TF: Flying High
Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Thundercracker/Skywarp
Summary: Skywarp’s bored. Thundercracker is on patrol. Skywarp is horny. Thundercracker is on patrol. What’s a bored, horny Seeker to do?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting Saturday 26th February prompt - Communication link sex.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 1
Time: 1 hour approximately
“Tee-Cee...” Thundercracker almost groaned as Skywarp’s voice came over his commline.
“What?” He answered a little sharply, really not wanting to deal with Skywarp while he was on patrol. Especially when the teleporter started off with that whiny needy tone.
“I’m bored.”
“And I’m on patrol.”
“I know, that’s why I thought I’d comm you.”
“’Warp… I’m on patrol.”
“And I’m bored. You’re not here.”
“That’s because I’m on patrol.” Thundercracker was surprised at how patient he was being.
“I want you.”
“You can’t have me. I’m on patrol.”
“Want to know what I’m doing?”
“What?”
“Do you want to know what I’m doing?” Against his better judgement, Thundercracker couldn’t help but reply in the affirmative.
“I’m lying on our berth… running my hands over my wings.” Thundercracker dropped a little altitude as he imagined the scene.
“’Warp…”
“You’re watching me, I know how you like just watching me tease myself.” Skywarp continued, heedless of Thundercracker’s comment. Thundercracker swore he could actually hear Skywarp’s hands brushing over the smooth metal of his wings.
“I wish I could stretch far enough to reach the tips, because you know how much I like having them played with.”
“I’d do it for you.” Thundercracker butted in.
“You would?” Skywarp practically purred.
“Yeah. I’d… I’d run my hands over your wings until I reached the tips and then I'd squeeze gently, just the way you like it.”
“Oh yeah… you know I like it when you do that.” Skywarp murmured, voice dropping into a lower register. “I’d pull you closer, tracing my fingers around the seams of your cockpit.” Thundercracker’s engine stalled briefly as he imagined fingers on his cockpit.
“I’d grip your wings harder. You always like it rougher than I do.”
“Oh yeah.” Skywarp moaned over the commline. “I’d kiss you, then nibble along your jaw down to your neck. I love nibbling on your neck cables, you make the most wonderful sounds when you do.”
“Frag…” Thundercracker bit out the curse, systems heating at the imagery.
“Yeah… I’d stroke your plating, feel your systems heating up underneath. Then I’d work my way down to your interface panel.”
“’Warp...” Thundercracker was surprised at how erotic the whole conversation was becoming. Skywarp wasn’t unaffected either; Thundercracker could hear his ventilations becoming heavier and more erratic. At least he wasn’t flying!
“I’d take out your plug… tease the tip because I enjoy seeing that look of lust on your face.”
“You do that, then I’ll pin you to the berth and plug in myself!” Thundercracker snapped.
“Oh please.” Skywarp whined.
“I’d leave connecting you for a while, just focus on teasing you more.” Thundercracker continued, voice dropping to a low growl over the commline.
“Yeah… I’d beg you to connect us completely, so that you can feel what you’re doing to me.”
“And what am I doing to you ‘Warp?”
“Heating me up so much… Want to feel you. Want to overload with you.”
“I pull your plug out, stretching the cable just a little, because I know that excites you.”
“Frag, yes.”
“And then I’d plug your cable into my port, slowly, teasing the pins with the connection.”
“Yes…”
“And then I’d slam the plug home.” Skywarp wailed over the commline. Thundercracker shuddered, energy crackling over his frame and a sonic boom echoing in the sky.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“When do you get back?” Skywarp’s voice was weaker, more satisfied.
“Soon.” Not soon enough, Thundercracker thought to himself. He couldn’t wait to finish his patrol now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Did we just see what I think we saw?”
“Ignore it, Spike. It’s probably easier if you forget it.” Bumblebee hastily tried to divert Spike’s attention.
“We did, didn’t we?”
“We just saw Thundercracker overload in mid air, yes.”
“Eeew! Wait, was he like having phone-sex?”
“Phone-sex?” Bumblebee thought about that. Chances are he had been talking with someone over the commline. Cybertronians didn’t just spontaneously overload like that.
“They were totally having phone-sex. That’s just gross.” Spike pretended to make gagging noises. Bumblebee just shook his head. Trust Spike to find the whole idea of Cybertronians interfacing gross. He couldn’t help but admit it had been rather erotic just watching Thundercracker weave across the sky, electricity arcing across his frame. Just imagine if he’d seen the two of them together…