Fastest Mech On Wheels

I'm an Autobot. Name's Sideswipe. ((Indie movie-verse Sideswipe. Will RP with mostly anyone.))

[fastestmechonwheels]

"I have some exciting news." He gestured back towards his quarters. "He's responding. He's not conscious yet, but he's squeezing my hand, responding to stimuli. It's a start, right?"

[fastestmechonwheels]

((I need to stop disappearing. It's the freaking huge days at work that do it. I gotta get down to one job.))

[fastestmechonwheels]

[fastestmechonwheels]

"Is this a watch-only kind of show? Or is audience participation encouraged?" Sunstreaker asked, his voice low but firm.

"Depends. Mind being loved on by the twins, ‘Hide?"

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

Ironhide was a bit flustered, but he refused to let it show. “If ya don mind sharin’ me, Sides.”

[fastestmechonwheels]

It was then that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker positioned themselves on either side of the ebony mech. Two servos came up, one silver and one gold, and gently supported Ironhide's back as they came around with the other hands to knock him back. Standing up certainly wouldn't do.

Then, once they'd set him down, they laid down one on each side, and began nibbling at his neck cables in unison, each perfectly mirroring what the other was doing.

[soundless-scout-deactivated2015]

//wHY ARE THE NUMBERS RISING— IM NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING;;

[fastestmechonwheels]

WHY AREN'T YOU FOLLOWING THIS BEE BAE YET

COME ON YOU'RE MISSING OUT

[fastestmechonwheels]

::sideswipe. Um how are you?::

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

Nodding at Hot Rod, he looks back at his brother. “The war’s golden boy. My brother, my world. Looks like a pile of slag right now.”

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. “Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It’s probably not wise to be on my own right now.”

[primecrazyblitz]

He nods. Walking over to be closer to his friend. Setting the bag down once he was close to him. 

::Well what are friends for?:: Hot Rod pulls out a box of sweets and a few polishing rags and cleaning supplies. He brought them to help Sides with his brother.

[fastestmechonwheels]

Watching as Hot Rod set the bag down, Sideswipe briefly considered reaching for one of the sweets.

That was before he saw the polishing rags and whatnot. He immediately threw his arms around his friend. “Thank you. So much.”

[primecrazyblitz]

He lets out a startled squeak before smiling more and mutely chuckling. Hugging his friend back.

::you’re welcome Sides.:: giving him a nuzzle.

[fastestmechonwheels]

He pulls away, but can't quite tear his eyes off of Hot Rod just yet. Sideswipe hadn't been expecting this kind of sweetness.

Shaking his helm, he turned back towards Sunstreaker. "I've done his helm and his neck. His spark chamber is sensitive, so I'll get that, if you want to start on his shoulders."

[fastestmechonwheels]

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

He covered his faceplates with a servo. He wasn’t against it actually…

But he wasn’t about to admit that aloud.

"Can we not talk ‘bout this right now?" These two just kept making him flustered.

[fastestmechonwheels]

"I know that look, Ironhide," Sideswipe teased. He winked over at Sunstreaker. "That look is absolutely a yes."

He wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s chassis. “I love you, Ironhide.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

He stayed quiet for a moment. When he was hugged, he slightly nuzzled into the silver mech. “If it is a yes, what’char gonna do ‘bout it…?” He mumbled into Sideswipe’s neck.

"I love ya ta." He said louder.

[fastestmechonwheels]

Sideswipe quickly looked around, before kissing Ironhide’s forehelm. “Sunny’s the only one around for miles. What I’ll do about it is interface right here. We’ll just keep from penetrating until the sparkling comes along.”

As if his willingness needed evidence, he placed a servo over Ironhide’s crotch plate.

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

His faceplates went a little warm. “… if Sunny don mind watchin’…” or participating. That works too.

[fastestmechonwheels]

"Is this a watch-only kind of show? Or is audience participation encouraged?" Sunstreaker asked, his voice low but firm.

"Depends. Mind being loved on by the twins, 'Hide?"

[fastestmechonwheels]

-Prime dumped him and his brother’s pretty much dead. Don’t frag with him today.-

[theredhellion]

*the loser comment got confirmed. can’t even keep your bro alive? and Prime? mech your scores just keep dropping~*

[fastestmechonwheels]

You chose the wrong day to frag with me, aft hole. -He starts out small. A few easily replaced, small blades, launched at close range towards the other mech's chassis.-

[shencomix]

We go forward.

[hold-a-lover-close-blog-deactiv]

This is too deep to comprehend.

[fastestmechonwheels]

::sideswipe. Um how are you?::

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

Nodding at Hot Rod, he looks back at his brother. “The war’s golden boy. My brother, my world. Looks like a pile of slag right now.”

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. “Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It’s probably not wise to be on my own right now.”

[primecrazyblitz]

He nods. Walking over to be closer to his friend. Setting the bag down once he was close to him. 

::Well what are friends for?:: Hot Rod pulls out a box of sweets and a few polishing rags and cleaning supplies. He brought them to help Sides with his brother.

[fastestmechonwheels]

Watching as Hot Rod set the bag down, Sideswipe briefly considered reaching for one of the sweets.

That was before he saw the polishing rags and whatnot. He immediately threw his arms around his friend. "Thank you. So much."

[fastestmechonwheels]

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

He covered his faceplates with a servo. He wasn’t against it actually…

But he wasn’t about to admit that aloud.

"Can we not talk ‘bout this right now?" These two just kept making him flustered.

[fastestmechonwheels]

"I know that look, Ironhide," Sideswipe teased. He winked over at Sunstreaker. "That look is absolutely a yes."

He wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s chassis. “I love you, Ironhide.”

[comin-in-cannons-blazin-archive]

He stayed quiet for a moment. When he was hugged, he slightly nuzzled into the silver mech. “If it is a yes, what’char gonna do ‘bout it…?” He mumbled into Sideswipe’s neck.

"I love ya ta." He said louder.

[fastestmechonwheels]

Sideswipe quickly looked around, before kissing Ironhide's forehelm. "Sunny's the only one around for miles. What I'll do about it is interface right here. We'll just keep from penetrating until the sparkling comes along."

As if his willingness needed evidence, he placed a servo over Ironhide's crotch plate.

[fastestmechonwheels]

((hey annabellemun

I do have an AU wherein Sideswipe took up looking after the Lennoxes after Ironhide died

you know

if you would ever want to explore them going into hiding together))

[annabelle--lennox-deactivated20]

~~YES! I just accepted a headcannon where she was there the day Ironhide died D,:~~

[fastestmechonwheels]

poor kid watching her hero die

sideswipe sought out will immediately after chicago, and kinda kidnapped him and took him to annabelle, and then they went into hiding

will's probably the only human that will be inside sides as sides recharges he doesn't plan on doing that again

[fastestmechonwheels]

((hey annabellemun

I do have an AU wherein Sideswipe took up looking after the Lennoxes after Ironhide died

you know

if you would ever want to explore them going into hiding together))

[annabelle--lennox-deactivated20]

+fastestmechonwheels

"Is that really you, Sideswipe?" The Lennox asked. Did she find another old friend she hadn’t seen in years?

[fastestmechonwheels]

He cocked his helm to the side as he looked down. The emotion of the day had his mind a bit clouded. Then, it came to him. "Annabelle!"

[fastestmechonwheels]

::sideswipe. Um how are you?::

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

[primecrazyblitz]

  After a while Hot Rod soon arrives to Sides place. He knocks on the door, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything. ::I…i’m here.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

He continued detailing his brother a few moments longer. ::Door’s not locked. Come on in.::

He frowned as he inspected the damaged neck cable again. “Frag. These are hard to find. Couldn’t have hurt your rearview mirror, nooo, it had to be the one part that’s near-irreplaceable. Ratchet had better have a spare.”

[primecrazyblitz]

He bites his lips as he enters. Looking around a bi before hearing Sides voice. Heading towards the source while shifting a back on his shoulder.

::Hi Sideswipe..:: He smiles softly at him.

[fastestmechonwheels]

Nodding at Hot Rod, he looks back at his brother. "The war's golden boy. My brother, my world. Looks like a pile of slag right now."

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. "Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It's probably not wise to be on my own right now."

[fastestmechonwheels]

::sideswipe. Um how are you?::

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

[primecrazyblitz]

He winces a bit. ::W-want me to come over? I can bring some sweets I recently made.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

::Please. I’ve got Sunny stabilized in my quarters. M’just polishing him.::

[primecrazyblitz]

He nods. ::I’ll be over in a bit.:: he goes and starts gathering all of the sweets he made plus some other things too

[fastestmechonwheels]

Sunstreaker was a sorry sight, indeed. Sideswipe was doing his best, but progress was slow-going. The golden mech’s unconscious face had been cleared of scars, and Sideswipe had moved on to his neck cables. He frowned as he saw one in particularly bad shape. He’d have to take him to Ratchet later. ::I’ll be waiting.::

[primecrazyblitz]

After a while Hot Rod soon arrives to Sides place. He knocks on the door, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything. ::I…i’m here.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

He continued detailing his brother a few moments longer. ::Door's not locked. Come on in.::

He frowned as he inspected the damaged neck cable again. "Frag. These are hard to find. Couldn't have hurt your rearview mirror, nooo, it had to be the one part that's near-irreplaceable. Ratchet had better have a spare."

[fastestmechonwheels]

::sideswipe. Um how are you?::

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

[primecrazyblitz]

He winces a bit. ::W-want me to come over? I can bring some sweets I recently made.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

::Please. I’ve got Sunny stabilized in my quarters. M’just polishing him.::

[primecrazyblitz]

He nods. ::I’ll be over in a bit.:: he goes and starts gathering all of the sweets he made plus some other things too

[fastestmechonwheels]

Sunstreaker was a sorry sight, indeed. Sideswipe was doing his best, but progress was slow-going. The golden mech's unconscious face had been cleared of scars, and Sideswipe had moved on to his neck cables. He frowned as he saw one in particularly bad shape. He'd have to take him to Ratchet later. ::I'll be waiting.::

[fastestmechonwheels]

In turn, Sideswipe’s response was equally eager. His sour feelings of embarrassment and shame finally subsiding, he lost himself in the kiss.

He wrapped his arms around the other as they shared their kiss, servos wandering downward towards the scout’s aft. “Primus, do you ever have a great aft,” Sideswipe commented, before clearing his head.

"I don’t know what you see in me, but I’m glad you’re my boyfriend. You’re so kind, and understanding, and compassionate, and funny, and beautiful, and patient, and… I could go on forever, I think. Primus, mech. If the fragging humans weren’t pieces of slag, they’d put your picture in the dictionary under ‘perfection.’

[soundless-scout-deactivated2015]

As their lip plating met, he was far into it—again.

He felt the servos dwindle down towards his aft, but Bee didn’t mind it. It just induced the scout a bit more.

It was certain that mechs like them couldn’t blush, like humans did when they were flustered over something. But the whirring within Bumblebee could show it. He wasn’t embarrassed— or maybe he was. Slightly he looked away as the silver mech stared at him.

"♫~ If—I-were-human, I’d—be-blushing-like-mad—y’know.— ~♫"

[fastestmechonwheels]

He wasn't certain where the night might lead, but he knew where he'd like it to go. Until he could be sure his partner wanted it, however, he kept his hands on the scout's aft, well away from the crotch plate he so desired to remove.

Letting out the equivalent of a snort at Bumblebee's confession, Sideswipe immediately returned to locking lip plating with him. Words later. Kisses now.