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works/2392991.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Transformers_-_All_Media_Types, Transformers_Animated_(2007)
  Relationship:
      Bulkhead/Bumblebee
  Character:
      Bulkhead_(Transformers), Bumblebee_(Transformers)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Sexual_Experimentation, Oral_Sex, Porn_Magazines, Military
      Training, Awkward_First_Times, Awkward_Sexual_Situations
  Series:
      Part 2 of Kinkmeme_fills
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-02 Words: 1785
****** Messing around ******
by Insecuriosity
Summary
     While on boot camp, Bumblebee stumbles upon some interesting
     literature in Sentinel Prime's locker. When Bulkhead wakes up when he
     tries to read, Bumblebee decides to share... and experiment.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
  This work was inspired by
      Heat_Woes by Quiet_Shadow
Bumblebee was awake.
Bulkhead reset his optics and carefully sat upright. Bumblebee was awake? Ever
since arriving on boot camp he'd been complaining about his lack of recharge,
and how they were being kicked from their berths as soon as the cycle
started...
“Lil' buddy-?” He whispered. The walls in between the recharge quarters were
thin, and Ironhide had been complaining about Bulkhead's shifting on the berth.
Bumblebee jolted on his berth and a datapad clattered to the ground.
“Uuh! Uh- ! Nothing! I was- I couldn't sleep, I decided to read a bit. It's
nothing!” Bulkhead cycled his optics. Reading? He hadn't even seen any datapads
around the base... Bumblebee was fumbling in the dark, having immediately
turned off his headlights at Bulkhead's interruption. “I'll just- go back to
bed now.”
“What were you reading?” Bulkhead asked. He was awake anyway, might as well
ask. Bumblebee shot him a quick look, and he shifted a little nervously.
“Uh... well....” Bumblebee looked around conspirational. “I'll... I'll show
you. IF.... you can keep it a secret.”
Bulkhead perked up. Secret? “Oh! Right- of course! I won't tell anybody! What
is it?” Any notion of going back to sleep was long abandoned, and he craned his
neck as Bumblebee grabbed the datapad off the floor and turned it so that
Bulkhead could see-
Bulkhead's engines revved before he could stop them, and his fans clicked on.
Bumblebee grinned.
“Nice huh?”
The datapad showed a clear and detailed image. A sleek femme model was draped
over an imposing mech in his vehicle mode. The slender hands of the femme were
rubbing sensual circles around the mech's grill, the cleanser dripping off
their frames as if they'd been bathing in it. The big imposing truck made the
femme look like an angel, and her green optics coyly looked up at them, her
glossa peeking out between curved lips.
Bulkhead managed a single stupid 'oh', and Bumblebee's fans were whirring.
“Found in Sentinel's locker- he had more but I only took this one... Look-” His
whisper was laced with static and he quickly switched to the next page.
Bulkhead was pretty sure there was a glitch in his systems as his intakes
stalled and his fans stuttered.
A flyer-model was arching up against a desk, office supplies tumbling off the
side, his legs spread wide to showcase his exposed equipment. He had a hand
running over his exposed wireports, and his sleek valve was gleaming with
welcoming lubricants. Bulkhead's fans were on their highest setting, and he
felt the tip of his spike bumping against its cover, trying to get out.
The flyer model's optics were dim and half shuttered, looking far off in the
distance as if already lost in the rising waves of pleasure as he self-
serviced.
Bulkhead couldn't tear his optics from the datapad and Bumblebee intakes were
shallow next to him. Bumblebee switched pictures again.
A grounder mech took up nearly the entire picture, facing the camera and
kneeling on the ground. His optics were clouded with challenge and lust, and
his glossa was curled around a rugged spike. Bulkhead's processor was already
imagining his own spike in that position, and he touched his own lips with a
free hand. His spike was pressing painfully against his panel, insisting that
it be freed. Bumblebee didn't seem to have that problem, but his free hand was
curled into a tight fist as he stared at the alluring display. “This one's my
favourite.” He whispered excitedly.
Bulkhead crossed his legs, and tried to press against his panel to stop it from
opening. Bumblebee looked at him. “Heh- you too?” He breathed. Bulkhead shifted
and tried to ignore the sensors in his seams tingling with pleasure. He smiled
hesitantly at his little buddy and hoped it didn't look too much like a grimace
“Yea- I.... I wonder what it's like-...” He cut himself off and tried to ignore
his warm interface array.
“Me too.” Bumblebee said. His optics flicked back to the datapad, and then
slowly trailed back to Bulkhead. “Do...” His vocaliser failed, and he reset it.
He put the datapad on his berth. “Do you... wanna try it out?” Bulkhead was at
a loss for a moment. What? Try out- His optics landed on the datapad, the
arousing picture only barely visible, and his sensornet flared up almost
painfully.
“Uh-...I....uh-” The picture was dancing before in his processor, but now it
was Bee who was kneeling, with his glossa curled around his own familiar green
spike, small hand rubbing against the base...- Bulkhead's vocaliser reste
itself with a burst of staic. “Uh, that-... y-you and- and me?” Bumblebee was
not as curved or shiny as the mech on the datapad, but he was real. Bulkhead
could feel the warmth coming from the yellow bot, and he thought his olfactory
sensors could pick up hints of lubricants and transfluid- though it could just
be his own.
“Yea- I mean... just experimenting, you know. If you want to?” Bumblebee's
voice was quiet and laced with static. He sounded excited and nervous.
Bulkhead nodded. “Y-yea. I want to.” He'd never had anyone touching his spike
before, and he had never touched anyone else's spike. His hands were shivering.
Bumblebee licked his lips. “I'll.... I'll go first.”
The yellow bot looked as if his motory controls were about to fail him, but he
crawled forward and leaned over Bulkhead's leg. Bulkhead tried to relax and
soak in Bumblebee's warm frame against him. He watched as Bumblebee hesitated,
met his gaze, and ran a clumsy hand over the panel in between Bulkhead's legs.
A bolt of electricity shot through his sensornet, and Bulkhead gasped.
Bumblebee's engine made a funny noise, and he touched a little harder. Bulkhead
groaned, and tried to swallow the sound. Bumblebee's engine blew hot air over
his panel, and Bulkhead heard his plating rattling in a shudder. Bumblebee
leant further forward, and opened his mouth. Bulkhead's cooling fans clicked
and roared as they tried to spin faster than they could.
“Uh-...it's...” Bumblebee started uneasily. He didn't finish his sentence, and
Bulkhead almost fried a circuit when Bumblebee's clumsy glossa pressed wet
against his spike cover. It clicked open immediately and Bulkhead suppressed a
moan when Bumblebee's glossa brushed against the head of his spike. Bumblebee
had pulled back immediately.
“Little buddy? Y-you okay?” Bulkhead hoped he was. He hoped he hadn't been
insulting when his panel had snapped open like that.
Bumblebee nodded unconvincingly. “I'm fine. Suprised 's all.” He leant forward
again, venting a hesitating breath over Bulkhead's straining spike, and then
pressed his glossa against the tip. Bulkhead was already halfway to an
overload- the picture from the datapad coming to life in Bumblebee's mouth on
his spike-
Bumblebee made a cautious lick, and Bulkhead's hips made an involuntary thrust,
his spike sliding against Bumblebee's cheek. “Uh! S-sorry-!” He choked out, and
tried to shift back
“No- uh, that's okay. First times- right?” Bumbeblee laughed nervously, and
then pressed his lips against Bulkhead's spike again in a chaste kiss. Bulkhead
grunted and rested a servo on Bumblebee's head as Bumblebee opened his mouth
and licked clumsily over Bulkhead's spike. The small bot looked up at him with
wide optics, and his breath came in little pants that made the wet spots on his
spike burn.
“T-that good?” He asked.
“Y-yea-” Bulkhead wanted to say more, but his processor was muddy with new
protocols and impending sensory overload. Bulkhead's engine was rumbling as if
he was about to partake in a race and he was pretty sure that everyone in the
recruit barracks could hear him. Bumblebee returned to his spike, and Bulkhead
stifled a moan when the small bot's glossa left another thick trail of wet
lubricant over his spike, ending in a sloppy kiss on the tip.
Bumblebee lapped more enthusiastically at his spike and Bulkhead flinched when
sharp denta came just a bit too close to his sensitive equipment. Bumblebee's
hand reached forward and curled around the base of Bulkhead's spike, grabbing
just a bit too tight and giving a small jerk-
Bulkhead groaned loudly in overload, and Bumblebee scrambled back to with a
splurt of transfluid dripping from his faceplate. Bulkhead let himself fall
back onto his berth with a loud crash. His vents were overly loud, his fans
were in overdrive, and his sensors crawled with an echo of touch. He could hear
Bumblebee grumbling and wiping at his face.
“Bumblebee-” He mumbled. His entire body felt warm and loved, tingling in his
lines and pooling between his legs. He retracted his spike and the cover
snapped shut, containing the afterglow within him. Bumblebee had crawled up
besides him, and Bulkhead felt something hard and small press into his side as
Bumblebee pushed their frames together.
“C'mon- Bulk, my turn- please-” Bumblebee stammered and trembled with arousal.
Bulkhead nodded. His processor was hazy from his overload and interrupted
recharge, but his fumbling hands quickly found Bumblebee's spike. The yellow
bot arched against him in their awkward positioning, and Bulkhead started
stroking as well as he could. Bumblebee thrusted back into his hand and then
there was a wet gush over Bulkhead's servos. Bumblebee was shaking against him,
muffling a moan with his hand and making short little thrusts into Bulkhead's
hand as he overloaded.
“Uh- uhh- hnn-!...ng... n...” Bumblebee went slack, and his spike slipped out
of Bulkhead's grasp. Bumblebee's optics were barely visible in the dark, and
they flickered softly. “Scrap... didn't even-...overloaded too quickly-” He
panted, and then sprawled back on Bulkhead's berth, optics going dark.
“Uh-” Bulkhead hesitated. “Little buddy-? You okay?” Bumblebee's optics
flickered online for a klik.
“Jus' five more breems- slagging' tired....” He slurred, and rolled over.
Bulkhead stammered a weak protest, but Bumblebee remained immobile on
Bulkhead's berth, oblivious in recharge. Bulkhead fidgeted. Wasp and Ironhide
were going to be teasing them for vorns if they ever found out about this.
“Uh, sorry little buddy-...I'll just-...” He shifted a servo underneath
Bumblebee, and carefully gathered the small bot in his arms. Bumblebee grunted
and squirmed, and Bulkhead almost dropped him helm-first on the ground before
he got him to his berth. Bumblebee murmured something, but his optics didn't
come online again.
Bulkhead yawned contently and settled on his own berth, allowing his hazy
processor to initiate recharge protocols. Maybe Bumblebee would want to do it
again. Maybe he would have to touch Bumblebee's spike with his glossa next
time. Bumblebee would want that. If Bumblebee did it for him, he'd do it for
Bumblebee. If you didn't think too much, life was really kind of simple.
Bulkhead dropped into recharge.
End Notes
     Inspired by the bonus chapter of "Heat woes", the idea of Bulkhead
     nad Bumblebee fooling around when on boot camp really got me fired
     up.
     I hope I did it justice.
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