10 Snuggles - Chocolate - Having A Taste
Alrighty, here's the second one. Prompt 8: Chocolate.
Jazz finds out the physical benefits of chocolate from a very buzzed Bumblebee. Rated NC-17 for some smexy scenes.
Having A Taste
Bumblebee had seen Sam do it several times, but never until now had it occurred to him to ask the boy exactly why he did it - or more precisely, why that particular item. So once they’d dropped Mikaela off at her house and started down the road to Sam’s home, Bumblebee fired up his vocalizer.
“Why chocolate?” he asked.
Sam nearly choked on his can of Mountain Dew at the sudden random question and gave Bumblebee a look. “What do you mean?”
“Why do you give Mikaela chocolate all the time?”
The boy thought for a good long moment on what approach would be best to take with this particular line of questioning. “Well… chocolate’s kinda complicated. I mean apart from the obvious tasting good, there are other perks.”
“Like what?”
Sam sighed. This was going to be a long ride home.
… By the time Bumblebee returned to the base, it was considerably late and he was considerably - and strangely - wound up. Sam had decided to give him a quick wash when they’d reached the Witwicky house, and Bumblebee had taken this time to look up more of the properties of chocolate since Sam had been rather vague about its attributes. The results were - interesting to say the least.
Taste was the one sense humans and Autobots did not share, the latter simply being incapable of doing such a thing since they lacked the proper sensory organ for it. Nevertheless, on the drive back to base, Bumblebee had wondered what it would be like to taste, to be able to feel pleasure through taste, and not surprisingly, his thoughts had turned to a particular Solstice and what it would probably be like to taste HIM.
The Camaro nearly broke into a run once he was through the main doors and had transformed to his robot mode, but forced himself to remain composed. After all, it just wouldn’t do for him to lose control, grab his companion and reduce him to a quivering wreck right there in the front hall. Bumblebee was a lot of things, but he had yet to add exhibitionist to the list.
Moving further inside, he still hadn’t spotted his target, which was strange considering it wasn’t all that late yet. However, stranger things had happened and after giving the room a final sweep, he headed to his companion’s room, all but buzzing in anticipation…
… Jazz lay on his side in his bunk in a comfortable recharge cycle, slightly worn out from the day’s activities which basically included lots of driving and chauffeuring people around, from Sam’s mother to Sgt Epps. He’d wanted to wait around for Bumblebee to get back, but Ratchet had taken one look at him and ordered him to his berth or face being tranquilized if he didn’t go willingly.
Suffice it to say Jazz wasn’t so stupid as to call Ratchet’s bluff.
He was vaguely aware of a soft hiss and a slight clinking of metal before he felt a comfortable and familiar weight press against him, gently pushing him further into the soft padding of the bunk. There was a faint static in the air that seemed to be emanating from the other mech and Jazz couldn’t help but grin to himself, still half in recharge. Bumblebee was back and quite literally buzzed.
“Did Sam do something to you, or are you just happy to see me?” he asked the mech that was half-beside him and half-on top of him.
“Perhaps a little bit of both,” Bumblebee purred. “We talked about chocolate.”
“Chocolate?”
“Yes. Apparently it’s quite a versatile substance.”
Jazz’s optics brightened a little as he woke himself up, wondering how talking about a type of human food had managed to get his companion so wound up. “Should I ask how versatile?” He twitched as Bumblebee’s fingers started to play on his armor.
“Humans like to use it as a spread.”
“Uh huh.” Jazz tried to move, but found himself trapped, the yellow mech draped along the length of his body, effectively pinning him to the berth.
Bumblebee began gently stroking his armor, sending Jazz’s sensor net screaming online in a hurry and causing the mech to let out a soft moan of encouragement despite himself. Not that Bumblebee needed any more encouragement. His fingers trailed gentle fire down Jazz’s arms, torso and legs, alternating smooth strokes with soft massages till the Solstice was squirming beneath him in pleasure.
“Sometimes they like to spread it on each other,” he said as he leaned over Jazz again, feeling the white mech tremble in his arms.
“Yeah?” was all Jazz was able to manage, running his hands down Bumblebee’s legs.
He let out a light yelp when Bumblebee caught hold of his hands and held them down to the berth, feeling the other mech’s facial plates brushing his audio receptor and shivering at the touch.
“Imagine if we were human Jazz,” he murmured. “I could spread that chocolate over your body.”
Jazz let out a lust-filled moan, body squirming just at the way Bumblebee said those words to him. By the Allspark, Jazz could imagine it, could imagine soft, fleshy hands gliding over even softer skin, touching him and driving him crazy with desire.
“Sounds nice,” he rasped. “But how would you get it off?”
One of Bumblebee’s hands came up to fondle one of Jazz’s “horns”. “How do you think, Jazz?”
“S’not fair, asking me to think when you’re driving me crazy like this.”
Gentle pulses of heat shot into Jazz’s body and he arched off the berth with another groan, his sensor net magnifying the effect to the point where he almost begged Bumblebee to bring him to an overload just so he could have some sort of release, but Bumblebee was far too experienced at this sort of thing to let it come to an end so quickly.
The Camaro’s radio clicked on and a song played softly over his speakers, right into Jazz’s audios. The song itself was enough to make Jazz shiver hard, but to hear Bumblebee croon those words along with the music was enough to set him whimpering with longing.
“Let me lick you up and down till you say stop,” Bumblebee purred with the lyrics. “Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. ‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you.”
“Aw man, Bee…” Jazz’s vocalizer hitched.
“Shh Jazz,” he soothed.
His hands caressed the white armor beneath him, watching with a mixed expression of fondness and lust as that body writhed in almost physical bliss. Oh yes, his Jazz was a beautiful work of engineering, capable of such grace and agility. It was a pity he didn’t have a tongue like humans did, because yes, had they been human…
“I’d be licking chocolate off of your body right now,” he said.
Jazz wasn’t sure if he could take anymore. The physical sensations plus the mental image of a human Bumblebee running a moist tongue over his own human torso was almost too much for him to deal with. Unable to vocalize in English anymore, he resorted to Cybertronian, resulting in a soft, metallic keening from somewhere deep within his systems
Pale blue tendrils of energy danced over his frame, some of them diffusing into Bumblebee and carrying with them the sensations Jazz was currently feeling. The yellow mech doubled over, clutching at the white with a cry of his own as his body responded to the sudden influx of energy with its own physical electricity.
Knowing both of them were close to an overload anyways, Bumblebee pressed his forehead to Jazz’s, willing his thoughts and images into the other mech’s mind, to show him how much he loved him and cared for him, and how much he drove him crazy with desire for him. Jazz countered - albeit weakly - with much of the same, until one image from Bumblebee sent him spasming into an overload.
A kiss, a human-styled kiss where mouths met, lips melded and tongues entwined around each other’s. The image was vivid enough that Jazz could almost feel the softness and moistness caressing him.
The sudden burst of energy from Jazz slammed into Bumblebee and triggered his own overload, the yellow mech clinging to the white as electric blue tendrils wrapped them in their coils, assaulting their sensors with raw pleasure and reinforcing the bond of companionship the two shared with each other.
Finally, as the coils faded and systems began to cool, Bumblebee released his death grip on Jazz’s armor and moved to the mech’s side, enveloping him in a firm, but gentle hug. Jazz snuggled close to the yellow bot, panting lightly as his body worked hard to supply his heated systems with coolant and cooled air. He reached up and ran a clawed finger gently along the other’s cheek.
“Bumblebee,” he said softly, as he was pulled back into a recharge
“Hmm?” came the reply, the mech already dozing off
“No more chocolate for you.”
~END.