[video- action]

[raceme]

[The video starts on the medbay with Blurr half lying half sitting on a berth, looking fairly confused. When he speaks he still sounds tired but he tries to smile for a brief moment.]

Greetings, everyone.

I’m finally awake, sorry if I worried anyone. Could someone tell me what is going on?

[To explain Blurr’s confused face, there happens to be a group of small glowing bugs perched on the spike of his head, like birds lined up on a power line. Some bugs are also on the top of his pointy shoulders and a really small one is lazily sitting on his chest.

On the background, Blurr’s turbofox is chasing the glowing bugs around the medbay and making a mess of things.]

Comments

[raceme]

[That's true. However, it doesn't have to be like that here, not anymore.]

Sorry, you don't like that? [Blurr stops suddenly, looking up at Wheeljack and wondering if he was a bit way too eager.]

I won't do it anymore if you don't. I was just trying to figure out what you enjoyed.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Those wings twitch, as if still registering that they were touched.]

Ah...it's okay, Blurrk. It was...uh..

[What's the right word.]

Ticklish.

[raceme]

Ohhh...[Blurr chuckles.] Sorry then, I didn't mind to do this. [He doesn't look sorry at all, actually. And he's repeating the touch.] Are you ticklish anywhere else?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Oh you little asshole. He's NEVER trusting you with that information again.]

Like I'd really tell you.

[He can play this game too. Those fingers run along his waist and down his legs.]

[raceme]

[You should know better by now~]

Then I guess I will have to figure it out myse...eeh. [Epp, he barely has no armor from the waist down. He twitches slightly and tries to stop himself from smirking.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[For bluntly tipped fingers, Wheeljack's pretty deft with them. Must be all that working on ships. His fingertips trace along that waist playfully, pressing his chestplate to the Agent's.]

Uh huh.

[raceme]

[Wheeljack's used to work with bombs, after all. And he has the advantage that Blurr most likely won't explode.

Blurr makes a small sound, a bit like a mix of a mewl and a whimper. His hands move around the bigger's mech waist to his back, reaching and caressing the sensory panels.] Ishouldhavedonethissooner.

[Really, he should. Touching others like that and being touched feels really nice.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's wings shiver when Blurr touches his back panels, pressing his helm to the blue bot's.]

You should know this is a bad idea.

[Wheeljack will forever think you're too good for him, Blurr. That's just how it is. His own hands work their way under that chestplate, caressing it gently.]

[raceme]

[He pressed back, smiling. He can't stop himself from doing that every 3 seconds.]

Even if that were true...I think it is worth it, Wheeljack.

[Then he will spend all his life proving you wrong. He can do that, he's a patient mech.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You're a fraggin' idiot...

[He says that, but...there's something kind of endearing about it. His engine purrs louder, pressing him back onto the berth.]

[raceme]

[Blurr does not reply this time but it's easy to say that he understood, his engine purring back in response.

He starts pressing kisses along Wheeljack's jawline and down the cables of his collar.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Blurr's talented, he'll give the bot that. His neck arched accordingly, nuzzling his helm as those kisses are planted on his neck. Moans escape his throat as he presses further, massaging the areas under that armor.

He knew that area was more sensitive than other parts of his frame.]

[raceme]

[He always has been a fast learner and he knows that the neck is generally a very interesting part to touch.

In Blurr's case small touches are enough to make him shake with soft tremors. His lack of thicker armor in his frame is both a curse and a blessing .]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Feeling Blurr shake under him made him smile, nudging his head up and pressing his lips against the Agent's. To be honest, if Blurr wasn't in the medbay for fatigue, he'd be on him right now.

He'd regret it later, but...

He could keep this up. This was enough.]

[docbot]

[Well that's all nice and good what you're doing boys, except that a certain medic who is newly returned from the Badlands? He's taken to checking the medbay at odd hours of the night to make sure that no one is dead like his nightmares are telling him.

And he has a hose.]

Alright, that's enough of that. People are trying to rest in here, you know.

[Yeah, hope you enjoy being soaked, because that's... quite a high powered blast of oil he just caught you. (Water's a bit rare, as you can imagine.)]

1/idk

[raceme]

[SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIEK!!!


OH PRIMUS, WHAT THE FRAG...!!!!!!!]

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[raceme]

RATCHET WHAT THE HELL...!

3

[raceme]

CAN'T YOU TELL WE ARE BUSY!?

4

[raceme]

[WAIT]

5

[raceme]

[Oh...


OH

Fragfragfragfrag.]

6

[raceme]

[AHSGJAHSGJAHS!]

7/DONE

[raceme]

[Dying from embarrassment.

Also soaking wet, thanks you so much for that, Ratchet. He's going to try to hide behind Wheeljack now.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...



[Wheeljack's arms are out, looking at his hands as if some strange alien substance was just thrown on him. His eyes are rather distant, like he's in his own universe as all of this just sinks in.

His one moment he gave in to feeling...yeah, pretty much not his best idea. His wings twitch almost like an insects as he starts to register that he's covered in oil and not some alien garbage.

Still, he's speechless.]