Turned On

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Bayverse
Barricade, Skywarp, Starscream
Fluff and innuendo
for 28s meme 'turned on'.

“Hey there, little spike.”  Skywarp’s voice was like warm velvet over the internal comm.  “What you up to?”

Nothing fun. That was for sure.  He made a ‘bleh’sound. “Boring stuff.”

Skywarp laughed. “That goes without saying. But…what kind of boring?”

“The ‘logging endless comm freqs’ kind.”

Skywarp gurgled. “That’s…its own separate level of boring.”

“Yeah,” Barricade said miserably.  He called up the rest of the list, just to see how much more was left.  His window-wings drooped.  “So…what are you doing?”

“Me?”  Barricade could hear the grin. “Nothing much.” Riiiiiiight.  “Just…soaking in an oil bath right now.”

Eep. “Yeah?”  Stay cool, Barricade, stay cool.  Right.  Frequency 2.85559 mHz.

“Yeah,” Skywarp said. “All this warm oil.  Seeping into my joints, getting all the fine grit out of the wiring…,” he purred.

“Sounds…nice.”  Fraggin’ hot.  Frag stupid frequency logs. Barricade tried—really hard—not to get a visual of that—the heavy black armor, submerged in the gold-amber of the special cleansing and lubricating oil.  How Skywarp would eventually come out of it, stand up, oil sheeting off his armor, glossy, dripping.  His cooling fans buzzed.

“Better than nice,” Skywarp said.  “I kind of like the floating feeling.  You know what I mean? Weightless. Warm. It feels really—really—good in the turbines.”

Barricade quivered.  That…sounded really hot. “It, uh, yeah. I guess that would feel nice.” Guess?

“It does.  And my feet.”  Skywarp made a soft contented sound.

“Your…feet?”  Oh, Barricade, no. You just walked into this one.

“Starscream’s here. He’s scrubbing my feet for me. It’s…really nice.”  And by ‘nice’, he clearly meant, like…hot.

“Oh,” Barricade squeaked.

“And,” Skywarp continued, inexorable, “Guess where his foot is.”

Barricade blinked both optics. Did NOT want that visual.  Okay, frag that, he totally did want that visual. Just…freq logs.  He could have cried. If, you know, he could actually do that.

“Guess.”

“On the floor,” Barricade snapped.

“Noooooooo.”  Skywarp giggled.  “Do you want to guess again, or do you want me to tell you?”

Both. Neither.  Frag.  “Freq logs,” Barricade said, helplessly.

“No, his foot isn’t there, either,” Skywarp teased.  A muffled sound, and then the next words were echoed, not addressing him, reverbing through his secondary audio.  “He said freq logs.” Another mumbly sound. “Starscream wants to know if you think your spike is bigger than his toes.”

“I, er…never thought about it.” Well, true statement, at least.  Until now. And now…he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially if that was, you know, a hint.

“Well…now that you are thinking about it…?”

“N-not in a position to judge.”  But Skywarp probably was.  Oh frag that was hot.  No. NO NO NO. Freq logs. Come on, Barricade.  2.85559.

“His toes are a lot more flexible,” Skywarp said, tartly. Knowing he was driving Barricade crazy. And enjoying it.

“That’s…informative,” Barricade squeaked.

“That’s not the adjective I’d use,” Skywarp giggled, then made a pleased, aroused chirr that sent spikes of hot sharp lust through Barricade’s systems. His own spike clonked, pressurized, against the inner cover. Another muffled sound. “He said ‘informative’.”  A laugh. “Starscream suggests ‘maddeningly erotic’.” 

“He would,” Barricade snapped.

Another murmured exchange. “Starscream says you’re just jealous.”

Well, frag yeah?  “You tell him to keep his slaggin’ toes away from me.” 

Another laugh. “Okay, little spike.”  Barricade warmed at the endearment. “But hey…what about my toes?”

Barricade twitched, window-wings rigid.  “W-what about them?” Stall, Barricade, stall!

“My toes. Can I use my toes on you?”

“I-if you want?”

A chuckle. “I do want.” A squeak. “Hey! Stop distracting me, Starscream.” 

HA! Deserve it, Barricade thought.  “How’s he distracting you.”  Let’s…get off the topic of toes.  Long, elegant toes.  Grippy.  Clever distraction, Barricade. Clever.

“Ooof he’s…licking my foot.” 

Barricade twitched.

“Okay now…more like my inner thigh.” Skywarp’s voice got husky. “You know, where the armor is thin…?” 

Oh yeah, Barricade knew. He felt himself vibrate with desire. Was it possible to explode from lust? He had a feeling he was going to find out. 

Especially at the gasping moan Skywarp let loose over the line. 

Barricade whimpered.  Freqs. He...could not even pretend to care.  The numbers wouldn’t even focus for him. All he saw was Starscream, sliding his glossa up a long, sturdy black thigh, the whole thing ambery in oil.  His valve clenched at the thought. 

A sloshy sound, more moaning, and then a sharp, “Oh!”

Don’t want to know don’t want to know don’t want to know.  Barricade squirmed. M-maybe he could, you know, take care of it here. A little.  His spike was almost itching with need.  Barricade popped his hatch, his spike stabbing furiously out of the housing. 

More sloshing. “Hey, uh, little spike?”

“WHAT?!”  Frag. 

“Could use a little help here?” 

“With what!”  Seriously. Barricade snarled.

Another voice clicked on the comm. “Your Skywarp has found himself overpowered, obviously. And entirely at my…dubious mercy.”  A whimper from Skywarp’s channel. A sly sound. “I am willing to share.”