A Trip to the Skate Park

A Trip to the Skate Park

Chapter 2: His Human

Sam mentally steeled himself for what he was about to do: lie. Or, at least he tried to, anyway. He was pretty sure he was failing miserably at it. He opened the screen door and bounded down the front steps of his house, trying as hard as he could to act like there was absolutely, positively nothing wrong.

Sure enough, Bumblebee was waiting on him. Sam jogged over to the yellow Camaro, whose door was already open in invitation. One hand stroked the hood in a friendly greeting—the other gently closed the opened door. Bee didn''t say anything, and he had no face to have an expression in this form, but the question was there, simply unasked.

“I''m going to hang out with Miles for awhile, and well, you know, you kinda give him the creeps.”

Ok, that was true. Well, not the part about hanging out with Miles. His buddy knew that Sam was going to SAY he was over at his house, and gladly covered for him (it wouldn''t do to have Miles pop up at his house while he was supposed to be at Miles'' house, and Miles didn''t know exactly WHY he was covering for Sam, it was just something they''d done their whole lives.), but the part about Bee creeping Miles out, well that was 100 truth. Miles didn''t know about what really happened in Mission City, nor did he know that Bee was actually a giant robot pretending to be a car. He did however, know that there was something not quite right about Sam''s new ride, and he wanted no part of it.

Bee still wasn''t saying anything, and the silence flowing from his yellow friend made him nervous. “I''ll get back early, ok? And then we''ll do something. I promise.”

“Sam, is something wrong?”

Damnit. Sam knew he was a crappy liar. “Nah, Bee. I''m cool.”

The little yellow ''bot was silent for a few more seconds. He was considering pressing Sam a little harder... Bee thought he might crack under intense interrogation. Sam wasn''t good at covering up at ALL, but Bee decided against it. Sam had been acting strangely the past couple of weeks, Bee didn''t want to add to it by pissing the boy off.

“Very well, Sam. I will see you later today.”

Bee watched his charge jog down the drive--Miles didn''t live far away, he knew Sam would just walk there—and felt more than a little concern. Sam had been acting MORE than strange the past two weeks. It was like Sam was pulling away from Bee, becoming more distant, and for the life of his Spark, Bee couldn''t figure out why. Why was he losing his human? Bee checked through his processors, looking for some action or interaction with Sam that would explain his behavior, but could find none. Also, Sam didn''t seem angry so much as distracted. Bee wondered what could possibly be distracting him to the point of needing to lie. Sam hung out with other friends, sure. And Bee was ok with that. He knew about Miles'' instinctive fear of him, and was cool (to use Earth slang) with that, too. But Sam wasn''t going to hang out with Miles. He didn''t need his sensors to tell him Sam was lying about that. Why? And what was he going to do about it?

When the answer came, it sent jolts of nervous energy coursing through Bee''s system. What he was contemplating—would have been unthinkable a mere week ago. However, as Bee saw it, he was already losing his human, what else did he have to lose?

After a moments hesitation, Bee darkened the tint on his windows, and backed carefully (he''d learned about carefully the last time he''d accidentally squished some of Judy''s flowers) out of the drive way, before turning and heading in the opposite direction Sam took.

He needed to see Ratchet.


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“You''ve been eating for exactly 63.5 minutes.”

Sam shifted slightly on Barricade''s hood to glance in through his windshield. “Dude, I can''t believe you''ve been like, counting.”

“It''s hard not to. How can you eat that? It smells revolting.”

“You can''t talk, Cade, you get your jollies from high octane gasoline.”

Sam absently stroked Barricade''s hood for a moment before picking up another taco from his seemingly endless bag. Taco supreme. With extra sour cream. Yummy. The last time he''d eaten taco''s, there''s been a yellow camaro sitting under him as opposed to a black mustang. Enemies or not, the two ''bots unwittingly agreed on something: No eating inside the alt form. Sam wondered what Bumblebee was doing and pushed away the thought ruthlessly. Thinking about that only brought on waves of massive guilt.

MASSIVE guilt.

The first time he''d been with Cade, he''d told himself ''one shot deal''. Well, that had turned into like, three meetings within the past two weeks. And each time, he''d had to put off Bumblebee. Well, that wasn''t exactly correct. He''d had to LIE to Bee, if he was going to be honest with himself, and, he decided, that he should be. What better time for self-evaluation than when you''re sitting on your illicit lover''s hood snarfing down tacos?

Well shit, now he didn''t even have the tacos.

Sam picked up his trash and looked around. No garbage cans in the middle of the forest clearing he and Cade were currently sitting in. He tied the bag carefully, to make sure no rebellious taco wrappers escaped. Sure, he was fucking a Decepticon and betraying his closest friends, his BEST friend, but he was NO litterbug.

Uprooted from his thoughts, Sam let out an unmanly shriek when Barricade shook himself on his shocks, neatly throwing Sam to the ground.

“What the hell was that for?” Sam demanded, getting to his feet.

“You were brooding. Also, you scream like a girl.”

Sam took a few steps back, brushing the grass off of his pants. “Duly noted. Asshole.”

Sam took a few more steps back as Barricade transformed, and unable to stop himself, he flinched back noticeably when Barricade reached for him. He''d gotten used to Cade''s holo and his car alt, but well, the last time the 16 foot robot had been towering over Sam, Barricade had been quite ready to kill him.

Barricade held Sam like a can of beer. Without thinking, he stretched, kinda waving Sam around in the air a bit. His human looked slightly... his human? Where did that come from, eh? Deciding it would be best to save THAT particular thought for later, he held a rather annoyed Sam up to eye level, before sitting as cross legged as his robotic form could get in the grass. He held Sam to his chest, gently but firmly. He was a little afraid that Sam might try to escape: he could detect fear in the boys pheromones.

“You need to get used to me in this form, Sam. I will not harm you.”

“I''m not afraid.”

“Sam, even if I couldn''t analyze your chemical signature, I would know you were lying. You aren''t very good at it.”

Sam hung his head. He knew he was a lousy liar, and that made the lies he''d been telling Bee even worse. It was bad enough to lie to someone if they DIDN''T know you were lying, but he was pretty sure Bee knew, and he was also pretty sure that knowledge was hurting his friend. His fear momentarily forgotten, he leaned his head against the cool claws that held him. Then he started slightly, as though jolted with electric current. The hands that cupped him weren''t the evil looking claws he remembered. The fingers were, shorter, blunter, less cruel looking.

Sam looked into Cade''s evil looking face, “Your hands are different.”

Cade took a moment to answer, then, “Since I''m likely to be interacting with you in this form, I felt my hands should be a shape less likely to be hazardous to your health.”

“You changed your hands for me?”

“Tell me what is wrong, Sam.”

Sam sighed to himself. He was quickly discovering that was the norm for Barricade. He didn''t like to show emotion all that much, and he didn''t like to speak of it at all. Sam got the feeling that he didn''t know how, really, and while Cade hadn''t said anything, he had the distinct impression that having someone treat him and touch him as Sam himself did, was completely new to the Decepticon. It was little actions, like the slight change to the claws that let Sam know Cade wasn''t using him only as some sort of toy or pet.

“Well, Cade, I''ve come to terms with the fact that I''m--”

“A homo?” said Barricade helpfully.

“No! That I''m--”

“Queer?”

“NO! Cade, stop helping! That I''m...bi. I can deal with that. Ok, I can. But I''m pretty sure Bumblebee knows I''m lying to him. You know I''m not good at it.”

Ugh, that little yellow dipshit. Barricade really didn''t care much for him, but wasn''t going to insult him in front of Sam. Sam was the type to defend his friends, and Cade didn''t want to argue.

The surprising and somewhat irksome issue was this: not only didn''t Cade like Bee (they were enemies spawned by war), he was JEALOUS of the yellow bot. He hated the thought of being jealous of an Autobot, but there it was, bald and without a rug. In Cade''s personal and not so humble opinion, there should be a black mustang parked in Sam''s driveway, not a yellow Camaro.

“Do you wish to stop seeing me, Sam?”

Sam shook his head in a negative response, and Cade felt a vise he hadn''t realized was there release his spark. “I''ll come up with something, Cade. I just... dunno what yet.”

“So, uh, whatcha wanna do, Cade?” Sam wanted to get his mind off the rather depressing track his thoughts had been taking.

The look Barricade gave him suggested that perhaps Sam was slightly stupid.

“I think you should familiarize yourself with this form. I am at your mercy.”

Sam had to snort back a laugh. He seriously doubted he could have any sixteen foot giant alien robot at his mercy, especially one as fierce as he knew Cade to be. Still though, the opportunity to really check out a Cybertronian was too much to pass up. They were so complicated and interesting looking, that Sam had been dying to do just that, however, going up to one and saying “Hey, let me check out your inner workings.” never quite seemed appropriate.

Sam stood, and raised his arms, silently requesting that Barricade meet him closer to his level. When he did, Sam gently grasped his face plates, and looked at him closely. He had battle scars, more than one, and his face looked terrifyingly cruel. He was nothing like Bee and the other Autobots, all of which could, in some way at least, be described as ''cute''. However, he was quickly learning that looks could be deceiving. He was quite sure that Cade still possessed the ability to act Sparkless, but well, there was more than one facet to a diamond, wasn''t there?

Sam pressed a soft kiss to Cade''s metallic mouth, and while Cade stiffened in surprise, as he had that first time Sam embraced him, he didn''t pull away. Sam was curious about Cade''s behavior. He was fully confident when it came to sex, but well.. random displays of affection seemed to make him wary. He thought about asking, but decided against it. Most likely, he wouldn''t get an answer anyway.

He let go of Cade''s face, and climbed carefully to his shoulder. That seemed to Sam to be the most un-intrusive place to start. He crawled carefully over the armor, peeking between the plates at the wires and cables underneath. Sam reached his hands between two plates, wanting to touch and feel the hardware that kept Barricade functioning, before pulling his hands back, abruptly. What if he touched something he wasn''t supposed to? What if he injured him somehow? Then what would he do?

As if reading his mind, Cade shifted slightly to get more comfortable, then said, “You can''t hurt me by touching, unless you decide to cut every cable you come across.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Reassured, Sam slipped his hands between the metal plates once again, probing gently at a mass of cables that seemed to stretch across Barricade''s back, from shoulder to shoulder. They were bunched together, knotted, and hard. Sam briefly wondered if robots got tension headaches. If so, Barricade was in for a doozie. Sam wrapped his hands around it.. and started rubbing.

“Are these cables supposed to be all tight and hard?”

“Noooooooo...” Cade''s reply turned into a low moan. Primus, it seemed like each time they were together, Sam taught him something different. He''d thought humans were weak and ineffectual, but here was Sam, with his puny human hands, gently rubbing the soreness from the cables that had been a pain in his aft for decades. Unable to stop himself, Barricade leaned forward so that he was doubled over, arching into Sam''s touch. He felt the wet warmth of Sam''s lips against his back armor, just a brief kiss, but it still caused a slight shiver to run throughout his large body.

He wished he could just take Sam with him, put him in his car form and go. Just leave everything, no worries about the new Decepticon''s making their way to Earth, no worries about Autobots, no worries about anything. A pity it wasn''t possible.

Sam used his arm to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face. Giving Barricade a massage was hard work, but worth it. The various groans and chirps of pleasure coming from Cade were driving him insane. Sam absently reached down and adjusted himself. His jeans felt like they were three sizes too small and stuffed with petrified wood. Slightly more comfortable, he ignored his own arousal, and made his way down the full length of the cables. No longer twisted and knotted, it was smooth and supple from one end to the other. It pained him to see proof of his earlier suspicions that he was the only one to touch Cade in this manner.

Sam decided he would make it worth the wait.

A quick pat on the shoulder was all Sam needed to get Cade to raise his hand for Sam to stand on. After which, Cade straightened up, going back to his previous cross-legged position. His normally bright ruby eyes were slightly dimmed, as though relaxed. He rubbed gently at Sam''s crotch with one large finger.

“It would appear that I''m not the only one who has tension problems.”

As tempting as it was to just stand there and let Barricade carry on with his finger on Sam''s cock, Sam gathered his will power, sucked in a ragged breath, and stepped away from the metallic digit.

“No, Cade. I want to... today is yours. Your day, Cade. I want to give you pleasure.” Barricade looked slightly suspicious, and more than a little rebellious. Sam gave him a hard stare, “Let me do this.”

With a barely perceptible nod, Cade bent to Sam''s desires.

“Lie down down, Cade.”


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Bee expelled air from his intakes, copying a human sigh without realizing it. He''d gotten Ratchet to upgrade his hologram projection unit, and it had taken ages. He''d earned himself a slap upside his head from Ratchet when he''d started bitching about the amount of time the upgrades were taking because he didn''t want to get back too late and keep Sam waiting.

Well, he was definitely going to be kept waiting now. Ironhide had been monitoring Tranquility and the surrounding areas for any sign of Barricade, and had, for the most part been unsuccessful. No surprise, really, Bee knew full well that Barricade was almost as good at masking his signal as he was. Then out of the blue, there''d been a brief blip, a burst of signal from the Decepticon, and then it was gone. As the Autobot''s most highly skilled, and let''s face it, only spy on Earth, Bumblebee was sent to investigate.

“Try to find him Bumblebee, but do NOT engage him.” Optimus had told him.

So, here he was, circling a wooded area just outside of Tranquility. He would stay until he was sure that Barricade was no longer here. As much as he wanted to go ahead with the course of action he''d decided on, he wasn''t one to shirk responsibility.

He''d had the Hatchet install the holo upgrades because he knew that was the best way to interact with Sam, or at least, that''s what he''d told Ratchet. It wasn''t a complete lie, really, just more of a touch of omission. He run dozens of different probability scenarios through his processors, and in each one, found that using words to express his feelings to Sam seemed woefully inadequate.

He''d finally decided to just kiss him. Kiss him and hope that Sam didn''t take it TOO badly, and that if Sam did respond negatively to Bee''s advances, that he''d at least be willing to remain friends.


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By the time Sam finished massaging the various wires and cables in each of Cade''s arm''s and legs, he was exhausted, and he was pretty damn sure he now had a petrified TREE living in his pants.

This, however, was nothing compared to what Cade seemed to be going through. His intakes were drawing in air, rapidly, the ''breathing'' sounded harsh to Sam''s ears. He was unable to keep still, ever mindful of the human that climbed all over him, but writhing all the same, digging his hands into soil already torn asunder from previous pleasure.

Sam climbed onto Barricade''s chest. He knew from Bee that Cybertronians made love by melding their Sparks. Sam had no Spark, and aside from that, he didn''t think that Cade would be ready, able, or willing to bare his Spark for Sam so early in their time together. Sam could get behind that, he didn''t think he''d be all that keen on baring his soul for anyone to see either.

Sam did think that he could use the sensitive circuitry and sensors to his advantage, and bring Cade off without any Spark stimulation. Sam SO wanted to see him come. Or overload, as Cade called it. Same difference.

Sam settled on his knees and pressed his fingers into the groove that ran down the center of the Decepticon''s chest. When Barricade shuddered, Sam did it again, only this time, he dipped his tongue in as well, and Cade groaned hoarsely at the small wet intrusion.

Sam laid on his stomach, slipping both hands under Cade''s armor. One hand found his Spark casing, and he stroked the outside of it gently. As expected, it didn''t open, but he stroked it nonetheless, smooth steady strokes that soon had Barricade''s entire body thrumming. His other hand found some sort of sensor module, and as soon as Sam touched it, he knew he''d hit paydirt. Cade didn''t just moan, he wailed, mechanical and full of need.

Sam backed off the module, rubbing it idly, almost petting it, but not doing enough to give Barricade any relief. Cade closed his optic''s and turned his head away before saying in strained voice, “Sam...”

“Look at me, Cade.”

Barricade said nothing, and didn''t move.

“You said you were at my mercy, Cade. Look at me!”

Barricade turned toward him, his optic''s open, and Sam could clearly see the shame written in them. He could see that Cade regarded his current need as a weakness, as something to hide. More pressure on the module, his fingers moving quickly and deftly, and he didn''t want to--

“Tell me Cade.”

--humiliate Cade, or hurt him, he just wanted him to understand--

“Tell me what you need Cade!”

--there was no shame in this...

“TELL ME!”

“I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME PLEASURE!” He shouted it, his voice sounding almost angry, and Sam wasn''t sure if the anger was directed at him, or if Cade was angry at himself for succumbing, and not only that, for NEEDING to succumb, but it didn''t matter, because Sam relented and gave the sensor module one firm squeeze, almost kneading it in his hand, and that was all it took. Cade arched, his heels and shoulders digging into the ground, as his back completely left it.

Sam could feel the shockwaves of energy racking Cade''s frame as he held on for dear life and gently kissed the chest plates he rested on it. It took awhile, but eventually, Cade settled down enough for Sam to sit cross-legged on his chest.

“Cade, do I get a cookie?”

“You get to strip.”

“Cheap bastard.” Sam stood up, so that he could be the one looking down at Cade for once. Cade promptly poked him with a finger.

“Do it.”

“I told you, today is for you.”

If Barricade had had hair, he would have cheerfully ripped it out. “This IS for me.”


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Bumblebee almost gave up, when another flash of Barricade''s signal flitted across his sensors before dying out. Disappointed, but with a job to do, he turned toward what he thought was the signal''s point of origin. When he got closer, he picked up another reading, one that made the energon in his system run cold – Sam''s bio-signature. No two human''s were the same, each showed a unique bio-signature on Cybertronian scans, and Bee knew Sam''s better than he knew his own aft.

There was a wooded area with a dirt track road that led to a clearing. Sam was in the clearing, alone, as far as his sensors could tell. And Barricade was in the area. Squashing the panic that made him want to drive full speed up the dirt road, Bee parked next to it on the main road. As much as he wanted to transform, charge into the clearing, and kill anything that might be considering squishing Sam, his training told him that would be a bad idea. Before he did anything, he had to scout out the situation. He didn''t know anything, really. He wasn''t even still sure that Barricade was still in the vicinity, so he quieted the clamoring processors that told him now was not the time to be level-headed.

Bee activated his holo, positioning it just outside the clearing, in the treeline where he wouldn''t be seen. There was a brief moment of confusion after he aligned his sensors with the hologram, because of the distance from his body. When the fog lifted, Bumblebee saw something that made his Spark want to collapse in on itself. Too numb with shock and horror to move, Bee stood there, watching the scene before him.


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Stark naked, Sam let Cade nudge him into position so that his right side was facing, and Cade saw in him profile. He felt the index finger of Cade''s left hand trail gently up and down his back, and he closed his eye''s enjoying the sensation. Cade''s right hand came up in front of him, and wrapped around him gently, so that his thumb was pressing against Sam''s ass. Sam''s hip was pressed in the crease where Cade''s thumb met his hand, and the other large metallic fingers were placed gently against the front of Sam''s shins, knees and thighs.

The top of Cade''s index finger, wet with warm lubricant, gently pressed against the underside of Sam''s cock. Cade nudged Sam''s hips forward with a brush of his thumb, and Sam didn''t have to be a rocket scientist to get the idea. He tugged lightly at Cade''s hand, getting him to lift it higher. He planted his hand on either side of Cade''s index finger, leaned forward slightly, and bucked his hips, pressing his cock into Cade''s hand.

He started with smooth and slow strokes, keeping it even, relishing the pressure of Cade''s hand, pressing his balls against the metal skin with each thrust of his hips, but it didn''t stay that way long. Sam was over-excited, Cade''s overload had almost been enough to make him come in his pants. Within five minutes his entire body was straining, the cords standing out on his neck. Sam nearly sobbed from the pleasure when he increased his pace again, but was unable to stop himself.

“Oh, Cade, ah!” And then he froze, hips pressed as hard into Cade''s hand as he could manage. He''d fucked Cade''s hand and oh, he was finally coming, finally, and it was all he could do to stay on his feet as his own white fluid splattered onto Cade''s black paint. In the end, Cade held him up. His finger never left Sam''s back, and when he was finished, Cade picked him up, bringing Sam close to his face for a kiss, for which Sam was happy to oblige.


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Bee had seen enough. More than enough. His holo vanished, removing Barricade and Sam from his physical sight, but the imagery was burned into his deepest processors. He had to get away.

Far, far away.