robothell | FUCK THE TRUCK

Skip to Main Content

Entry tags:

ratchet | asafepairofhands

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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

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."

"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?"

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.

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."

He is needed. He's needed so badly, it's a physical ache. Or maybe that's the pollen in his systems. It doesn't matter either way. He's always needed his partner. Wanted him...

Now he's here and not pulling away and wanting him too.

His frame presses against the smaller one in his arms, the heat of his plating scorching. His mouth is more firm against Pax's neck. Urging him. Come on, take the plate off. This is good, and more than he expected -- but not enough.

"Show me...?"

Because he is five seconds away from picking up his old partner and running off somewhere to let him do whatever he wants.

The warmth overtakes him, and where he would tell Roller that this might be a bad idea, he's suddenly falling victim to it. The pollen was affecting him as well, and distorting his judgement as a result.

But really...was it such a far stretch? He'd cared about his partner back then, and regretted losing him ever since that day.

That one day where he never showed up...

A hand slowly lifts up to his face, fingers slipping behind those air vents and unclasping his faceplate. It wasn't hard to do, but it came with a certain weight on it. It always made him feel vulnerable.

This though...was worth it.]

He barely waits for the mask to come away. No sooner has it moved from his face than Roller is bending his head to cover his old partner's mouth in a firm, urgent kiss. Desperate, really. His arms wrapping around him, drawing him closer. One leg actually shifting to position itself just behind Pax-Prime-his partner's own.

His whole body vibrating slightly in excitement, in eagerness. He can't bear himself to pull his mouth away for more than a moment, happy to not be pushed away. To not be denied.

To finally have what he's been longing for.

"We should -- " He barely manages to get the words out. "I want you -- just -- " And even with the pollen flooding his system, he knows how cheesy and awful this line sounds.

" -- take me."

It's a hard thing for Optimus to accept. That someone's wanted him for so long, and that they were robbed of ever telling each other how they felt. It's enough to make his spark ache, looking into Roller's eyes for the answer--why they couldn't have this back home.

Why he'd disappeared.

It doesn't matter, the pollen seems to tell him, as he presses his lips willingly to Roller's, his a bit softer, with a bit of age to them. But still all the power that a leader should have.

"If that's what you want."

Those are questions he really can't answer. As much as he would want to, he just can't. He doesn't have them. But he has this. Has his partner here with him, even if so much has changed.

His mouth molds to Pax's, Prime's. It doesn't matter. It's nothing like he imagined it would be. Not in the least. It's better. His vents shudder, the sound not unlike a drawn-out sigh, engine stuttering to life.

"Yes."

There is nothing but open, naked desperation in that one word. An urgency.

"Please."

There's almost no room for talking. Optimus needs this, and he's not going to let go anytime soon. He feels the engine press against his own--so much more powerful, and with a certain youth that he forgot had existed. One that was certainly four million years old. It was nice, and it made him feel just as young. For a split second, Orion Pax was back, the same fire in those eyes that had existed when he was just a cop of Rodion.

Lips travel down Roller's jawline, completely at the bot's mercy since he's the one being held. A whisper of...almost pleading.

"Find us somewhere."

And quick.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Barely even once. The urgent whisper, the press of mouth and body against his own... it's all he can do to stay on his feet. Who'd have ever thought he'd be this easy to sway? So easy to win over.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't want this. That he hadn't laid awake nights thinking about it. That suddenly the awkward years between them don't seem to exist anymore.

He could have cried, if his body weren't so interested in other activities.

No time to waste. He promptly scoops the smaller bot up into his arms, never once breaking contact, letting their bodies pull apart. The place he's been holed up in isn't far. And he makes a beeline for it, all but kicking the door open in his haste -- as if his old partner might change his mind if they wait too long.

Optimus would be lying if he said he didn't think about it in the back of his mind. For all that he didn't know about romance, Roller often took up his thoughts at night, wishing he was okay, thinking what he'd say of his actions. Ask him silently while looking at the stars....what would you do?

But none of that mattered now. All he wanted was to experience what he couldn' t have back home. What he was too stupid to realize…

Being lifted up was strange. He knew his size all too well, and never before had this been the case. Roller was special in that he'd been the only one to literally take Optimus into his arms and carry him. And for now, he'll allow it. Because his decision-making is quite honestly shot, and coated in pollen.

With the door open, he wastes no time in searching for those lips again.

If he knew that, well. He would have made a move -- not sooner. More like, made a move at all. He knew about the infatuation with Shockwave, and just... stood aside. Shoved his own feelings under a rug. Easier for everyone that way.

... and then everything went downhill, as far as he could tell.

Now there's nothing to hold him back. Nothing to tell him this is a bad idea. Nothing to stop him from holding the smaller frame tighter and closer and mashing his mouth back against his partner's with urgency. Even if there hadn't been pollen involved, if Pax kissed him like that...

He would never have held back.

So he doesn't. They're inside, and there's a cobbled-together couch he's dropping down on, pulling Pax on top of him, his hands dragging up and down his partner's thighs, never once breaking the kiss. All eager movements and needy engine sounds.

And thus, the kiss isn't broken, and while it's the first time that Optimus has ever lied on top of someone, let along bigger than him, it doesn't matter. Not when those hands brush against his thighs like that. It's sensitive, as he's not used to such gentle touch.

Especially there.

His hips shift into those hands, his own coming up to cup Roller's face as that kiss is prolonged. Wondering just how long they can keep this up before something happens. Because it's only a matter of time.

His ears flick, adjusting themselves as he turns his head. Engine revving and needy for the attention.

His hands don't stop moving. Thumbs digging into seams, dragging along them, anything to keep his hands touching his partner. Urging him closer, holding those hips and pressing them to his own, sharply. His big engine churns, hard and loud, to rattle the couch and their frames.

It really is just a matter of time. The more he touches, the longer the kiss goes on, the harder it is to keep from squirming desperately under him.

For someone so big, it's laughable how quickly he'll come undone.

He only breaks the kiss long enough for a quick, needy sound, a plea -- "I need you." Before he's back to planting kisses along his partner's mouth, neck. Teeth scraping over metal.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only