rodion | DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

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DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

( He's in trouble. He's Rodimus, the younger of Nova's two candidates for Prime, and he is absolutely in trouble. It's not his fault. He just happened to be somewhere where trouble results, although okay - that part isn't new.

And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.

Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.

Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.

Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.

Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.

Mostly. )

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[ Minimus will actively deny that he has "a thing," but that doesn't change the fact that he still moans into the kiss, licks into Rodimus' mouth to make it just a little dirtier.

He'll lean away when Rodimus speaks, coming back to himself and looking a little embarrassed. ]

You're- Of course you're welcome to use to the shower if you like.

( Yep, sounds like the beginning of 'a thing' to Rodimus, who's wisely not going to remark on it at the moment. That can wait until sometime in the future. When he's got more proof to make sure Minimus doesn't try to make excuses and get out of owning up to it. )

Maybe later. Like tomorrow morning.

( He's in no rush, and moves to lie on the floor - this time attempting to bring down Minimus with him. Couch? Who needs a couch that was specifically bought to fit him and Minimus at the same time? )

[ Why can't you use that intuitive nature for more productive things that don't involve driving Minimus crazy. ]

You're not going to sleep here are you.

[ Really now, but he lets himself be tugged down, not cuddling closer. Yet. ]

( Because driving Minimus crazy is the best part of pretty much everything. )

On the floor or in your apartment? Because I think I've got a standing invitation to crash here whenever I want after tonight.

( Smirking up at him - tucking one arm under his head to prop it up slightly. His free hand comes to rest again at Minimus' hip, thumb running circles across the smooth metal of the armor before he lets his arm drop to his chest. )

Yes, on the floor. [ He's not going to address the part about the standing invitation because... it's not not true. ]

I have more comfortable surfaces to sleep on than the floor. [ And he props himself up a little so he can frown down at Rodimus. ]

But all of those require moving. Which I don't want to do right now.

( So he's not going to. Sure, maybe before he falls asleep. But for now he's just content to stay here, looking up at Minimus' face.

If there was a moment, he's probably ruining it by reaching up to poke at the side of his mustache, grinning. Yep, never going to get over that. )

Couch is nice, we can go back to that.

[ Minimus bats that hand away and then leans down to kiss Rodimus, since this seems like a decent enough approach to distracting him. ]

Fine, but I'm going to clean up.

[ Despite Rodimus' really heartfelt efforts, he's still a bit sticky and that's just now starting to feel uncomfortable, but he pauses, sliding his hands down over Rodimus' plating. Partly for the thrill of it, partly so there's a little more weight to his words when he adds. ]

Unless you wanted...

Unless I wanted what?

( The kissing is a really good way to distract him, as his his hands on him - eliciting a shiver from him as he does so. He wants it, whatever it may be, and it shows in the way his optics brighten and the corner of his mouth turns up into a satisfied smirk.

What an asshole. )

[ The worst sort. And it just seems to bring out the worst in Minimus, who sits up so he can slide his hands down lower on Rodimus' frame. ]

Unless. You wanted to even up the score a little.

[ It sounds utterly ridiculous the moment he says it, so the statement's followed by a frown, even as he strokes over transformation seams. ]

( Which gets a low purr from his engine, arching up into the touch with a soft laugh. )

You want me to let you close in on my lead? I dunno, Minimus. I like winning.

[ It's an intoxicating combination. Minimus continues his caresses before lifting his fingers, making his touch feather light. ]

Then should I stop?

( Which is possibly even worse, Rodimus' helm falling back with a soft clunk against Minimus' floor - his hands going to rest on Minimus' thighs. His thumbs work circles against the plating, pushing aside armor to run the pad of his fingers over the wiring there. )

Primus, no.

( His grip tightens, and he pulls Minimus forward slightly. Ignoring the sound of metal against metal and the fact that now he's really gone and made sure there's going to be paint transfers for them to explain away later, Rodimus makes sure that Minimus is a prime (haha) position to feel the heat radiating off his panel when he rolls his hips upward - holding the other bot there. )

[ He can't tell if his plan to seduce Rodimus has backfired or not. Hyper-sensitive, he shivers for the hands on his thighs and outright moans at the roll of Rodimus' hips, the only immediate response he can manage is to cover his mouth to try and stifle it and grind down against the heated panel. ]

Rodimus.

( But why would you want to stifle it? One of his hands comes up to curl around Minimus' wrist and give a firm tug - attempting to pull it away from his mouth. Not that he doesn't think Minimus is capable of yanking it out of his grip if he wanted to, but that's not the point.

Whatever he's about to say is lost in static when Minimus moves, his own hips bucking up in response because he needs the friction, needs Minimus' weight. )

S'my name. Don't-- don't wear it out.

( As if they aren't making good progress towards that tonight. )

[ He lets Rodimus tug his hand down, tho not before turning his head to press a kiss against the hand on his. ]

Impossible.

[ His voice is rough with static, but he soldiers on. ] This was not what I'd had in mind.

[ That doesn't actually stop him from moving against Rodimus more, pressing against him and giving him that friction and weight. ]

Yeah? You can save it for later.

( Because he likes this idea better, one hand sliding up Minimus' inner thigh again before moving to grab his aft and pull him down more as he bucks up again. This whole night had turned out even better than Rodimus expected, and he's not going to complain at all.

They'll just have to go dancing another day. )

[ He tries to say something, but fails at the roll of hips. He grinds down instead, leaning forward to brace himself on Rodimus shoulders. ]

Your- Your estimation of my stamina is alarming.

[ If this goes on he's not sure he'll last the night, much less an actual relationship. Which is not as much of a deterrent as it really ought to be. ]

( He could get used to seeing Minimus over him like that. But then again, he could get used to seeing Minimus in a lot of different ways given half the chance. Somewhere in the back of his processor something is trying to remind him that he's screwing the officer that arrested him.

Rodimus promptly tells that part of his brain that it's part of what makes this so damn hot, and his brain doesn't really mind the reminder. )

Alarming wasn't the word I was going for. And it's not like you're complaining or anything.

( Exactly the opposite. Another thrust upwards with his hips and he groans, feeling Minimus move against him. Yeah, he could get used to this too - his now freed hand pushing aside plating on Minimus' side, seeking out the sensitive wires beneath. )

[ He shivers again and flares his plating to give Rodimus' fingers more room to slide under. ]

Not- Not complaining, but-

[ The shiver turns to a full body shudder when Rodimus brushes against a sensitive wire just as his hips thrust up. He stiffens and whines at the minor overload that pulses thru him, before his arms get out and he has to slump over Rodimus, vents whirring.

Vaguely it occurs to him that there is probably some sort of protocol in place for sexual relations with primes and he is almost certain his two and a half overloads to Rodimus' one is violating one of them. ]

S-Sorry.

( He laughs again, although his mouth flattens into a line before twisting into a confused expression. )

For what?

( He doesn't get it. The hand that was on Minimus' side slides up to rest against the kibble on Minimus' back, drumming out a pattern because he can't possibly be still for a second or two.

And, well, there's still his own building charge to be seen too - he cups one hand around Minimus' aft and pulls him more on his chest before letting that hand fall away, going to brush over his interface panel, hips jerking up into his own touch. It's not like self-service is an unheard of concept, and it's going to be a lot better when he has Minimus right here. )

Overloading too quickly.

[ It's embarrassing to say. He settles against Rodimus' chest when he's moved, snuggling closer. It feels so good. A closeness and warmth he hasn't had. His peace is disturbed by the movement of Rodimus' other hand. It's a very specific movement. ]

I could. Help. With that. If you like. [ he tries not to cringe at how uncertain his own voice sounds. Very sexy.]

Well you did say it's been a while. And I'm just that good.

( Humble, Rodimus.

But totally and completely not sexy; that gets another low laugh - hand falling away as he nods. It's not a smooth offer, but it's somehow very Minimus and that's-- that's what counts. This thing between them. It's good, it's Really good and even though it's based on a few instances of being in each other's presence and sex, he thinks he can make that call. )

I won't stop you.

Edited 2014-10-07 06:15 (UTC)

You make me feel-

[He cuts himself off. It's ridiculous and he's been ridiculous enough for one night. Instead he pushes himself up, pressing a kiss against the armor of Rodimus' chest as he slides down to settle between his thighs.

His vents haven't really stopped, but they kick up from the low hum. He leans down and presses a kiss to Rodimus' panel, a little unsure of how to start.]

Feel-- oh.

( That's a good place to start, and the rest of Rodimus' question is lost in a groan and a roll of his hips towards Minimus. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, trying to get a good look at the other bot just-- just because, even if they won't support him for the entirety of Minimus helping him, he needs to see him.

But his panel clicks back, folding away. So that's a start, at the very least. )

[ He's a little relieved to not have to answer the question, he's not actually sure how he would answer.

He is sure about this, though, flicking his gaze up so that he can look back at Rodimus as he leans down and circles his tongue around the rim of Rodimus' valve before pressing open mouth kisses up to the base of his spike. ]

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