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As a miner, they really didn’t get to enjoy engex. Orion had a solidified cube of it once, so the liquid version being handed out at the small party he was at was a change. Liquid energon was a difference he was still getting used to. Optimus was glad he wasn’t the only one not used to it. They were all working through actually drinking energon instead of just chomping on a cube, at least some were getting used to it faster.
Optimus leaned back as he nursed the long fluted cup of engex Jazz had passed him earlier. The smaller mech had disappeared into the crowd shortly after, no doubt chatting up the other monochrome doorwinged mech that he had spotted Jazz with the other day. His optics shifted over to the mech beside him. Bee was sitting and humming to himself. There was a slight flush to the yellow bot’s cheeks. No doubt from the two, going on three, drinks that Bee had.
Optimus couldn’t tear his optics away as Bee took another drink, his throat tubing flexing as the fluid was swallowed down. A small droplet of engex had stayed on his lips, swiped up by his glossa. Optimus turned his optics away, taking a drink out of his own cup as a flash of heat rushed through his frame. It was a familiar heat, one that as Orion, he had dealt with quickly in empty wash racks to the thought of D-16. Optimus hadn’t felt the heat in is circuits since he became Optimus, he was almost sure the urges would have disappeared after his death and resurrection.
That evidently wasn’t the case.
Optimus didn’t expect his attentions to shift. He looked back at Bee, biting his lip before shifting to face the smaller mech.
“Hey, Bee. Can I do something?”
Bee looked up, blinking at Optimus. He smiled, “Sure! Whatcha going to do?”
So upbeat, Optimus chuckled as he leaned forward, “This,” he pressed his lips to Bee’s. He kept it soft and light, leaving the connection for only a few kliks before pulling away. “Sorry if that was too much.”
He went to lean away but was stopped by a hand hooking into his armor and pulling him back. Bee’s lips pressed back to his, the pressure harder than what Optimus had done. Optimus sighed, tilting his head slightly to slot their lips better as both sets parted. A soft noise left Bee’s lips, the vent of air brushing over Optimus’ lips. Kissing was good. Optimus liked kissing, he would fully admit that he was a big fan of it. The other miners could attest to it as many of them had the joy of sharing kisses with him. The new Prime would find it more difficult to admit that he enjoyed kissing certain mechs more than others.
Hopefully, he could continue sharing kisses with his fellow now ex-miners.
Optimus hummed into the kiss, a soft moan leaving his vocalizer as Bee’s fingers touched one of his antenna and started rubbing it. His hand went to Bee’s side, thumb rubbing against the warm plating. He had the fleeting thought of where their glasses had gone, but was distracted from it as Bee’s glossa swiped at his lips.
A cough.
Bee jolted, Optimus’ other hand going to his helm to keep him from pulling away too quickly. He softened their kiss before finally pulling away to see who was interrupting them.
Oh, that’s where their glasses went.
Jazz stood there with a wide grin on his face, both their glasses held in his hands as he stared at them. Next to him was Prowl, the normally reserved, almost shy mech was the one to cough. A flush was high on his cheeks, optics flicking back and forth between them and the wall.
“Jazz, Prowl, what can I do for you?” Optimus smiled at the two, uncaring as he continued to rub his thumb on Bee’s plating.
Prowl’s doorwings flicked up before settling back down, “If you two are going to go any further, there are rooms available. Please do not start interfacing in view of everyone.”
Jazz snickered, “We don’t need bets starting already Optimus, and honestly,” his visor flickered as he glanced between the two, “I wouldn’t mind watching if you were up for it. Or joining if Prowl was okay with it.”
Prowl shot a look at Jazz for that, “I’ll pass. And that is something we need to have a very long discussion about.”
That froze Jazz, his grin slipping to a shocked expression as he turned to look at Prowl. The visored mech may have been frozen, but his doorwings sure weren’t. Optimus smiled in amusement as they fluttered in a rapid beat.
“Holy slag. Yes, oh Primus, yes. We should do that.”
Prowl’s optics rolled up, “Tomorrow we’ll talk when neither of us are intoxicated in any way.”
Jazz nodded so fast that one of the glasses lost some engex as it sloshed over the rim. Hopefully that was easy to clean up.
Shooting them one last look, Prowl took the glasses from Jazz’s hands to set them on the table in front of Optimus and Bee before dragging Jazz off. Optimus wished them luck. Jazz was so smitten with Prowl, everyone noticed it. Optimus would neither admit nor deny the bet that was going around about how long it would take for those two to become official.
“Orion?”
“Yeah Bee?” Optimus turned his attention back to Bee, noticing how the flush on his cheeks wasn’t from just the engex. He waited patiently for Bee to continue.
Bee nibbled on his lip, for such a talkative mech, it was endearing when Bee had to think and work out how to say something. “Could we, y’know, go further than kissing?”
A flush came to Optimus’ cheeks. That wasn’t something Optimus thought would be asked, he was expecting more kissing, honestly. But, he was interested in taking care of the charge that had been slowly building in his frame.
“If you’d like to, I’d enjoy doing it with you.”
“Really? I’d love to go farther with one of my favorite friends.” The smile Bee gave was almost blinding in the shyness he was suddenly showing. It was tempting enough that Optimus dipped his head to press another kiss to Bee’s lips.
“Shall we go find one of those rooms Prowl mentioned?”
A rapid nod, Bee almost shooting up from his seat and tugging Optimus up and toward the door.
It didn’t take them long to find one of the many rooms, Optimus taking the lead and pulling Bee in when he hesitated at the threshold. Optimus could tell Bee was nervous, he was too. But he was also excited. Making sure to hit the button to not only close, but lock the door behind them, Optimus pulled Bee toward the berth. He slid onto it first, pulling Bee down on top of him with a laugh at the yellow bot’s expression.
“So, uh, how do we do this?” Bee asked, pushing himself up to look down at Optimus.
“Honestly? I have no idea. Why don’t we go back to kissing? We’ll figure it out as we go.”
“Yeah, okay. We can do that.” Bee dragged himself up a little further so he could slot his mouth back onto Optimus.
Optimus moaned into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup Bee’s cheek while his other dragged down the smaller bot’s back to cup his aft, he laughed into the kiss as Bee jolted at the touch. With his hand still on Bee’s aft, he pushed Bee’s hips down as he ground up, a long, drawn out moan leaving him as his hips stuttered forward.
“Oh, oh, Optimus.” Bee whined into the kiss, his hips starting to grind down into Optimus’ without any assistance from Optimus. Bee pulled out of the kiss, a string of oral fluid pulling between them before breaking. Bee’s face was extremely flushed. It was cute. The small bot ducked his head, burying into Optimus’ neck and lightly biting down on his neck.
Optimus huffed a breath, rolling his hips up. The sound of dual transformation had them Bee sitting up to look down. If at all possible, his face flushed blue even more. Optimus looked down, a flush coming to his own faceplates as he saw exactly what had transformed away.
Thank Primus, one of the medics had decided to hold a very large lecture to all the miners about what exactly they should expect to have now that they had cogs. Accessible codpieces were one of them. And right now, they were both staring at their opened panels. Having not bothered to touch his array after getting his cog, Optimus stared at his spike for a few long kliks. He didn’t expect to have such a long and thick spike. It was almost embarrassing how it was primarily blue with alternating lines of red and white.
He moved his optics to Bee’s array to stare at his spike. It was smaller than his, primarily yellow with black lines. It also looked like it had some ridges. Optimus twitched as the thought of feeling those ridges had his valve rippling against nothing, sending a shiver through his frame. Maybe Bee would let him get his mouth on his spike later.
“You okay Bee?”
Bee jolted, optics shuttering as he shifted his gaze away from their arrays to Optimus’ face. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Your array is pretty.” Bee’s face flushed even deeper as he blurted those out.
Optimus covered his optics with a laugh, “Haha, thanks Bee. I can only see your spike, but it's pretty, too.”
A strangled noise left Bee as he dropped forward, head smacking against Optimus’ chest with a light thunk. Optimus patted Bee’s head. “You still okay to continue? Or should we stop?”
“I think I’m good.” Bee pushed himself up, sitting back to stare at Optimus’ array again. He bit his lip, optics flicking up to the larger bot.
Optimus smiled, “Well?”
That got a pout. Bee shuffled forward, unsure of what he was doing. Optimus braced his peds flat onto the berth, tilting his hips up as Bee shuffled forward until his knees were underneath Optimus’ aft. He relaxed his legs as he lowered his hips, the action getting a gasp from both of them as their spikes brushed together.
“Oh, oh frag.” Bee panted, hips shifting forward to get that feeling again.
Rolling his hips into the next vague thrust, Optimus moaned. Yeah, that felt good. He bet that Bee’s spike would feel great in his valve, but they could always do that another time. When they weren’t a combined mess. Optimus reached down, wrapping his hand around both their spikes and squeezing. Bee jolted, almost dropping forward as a gasping moan vibrated out of his vocalizer.
“Optimus,” he whined, hips rocking forward in Optimus’ grip.
“Go on, keep going.” He squeezed his hand again, a high whine leaving the smaller bot as he picked up the pace. Optimus laid back, optics locked on Bee’s face as he occassionally tighted his grip around their spikes.
It definitely felt good. And with Bee rocking his hips, it felt even better. Looking down, Optimus rubbed his thumb over the tip of Bee’s spike as it was pushed forward, collecting the fluid leaking from the tip. Another noise left Bee at that, causing Optimus to chuckle. He wasn’t fairing much better, honestly. His fans were running on high as he expelled heat through his vents in an attempt to cool down his frame.
Shifting his grip again to smear his hand with both their combined fluids, he wrapped his hand around their spikes again, grip tightening until another wheezing whine left Bee as his hips started to stutter forward. Optimus didn’t sit still this time, rolling his hips into his own grip as he started to move his hand up and down while randomly tightening his grip.
Bee hunched over, digits digging into Optimus plating as his hips started to speed up. Wow, the combined fluids made it feel even better than before.
Fire raced through Optimus’ circuits. He bit his lip as what he could only think was an overload coming to a crest. He braced himself on his free arm, pushing himself up to nudge Bee’s head up. Bee panted, optics hazy as he stared at Optimus. Oh, Bee was drooling a little.
That didn’t deter Optimus from leaning forward and slotting their mouths together into a kiss. Bee moaning into as he pressed forward, helping to deepen it. Optimus slid his glossa out, slipping it into Bee’s open mouth and brushing the inside of Bee’s mouth.
Whatever noise Bee was starting to make quickly changed into a high-pitched whine as his hips stuttered in jerky movements. Optimus moaned lowly into Bee’s mouth at the feeling of transfluid covering his hand and abdomen. A few quick pulls had him coming shortly, staining his own plating even more. He softened the kiss, until finally pulling away.
Bee blinked at him, a smile coming to his face before he dropped forward and stayed there.
“Bee?!” Optimus moved his clean hand to shake the yellow bot, getting a grumble and muffled words against his plating as Bee rubbed his face into his plating before settling.
Optimus heaved a relieved sigh, okay, he could work with Bee just passing out on him. Looking over to the side table, he reached over for the bottle of cleanser and cloth to wipe his hand clean. They’ll have to deal with the rest of the mess when they wake from recharge.
Throwing the cloth onto the floor to be dealt with later, Optimus settled back with a hand resting on Bee’s upper back to power down into recharge.
That was definitely fun.