FIC: Knee-Jerk Reaction (Bumblebee/Sam, Transformers, Human Series)
Title: Knee-Jerk Reaction
by Keelywolfe
Bumblebee/Sam
Rated NC-17
Summary: A continuation of the ‘human’ series, which are in order:
Forms of Life
Too Human
Experiments in Human Nature
Public Education
~~*~~
Sam should have been disappointed that he wasn’t destined to make that phone call to his parents on the first day. Bumblebee had made a good effort but for some reason, the wireless network refused to cooperate. All that came from it was another expansion in the more vulgar portion of Sam’s vocabulary.
He should have been disappointed and the fact that he wasn’t was only another layer of guilt. On his third morning in Autobot City, Sam rolled over in bed with a sigh and tried to convince himself that today he needed to make that call.
That was, if he even saw Bumblebee today. Ever since that first night, Bee had only been around for snippets of time, turning up for a quick kiss or touch that tingled through him and before he took off again with another excuse. Optimus needed him, Ironhide, Ratchet, a veritable reunion of Autobots to whom Bumblebee was their only hope.
"And yet, no one offers a hand to the human with blue balls," Sam grumbled aloud. His early morning wood was hard enough to act as a door knocker but somehow masturbation had lost some of its appeal.
We can call it Sam’s happy time.
Sam winced and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. Thoughts of his mother were better than a cold shower even without the guilt.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say Bee was avoiding him. Did he know better? They’d only been…what. Dating? Doing their sex thing? Knocking boots? Dancing the pelvic fantastic? Whatever it was, they’d only been doing it for about five days. How was it even possible life could have changed so much in so short a time?
Then again, it had only taken three days for the Autobots to turn his life upside down when they’d arrived.
And okay, it wouldn’t be that big a deal. Sam was a big boy, right? Only, he was bored out of his skull and the only person he knew well enough to spend time with was working on…whatever the heck he did here. Bee had never mentioned it and Sam hadn’t had a chance to ask.
So, no Bumblebee or any other Autobot who he was on a first name basis with. And it wasn’t like he would have wanted to bother any of the soldier boys even if he had known them; they were working too. Plus, they all seemed a little ill at ease around him, saluting him and all that. After a fierce internal debate and a much shorter external one with Bee, he’d decided that tossing a quick salute back at them was the appropriate response to that.
That led him straight back to boredom and solitaire on his computer. Not that there weren’t probably a hundred more computers on base that had their own wireless network chugging happily along but somehow he and Bee had some unspoken rule between them, that he could only speak to his parents on his own monitor. It was a pretty crappy excuse, that much he could admit, but it was the best one he had going.
It hadn’t stopped Sam from using one of the computers in the military Rec center, especially when Bee told him how to access his expense account. Overnight delivery was a thing of wonder, at least where his wardrobe was concerned.
Okay, enough moping, Sam decided, forcing himself to roll out of bed. He rubbed a sleepy hand over his face and snagged some of his shiny new clothes out of the closet before shuffling into the bathroom. A quick piss took care of the rest of his hard on and when he flicked on the shower, Sam went with a hot that was just below scalding, ducking his head under the spray and letting the hot water pound the thoughts out of his head. If he ever found out who had designed his glorious shower, he was going to owe them his first born child, if not his soul.
The soft touch of a hand feathering down his abdomen startled a yelp out of him and he would have slipped and probably broken his head on that same glorious shower if a strong arm hadn’t been attached to that hand. Bumblebee hauled him back to his feet and added another arm to the mix, slippery bare skin against his own.
"I’m sorry, Sam," he nuzzled against his neck, his tongue lapping at the rivulets of water. "I always seem to be startling you.”
Sam swiped water out of his eyes, coughing a little. "Have you ever even heard of knocking? Christ, I’m going to have a heart attack before I’m twenty.”
"Sorry,” Bee offered again, his hands slipping lower, dripping fingers slipping between Sam’s legs to cup his balls. Okay, there was really no way to stay mad at someone who did that…Sam’s head fell back to rest on Bee’s shoulder as he tried to stay upright.
"I was afraid of neglecting you,” Bee murmured, sucking gently on the lobe of Sam’s ear. "I’ve been wrapped up in my duties these past few days.”
"Yeah, sure,” Sam said nonsensically. His hands found that Bee’s thighs were right beneath them and grabbed onto them instinctively. One of Bee’s hands slid up to wrap around his cock, firm and sure, stroking him with soap-slick perfection. Sam hissed as his orgasm throbbed its way up his spine, as sharp and electric as Bee’s kisses. He would have sank to the floor if Bumblebee hadn’t held him up, standing as easily in the ankle-deep water as he would have on dry land. So unfair, Sam decided, pulling away the moment his wobbly knees decided to hold him and turning to finally catch a glimpse of a warm and wet Bumblebee.
The water had darkened his hair to gold, his lashes spiky as he blinked into the humid air and his skin had taken on a lovely flush from the heat. It was hard to remind himself that Bumblebee created this, perfecting the illusion of humanity even more every time Sam saw him.
"Reciprocation, right?” Sam smiled, almost shyly, letting his hands slide wetly down Bee’s chest and lower.
"Wait.” To his surprise, Bee caught his hands, stilling them. "I don’t have time, I just had a free moment.” Apologetically.
"It’s all cool,” Sam tried not to let his disappointment show.
"I actually came in to let you know that I finally got your network working. If you click the ‘home’ icon, it will directly connect you to your parents. I believe their line was secured yesterday so they are probably eagerly awaiting your call.”
"Sure,” Sam said, a little flatly. Well, that was perfect. A frothy slap of guilt on top of his morning cup of sexual cappuccino.
"Tonight,” Bee promised and Sam was a little surprised to see the hologram fade away. Bumblebee had never actually done that in front of him before. Weird. Sam wasn't entirely sure he liked seeing it. Not that he didn't know it was a hologram or that if he listened, he could recognize the sound of Bee's engine as he drove off but...just weird.
Sluicing water over his head, Sam finished scrubbing and hastily dried himself. The clothes he had laid out before his shower didn’t seem quite right anymore. Much as he liked the clothes Bumblebee had helped him pick out so he’d fit in a little better with the soldiers, his parents were more used to the t-shirt and jeans look. It took way too little a time to get dressed and to comb his hair, and enough with the damned excuses already. He sat down and took a deep breath before he clicked the link. A loading bar popped up, silently informing him that a connection was being made and that it would take a moment. Endless seconds ticked by and then the screen expanded, his parents coming into view.
The first thing he saw was that his mother was crying, her hands clasped in front of her mouth and her cheeks wet. His father stood behind her, his arm wrapped around her and his face tight and still.
Oh, god.
"Mom, Dad,” Sam managed, his voice thick. "I-"
"You are going to tell them to bring you to us, right now!” his father shouted, the speakers whining with feedback at the volume. Sam flinched.
"Dad, they told you-"
"Oh, yes, they had a lot to tell us. None of which you thought to mention to us months ago when it happened!”
His mother made a low sound like a sob and his father tightened his arm around her.
"Dad.” This was about a hundred times worse than he had been expecting. "I couldn’t, the government-"
"The government is not about to take my only son away from me and send him to live with some…some damned alien robots, and for what! They won’t even tell us where you are, days go by and they only tell us that you’re safe.” He spat the word like a curse, his mother’s reddened eyes fixed on him from over her clasped hands.
"I am safe, I’m just fine,” Sam said it to his mother, desperately wishing he couldn’t see the fresh wash of tears stream down her cheeks.
"Your mother and I have been out of our minds. You are coming home, I swear, Sam, this is-"
"I can’t,” Sam said. His voice cracked and he pushed on desperately. "You won’t be safe with me there.”
His father stared at him. "And I’m just supposed to accept that? Some guy in a suit and a giant fucking robot tell me I can’t see my son anymore and I should be just fine with it. Well, great, your mother and I will take a new driver’s licenses and new credit cards and start our brand new lives pretending we never had a son, is that it?”
"It’s not forever,” Sam said desperately, fully aware that he might be lying. "I’ll come see you as soon as I can.” Yeah, as soon as Decepticons weren’t planning on disemboweling him and hanging him to rot.
"You are coming home; they are not taking my child away from me."
"I’m eighteen, Dad." Hardly more than a whisper.
"Yeah?" He had never heard so much bitterness is his father’s voice. "So you’re an adult, is that what you’re saying? An adult," he said scathingly. "Would have told us all this and not taken off to let us hear it from strangers."
He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t, "I’ll call again soon,” he said thickly, disconnecting it before his father could do more than open his mouth. He couldn’t move. Sam laid his head down on his folded arms and felt hot tears burning his eyes. Stubbornly, he refused to let them fall, holding them back and breathing deeply. He’d made the right choice, if it kept them alive and out of this. He had.
"Sam?"
The soft voice startled him and he whirled around to see Bumblebee standing hesitantly by the door. "Bee?"
"I’m sorry, your heartbeat was-are you all right?"
Soft green eyes were looking at him with concern, Bumblebee entirely too pretty with blond hair framing his face and his mouth was soft and pink, so pretty. Sam stared at him with eyes that still felt too hot, aching in their sockets and Bumblebee wet his lips, a tiny flicker of pink against soft lips.
Sam was out of his chair before he’d even considered it, grabbing Bumblebee and spinning him around. He hit the door with a startled grunt, bracing himself even as Sam pressed against his back, shoving him hard against the steel.
"What-" Confusion, not quite a protest and that was perfect.
"Need you," he hissed, biting at the back of Bee’s neck and felt him subside. The body beneath his searching hands shuddered once, Bee’s head tipping to the side in perfect synchronization to let him bite at the soft part of his throat where a false pulse throbbed.
He had to touch more, had to feel something, jerking Bumblebee’s shirt up to sweep a hand down his chest, pinching one nipple almost rudely. Bumblebee hissed in surprise, his hips bucking back against Sam and the pressure of his ass against Sam’s cock was like an invitation. He fumbled at Bee's fly, trying and failing to unfasten it with one awkward hand.
"Get rid of these," Sam demanded, yanking on the back of his pants.
"Sam, I-"
"Get rid of them!"
They vanished instantly, leaving him with soft, bare skin that he had to bite at, tonguing each bump of Bee’s spine and lower, licking at the cleft of his ass. Distantly he was embarrassed, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. It was like he’d been thrown free of his body, the stresses of the past week cracking him away like a shard of glass. It made it easy to stand, to tear open his own fly and snug his cock into the perfect, small space that was already slick for him, God, yes, Bumblebee always knew what he needed, always…
"Ah!” Bee wailed, a tremor wracking his slim frame as Sam shoved inside, harder than he’d meant but it was so perfect inside, perfectly hot, slick and tight, and God, God…
"God,” Sam choked out, burying his face into the sweaty heat of Bumblebee’s back. He couldn’t even move, couldn’t do anything but stand there trembling, searching for some leverage, some control.
It came from Bee, in the slight hunch of his shoulders as he managed to lean forward, just enough for Sam to rock forward and it was enough to make him move, shove deeper into that slick perfection and the tightening muscle around him was like heaven. Bee’s hands were flat against the door and Sam’s eyes caught on them, whitened skin around the knuckles from the pressure, so, so human.
Bumblebee shuddered beneath him, keening low and long, and Sam barely caught him as he went limp, both of them collapsing slowly to the floor. He hissed as he slid out abruptly, cool air like ice against his still-sensitive skin. Cold floor beneath him and dead weight in his arms, and Sam rocked just a little, holding Bee and waiting for him to come back to him.
The first shuddering breath was followed by another, Bee sitting straight up in a moment of bewilderment before he relaxed back into Sam’s arms. He always seemed so fragile after he came back online, Sam thought idly, kissing his neck as Bee sighed and tipped his head back into it, seeming to accept the wordless apology that Sam tried to offer with each gentle touch. The taste of salt surprised him, not a flavor he was accustomed to from Bee and he pulled back with a frown to focus on the face beneath him.
Sam stared, almost too shocked for words. "You're crying."
"What?" Bumblebee said, confused. He touched one damp cheek and stared at the wetness on his fingers wordlessly. "I…water-based fluids are easy to replicate," he said slowly. "I simply take moisture from the air.”
"Mois-I don’t care how you’re crying, did I hurt you?" Sam demanded.
"No, of course not.” Still in that blank tone, still staring at his damp fingertips and it was only after Sam started pulling away that he blinked and focused. "You didn’t hurt me, I told you before that you couldn’t.”
"You’re crying!”
"My receptors can anticipate human reactions. It allows for me to feel spontaneously instead of always doing it myself.” He smiled weakly. "It adds realism." His expression changed, concern darkening his eyes. "You spoke to your parents.”
"I-" God, he’d almost managed to forget already, sex swallowing up his shame and pain, and it surged back worse, filling him. Strong arms were around him in an instant, soothing him, and Sam sank into them, letting the tears fall this time as Bee held him close on the too-cold floor, pressing gentle kisses into his hair and if he felt the soft touch of tears that weren’t his own, Sam didn’t say.
-finis-
Next Chapter
by Keelywolfe
Bumblebee/Sam
Rated NC-17
Summary: A continuation of the ‘human’ series, which are in order:
Forms of Life
Too Human
Experiments in Human Nature
Public Education
~~*~~
Sam should have been disappointed that he wasn’t destined to make that phone call to his parents on the first day. Bumblebee had made a good effort but for some reason, the wireless network refused to cooperate. All that came from it was another expansion in the more vulgar portion of Sam’s vocabulary.
He should have been disappointed and the fact that he wasn’t was only another layer of guilt. On his third morning in Autobot City, Sam rolled over in bed with a sigh and tried to convince himself that today he needed to make that call.
That was, if he even saw Bumblebee today. Ever since that first night, Bee had only been around for snippets of time, turning up for a quick kiss or touch that tingled through him and before he took off again with another excuse. Optimus needed him, Ironhide, Ratchet, a veritable reunion of Autobots to whom Bumblebee was their only hope.
"And yet, no one offers a hand to the human with blue balls," Sam grumbled aloud. His early morning wood was hard enough to act as a door knocker but somehow masturbation had lost some of its appeal.
We can call it Sam’s happy time.
Sam winced and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. Thoughts of his mother were better than a cold shower even without the guilt.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say Bee was avoiding him. Did he know better? They’d only been…what. Dating? Doing their sex thing? Knocking boots? Dancing the pelvic fantastic? Whatever it was, they’d only been doing it for about five days. How was it even possible life could have changed so much in so short a time?
Then again, it had only taken three days for the Autobots to turn his life upside down when they’d arrived.
And okay, it wouldn’t be that big a deal. Sam was a big boy, right? Only, he was bored out of his skull and the only person he knew well enough to spend time with was working on…whatever the heck he did here. Bee had never mentioned it and Sam hadn’t had a chance to ask.
So, no Bumblebee or any other Autobot who he was on a first name basis with. And it wasn’t like he would have wanted to bother any of the soldier boys even if he had known them; they were working too. Plus, they all seemed a little ill at ease around him, saluting him and all that. After a fierce internal debate and a much shorter external one with Bee, he’d decided that tossing a quick salute back at them was the appropriate response to that.
That led him straight back to boredom and solitaire on his computer. Not that there weren’t probably a hundred more computers on base that had their own wireless network chugging happily along but somehow he and Bee had some unspoken rule between them, that he could only speak to his parents on his own monitor. It was a pretty crappy excuse, that much he could admit, but it was the best one he had going.
It hadn’t stopped Sam from using one of the computers in the military Rec center, especially when Bee told him how to access his expense account. Overnight delivery was a thing of wonder, at least where his wardrobe was concerned.
Okay, enough moping, Sam decided, forcing himself to roll out of bed. He rubbed a sleepy hand over his face and snagged some of his shiny new clothes out of the closet before shuffling into the bathroom. A quick piss took care of the rest of his hard on and when he flicked on the shower, Sam went with a hot that was just below scalding, ducking his head under the spray and letting the hot water pound the thoughts out of his head. If he ever found out who had designed his glorious shower, he was going to owe them his first born child, if not his soul.
The soft touch of a hand feathering down his abdomen startled a yelp out of him and he would have slipped and probably broken his head on that same glorious shower if a strong arm hadn’t been attached to that hand. Bumblebee hauled him back to his feet and added another arm to the mix, slippery bare skin against his own.
"I’m sorry, Sam," he nuzzled against his neck, his tongue lapping at the rivulets of water. "I always seem to be startling you.”
Sam swiped water out of his eyes, coughing a little. "Have you ever even heard of knocking? Christ, I’m going to have a heart attack before I’m twenty.”
"Sorry,” Bee offered again, his hands slipping lower, dripping fingers slipping between Sam’s legs to cup his balls. Okay, there was really no way to stay mad at someone who did that…Sam’s head fell back to rest on Bee’s shoulder as he tried to stay upright.
"I was afraid of neglecting you,” Bee murmured, sucking gently on the lobe of Sam’s ear. "I’ve been wrapped up in my duties these past few days.”
"Yeah, sure,” Sam said nonsensically. His hands found that Bee’s thighs were right beneath them and grabbed onto them instinctively. One of Bee’s hands slid up to wrap around his cock, firm and sure, stroking him with soap-slick perfection. Sam hissed as his orgasm throbbed its way up his spine, as sharp and electric as Bee’s kisses. He would have sank to the floor if Bumblebee hadn’t held him up, standing as easily in the ankle-deep water as he would have on dry land. So unfair, Sam decided, pulling away the moment his wobbly knees decided to hold him and turning to finally catch a glimpse of a warm and wet Bumblebee.
The water had darkened his hair to gold, his lashes spiky as he blinked into the humid air and his skin had taken on a lovely flush from the heat. It was hard to remind himself that Bumblebee created this, perfecting the illusion of humanity even more every time Sam saw him.
"Reciprocation, right?” Sam smiled, almost shyly, letting his hands slide wetly down Bee’s chest and lower.
"Wait.” To his surprise, Bee caught his hands, stilling them. "I don’t have time, I just had a free moment.” Apologetically.
"It’s all cool,” Sam tried not to let his disappointment show.
"I actually came in to let you know that I finally got your network working. If you click the ‘home’ icon, it will directly connect you to your parents. I believe their line was secured yesterday so they are probably eagerly awaiting your call.”
"Sure,” Sam said, a little flatly. Well, that was perfect. A frothy slap of guilt on top of his morning cup of sexual cappuccino.
"Tonight,” Bee promised and Sam was a little surprised to see the hologram fade away. Bumblebee had never actually done that in front of him before. Weird. Sam wasn't entirely sure he liked seeing it. Not that he didn't know it was a hologram or that if he listened, he could recognize the sound of Bee's engine as he drove off but...just weird.
Sluicing water over his head, Sam finished scrubbing and hastily dried himself. The clothes he had laid out before his shower didn’t seem quite right anymore. Much as he liked the clothes Bumblebee had helped him pick out so he’d fit in a little better with the soldiers, his parents were more used to the t-shirt and jeans look. It took way too little a time to get dressed and to comb his hair, and enough with the damned excuses already. He sat down and took a deep breath before he clicked the link. A loading bar popped up, silently informing him that a connection was being made and that it would take a moment. Endless seconds ticked by and then the screen expanded, his parents coming into view.
The first thing he saw was that his mother was crying, her hands clasped in front of her mouth and her cheeks wet. His father stood behind her, his arm wrapped around her and his face tight and still.
Oh, god.
"Mom, Dad,” Sam managed, his voice thick. "I-"
"You are going to tell them to bring you to us, right now!” his father shouted, the speakers whining with feedback at the volume. Sam flinched.
"Dad, they told you-"
"Oh, yes, they had a lot to tell us. None of which you thought to mention to us months ago when it happened!”
His mother made a low sound like a sob and his father tightened his arm around her.
"Dad.” This was about a hundred times worse than he had been expecting. "I couldn’t, the government-"
"The government is not about to take my only son away from me and send him to live with some…some damned alien robots, and for what! They won’t even tell us where you are, days go by and they only tell us that you’re safe.” He spat the word like a curse, his mother’s reddened eyes fixed on him from over her clasped hands.
"I am safe, I’m just fine,” Sam said it to his mother, desperately wishing he couldn’t see the fresh wash of tears stream down her cheeks.
"Your mother and I have been out of our minds. You are coming home, I swear, Sam, this is-"
"I can’t,” Sam said. His voice cracked and he pushed on desperately. "You won’t be safe with me there.”
His father stared at him. "And I’m just supposed to accept that? Some guy in a suit and a giant fucking robot tell me I can’t see my son anymore and I should be just fine with it. Well, great, your mother and I will take a new driver’s licenses and new credit cards and start our brand new lives pretending we never had a son, is that it?”
"It’s not forever,” Sam said desperately, fully aware that he might be lying. "I’ll come see you as soon as I can.” Yeah, as soon as Decepticons weren’t planning on disemboweling him and hanging him to rot.
"You are coming home; they are not taking my child away from me."
"I’m eighteen, Dad." Hardly more than a whisper.
"Yeah?" He had never heard so much bitterness is his father’s voice. "So you’re an adult, is that what you’re saying? An adult," he said scathingly. "Would have told us all this and not taken off to let us hear it from strangers."
He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t, "I’ll call again soon,” he said thickly, disconnecting it before his father could do more than open his mouth. He couldn’t move. Sam laid his head down on his folded arms and felt hot tears burning his eyes. Stubbornly, he refused to let them fall, holding them back and breathing deeply. He’d made the right choice, if it kept them alive and out of this. He had.
"Sam?"
The soft voice startled him and he whirled around to see Bumblebee standing hesitantly by the door. "Bee?"
"I’m sorry, your heartbeat was-are you all right?"
Soft green eyes were looking at him with concern, Bumblebee entirely too pretty with blond hair framing his face and his mouth was soft and pink, so pretty. Sam stared at him with eyes that still felt too hot, aching in their sockets and Bumblebee wet his lips, a tiny flicker of pink against soft lips.
Sam was out of his chair before he’d even considered it, grabbing Bumblebee and spinning him around. He hit the door with a startled grunt, bracing himself even as Sam pressed against his back, shoving him hard against the steel.
"What-" Confusion, not quite a protest and that was perfect.
"Need you," he hissed, biting at the back of Bee’s neck and felt him subside. The body beneath his searching hands shuddered once, Bee’s head tipping to the side in perfect synchronization to let him bite at the soft part of his throat where a false pulse throbbed.
He had to touch more, had to feel something, jerking Bumblebee’s shirt up to sweep a hand down his chest, pinching one nipple almost rudely. Bumblebee hissed in surprise, his hips bucking back against Sam and the pressure of his ass against Sam’s cock was like an invitation. He fumbled at Bee's fly, trying and failing to unfasten it with one awkward hand.
"Get rid of these," Sam demanded, yanking on the back of his pants.
"Sam, I-"
"Get rid of them!"
They vanished instantly, leaving him with soft, bare skin that he had to bite at, tonguing each bump of Bee’s spine and lower, licking at the cleft of his ass. Distantly he was embarrassed, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing. It was like he’d been thrown free of his body, the stresses of the past week cracking him away like a shard of glass. It made it easy to stand, to tear open his own fly and snug his cock into the perfect, small space that was already slick for him, God, yes, Bumblebee always knew what he needed, always…
"Ah!” Bee wailed, a tremor wracking his slim frame as Sam shoved inside, harder than he’d meant but it was so perfect inside, perfectly hot, slick and tight, and God, God…
"God,” Sam choked out, burying his face into the sweaty heat of Bumblebee’s back. He couldn’t even move, couldn’t do anything but stand there trembling, searching for some leverage, some control.
It came from Bee, in the slight hunch of his shoulders as he managed to lean forward, just enough for Sam to rock forward and it was enough to make him move, shove deeper into that slick perfection and the tightening muscle around him was like heaven. Bee’s hands were flat against the door and Sam’s eyes caught on them, whitened skin around the knuckles from the pressure, so, so human.
Bumblebee shuddered beneath him, keening low and long, and Sam barely caught him as he went limp, both of them collapsing slowly to the floor. He hissed as he slid out abruptly, cool air like ice against his still-sensitive skin. Cold floor beneath him and dead weight in his arms, and Sam rocked just a little, holding Bee and waiting for him to come back to him.
The first shuddering breath was followed by another, Bee sitting straight up in a moment of bewilderment before he relaxed back into Sam’s arms. He always seemed so fragile after he came back online, Sam thought idly, kissing his neck as Bee sighed and tipped his head back into it, seeming to accept the wordless apology that Sam tried to offer with each gentle touch. The taste of salt surprised him, not a flavor he was accustomed to from Bee and he pulled back with a frown to focus on the face beneath him.
Sam stared, almost too shocked for words. "You're crying."
"What?" Bumblebee said, confused. He touched one damp cheek and stared at the wetness on his fingers wordlessly. "I…water-based fluids are easy to replicate," he said slowly. "I simply take moisture from the air.”
"Mois-I don’t care how you’re crying, did I hurt you?" Sam demanded.
"No, of course not.” Still in that blank tone, still staring at his damp fingertips and it was only after Sam started pulling away that he blinked and focused. "You didn’t hurt me, I told you before that you couldn’t.”
"You’re crying!”
"My receptors can anticipate human reactions. It allows for me to feel spontaneously instead of always doing it myself.” He smiled weakly. "It adds realism." His expression changed, concern darkening his eyes. "You spoke to your parents.”
"I-" God, he’d almost managed to forget already, sex swallowing up his shame and pain, and it surged back worse, filling him. Strong arms were around him in an instant, soothing him, and Sam sank into them, letting the tears fall this time as Bee held him close on the too-cold floor, pressing gentle kisses into his hair and if he felt the soft touch of tears that weren’t his own, Sam didn’t say.
-finis-
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