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FUCK THE TRUCK

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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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."

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?"

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."

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?"

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.

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.

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[The sudden grasp of his wrist gets his attention, and certainly gives a flare to his spark. Both of which he didn't expect, and both of which he didn't exactly mind, either.

He was about to protest. Say that he was fine, and that Ironhide didn't need to worry so much. But...

The idea of being with him is suddenly very appealing. His eyes trail from their hands and back to Ironhide's face.

Smiling under that faceplate.

"Lead the way, old friend. I think I...might need to sit down a moment."

~~andfuck~~

That smile -- yes. He can see it. Even with that faceplate. When you've known someone for this long, it's not hard to tell when they're happy. Or... whatever it is Optimus is right now. Ironhide can't bring himself to mind, though.

Seeing it is... it feels good to see. Really good to see. Like the entire universe decided to reorganize itself, brighten up. Make things better. He takes another step closer, his other hand lifting to touch Optimus' chest. Resting over that spark -- or close to it. He's not any taller, even with the power of porn pollen.

"Yeah... Yeah, I. I kinda want to, too."

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.

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.

The touch was enough to send a jolt through his systems, that warm feeling of someone else so close to him. Ironhide's face was telling, even to Optimus. And a hand reaches up to cup the side of the bodyguard's face. Something about it was intoxicating, and he didn't understand why.

And he didn't want to analyze that either.

"There's a place not far from here. We could momentarily rest."

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. ]

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."

Normally, he'd have probably felt very, very confused by the sudden touch to his face. Now, however, it just makes him lift his chin a bit, the humming, heated cables in his neck laid bare to Prime.

His palm smooths down Optimus' chest, as if tracing the lines and panels of it. Absorbed in the contours.

"Yeah... Yeah, I kinda -- really wanna... do that. With you."

He nods a few times too many, still staring at Prime.

"Show me?"

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.

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."

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.

His eyes adjust, attempting to be as graceful about this as he possibly can, looking towards the nearest building which...thankfully wasn't too far away. Ironhide's body language was more than enough to get his spark humming, and he needed to sit down soon or...

Well, something would happen.

That hand moves to his friend's shoulder to guide him, walking without answering, figuring the action was enough of one for him.]

I...have you been feeling strange?

"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?"

"... Yeah."

It's more than enough. Way more than enough. He lengthens his stride as best he can, to keep up with Optimus' steps. Trying not to look as eager as he feels.

Alone with Prime.

It's like something out of a dream, and he doesn't particularly want to wake up from it right now. He shoulders open a door in their way, with more than a little enthusiasm.

"Don't feel bad, though."

There's something to be said about spending alone time with Ironhide too. It hasn't occurred to him just how...distant he's been with everyone lately. But Ironhide had always been there for him.

And loyalty like that stirred something in his spark.

He's surprised by the amount of energy Ironhide's exerting. It's like he's...young again.

"Hmm. No, I agree. It's not bad it's...exciting."

Have you ever heard the word 'exciting' out of Optimus's mouth? Probably not.

Optimus stands still as he watches Roller approach, silently observing his movements. The hands on his shoulders move ever so slightly to his chest, eyes widening at the...intimacy of the motion.

It's like his spark started beating a mile a minute, the glow skirting around the edges of his chest window plates, a small bit of green light underneath all of that armour.

"I...of course." Its humbled, unlike his voice he usually spoke in.

Eyes dimming to the continuous hum of the engine in front of him. "There must be housing here we can find...to.."

Where was he going with this.

Always there for him -- always willing to be there for him. This is nothing new. Nothing he wouldn't do, even if he weren't... excited. Because that's the word for it. Definitely the word for it.

He's got the door, and holds out a hand to Optimus, beckoning, just short of tugging him in with him. It's not a big area. No one's been using it as a house or anything like that. Just an empty room with a few collapsed pillars.

But right now, in Ironhide's mind, this is a fancy hotel room. Just because Prime is here in it. He grins at him, all adoration and spark-skipping excitement.

"Yeah. It... that's the word for it." A beat, before he adds, his engine sputtering. "... Kind of a real good look on you."

That's. A lot of energy there. More than he's ever seen. Was it always that color? Does it really matter? It's beautiful. That's really all he cares about right now. It's... entrancing, really.

And he steps forward again, hands on Pax's shoulders. "Probably..." His own voice is low, personal, optics dimmed. It's... like the dance floor again. Except this time he doesn't aim for his old partner's face. He tilts his head, and bends to press his mouth to the cables of Pax's neck.

To where the life is pulsing. Where he can mold himself against the smaller bot, snaking his hands around him. Breaking lip contact only to murmur:

"Where we can find to... be alone." Then softer, more urgently, his voice wavering a bit: "I... I need you, Orion. Optimus. I don't care. I just need you."

He watches Roller lean forward, prepared to feel those lips against his faceplate again. And a part of him wants to take it off, to demolish that barrier that had been put up before. But his lips go further south, pressing against his neck cabling. Optimus's eyes widen, neck instinctively stretching up to give Roller more room as he 'exhales' at the touch. It felt...

He felt needed.

It never occurred to him how small he felt in comparison to Roller. Sure, the obvious was there, but he often didn't notice. Not until now, when he's wrapped up in his partner's arms

The whisper echoes softly in his mind. And despite everything in his brain telling him not to...

"You have me, Roller. You always did."

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