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Noah clips and solders more wires underneath Mirage’s alt mode as he talks about the latest Beastie Boys album. Noah feels the exhaustion creep up on him after a long day of putting things together. He wheels out from under Mirage, sweat glistening on his soot-stained body. He looks over Mirage. Sure, he isn’t as flashy as he once was, and his body looks a little misshapen, but that’s not what matters. All that matters is that Mirage is alive and functional and safe . He absent mindedly places his hand on Mirage’s hood and rubs it, thinking about the last two months of their friendship. The police chase across the city, the battle for Earth in Peru, nearly dying maybe five times. Truth be told, Noah didn’t mind any of it one bit. He’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant he could keep his brother at a good hospital and make a pretty cool friend. Mirage’s engine rumbles at the touch. Noah glances at the wall clock to his right and grunts in annoyance. Time sure does fly when you’re having fun.
“It's getting late. Think I gotta head home.”
“Callin’ it quits already, Sonic?” Mirage teases.
“It's 10 pm dawg. I’ve been here since 11 am.”
“Oh man, I’m sure we can hang out a little longer.” Mirage revved his engine.
Noah’s eyebrow crooks up at Mirage’s plea. The two of them spend most days together, since Noah has nowhere else to be thanks to the checks from the “secret military agency” all but paying him to continue to maintain positive Cybertronian-Human relations. And while he definitely enjoys the time he and his bot friend spend in the mechanic garage, he wonders if he’s abandoning his family with the hours that he bleeds away in there and if his relationship with Mirage could be seen as a bit obsessive.
Yes, Mirage’s damage was extensive, with only the pieces of him left being what Noah wore while fighting Scourge. And he had people around the block drop off electronics they needed help with. But did he really need to come every day ? Kris didn’t seem to mind, since he had other friends now in the hospital, and they saw each other every other day when he went to drop him off and pick him up. His mom would be picking him up today and tomorrow so they can spend some more time together. Speaking of his mom…well, she didn’t say much about it. Took her a while to adjust to everything. She nearly passed out from watching Mirage transform in front of her. But now she often asks Noah how Mirage is and will say hi if she sees him.
His thoughts fade away when he feels Mirage’s bumper tap his leg.
“C’mon, just a little bit more? Please?” Noah didn’t think Mirage could beg. It pulls at his heart strings and his resolve crumbles away into dust.
“Ok, fine. But we can’t keep staying here, I’m gonna go loco .”
The bubbly growls of his stomach echo against the sheet metal walls. Mirage laughs at the sound.
“Guess we could go into the city and grab some food. Might be a good way to test the new repairs too.”
They pull up to an abandoned warehouse outside of city limits. Sure, it's not the most classy place to have a late dinner, but it ensures privacy for the two of them to kick back, and especially for Mirage to stretch his legs in root mode. Plus, the view of the night sky is pretty incredible out here. They can see the stars so clearly out here. Noah rips into his tripleta with reckless abandon, ignoring the grease and sauces dribbling down his hands and face. He didn’t realize he was that hungry; hell, he can’t even remember the last time he ate today. This isn’t an unusual occurrence in his life. He would go days without food when working on a project, denying himself other comforts just for the true prize of completing a job to perfection. His mother would worry about him in high school, begging him to come down from his room for dinner.
Mirage is watching him with intense focus. Noah has noticed Mirage seems to do that a lot. He’s probably just weirded out by human stuff.
“What does that taste like anyhow?” Mirage asks.
“What, this?” The words are muffled by the meat and bread in his mouth.
“Yeah. Always hear humans talking about the taste of their fuel. What does that one taste like?”
“Uh, it’s spicy, savory…wait, do you guys even have anything like that? Like spicy?” Noah licks at the mess on his hands, only half aware of the way Mirage looks at him while he does.
“Kinda. Energon is our main fuel source but back home it comes in like drinks and meal packs and snacks and stuff. I liked rust sticks a lot. I think they’d be similar to uh potato...chips?”
“Are they salty?”
“Well, they have zinc shavings on them and I guess that sounds like salt?”
“Dope.” Noah looks at the dilapidated roof above them. “Do you miss home a lot?”
“Sometimes. Primus, especially the way it was before the war. I used to go racing all the time with my buddies and hang out at Maccadams for engex.”
“What’s engex?”
“It’s like alcohol for us bots, I think. Has the same effect from what I’ve seen.”
Noah nods sagely, scarfing down the last shreds of his tripleta . Mirage had already given Noah a concise summary of the four million year long war between the Autobots and the Decepticons. Megatron and his comrades started out as freedom fighters and then began a full scale assault on Cybertron to take control. The Autobots fought back to give the citizens control of their cities and their autonomy while also rejecting the old way of life. Noah could barely last his three years of deployment in Iraq. He shuddered at the idea of a million year war, let alone four.
“Yeah, back in deployment, I couldn’t help but think about Kris or my Mami like all the time.”
“What did you do when you missed home and your family?”
“I wrote letters home, and I had a lil’ photo of them in my pocket so I’d have a piece of them with me wherever I went.”
Mirage’s eyes glow bright and a holographic picture projects onto the ground in front of Noah. It's a photo of a smiling Mirage, with two bots he’s not as familiar with. The one on the left was sky blue and had sharp edges on his frame. They had a serious look on their faceplate, yellow optics narrow. The one on the right was red, yellow and orange and had a wide grin and bright blue optics. His arm was around Mirage’s waist. Noah felt upset at that for some reason.
“Those are my racing buddies. That’s Blurr on the left, one of the fastest mechs on Cybertron. He can be a bit of a tightwad, but he’s real nice once you get to know him. And the other is Hot Rod. He talks a lot of smack and sometimes acts before thinking, but he’s a loyal friend.”
“Friend, huh.” Noah mumbles to himself. He can’t help but wonder why he’s even bothered that Mirage had mechs he was close with. Mirage probably had others who he knew better than Noah, and that’s perfectly ok. After all, they’d only known each other for two months.
The rationalization doesn’t make the feelings go away, though.
“We tried to radio-in our base when we got here. Arcee says that we’re too far out of the range for any Cybertronian satellites to pick up. So we’re kinda cut off from everything.” Mirage sighs sadly. “I hope they’re alright at least.”
Noah places his non-stained hand on Mirage’s servo as a gesture of comfort.
“If they’re anything like you guys, you got nothing to worry about. They’ve probably got the ‘Cons tuckin’ tail.” Mirage laughs.
Noah stretches back and lays on the warehouse floor, looking up at the stars. He wonders which constellation would point back to Cybertron. He wonders if one could even find Cybertron from this far out. The thud of Mirage’s body laying closely beside him distracts his mapping.
“Earth is really nice though. Humans have such variety, they get to choose what they want to be and I admire that. ‘Sides,” he looks at Noah, optics bleeding bright blue, “I’m kinda glad I met you on this floating rock.”
Noah tries to play cool, even though the tips of his ears are reddening.
“Yea, you’re pretty dope too.”
They stay for a while in a content almost-silence, Noah’s soft breaths drowned out by the happy hum of Mirage’s engine. The wind blows through the roof and gives Noah goosebumps.
“I could take a crack at a radio for you to phone home. I fix more than just cars y’know. Might take a while but I don’t mind.”
“Would you really?”
“Yea, anything for you, amigo .”
Mirage whoops and pumps his fists in the air, then grabs Noah for a hug. Noah smiles at the embrace, letting the hum of his internal mechanisms wash over him. He enjoyed making Mirage happy.
Noah finds himself in Mirage’s lap. His servos are running over his warm skin slowly, like they’re mapping out his body. He’s doing the same, running his hands from Mirage’s mid-section all the way down to the wheel near his groin. He plays with the wires in the gap there and a sharp electronic noise bleeds out from Mirage’s parted lips, laced with what sounds like TV static. Mirage moves Noah forward and kisses him softly on the lips. It feels incredible, like a warm spoon from a soup dish against his lips.
Noah ruts against the heated plating beneath him and they both moan as they part. Noah finds himself pulling down his gray sweats and stained boxers, cock hard and erect from all the earlier touches. Mirage pushes it against his digit. Noah grunts and shudders, his hips urging him on. Noah is suddenly picked up and his back is placed on Mirage’s chest. Noah’s eyes widen at the sight beneath him. A robotic phallus rises from between Mirage's legs, and Noah’s thighs are spread apart by the giant member. Noah moans and Mirage’s laugh is like the rush of a warm spring next to Noah’s ear. It makes his heart race and his head spin.
“Like what you see?”
He nods enthusiastically, riding against his dick and whining at how wonderful it is. Mirage’s moans spur him on.
“Good boy.” Mirage’s thumb strokes his cheek, and Noah presses his face into the touch.
He whimpers at the praise, pace faltering, chest heaving for air that doesn’t seem enough.
“You feel so good, Noah. So -beep beep beep .”
Noah is awake with a cold start. He has sweat racing down his neck, face, and arms. He sets his alarm to snooze (he always forgets he doesn’t have to when his mom takes Kris to the hospital) and exhales sharply. What the hell was that dream? He’s had his fair share of wet dreams about dudes he’d seen on TV or in magazines, or even vaguely knew, but not with as much intensity and vividness as this one.
When he rolls over to get a few more hours of shut eye, he groans loudly and slaps his hand over his mouth hoping no one hears. He looks down and realizes that he is still very hard from his dream.
Well, I have to deal with this now.
Rolling up to sit on the edge of the bed, Noah slips his hands down from his abdomen until they slide under the band of his pajama pants. He palms his dick and rolls his eyes back, chasing the overwhelming feeling from the dream. He pictures Mirage’s digits smoothing against it.
What would Mirage say to him? Maybe he’d tease him a bit from getting worked up over some little touches. Or maybe he’d be just a bit rough with him, since it’d be so easy to push him around at his size. At least that’s what is typically written in the erotic stories in Man and Man Weekly .
Noah sticks to just teasing. Those are the stories he enjoys more anyhow, where the handsome older man toys with the younger, less experienced one on their first encounter. He can hear Mirage’s voice as if he were right next to him, low and seductive .
“Aw look at you, I’ve barely started and you’re all wet.” Noah whines at the tease, his hand moving faster along his now exposed shaft. He stops at the tip and gives in a good squeeze, hips jumping up at the sensation.
“Yeah that’s it, you look so cute like this. I bet I could just make you come from this. I bet I don’t need to use my dick on you.”
Noah pauses. Did Cybertronians have dicks?
He shoves the question down to the bottom of his subconscious. He has a more pressing matter at hand to deal with.
He picks up where he left off, with Mirage’s finger stroking his cheek and using his thumb to rock back and forth against Noah’s cock.
“I'm gonna have you ride my dick. How does that sound?” Noah moans his reply softly. He imagines the snarky look on Mirage’s face, optics dim with pleasure, lips curved into a suave smirk.
Noah grasps the base and pumps his fist along the shaft. He bites his lip to stop the whines from escaping. Mirage would probably wanna hear him make noises. Maybe kiss along his neck and leave marks, maybe he’d pull out his dick he’d have him ride on it and tell him how perfect he feel and how much he loves seeing him like this-
That brings him to climax, mouth open in soundless scream as ribbons of spunk plaster his shirt and pants. He releases the grip on his cock as clarity slowly washes over him.
Shit.
He races to the bathroom, hoping no one else was awake to see the mess he made of himself. He washes his hands and takes off his shirt and pants. He then splashes some cold water on his face to shock himself out of his daze. He looks himself hard in the mirror. He’s in love with a fucking robot. He’d figured he had some sort of feelings for the mech (Can you blame him? They fought side by side and almost died on a battlefield together. He’s been inside of him twice! That tends to make feelings grow.) He puts his head in his hands and grumbles. It wasn’t already bad enough that he liked men, something that made his life a nightmare. No, he had to complicate things by falling in love with a man that wasn’t even human .
Would Mirage even want him? Sure he cared for Noah and even nearly laid down his life for him, but that kind of devotion doesn’t always translate to romantic interest. He’d seen soldiers do the same back in his army days, and he was pretty sure they weren't into their fellow service men. Besides, Noah was no stranger to rejection. He had his nose fractured when he tried to confess his feelings to his best friend in middle school, and was bullied relentlessly by the other students. It had gotten so bad that he had to switch schools in the middle of the academic year. He never told his mom the real reason why he wanted to switch, only half heartedly talking about how frustrating his classmates could be. He didn’t want her to be disgusted by him either.
He didn’t really try to fall in love with any other guy after that. Sure he read the magazines, wrote letters to others like him under a pseudonym and kept up with the activism from time to time, but he couldn’t bear to be looked at with that level of hatred and disgust ever again. He was ashamed to some degree of what he was, even if it wasn’t something to be ashamed of according to others. It’s why he never really got close with his squad members, for fear that they’d see what he truly was and try to have him court martialled. Would Mirage see him that way? He couldn’t risk it. He liked their time together way too much to ruin it over his delusional fantasies.
Noah looks at his reflection again. The idea of facing Mirage with all of these feelings makes his stomach turn. And now he has to see the damn bot in a few hours.
Today is gonna be a weird ass day.
No matter how fascinating and wonderful he found them, humans have always confounded Mirage (and probably will continue to). They have such strange social behaviors that don’t seem to follow a cohesive line of thought. Patterns established for months could switch out at a moment's notice for the most unimportant reasons, rules could be broken depending on situations that Mirage couldn’t seem to wrap his processor around.
Even his favorite human wasn’t exempt from occasional displays of strange behavior. Like right now. Noah is skittish and avoidant, he hasn’t even looked at Mirage at all. He has walked all around the garage, cleaning up the space and reorganizing his toolbox. Noah doesn’t usually do this, at least not without it being a break from working on repairs for Mirage or someone else. His temperature levels are way higher than average and his heart is beating erratically. For a moment, the bot wonders if his favorite human is ill.
“Hey man, what’s up with you?”
“Me? Oh nothing. Just didn’t get good sleep.” Noah doesn’t look up to answer Mirage, still rummaging through his toolbox aimlessly.
Mirage doesn’t buy that.
“Are you sick or something? ”
“What? No! I’m great, fantastic even!” Noah shoots up to his feet with speed, not noticing his laces underfoot, and all too suddenly begins to fall towards the ground. Mirage transforms to root mode with a quickness that makes his struts sting but catches Noah before he went splat on the paved floor. He cradles Noah in his servos and lifts him above the ground.
Guilt gnaws at the edges of his spark. Maybe if he didn’t ask Noah to hang out with him so often, Noah wouldn’t be so out of sorts. Sometimes he forgets that humans need to recharge and fuel more often than himself and other Cybertronians. Maybe Noah should take a break from repairs for a while. It’s not worth it if he’s hurting the person he cares about.
“Listen, if you feel tired, it's totally fine to call it a day. I can just chill here or-”
“Mirage, I'm fine, honest. Just got some stuff running through my mind.”
“Like what? C’mon, talk to me bro. You know you can trust me right? I’m your boy.”
Mirage brings Noah closer to his face
“What’s eating you up? Is it Kris? Is he okay?” Noah nods his head. “Is it a girl?”
“Nah, hell no.” Noah's answer is quick and sharp and also laced with irritation. Mirage finds this odd. Media shows that most males on this planet go after females in a variety of ways. Noah doesn’t seem to be like that. Perhaps he is what is called a homosexual on Earth. Mirage shakes his head. Humans and their labels.
“Don’t worry about it, Mirage.”
“You sure?” Noah nods.
“If you say so buddy.”
Noah sinks a bit in Mirage’s servos, then has a thoughtful look on his face.
“Actually, I had a question for ya Mirage.”
His optic ridges cock up at that. “Yeah, what’s up?”
He watches Noah wring his hands together nervously and bite his lower lip and can only wonder what Noah had to ask. In his processor, Mirage begins to compile a list of things he could have done in the last few weeks that could have worried Noah.
“So uh…heh. I don’t know if this is rude on Cybertron, so forgive me if I’m being a jerk, but I was wondering how do you Cybertronians…reproduce?”
Mirage laughs as he sets Noah back into his rickety seat. Noah was worried about offending me , Mirage muses to himself. He couldn’t understand why that would be offensive.
“That’s what you were so worried about, man? Nah, that’s not rude, of course I’ll tell you. ”
Noah’s face lights up with excitement at that and leans forward on his seat.
“So we’re kinda cut out from metal. There’s two ways that’s done: cold construction and heat forging. I think from the words you can kinda tell what each means. That’s actually part of why the war started; there’s a weird class hierarchy on Cybertron based on how you are born and what you transform into. OP could probably tell you more about the political theory behind it all, he’s a nerd like that. That answer your question?”
“Oh, well...yeah, I think so.” Noah shrugs and goes back to digging into his toolbox.
Mirage is confused as to why Noah seems a bit disappointed by that information. Of course reproduction on Cybertron would be different from that on Earth. Mirage had seen enough Earth media to know how ‘babies’ are made. All it takes is two people with opposite genitalia coming together during ‘sex’, what humans call interfacing, and….
Oh . In that moment, it dawns on Mirage what Noah is really asking about. A sly smile creeps across his faceplate as he looks down at his friend.
“Noah, when you asked how Cybertronians reproduce , did you happen to mean ‘sex’ ?” Mirage’s digits make air quotes as he leans forward to look closer at Noah.
Noah’s face shades a light pink and he looks like he’s desperately trying to shrink himself.
“Uh maybe, I mean I was just curious since aliens kinda have freaky stuff going on.” There’s an embarrassed edge to his voice that Mirage finds adorable.
Noah’s not wrong, either. Mirage watched Alien at a drive-in theater for “Creature Feature” night. Needless to say, he hoped Xenomorphs weren’t real.
“Well, that’s a bit different.” Mirage started. “When we interface, we don’t have reproduction in mind. We do it for fun or to let off some steam. Occasionally it could be romantic but not always. We’ve got two of what you’d call genitals; a spike which is what you guys would call a penis and a valve which is what I think you would call a…pussy? I'm not sure of the words, lots of movies use lots of different words for those parts. Some bots like to do stuff up their ports, but that’s never appealed to me personally.”
Mirage catches the way Noah watches him, like his body is present but mind is elsewhere. He wonders if Noah could be ‘turned on’ with how clinical he’s been about interfacing. He hasn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. He also wonders why that made him nervous initially.
“Anything else you wanna know, bud?”
“Uh yeah, actually…Do you think you can ‘interface’ with other species?”
Way to beat about the bush buddy, Mirage thinks to himself.
“Noah, if I didn’t know any better, it almost sounds like you wanna interface with a Cybertonian.”
Noah’s laugh is one filled with sharp panic. “Hahaha what? Me? With you? No no no no that’s craaaazy ! Like I don’t even think you could and I doubt you would even enjoy it.”
Mirage has to confess that he’s had certain thoughts about Noah that weren’t just platonic. For a human, Noah ticked off the boxes of what Mirage would want in a mech. His face reminded Mirage of a rugged fighter from a gritty movie he saw a while back, Rocky or something. And he’s a pretty great guy too; loyal, caring for his brother and mom, strong, passionate about his hobby. Bee had told him all about Charlie and all the ‘fun’ stuff they would get up to from time to time. Some days when Noah would be distracted and working on something else in the garage, he’d imagine doing the same things with his human companion. He wondered what kind of equipment Noah used, how it looked and how he liked to be pleased, but never assumed Noah would be interested in that sort of thing. Noah apparently didn’t go after women the way he thought was custom here and he wasn’t as sure about Noah’s feelings towards men. Mirage assumed maybe Noah loved gizmos more than people. Maybe now could be a time to test that.
“Actually, I do know of a Cybertronian and a human that have interfaced and it was pretty nice for both parties.” Mirage watches the thinly veiled enthusiasm light up Noah’s face, trying to study if making a move would be ok.
“Oh really? That’s cool.”
“Would you wanna try, Noah?” Might as well rip the band-aid off as they say.
“Huh? What, why?” Noah looks like he’s about to bolt from his seat and out the door. Maybe I’m misreading things? This could go bad.
Mirage exvents solemnly and scratches his chin.
“Look, Noah, you’re a pretty good looking human, you’re funny, you’re brave and smart and I gotta say I have had some…thoughts towards ya. I’d get it if you don’t wanna do anything and we can pretend this was all just a misunderstanding and never happened, but trust me, I’m more than willing to ‘have sex’ with you, if you want.”
Noah is frozen in place, face getting redder with each passing second, hands gripping the arms of the workchair like a vice.
I think I scared him. Nice going, Mirage . He waves his servo in the air, like he’s pushing the suggestion out of the air.
“It’s whatever man. Like I said, this never happened.” Mirage turns back and preps to transform into alt mode out of embarrassment.
“Wait.” Noah pleads and Mirage turns around to face him.
“I’m…it's just…” Noah takes a deep breath and continues. “Look, if you’re into it, I don’t mind it either. I…sorta like you too. Just…just promise you won’t be disgusted by…all of me.”
Mirage is puzzled at that statement. He crouches down to look at Noah closely.
“Why would I be disgusted by you? I like you, bro. A lot actually.” Mirage uses his thumb to lift Noah’s chin up. He hears Noah’s breath catch and can slightly feel his racing pulse.
“I guess I’m not always used to having my feelings returned.”
“Want me to show you how much I like you?”
Noah watches intently as Mirage shrinks down, plates shifting and folding, until he only slightly towers over Noah with a grin. Mirage moves forward, guiding Noah back. Noah lets Mirage crowd him until the backs of his thighs hit the workbench table.
“So, uh,heh…” Noah mumbles, looking anywhere but Mirage’s optics. “What next?”
“I dunno. You gotta tell me what you wanna see, Noah. I’ll do anything you want me to.'' Mirage rests his forehelm against Noah’s forehead and peers deeply into his eyes. His servos are on Noah’s hips, steadying him, thumbs rubbing nonsensical patterns into them.
“Uh, um, show me your uh….what did you call it again, your spike?”
Mirage chuckles and the telltale sounds of transformation can be heard from beneath them. Noah looks down in awe.
It’s blue and silver, just like his initial alt mode colors, with slits of blue light on the side. They pulse like a beating heart and accentuate the long shaft nicely. There’s a ring around the base. Noah’s face has a look of bewilderment mixed with longing. It sends thrills through Mirage’s sensornet. Mirage grabs Noah’s chin and makes him look into his optics. Noah’s face is red like a tomato, his body is warm and shivering against Mirage’s heated frame.
“What else do you wanna do?”
Noah mumbles to himself shyly.
“You gotta speak up, pretty boy. My audials can only hear so much.”
“I said I ain’t really done this before, so I don’t know.”
Mirage pauses and backs up a bit.
“Like never? Not even with a human?”
“I don’t really like women and uh…I can’t really be with a guy as is. It’s…complicated here.” Noah looks away, hand rubbing the back of his neck and Mirage isn’t sure why he’d be ashamed of this admission. Was there something wrong with being with other men? Earth really was a strange place.
A sudden pang of panic floods through Mirage as he makes another realization. What was I thinking? The guy’s a virgin. I can’t just come onto him. Mirage, you fucking dumbass.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” Noah has a dejected look on his face and it almost cracks Mirage’s spark into two.
“No no no, hey,” Mirage takes Noah’s hand into his servos and squeezes it gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong, just that…. your first time doing something like this should be special, y’know?” He rubs Noah’s knuckles reassuringly.
“Well, I mean doing it with an alien robot I like seems pretty special to me.” Noah huffs.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean like you gotta do it in a special way. It’s gotta be memorable.”
“Oh, okay.” Noah pauses. Mirage’s optics brighten and his face lights up with a smile.
“I have an idea.”
Noah stands outside the warehouse, back against the metal wall, trying (and failing) to focus on anything around him; the choir of crickets in the field around him, the midsummer breeze rustling the tall grass. His mind keeps replaying the day like a broken VHS player stuck on rewind.
Honestly, when he asked Mirage about ‘ Cybertronian reproduction ’, it was more out of honest curiosity than anything else. His brain still nagged at him about his fantasies, and maybe a small part of him wanted to know if he could even have an inkling of a chance with the bot. He didn’t think Mirage would actually want to talk about it, let alone actually want to ‘interface’ with him. But it happened. Mirage likes him! Finally, for once his feelings are returned!
And now he’s just been waiting for the last…two, maybe three, hours for Mirage to finish up whatever ‘surprise’ he has in store. Before Mirage dropped him off to get supplies for said surprise, he asked exactly what Noah wanted him to do, and Noah stammered through things he’d thought he might enjoy. Then Mirage wanted to know why Noah hadn’t been with another man and Noah promised to explain later, that it would be way too long to explain in the present moment.
Some nagging part of his psyche questions if the whole thing is some kind of sick joke, or worse, that he never really woke up from that dream. Mirage pokes his head out from the door.
“Hey, it's ready!” Mirage, who is already transformed down to his smaller size, grabs his hand and guides him into the warehouse.
There’s a few candles lit on the floor, a thick black mat on the floor stacked on top of a carpet, with pillows and flower petals scattered around ( Where did he get these from? How did he get these? )
“What’s all this?” Noah’s eyes dart back and forth between the scene in front of him and Mirage
“Oh, I searched up a bunch of things on AskJeeves about human mating rituals and these were the suggestions.” He points to the mat: “a place to lie down…”; the candles: “mood lighting…”; the petals on the floor: “some decor, and…” A click sounds from inside Mirage’s frame and Careless Whisper begins to play on his radio. “Music. What do you think?”
“Mirage, I don’t think I can do this with…that playing in the background.”
“Oh that’s ok, I got tons of other music in here-”
Noah grabs his servos before Mirage could choose some other wildly inappropriate music choice.
“I don’t need all this for a good time, Mirage. I just want you.” With a sudden burst of courage, he finds himself moving forward and kissing Mirage on his lips. He feels Mirage freeze and then kiss him back with fervor. Noah’s hands skated across his frame. He grabs and pulls on whatever his hands brushed, wires and protoform and kibble felt up and teased. Mirage keens and mirrors the movements across Noah’s body, moving his servos under his clothes, pinching soft flesh between his thick digits. In a swift motion, Noah’s shirt is tossed aside and Mirage’s servos trail down his back. He reaches his ass and gropes it hard. Noah rolls his head back and moans, and Mirage trails kisses alongside his exposed neck. He pulls Noah closer to him and pushes his thigh against his half hard cock.
“Having fun?” Mirage asks next to Noah’s ear. He nods enthusiastically.
“I wanna hear you, Noah.” He kisses Noah’s neck and sucks hard on a specific spot under his chin.
“Ye-ees this feels so-oo good.” His words are broken up by shaky breaths and he claws onto Mirage’s shoulders.
“Good. Want this to be good for you.” He murmurs against soft lips before kissing them again and guides Noah towards the mats on the floor.
Mirage gets on his knees and starts to undo Noah’s belt buckle, fumbling with the latch until Noah impatiently reaches down and does it himself.
He unzips his work pants and his cock strains against his boxers. Mirage gives it a soft kiss and relishes the whines that slip through Noah’s lips. He mouths at the outline for a bit, learning where along his shaft would make Noah let out those wonderful noises. After that, he pulls the boxers and pants down and watches as Noah’s dick springs up to nearly touch his abdomen.
He admires it for a bit; it’s about average size, from what Mirage remembers from the adult films he’d scanned through. It was cut, with veins traversing along the thick shaft. There’s a droplet of some fluid seeping out of the slit at the tip. Mirage puts the tip in his mouth and sucks on it. It tastes like the water at the beach when Bee and him were scouting the planet, and he tripped over a rock and into the lapping waves.
Noah’s hips jerk and he lets out a long groan at the new sensation. He places his hand on Mirage’s helm for balance. This spurs Mirage on and he slowly takes the length down his intake. His tongue shifts underneath the shaft and feels veins press onto it. Mirage slips his cock out his mouth and licks at the shaft, tongue tracing the path of the veins.
“Ha-a Mirage, fuck, please keep going.” He whines when Mirage holds his hips and bobs his head faster along the throbbing member. Noah feels heady as the pace quickens. His whines and moans get louder as Mirage moves all the way to the base and back to the tip.
“Mi-mirage, I’m ge-getting so-oh! Close! Que chingon !”
At this, Mirage shoves his hips till his lips are stretched taut and his nose is against Noah’s stomach. He swallows twice against the intrusion and Noah screams, spilling into Mirage’s intake. Mirage swallows as much as he can as he feels Noah’s hand stroke his helm. He releases Noah with a pop and looks up at his dark hazel eyes.
“How was that?” He pulls Noah to the mat and kisses his cheek.
“That was incredible.”
“We’re just getting started, Noah. Lay back for me. Are you comfortable?” He places his hand on Noah’s cheek and caresses it tenderly.
“Yeah, I’m comfortable.” He sighs as Mirage pulls out a tube from his subspace.
“This was also recommended as well.” Noah huffs out a laugh as Mirage spreads the translucent fluid on his digits liberally.
“You’ll tell me if something feels wrong, ok?” .Noah grunts his response
“I gotta hear ya, buddy.”
“Yes, I’ll tell you if something is wrong.”
“Good.”
Slowly, a digit presses into his hole. Mirage pulls down at the tight ring and moves around in a circle. He presses his digit further in, curling it and pulling against the stiff wall. He moves the digit in and out, teasing a second digit.
“You think you can take a second one?” Mirage teases.
“C’mon do it, I can handle it.” Mirage pushes the second one gently and uses both digits to stretch against the entrance. Noah keens and Mirage chuckles.
“You make cute noises.” Mirage moves slowly in Noah, gently scissoring his digits and teasing at the flesh.
“ Ay, papi! ” Noah pants as a third digit enters him. Mirage pumps his servos quickly and scissors them ever so often. Noah writhes beneath him, whining and clawing at the mat. His body feels hot and awash with pleasure bordering on too much.
“I think you’re prepped enough.” Mirage squeezes his ass with his non-lubed hand and Noah yelps at the touch. He watches as Mirage’s modesty panel transforms away and his spike pressurizes with speed.
Mirage moves his spike along Noah’s stretched wet hole, giving Noah’s rapidly rising cock a few soft strokes. He pushes the tip through the tight ring and lets out a long moan laced with static at the sensation. His engine revs in spite of himself. Noah winces slightly at first, overwhelmed by the new sensation, then groans as he relaxes into it. Mirage leans over and gives him a kiss on his cheek.
“Noah, you feel so wonderful.” Underneath his frame, Noah cries out and holds onto Mirage’s shoulders to ground himself. He places his face against his neck and whimpers as Mirage’s spike slowly pushes in and out of him. With each stroke he rubbed soothing circles on his thighs.
“I think I can really start moving. Are you ready?”
He feels Noah nod against his neck. “Yes, please.”
Mirage sets a slow pace at first.
“Fuck Noah, you feel perfect, like you were made to take my spike.” He rocks his hips faster and pounds Noah into the mat. His restraint slowly slips away as he grabs Noah's thighs and pushes them toward his head. The angle of his spike changes and Mirage feels a soft nub against the tip of his spike. He pushes against it experimentally. Noah howling his name sounds like sweet music to Mirage’s audials, and he decides to keep hitting this spot as hard and fast as he can so he can keep hearing it. Noah’s eyes roll back, his noises growing louder and more incomprehensible as Mirage kept up his unrelenting pace.
“Noah, fuck, I’m glad you let me do this. I’m gonna make you feel so good baby. Shit.” He leans over and kisses and sucks along Noah’s neck, enjoying the way he reacts to each one. In the heat of the moment he bites into Noah’s neck and savors the pleasure-pain laden cry. His vents push hot air against Noah’s body and his plating shifts, desperately trying to cool himself.
For the second time that night, Noah comes hard, Mirage’s name and a litany of Spanish swears tumbling from his kiss bruised lips. Mirage only moved faster, hips snapping harder, cooling fans threatening to spin off their axles. Noah pulls him in for a kiss full of teeth, playing with his tongue and tasting himself. He’s blissed out completely, riding the aftershocks of the climax.
Mirage’s pace falters and suddenly he’s overloading inside of Noah with a shout. Noah rubs his neck and peppers his cheek with kisses. He rests his forehelm against Noah’s forehead, panting as his cooling fans slow down.
“How was that for the first time, huh?” Mirage rasps.
“Amazing.” Noah sighs. He feels Mirage’s digits brush against where he was bit.
“Sorry about that. I got carried away. Won’t happen again.”
“No, I liked it. I don’t mind that.”
They lay down next to each other, fingers tangled between digits watching the stars. Noah’s mind races a bit, thinking about the future. What would Kris think about this new…relationship? What would his mom think? Would Optimus approve of it? The questions and uncertainty made his stomach turn.
Once again, Mirage’s touch takes him away from his rapid thought train and back to the present moment. His servos squeeze Noah’s, almost as if he could hear the thoughts rattling in Noah’s head. Noah looks at his lover and squeezes his hand back in reply.
Whatever comes next, they knew they could deal with it together.