FUCK THE TRUCK

[optout]

WHO: Optimus Prime and WHOEVER
WHERE: City and BEYOND
WHEN: SEX POLLEN TIME
WHAT: This is what you wanted guys the chance to fuck Optimus Fucking Prime. Non smut is available too.
WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT TRUCK FUCKIN


[AROUND THE CITY.]

Something felt off, but it's one of those things where you don't really -know- what's off. You wake up one day and suddenly..you're far more energetic and restless than usual. And it's enough for Optimus to go out and about to wander. Not that it's doing much good--the exercise (if you can call it that) and the change of visual stimuli doesn't do a thing to calm his behavior.

What was this feeling?

It's arousal, Optimus. You know, that thing you absolutely NEVER FEEL because you legit forgot what it's like to do the do.


[WILDCARD]

[I legit forgot all my prompts so if you have something you want to do I'm totally okay with this.]

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CITY

[officerjuicebox]

Okay, enough was enough. He'd... tried to put all this off. And give them both space for what had to have been weeks now. He'd lost count. Hoping in all that time, some of the awkward embarrassment would fade out. Or he'd just plain forget that he'd really enjoyed kissing the bot who had been his partner.

Clearly, avoidance wasn't working.

Time to... suck it up. Be a big bot. And go find Pax-Prime.

(Okay, so the name needed work, but, for now, it served a halfway decent purpose. At least one of them was correct, right?)

What the big bot does not expect is to find his old partner almost immediately after he sets out, leaving his rooms-slash-cave for the first time in a while. He almost bumps right into him, in fact. And ends up looking down at him, awkwardly remember the feel of holding onto him, the way his plating felt, the way--

Hoo boy. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Hey. Um. We gotta... talk."

[optout]

It hurt Optimus to know that Roller was avoiding him again. He couldn't blame him--it was certainly an awkward situation they had to deal with after the party. And he wasn't all that good with bringing up personal things like this.

Maybe he hoped to find Roller out on his patrol. He didn't know, his mind was too consumed by...something. That strange feeling that he couldn't quite place. It was enough to distract him into almost running into Roller, something he silently cursed to himself more.

It's not like him to be so in a daze.

"Roller."

Yes, yes it is, Optimus. Here is your gold star. But there's something humble about it, as if he couldn't have been happier to find him, underneath that stoic voice.

"I was...hoping you'd say that."

It was long overdue, and Optimus missed his friend even more knowing he was back.

[officerjuicebox]

When his old partner almost barrels into him, he puts his hands up, eventually letting them settle on Pax's shoulders. It seemed like a great idea. Up until the contact sends what feels like a jolt of electricity straight through him. A shudder running down his back, making him "inhale" sharply, his optics brightening.

Okay. Weird.

"Yeah. Um. I'm sorry, okay?"

There, he said it. It came out rushed and a little... heated. More than he meant it to. He didn't want to get worked up here. He didn't want to make this an angry conversation. But he suddenly doesn't know what he's feeling. Only that he feels the need to do something he can't really name.

"I'm sorry. I. Don't know what else to say."

[optout]

The feeling is mutual. The moment that Roller touches him, it's like his spark leapt up into his throat. Blue eyes widen, overstimulated and shown by the harsh glow as they look up, meeting the blue optics of his partner.

"Roller. You never had to apologize."

Honestly, they still needed to talk about it, but he never wanted Roller to feel bad. Especially when he hadn't...entirely minded it. Granted it was against his faceplate, and Roller was drunk.

A lot of factors that absolved him of any guilt, in his opinion.

"Say you'll stop avoiding me."

[officerjuicebox]

"Don't I?"

He's not even sure why he asks it. Looking his partner in the optics is... it's like drowning. Something there makes his spark leap, his ventilation system shuddering through him. Heat soon joins it, and, for a crazy instant, it's all he can do not to take Pax by the chin and recreate that stupid, drunken moment on the dance floor.

His hands move even before he realizes it, from shoulders to chest, stepping forward until he's bowed over his partner.

"I... yeah."

It's a lame agreement, but, so close to him, feeling the heat off his frame, the touch of him, it's hard for Roller to think clearly. Right now, he doesn't want to be anywhere but pressed up against his old partner -- held against a wall or the floor or a chair or anything so long as he's held in place by him and--

"Can we." His engine has turned on, hitching a few times. "Can we go. Sit?"

[arnhaid]

It's like a sixth sense. Figuring out when something was wrong with Optimus. Maybe it's a side effect of being so relieved to see him again. Or some old bodyguard instinct. It doesn't really matter. Either way, he's been shadowing Prime for some time now, about as subtle as a brick wall.

But Optimus just... seems too distracted to notice. Maybe something bad happened -- again. Or maybe this is one of those weird "go talk to the planet" things he wasn't allowed to follow on. Too bad, if it was the latter. He was here.

And approaching.

"Hey, Prime. You okay?"

[optout]

Ironhide that's gay.

GOOD THING CYBERTRON KNOWS THIS AND MADE THEM SUPER GAY. Still, something gives away that Ironhide's been tailing him--although he doesn't necessarily mind it. Ironhide had always been a comfort to him. He couldn't really describe it...but that's honestly the best way he can put it.

Yeah, Ironhide speaking up certainly is the sign that gives Optimus the hint he's been being followed. His head turns, looking up and over at his friend who was only a short ways away. Those eyes wide and buzzing with life. Something he really can't say he's felt in a long time.

"Ironhide."

A small huff of relief. "A sight for sore optics, my friend."

[arnhaid]

Wow. Maybe... he was right. Maybe there really is something going on with Prime. That look is different, to say the least. Different and sending a charge through his systems, all of the sudden. His intakes hitch a bit. Which has certainly never happened before when Optimus turned around.

"Yeah?"

He doesn't waste time in standing back where he was. He steps forward, until he's close enough to touch Prime's armor.

And suddenly, it's really hard not to.

"Everything okay?"

[optout]

Oddly enough, it was having the same effect on Prime. Optimus was never one to really be physically intimate, nor did he really process any of that as something that can even HAPPEN. But there's a soft hitch in his own engine the closer Ironhide gets.

Which..causes a hand to go his forehead.

"I'm...I'm not sure, honestly."

A pause.

"I feel...strange.

[arnhaid]

Well, that does it. In Ironhide's mind, anyway. He reaches out to grasp Optimus' wrist, intending just to lead him somewhere. To take him off the street. Anywhere he could sit or something. Where --

... they'd be alone.

He has to stop himself when that thought pops into his head, scowling. "C'mon. We shouldn't be standin' around. Ought to go inside or... something."

His own engine hums a bit louder, and his fingers tighten gently around Prime's wrist. Feeling the hum of energy under the metal.

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot had roamed the outsides of the city for hours now, steam ghosting from his armor in long streams, trailing after the massive wolf-former as he lopes through the ruins. As long as he keeps moving...

As long as he keeps moving then...

Then what?

Heat muddles that line of thought. He's not sure why he's so hot, why he's running, why he's avoiding the main parts of the city.

It's not something he ever really gets to figure out either, because he suddenly catches the scent of someone very, very familiar nearby.

Mind Numbing Arousal + Smell of Optimus Prime = Suddenly Unreasonably Ticked Sixshot.

There's a building collapsing on top of the Prime now as Sixshot takes an impromptu shortcut.

[optout]

Okay, of all the things he expected on this walk, a collapsing building wasn't one of them. And it takes a moment before he can roll out of the way, eyes now wide and alert.

Buildings didn't just collapse. At least not like that. So...

He's searching the vicinity for whatever had been the cause of it. ]

[phase6kindofbot]

Optimus didn't have to look far. Through the thick, dusty haze, two pairs of red eyes light up the dust.

The whirring of a transformation rings out over the debris and Sixshot darts out of the smog with an inhuman snarl, head ducked low with the intention of shoulder-checking the Autobot leader.

[optout]

He sees the lights one second too late, because by then Sixshot is ready to take out that shoulder, and all he can do is react to it. Grabbing the Phase Sixer by the torso, hoping to send them both to the ground.

"SIXSHOT, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!"

Look at him. Look who he's talking to.


He's starting to wonder if this place is making him crazy.

[phase6kindofbot]

"RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Well, he's not got a hold of himself, but he sure has a hold of Optimus!

To the ground they go- and somewhat through it for a good measure, because Sixshot didn't just ram into people, after all. The Prime's warm plating against his felt like some kind of goddamn heaven but that also served to make Sixshot even more angry.

He twists in Optimus's hold on him, trying to get a hand free so that he could land a punch on the damned Autobot leader's face.

City

[pffft]

For the first time in a few weeks, Prowl felt well enough to leave without worrying he'd suddenly start bleeding energon out of his eyes. His thoughts didn't throb with the painful void of the gestalt, the absence of the five other voices that he'd never thought he'd need.

He admittedly was feeling better after accepting whatever help the medics could provide, even if he hated showing an ounce of vulnerability. Still, his head was clearer, even with the yellow dusting sending tingles of charge through his frame.

Compared to the mindfuck he'd gone through for the last year or so, it was a minor nuisance, at worst. He specifically avoids known Autobot outposts, preferring the quiet isolation of the blasted out buildings.

[optout]

Prowl was not someone he expected to run into (so soon) on a city patrol. While he knew the Autobot liked to keep up to date on things, often personally, he was told that he had been in rehabilitation since his journey out with Verity (don't even get him started on everything wrong with that. He'll be here all day). Still, when he spots him...

He has to check up on him.

Contrary to Prowl's popular belief (popular only to Prowl), he did care about his second in command, despite it all. And that included now. His systems, while somewhat abnormal, were at the very least of his problems.

"Prowl."

Just...casual acknowledgement. Wow you're so great at ice breakers, Prime.

[pffft]

Prowl feels his jaw clench and his hands ball into fists as Optimus' voice rings in his audials. He had to come by, didn't he? Of course he did. Out of all the buildings in the entire damn city, he had to poke his head in this one.

For a long time, Prowl ignores him. He wasn't here to be chummy with someone who despise him. He's here to enjoy the quiet solitude of a demolished building.

With an unusual amount of venom in his voice, he leers at Optimus through the corner of his eye: "What do you want?"

[optout]

Prowl was never the most personable bot. Rumors often spread about him in that way, and they weren't entirely false, either. That being said, Optimus never expected a reaction out of him when he uttered his name, watching his step into the abandoned home.

Except he got one, and not a positive one.

The venomous tone was surprisingly worrying. Had Verity said something to him? Had...Prowl disapproved of something he did here? Somehow, that hurt to think about. He was trying...

"Are you alright? It's not like you to be off by yourself like this"

It's totally like Prowl, wtf are you on, OP.

[pffft]

Prowl looks away from Optimus as he feels anger immediately seize his spark. His face contorts with an inconsolable hate, all focused onto the city ahead of him. After another moment of silence, he turns around, the emotion gone save for the typical bitter stare characteristic of him.

"Do you really know me, Optimus? Do you even care enough to understand?"

He covers his face with his hand as his posture weakens. Above all, he was so tired, even with the treatment improving his mental state. Tired of this. Fingers slip down his face.

"I want to be alone."

[CITY] ten million years late im sorry oh my god

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet is feeling it too, and is ignoring it as hard as he can. At least he can tell what it is. But there's only so many times he can reorganize the shelves in the medibay and he can't just do nothing without going crazy under completely normal circumstances, so when he's distracted like this there's no chance of him hanging around.

He goes out scouting, instead, and nearly bumps into Optimus rounding a corner. He takes a half-step back on his crutches and steadies himself, blowing out a shaky vent of warm air.

"Optimus," he says, his voice only a little staticky--then pauses, squinting up at him. "...are you all right?"

EVEN MORE MILLIONS OF YEARS LATER IM SORRY!!

[optout]

While he knew Ratchet had been out and about plenty of times, it worried him always to see him hobbling around on his crutches. Something about it raised all the familiar things that Ratchet would tell him when he did such a thing. Funny, how that rubs off on you.

"Ratchet--" A pause. "I'm...I'm fine."

An understatement. And one he knew Ratchet would probably see through. He was anything but--although he's not sure exactly how to describe it. He wasn't in pain, he wasn't feeling bad, per say. But he was...off.

"I'm sorry. I should have been paying more attention. My mind feels a bit cloudy."

NO WORRIES FRIEND

[asafepairofhands]

"Yeah, you and everybody else this week. You aren't fine, Optimus, you're affected too. This pollen scrap that's floating around."

Ratchet narrows his optics, squinting up at Optimus, and huffs a warm gust of air from his vents.

"You're overcharged. Are you taking care of it? Haven't you noticed?"

[optout]

"Pollen." Perhaps he'd been off by himself one too many times in this place, perhaps he figured he was just restless from his last visit to talk to Cybertron. Whatever it was...it certainly didn't feel like a medical condition.

Not until dust--no, pollen--is vented from his wiring when Ratchet puffs air.

"I...I've noticed some changes, certainly. I'm..."

What's the word he's looking for.

"Excited."

[asafepairofhands]

"Uh-huh." A hard shudder pulls through Ratchet's frame, which he completely ignores. "Well, it's a side-effect, it's not dangerous, and we haven't found a way to cure it except for burning off the charge, er. Manually."

He swallows, shifting on his crutches, his optics flickering slightly.

"You all right, otherwise?"