Boom Boom Ackla Lacka Boom

[imatruck]

WHO: Grimlock and WHOMEVER
WHERE: The City!
WHEN: Sex pollen!
WHAT: Open the door, get on the floor, everybody fuck the dinosaur
WARNINGS: Coming up on your mudflaps at 67, the truck fuck, the horizontal monster mash, the sex





[A. The City]

[When these plants started springing up, what was the dinobot's first instinct? Collect them, of course! Since when does Cybertron get metal flowers? It almost made up for the influx of little creepy animals appearing on this planet.

He gathers them up by the bunches, not bothering to notice the spores flying out everywhere with each bounce. Things had been a little awkward with him and Sideswipe and this would sure make things between them less tense!

But after a few minutes of directly sticking his face into these flowers, he started to feel...weird. It was like a combination of giddy, overheating, and sluggishness.

Grimlock staggers over to the nearest rock, refusing to let go of his quarry.]

Ugh...think I took some bad energon...

[B. Wherever--this is your Wildcard]

[Later on, the dinobot looks more...delirious, like he caught the whiff of some bad sulfuric acid. Grimlock totters back and forth, looking a bit preoccupied with urgent business, if not a little hot in the face. By which he means it feels like he's on fire.]

Comments

[redshitlord]

Uh. Yeah... sure Grim.

[He's staring up at him, wide-eyed. And making no effort to put more space between them. Grimlock is just. Huge. Why did he never notice this before? Why is it so important all of the sudden?]

[Why does it suddenly make his engine churn like it never did before?]

[imatruck]

[He slowly reaches for the source of the water, adjusting it to spray on the both of them. During the entire time he's staring back, a little confused and a little expectant.

The cool water brings him a relieved sigh...but only for a moment. It just doesn't go away...what's more he keeps staring at Sideswipe.]

Hey...you know, I can help get you to some of those hard to reach spots...just an idea!

[redshitlord]

[Just looking at Grimlock makes what feels like electricity run through his systems. Hot and sharp and making him want to move or something. Anything other than stand here without getting closer.]

[Which is what his body does without really checking in with his brain. He nods a bit, voice suddenly feeling dry.]

Y-yeah. I um. Please?

[imatruck]

[Careful, Sideswipe. When in liquid it's easy for electricity to spread. And Grimlock sure has a spark of something in him.]

You got it...

[His fingers nudge against his back. While at first rough, Grimlock finds a good groove to dig into the small of the bot's back, spreading around that water while his own engines putt at a low purr.]

[redshitlord]

[Just the touch makes him gasp, the door 'wings' on his back jerking upright, as he goes rigid. He's shuddering, his engine revving hard and audible, even with the spray of the water.]

[His whole body feels jittery. Hot. He has to steady himself against the shower wall, panting a bit.]

[What's wrong with him.]

[imatruck]

[Grimlock huffs, his fans sucking in air when he gets excited by the way his partner holds himself against the wall.

It's bad, he knows it is...but he can't stop. He cant stop as he presses against him, gently rubbing into him with more finger than water. He can't stop himself from releasing a weighty huff.]

That good?

[redshitlord]

Y-yeah, I... I dunno why...

[His back arches into Grimlock's hand, a shudder rolling all the way down his spine, making his body buck. Squirming. If he shifts backward, bracing into the wall, does it help?]

[The water stopped helping long ago.]

[imatruck]

Beats me...

[Grimlock wheezes a small prayer as Sideswipe props himself against the wall. Something about it elicited nasty sensations in Grim's mind.

He reached his massaging touch lower down his back, huffing.]

There you go...Grim's gonna take care of ya....

[redshitlord]

[He doesn't realize it. He just nods, shifting himself back into the bigger bot's grip again, whining a little as he does.]

Okay. Just. Fix it.

[Whatever he has to do.]

[imatruck]

You got it...

[That's all he needed. Grimlock's mouth churns out a growl as his touch gets more sensual, gliding over his aft before grabbing onto the robot's legs.

He's right behind now, his head hovering over Sideswipe's shoulder with that dangerous purr.]

[redshitlord]

[For a split-second, his brain kicks back on, and demands to know what's going on here. Then it's gone, and he's straightening up, pressing his back to Grimlock's chest.]

[Shuddering under him while he feels the heat of the big bot's plating across his own, the hands all over him.]

[That. Feels better.]

[imatruck]

[Grimlock took care of that pesky brain. His mind's on letting his hands wandering up his legs, thumbing into the seams around Sideswipe's hips, a little blunt knock at the mech's backdoor.

He nuzzles Sideswipe, just an extra slice of sensual affection on the top. Yeah, he's definitely scratching that itch.]

[redshitlord]

[If he had any idea what was going on, he'd have responded more appropriately. Instead of standing there, wriggling back into Grimlock's big hands. The front of his hips feels too ... tight. He squirms again, trying to find some kind of relief and... failing. Miserably.]

[His head tilts up to meet Grimlock's, mouth seeking his again. To mash their faces together, for lack of a better word.]

[imatruck]

[There it is, face mashing number two. But instead of running away, Grim reciprocates in an imitation of how Sideswipe did it both times.

His own plating feels tight, but he wants to focus on getting Sideswipe free, finding an opening or something to get into the bot. His hips knock against the other bots in the act.]

[redshitlord]

[Wow. That is... way better than the last time he kissed the big guy. Having it reciprocated makes everything even better, and he presses his mouth back with utmost enthusiasm.]

[Those hands wiggling around, though. That feels even better. He groans, grinding back against Grimlock. Something slips, and the feeling of pressure eases -- if only because the big dinobot actually managed to pop his panel open.]

[imatruck]

[For doing this kissing stuff for the first time, he finds he has a good handle on it. His mouth tides over Sideswipe's, treating the red bot to a proper kiss.

He stops to make a satisfied grunt when he unlocks Sideswipe's panel. There he goes. Now Grim has to get his panel off. It doesn't take too long, just a minute of shuffling off before he gets his hands back on Sideswipe's hips. His own hips nudges against the other, finally getting the freedom he needed.]

[redshitlord]

[He has to twist himself in a weird arc for this -- to keep his hands pressed to the wall, for fear of his knees going too weak to stand, to keep his mouth pressed to Grimlock's and his hips grinding back. Good thing he's flexible.]

[Because all this feels incredible.]

[Whatever it is Grimlock is doing back there, he has no idea. He can't exactly turn fully around to look, but it makes heat pump harder through his systems, and he whines, more urgently. Squirming in the big bot's grip.]

[imatruck]

[Grimlock can appreciate how much work Sideswipe puts into kissing him in the same turn as he's grinding back into his hips.

All of it gives Grim a thrill that rips through his engines and cooling systems. It's not long when his spike pops out from its containing spot. He groans with relief, it nudging against Sideswipe.]

[redshitlord]

[He yelps a bit, shivering against the kiss, when he feels that odd sensation pressing against him. It's not bad. Not by any means. Just. Strange. Very strange. He squirms back against it again, testing.]

[As much as he likes it, he has no idea what's going on here.]

[imatruck]

[It's all experimenting for the both of them. Grimlock is going on principle of what feels good.

The mech lets his mouth linger before he comes up to grunt and rub against Sideswipe. This is supposed to do something, he knows that for sure...]

[redshitlord]

[At some point, the rubbing hits the spot. It's just a quick brush, a slight feeling of pressure, but it's there, and it has Sideswipe bucking in Grimlock's hold all the same.]

[Before he can process what's happened, he's trying to find it again, wriggling and pressing backward.]

[imatruck]

[For Grimlock he can sense he's doing something to the bot in his grip. He responds to Sideswipe in kind, rubbing against him, letting his mouth nuzzle into the other's neck.

It's a game of finding just what to do to make Sideswipe feel better, of getting into the right spot. Soon he connects again, winning a shuddering grunt from the big dinobot.]

[redshitlord]

[His head turns, inviting more of Grimlock's mouth. Gasping quietly when he finds cabling in his neck. It feels good. Very good.]

[And then he gasps again, more loudly, when Grimlock hits that spot again. This time, he freezes, trying to hold onto it, to make the sensation last longer.]

[imatruck]

[Grim happily takes that invitation, trailing his mouth over the cabling, nuzzling into it.

The bot grunts and rumbles when Sideswipe gets him to hold that spot. It's agonizingly pleasurable, like time has stopped. He grits his teeth with optics wide shut. He wishes this moment could never end.]

[redshitlord]

[Now, he knows for a fact he likes that. He likes that a lot. Arching his neck and back a little. All but groaning.]

[And then there's sudden, bizarre pressure in equipment he had no idea even existed. He jerks against Grimlock with a yelp, pulling his head away enough to stare up at him, wide-eyed.]

Wh...

[What's going on here.]