30 Days of Porn - Day 05: Heat
Title: To The Rescue
Continuity: G1
Warnings: crack, comedy, smutty (tactile, implied plug’n’play)
Pairing: Wheeljack/Sideswipe
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Summary: It was either freezing to death, or…
Prompt: Heat (prompted by artemis10002000)
Beta: ultharkitty
Note: Written for Day 05 of the 30 Days of Porn Meme.
Set during Fire on the Mountain. :)
To The Rescue
Heat radiated from their frames. It threatened to melt the ice cave; the improvised shelter from the raging storm outside which drowned out their muffled sounds of pleasure.
They couldn’t lie on the ground or against the walls. Not unless they wanted to be imprisoned in the eternal ice of the planet’s pole - like Skyfire, who they’d tried to rescue…
Sideswipe shivered. This was ridiculous.
His hands stopped paying attention to the other’s winglets and round windshield, and settled on the waist. The two mechs held themselves upright, their legs weak from the surging, prickling charge.
“This was a stupid idea…” Sideswipe said, hoarse with static.
A few breems ago, it had been a choice between freezing to death or heating their frames - which meant, in other words, interfacing.
It had been Wheeljack’s idea. Of course, the engineer always had such ridiculous ideas… And it didn’t help at all that he apparently knew exactly where to touch.
They had agreed on no plugging in, just touching to keep their body temperatures up until the storm ended, and this, too, was ridiculous.
Their energy fields had long mingled to one, pulsing around them, pleasurable, tickling, teasing. It drove Sideswipe insane, and his fingers tightened around the other’s waist.
Wheeljack’s vents stuttered, the vocal indicators flickered brightly as he laughed. “We haven’t exploded yet…”
Sideswipe needed a moment until the words made sense to his by pleasure-tranquilised processor, then he muttered against the other’s neck cables. “Hmpf… doesn’t feel like it…”
Another intense shudder surged through his frame when the throbbing energy around them increased for an instant. He moaned, and fingers tentatively groped for Wheeljack’s interface panel. The engineer quivered at the touch.
“I thought you didn’t wanna plug in.” Wheeljack’s voice was amused beneath the static, and Sideswipe huffed.
This had been another stupid idea, and in fact, it had been Sideswipe’s…
The red mech revved his engine. “Forget what I said before.” And the touch at the panel became firmer.
Continuity: G1
Warnings: crack, comedy, smutty (tactile, implied plug’n’play)
Pairing: Wheeljack/Sideswipe
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Summary: It was either freezing to death, or…
Prompt: Heat (prompted by artemis10002000)
Beta: ultharkitty
Note: Written for Day 05 of the 30 Days of Porn Meme.
Set during Fire on the Mountain. :)
To The Rescue
Heat radiated from their frames. It threatened to melt the ice cave; the improvised shelter from the raging storm outside which drowned out their muffled sounds of pleasure.
They couldn’t lie on the ground or against the walls. Not unless they wanted to be imprisoned in the eternal ice of the planet’s pole - like Skyfire, who they’d tried to rescue…
Sideswipe shivered. This was ridiculous.
His hands stopped paying attention to the other’s winglets and round windshield, and settled on the waist. The two mechs held themselves upright, their legs weak from the surging, prickling charge.
“This was a stupid idea…” Sideswipe said, hoarse with static.
A few breems ago, it had been a choice between freezing to death or heating their frames - which meant, in other words, interfacing.
It had been Wheeljack’s idea. Of course, the engineer always had such ridiculous ideas… And it didn’t help at all that he apparently knew exactly where to touch.
They had agreed on no plugging in, just touching to keep their body temperatures up until the storm ended, and this, too, was ridiculous.
Their energy fields had long mingled to one, pulsing around them, pleasurable, tickling, teasing. It drove Sideswipe insane, and his fingers tightened around the other’s waist.
Wheeljack’s vents stuttered, the vocal indicators flickered brightly as he laughed. “We haven’t exploded yet…”
Sideswipe needed a moment until the words made sense to his by pleasure-tranquilised processor, then he muttered against the other’s neck cables. “Hmpf… doesn’t feel like it…”
Another intense shudder surged through his frame when the throbbing energy around them increased for an instant. He moaned, and fingers tentatively groped for Wheeljack’s interface panel. The engineer quivered at the touch.
“I thought you didn’t wanna plug in.” Wheeljack’s voice was amused beneath the static, and Sideswipe huffed.
This had been another stupid idea, and in fact, it had been Sideswipe’s…
The red mech revved his engine. “Forget what I said before.” And the touch at the panel became firmer.