THIS IS JUU'S FAULT. LIKE EVERYTHING.
An excerpt from my latest masterpiece.
All that mattered was the hot, crackling energy between them and
Starscream’s optics, blazing red and flickering above him as fingers
dove mutually into the gaps between white and blue and red armor...
Orion’s vision whited out and his sensors reset, leaving him utterly
blind to the world outside his own overheated and buzzing frame. It felt
as if he were just a spark floating in void... or, he blearily thought,
like he was flying...
Sensor suites booted back up almost immediately, but sensory
depravation made it seem longer. When Orion’s optics flickered back
online, he was staring at... a face full of hot air and whirring
darkness. He couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
Starscream’s chest-mounted fans slowed after a while and, slowly, the
seeker pushed himself off of Orion’s sprawled frame. Still, Orion didn’t
so much as twitch. He may as well have been strutless.
Starscream sighed and flicked his wings as he stretched, optics a
satisfied dim, deep red. Orion watched him lazily, enjoying the vague
floating feeling.
“You failed.”
Aaaaand there went that pleasant buzz, extinguished in an instant.
“Wh... what?” Orion stuttered, processors struggling to catch up. “Failed?”
“I didn’t stutter,” Starscream huffed. “You failed.”
Panic burned off the last lingering haze of pleasure and replaced it
with horror. He must not have managed to reciprocate enough! And now, he
was a disappointment. True, this had been his first time and there was a
learning curve, but just the knowledge that he’d selfishly taken
pleasure without giving it back... that made his spark constrict in its
casing.
He was already reaching up to touch Starscream again, determined to
prove himself, when the seeker interrupted. “You’ll just have to do a
retake tomorrow.”
Orion stalled out. “... What?”
Starscream slapped his hands away and left, breaking
Orions heart into a million glowing pieces. He agonized all night,
unable to think of his test. The images of his wild night played onward
in his processor. When he passed the jet in the halls, he almost
spoke, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.
The misunderstanding wasn’t brought to his attention
until two days later, when Starscream unceremoniously handed him a new
datapad. On it, there was a file titled The Ultimate Basics of Science
for Bots Dumber than Morons. When he opened it.
There was a drawing of a penis.
All that mattered was the hot, crackling energy between them and
Starscream’s optics, blazing red and flickering above him as fingers
dove mutually into the gaps between white and blue and red armor...
Orion’s vision whited out and his sensors reset, leaving him utterly
blind to the world outside his own overheated and buzzing frame. It felt
as if he were just a spark floating in void... or, he blearily thought,
like he was flying...
Sensor suites booted back up almost immediately, but sensory
depravation made it seem longer. When Orion’s optics flickered back
online, he was staring at... a face full of hot air and whirring
darkness. He couldn’t quite bring himself to care.
Starscream’s chest-mounted fans slowed after a while and, slowly, the
seeker pushed himself off of Orion’s sprawled frame. Still, Orion didn’t
so much as twitch. He may as well have been strutless.
Starscream sighed and flicked his wings as he stretched, optics a
satisfied dim, deep red. Orion watched him lazily, enjoying the vague
floating feeling.
“You failed.”
Aaaaand there went that pleasant buzz, extinguished in an instant.
“Wh... what?” Orion stuttered, processors struggling to catch up. “Failed?”
“I didn’t stutter,” Starscream huffed. “You failed.”
Panic burned off the last lingering haze of pleasure and replaced it
with horror. He must not have managed to reciprocate enough! And now, he
was a disappointment. True, this had been his first time and there was a
learning curve, but just the knowledge that he’d selfishly taken
pleasure without giving it back... that made his spark constrict in its
casing.
He was already reaching up to touch Starscream again, determined to
prove himself, when the seeker interrupted. “You’ll just have to do a
retake tomorrow.”
Orion stalled out. “... What?”
Starscream slapped his hands away and left, breaking
Orions heart into a million glowing pieces. He agonized all night,
unable to think of his test. The images of his wild night played onward
in his processor. When he passed the jet in the halls, he almost
spoke, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.
The misunderstanding wasn’t brought to his attention
until two days later, when Starscream unceremoniously handed him a new
datapad. On it, there was a file titled The Ultimate Basics of Science
for Bots Dumber than Morons. When he opened it.
There was a drawing of a penis.