Warp woke up slowly from recharge, stretching. He felt pleasantly warm, the heat from the frame next to him radiating out, and he moved his hand, sleepily gliding it over a hip as he onlined his optics, shifting closer to the warm frame, his own internal temperature already high.
His optics grew wide and he froze as he stared at the back of the mech in front of him. Light grey and lavender plating, narrow, sharp wings rising from a broad back, narrow waist and hips that he recognized–
Oh frag oh frag. He knew he had downed a lot of his stash of highgrade last night, but he didn’t remember this, and he was certain that he’d remember this. Especially with all the circling and taunting and teasing….
Warp licked lips gone dry and scrambled mentally to check his warp drive. He activated his warp drive, spinning it up and noting that the last destination coordinates were… right here, and the time/date stamp was while he was in recharge. Fraggitfraggitfraggit….
Warp glanced around what of the room he could see - definitely Sky’s quarters, not his. Crimson optics flicked again at Sky’s back. The taller mech seemed to still be in recharge - how would he react to waking up with a mech he hadn’t invited into his berth? Warp shuttered his optics, forcing himself to calm.
….Hadn’t he? Warp’s vents stopped for a moment. Or… had Sky invited him? Maybe not tonight, but… Warp thought back, their teasing, their provoking. He unshuttered his optics, and took a deep invent of Sky’s unique scent. Making a sudden decision, he shifted closer, molding himself against Sky’s backstruts, hand starting to move, gliding over his hip and waist, as his lips brushed lightly, almost cautiously, across one wing, alert for the signs of Sky awakening.
A winter storm was coming in from the horizon but the sun was warm on Sky’s back as he flew through the air. He did a loop, turning his helm enough to watch vapor streams form off his wings. Another trail of vapor wrapped around his waist, stroking at his plating. Heat and weight on his back made Sky hesitate from another series of drills he had been focusing on. Something was off.
Arousal and sleepiness curled through Sky’s EMF as he arched back into Warp’s frame, rubbing his aft against Warp’s heated panel, a quiet murmur that didn’t sound anything coherent. His wing shivered under Warp’s mouth, thin metal reacting to the stimulation as Warp’s lips found flight sensors. This close up, Warp could see faint marks of damage that had been repaired and healed on Sky’s wings, some show the normal wear and tear of a Seeker combat veteran. Some marks and patches along the silver expanse showed signs of something other than normal. Awareness and alarm sharply broke through the sleepiness in Sky’s EMF, frame tensing as Sky’s wings reflectively flexed to pin closer to him, his helm moving enough that he could catch Warp in the corner of one dark gold optic.
It seemed both mechs stopped venting for a second as they made eye contact. Sky studied Warp’s face, his own of caution and curiosity. From the way he acted, it was almost as if he was clued in Warp had been in his berth. A lazy smile curved the side of his mouth Warp could see as Sky stretched in front of him, not seeming to care that the back of his frame rubbed against the front of Warp’s.
“S-still here?” Sky breathed, sleep making his deep voice gravelly and a touch deeper. Thoughts and emotions went through his optics, clearly even though not quite awake Sky seemed to have processing power in the morning. Anxiety, surprise, confusion flickered through his field as he kept staring at Warp as if half expecting him to vanish right before his optics. “Y-you don’t look like you’re gonna s-shoot me...” He turned his helm more to look at the closest shoulder mounted rifle to come in view, again that edge of need crackled through his EMF, optics darkening. “D-did you come f-for those kisses I owe?”
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