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ajremixTitle: Tripped on a Leap of Faith
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 642
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight
Summary: Repost. When it all goes wrong.
“Sandstorm.”
He didn’t move, didn’t even twitch.
“Sandstorm.”
There wasn’t even a hiccup in the soft purr of his engine.
“Sandstorm, I know you’re online.”
Slowly his optic band faded on, focused on Fireflight’s face lying next to him. “Yeah?” Sandstorm asked in a thoroughly relaxed, thoroughly contented manner.
“You need to get up.” The Aerialbot said, even as the lazy flex of Sandstorm’s aileron caught his attention. He reached up, pressing the flat plane with a thumb, caressing the hinge. Red optics flared just slightly as Fireflight fondled the trim tab by the aileron.
“Flight…” He murmured, the hand moved down the trailing edge of his wing and then upwards. Sandstorm shivered ever so slightly as Fireflight traced the sensitive vents of his primary thrust intake.
There was a questioning ‘hm?’ even as Fireflight’s tail scraped over Sandstorm’s stabilizer (which he was pretty certain the jet didn’t realize he was even doing) and making little sparks go off with each twitch of the flap. Sandstorm gave off a little groan, shifting around the berth until he was half on Fireflight’s back, cockpits sliding together and Sandstorm reached over to fondle the quick-release fittings on the underside of Fireflight’s wing, tweaking at the wiring until the smaller mech shuddered.
“Sandstorm…” air was cycling hot through his vents, “mmmm, stop…” Except with the way he was wriggling and pressing against the triplechanger, it didn’t really seem like he meant it.
“Why?” Sandstorm whispered right next to Fireflight’s audio.
“I have…” he arched with a soft whimper as the Wrecker leaned forward to blow a soft gust of air over the sensitive collection of sensors on his nosecone. “There’s… call- have to,” his thought process was scattering as Sandstorm pressed against every carefully learned weak spot, “t-t-to get… Primus, Sandstorm…!”
Sandstorm leaned in even closer, liking the way the Aerialbot writhed under him. “Hmmm?”
“Can’t…”
“You started it.”
“Didn’t mean to,” every hinge flexed hard as Sandstorm probed a particularly delicious cluster of sensors, “you… feel so good…” He groaned- almost whimpered. “Stop, I can’t… Bolt’ll k-kill me if I- ah!” He tried to remember just what he was trying to say. “If I’m late again.”
“I’ll be quick.” Sandstorm promised, liking the way he subdued colors looked against Fireflight’s sharper scheme. “I want you too bad right now.”
“I-“
SHRRIIIII! SHRRIIIII!
“Primus-”
The shrill cry of the alarm made Sandstorm jerk backward, overbalance and crash off the berth. Fireflight switched off his internal alarm and peered over the edge to see a fairly unamused Wrecker sprawled out in an odd angle. “Sometimes,” he told the jet without actual directed anger, “I regret getting you that alarm upgrade.”
“Sorry.”
“Forget it. I know all about calls to duty.” A little awkwardly the triplechanger clambered to his feet, accepting a hand up from Fireflight. “So what is it, exactly?”
“We got a call to help with an extraction from the front.” The jet stood up as well, fingers itching to rest on Sandstorm’s hip components, to run his thumb over the junction gap. “Got a brief and then we’re off.”
“Real important stuff, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Suppose I shouldn’t be keep you.”
“Yeah.” There was a long pause as the two just looked at each other, Sandstorm trying to fight down an emotion he was afraid to name, Fireflight trying to overcome his own hesitance and put it to words. Finally Fireflight dropped his gaze. But instead of backing away he threw his arms around Sandstorm, held him tight, let him feel the too too-honest surge of his spark and whispered against him, “I love you.” Before Sandstorm could react, Fireflight abruptly broke away and jogged out of the room. Slowly the triplechanger sat on the edge of the berth, recycling through that last moment a few more times, trying to understand what just happened.
“Slag.”
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 642
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight
Summary: Repost. When it all goes wrong.
“Sandstorm.”
He didn’t move, didn’t even twitch.
“Sandstorm.”
There wasn’t even a hiccup in the soft purr of his engine.
“Sandstorm, I know you’re online.”
Slowly his optic band faded on, focused on Fireflight’s face lying next to him. “Yeah?” Sandstorm asked in a thoroughly relaxed, thoroughly contented manner.
“You need to get up.” The Aerialbot said, even as the lazy flex of Sandstorm’s aileron caught his attention. He reached up, pressing the flat plane with a thumb, caressing the hinge. Red optics flared just slightly as Fireflight fondled the trim tab by the aileron.
“Flight…” He murmured, the hand moved down the trailing edge of his wing and then upwards. Sandstorm shivered ever so slightly as Fireflight traced the sensitive vents of his primary thrust intake.
There was a questioning ‘hm?’ even as Fireflight’s tail scraped over Sandstorm’s stabilizer (which he was pretty certain the jet didn’t realize he was even doing) and making little sparks go off with each twitch of the flap. Sandstorm gave off a little groan, shifting around the berth until he was half on Fireflight’s back, cockpits sliding together and Sandstorm reached over to fondle the quick-release fittings on the underside of Fireflight’s wing, tweaking at the wiring until the smaller mech shuddered.
“Sandstorm…” air was cycling hot through his vents, “mmmm, stop…” Except with the way he was wriggling and pressing against the triplechanger, it didn’t really seem like he meant it.
“Why?” Sandstorm whispered right next to Fireflight’s audio.
“I have…” he arched with a soft whimper as the Wrecker leaned forward to blow a soft gust of air over the sensitive collection of sensors on his nosecone. “There’s… call- have to,” his thought process was scattering as Sandstorm pressed against every carefully learned weak spot, “t-t-to get… Primus, Sandstorm…!”
Sandstorm leaned in even closer, liking the way the Aerialbot writhed under him. “Hmmm?”
“Can’t…”
“You started it.”
“Didn’t mean to,” every hinge flexed hard as Sandstorm probed a particularly delicious cluster of sensors, “you… feel so good…” He groaned- almost whimpered. “Stop, I can’t… Bolt’ll k-kill me if I- ah!” He tried to remember just what he was trying to say. “If I’m late again.”
“I’ll be quick.” Sandstorm promised, liking the way he subdued colors looked against Fireflight’s sharper scheme. “I want you too bad right now.”
“I-“
SHRRIIIII! SHRRIIIII!
“Primus-”
The shrill cry of the alarm made Sandstorm jerk backward, overbalance and crash off the berth. Fireflight switched off his internal alarm and peered over the edge to see a fairly unamused Wrecker sprawled out in an odd angle. “Sometimes,” he told the jet without actual directed anger, “I regret getting you that alarm upgrade.”
“Sorry.”
“Forget it. I know all about calls to duty.” A little awkwardly the triplechanger clambered to his feet, accepting a hand up from Fireflight. “So what is it, exactly?”
“We got a call to help with an extraction from the front.” The jet stood up as well, fingers itching to rest on Sandstorm’s hip components, to run his thumb over the junction gap. “Got a brief and then we’re off.”
“Real important stuff, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Suppose I shouldn’t be keep you.”
“Yeah.” There was a long pause as the two just looked at each other, Sandstorm trying to fight down an emotion he was afraid to name, Fireflight trying to overcome his own hesitance and put it to words. Finally Fireflight dropped his gaze. But instead of backing away he threw his arms around Sandstorm, held him tight, let him feel the too too-honest surge of his spark and whispered against him, “I love you.” Before Sandstorm could react, Fireflight abruptly broke away and jogged out of the room. Slowly the triplechanger sat on the edge of the berth, recycling through that last moment a few more times, trying to understand what just happened.
“Slag.”
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Date: 2011-10-21 06:11 am (UTC)