[LAZIEST CATCH-ALL FOR SEX POLLEN]

[knightlite]

[Wing will be spending a great deal of time meditating quietly in various places or wandering around exploring to take his mind off the pollen.]

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AMBULON

[knightlite]

Wing has been having better luck than most people he's bumped into with this pollen mess, but he's hardly perfect. After too long meditating--he's stiff when he finally climbs carefully to his feet--he opts for a change of scenery and heads back into town. It isn't long before the charge starts to build again, despite the distraction of walking, and he blows too-warm air out of his vents in a sigh and heads into the nearest building to find an at least semi-private space to... take care of the problem.

Re: AMBULON

[legthwise]

Ambulon is doing exactly the same thing. Days of being exposed to the spore and infected mechs have left him raw and wanting. The medibay was certainly not the most private place to self service, and he found himself more often than he would care to admit, sneaking off to the wash rack for a quick overload when the heat became too much to ignore. But, after a few close calls, Ambulon decides to go elsewhere to seek privacy.

Unfortunately for him, privacy is exactly what he’s not getting as he walks into the “abandoned” building only to practically bump into a strange mech with his spike in hand.

“Ohh god. Sorry. So sorry. I didn’t realize this building was already occupied.”

His hand flies up to shield his eyes and protect Wing’s modesty.

[knightlite]

Wing makes a shuddering sound and pushes up onto one elbow when the door bursts open, his cooling fans roaring and his optics wide. He catches sight of Ambulon covering his optics and bites his lip on a laugh, then on a low moan as he slides slow fingers out of his valve. A choked little noise escapes and he swallows, sitting up and folding his legs to preserve Ambulon's modesty if nothing else.

"It's all right," he says, his voice low and velvety with static, his optics too-bright but focused. "Were you looking for someone in particular?"

[legthwise]

He feels like he’s drowning in the heady scent of ozone and charge bleeding off of Wing. Disoriented, he reaches back fumbling for the door only to end up backing himself into a wall. The slick sound of fingers sliding from a wet valve send a spike of charge through him.

“No, just someplace to be… alone. Just as you were, I suppose.”

He risks a peek at the mech, hoping that they have had time to cover.

“I’m so sorry, I should… go."

[knightlite]

Wing smiles invitingly when Ambulon peeks out from between his fingers, not looking upset in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it. I understand the impulse, obviously, and it was an honest mistake." He hesitates a little, a shiver rattling through him, and he leans forward, lips parting.

"But you don't have to leave. If you'd rather have some company. ...my name is Wing."

[legthwise]

He hesitates. Ambulon isn’t one to typically fall into bed with strangers, but the pull of the pollen on his processor has him considering it for far longer than he would under normal circumstances. He should be out of the building by now, but he finds himself transfixed the the bright optics of Wing as he leans closer.

“I don’t know you.”

Still, he doesn’t leave. One could argue that he actually leans forward a bit, himself.

[knightlite]

"...that's true." Wing eases a little, wrapping his arms around himself and shivering. He aches, his spike still painfully pressurized, and his optics flicker as he leans against the wall and curls in on himself a little closer.

"I certainly won't hold it against you if you leave. But you're welcome to stay."

[legthwise]

Ambulon doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down the length of Wing’s frame. He’s definitely needs to get rid of some of that excess charge just as badly as Ambulon does. He doesn’t seem like a terrible sort of person, and he isn’t bad looking… what does he have to lose right now anyway?

“Alright, if you’re sure you don’t mind…"

He sighs, moving to sit next to Wing, inching over ever so slowly until their plating touches. The warmth of another body is heaven against his own and he melts against it.

Ambulon isn't quite sure where to go next. Should he touch? It feels sort of wrong to just go straight for it. He looks over at wing for guidance, hoping that he doesn't look like a complete moron.

[knightlite]

Wing's optics widen slightly in surprise but he leans back in against Ambulon, his whole body softening.

"I don't mind at all," Wing says softly, turning his head and kissing the top of Ambulon's helm impulsively. He shifts, posture opening, his arms falling away from his own knees to curl around Ambulon's waist. His lips press briefly to Ambulon's cheek before he draws back again, smiling slightly.

"Would you tell me your name?"

[legthwise]

His optic’s flash in embarrassment and his hand shoots up to rub the back of his neck

“Oh! god, sorry, yeah. It’s Ambulon. Nice to meet you.”

Smooth, Ambulon, real smooth.

The light kisses against his face and helm sooth him a bit. After a few moments, he gains the courage to lean back in, gently brushing his lips against the corner of Wing’s upturned mouth.

His hands settle somewhat awkwardly on his new acquaintance’s shoulders, fingers twitching slightly against the plating as he struggles to quash another wave of charge.

[knightlite]

Wing politely does not laugh--but he does pull Ambulon in a little tighter and lean back, drawing Ambulon in against him as he lays down on the berth again, tucking Ambulon against his side. He leans in, too, pressing their lips together as one hand slips up to curl against Ambulon's helm, nuzzling slow, melting kisses against his mouth until they're stretched out side-by-side and Wing scoots his hips back politely, drawing back to grin into Ambulon's face from very close.

"Pleased to meet you, too," he says, nudging their forehelms together.

[legthwise]

Ambulon Stares back dumbfounded for a moment. Wing can’t be real. People don’t actually act like this in real life. The tiniest smile plays at the corner of his mouth before huffs a laugh, lips cracking into a dopey grin.

He peppers a few light kisses along Wing’s cheek and lips before pausing to linger a bit longer, tongue venturing out to slide along the bottom of his partner’s lip.

[knightlite]

Wing's whole face lights up when Ambulon smiles back and laughs, wriggling a little as Ambulon kisses his face. He moans quietly as Ambulon licks at his mouth and presses closer, their tongues tangling as his hands wander, digging gently into seams and stroking wires as they slide down. His thumbs trace Ambulon's hips and one sneaks in, though he doesn't quite brush against Ambulon's panel, hesitating.

"Let me?" he half-groans into Ambulon's neck, tracking quick, nipping kisses over his shoulder then down his breastplate, his palms pressing flat to warm plating. "Please?"

LATE GAME

[scaredybot]

Mayday has an armful of techo-organic plants for his deer, legs that feel like energelly in an earthquake, and a growing pool of lubricant behind his sealed interface panel.

So much lubricant. Why so much. He's so embarrassed. He just wants to get home and hide in his washroom, but it's slow going with his legs this wobbly, and he didn't bring anything to tow his load of deer snackies in so he can't drive.

His life is pain.

His life is even more pain when he turns a corner and literally trips over a meditating Wing. Plants fly everywhere, and possibly the gangliest bot on the planet finds himself draped over a complete stranger.

...squeak.

RIGHT ON TIME

[knightlite]

Wing's optics snap open just before Mayday collides with him and he reaches out, catching Mayday's fall and turning him so he ends up sitting in Wing's lap, one of Wing's arms around his shoulders and the other curled loosely around his waist.

"Hello," Wing says, not sounding perturbed in the least, shifting Mayday comfortably against him and looking around curiously, spotting the scattered plants. "Oh. ...can I help you?"

:D

[scaredybot]

Mayday stares dazedly up at Wing, trying to figure out what just happened. Lap. He's in a lap. A stranger's lap.

He feels a brief moment of terror because what if it's a Deception who wants to beat him up but the offer to help quells that.

"I-" he starts, before his gaze fixes on Wing's face and his pollen-driven libido suddenly informs him that oh no he's hot. Further words emerge in the form of choked incomprehensible squeaks as the metal of his cheeks starts blazing.

Slowly, Mayday places his hands over his helmet's faceguard and hides.

[knightlite]

Wing knows he shouldn't laugh but he can't help it. It's warm and kind, at least, and he shifts his impromptu hold on Mayday to turn it into a sort of hug, squeezing gently.

"You too, hmmm? It seems to be going around." He rubs soothingly at Mayday's side. "It's all right. My name's Wing."

[scaredybot]

Oh no he's nice.

"I should have stayed home," Mayday whines. But the deer had been giving him such sad looks. The saddest looks.

The soothing touches are having pretty much the opposite effect. On the one hand, it makes him twitchy because he's still recovering from his long fear of being touched and he doesn't know where Wing's been and when was the last time he washed!

On the other hand, wow please touch him more, his body is on fire, mmm. So very, very embarrassing.

"I'm m-m-Mayday," he manages, still hiding behind his hands.

[knightlite]

"That seems to be the general consensus, yes," Wing says wryly, watching Mayday from very close.

"It's nice to meet you, Mayday," he says, his voice gentle. "Would you like me to help you up and let you go? I can help carry your, um, plants, too, if you'd like."

[scaredybot]

"Right. Yes. Plants." Plants for sad deer. "That sounds like- I mean. Nh. Right. Go home. Good idea."

Escape before he ends up banging anyone else that's not his boyfriend. And then call Pipes. And cry about how he didn't think it would be this bad. That sounds like the sensible course of action.

If he can, uh, get his legs to work. Because now they're even more wobbly.

[knightlite]

Wing makes an agreeable sound and stands up, scooping Mayday up with him effortlessly before he very carefully sets Mayday down on his feet. Wing holds his shoulders a moment to make sure he's steady and smiles down into his face.

"I'll get the plants, all right?" he says. His cooling fans are laboring audibly and his plating is warm, but he seems remarkably composed. "You just focus on getting us home."

[scaredybot]

Mayday's ventilation catches as Wing sets him on his feet like he weighs approximately nothing. Which is kind of true by Transformer standards, but still. Oh no he's strong.

He's steady. Sort of. And also standing very, very still because he's fairly certain if he moves at all, his legs are going to collapse.

"O-oh. Kay. Okay. Yes. Home." Yes, hello weak trembly voice.

[knightlite]

Wing gathers up the scattered vegetation and turns back to Mayday, cocking his head curiously before he steps closer again. He doesn't touch Mayday, but his face softens in understanding and he ducks his head down.

"Mayday," he says. "Are you all right? I mean, besides the obvious."

[scaredybot]

When Wing steps closer - oh gosh he's looks so tall this close - and Mayday almost swoons, his posture growing stiffer as he tries to remain upright.

"No, no. I mean yes! I mean. Um. I- I'm okay!" His voice hitches to a squeakier pitch. "Besides the- the 'obvious'."

The obvious is just really messing with him right now, boy is it.

[knightlite]

"All right," Wing says, looking sympathetic. "Just--if you need help." He stops, clears his vocalizer, and looks away for a moment.

"Well. If you decide you'd like assistance, I'd of course be very flattered if you'd feel comfortable enough to ask me. And if you'd rather be left alone I'd be happy to do that, as well. Okay? The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable."