“Mech/mech/human”, that is. Takes place in my Bruises and Backroads ‘verse except pretend that Hound and Astrid actually have time to themselves between plot points. So an AU of an AU. :y
No threesome goodness yet – but the setup is half the fun.
“Trailbreaker and Beachcomber are coming up in a few days,” the green mech announces from the main floor of the warehouse.
Astrid’s in the office, typing away at a report that no one at BREME will probably read, but has to be written anyways.
“And you want to know if they can stay with us,” she calls back, not taking her eyes off the computer screen. She can hear him get up from whatever he’s doing out there and stroll over to the bannister outside the hallway. The human takes that as her cue to get up and go see him.
“Of course,” he says with a smile as she rounds the corner and stands in the doorway.
She shrugs, giving her answer: “Sure.” But it’s not without it’s strings attached. “Just remember that I like to be in bed by eleven,” she warns. “So try not to get too rowdy, alright?”
He hooks a finger at her and she follows it over to the railing. Hands snake between the supports and grab her hips, bringing her right up against it – he’s at her chest-level up here, and Hound does like to have a little fun with it.
“I’ll let ‘em know,” he says, dipping his head to trail his lips along one of her hip bones..
But there’s something else on his mind, she can tell. C’mon, spit it out, big guy.
After a few moments, he does continue. “I’ve been thinking…” Called it, she silently gloats, grinning.
“About…?”
He’s still working her hip, moving so slightly to her soft belly..
“Sex stuff…”
“When aren’t you thinking about sex?” she chuckles into the side of his hulking green head. “Are you ever going to stop being as horny as a teenager?”
“I can make no promises,” he chuckles back, smiling against her skin.
“Well go on… I’m listening.”
Ever since diving headfirst into human sexuality, there’s been seemingly little that the Jeep hasn’t said he wanted to try. He described it as suddenly being allowed to peruse a buffet that he’d never even known existed before. Thank god it was more about slaking curiosity to him than living up to some fantasy orgasm; if it were the latter, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun as it’s proven to be so far.
“I was thinking… a couple threesomes.”
If Astrid had an engine instead of a heart and lungs, it would’ve choked. He withdraws his face from her tum and meets her gaze.
“Threesomes?” she repeats back to him, eyebrows raised. The mech has a look on his face that says he’s a little embarrassed and a little determined. Hers must say that she’s a lot surprised and a lot overwhelmed. “I… what? With who?”
Moreover… a couple of them?
Hound averts those blue apertures of his for a second before taking a few steps back from the railing. Instinctively, Astrid heads for the staircase and has soon joined him on the main floor.
“Well… with, uh… with one of the guys, probably.”
Astrid sizes him up. Puns aside, she doesn’t often do this that much anymore, now that she’s getting more and more used to him. Well, she does when they’re going at it – it adds to the eroticism for her, however fucked that means she is – but it’s been awhile since the distinct feeling of uneasiness at being so small and fragile has washed over her.
Fifteen feet and change in height, she remembers as she gazes up at that million-year-old puppy dog face of his. And he’s still adorable when he’s sheepish.
“I don’t know, Hound…” she screws up her mouth and glances over to his table. They’ve had a couple of good times on that thing, too, she notes. “I don’t know how I’d feel being between two big, metal bodies. One’s quite a bit for me to handle already, believe it or not.”
“…So the idea of bringing in a third doesn’t freak you out at least?”
It doesn’t, does it? Astrid thinks for a moment, remembering what it was like to be at AHQ with all those massive robot soldiers mulling about. Everyone was so nice to her. Very nice, actually. Courteous, personable, funny…
Still, big difference between a human third and another Autobot.
But she would be lying if she said that it hadn’t crossed her mind at least once. Hell, she’d be lying if the idea of being passed around a room of Hound’s closest friends like some prized, delicate novelty hadn’t crossed her mind at least once either.
“I guess not,” she relents. “But. Actually, let’s sit on your berth to talk about this.”
The mech nods, picking her up and heading to the lofty slab that he slept on and lowers her into his lap. She quickly snuggles up in the familiar spot between his thighs, lounging between them like the armrests of a sofa.
“You were thinking about asking either Beach or Teebs, weren’t you?” Astrid squints at him, arching an eyebrow.
The green mech above bends over a little so he can see her over the bulk of his chest, assembled, as it is, from pieces of grille and reformed bumper. “Well, I have been friends with them the longest out of anyone else here…”
“Would either of them even be interested?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I wanted to ask you first.”
A true gentleman. She bites back a smile. “And if they say no?”
“Then that’s that, I suppose.”
“And if one of them says yes.”
“I’d give him a little crash course on human anatomy first,” he chuckles. She rolls her eyes at him and he backtracks. “But really, I’d sit him down and we’d talk about it. Would you… would you want to be part of that conversation?”
“You know, I’m not sure. Part of me… would want it to be a surprise, honestly.”
“My little thrill-seeker,” he half-rumbles, half-croons, letting his hand find its way to her thigh. Astrid puts her own on top of the massive digits. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Though it’s more just a nagging in the back of her mind than a real concern, she has to ask anyways: “You sure this is going to be safe for me?”
He scoops her up, then, maneuvering her upright in front of him, pressed up against that hard grille and bumper. Once again, they’re eye level. “If I thought it would be dangerous, I would never have asked.” It’s not quite his cabin-voice, but it’s almost just as warm and all-encompassing when he holds her like this.
“We should probably talk about limits and stuff…”
But his hand is already in her hair, crushing her lips against his as she struggles for purchase against the densely-folded angles of his bulk. After a few moments, he releases her and lowers himself down onto the berth, making sure she’s wound up seated on his chest.
“After this,” he says with a boyish grin and a wink in his voice, revealing a bottle of lube that he’s taken out of subspace and is dangling between his thick fingers. “I want you naked from the waist down, sweetheart, and on the double.”
“But what about my report?” she teases, arching her back and pressing her heat into him even more.
But he’s already flipped up the top of the bottle and is squirting a small amount onto his tongue. “I think it can wait.”
Never in a million years would Astrid have thought the sight of an Autobot applying KY jelly to his own mouth would get her going, but she knows what mind-blowing sensations are soon to follow. He doesn’t have to tell her twice.
In record time she’s tossed aside her pants and underwear, and with deft hands he’s got her perched on his mouth, nose pressed into her pubic bone, and is working a miracle so profound with that slicked-up tongue of his that the Jeep ought to be canonized on the spot.
He quickly has her panting and moaning above him, and he’s got to all but hold her down with those massive fingers of his as he thrusts up into her with his pointed glossa. Its firm, girthy strokes are formidable enough on their own, but as he curls it toward her g-spot with every withdrawal? Astrid’s going to lose her mind.
It takes less than five minutes to get her off this way, and soon she’s shuddering and mewling as she straddles his face. Instinctively, her body tries to move away from the source of the sensation, but he holds her down, milking every last drop from her.
“F-fuck,” she whines, when he finally lets her go.
He licks his lips and cradles her as she waits out the remaining little tremors, the rakish smile on his face and deep-hued optics telling her that it’s definitely his turn, now.”You’ve never tasted better, Boots.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever done better,” she breathes, chest still heaving. “Alright now, just… just give me one more minute.” She laughs, collapsing against him. Out of the corner of her eye she can see the gunmetal tower of his eager prick rising up past the expanse of his belly. It twitches in anticipation. “One more minute.”
“You got it.” He maneuvers her so that she’s at least facing him again, and he plants a kiss on her crown as one of his hands reaches past her to do a few strokes of its own while he waits for his little human to catch her breath.