Twitches and Teasing

     Smokescreen knows only the basics about the mission: it’s somewhere in “South America” and it should be an empty energon mine. The goal is just to check in and make sure that none of the ‘cons have decided to start up the operation again. If they haven’t, that gives Team Prime just a little bit more energon they could add to their resources. Of course, that means paying attention to easily and already mined energon.

     Not that Smokescreen can do that—not right now, at least. He’s more distracted by his relationship with Bumblebee. He hasn’t been with Team Prime long, and while he knows he annoys them often enough (Smokescreen is trying not to be embarrassed about that) he’s close with Bumblebee. He’d call them good friends by now. Except, Bee has been a bit more touchy than usual.

     He’s no stranger to friendly casual touches. Back in Iacon, his team were really good friends, often hugged, high fived, patted each other as they passed, and while eagerly waiting for some action, they’d pile up and sleep or talk or watch whatever someone had on their datapads.

     But he doesn’t have that with Bee. Maybe if Smokescreen is lucky, they’ll wrestle or pat each other on the back for a job well done, but not whatever this is. This being slow touches up the arm and lingering in his personal space. This is new, and he’s not sure what to think of it. Bumblebee probably just feels more comfortable around Smokescreen. Which, score!—Smokescreen’s been wanting to be better friends with everyone. It makes it easier to be part of the team and harder to disappoint anyone, especially Optimus.

     Smokescreen just doesn’t know if Bumblebee’s newfound form of affection is just how he shows his friendship. Smokescreen is trying his hardest to remember if Bee gets like this with Bulkhead or Arcee. Rafael, Jack, and Miko are too small for this to be how Bee touches them. He’s having trouble thinking of be touching anyone like this and it makes him hopeful… And a little charged up.

     He hasn’t had a good frag in a while and Bee is cute, he just doesn’t think Bee is into him. Smokescreen doesn’t want to see things that aren’t there. If he gets himself too charged up thinking of fragging Bee, he’ll make their friendship weird and then Bee will probably think he’s gross and then the rest of Team Prime will probably not want him around anymore and—

     Smokescreen sees Bee flick his wings as he turns around, snapping Smokescreen into reality. A little warmth prickles under his faceplates at the realization that not only was he not focusing on the mission, he was distracted because he was staring at Bee the whole time. Bee had to have noticed.

     Bee whirs in what Smokescreen can only describe as amusement, asking, [Are you-Smokescreen-friend alright?].

     Smokescreen resets his vocalizer as discreetly as possible, hoping to hide any rising indication of embarrassment: “Yeah! Just a, just a little bored,” he tries, “Was hoping for some action. You know, pound some dirty ‘cons into the ground!” He gives a little fist pump and hopes that sells his eagerness for a fight and not a frag.

     Bee shrugs and turns around. He walks a little slower than he was and notes with suspicion, [There are no decepticons-hostile around.]

     Smokescreen sighs, wings drooping slightly, “Well we should look for energon. Better leave nothing for the ‘cons to come for.”

     Bumblebee beeps a little tune of agreement and doesn’t stop walking. Smokescreen considers speeding up his pace a little to walk beside Bee but shamefully decides against it. He has more chances to admire Bee without getting caught like this.

     He does try harder to focus on the mission, but when one of the times he turns away and sees Bee’s wings flick, he can’t help but be distracted again. Bee was probably just stretching his wings or reacting to some stimuli caused by Smokescreen walking behind him. That doesn’t stop Smokescreen from staring, transfixed on every little movement Bee makes. He’s tempted to see what it takes to get those wings to move again.

     Staring, however, gives Smokescreen the chance to see those wings flick again and a few seconds later, again in exactly the same way—in what Smokescreen, a doorwing mech, knows as doorsign for interest. He fails to stop his vents from becoming audible.

     This is when Bumblebee turns around to face him, letting a long drawn-out and sultry beep, teasing Smokescreen by asking, [Are you-Smokescreen-friend alright?]. Bee’s EM field mixes with Smokescreen’s for a brief moment, too, pulling him into a brief trance.

     Smokescreen fails to get his vocalizer to respond, not even with a bleat of static. The idea that Bumblebee is interested in a frag or even a make out or something has him hiking up his charge too quickly for his processor to catch up. Fortunately, he instinctively flicks his wings in a mimic of Bee’s earlier movements.

     He isn’t sure who is going to say something next, but that doesn’t matter, because eradicons quietly come around a corner from further ahead. And then loudly announce their presence by yelling, “Autobots spotted!” and shooting. Don’t forget the shooting bit.

     Smokescreen and Bumblebee duck behind some rocks as the three ‘cons they see start firing at them. Smokescreen and Bee activate their cannons to fire back, aiming for the rocks above in hopes of dropping some on the ‘cons. Smokescreen lands a decent shot to the chassis of one of them and Bee drops a sharp chunk of rock on another.

     Smokescreen takes the initiative to charge ahead. He hears a short chastise from Bee, but he’s already near the ‘cons for it to be effect. He punches one the third eradicon in the face and has to shoot a fourth one. Smokescreen finds that Bee followed charge after him and shoots at the pedes of whoever he can. It’s a tight fight, this part of the mine is a thinner walkway, but a few well placed blows and shots takes out the ‘cons.

     With that resolved, the two of them have to comm Ratchet to let him know that no, it’s not empty.

     “Ugh. I’ll open a ground bridge. It was a slag ending the fight there the first time. We don’t need the two of you losing energon over this. Comm me again when you’re at the entrance,” Ratchet tells them. Bee chirps an affirmative and ends the call.

     Smokescreen thinks there’s a chance it will be a quiet walk back, if there are no ‘cons showing up again. Hopefully, it was just the scout team doing what he and Bumblebee were doing. He’s upset the mood was ruined, but he’s still got a charge to expel and vents to calm down, having worked full time for a fight.

     [You-Smokescreen-friend didn’t say you-Smokescreen-friend were going to charge ahead], Bee scolds.

     Smokescreen’s wings droop at that. Slag, did he ruin it with Bumblebee already? He rushes to defend himself, “Well, we make a good team! Knew we could handle that. We caught those ‘cons off guard!” He hopes he sounds like his usual confident sound (no hint of disappointment here!), and not like some annoying aft. He picks up his wings in appeasement-feigning-confidence and puts a servo behind his helm to look sorry.

     [We do make a good team. Next time: say what you-Smokescreen-friend will do.]

     “Haha, yeah, you got it!”

     He thinks that’s the end of it, but then Bee stops walking in front of him. [Good job, though], he gets from Bumblebee, in the same low, smooth, and flirty tone he got earlier. This causes Smokescreen to shamelessly flick his wings in interest, earning a response from Bee’s own wings.

     He opens his mouth, but Bee cuts him off before he can try. His chirp is a no-nonsense chiding, [Ratchet-medic-friend won’t be happy if we are late-distracted]. Bee’s EM field, though, extends in a tease, pulling into himself quickly so Smokescreen can’t chase it. Smokescreen understands the invitation to come in close and gets rewarded for it with a servo ghosting over one of Smokescreen’s blue stripes.

     He tries to get himself back into order before making it to the entrance for the groundbridge, but whenever he does, Bumblebee gets his attention again. He tries even when they’re inside the groundbridge, but Bee is walking in front of him, catching all of Smokescreen’s attention.

     He tries to stop when they’re talking to Ratchet, reporting no injuries, but he can’t stop himself. He’s too busy thinking of fragging Bee and expelling the charge that’s all over his frame, heating up his array. He follows Bee around like he’s on a leash, and as they leave for the berthrooms, he hears a suffering sigh from Ratchet. Well, it’s just Ratchet. There are worse people to know he’s about to have a frag.

     Following Bee means they end up in his berthroom, which is one of the further ones from the main room, thankfully. Once they’re there, Smokescreen only barely notices Bee’s wings flick sharply before Bee turns around and pulls him to the berth. Smokescreen goes for a kiss before his back hits the bed, too late realizing Bee might not want to. Metal under his lips shift and suddenly he’s kissing Bee. He can’t help the pleased hum he lets out.

     A servo roves around his waist, trying to find the right wires to tug and squeeze. He does the same with his own servos that explore Bumblebee’s back, extremely tempted to stroke those gorgeous doorwings that have been on his mind all day. Not every mech likes wingplay the way he does, so his digits are gently gliding along to test the waters. He’s excited to find the way Bee hitches an invent and presses his wings into Smokescreen’s servos.

     If Smokescreen had ever managed to calm his ventilation system down before now, he’d be loudly reactivating them. Instead, he lets out one shaky exvent as he puts more pressure onto Bee’s wings, earning him a loud rev of Bee’s engine. His own purrs enthusiastically in response, the rumbling sound extending when Bee’s servos grab the sides of Smokescreen’s legs. Bee’s digits dig into Smokescreen’s biolights slightly before easing up so Bee can move their position.

     Smokescreen is ready to spread his legs, but instead Bee stops kissing him so he could sit atop of him. Smokescreen loses hold of Bee’s wings, so he opts for holding onto the side of his waist instead. Bee’s wings are standing tall as he leans backwards to get a good look at Smokescreen. Smokescreen himself is enjoying the view, finding that Bee is extremely beautiful like this on top of him.

     Smokescreen thinks he’s even more gorgeous once Bee opens his array, spike immediately standing tall and proud. I want that, Smokescreen thinks, I want that in me.

     Bumblebee seems to be considering what he wants to do with Smokescreen, aimlessly playing with a wire between his digits as he does so. Smokescreen is about to voice an idea before Bee hums decisively. Slowly, he leans in for a kiss before pushing Smokescreen aside so they can swap positions. A servo slides down to tap over Smokescreen’s closed array, with opens with a snap. His spike pressurizes quickly, already leaking and glowing. Smokescreen’s valve is much the same, lips filling up quickly from the charge.

     Smokescreen moans loudly as Bee swipes a few digits over Smokescreen’s array, but the pressure is minute, and gone as soon as it appeared. Smokescreen ducks his head to watch, hoping Bee will stick a digit into him. Instead, Bee uses takes the lubrication from Smokescreen and sticks into his own valve. Smokescreen whimpers in want, but seeing Bee stick a couple digits inside himself is so hot Smokescreen can’t be mad.

     “Please,” Smokescreen whines. He doesn’t know what to ask for. To touch himself, or Bee, or for Bee to touch him—he’ll take anything. He’s been too charged the whole day, but he doesn’t want to ruin this by annoying Bumblebee.

     Bee responds soothingly, his EM field waves over Smokescreen to comfort and tease him all in one. Bumblebee’s free servo grabs Smokescreen’s helm and guides it into another kiss. Once Smokescreen’s face is against Bee’s, Bee moves his servo to slowly stroke Smokescreen’s spike. Wantonly, Smokescreen is already trying to hump into the movements, but it’s not the friction he needs.

     “Please,” Smokescreen begs, “Can I touch you?”

     Bumblebee laughs and spreads his legs wider in open invitation. Smokescreen goes for Bumblebee’s spike, thumbing under it at his anterior node, too. Bee trembles an invent beneath him, and Smokescreen hears the squelch of digits digging deeper into a valve. Smokescreen tries to rut his spike over Bumblebee’s and is tempted to angle himself, so his anterior node and valve get some friction, too.

     This is when Bumblebee breaks away from their kiss to push Smokescreen back. Dazed, Smokescreen barely realizes that Bumblebee has flipped himself onto his stomach, wings stretching far up and to the sides to accommodate a space Smokescreen should be filling.

      [Smokescreen-friend, frag me already.] Bumblebee demands. Smokescreen’s engine purrs at the way Bumblebee’s beeps lilt in affection when he says his name.

     With a dopey smile Bee can’t see, Smokescreen braces one servo on Bee’s back and one servo on the berth, and slowly pushes his spike in. It takes a lot of restraint to keep himself slow and steady. His charge is high, his spike is pressurized near painfully, and Bumblebee feels so good. He’s barely in and Bumblebee’s calipers are already clenching at him.

     When there’s too much resistance, he pulls out some to slide back in again, going slow to make sure Bee is adjusting properly. It’s a smoother and smoother glide with each passing moment. It’s also very overwhelming. Smokescreen loves to spike mechs as much as anyone else, but he’s obsessed with the feel of a spike inside of him. He’s jealous of Bumblebee and can’t help but imagine what Bee must be feeling.

     Bumblebee drags his attention back with a forceful thrust backwards, causing the two of them to moan. Smokescreen gets the message for what it is, a demand to give more. At a steady pace, he ramps up his thrusts in force and speed, trying to find a rhythm Bee is happy with. Leaning forward, he moves his servos and presses his chassis against Bee’s back. One servo he moves to Bee’s spike, the other is placed lower to stroke Bee’s anterior node.

     This seems to get Bumblebee to his overload, his EM field flaring with his charge. Smokescreen whines, the feeling of Bee overloading beneath him powerful, but not quite enough for Smokescreen to follow. He uses the servo on Bee’s spike to collect some transfluid before moving it to his own anterior node. The lubrication makes it easy for Smokescreen to stroke and pinch his overload. And in a few seconds, Smokescreen’s engines stutter on an overload.

     They stay joined together for a few seconds before Bumblebee gently pushes Smokescreen away with a sigh. Smokescreen moans at the drag, but lets himself easily be moved. Bee flips himself over so he can pull Smokescreen into a gentle kiss, humming from their afterglow. Smokescreen leans forward dazedly and exvents pleasedly.

    “If you’re willing to do this again, think you could frag my valve next time?” Smokescreen asks. Bumblebee laughs.

     [Any way you-Smokescreen-friend want me to.] Bee agrees. [Would you-Smokescreen-friend like to clean up, or wait for round two?]

     Smokescreen hums. He, of course, chooses a round two.