i cant think of a funny title

[planate]

Who: pipes and......you????
What: bang the minibot. cuddle him. slowly press a pie into his face. whatever
When: during the fuckening. the bangarang. the dingle dangle dongle
Where: AROUND
Warnings: hahahahahahhahahahahah



a.

Pipes knows the deal. He knows what the pollen has done to him and that he doesn't need to go to the medibay. He wants to handle this like an adult, but he has a big problem.

He is a really, really shitty adult.

He'll be around, wherever anyone wants to run into him. Adorable, horny minibots go where they are needed.

b.

Well, this was awkward. Despite his... efforts, Pipes had been unable to get rid of The Feeling.

Honestly, it was getting to the point where he was outright annoyed with the situation - he just wanted to carry on as normal after going a few rounds with both himself and perhaps some other people.

It didn't work. Nothing had worked. Pipes comes to a stop from his near constant driving and transforms, stumbling into a wall. He's quiet for a moment, then punches it in frustration.

...


"Ow! Frag it! Ow!"

c. closed to mayday

Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Pipes wants to get laid with someone he cares about. More than average, at least.

He'd made a beeline for Mayday's ship-house and called up the lift shaft a few times.

Heh. Shaft.

Comments

[fuckinstoplights]

"... You."

And Sixshot. But that wasn't something he wanted to get into right now. At all. It still really hurt to think about.

"And a helicopter with a shower brush."

[planate]

"...a helicopter with a shower brush." Pipes wonders, vaguely, if Mayday turns into a helicopter. No, no. He had wheels.

"I mean, I can't fault you for wanting to keep to yourself."

[planate]

He rolls away from the flowers extremely ungracefully. God damn it and he just got cleaned, too.

"...Miria."

[scaredybot]

"It... What??" Did he just hear that right? Pollen that makes people h-h-h-

"Oh. Oh. O-oh..."

So that's. Probably why Pipes is running warm. OH.

"...so you probably don't want a wash," he squeaks as his brain proceeds to cease to function.

[planate]

Heeee just looks away awkwardly.

"...I didn't mind it actually. Uh. Not because of the pollen. I think."

Awkward. He shakes his head.

"Uh. I did want to see you particularly for a reason." He's just not sure what that reason was anymore.

[system_dp]

And here she was hoping going near the flowers would have discouraged Pipes, but no. He had to wipe out and make her worry about him.

Stupid friendships and emotions.

"Is Pipes alright?"

[planate]

"Uh. Yeah. I'm fine."

...


"I just wanted to apologise."

[system_dp]

"Apologize, for what?"

Maybe if she pretends they didn't have sex it will be like it never happened at all.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Heh! A little bit!"

The Autobot was so tiny! Fulcrum was tall at least and Krok was built like a tiny tank, but this fellow was both noodly and tiny.

Spinister marvels at that, cupping a hand over Pipe's chest, free hand sliding down one of the fellow's thighs, thumb strumming over the curve of his tiny aft.

[planate]

"I, uh. Didn't mean to tell you to leave when we... y'know."

Dingled.

[planate]

"Oh!" he squeaks. Goodness, having his ass patted is oddly nice. He wouldn't have expected that to feel good but HERE WE ARE.

"The size... isn't gonna be an issue, right?"

[system_dp]

Enjoy that flat look, Pipes. And the fact that she's fidgeting.

"This Unit does not know what you're talking about."

LEAVE HER TO HER DENIAL.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Deeeepends on what you wanna do."

Which is Spin's cue to slip two fingers between Pipe's thighs, stroking the plating there, free hand keeping his partner firmly propped up against his chest,

[fuckinstoplights]

"Yes." A pause, and then, by way of clarification: "His face was like yours. But he had eyes."

Spinister, in other words. If Pipes had even met the guy. But it doesn't occur to him to ask. Of course his friend will know other robots.

"You can't?"

[scaredybot]

"...B-because you're h-hh-h-" Nope, he can't say it. "Because of that?"

His voice, it won't unsqueak. He's feeling very flustered right now. And a little faint. He really needs a distraction right now.

So he proceeds to spray some soap on one of Pipes's shoulders and rub the sponge over it. Best solution.

[planate]

"...Yeah. I can go if you want."

Ohhh this was a bad idea, Pipes feels bad now.

[planate]

"Huh. I do have eyes, you know." He pushes up his visor to prove it.

It being Spinister doesn't really click. Maybe later when he's in a better state of mind to think on it.

"Nah. Like, every Cybertronian is terrible at social stuff."

[planate]

There's a sharp intake of breath at the stroking, and he arcs slightly into it.

"I, uh." How do think straight??? "Don't know?"

[planate]

"Miria."

Excuse you!!

[scaredybot]

"No, no, you don't have to leave! It's okay. It's, um. Uh. Nhn."

How to words. Flustered, Mayday shifts to scrubbing Pipes's chest.

In a very small voice he mumbles. "I'veneverdonestuffwithsomeonebefore..."

[planate]

"If you're sure."

He'd probably just go find an empty building and self-service anyway. This friggin' pollen is really annoying him.

"I... hadn't until this stupid stuff, either. It was. Confusing."

[triggerhappycopter]

Spinister starts up his engine, letting the low rumble transfer between his plating and Pipe's, fingers drawing delicate patterns over the seams of the Autobot's pelvic armor.

"We'll figure it out as we go then," he laughs, flattening Pipe's aft against his abdominal armor and letting his powerplant cycle up until the vibrations sent nearby rocks skipping around from the force of it. "You like this?"

[system_dp]

"Yes?"

Nope, no excusing of any yous. She is going to firmly keep pretending they didn't fuck each other.

[fuckinstoplights]

"You-- oh."

And cue the tentative touching of the visor with a fingertip. Very carefully trying to push it up and down.

"You don't seem bad at it."

[planate]

He'll allow it. The contact, however simple, is still helping.

"That's a matter of perspective."