G1: The Sweetest Denial
Title: The Sweetest Denial
'Verse: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Perceptor, Ironhide, Sideswipe
Pairings: Sideswipe/Perceptor
Warnings: D/s, food control
Summary: Their relationship isn't as innocent as it appears to the others.
Word Count: 551
Notes: Written for riot on tumblr.
italics: thoughts
It had been 30 kliks since he sat down with his cube and datapad in the mess. Reviewing the notes on Wheeljack’s newest compound had been sufficiently distracting for about 15 kliks, but the low fuel pop-ups on his HUD and sensation of hunger gnawing at his internal components proved to be more effective at keeping his attention - this was his first chance to refuel since yesterday afternoon; time-sensitive experiments caused him to miss meals. He had been reading the same bullet point over and over, pretending to be absorbed in his work when Ironhide stopped at his table.
“Percy, you gonna drink your energon? I saw you get it over 20 kliks and you ain’t touched it since.”
He smiled up at Ironhide politely. “I am waiting for Sideswipe. He should be here soon,” he said.
The older mech’s rough face cracked with a grin. “Oh, I getcha. Young lovers, gotta do everything together,” he chuckled.
“Something like that,” Perceptor said lightly.
I’m not allowed to refuel until he lets me.
Sideswipe appeared from behind Ironhide, giving the old mech a hearty slap on the back. “Hey, rusty bolts, better not be putting the moves on my Percy!” he said. He ducked Ironhide’s fist with a laugh and slid in next to Perceptor at the table.
“Rusty bolts, eh?! Stay sharp for your next training run, junior, or these rusty old bolts will send you straight to the med-bay,” Ironhide growled, and swatted Sideswipe’s helm.
“I’ll take you up on that threat tomorrow. Right now though, can you fill me in on the new rifle specs?” Sideswipe grinned, rubbing his head.
Perceptor half-listened to their conversation and tried not to stare at the cube in Sideswipe’s hand.
Not until he drinks. Just wait. Be patient.
As Sideswipe discussed ammo types, he finally lifted his cube to his mouth and took a swig. Nonchalantly, Perceptor picked up his own cube and took a sip. The energon had cooled, no longer the temperature for optimal taste, but it was so good. Feeling the liquid seep down from his throat and through his tubes was almost obscenely pleasureful. He did not miss Sideswipe watching him from the corner of his optic, or the secret, possessive smile that touched his lips for a moment.
“ - thanks for the update, ‘Hide. I’ll test them out at the shooting range later…now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a special someone here who’s been waiting all day to see me,” he said, sliding an arm around Perceptor’s waist.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll clear off; don’t want to interrupt quality time with your sweetspark,” Ironhide said with a knowing wink. He patted Sideswipe on the shoulder and headed for Prime’s table.
Perceptor took another slow, measured sip of his energon. He was still rather hungry, but didn’t want look careless in front of Sideswipe by drinking too quickly. Every mouthful he was allowed was to be savored. Energon tasted so much sweeter since he started seeing Sideswipe.
“Thanks for waiting up for me, Perceptor.”
“You know I would.”
Sideswipe pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek. His lips brushed against the side of his helm.
“So obedient. I think I’ll keep you,” he murmured. There was something dark and promising in his voice.
Perceptor loved it.
'Verse: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Perceptor, Ironhide, Sideswipe
Pairings: Sideswipe/Perceptor
Warnings: D/s, food control
Summary: Their relationship isn't as innocent as it appears to the others.
Word Count: 551
Notes: Written for riot on tumblr.
italics: thoughts
It had been 30 kliks since he sat down with his cube and datapad in the mess. Reviewing the notes on Wheeljack’s newest compound had been sufficiently distracting for about 15 kliks, but the low fuel pop-ups on his HUD and sensation of hunger gnawing at his internal components proved to be more effective at keeping his attention - this was his first chance to refuel since yesterday afternoon; time-sensitive experiments caused him to miss meals. He had been reading the same bullet point over and over, pretending to be absorbed in his work when Ironhide stopped at his table.
“Percy, you gonna drink your energon? I saw you get it over 20 kliks and you ain’t touched it since.”
He smiled up at Ironhide politely. “I am waiting for Sideswipe. He should be here soon,” he said.
The older mech’s rough face cracked with a grin. “Oh, I getcha. Young lovers, gotta do everything together,” he chuckled.
“Something like that,” Perceptor said lightly.
I’m not allowed to refuel until he lets me.
Sideswipe appeared from behind Ironhide, giving the old mech a hearty slap on the back. “Hey, rusty bolts, better not be putting the moves on my Percy!” he said. He ducked Ironhide’s fist with a laugh and slid in next to Perceptor at the table.
“Rusty bolts, eh?! Stay sharp for your next training run, junior, or these rusty old bolts will send you straight to the med-bay,” Ironhide growled, and swatted Sideswipe’s helm.
“I’ll take you up on that threat tomorrow. Right now though, can you fill me in on the new rifle specs?” Sideswipe grinned, rubbing his head.
Perceptor half-listened to their conversation and tried not to stare at the cube in Sideswipe’s hand.
Not until he drinks. Just wait. Be patient.
As Sideswipe discussed ammo types, he finally lifted his cube to his mouth and took a swig. Nonchalantly, Perceptor picked up his own cube and took a sip. The energon had cooled, no longer the temperature for optimal taste, but it was so good. Feeling the liquid seep down from his throat and through his tubes was almost obscenely pleasureful. He did not miss Sideswipe watching him from the corner of his optic, or the secret, possessive smile that touched his lips for a moment.
“ - thanks for the update, ‘Hide. I’ll test them out at the shooting range later…now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a special someone here who’s been waiting all day to see me,” he said, sliding an arm around Perceptor’s waist.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll clear off; don’t want to interrupt quality time with your sweetspark,” Ironhide said with a knowing wink. He patted Sideswipe on the shoulder and headed for Prime’s table.
Perceptor took another slow, measured sip of his energon. He was still rather hungry, but didn’t want look careless in front of Sideswipe by drinking too quickly. Every mouthful he was allowed was to be savored. Energon tasted so much sweeter since he started seeing Sideswipe.
“Thanks for waiting up for me, Perceptor.”
“You know I would.”
Sideswipe pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek. His lips brushed against the side of his helm.
“So obedient. I think I’ll keep you,” he murmured. There was something dark and promising in his voice.
Perceptor loved it.