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Brainstorm ([personal profile] briefcase) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-08-10 06:04 pm

[ OPEN ]

Who: Brainstorm and whoever
Where: His lab, around
When: sex pollen
What: giant nerd virgin
Warnings: smut

If anyone were to pass by Brainstorm's lab, they might see a sign posted on the door in large letters and a very unwelcome looking Brainstorm emote.

GO AWAY.


Anyone who knew how friendly and outgoing Brainstorm is likely wouldn't be surprised.
triggerhappycopter: (Yet more confusion!)

Insert Mr. T Bursting Through the Door gif here

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-11 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Guess who is going to kick the door down after absolutely not having read the sign?

"WE HAVE A SITUATION!"

Also, no, you don't want to know how Spinister knows where you live, buddy.
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-11 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I DO!"

... Spinister picks up the door and gently places it back in place.

"So you got it too?" he asks, striding over to pick Brainstorm off the ground and setting him back in his chair for a good measure. "Everyone I've met has it except me!"
triggerhappycopter: (YAY?)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-11 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, right!" Spin chirps, walking off to go dig out a jug of coolant from... wherever it would be in this mess. Somehow, he manages to find it and come back about a minute later.

"Anyways, I'm already infected," he snorts, setting said jug down. "It's spores from a flower around here. It gets inside the vents and builds charge up since it's magnetic. See, I got it with me!" Cue said flower being placed down on the desk in front of Brainstorm. Along with a cup of coolant.

"So, do you need me to jack you off, or?"
triggerhappycopter: (Bewilderment!)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-12 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno," Spinister answers helpfully, nudging the mug of coolant closer to Brainstorm's face. "I checked my vents and there were plenty of spores in there, but they weren't doing anything. Logged my charge levels and there was no weird spikes or anything either. I'm just immune for some reason."

Shrugging, the heli goes off to find a stool to sit on. "You should loosen your plating up before you overheat. Or at least drink at coolant."

Plopping the stool down, Spinister perches himself atop of it staring at Brainstorm like some demented pink robot owl.

"If you're too tense for that, I can give your wings some rubs?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-12 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
There's a series of CLONK CLONK CLONKs as Spinister hops the stool over to a spot behind Brainstorm. He takes a moment to crack his finger joints and then gets to work, spreading his arms and flattening his palms against the warm flat surface of the other flier's wings.

"So anyways, I ran into a few people and they all have the same symptoms for the most part asides from one or two who said they were just feeling weirdly cuddly?" he starts rubbing in slow circles, working his fingers into the seams to encourage them to spread. "And the horny folks were either normal horny or insanely horny, so it seems to affect different people differently for some reason."
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-12 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"They are, but I don't think that really matches up with how the spores seem to affect people?" Spinister absently follows Brainstorm as the smaller jet flops down, keeping up the firm rubs.

"I mean, I have a pretty active sex life myself. Well, had a pretty active sex life." It's since dried up and become a bit of a desert ever since he's landed here. "I didn't really ask anyone else about their sex lives, but I probably should've now that I think about it."

Time to get uncomfortably nosy with people. For epidemiology!

"So do you have a really active sex life?"
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-12 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"What if it's- ow!- what if it's correlated somehow?"

Spinister flicks the tip of Brainstorm's stray wing in return. He's given Misfire enough wingrubs to know when a jet was being smart with him, goddamnit.

Fortunately for Brainstorm though, Spinister does get the hint and shuts up. That, or the charge tingling through his sensitive fingers is making it a bit harder to concentrate on formulating theories on pollen stuff.

Either way, there's a sudden silence as the heli-former concentrates, kneading the ball of his thumbs into the seam between wing and aileron, static dancing over his fingertips.
triggerhappycopter: (Ominous looming.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-19 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The charge bursts between the seams of Spinister's hands he has to stop, fingers curled against Brainstorm's wings, optics over bright and knees clamped against the sides of his stool. He watches Brainstorm's overload peak, sharp as a knife, and then slowly begin to ebb, utterly still except for the muted whirr of his fans.

"You alright?" Spin manages after a long moment, gingerly peeling his tingling hands off of the flier's wings. The sight of Brainstorm shivering, palm pressed to his pelvic armor and fluids dripping off the chair was... well, it was certainly doing Things to his libido.

Carefully pushing off the stool, he steps closer and reaches out to place his hands over the desk on either side of the jet, framing Brainstorm's overheated body. He leans down, closer, but not close enough to touch just yet.

"Want me to keep going?"
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-24 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I just watched you overload from wing rubs," Spinister answers reasonably, smothering a grin at the way Brainstorm's helmet bounced off his chest. It was really cute.

Brainstorm was really cute.

It made Spin want to push him down over the desk and give him an ache to really complain about. He very gently squishes that urge down under a lid, keeps his hands firmly on the table and leans back, giving the jet more room to maneuver.

"You can say no and I'll go. If you say yes, I'll stop if you say so, whenever you say so."
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-26 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
One metaphorical brow goes up at Brainstorm's realization. The second metaphorical brow goes up when the scientist takes his hand off his covers.

"Well," Spinister manages, static lacing his voice as he watches the flood of fluids. "If you're up for it, I was just thinking I could make you overload until you couldn't walk straight."

Peeling one hand off the table's edge (when had he started started gripping it do hard anyways?), Spin reaches out to gently take Brainstorm's lube slicked hand by the wrist.

"Anything you want to try out while we're at it?" he asks conversationally, rubbing his thumb over Brainstorm's palm. "Also, is there anything you don't like?"
triggerhappycopter: (MURDER)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-09-02 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't just cram things down your spike, you very gently slide things down your spike, okay," queue displeased huff of air as Spinister trails his free fingers down Brainstorm's back. "It's not made to stretch out like ports are and you ought to do it carefully."

Fortunately for Brainstorm, Spinister stops his little lecture there- and it's definitely a lecture, because Spin's had to sit a whole battalion down and talk to them about how to safely experiment with sounding. You wouldn't believe the amount of times Spin's had to deal with some poor sod getting a foreign object lodged down their shafts- or worse!

"Alright, so." Distracting himself from sounding lecture flashbacks, Spin curls his hand under Brainstorm's aft, thick digits sliding against the folds of his valve. The heli-former presses his mask against the back of the inventor's neck, voice dropping a couple octaves. "My plan is that we warm you up first with some fingering. Then I'm going to tie your arms behind your back and lay you out on this desk and we'll see how many toys you can take in one go. Is that alright?"
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-10-12 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"If you don't then I got, like, three, I can put together," Spinister shrugs, letting Brainstorm guide his hand down to his cord, gliding the tips of his fingers down the length of it.

"They're a bit big though, so you'd probably fit only one." He curls two thick fingers into the wet heat of Brainstorm's valve, thumb circling his exterior node as lube drips down his wrist.

"More if you really wanna work at it," the heli continues absently, kicking the chair out of the way so that he could press the smaller flier chest-down against the tabletop, shoving his thigh up between Brainstorm's to spread them further. "Maybe."

As for the matter of getting used to this? Spinister puffs a vent of hot air in amusement and works his fingers deeper into quivering clench of Brainstorm's valve, free hand delicately teasing the slit at the tip of his cord.
triggerhappycopter: (MURDER)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-10-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You're so messy," Spin breathes against the back of Brainstorm's neck, twisting his fingers inside the confines of his friend's body, firmly working his fist up the length of the teal mech's cord. "Just look at this mess. How're we going to clean up a dirty little thing like you?" He delicately seeks out the bundles of sensors tucked in the valve's slick mesh walls, the underside of the cord and he listens to the slick, wet noises, the resulting drip of thick fluids.

"So what box does this open?" the heli purrs, letting go of the poor guy's cord so that he could pick the offered key up with sticky hands. He makes up for the slack by pushing his fingers in so deep that the tips curled neatly against the bundle of nerves at the very end of Brainstorm's valve.
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-10-31 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Letting the keyring slip down his pinky, Spinister cups his hand over Brainstorm's throat, listening to the cry he'd wrenched from his friend and feeling the resonance of it through his digits.

"Fucking pit," he laughs giddily against the base of the other flier's shoulder turrets. "You're so hot." Brainstorm gets about a second of reprieve before Spin's slowing spreading his fingers apart against the orgasmic fluttering of his valve walls-

"Wait. 'Bombs'?" Suddenly, distracted, Spinister comes to a dead halt, still knuckle deep in the jet. Sorry Brainstorm, but the guy's got a bit of a one track mind.

"What, you labelled your sex toy box 'Bombs' so people wouldn't mess with it?"
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-11-03 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's a long moment of Spinister's mental gears working through this revelation and then...

"That doesn't sound very sanitary."

Yes, because that's definitely the first thing you'd be concerned about in a boxful of bloody bombs. He doesn't have the courtesy to keep fingering Brainstorm either, no: the heli was actually drawing back and carefully pulling his fingers free, sticky lube trailing after them in thick, glossy strands.

"Fold your hands behind your back," he orders, casually grinding his thigh up between Brainstorm's spread legs, smearing fluids over the jet's already messy array. "Wrists together." Popping a roll of thick cable from his hip compartment, Spin pins the loose end between two sticky fingers and starts unspooling it, key jingling quietly with his movements.
triggerhappycopter: (Ominous looming.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-11-05 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oooohh." Yeah, that makes way more sense than just piling it all under some bombs. What was Spinister thinking?

"If you beg nicely, I might," he offers jovially when Brainstorm protests. What an offended little thing! Spin's optics slant in mirth as he watches little grey wings tremble indignantly while he gets into position. "And yeah, that's right."

Once the scientist finished crossing his hands, Spin loops a bit of cord through the detached end of Brainstorm's cuff and starts tying the teal wrists together. The way the fellow was bucking against his thigh was distracting and extremely hot, but Spinister concentrates, tightening the cord until it was juuuust on the verge of discomfort before drawing the wrists up and looping the cord around Brainstorm's cannon. It goes under his shoulder next, set against the sensitive joint there, then back to his canon before he repeats the pattern in reverse on his friend's other side. It finishes up with a tidy little knot just above Brainstorm's elbows.

"Aren't you just pretty," the heli comments, leaning back to admire the sight, drawing his thumb up Brainstorm's forearm. He places his palm against the middle of Brainstorm's back and lets the smaller jet bear some of his weight.

"Get me a leg bar and we can just leave you in the city center for everyone to watch." Teasingly light, Spinister circles his fingers over the edges of the drenched port, then lower to stroke at the base of Brainstorm's cord. "You're gushing enough to replace the fountain anyways."
triggerhappycopter: (MURDER)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-12-16 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Getting fucked by everyone in public sure seems to activate that sensor, huh?" Spinister slides the hand on Brainstorm's back down to where his wrists were folded neatly over each other and tugs until the cables dug into the scientist's wing joints.

"What makes you think you deserve to be fragged by me?" he tuts, tugging just a little harder, cycling warm air against the back of Brainstorm neck. The medic draws a feather light line down from the tip of that twitching cord to its base and then over his external node. "Awful cocky of you."

He can feel his friend's thighs trembling against his and it draws a chassis deep rumble from his powerplant. Spin spreads the slick, swollen lips of the jet's valve apart sliding the length of his fingers against them in maddeningly slow strokes.

"Now ask nicely and I'll consider letting you right my fingers."
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-12-26 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"If famousness was a criteria, I think I'd be dropping you like a bucket of hot lug nuts and going off to have fun with Optimus Prime instead." Still, the large hand on Brainstorm's wrists loosens its hold and the words were lined with warm amusement.

"You just need to say 'please'," Spinister whispers, leaning closer, scraping the edge of his mask over the back of Brainstorm's warm helm as the smaller flier writhes under him. He slips his hand over Brainstorm's side and cups his cockpit, finding the seams where glass met armor, easing their frames together, pressing close.

Scrap but the engineer running so, so hot.

"Say 'please'," he delicately pinches his friend's external node between two slick fingers, squeezing juuust on the border of pain before easing off and slipping just the bare tip of one digit into the inventor. "That's all you need to do and I'll give you another overload."
triggerhappycopter: (Ominous looming.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-12-30 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Goood jet," Spinister praises and sinks his fingers into Brainstorm once against without a moment of hesitation. He immediately gets to work, lighting up any and every little bundle of sensors he finds, twisting his fingers in deeper and deeper.

"Very good jet." He closes he eyes when his fingers nudge against the terminus of Brainstorm's valve again and he concentrates, stroking and squirming his fingers against it, mapping out each individual node there. "That wasn't so bad, was it now?"

Not that he gives Brainstorm much of a chance to think about the answer for that. He's busy pressing he thumb to his partner's external node, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out of the sopping wet valve, spreading his fingers apart against the clench of the the jet's calipers.
triggerhappycopter: (MURDER)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-01-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll train you up into an obedient little thing yet," Spin says with a low laugh, slipping a third finger in with a neat little twist of his hand, and then giving Brainstorm exactly what he asked for: harder and harder and harder.

He has to shift his grip to Brainstorm's shoulder halfway through to stop the smaller mech from sliding up and banging against the table. Lube was splatting over the thigh wedged between teal knees, forced out with each thrust and the pool was so big now that Spin has to watch and make sure he didn't slip.

"Look at you," he laughs again, slamming his fingers in deep and curling it hard against a bundle of sensors, shuddering at the sparks they gave off. "Give me a few weeks and I could just about fit my whole hand in there."
triggerhappycopter: (YAY?)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-02-04 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Brainstorm hits his climax and the hard ripple of his valve makes Spinister utter a breathy sigh as he keeps pumping his sensitized fingers against the tight squeeze, doing his best to prolong the jet's orgasm. His own pelvic armor was tight and static hums over his armor, but it was a good kind of discomfort and easily ignored in favor of his friend's pleasure.

The hand on Brainstorm's shoulder slides over to stroke gently over a wing as he slows down. Residual charge pops over the points of contact and Spin's optics dim in a quiet pleasure, watching as the weapon's engineer trembles against the table top.

"You okay there?" he murmurs, slowly, lazily swirling the tips of his digits against Brainstorm's ceiling nodes, mimicking the feel of cum being pumped against them.
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-02-22 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Well, since Spinister wasn't about to grow super long arms all of a sudden, stopping and moving away was just an unfortunate fact of life.

"Stay put," he says as he withdraws his fingers with a slick noise, thick strands of lube trailing from his fingertips. He gives Brainstorm's wing a final, comforting pet before moving back and going to search for the bottle of coolant he'd found before.

"I'll get you some energon too while I'm over here, how about?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-02-25 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably should've untied you before I left, huh?"

Spin sets the energon cube and coolant down before curling a hand around Brainstorm's waist and pushing him back up over the desk. He undoes one of the knots then, and the cable eases loose.

"We'll start on the toys after this," the surgeon continues and there's definitely a smile in that voice, although he was doing his best to suppress it. "Do you want to be tied up for that or do you want your hands free?"
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[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2016-03-04 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did," Spin concedes as he inspects Brainstorm's wing joints for any potential damage. "But do you want to be tied up for it still?"

Sorry Brainstorm, the guy is just not a fan of playing guessing games in this particular department. In fact, he just straight up hates guessing games and has possibly shot his teammates when they'd tried it on him.

On several occasions.

Because Misfire is apparently has a deathwish.