Here's the next bit - but do you mind if from now on I put it on A03 with a link to the picture?
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So here’s the deal, Cliffjumper said, with shining optics. A threesome. I want you in front, Windcharger, giving me the head you’re famous for. Bee? I want you doin' Windie, and I wanna feel how much Windie’s getting into it by how hard see sucks my spike …”
He cupped his heating codpiece. “Awww frag yeah! My fave fantasy! It’s gonna be awesome!”
But whilst Bumblebee growled enthusiastically, heat radiating from his panels, his spike already pressurizing and emerging into his hand, Windcharger looked crestfallen. “Uh guys,” he muttered guiltily. “Look – I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve kinda – got something else on the go.”
Cliffjumper could hardly believe it. The enlarging aperture through which his spike had been about to emerge froze, abruptly. “Who?” he demanded, his hands on his hips.
Windcharger looked embarrassed - yet decidedly pleased with himself. Well you know I’ve always had a thing for Brawn?” he said. “it’s – er - finally happening here. And uh …” he snickered, “’reckon by the time he’s finished I ain’t really got th’ energy for anyone else!”
Bumblebee and Cliffjumper exchanged glances. They were both thinking the same thing. “What’s Windie got that we haven’t?”
But neither would have been so sparkless as to say that to their fellow minibot. Besides, to admit how jealous the benefit of Brawn’s gargantuan equipment and allegedly inexhaustible modus made them would have been ‘uncool.’
Nevertheless, Cliffjumper looked disgruntled. He folded his arms. “Well fine!” he snapped. “Don’t let us hold you up!”
“Sorry guys!” Windcharger looked guilty. Although the glint in his optics suggested he wasn’t half as guilty as he should be. With a smug looking smirk, he slunk away.
Bumblebee, whose spike was still annoyingly pressurized, ran a hand silkily down Cliffjumper’s arm. “There’s still plenty we can do!’ he said. “And there’s always – Gears.”
But Cliffjumper pulled away and began to pace, angrily. “Are you kidding?” he exploded. “It’s been so long since he got his tackle out I doubt he even remembers what its for!" He threw his hands in the air. "This is no good Bee! I’m not saying you don’t turn me on, but hell, mech! Variety is everything!”
Bee nodded glumly. “I know what you mean,” he said. “And I guess there’s no way any of the others are gonna wanna get off with a couple of kinky minibots!"
"Ecactly!" Cliffjumper snapped. "We’d be being a laughing stock if we even suggested it! But I tell ya Bee, my circuits are burning up. You gotta think of something - and fast!”
“Yeah … I’m thinking!” Bee said, his spike stiffening at CJ's words. He studied the petulant red form, reflecting that in actual point of fact there were still plenty of things they could do on their own ….”
Charge rippled through him, and he was about to suggest one. But just then, a voice rang out over the Ark announcement system. “Decepticon attack. Decepticon attack. All Autobots proceed immediately to the battle preparation area!”
Cliffjumper threw up his hands again. “That’s all we need!” he wailed. “Oh well …” he clenched his denta, “I guess there’s nothing like a bit of con crunching to work off the old frustrations! We better go!”
He stumped off immediately towards the door. Bee watched him, his equipment aching, thinking how sexy Cliffie was when he was pissed. And then, a smile appearing on his faceplates, he followed.
Con-crunching? Plus pissed CJ, it had just given Bumblebee an idea!
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Date: 2012-01-18 10:22 am (UTC).............
So here’s the deal, Cliffjumper said, with shining optics. A threesome. I want you in front, Windcharger, giving me the head you’re famous for. Bee? I want you doin' Windie, and I wanna feel how much Windie’s getting into it by how hard see sucks my spike …”
He cupped his heating codpiece. “Awww frag yeah! My fave fantasy! It’s gonna be awesome!”
But whilst Bumblebee growled enthusiastically, heat radiating from his panels, his spike already pressurizing and emerging into his hand, Windcharger looked crestfallen. “Uh guys,” he muttered guiltily. “Look – I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve kinda – got something else on the go.”
Cliffjumper could hardly believe it. The enlarging aperture through which his spike had been about to emerge froze, abruptly. “Who?” he demanded, his hands on his hips.
Windcharger looked embarrassed - yet decidedly pleased with himself. Well you know I’ve always had a thing for Brawn?” he said. “it’s – er - finally happening here. And uh …” he snickered, “’reckon by the time he’s finished I ain’t really got th’ energy for anyone else!”
Bumblebee and Cliffjumper exchanged glances. They were both thinking the same thing. “What’s Windie got that we haven’t?”
But neither would have been so sparkless as to say that to their fellow minibot. Besides, to admit how jealous the benefit of Brawn’s gargantuan equipment and allegedly inexhaustible modus made them would have been ‘uncool.’
Nevertheless, Cliffjumper looked disgruntled. He folded his arms. “Well fine!” he snapped. “Don’t let us hold you up!”
“Sorry guys!” Windcharger looked guilty. Although the glint in his optics suggested he wasn’t half as guilty as he should be. With a smug looking smirk, he slunk away.
Bumblebee, whose spike was still annoyingly pressurized, ran a hand silkily down Cliffjumper’s arm. “There’s still plenty we can do!’ he said. “And there’s always – Gears.”
But Cliffjumper pulled away and began to pace, angrily. “Are you kidding?” he exploded. “It’s been so long since he got his tackle out I doubt he even remembers what its for!" He threw his hands in the air. "This is no good Bee! I’m not saying you don’t turn me on, but hell, mech! Variety is everything!”
Bee nodded glumly. “I know what you mean,” he said. “And I guess there’s no way any of the others are gonna wanna get off with a couple of kinky minibots!"
"Ecactly!" Cliffjumper snapped. "We’d be being a laughing stock if we even suggested it! But I tell ya Bee, my circuits are burning up. You gotta think of something - and fast!”
“Yeah … I’m thinking!” Bee said, his spike stiffening at CJ's words. He studied the petulant red form, reflecting that in actual point of fact there were still plenty of things they could do on their own ….”
Charge rippled through him, and he was about to suggest one. But just then, a voice rang out over the Ark announcement system. “Decepticon attack. Decepticon attack. All Autobots proceed immediately to the battle preparation area!”
Cliffjumper threw up his hands again. “That’s all we need!” he wailed. “Oh well …” he clenched his denta, “I guess there’s nothing like a bit of con crunching to work off the old frustrations! We better go!”
He stumped off immediately towards the door. Bee watched him, his equipment aching, thinking how sexy Cliffie was when he was pissed. And then, a smile appearing on his faceplates, he followed.
Con-crunching? Plus pissed CJ, it had just given Bumblebee an idea!