Bumble Bee Takes Care of Me
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Category:
S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
11,987
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Transformers nor make profit from it. I just smut it for my own pleasure.
I Wanna F You Like an Autobot
Author's Note: Epic saga must continue.
I Wanna F You Like an Autobot
"I said I'm sorry, Bee," Sam sighed, his voice almost a whine, honest in his regret as he was in his desire to make it up to his protector and friend. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
Bee responded with the strains of Elvis's "Heartbreak Hotel" as his posture remained slumped and unresponsive. The guilt washed over Sam anew. Despite the lack of emotion on the Autobot's face, the music and the pose left no mistaking that Bee was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.
Ok, yeah, Sam had wandered off again without telling Bumblebee—he just had to! Why did Bee never understand. Probably because Autobot's didn't have teen hormones. But they did experience pleasure. That Sam knew firsthand, and sharing his first sexual experiences with Autobot rather than a girl was part of the relationship with Bee he treasured most. Even now his cock twitched in memory of the recent "punishment" over the workbench he'd received. No question that they had both enjoyed that, beginning to end.
But anger and arousal were not moods his protector was expressing now. This was all disappointment, all the way. A veritable black and gold iemobot/i stood before him. And Sam needed to do something to make it right.
In a flash it came to him. "Let's go for a drive," Sam said, stroking Bee's cool metal forearm. "You and me."
Bee's mood changed so abruptly Sam snorted. The guilt-inducing soundtrack changed with a loud simulated LP-scratch from Elvis with the blues to "All Shook Up." Sam laughed as he stepped back to watch his companion shift, clang, and fold himself into the familiar little gold car he adored.
Bee revved his engine. "My pretty little Camaro," Sam grinned, slipping in through the window and sliding down into that smooth vinyl seat. His hand was on the stick—and his own stick—before Bee even got moving.
Speeding down an open stretch of road, Bee in total control, Sam closed his eyes and pumped his cock at the same rhythm he pumped the gearshift.
Life was so fucking good sometimes. Just Sam and Bee, a boy and his Aubot, the simulated radio of Bee's "voice" blasting the chorus of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer."
"Nah, Bee," Sam shouted as he panted, nearing his peak as he fisted Bee's shift eagerly, "Not an animal." He groaned with pleasure. "I wanna fuck you…like an Autobot."
Bee gunned his engine in pleasure and the grinding sound plus the whipping of the wind through the car carried Sam's harsh cry of climax off and away into the darkness.
"I said I'm sorry, Bee," Sam sighed, his voice almost a whine, honest in his regret as he was in his desire to make it up to his protector and friend. "I didn't mean to make you worry."
Bee responded with the strains of Elvis's "Heartbreak Hotel" as his posture remained slumped and unresponsive. The guilt washed over Sam anew. Despite the lack of emotion on the Autobot's face, the music and the pose left no mistaking that Bee was feeling very sorry for himself indeed.
Ok, yeah, Sam had wandered off again without telling Bumblebee—he just had to! Why did Bee never understand. Probably because Autobot's didn't have teen hormones. But they did experience pleasure. That Sam knew firsthand, and sharing his first sexual experiences with Autobot rather than a girl was part of the relationship with Bee he treasured most. Even now his cock twitched in memory of the recent "punishment" over the workbench he'd received. No question that they had both enjoyed that, beginning to end.
But anger and arousal were not moods his protector was expressing now. This was all disappointment, all the way. A veritable black and gold iemobot/i stood before him. And Sam needed to do something to make it right.
In a flash it came to him. "Let's go for a drive," Sam said, stroking Bee's cool metal forearm. "You and me."
Bee's mood changed so abruptly Sam snorted. The guilt-inducing soundtrack changed with a loud simulated LP-scratch from Elvis with the blues to "All Shook Up." Sam laughed as he stepped back to watch his companion shift, clang, and fold himself into the familiar little gold car he adored.
Bee revved his engine. "My pretty little Camaro," Sam grinned, slipping in through the window and sliding down into that smooth vinyl seat. His hand was on the stick—and his own stick—before Bee even got moving.
Speeding down an open stretch of road, Bee in total control, Sam closed his eyes and pumped his cock at the same rhythm he pumped the gearshift.
Life was so fucking good sometimes. Just Sam and Bee, a boy and his Aubot, the simulated radio of Bee's "voice" blasting the chorus of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer."
"Nah, Bee," Sam shouted as he panted, nearing his peak as he fisted Bee's shift eagerly, "Not an animal." He groaned with pleasure. "I wanna fuck you…like an Autobot."
Bee gunned his engine in pleasure and the grinding sound plus the whipping of the wind through the car carried Sam's harsh cry of climax off and away into the darkness.