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.

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[knightlite]

"Here--let me see."

Wing is already moving, taking Pipes' hand, his fingers sliding over the scored surface of Pipes' knuckles. His hands are a little too warm, his cooling fans running to dump hot air out of his chassis, but he doesn't appear outwardly affected.

[planate]

Pipes was going to hold his hand out but-- oop there's Wing already looking. That's fine. He rather likes the feeling of Wing's fingers sliding over the back of his hand, even if it's quite possibly the most simple touch conceivable.

Regardless, it's hard to not notice the heat - it's obvious Wing is affected as well.

"Uh. T-thanks."

Smooth.

[knightlite]

Wing squeezes lightly and smiles, his optics lighting a little before he lets go.

"I didn't even do anything," he says, a warm laugh shivering in his voice.

[planate]

"Ah... hah. That's right..."

He puts a hand on his neck awkwardly.

"I guess I mean caring enough to check in the first place?"

[knightlite]

"Oh."

Wing tilts his head a little, still smiling.

"In that case, any time."

[planate]

"Might help if I got your name."

He looks away, shifting slightly.

"Call out 'I need the one covered in spikes!' and about fifty come running, right? Ah. Hah."

Primus take the wheel

[knightlite]

Wing does laugh, his voice warming.

"They're mostly flight panels, but I catch your point. I'm Wing. ...and you?"

[planate]

Pipes' visor brightens lightly at the laugh. It's nice. He likes making people laugh.

"Pipes! Does meditating help with that thing going around? Because..."

He trails off awkwardly. Because nothing seems to work.

[knightlite]

"I like it." Wing grins at him and nudges his shoulder. "Matches the pipes."

That grin turns a little sheepish and he tries to suppress the shiver that works through his plating, only mostly successfully.

"Ah, not... entirely. At all, really. Sorry."

[planate]

He mocks a gasp, "That must be why people call me that!"

Ha ha ha what a terrible joke

"That's... annoying, really. I mean, I'm not great at meditating anyway, but. Y'know."

Really, really annoying. He sort of wants to punch a wall again, but also wants Wing to touch him again. Pipes hopes the two are not mutually exclusive.

[knightlite]

"I could teach you, if you like. Sometime when we're both less, hmm. Distracted, maybe."

Wing coughs, his voice a little staticky, and tries not to look like he's trying not to touch Pipes again.

"Annoying is... certainly a word for it, yes. I've mostly just been taking care of it myself, but it doesn't seem to be going away. It's very frustrating."

[planate]

"Yeah, same. I, uh. Am gonna be really upset if this lasts longer than a few days."

He shifts awkwardly again.

"Uh. I should probably get going. To. Do something about it myself. And stop interrupting you."

That may have been worded slightly in a way to see if he could get Wing to offer to help. Pipes immediately regrets it. Damn pollen.

[knightlite]

Wing watches Pipes' face, nibbling his lower lip as his optics brighten.

"Pipes," he says slowly, not moving, not reaching for him in the slightest. "Would you... like some assistance?"

[planate]

"Yes."

A pause. He feels so bad about how he worded that previous sentence and he probably doesn't even need to.

"I mean. Less enthusiastically. If that's okay. That last part is important."

[knightlite]

Wing carefully bites his lip on a laugh and reaches out, his fingertips brushing Pipes' before they curl around his hand and he tugs, pulling Pipes gently into the building with him.

"Come in, then, please," he says, his voice low and warm before his mouth quirks up. "It's very okay. And the more enthusiasm the better, I think."

[planate]

"I-- well-- you--"

Oh, goodness! He follows Wing in, practically vibrating with enthusiasm.

"Agree!"

[knightlite]

Wing leads Pipes into the room he'd been occupying--there isn't much else there, just a slab and a door that closes properly.

"No reason to be nervous," he says, slipping his fingers between Pipes' and squeezing lightly.

[planate]

Let's be real, that's all they need.

He squeezes back lightly, visor brightening.

"Thanks. Again."

[knightlite]

Wing laughs warmly and releases Pipes' hand, shifting to sit down on the berth.

"Thank you. I certainly appreciate the help also."

[planate]

"Good. I think. I honestly have no idea how I'm supposed to react or what I'm supposed to say in this situation."

He'll be honest. He pretended to know what he was doing with Miria, and that ended... well, it didn't end badly but it was a little embarrassing.

Trying to not fall on his face or anything, he hops up on the berth next to Wing.

[knightlite]

"What, you don't make getting drugged with aphrodisiacs a regular habit? Goodness, I can't imagine why not." Wing grins at him and reaches out, just sliding an arm around Pipes' shoulders and nudging a kiss against the side of his helm. It's chaste, almost friendly, despite how close Wing is and the obvious heat rolling off his frame.

"I don't think this is well-charted territory for anybody here, and I wouldn't worry too much about 'supposed to.'" Wing's fingers shift, running along the seams and edges in Pipes' shoulder absently. "All I ask is that you tell me if you'r uncomfortable or want to stop or take a break. Anything else we can work out as we go."

[planate]

That makes Pipes snort unattractively.

"Surprising, right? I--" He wasn't expecting Wing to rub his shoulder. He's basing basically everything off what happened with Miria, which was quite literally jumping straight into it in a back alley. The bar could not be physically lower. "Ohhhh, goodness. I can-- I can tell you that. Don't stop that."

Approved!

[knightlite]

"Good," Wing says, nudging a kiss against the side of Pipes' helm, and he shifts until he can lay both hands against Pipes' plating and let them wander, stroking slowly, searching for sensitive places as his lips find the cabling just above the collar of Pipes' armor and linger there, teeth barely grazing.

[planate]

The fact that Pipes has never really been touched all over like this helps quite a bit. He doesn't know which touch to lean into! He doesn't know what to do with his own hands!! After a moment of awkward shifting, he just puts them on Wing's thighs and emits a pleased hum.

God, he has no idea what he's doing.

[knightlite]

Wing shivers and hums, leaning into that light touch as his own hands slide down to smooth gently along Pipes' sides, down to his pelvic block, tracing light fingertips lower to his knees then back up. He drops a light kiss on Pipes' faceplate then leans back, smiling, his optics warm.

"Still all right?"