Four Guys

Four Guys
by
Springer




"Good evening, sir," greeted Silverbolt, snapping a salute as he paused in the corridor.

"Good evening, Silverbolt," replied Optimus. He returned Silverbolt's salute and continued on his way, glancing down at his data pad as he walked down the hallway of the living quarters. Indecision still gnawed at him even as he approached his destination. 'This is hardly important enough to wake him,' Optimus thought. 'After all he's been through lately, he needs all the rest he can get.' Prime stopped, just short of Ultra Magnus' quarters. He fidgeted with the data pad, his optics flickering with conflict.

'It's not like it can't wait. He goes back on duty tomorrow, I can just ask him then...' Prime turned and took a few steps away, then stopped again. He looked back at the closed doors, still fighting with himself. He looked down at the data pad, catching a few of the details displayed. It was a review of internal security measures, outlining specific changes to the system after what happened with Optima. Kup had already approved of the changes, all he needed was Magnus' approval to begin the overhaul. It really could wait... but on the other hand, it couldn't.

Prime swore softly and marched back up to the city commander's quarters and chimed the door. He hated himself for bothering Magnus, and as he stood waiting he thought of ways he could apologize and make it up to Magnus. After a few minutes of re-arranging the entire command's schedules he noticed that there had been no answer to his chime. He rang again.... still no answer. Prime's brow furrowed slightly; Magnus was usually a very light sleeper. Normally he answered after the second chime, though irritated at being woken up. He checked his internal chronometer - it was just past 1900. Magnus was normally recharging by now. Concerned, he chimed a third time. Still no answer. He activated the intercom above the door chime.

"Magnus? It's Optimus. Are you there?" No answer. His concern growing, he addressed Metroplex by tilting his head up toward the ceiling. "Metroplex, can you locate Ultra Magnus?"

"Affirmative. Ultra Magnus is on level 4, section 56, room 39."

'Springer's quarters?' he thought, surprised. 'Why would he...?' Realization struck and he shook his head at his own foolishness. 'Oh. I guess Magnus is trying to console him. I should just wait until tomorrow.' He started towards his office but at the last minute turned and headed towards Springer's quarters. 'I'm just going to let him know I need to see him in the morning,' he told himself. 'It'll only take a minute.' Curiousity has nothing to do with it, he added silently. Yeah, right, mocked a voice, and Megatron wears a skirt.

He arrived in front of the triple changer's quarters and pressed the door chime, feeling as if he were intruding. His last conversation with Springer had been awkward and tense, silence marking most of the conversation. He simply didn't know what to say to him. What could you say to someone who's lost yet another child? Especially if you had none yourself. And now he was butting in on his private time, just to tell Magnus about some trivial upgrades? Prime pressed the door chime again, his courage faltering rapidly. He keyed the intercom. "Hello," he said softly. "Springer? Magnus?"

Nothing. Now he was worried. He looked up and said, "Metroplex, are you sure Magnus is here?"

"Affirmative. Ultra Magnus is present," came the booming reply. "Is Springer inside as well?" Prime asked.

"Affirmative."

Concern outweighing his discomfort, he pulled his rifle from subspace and overrode the privacy lock. When the doors opened he dashed in, hugging the wall with the business end of his weapon pointing straight ahead. From his vantage point he could only see the massive couch in the center of the room. He scanned the area with his optics and strained to hear the slightest sound with his audials. He didn't detect anything amiss, except for....

Chills ran down his chassis. He saw the top of Springer's head peeking above the sofa, the fin on top of his helmet at an odd angle. He saw the triple changer's hand laying limply off the side of the armrest. He also saw a pair of feet sticking out from the floor - gray feet.

"Prime to First Aid, medical emergency in Springer's quarters!" Without waiting for the Protectobot's reply, he ran toward the couch to check on his friends, icy fingers wrapping around his holding tanks. He got to the sofa, preparing himself for the sight of his friend's dead bodies, stepped around the couch and saw.... and saw...

Springer. Magnus. And Rodimus Prime. Asleep.

Naked.

"Oh my God...."

* * * *


"Mmm... yeah, baby, like that... ooh..."

Magnus arched his body and tightened his grip on Phoenix's waist, guiding her as she slid along his pole. Her hands were planted on his chest, her wings half spread as she spread her legs wider, allowing him to plunge even deeper into her core. His rhythm faltered as she starting panting uncontrollably; her inner walls started twitching around his stiff pole. She was close, and so was he... "I'm coming, baby... oh yeah... faster..."

He reached up and grabbed her arms and pulled her body so that she was lying on top of him, her legs still straddled around his waist. The added stimulation drove her wild and her wings began twitching in sych with her core, orgasm a pump's beat away. He stroked faster, whispering soft words to her. He planted his feet and lifted his lower body in the air, using gravity and their combined weight to bury himself to the hilt, until her body started thrashing and her tight hole clamped rhythmically around him, her husky voice screaming, "Oh my God..."


* * * *

Magnus awoke with a start, his pump hammering in his chest as those words echoed in his mind. His member was standing at attention, quivering from the intensity of that dream. It felt so REAL. He could've sworn he heard Phoenix say "Oh my God". 'Wait a minute,' he suddenly thought, 'I DID hear that! And it was too deep for it to have been Nix, besides, she's in the city....' He shot up, optics wide with horror. He recognized that voice! It had come from over his left side...

Slowly, Ultra Magnus turned towards the source of that voice. Dread filled every fiber of his being, killing his erection so quickly it could've made the record books. As soon as he spotted the distinctive red and blue coloring, he jumped out of the sofa and dove for his coverings, swearing every curse he had ever heard in his long life. In his frantic grab for his armor he tripped over Rodi's arm and nearly landed on his face, only to recover and trip over Springer's codpiece. His swearing increased ten fold, waking both Rodimus AND Springer.

"Wha-?" Rodimus sharply sat up, disoriented, only to find himself face to crotch with the elder Prime. He yelped, scooted backwards and rammed into Magnus' legs, knocking several tons of mortified city commander onto the sticky floor. Springer shot up from the couch, saw his leader gawking helplessly at all the naked metal on display, and had time to wonder whether this was one of those weird dreams he sometimes had. Then his processor kicked in and he calmly took control of the situation, as befitting a high ranking officer in his situation.

"SHIT!" Alien feelings of modesty gripped him. With one hand he snapped a stiff salute while the other clapped down over his exposed interface. His hand hit home a bit too harshly and he grimaced, his raised arm wavering. Rodimus stood up and, not knowing what else to do, grinned sheepishly and waved. Magnus had simply hidden himself behind the couch, although the furniture did little in actually hiding him.

During all the commotion, Optimus hadn't moved. His optics were huge blue orbs, and although the bottom half of his face was covered, the other three could tell his mouth was as wide as his eyes. Optimus' rifle and data pad slipped out of his numb fingers and fell to the floor, the rifle landing with a clang that reverberated around the room. The naked trio winced. Awkward silence engulfed the room. None dared to be the first to speak. So naturally, it was Rodi who spoke first.

"Uh, Op, could you call off the med team? We're not really, um, PROPERLY ATTIRED, to welcome any more guests."

Optimus blinked in response.

"Hellooo? Optimus?" Rodi waved a hand in front of Prime's optics. Despite the situation, Springer smirked, dropping his salute yet keeping a hand over his goods. "Med Bay, cancel that order. Everything's fine down here. Metroplex, lock that damn door and don't open it, not even for Primus himself!" They all heard the *click!* as the privacy lock engaged, and that seemed to snap Optimus back to reality. He jerked away from the trio, his head shaking from side to side as if he were denying the sight before him. Rodi took a step forward, his hand out to Optimus. "Op, are you ok?"

"YOU'RE ALL NAKED!!!!" The three mechs winced, their audials ringing. Springer also took a step forward. "Optimus," he said softly, "I know what this looks like, but it's not what you think." Rodimus snorted. "Yes it is," he whispered, only Springer waved him quiet. Optimus looked at one, then the other, then noticed for the first time the vidcom. Springer swore to himself as Optimus saw two femmes together, one of them using a strap-on to plunge into the other's dripping interface. He looked at them again, incredulous. "The three of you are naked, there's porn playing in the background and there's.... there's.... STUFF all over the floor! What the blazes am I SUPPOSED to think?!" Magnus moaned painfully from the other side of the couch.

Springer sighed. "Ok, so it is what it looks like. But really, Op, is it all that bad? It's not as if this kind of thing hasn't happened before."

"Speak for yourself," Magnus grumbled. Rolling his optics skyward, Springer walked around the couch to Magnus' position and, with a commanding air he barked out, "Show some dignity!" and promptly kicked him in the ass. Magnus scrambled to his feet and glared furiously at him. The city commander raised his arm as if to hit the triple changer, then remembered that he was in his birthday suit in front of an audience. He quickly moved behind a potted fern and arranged the leaves to cover himself, snorting in disgust when it did a poor job. Rodi laughed at him. Springer raised both hands in the air, innocence written all over his face. "Hey, Magnus, I'm sorry, really. You want me to help you take that stick out of your rear? It's no trouble, really! It looks uncomfortable." Magnus sneered at him. "Yeah, I know just where to stick it." Springer feigned a shot to his chest, "OOH! The stinging wit of Ultra Magnus! I'm doomed! Light... fading... so dark..."

Rodi doubled over laughing, his knees pressed together and his hands clutching his stomach. Optimus observed the exchange with shock. A tiny sound escaped his vocalizer, something between a moan and a squeak. Magnus' head snapped in Optimus' direction, as if he'd completely forgotten Prime was there. He fired another smoldering gaze in Springer's direction before grabbing a stray leaf and covering his face.

Rodimus straightened up and struggled to compose himself. He looked toward Optimus and he immediately sobered. The elder Prime hadn't moved since his outburst and Rodimus' concern was growing. The other two had also noticed and had lapsed into worried silence. Magnus had even forgotten about his modesty and stepped away from his grossly inadequate cover to stand beside Rodimus. "Do you think he's ok?" Magnus whispered. Rodimus shrugged and put a hand on Optimus' shoulder. "Prime, are you ok?" He shook him gently. "Optimus?"

"I need a drink," Springer mumbled and hurried off to the dispensor. Indignant, Magnus followed him, shouting, "How can you drink at a time like this?! Optimus could have had a breakdown and you're calmly heading over there to get tanked up!" Springer downed a glass of potent-looking energon in one shot and idly glanced at the tall Autobot over his shoulder. "You want one?"

"Yes," Magnus gratefully replied. Springer ordered another two glasses and handed one to Magnus, who joined him in chugging it down.

Rodimus carefully guided Optimus to sit on the couch, taking the seat next to him as Springer and Magnus walked up to them. Springer leaned on the back of the furniture and peered at Optimus over Rodi's shoulder. "You think he fried a few circuits?" he asked. Rodimus shook his head. "I don't think so. As bad as walking in on something like-" Rodi glanced back at his two friends, still nude, shook his head, and turned his attention back to Optimus. "Well, THIS, after everything else he's been through, I seriously doubt that this would push him over the edge." He frowned at the elder Prime, who was still sitting very still and quiet. "Maybe that med tech isn't such a bad idea..." Rodi murmured.

Magnus choked and dribbled energon down his chin. "What?! How are we going to explain all this? If we call them back with this bit of news, we'll have the whole base traipsing around here! There's no way we could clean this up AND get ourselves together before they get here. It'd be a catastrophe!" Rodimus glared at him while Springer poked him in the arm. "Afraid to soil your image?" Springer teased.

"No," he shot back, "being around you did that already."

"Would you two shut up!" Rodi hissed. "This is serious!"

The triple changer snorted. "That would sound more intimidating if your unit was swaying in the breeze." Rodimus ignored him and kept gently shaking Prime's shoulder. Optimus' gaze was fixed flatly on the vid monitor where there were three femmes wriggling in a slick-looking substance, all nude and being ridden mercilessly by femmes with strap-ons and dildos. Rodi noticed the vid and gasped. "Springer, shut that off! It's making it worse!"

Springer felt around the cushions frantically while Magnus rushed toward the vid. Springer cursed and scrambled to the floor. "I can't find the damn remote!" came a muffled shout while Magnus searched along the paneling on the vid monitor for the manual controls. "Where the hell are the buttons?!"

"It doesn't have any! We upgraded when the last one burnt out on us."

"That's nonsense! Why would they make vids without manual overrides in cases of emergencies! Stupid, illogical -"

"Would you guys hurry up!" hissed Rodimus. Magnus turned on him with a scowl, "Hey, I don't see YOU tearing up the place!"

"Yeah," Springer grumped, "why don't you quit lording over us and help search?"

"I'm not 'lording'! Hurry up and shut this crap off!"

Springer stood with his hands on his hips yelling, "You want it off so damn bad, get off your chassis and turn it off yourself! Just 'cause some glowing disco ball chose you for the ultimate promotion doesn't give you the right to throw your weight around whenever the chance presents itself! And it ain't much, junior!"

Rodi frowned, "What's THAT supposed to mean?" just as Magnus sputtered "Junior?!" Realization dawned on Rodi and he asked, "Are you drunk?"

Chaos descended at that point. They all began a shouting match that got louder and louder until they were scant inches from each other, fingers in faces and each screaming things about the others that would've made Unicron blanche. Then came pushing, then shoving, and when Magnus roared and raised his fist to start wailing on Springer, Rodimus heard something and raised his hand to silence the other two. Ignoring their curses, he walked the few steps over to Optimus and kneeled so that they were both at optic level. "Did you say something, Optimus?"

Optimus lowered his head and muttered something, too soft for the other two to hear.

"Say that again?" Magnus urged.

There was a long pause. "Don't turn it off," Prime murmured. "I like it."

The three of them gaped at him in shock. Then they gaped at each other. Rodi broke into a huge grin.

Then Springer whooped. "I knew it!" he cried in triumph. "I just knew it!" Laughing heartily, he clapped Optimus on the back and shook him by the shoulders. "One cylinder engine my ass!" Optimus looked confused for a moment, then realization dawned on him and he shook his head sadly. Rodimus stomped on Springer's foot, glaring at him when Springer looked his way. Rodimus put a hand on Optimus' shoulder and said softly, "Sorry about that. It's just something the other Autobots kick around in private, don't pay attention to it." He shot Springer another glare, who shrugged in response. Optimus slid to the edge of the couch and chuckled, his arms resting comfortably on his knees. "No need for apologies, Rodimus. I've heard it whispered around a few times, when no one thought I could hear. I can't blame them for talking. I remember doing it myself, before I was in command."

Rodimus walked around and sat beside Optimus, his hand back on his shoulder. "That doesn't make it right," he said softly. A slight shudder went through Optimus and he laughed nervously. "I know, but I still don't blame them." He was uncomfortably aware of the young Prime's presense now, every breath echoing harshly in Optimus' ears. He tensed when Rodi's arm went from his shoulder to his leg, meaning to comfort him but instead it had the opposite effect. He jumped a little when Springer leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Hey, why don't you stay and watch? It gets even better at the end!"

"You've got to be kidding!" Magnus cried. "What makes you think Optimus is even remotely interested in that kind of thing!"

"Because he just said so?" Springer said, the tone of his voice the same one would use on a very slow maintenance bot. Magnus glowered. "That's not what I meant," a hint of warning in his voice.

Springer laughed. "Oh Magnus, such dirty thoughts!"

Optimus cleared his throat. "I'll stay," he declared, his optics locked on Rodimus as he said so. Magnus stared at him in disbelief, then he shot the triple changer a nasty glare when he broke into a huge grin and laughed. "Great!" he said, clearly excited. "I'll get you a drink." Magnus sighed and threw his hands up in resignation. "I give up," he groused. He trundled over to the couch but, instead of sitting beside either of the Primes, he grabbed a chair and placed it alongside the couch, sitting with a heavy thud and crossing his arms petulantly. Springer came back with four glasses of glowing red liquid in both arms and a square piece of black plastic in his mouth. He handed each of them a glass, then nudged Rodimus to slide closer to Optimus and took the end spot for himself. He balanced his glass on his thigh and took the object out of his mouth and started pushing buttons. The image of the femmes was replaced by some kind of menu, and Magnus eyed him suspiciously. "I thought you couldn't find the remote," he accused.

"I couldn't earlier. I found it by the dispensor, behind a pile of data pads."

Optimus arched an eye ridge. "Those wouldn't happen to be your personnel reviews by any chance, would they? I was supposed to have gotten them yesterday."

"Yeah, well..." Springer shrugged, flipping through different menus. "I got distracted." He leered at Rodimus as he winked at Prime. Magnus snorted and rolled his optics. Optimus merely shook his head, smiling under his face plate. Rodimus tried to read some of the titles off the menu, but Springer was flipping through them too quickly for him to read through. "What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Just something special, to mark the occasion," Springer replied.

"Everything's an occasion for you, isn't it?" Optimus observed, bemused.

"We already had an 'occasion'," Magnus griped. Springer yelped and pressed 'play' before either mech could get a glimpse of what Springer had chosen. Rodimus arched an eye ridge. "What are you blessing us with?" he asked cautiously. "You'll see," was Springer's reply, and the other three groaned to themselves, then sat back when the picture came on. Optimus removed his face mask and sipped his drink, grimacing at the taste. "What on Cybertron IS this? It tastes awful!"

"It's something I found on Zanarkis VII. Careful, it has a slight kick." Rodi choked just then, fluid gathering around his optics. "SLIGHT kick?!"

Optimus shook his head and took another sip, hoping the flavor would improve the second time around. It didn't. He shuddered as he experienced a head rush, the potent mix of fluids blasting through his fuel lines. 'Wow,' he thought, 'this stuff is strong!' He took a longer sip, despite the awful taste, enjoying the pleasant tingles developing throughout his body. He giggled to himself. Rodimus looked at him and Optimus smiled, a different set of tingles taking hold of him this time. "It's good," he said, his words slightly slurred. Rodimus arched a ridge in concern, but turned back to the movie at a nudge from Springer. Optimus, his tension rapidly melting away, also turned his attention back to the movie.

Optimus had missed the first few minutes while enjoying the drink. A striking navy blue mech was on the receiving end of an intense blow job by a violet and pink femme. The mech's interface was above average size and width, yet she was able to take his entire girth into her mouth. Her head bobbed eagerly as he used his large hands to guide her speed, urging her faster one moment and then slower the next, his optics dark with arousal. Behind the blue mech was another femme, this one orange with white and yellow highlights, her fingers teasing the tiny port of his tailpipe. She had a bottle of lube in her other hand and was rubbing the tip of the bottle around the sensor nubs on his chest, her pouty lips suckling on his neck.

Magnus snorted. "Is that all?" He turned to Springer. "Is this the big orgy you were so eager to show us? I've seen this kind of set-up a million times. You must have a short in your circuits if you thought -"

"Magnus," Springer cut in, irritated. "It just started. The good stuff is coming, but if you don't shut the hell up and watch, YOU'RE going to be the one with a short circuit." The triple changer turned back to the show, ignoring Magnus' rude remark. He took a long swig from his drink and sank deeper into the cushions. He heard a cough from his left and he looked just in time to see Rodi spill most of his drink on his lap, red liquid dripping from his open mouth. Rodi looked up and flashed a weak grin. "Sorry," he croaked. "This stuff's STRONG!" Springer shook his head, smiling to himself. Rodi's voice was already slurred. He turned his attention back to the vid to see the blue mech climaxing while his violet partner swallowed every drop. The orange femme behind him was pressing herself against his back and rubbing her groin along his leg. The camera panned in as she squeezed lube onto her finger. Her hand disappeared, then the view went up to the mechs' face to catch his expression. His lips parted and let loose a deep groan.

Optimus' head was swimming, mostly from the drink than the action on the screen. He had already drained his glass and was now eyeing the remains of Rodi's neglected drink. The flame-patterned mech was busy wiping spilled drink off himself while sneaking glances at the vid. Optimus attention switched from the glass onto Rodimus. He drank in the sight of the younger mech wiping down his chest, delighting as his strong and slender fingers brushed across the contrasted metal. Time seemed to stretch as Rodi's fingers caught some of the liquid. Optimus' optics widened and his lips parted as he watched Rodi bring his fingers up to his mouth and slowly suck the liquid from his fingertips, tingles racing up and down his frame. Lust combined with the drink made the room tilt to the side. He giggled to himself when he realized it was because his head had drooped down to the couch. He still hadn't taken his optics off Rodi.

The young Prime looked up when he heard the noise from beside him. He locked optics with Optimus, who's head was lying back on the couch turned towards him. Optimus gave him a drunken smile, making no attempt to hide the lust on his face. Rodimus quickly took his fingers out of his mouth and returned Optimus' smile with an embarrassed grin. He shifted uncomfortably as Optimus kept staring at him. He turned his attention back to the porno, but couldn't get involved in it much... he could feel Optimus' optics boring holes into the side of his face. He turned back to face Prime, who was still grinning at him. Feeling the need to say something, he whispered softly, "Enjoying the show?"

"Yessh," Prime slurred a little too loudly, earning a sharp glare from Magnus and a firm poke from Springer. Rodimus ignored them both. "You sure?" he asked Prime. Optimus nodded, "Uh-huh. Pleash, don't shtop on my ack... ackow... behalf." He giggled again. Rodimus arched a brow at him. "Oookay.." Without taking an optic off Prime, Rodi leaned towards Springer and hissed, "He's pretty drunk, Spring. What the hell's in that stuff?"

Springer tore away from the porn long enough to glance at Prime, then turned back to the vid. "Don't know," he grunted. "I didn't pay the guy enough to get the ingredients. Just go with it, Rod - the guy deserves to get blitzed once in a while."

"Hey, preaching to the choir on that, but... he's HITTING on me!"

That got the triple changer's attention. "Really?" He looked at Optimus again, noticed the lusty gaze he was giving Rodimus, broke into a huge grin and slapped Rodi's arm. "Heeey, way to go!" Magnus' head snapped in their direction, irritation twisting his features into a moderate scowl. "I thought we were watching this... program," he growled.

"Please," Springer scoffed, "don't act as if you weren't enjoying yourself." Magnus merely grunted something in response and turned back to the video. Springer turned his attention back to Rodimus, who was squirming slightly as Optimus teased the side of his face with his finger. Rodi shot Optimus a tight grin before whipping around to Springer. "Help me!" he hissed through gritted teeth. Springer's grin struggled to break around his whole face, but the triple changer fought the urge and leaned slightly over Rodimus to address Optimus. "Hey, Op!"

Optimus' head swayed, his brow furrowed with confusion as he tried to identify the voice who called out his name. "Wha?"

Springer waved his hand in the air, just above Rodi's head. "Over here. That's it. Say Op, you look pretty wasted. Why don't you go lay down on my bed for a while? Get some of that junk out of your system."

Optimus pouted slightly. "I wan' watch the show! I like thish junk!" He sloshed his drink over himself as he pulled the glass to his chest protectively. Springer's mouth wavered, fighting even harder to keep from laughing out loud. "Yeah, I know, but you really should lie down. I can pause this program and wait 'til you're feeling better. We'll wait for you, big guy! Won't we?" He directed his gaze to Magnus, who had sputtered when Springer had mentioned 'pause'. Springer nodded in Prime's direction, indicating with his hand for Magnus to say something. "Uh, sure," was his blurted response. "We'll wait for you. This part's kinda boring, actually."

"See?" Rodi cut in. "You won't miss a thing. Let's just get you to your feet... ugh... that's it..." Rodi pulled on Prime's arm, tugging fiercly to get Optimus sitting up. The red mech hesitated, but moved at Rodi's further urging. He slid off the cushion and started to rise, got halfway to his feet, wobbled, and ended up back on the sofa, accidentally sitting on Rodi's leg. Rodimus yelped, spilling the rest of his drink on the floor and sending the empty glass crashing down with it. Optimus laughed, his own drink precarious in his drunken grasp. "Sorry," he slurred, giving Rodimus a cheeky grin. "I losht my balance."

"No problem," Rodi grinned, a pained expression on his face. Springer noticed how Rodi's bare unit had gotten a tiny scrape from Prime's hip and he fought down his laughter by taking Magnus' drink and gulping it down in one shot. Optimus hauled himself to his feet once again, using Rodi's leg as leverage and nearly crushing his interface when his hand slipped off his thigh. Rodi gasped and quickly grabbed him by the wrist, supporting his weight as Optimus wobbled on rubbery legs, losing the rest of his drink on the already soiled floor in the process. Optimus gave Rodimus another sloppy grin. "Shoo clumshy," he remarked, giggling as Rodi rose to his feet, still holding his arm for support.

"Here, let me help you over there." Rodimus slung Prime's arm over his shoulders to help steady him and they both slowly made their way toward the bedroom. He risked glancing over Prime's arm to the couch, and immediately regretted it. Springer had positioned himself so that he was facing them, wiggling two fingers at them while blowing a kiss in their direction. Even Magnus had joined in, giving him a two-finger salute. Rodi turned away, extending his middle finger at them from around Prime's shoulders. The doors to the bedroom parted open, and he quickly shuffled inside with Optimus in tow, ignoring Springer's catcalls and Magnus' snide remarks. The doors closed, and Rodimus gently helped Optimus to the oversized bed, pointedly ignoring Optimus' groping hands on his butt.

He helped Prime sit on the bed, inwardly groaning at the elder Prime's weight. Optimus swayed slightly, his optics dimming for a second. When Rodi released his grip on him, he fell on his back, groaning at the bright light on the ceiling. Rodi found the light switch and dimmed the lights until they were barely illuminating the room. Optimus sighed happily, squirming on top of the bed as his weight settled into the mattress. Rodi turned to leave when Optimus suddenly said, "Don't. Stay."

Rodi froze. He slowly turned to face the bed, and dread filled his empty holding tanks as he saw Optimus patting the bed beside him, his other hand tracing a circle around the middle of his cod-piece. Rodi's optics bulged a little when he saw the slight rise in Prime's armor, the telltale sign of his arousal. Optimus gave him a coy smile, patting the bed again and nodding him over.

The younger Prime felt his fuel freeze throughout his body. Here was his one-time idol, his best friend, his LEADER, lying on the bed of his OTHER best friend, drunk, throwing him all the signals and practically masturbating right in front of him. He didn't know why all this was disturbing him - he had just been involved in an all male orgy not half an hour ago. And he had LIKED it! So what was his problem? He himself had said earlier that Optimus had deserved to let go a little... Rodi then relaxed and smiled to himself. 'What the hell. I deserve a little fun, too. And if this is what Op wants, then who am I to go all prude on him?'

With that thought ringing through his head, Rodimus walked over to the bed and sat beside Optimus. Prime smiled up at him and laid a hand on his chest. "Comfy?"

Rodi grinned and nodded. "Yeah. We should complement Arcee on the bed next time we see her."

Optimus chuckled and hiccupped at the same time, eliciting yet another giggle from the red mech. "Sure, but you'll haveta tell her how we ended up on her bed."

Rodimus waved at him. "Please. This is Springer we're talking about. No explanation is necessary." Both mechs laughed at that, Optimus' hand sliding down Rodi's chest and coming to rest on his thigh. Their laughter died, the warmth from Prime's hand sending pleasant tingles rushing through Rodimus' body. He noticed Prime's gaze traveling down his body, and also noticed the darker flush of his optics as his eyes rested between his legs. He leaned back and spread his legs wider, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile as Optimus' eyes bulged. The image of a cartoon character suddenly flashed through his mind and he had to fight the laughter from bursting out of him. Optimus caressed his inner thigh and all thoughts of laughter evaporated. The warmth spread from Optimus' hand to his lower torso, and began to pulse. Rodi let out a slow sigh, enjoying the sensation. Op's hand stopped moving, and Rodimus looked down at him, confused. "Something wrong?" he asked.

Prime's gaze shied away from him. 'Uh-oh,' thought Rodi, 'looks like he's starting to sober up.' Disappointment hit him, but Rodi ignored it and sat up. "Hey, if you want to.. um, be... alone..."

Optimus' eyes shot back over his way, and Rodimus was eerily heartened to see the panic in the older mech's eyes. "No! I just don't want to force you into doing anything you might.. regret, later." Optimus squeezed Rodi's thigh. "I don't want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. I'm... I mean, I want you... to be here. With me." The smoldering look in his eyes packed more meaning than his words, and then he shyly looked away. The warmth in Rodi's body turned to heat, especially around his crotch. Rodi grinned and placed his hand over Optimus'. "Look at me," he commanded, and Optimus obliged. "Does it look like I'm uncomfortable?"

Optimus shook his head. Rodi firmed his grip on Op's hand, then his grin turned devilish. "Good. Now shut up and put your money where your mouth is." Before Optimus could respond, Rodimus laid on his back and firmly set Optimus' hand on his crotch. He heard Optimus gasp sharply, and to help encourage him a bit he started rubbing Op's hand along his limp member, guiding his fingers into massaging the base of his cock. Optimus' breath came in quick gasps as Rodi's expert hand guided his, as Rodi's free hand began stroking Optimus' codpiece. Groaning, Prime took over stroking Rodi's cock. At the same time he leaned over and took Rodi's mouth into his, his kiss firm and demanding. Rodi returned the favor, caressing Optimus' rear and giving it a playful smack.

Prime's hand moved fluidly over Rodimus' quickly firming member, his tongue dancing inside of the younger Prime's mouth. Rodi nipped at his bottom lip, his leg hooking over Op's hip and pressing himself against Optimus, conveying his growing need for satisfaction. Pressure was growing within his cock and was starting to become uncomfortable. Rodi broke away from Prime's mouth, his lips wet from the kiss, and purred, "You gonna keep this damn armor on all night?"

Prime grinned lustfully. "You know how it works. You want it off so badly, just rip it off. I can always get a new one."

Rodi gave him a hard kiss, surprising Prime, and broke it off just as quickly. "Asshole."

"Yes, but all in due time." Optimus firmed his grip on Rodi's cock, pumping it in slow, steady strokes. Rodi moaned, beads of coolant gathering along his body. Hands shaking, he worked at the latches on Prime's codpiece until they released with an audible clang. He let the armor slip from his fingers and it fell to the floor, but his hand was already working on the stiff organ before the metal even hit the tile. His movements were fast and nimble, his the tips of his fingers brushing over the head with each upstroke. Prime shuddered, his own hand freezing at Rodi's ministrations. Rodi laughed and pumped his hand even faster, milking Prime's organ for every drop of cum stored within. Not to be outdone, Prime resumed stroking Rodi's cock, which was now fully erect and oozing with pre-cum. Rodi's strokes became erratic as the pressure within his cock grew with each stroke of Optimus' hand, and he secretly worried that he was about to burst.

So he decided to play dirty. Using every ounce of agility his body possessed, he quickly leaned over and took Prime's large member into his mouth, timing his strokes so that they matched Prime's hand on his own cock. Prime gasped sharply and he missed a stroke, pleasure rippling along every inch of his body. He watched his unit disappearing into Rodi's mouth and reappearing, slick with Rodi's spittle, and it took an incredible amount of willpower to keep himself from cumming right then. The fingers of his free hand bunched up the sheets as he made a fist, groaning with effort as Rodi kept sucking him off. The pressure behind his unit was intense, and was still building. He could no longer tend to Rodimus' throbbing pole and let go, placing it on the back of the younger mech's head and forcing him to suck faster. Rodi happily obliged.

Five strokes later, Optimus came, moaning softly as his seed spilled into Rodi's mouth. Rodi took it all in, and as soon as he felt Prime's cock go limp within his mouth, he rose up and gave Prime another fierce kiss, giving Prime the mouthful of cum. Optimus swallowed every drop, smiling wildly when Rodimus pulled away, his lips still wet with Prime's cum. Licking his own lips, tasting himself, his arousal began to rise again, although his cock still remained stubbornly limp. He glanced down at Rodi's still quivering erection and felt a hint of shame rise within him. As if Rodi could read his mind, the young mech smiled and wiped cum off Optimus' lips. "Don't worry - the night's still young. You'll make it up to me."

Voice slightly strained, Optimus replied, "Always impatient... always have to race everything. As if there's some giant timer going off in your head with a fuse attached. Well -" Optimus grabbed Rodi by the shoulder and turned him around, his rear facing Prime, he quickly opened the cover to the port between Rodi's legs and purred, "it's time to teach you a lesson in patience." Rising to his knees, he positioned himself behind Rodi, one hand on the small of his back and the other fingering the opening of his ass. Rodimus was gasping, fear mingling with his arousal, his cock quivering with anticipation. Optimus grasped his limp member and began stroking himself, pumping furiously as he eyed Rodi's tiny port. He fantasized of the moment when he would plunge his stiff pole deep into his friend's ass, groaning loudly and stroking even faster.

Unfortunately, his cock was not cooperating. After 5 minutes of intense masturbation, his unit was stubbornly refusing to rise, and frustration began chewing at him, eating away at his lust. Rodimus was panting with the effort of holding himself up, his arms aching and throbbing softly. He leaned forward, gasping as the tip of his interface brushed along the surface of the sheets. He peeked between his open legs and saw Optimus' hand jerk away from his cock, which hung limply between his steely legs. "Hey," he croaked, "you ok back there?"

"I can't get it up," came Prime's frustrated reply, and Rodimus suppressed a giggle. He saw the older's mechs knees shift and heard Prime going through the drawer he knew was on that side of the bed. He heard him rifle around, and Rodi's curiousity got the best of him and he rose his head off the sheets and looked back. Prime's mouth was twisted in a grimace, his brow deeply furrowed. Rodi admired him for a few moments, then shook himself out of it when Optimus cried "Aha!" and held up his prize. A bottle of lube, and from the looks of it, it was well-used. Only a quarter of liquid was left in the bottle. He also held up a dildo, which was only half the size of Prime's substantial girth. Optimus grinned at him.

"I knew he had some in here. There's not a guy in this universe that doesn't have a bottle of lube in their drawer."

"And that?" Rodi smirked, nodding his head in the direction of the dildo.

Optimus' grin widened. "I guess Springer's more kinky than we thought."
Rodi laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, I think that's Arcee's. She told me once that he has this thing against anal sex. She never asked him about it, and they've never tried it. He doesn't even have anal with her." Optimus' eyes drooped in disappointment. "That's too bad," he said, sliding closer to Rodi. "I was thinking of having some fun with him later."

"Hey, don't give up on him completely! He gives a mean blow job."

Optimus' eyes brightened. "Ooh..." He slathered lube onto the dildo and Rodi's port, the young mech shuddering as the cool liquid touched his hot little hole. Optimus smeared the liquid all over the entire length of the sex toy, eyes dark with arousal. He gently placed his hand on Rodi's rear, steadying him as he rubbed the tip of the toy around the tiny hole. Rodi shuddered again, bracing himself. Optimus kissed Rodi's behind and slowly penetrated him, easing the toy into Rodi's tight port as the young mech arched his back.

"Relax," purred Optimus, stroking Rodi's tense thigh as he slid the rest of the dildo into his hole. He waited as Rodi relaxed the muscle cables around the port, allowing him to get used to the pressure. As soon as he saw that Rodi was completely at ease, he began stroking the sex toy within, using slow, deliberate movements. Rodi tensed only slightly, the lube making the toy glide nearly effortlessly within him. The pleasure was so intense; the young mech found himself pushing against Prime's strokes, urging Prime into faster, sharper jabs. Rodi roared uncontrollably as cum spewed from his stiff pole, spurting drops all over the tousled sheets. Brilliant flashes of light played around the edge of his vision as he kept pushing against Prime, his port twitching around the toy as Prime kept plunging it inside. Rodi collapsed as another, smaller orgasm ripped through him, his back twitching with each tingling pulse. Optimus grinned and pulled the toy out, and he planted a small peck on the quivering hole as thanks.

Lowering his own bulk down to the mattress, he laid beside Rodimus, spooning up against him and wrapping his arms around the shivering male. His limp member lay squashed against Rodi's rear. Optimus rubbed Rodi's cock with his spare hand while he nuzzled Rodi's neck, their legs entwined. Rodi's breath was coming in ragged sips, coolant tinting his metal a greenish tinge. After a few minutes rest, he turned his head toward Optimus, a satisfied smile splaying across his lips. "You ok?" he asked, his hand stroking Prime's hip. Optimus frowned.

"Why are you asking me that? That should be MY question!"

Rodi shrugged. "I dunno. You were pretty drunk earlier. I figured you might beat yourself up once the drink wore off." Rodi eyed him carefully. "I don't see any flogging going on in there. You sure you're sober?"

Prime chuckled. "Yeah, I'm ok. I'm still buzzing a bit, but I don't think it's from the booze. And there won't be any flogging." Rodi goggled at him. "Who are you, and what have you done with Optimus?!"

Prime laughed again, smacking Rodi in the arm. "Knock it off! I'm not a stick in the mud all the time! Only when I hang around Magnus too long."

"Shit, don't say that around him! I'll end up in charge again."

"Primus help us!"

Rodi shoved him playfully. Settling against Optimus once more, he fixed his gaze on a spot on the wall, his whole body relaxed and at ease. Everything tingled, even the tips of his helmet. The past few hours had tested his endurance, and he started to feel his body shut down to conserve energy. His eyes unfocused as sleep fought to claim him, and from behind he felt Optimus settle into the mattress. A nagging thought kept him from drifting off, and he wouldn't be able to rest until he brought it out in t
he open. "Op," he murmured, fighting to keep his optics online.

"Mmm."
"You gonna let me have my turn later?"

There was a long pause. "Maybe."

Rodi's optics shut down. "Bastard."