TF: Taking Advantage
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Ironhide/Optimus Prime
Summary: So many Decepticon attacks and not enough time to relax have left Optimus highly strung. Ironhide is just glad to see that Optimus is beginning to relax.
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: Look Ma, I’m writing again.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Primus, don’t do that to a mech!” Ironhide exclaimed, hand resting on his windscreen as though he could stop the frantic pulsing of his spark by touch alone. The twinkling in Optimus’ optics didn’t bode well and he almost growled.
“Oh, Ironhide.” He swore Optimus was smirking under that mask. “You aren’t going to die of spark failure just because I did that.”
“Wanna bet.” Ironhide grumbled, but he straightened and favored Optimus with a glare. “An’ just what was that fer anyways?”
“Because I wanted to?” All right, now Ironhide was sure Optimus was smirking under that mask.
“Yer playful today.”
“And?”
“And nothin’, was jus’ commenting on the fact.” In truth, it had been far too long since he’d seen Optimus quite this playful. Too many months of Decepticon attacks had taken a toll on all of them, Optimus worst of all. And there had been little Ironhide could do about it. He’d spent more time in the medbay than Sunstreaker and Sideswipe combined, which was saying something given their recent ‘practicing’ of Jet Judo.
“Well then.” Oh, Optimus was definitely smirking under that mask. He stepped closer to Ironhide again and tweaked a wire in the other’s hip. Ironhide jerked again, squeaking involuntarily as his systems registered the tug on the wire. Unfortunately for Ironhide (and as Optimus well knew), that particular wire just caused a pleasurable sensation in his systems.
“Yer takin’ advantage of an injured mech.”
“Hardly. You were released from the med bay yesterday. Ratchet would not have cleared you if you were injured in any way.”
“A’right, yer taking advantage of a convalescing mech.” It was hard to pout when all you wanted to do was grin. It was so nice to see Optimus being playful. Things had been quiet for a couple of days, and it seemed that Optimus was finally beginning to relax without the constant fighting.
“And if I am?” Letting his hands wander over Ironhide’s frame, Optimus pulled the smaller mech towards him, wrapping his arms around him.
“Well then if ya are, I think I might jus’ let ya.”
Series: G1
Pairings: Ironhide/Optimus Prime
Summary: So many Decepticon attacks and not enough time to relax have left Optimus highly strung. Ironhide is just glad to see that Optimus is beginning to relax.
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: Look Ma, I’m writing again.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Primus, don’t do that to a mech!” Ironhide exclaimed, hand resting on his windscreen as though he could stop the frantic pulsing of his spark by touch alone. The twinkling in Optimus’ optics didn’t bode well and he almost growled.
“Oh, Ironhide.” He swore Optimus was smirking under that mask. “You aren’t going to die of spark failure just because I did that.”
“Wanna bet.” Ironhide grumbled, but he straightened and favored Optimus with a glare. “An’ just what was that fer anyways?”
“Because I wanted to?” All right, now Ironhide was sure Optimus was smirking under that mask.
“Yer playful today.”
“And?”
“And nothin’, was jus’ commenting on the fact.” In truth, it had been far too long since he’d seen Optimus quite this playful. Too many months of Decepticon attacks had taken a toll on all of them, Optimus worst of all. And there had been little Ironhide could do about it. He’d spent more time in the medbay than Sunstreaker and Sideswipe combined, which was saying something given their recent ‘practicing’ of Jet Judo.
“Well then.” Oh, Optimus was definitely smirking under that mask. He stepped closer to Ironhide again and tweaked a wire in the other’s hip. Ironhide jerked again, squeaking involuntarily as his systems registered the tug on the wire. Unfortunately for Ironhide (and as Optimus well knew), that particular wire just caused a pleasurable sensation in his systems.
“Yer takin’ advantage of an injured mech.”
“Hardly. You were released from the med bay yesterday. Ratchet would not have cleared you if you were injured in any way.”
“A’right, yer taking advantage of a convalescing mech.” It was hard to pout when all you wanted to do was grin. It was so nice to see Optimus being playful. Things had been quiet for a couple of days, and it seemed that Optimus was finally beginning to relax without the constant fighting.
“And if I am?” Letting his hands wander over Ironhide’s frame, Optimus pulled the smaller mech towards him, wrapping his arms around him.
“Well then if ya are, I think I might jus’ let ya.”