the reverberations through the thinner plating and he allowed it to retract without much of a struggle.
Elegant, artist digits dipped down, stroking once over the straining spike housing, making his vents hitch slightly before traveling further to trace around his already opened valve. Sunstreaker hissed, feeling the lubricants produced by his valve trickle out to mingle with the cleanser trickling down his frame from the showerhead. He groaned, dipping one finger barely past the rim and rubbing, his hips jumping automatically into the touch. He pulled his digit out, bracing his legs apart and his back on the wall, maneuvering the nozzle between spread golden thighs.
He cried out, clapping a hand over his mouth, biting at his knuckles as the hard jet of the spray is suddenly bombarding his valve with sensation. The flexible grasping of the intimate metal could be felt as a building heat, as Sunstreaker angled the jet spray to hit the very deepest nodes in his valve. The feeling of the propelled water slamming against his ceiling node, and then cycling down in a soft flow out of his valve, carrying lubricants with it.
Sunstreaker’s first true moan escaped his control and echoed back at him from the walls of the empty wash room. The pressure was building, it was close…
He flicked the spray control, the spray becoming a soft patter that barely put any pressure on his valve and he keened. He was no longer following his conscious control. In his mind, all he could see was what his brother would do to him; hear his brother’s voice…
“Not that fast, Sunny. Slow it down, enjoy it. I want to see you undone…”
Pants came in quick succession, as Sunstreaker amped the spray again, aiming it only at the rim of his valve. He gasped, valve flexing on nothing. Sunstreaker groaned, angling the stream inside his valve once more, turning the spray down, his charge climbing steadily higher. It was maddeningly erotic, feeling the water swirl and ebb inside of him, tickling over charged nodes that tried to cycle down on the liquid. The charge was almost unbearable now, and he angled the nozzled to aim right at the back of his valve and turned the jet all the way up. The powerful stream of water struck the heated node at the top of his valve and his helm flew back, baring his throat as it threw him into a hard overload and he bit into his knuckles to keep from screaming.
He was only barely coming down from his high, static receding from his optical feed, when a low, menacing growl filled the wash wracks. There was no time to react before a strong frame was pressing him into the wall, denta biting into his neck and two digits in his valve, pumping eagerly and scissoring. It was only mere moments later that his second overload followed on the heels of the first. His cry was swallowed by a hungry mouth, glossa pushing past his lips and muffling his sounds of pleasure. His digits dug into black shoulders, even as he recognized and writhed under, his brother.
“Sideswipe…” He panted the moment his twin pulled away and he wound down some.
Sideswipe wasn’t looking at him though. His gaze was focused on his lubricant covered fingers, a small smirk forming on the beautiful lipplates. “You just couldn’t wait for me, Sunbeam.”
He tensed at the nickname, mouth turning down sharply at the edges and ready to snap off a retort… When the two lube covered digits were shoved into his mouth and wiggled against his glossa. Almost immediately, irritation bled into reawakened lust. His mouth sealed around the fingers and he sucked at his own lubricant, glossa working over his brothers digits.
“Good boy.” Sideswipe purred, his engine rumbling in lust. He pulled his servo back, chuckling at the small whine from his normally composed brother.
The black servo trailed down the trembling side to grasp behind the golden knee. He yanked up, hooking Sunstreaker’s knee over his hip, his panel sliding aside to reveal an already pressurized spike. He leaned in fully, his chassis pinning his brother to the slick wall. Sunstreaker’s own servos scrabbled at his brother’s plating as the blunt tip of the thick spike bumped his valve opening. He sighed a shaky intake into Sideswipe’s shoulder.
“You put on one pit of a show, Sunny.” Sideswipe breathed, nipping lightly at a helm fin, delighting in the soft groan. “I got hard just watching you overload yourself with the shower head. So pretty when you writhe. Even prettier when you writhe for me. So,” Sideswipe suddenly thrust sharply up, sinking himself into the wet heat of his twin. “Writhe for me.”
Sunstreaker arched, back bowing with his sharp cry that seemed to echo forever. His twin wasn’t gentle, his hips pistoning into Sunstreaker in a steady rhythm of pull, thrust and grind that had Sunstreaker a squirming mess. The crimson warrior pressed in tight, limiting Sunstreaker’s movement against the wall and stilled. He ignored his own need and his brother’s desperate whine, letting the charge cool before he started again. He did this twice more, shoving desperately into his brother and as soon as Sunstreaker begin to writhe in earnest and his valve convulsed in preoverload charge he would stop. He was waiting. Waiting for something so rare, that it was almost impossible to coax from the proud frontliner.
He wanted his brother to beg.
“Come on, Sunbeam.” Sideswipe groaned, not sure how much longer he was going to be able to last. “Come on, I want to hear you.” He stilled once more, legs shaking with the need to overload.
That seemed to be Sunstreaker’s breaking point, solidified by his helm clanging against the stall wall. “PLEASE!! Sideswipe, need you, want you! Please, I need it!” Sideswipe wouldn’t be surprised if Sunstreaker’s voice could be heard outside the washwracks. “Let me overload!”
Sideswipe growled, engine revving hard and he let his control slip, grabbing his twin’s other leg and jerking it over his hip as well, pleased when Sunstreaker wrapped both legs around him. He let go, his hips jabbing forward as he drove his spike into his brother, the sucking depths of his golden twin drawing him deeper. And Sunstreaker was tight. He always was. And it was so Primus. Fragging. Perfect!
Sunstreaker, for his part, twisted and writhed, keeping up a loud mantra of pleas. Some part of Sideswipe was amused and wondered if Sunstreaker realized just how loud he was when he was being fragged. The rest of him was focused on the rising charge in his circuits and the warmth of his brother’s frame.
Suddenly, Sunstreaker’s back bowed, pushing him from the wall and he cried out, Sideswipe’s servo clamping over his mouth and muffling his keening cry. Sideswipe thrust into the spasming valve, his hips jerking once, twice and once more before he stiffened with a soft groan, overloading into his brother.
They held still for several moments before Sideswipe softened against his twin, and gently slid to the floor, grabbing the discarded shower head and running the water over them. The good thing about living in a volcano? You never ran out of hot water. Sunstreaker squirmed a little, snuggling into his brother, forgetting to be indifferent in his post-coital haze. Sideswipe purred, scraping his denta gently against his brother’s finial vent. ::So hot, Sunshine. And mine.::
“Once in awhile, glitch.” Sunstreaker mumbled, content. Then he sighed. “Don’t scare me like that again…”
Sideswipe pressed a chaste kiss to his brother’s cheek, soothing the preciously hidden tight knot of fear in his brother’s spark. “Sorry, little brother. No more Stunticon ball.”
“Good.” Sunstreaker growled, squeezing at his twin’s aft and snicker at the surprised yelp. “Come on, bit brain. Now I gotta get all this red off of me!”
Sideswipe just snorted, watching as his brother sat up and grabbed the solvent. :: Love you too, Sunbeam. Love you too. ::
- End