robothell | [network post--marked urgent]

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[network post--marked urgent]

Hello? Yeah, all right, it looks like this thing is on.

[The vid flickers on and Ratchet's face fills it, somehow more exasperated and peeved than usual.]

Look, public service health announcement, stay away from the damn stupid flowers that are popping up everywhere. They're releasing a pollen that's hyperconductive that causes an allergic reaction in both organics and inorganics. Nobody's going to drop dead, unless you're set on being a medical miracle and being the first to die of overcharge, but if you're affected, for goodness' sake, be careful until it wears itself out. If you don't release the pent-up charge or whatever periodically it's possible you'll overheat.

If you absolutely need medical assistance, I'm going to be at the first medibay trying to figure out more precisely what the fresh smelting hell is going on.

Ratchet out.

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[He meant to do this so that Ratchet could do the work -- like he'd seemed to want to. But even so, his legs end up braced on either side of the other bot's hips, tensed and ready to move if need be. Just in case.]

[Then Ratchet's hand works and he shudders, twitching his hips, tilting his head back as the slightest contact makes him groan. Electric feeling flooding his systems.]

Yeah. Yeah it's. Really good.

Good. Oh.

[Ratchet shivers hard against the berth and fights to keep still--not that he can get much leverage with just one leg anyway. But his grip tightens and he strokes Ironhide harder, his optics bright and his teeth clenched tight on a helpless groan.]

[Once more he arches up, hips moving into that tugging hand, and sliding up and down along the other bot's length. It's almost too much. External and internal stimulus. He doesn't even try to hold back the groan of approval, or the way his whole body shudders, easing himself back down onto Ratchet's hips.]

[Ratchet makes a warm, needy sound as Ironhide sinks back down, his voice shaking when he speaks.]

Go as slow as you want. Youu feel so good.

Heh. Not. Used to hearing that one...

[But he won't complain. If the first time was fast and hard, he has no issue taking this one slower. So he does, shuddering, groaning at the way he feels the other bot move through him. It's. Really good. Why doesn't he do this more often?]

Like hearing you. Like this. Like you -- [His voice breaks into static as Ratchet drags over a particular sensor.] -- happy.

[Ratchet's fingers stop as Ironhide's vocalizer cuts out, finding that same sensor and rubbing against it over and over, stroking gently.]

Ironhide... [He makes a suffused sound and has to turn his face away, offlining his optics and shivering helplessly all over as he bites his lip, embarrassed. He doesn't know what to say to something like that so he just tightens his grip on Ironhide and rolls his hips up as best he can, fans working, his one good thigh trembling hard.]

H-hey. Don't do that... lemme see you?

[Because nothing kills the mood faster than thinking you've done something to upset your partner. At least for him. The whole looking away thing says that to him. Enough to where he goes still, even when Ratchet's hips roll up into him, hitting something deep and sensitive, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.]

[More like that and he'll end up in system overload sooner rather than later.]

[Ratchet looks up, startled--then shoves up onto one elbow and curls a hand around the back of Ironhide's helm, dragging him down to press hard, fast kisses to his mouth, over and over, shivering helplessly.]

Don't stop. [He speaks right against Ironhide's mouth, not bothering to pull away.] It's good. S'okay. Just--don't stop.

[The surprised little noise from him is half-relief, half-need, and he presses back into the kisses, urgently, his hips squirming and rolling into Ratchet's. Barely pulling back enough for proper internal friction.]

Won't. Not going to leave you -- [His voice is gasping, harsh. And utterly sincere.] -- don't want to.

[Not again.]

Ironhide.

[Ratchet curses, his voice choked as he slumps back again, his optics soft and almost stunned on Ironhide's as they lock on his face, hands settling at Ironhide's thighs and squeezing. They actually shake as he reaches in and curls one around Ironhide, stroking gently and biting his lip. Light spills briefly from his optics before he offlines them and arches, shuddering hard all over.]

Close--

Yeah. Yeah.

[Same for him. He shifts his weight where he sits, to better brace himself against Ratchet's hips, moving for the both of them. Keeping the motion steady while his body wants to push over the edge. He wants this to go on as long as possible. Keep the medic as happy as he can, for as long as possible.]

[He bends down as the motion increases -- pressing his mouth to Ratchet's as he feels his body clamp down around him, shuddering down into system overload all over again.]

[Ratchet cries out as Ironhide tightens around him, his whole body arching as he follows Ironhide over the edge, shuddering desperately before his body goes limp, his hands slipping away to lay on the berth and his mouth still moving softly against Ironhide's, lazy and--finally--sated.]

Oh. [He exhales on a soft moan when Ironhide pulls back, looking a little stunned, his fingertips still trembling.] That--that helped. Goodness. [He reaches up, brushing light fingertips against the side of Ironhide's helm.]

[He slowly curls down toward him. Working his hands around Ratchet's shoulders, tugging him as close as he can, in their current position. Doing nothing to pull away from him, or back from him.]

[He tilts his head enough though, to rest his face against Ratchet's neck. Ending up curled on top of him, still connected.]

Good. You uh. You... [A little awkwardly:] were great. Are great.

[Ratchet hums, cupping Ironhide's face and tilting his head up to kiss his mouth again, soft and meltingly slow.]

I think you're pretty great yourself. [He breathes a soft laugh against Ironhide's mouth and kisses him again, stroking gently down his cheek.]

[There's a low sound of a chuckle against his mouth, returning that kiss as slow as it's given. All but sinking into it.]

[Only pulling away far enough to speak. He doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to leave him.]

... glad to help. [And then, quieter.] Care about you, y'know.

[Ratchet's face shifts, softening helplessly, the lines around his mouth easing enough that he looks open and honest and weirdly young.]

I care about you too

[Wow. That... look. He can't look away from it. From Ratchet. He leans his head forward until he can press the side of his face to the other bot's chest. One hand splayed over his plating.]

A lot.

I uh. It's kinda embarrassing. How much.

[Ratchet reaches up, touching the side of Ironhide's helm and tracing careful fingertips down until they brush the side of his mouth, then gently over his lips.]

Ironhide...

[If robots could blush, he would. Instead, he glances down, with a nervous little laugh. Gently rubbing his thumb along the bit of glass and chestplate.]

Did uh. Did I say too much here...?

No! No, just--

[He falters, swallowing hard and shivering a little as Ironhide strokes at even that small patch of plating.]

...I didn't know.

... Yeah.

Didn't really seem right to say anythin'. Y'know?

[He keeps moving his hand a little. Before briefly glancing up to meet his face.]

Not fair in the middle of a war.

[And then he'd apparently died at some point in time during it. Which. Really isn't fair. As much as he'd wanted to.]

I figured--well.

[He huffs warm air from his vents, looking embarrassed.]

I figured if you felt that way about anyone, it was Optimus. You know? Not--

[Not me, he doesn't finish, looking away.]

[He props himself up on an elbow, looking down at him -- serious and concerned.]

Well... Optimus. He's Optimus. How can you not love him?

[Sort of like how can you not love Robot Jesus?]

Hey. [And then he reaches over to try and gently nudge Ratchet's face toward him.] It's different though. Different kinda feeling. Than you. Yeah, I love him.

... don't mean I don't love you too.

I know, I know, I--

[Then he pauses as it slowly penetrates that Ironhide just told Ratchet he loved him and he stops, stunned speechless for a moment, his lips parted and his optics wide as he stares up at Ironhide.]

Oh. [His voice is very small.] ...oh.

[They're both so good at this. Wow.]

[His serious look, the solemn expression, it suddenly turns sheepish, and he pulls back a bit, grinning awkwardly.]

Uh. Yeah. I mean -- you don't gotta --! It's okay if you're not --

Scrap, I'm sorry.

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