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The Lost Light crew had disembark at a nearby planet, one of the few that allowed both organic and mechanical to interact. Rodimus had then called for a quick (it never was) surface leave. Officially it was in order to restock, unofficially it was to party.
Swerve was excited. It had been a while since he was given a chance to walk around a new planet. Most of the time only a small group of bots were allowed to go, and he was never allowed to go. This time though only a small skeleton crew would be on the ship to watch over it and everyone else was free to explore as they will.
Swerve was trying to lock up his bar as fast as he could. It was a few minutes until the ship would land, and he wanted to talk to Skids or Tailgate to see what hijinks they could get into. He turned the key in the lock, went into his alt mode, and drove as fast as he could. He could feel the ship starting to land, and he knew the instant they landed the door would open and everyone would be out. He didn’t want to make his friends wait for him, so he pushed his engine as hard as he could.
There was no one there. Well there were a few stragglers, but no one that he could call friend were there. It seems as though the instant the ship had landed and the doors had open, everyone had dispersed, pairing up and going off before Swerve could ask anyone to hang with him.
Spark broken but unsurprised he had just wandered from vendor to vendor, listless and alone, until he ended up at the club. Even if he was alone, at least he could pretend he belong to one of many groups of people who were hanging out with their friends talking and enjoying themselves. A mistake on his part, he simply felt even more alone now with no one to talk to in a room full of people.
Three drinks in and Swerve was slightly buzzed. It felt...good if somewhat pathetic. At least he didn’t have to think about things when he was drunk off his aft.
“Excuse me.”
No need to worry about his bar.
“Ummm…”
So what if he missed the launching, no one would remember him anyways.
“Hey!”
They’d probably celebrate.
“HEY!”
“What?” Swerve snapped back. It was one of the workers of the bar who was in charge of ferrying around drinks. Normally we would feel bad, he knows what’s it's like to work at a bar, but they interrupted his one man pity party.
Nevertheless, Swerve mumbles out an apology before looking at away, but the clink of glass hitting the table made him look up again. A cup of energon, the really good stuff by the looks of it, was put down next to him by the server.
“Person over there, in the seat by the pink pillar, bought this for you,” the server said in response to the questioning look on Swerve’s face, “Said they would love to have a drink with you and the pleasure of your company.”
Swerve turned to look, and the server took that as a cue to leave. Swerve was already in disbelief that someone would even buy him a drink, but when he turned to see who it was he was sure that a prank was being played on him. There was no way anyone that good looking would buy him a drink, much less invite him over. Pleasure of his company, as if. Swerve let out a frown and turned to look back at his own drink, ignoring the one that was sent, even more depressed than before.
The smile fell from your face as you saw the cute mech give you a frown before turning back to his drink.
You tilt your head to the side wondering what you did wrong. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone, but then he looked so depressed earlier just sitting there alone? Then again he did come in alone, but most people didn't come to the club to be alone and depress. The question was bugging you, and you felt kinda bad for him. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to. Making up your mind, you got up from your seat and made your way over to him. You'd ask him what was wrong, and if he didn't want to talk about it or he made it clear he didn't want your company you'd leave him alone.
“Hello,” you slid onto the seat right besides him, another smile plastered on your face. He stiffen beside you.
“What do you want?” He grumbled out avoiding looking at you in the face.
“Well,” you traced a finger around the rim of the drink that you bought him, “I just wanted to talk. Get to know you better.”
“Don't bother. There’s nothing interesting about me. I just want to be left alone,” he shrunk in on himself and even though you told yourself that you would leave him alone if he didn't want to talk, you just had to try a little bit harder, just to make sure.
“Whether you're interesting or not is for me to decide, but if you don't want to talk that's okay,” you give a small shrug, “If you don’t mind,though, will you listen to me talk? I honestly want to talk to you. It seems like you have a lot of neat stories to tell,” you see him sneak a peek at you before averting his eyes again, this time with a light red blush covering his cheeks, and you take that as a cue to continue. He didn’t tell you to go away after all.
So you give him your name, and he mumbles out his own, then you start rambling about anything that crosses your mind. Your life, the places you've been, the people you've met, and in this way you slowly you draw him into your conversation.
He eventually tells you about the ship he’s on, the quests he`s been on, his favorite sitcoms. At first you thought he was a shy quiet bot but once he started feeling more comfortable he talked nonstop. He’s definitely blushing now too, and still avoiding look at you, but his mouth doesn't stop moving as he tells you everything.
An hour in and he’s much happier now, optics bright,mouth curved up in a smile, hands gesturing around as he tells you about the Lost Light. Occasionally he would look over to you, before blushing, and averting his look again. It’s really cute. Cute enough that you want to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Hey, can I give you a kiss?”
“And then Inferno sat on- What!?”
“A kiss? A small peck on the cheeks?”
He’s openingly staring at you, mouth agape, as you give him a sheepish smile and a shrug.
“You’re really cute.”
He still hasn’t said anything.
“I think it would be nice.”
Still nothing from his end.
“Uhhh,” you wave your hand in front of his face, “Are you okay? I mean you can totally say no, I won’t think any less of you.”
“I-ah-No. I just,” again he avert his look from yours, “No one has ever asked for that, but I-I guess?”
Then he’s looking at you again as you slowly move closer to him, just in case he decides to change his mind. He doesn’t say a word as you press a small chaste kiss to his warm cheeks.
You move back a bit, close enough that you can still feel the heat coming off his frame but far enough that you’re not touching him. The two of you spend a few moments staring at each other and then...
And then…
He’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back. He pulls you closer, you grab his face, he pulls back and tells you people are watching, so you grab his hand and pull him with you.
From the bar, across the dancefloor, twisting through the corridors, until you find a somewhat empty room.
And then he`s touching you again, desperate to feel every part of you as he runs his hands from your face to your waist, arms encircling you as he pulls you closer. For your part, you're pressing your lips everywhere, pulling back for a second to his confusion to ask a simple but important question.
“Are you sure?”
He doesn’t even hesitate as he pulls you in closer, and you follow his lead. You gently push him against a wall, mouth attacking the cabling at his neck, giving him small nips that has his fans blasting.
Swerve has his head nuzzled against your neck and you can feel as he openingly pants against you. All throughout he’s mumbling short sweet phrases and random gibberish as he gets overwhelmed by your attention.
There’s not much you can do here, as isolated as it may be you both still are in a public place, but with your body mostly covering his you can at least do this.
“Swerve~” you all but purr into his audial as you run your hand across his interface panel.
Swerve lets out a moan as he pushes his hips towards your hand, causing you to rub against it harder.
His interface panel slides back, allowing his spike to pressurize into your hand.
“Ohh Swerve~ Swervey~” You pull your head back from his neck to look at him and what a sight he is. Mouth opened and panting, optics dimmed, face flushed red. When he notices you looking, a wide goofy smile appears.
“Thank you, thank you so much. This is so amazing, I never would have thought-” his hands are fumbling with your lower half, and then you hear clinking before his fingers are inside of you.
It's awkward at first, getting accustomed to each other, figuring out what feels good and what doesn’t. Between Swerve’s rambling and your gentle encouragement, you both find a way to make each other feel good. Your hand is wrapped around his spike and one of his hand is wrapped over it, showing you how fast or slow he likes it. The fingers of his other hand is inside of you, your free hand wrapped around his wrist as you guide him to your sweet spot.
Swerve curls his finger and he scrapes against something that almost makes your leg buckle. You see him give a self-satisfied smirk, and in retaliation you squeeze his spike slightly harder as you give his spike a half twist at the tip.
“Slag, not fair,” he huffs out, but he’s smile only grows wider. Both of you are so close, just a little bit more. Swerve places his lips on yours again and you give his bottom lip a little nip and that is just enough for him to overload all over your hand. This in turn causes you to climax around his fingers.
You both lean against each other, basking in the afterglow.
“I love you,” Swerve whispers, so low you think maybe he doesn’t want you to hear it.
You pause a bit, before nuzzling against his neck.
“I love you too,” and you place a small chaste kiss against his warm cheek.