Ratchet's at the Carwash!
A little oneshot I wrote, I hope you enjoy.
Title: Ratchet's at the Carwash!
Chapter: Oneshot
Fandom: Transformers (Movies)
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters but I do own the plot bunny. Transformers does not belong to me although I wish it did.
Pairings: Ratchet/Sam
Rating: NC-17 for Ratchet's overload.
Summery: Ratchet it overworked and stressed so Optimus asked Sam to look after the Medic for a day...
The days in and out were weary on the CMO's circuits. Sighing; Ratchet settled back on his shocks for a much needed recharge. Stretching as much as possible whilst in his alt form; whirs and clicks filing through his interior as his intakes whirred in semblance of a yawn.
"Ratchet?" Sam asked softly as he saw the CMO was the only Autobot left at the base. The green and red Rescue Hummer shifted on his wheels and sank lower to find more comfort. Mumbles of Cybertronian filing the hanger as Ratchet struggled to wake up from his peaceful recharge. Sam giggled as he was sure he heard Ratchet's intakes shuddering in semblance of soft snores.
"Frag!" Ratchet swore as he woke up suddenly and found no Autobot signal within his scanners' range.
"I knew I should have woken earlier." Ratchet mumbled to himself; the last thing Ratchet expected was an answer to his musings. Well he got one.
"Don't worry Ratchet. They left for an important meeting and Optimus called this morning to ask if I would look after you." Sam replied, chucking at Ratchet's stunned expression.
"They left me here?" Ratchet asked. "Who the frag is going to look after them if an injury occurs?" Now the Field Medic was beginning to worry. Only to be startled by hands brushing his hood in a comforting manner.
"Relax Ratchet. Optimus can take care of them for a few hours." Sam soothed the wound up Hummer. Ratchet's engine purred in contentment at gentle fingers caressing his armor. Sam smiled gently at the Autobot Medic's reaction; if he enjoyed a simple touch then how was he going to react to what Sam had been asked to do for him?
"Optimus asked me to make you relax, you are over worked and tired. It's just you and me today Ratchet and I am treating you to a wash and an interior rub down. So just park over there," Sam indicated to a spot in the hanger where buckets and sponges, polish and leather treatment had been laid out for 'Spoil Ratchet Day'.
Ratchet moved forward hesitantly; he had heard that both Bumblebee and Ironhide muttering about how good it felt to be washed but Ratchet hadn't had any experience with this so called 'wash day' and he could most certainly keep himself clean. Although just the memory of Sam's gentle hands on his sensitive armor; filled with pleasure; he moved forward without hesitation, even bouncing happily on his shocks.
"Alright Ratchet just relax, I promise that I'll be gentle." Sam declared; eyes dancing with mirth at Ratchet's barely subdued bounces of excitement. He knew 'Bee loved to be scrubbed and polished so he could treat the over worked, tired Medic to a nice relaxing time. What he didn't count on was that Ratchet's armor was a thousand times more sensitive than Bumblebee's and Ironhide's.
Ratchet bit back a curse as the pleasant sensation of luke warm water washed over his door panel. The sensations sending little pleasant sparks through his circuits. His engine hummed as the water continued to wash over his alt form.
"You okay there Ratchet?" Sam asked as he got the soft sponge and dipped it into the bucket filled worth soapy water. He heard several clicks of Cybertronian before Ratchet's voice drifted from the radio.
"I'm okay, please carry on." Ratchet murmured, vocalizer tinged with a pleading tone. Though he was careful not to beg completely. Immediately biting back a whimper as slicker water ran over his armor and sneaking into sensitive spots without much difficulty. That was nothing compared to the sponge as it glided over his armor, soft and tantalizingly teasing. He moaned slightly and pushed back into Sam's touch; wanting more pressure and a firmer touch. He wasn't disappointed as Sam took the hint and scrubbed harder. Standing on a crate for support and added height, Sam leant on Ratchet's hood to scrub at the marks on the windshield.
Ratchet's purring engine revved at the sensation of that soapy sponge against his highly sensitive windshield. Pleasure spiking through him as the sparks intensified over his circuits. He shivered as Sam scrubbed at his headlights at just the right consistency. He probably moaned in undiluted pleasure as Sam scrubbed and cleaned and wiped at his sirens and he had to bite back the inevitable urge to switch on those sirens with alarms blaring loudly to the sound of his pleasure.
"Oh Primus!" Ratchet swore loudly in his native language. Sam had just run the sponge over sensitive wires on his siren; making the red lights flash as he shivered violently.
"It's okay Ratchet, I'll be gentle. Sorry if I hurt you." Sam apologized to the green and red Rescue Hummer. Ratchet wanted to object to that only to find intakes stuttering as Sam rubbed a his incredibly sensitive antenna, the boy thought it hurt so the touches turned soft and teasing almost making Ratchet whine in frustration. The need to release the energy that built up in his circuits was overwhelming and with a just a few touches. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't felt the touch of another Cybertronian in a long time...
"Alright Ratchet, I'm going to tend to your wheels." Sam said as clambered from the Hummer's roof and back onto the ground. He knew 'Bee told him that he was sensitive on his wheels as were most Cybertronians so he thought he would warn Ratchet first. He got a noncommittal reply; frowning when he thought he what sounded like a whimper and moan combined. He shrugged and bent down as soft brush in his hand as he set out to make the Hummer's tires shine.
"Right there, Primus don't stop!" Ratchet yelled softly, engine purring deeper and sending pleasant vibrations through his armor. His intakes hitched sharply as Sam found a very sensitive spot. Ratchet lifted himself as best as could to press harder against those tantalizing strokes. He could already feel transfluid leaking from his undercarriage. Sam went on with his scrubbing and obliging Ratchet, scrubbing extra hard at the spot the Hummer was indicating to him. As he came to fourth tire he felt the Hummer's whole frame shudder beneath him; he hesitated but continued when he heard a warning growl. Smiling at the loud rev that Ratchet's engine gave, 'Bee also did it sometimes and it was a clear indication that the Autobot let himself go and just enjoy the sensations. He dipped the sponge in a special solution and pulled the bucked closer to the side of the Hummer and climbed shifted beneath the undercarriage.
"I'm sorry Ratchet, did I hurt you?" Sam said concerned as he noticed what looked like a small puddle of lubricant, fluid or oil; he couldn't tell. He brought the sponge to the area and rubbed gently; drawing what sounded like a high keening from Ratchet.
"I'm fine Sam, p-please don't stop." Ratchet pleaded; never expecting the little human to climb beneath his undercarriage and tease the most sensitive part of his anatomy in his alt form. He hissed and swore colorfully as Sam scrubbed around the area causing transfluid to leak at a faster pace. Sam either didn't seem to notice or didn't care. Ratchet felt his circuits tingle with the impending overload and his whole frame shuddered as the charge build and build until it was released. Pleasure shot through him, making his circuits reel at the sensations that sparked through his processor and even reflected in his spark as it shuddered in it's casing with the pleasure. High keening sounds spilled from his radio as he rocked on his wheels with the intensity of the overload. Slipping into recharge easily in order to get his systems to reboot again.
"Primus, that was good." He mumbled as he came out of his post-cotial haze; his processor slow and lazy as a final shudder ran through him. He was aware of Sam close to his hood again and his sensors picked up a chemical substance that had a pleasant smell. He shivered as his over sensitized armor was assaulted again with pleasurable touches.
"Good, because I'm not done. We still need to polish you and treat your leather interior." Sam said happily as he continued to apply the polish, aping careful attention to Ratchet's Autobot symbols on his door panels.
"Primus help me!" Ratchet moaned as he felt another charge flitting through his already sensitized circuits. Oh no it didn't stop there at the end of the day Ratchet was deep in recharge after three more overloads and as relaxed as he was going to get. Sam smiled at the green and red Hummer, tired himself as he wiped away the last of the leather treatment and just laid on the seats. Yawning he closed his eyes for a little rest and promptly fell into a deep sleep.
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"Well it looks like your plan worked." Optimus said to his youngest recruit; 'Bee smiled at his leader at the praise and heard Ironhide whisper to Optimus.
"Lucky slagger." Ironhide murmured.
"Maybe this will calm his temper in the med bay." Ironhide added hopefully, Optimus was about to reply when Ratchet's gruff voice filled the hanger.
"I'll make sure to treat you real good next time I see you Ironhide; now shut the frag up Sam is sleeping." Sarcasm dripping from every word as Ratchet shifted on his wheels and sank lower on his shocks before slipping into recharge again. A hidden smile, wicked in promise of pain.
"Oh, frag. Me and my big mouth." Ironhide said.
"We don't have mouths Ironhide." Prime said confused before shrugging at his Weapons Specialist's grumbling and leaving for the rec room; Bumblebee walking behind him; desperately trying to hide his snickering.
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All done; please review if you liked itm I'd really apreciate it.