DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

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( 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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[rodders]

( 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. )

[thesurpriseinside]

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.]

[rodders]

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.

[thesurpriseinside]

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.]

[rodders]

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. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ 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. ]

[rodders]

( Processing the sight of Minimus before him is a lot more difficult than Rodimus thought it was going to be - mustache and all. )

Oh frag.

( Look at him, all eloquent. His spike pressurizes fully in moments with a low groan from Rodimus. There's the itch to do something, anything, but he can't grab at Minimus or lose the ability to keep watching and that's frustrating but he'll get over it. Instead he just gives a slow, encouraging roll of his hips. That's... useful, right? )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ Not useful, but certainly encouraging. It mostly encourages Minimus to slide his hands up from Rodimus' thighs to his hips, using his strength to pin them down as he leans up.

He licks the head of the spike before taking it in, sucking lightly and lowering his head slowly, getting a feel for the size and stretch of Rodimus' spike in his mouth. ]

[rodders]

( A small sound of protest escapes him at that, because somewhere along the line he completely forgot about the unnatural strength Minimus has - even though he's got his own set of dents from earlier. But the sound ends in a whine the moment he feels his mouth on his spike, head falling back.

His hips jerk but don't move, and that just causes another whine to escape him, hands clenching on air. )

Minimus--

[thesurpriseinside]

[ There's no use trying to talk now, so he hums and hopes it's encouraging before going back to work his mouth over Rodimus' spike in earnest. He sets a precise rhythm, swallowing more and more of the spike with each bob of his helm.]

[rodders]

( Very encouraging, and maybe he's a little entranced by the fact that Minimus has his mouth and - by extension his stupid, ridiculous mustache - around his spike. Who can blame him? His fans kick up a gear as he feels the heat rise in his systems and the combination of sight and feeling. )

Hgnn-- frag.

( Definitely scoring eloquent points here. But even the rhythm is so very Minimus that he can't help but smirk, although that's lost quickly the more of his spike Minimus takes into his mouth. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He catches the smirk and pulls up to give the head of Rodimus' spike a hard reproving suck. Which is. Perhaps not the best method of punishment, particularly not when he immediately sinks back down, taking more and gagging just a little.

He doesn't pull back, but keeps himself there a moment, moaning a little before going back to his rhythm, less precise now that the taste of mixed transfluid and the feel of hot metal is working it's way into his processor. ]

[rodders]

( Okay that gets him to curse, hands curling into fists in an attempt to grab something that isn't Minimus. He settles, however, on the leg of the coffee table because it's in range and he can wrap his hand around it. The gagging has him worried for a moment - he doesn't want to damage Minimus in any way, but then he moans and he can feel the vibrations in his spike and he's really glad Minimus is effectively pinning him to the floor because his hips would have jumped straight off if he hadn't.

And then he changes the rhythm and Rodimus really doesn't care anymore - the hand that isn't clutching the table leg reaching down to dig into one of Minimus' shoulders, static instead of words escaping him as he can feel his charge building quickly. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He moans again at the hand on his shoulder. He works his helm and there is a faint sense of pride when his lips bump against Rodimus' array. Impossible to use his voice effectively now, so instead he gives a low rev of his engine. ]

[rodders]

( Primus help him, that shouldn't be as hot as it is - and he can feel his spike brush the back of Minimus' intake... frag him. )

Minimus-- ( A low moan, and his own engine rumbles in approval and desire. He wants to say something witty about the mustache and his array and how it's better with it, but nothing else but another moan comes out of his mouth when he opens it again. ) Don't just-- just--

( Stop there. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ there's a temptation to lift his head and ask what Rodimus was going to say, but it's overpowered by his own desire. He doesn't want to stop, he won't stop. Minimus works his helm, keeping his engine at a low, throbbing purr, doing whatever comes to mind to push Rodimus to his overload.]

[rodders]

( One day he's going to ask how Minimus can do this, but that day is not at this moment - charge building and building with the feeling of Minimus' mouth around his spike and the bobbing of his helm. Primus how can someone so uptight and rule bound do this?

It doesn't take long until Rodimus overloads with a cry, back curving up and the hand on the coffee table denting the metal slightly. His hips stay down, but only because Minimus is holding them down and frag - that helps make it so much better too.

His head hits the floor with a soft clang, and the hand on Minimus' shoulder slips to the underside of the kibble, tugging upwards to encourage Minimus to join him. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He crawls up bracing himself slightly over Rodimus. ]

I trust that was satisfactory?

[ His voice is staticy and smug, he's even got the barest hint of a smirk. ]

[rodders]

Yeah, at least.

( He's not going to complain about any of it, one hand coming up to cup his cheek before he pushes himself up to kiss Minimus properly. And, in doing so, kind of sees what the appeal of the thing he thinks Minimus has. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He is more than happy to return the kiss, in the process slowly pressing himself down until he's flush against Rodimus. It feels nice, still warmed plating against his and the breeze from humming fans intermingling.

It's an intimacy he hasn't had in... longer than he cares to calculate. He hums into the kiss and settles a little more comfortably against Rodimus. ]

[rodders]

( His other arm goes around Minimus' waist, keeping him there as much as he's able - knowing full well that Minimus could break free if he wanted to. )

Dancing tomorrow.

( Because all he wants to do is curl up with Minimus and sleep, optics shuttering as a smile spreads over his face. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He gets another kiss for that, sweet and soft on the corner of his mouth. ]

You could at least move to the couch. [ He got it for Rodimus after all... ]

[rodders]

And move you? Don't think so.

( Look at him, look at his priorities. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ Oh no you don't. Minimus frowns at him then gets up gently disentangling himself from Rodimus' arms before moving to the couch and nestling into it, making sure there's plenty of room if someone maybe wants to join him. ]

What about now?

[rodders]

( He instantly misses the warmth of another frame against his, but isn't so easily cowed. So he rolls onto his stomach and props up his head on his hands. )

I don't like to reward people who cheat.

( But he's grinning, so he's clearly not all that upset about it. )