TF: Take A Chance
Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Blaster/Tracks
Summary: There’s so much that Tracks wants to do with Blaster.
Warnings: Sticky
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_rare_pairing June Challenge prompt - "So much that I wanna do/When I dream I'm alone with you"
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Ever since that disastrous mission at the Dancetron, Tracks hadn’t been able to get Blaster out of his processor. At first he’d thought it was just a passing fancy; an attraction based on the fact that Blaster had saved the day and been the hero. But it had been months now, and still the attraction hadn’t faded.
And it probably didn’t help that they were often paired together in the city.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Blaster lay on the berth, optics offline and tapping his hands to a beat only he could hear. Tracks stood at the doorway and watched him for a moment, before moving across to sit on the end of the berth. Blaster onlined his optics.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
“Hello yourself.” Tracks smiled, still not accustomed to Blaster’s many compliments. Strange for a mech so confident (and egotistical) that Blaster’s compliments could make him feel unworthy.
“You look as though you’re planning something.”
“Oh, I am.” Tracks’ smile grew wider and he crawled up the berth, settling easily between Blaster’s legs.
“Something tells me I won’t be complaining.”
“I certainly hope you won’t be.” Tracks leant up to kiss Blaster, hands roaming over the communication officer’s frame.
He kissed his way down Blaster’s chassis, lingering on any spots that made him moan. He took such pleasure in making Blaster writhe and moan. Finally reaching Blaster’s interface panel, he nipped at the seams, smiling to himself as Blaster arched up, retracting the panel and exposing his spike. However, he neglected that for the moment, focussing on Blaster’s valve, glossa rimming the edge of it before dipping inside.
“Tracks…” Blaster hissed his name, hands coming down to grab hold of his helmet in an attempt to pull him up to his spike.
“Patience…” Tracks murmured, pushing his glossa in as far as it would go and swirling it around, feeling Blaster tense as he touched various sensor nodes.
He pulled back, shifting position so he could take Blaster’s spike into his mouth. Blaster arched up with a groan. Tracks teased him mercilessly, and he didn’t care. Especially when Tracks did that little thing with his glossa that made his circuits spark.
Tracks steadied himself, one hand on Blaster’s chestplating, as he lowered himself down on Blaster’s spike. He let out a sigh of contentment as he felt the spike stretch and fill him. Beneath him, Blaster was struggling not to move. Tracks grinned at him and rolled his hips.
They lay together, cuddled close, both coming down from their respective overloads.
“Love you Blaster.” Tracks murmured, nuzzling against Blaster’s chest plating.
“Love ya too Tracks.”
Tracks rolled over and onlined his optics, staring at the empty space on his berth. One day he was going to do more than just dream about what he wanted to do to Blaster. One day he would actually do it.