A Trip to the Skate Park

A Trip to the Skate Park

Chapter 4 - Need Fixin''

Sam''s brains felt addled, and try as he might, it seemed to take him forever to figure out what in blazes Barricade was talking about. Yeah, so Bee had stiffened up on him when Sam had tried kissing him, but somehow he didn''t really see Cade rushing out to defend Bee''s honor... and then it occurred to him, replaying in his mind like a cheesy movie that didn''t have the budget for effects so instead just played in slow-mo: Bee''s hands gripping Sam''s arms. To Cade it must have looked like Bee was holding him in place, forcing him, when, not to put too fine a point on it, Sam had been forcing his lips on Bee.

Bee had thrown Sam out of harms way, and he''d totally transformed.

Oh shit.

Sam struggled to get off the ground, his body protesting. He was as scared as he''d ever been in his life, and considering that he''d fallen off of bridges and buildings...well, he was pretty scared. But not for himself. He watched Bee in trepidation. The yellow Autobot wasn''t trying to explain, wasn''t trying to avoid the fight, oh no, he looked ready for it. He wanted it.

He wasn''t sure which of the two mechs fired the first cannon blast, or maybe they both fired at the same time, but either way, they hit each other. Sam watched Cade duck slightly, so that Bee''s blast glanced off his shoulder instead of striking him in the chest plates. Sam had about half a second to be relieved before his stomach tightened in fear once again. This time it was Bee dodging Cade''s cannon-- he came out mostly unscathed, but one of his door wings looked decidedly charred.

Long-range weapons were forgotten as soon as the two mechs got close enough to reach out and hit each other. A cannon blast was the quickest, not to mention, the safest way to take down an opponent, but it was also the least satisfying.

When Barricade reached Bee they struggled briefly before Barricade gripped Bee''s chest plates, and he hauled Bee over his head, holding him up in the air like a trophy. Sam ran forward, trying to put a stop to the fight before one of them hurt the other too badly, then he looked up and froze. Barricade spun where he stood, bringing Bee''s body to the ground, and Sam had just enough time to think “OH SHIT!” as he dove between Cade''s feet, just seconds before Bee''s body slammed into the ground Sam had been standing on.

Bumblebee was dazed for only a few seconds, and Cade briefly wondered just HOW mad Sam would be if he killed the yellow bot, but then the next thing he knew, the Autobot kicked out with one foot, catching Cade in the waist, sending him flying into a nearby stand of trees. Within seconds, he was up, and leaving the splintered trees behind, he bounded back into the fight.

Their fight was almost graceful. They pulverized the trees lining the over look, turning them to mere firewood , as they leaped, dodged, and pivoted, alternately sending each other flying through the air to crash into some poor innocent piece of nature.

Bee body checked Cade, sending them both crashing to the ground. In no time, both ''bots were rolling on the ground, grappling at the others armor, and merrily beating the shit out of each other. Bee was loathe to admit it, but now that he''d worked out most of his anger, beating on Cade was actually pretty fun, and he couldn''t be sure, but he thought the Decepticon might just be enjoying himself too.

The sight of Cade and Bee hurting each other was too much for Sam to bear. His attempts to get them to stop had been futile, it was like they''d forgotten he was there. In a last ditch effort to put an end to the fight, Sam did what was probably the dumbest thing he''d ever done: He ran right up to where the two giant aliens were rolling on the ground, pounding each other into oblivion, and dove right in the middle of them.

Instantly, both mech''s froze. Sam was between the two of them, pushing desperately against their armor, trying to force them apart. Bee spoke first, growling, “Get out of the way, Sam!”

“No! Please, stop, please, I can''t stand this.” Sam''s voice was high-pitched and strained, and Bee was somewhat surprised to find that the boy was nearly hysterical. His blood pressure was through the roof, and his heart was beating so fast Bee was astounded that it hadn''t flown from inside his chest. Bee started disentangling himself from Barricade, ready to let the fight go before Sam gave himself a heart attack. He eyed Barricade warily, wondering if the Decepticon would choose to attack while Bee was trying to back away.

He needn''t have worried. All of Barricade''s attention was focused on Sam''s tear stained face. He could tell his human was very upset, and he knew the fight between himself and the Autobot was the reason, what he didn''t know however, was what to do about it. He''d never seen Sam like this, and had no idea how to fix it.

Barricade pretty much ignored Bee. He wasn''t worried about the Autobot attacking him while he was preoccupied with Sam- Autobots were all noble. Maybe not as noble as their leader, no one was that noble, but they were noble nonetheless. Barricade conducted a quick search of the internet, and didn''t find that much helpful information. Most of it tended to contradict itself- it was amazing how even humans didn''t understand human mating rituals. The one thing most of the sites he visited were clear on: never let them walk home. NEVER.

Barricade shifted to a crouch, never taking his optics off Sam. He wanted to be prepared to move fast. Sam didn''t look all that stable at the moment, and Barricade wanted to be able to quickly and efficiently catch Sam if he should make a break for it and try to walk to his domicile.

“Sam? Are you going to attempt to walk home? ...Because, I can''t allow that.”

“Wal- Cade, what are you talking about?”

One of Cade''s hands twitched, as though he was considering just picking Sam up so he wouldn''t have to worry about any walking foolishness. “The internet says to never allow your mate to walk home, especially if they''re angry.”

“Cade, they''re talking about never letting your girlfriend walk when she gets out of the car, and says she''s going to walk home. It refers to females.”

“You scream like a female.”

Sam sighed, and pushed his hand through his hair in an agitated fashion. Barricade looking up dating advice on the web... it was kind of cute actually, and it warmed Sam''s heart to know that in the midst of all this, Cade still worried about him, but in Sam''s opinion, he wasn''t the one that needed worrying about. His eyes raked over Bee and Cade both, and were disturbed by the numerous dents, scratches, and small energon leaks he found.

“Look, I don''t expect the two of you to like each other, but I can''t stand you guys beating on each other, either. Truce, please.” Sam''s eyes switched back and forth, from one giant being to another. Reluctantly, VERY reluctantly, they both nodded. Whether they were agreeing permanently, or just until Sam wasn''t around to SEE them beating on each other, Sam wasn''t sure. He guessed it was probably the latter.

“How bad are you guys hurt?”

Both aliens just shrugged. Sam face-palmed.

“Can you two just, transform—come down to my level? Please?” With another filthy glance at each other, both ''bots did as Sam asked, changing to their car alts before activating their holos. Sam almost wished they hadn''t. In their alts, the damage looked even worse than it had when they''d been towering above him.

The hysteria Barricade staved off with his ''walking'' nonsense was threatening to return. Fresh tears welled in Sam''s eyes as he went from one to another, black to yellow, unsure of which one was hurt the most, carefully running his hands over dents and scratches on both of them, trying to soothe away hurts that they weren''t showing but that had to be there nonetheless.

It was Cade''s hands that stopped his wandering, but Bee''s voice that said, “Sam, you really must calm yourself. Barricade and I have done far worse to each other than this in battle. We can be fixed.” Cade didn''t add to Bee''s statement with words, but he squeezed Sam''s shoulders gently as if in agreement.

Yeah, maybe they had done worse to each other, but those other times hadn''t been Sam''s fault, and this one was. And the whole ''we can be fixed thing'', well, that was easy enough for Bee, he had Ratchet, but Cade had no one to take care of his repairs, and somehow Sam doubted that Ratchet could be talked into taking care of them for him. God, Ratchet. The old ''I walked into a door'' excuse was NOT going to cut it, which meant that Ratchet would have to know what really happened, which in turn meant that the other Autobots would also have to know. Lovely and lovelier.

Okay, one thing at a time. Sam would see to it that Barricade was taken care of, then he''d go with Bee to the Autobot base to see Ratchet, and face the music there. With that in mind, Sam found it was easier to calm himself with a task or two at hand. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Mikaela''s phone number. She''d been working with Ratchet, learning from him, and that paired with her own mechanical inclination made Sam quite sure she''d be able to take care of Cade. He just had to talk her into it.

He phone rang for so long that at first he thought it would just go over to voice mail, but she picked up at the last second, “Sam!”

“Hey Mikaela. You busy?”

“Not unless watching Monsterfest actually counts as doing something. Why? Is everything okay?”

“Nothing life threatening, but I have a friend that kinda needs some repairs. Would you mind?” Sam looked pointedly at Cade''s holo, which immediately began shaking his head in the negative.

“Sam, you didn''t do something stupid to Bee again did you? Tell me it has nothing to do with popcorn this time.”

Promptly ignoring Barricade, Sam replied, “No it doesn''t have anything to do with popcorn. And it''s not Bee. “

“Who then?”

“Just... can I meet you at you''re uncles?”

“Yeah, ok. I''ll see you in a few.”

Sam said his goodbyes to Mikaela, and turned on Barricade, who was looking mutinous. “You''re going, she can fix you.”

“Absolutely not. I''m not going to let some strange human work on my innards.”

“She''s not a stranger to you Cade, you tried to kill her, too. Besides she was trained by Ratchet.”

“Ohhhh, so it''s a human trained by the crazy, saw-wielding Autobot medic, oh yeah, that makes it so much better.”

Sam heard a soft snicker behind him, and turned to find the blond holo of Bumblebee looking in every direction but his. Sam sighed and rubbed his face. He really couldn''t deny that Cade had a bit of a point there—Ratchet was a bit nuts, but he still knew what he was doing, and according to Mikaela, he was an excellent teacher. “Do you trust me or not?”

Barricade sighed and grudged, “Yes.”

“Cool, then lets go get you looked at.”

Still looking Sam in the eye, Barricade opened his passenger door. Which Sam promptly closed. “I need to ride with Bee, Cade. And don''t look like that.”

Barricade had stopped looking merely rebellious and gone all the way to pissed. His violet eyes narrowed suspiciously at Sam. “Look, Cade, he''s my friend, and I want to try and make things right with him.” Barricade still looked unconvinced and Sam added, “He doesn''t want me like that Cade, we''re just friends.”

Posture anything but relaxed, Barricade finally nodded his rather grudging acceptance. “Fine.” Sam turned to go to Bee, but Cade gripped his elbow, dragging him backwards against his black alt-form. Before Sam could protest or even think, warm lips were pressing insistently against his, and too-strong hands were pulling him close to a warmer body. Sam was dimly embarrassed to be kissed that way by another guy in front of Bumblebee of all people, but he responded to Cade''s advances without thinking, opening his mouth to Cade''s delving tongue, and dragging his hands through Cade''s soft black hair. The kiss was one of possession, clearly stating “Mine” and for all the lack of subtlety Barricade might as well have just used a permanent marker to write “Barricade''s not Bumblebee''s” on Sam''s forehead, but either way, it was making Sam hot all over, and he desperately thought of everything from dead kittens to split-pea soup in an effort to keep the twitching length in his pants from becoming a full on erection. Jeeze, he didn''t remember being this horny before Cade came into the picture.

Seemingly satisfied, Cade released him with a nearly imperceptible push in Bee''s direction. Sam made his way dazedly to the yellow Camaro''s door, and for one brief yet indescribably horrible second, Sam thought for sure the door wouldn''t open, and would stay closed, refusing him entrance. It did open though, the driver''s side door swung open with a soft click, and Sam escaped into the cool leather interior of his best friend.


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The drive to Mikaela''s uncle''s shop had been somewhat awkward but mostly painless. Sam had asked for forgiveness and Bee had given it readily. He''d been around the galaxy a few times, and knew from first hand experience that you couldn''t always help who you cared for. It took some effort, but he was able to remind himself that Sam hadn''t rejected him, hadn''t chosen Barricade over him, and that in fact Sam had no idea how Bee felt about him. The timing was bad, but that wasn''t a crime.

He''d also agreed to have Mikaela fix him as well. The other Autobots would have to know about Sam''s association with Barricade, and Sam had accepted that, but, as Bee told the boy, they didn''t necessarily have to know TODAY.

Bee drove absently, processing his own thoughts. Sam had drifted into a fitful sleep, and Bee was left to his own devices. He blew air through his intakes, a car''s equivalent to a sigh. His time on Earth had taught him many ''humanisms'' and he''d found that the most satisfying by far were sighing and eye rolling.

Bumblebee had briefly considered demanding that Sam stop seeing Barricade altogether, and as gratifying as that thought was, he couldn''t do it. For one, he wanted Sam to be happy, with everything in his Spark, but also, while he thought he might be able to get Sam to do it NOW, he was positive that the boy would come to resent him for making him choose. That he didn''t want. Bee wanted far more than mere friendship from Sam, but still, he''d rather have nothing but friendship than nothing at all.

Absently, he made a right off the main highway, and checked to make sure Barricade was still following. Bee sighed again. Barricade, now there was something unexpected. He''d mentally accused the ''Con of using Sam as a pet, but he was beginning to suspect that he was pretty far off the mark with that one. Damned if the Decepticon hadn''t dropped out in the middle of a battle to pitch wu and look up dating advice on the internet. Bee had nearly died from the shock. Still though, he didn''t really know that much about Barricade. He liked to think he did, that he knew that Barricade was just some Sparkless Decepticon, and nothing more, but if he was going to be honest with himself, that wasn''t true. And, Bee decided, he should be honest with himself. What better time for self-evaluation than when Bee was taking Sam, his would-be lover to see his ex-girlfriend so Sam could get his illicit lover repaired?

...That was just too fucked up to contemplate.

Still though, the fact remained, what he knew about Barricade would fit in a human thimble with room to spare. Perhaps it would be wise to... carefully, ask one of the older bot''s a few well placed questions about the ''Con.


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“Hell no, Sam.”

“C''mon Mikaela, please?”

“Why should I?”

Sam absently fiddled with one of Cade''s windshield wipers. Cade and Bee were both parked in front of the garage doors of the car shop, but so far, this wasn''t going well at all. “Well, because, he''s my... well... I mean, he''s like... he''s...”

“...your boyfriend.” Mikaela finished the sentence for him, and while the statement held a sense of pure amazement, it was just that, a statement. Kaela evidently knew the answer as sure as she''d provided it to him.

“It doesn''t seem fitting to refer to a giant alien robot as anyone''s ''boyfriend'', but yeah, I guess that''s what he is.”

Sam stared at her almost defiantly, expecting judgment and even disgust. He was surprised when she just sighed and said, “Let''s get to it then.”

Mikaela didn''t seem comfortable discussing the details in front of Barricade, which suited Sam just fine, but the look she shot him promised the need for full disclosure at a later date.

Sam offered to help, but Mikaela declined. Sam''s job, it would seem, was to sit on Barricade''s hood and make sure he didn''t get any bright ideas about transforming and squishing his tiny organic doctor. This also, was perfectly fine by Sam.

Overall, he had say that he was proud of Barricade''s behavior. Mikaela would explain what she was about to do before she did it, and the most the Decepticon did was to shift on his shocks or grumble in slight discomfort. He gave no indication whatsoever that squishing ever entered his processors. After a few hours, Mikaela had him looking as good as new.

Sam watched her stand up and stretch, surprised by how little of an effect it had on him. She used to be the epitome of what he thought he wanted, and as little as a month ago he was pining after her, still hurt by their sudden break up, and now...nothing. Oh, he still cared about her, but strictly as a friend. Nothing more. The electric tingle he used to get just from looking at her was gone. Well, not really gone. Now the electric tingle emerged for a different person. For Cade.

Most disturbing.

“All that''s left is a wash. Why don''t you take him around back and do that Sam, while I start on Bee. You can come help me with him you''re done.”

Sam wasn''t entirely stupid. He''d seen the glances Mikaela kept throwing in Bee''s direction, and was quite sure that Mikaela was trying to get rid of him for awhile, probably so she could talk to Bee. However, he decided not to say anything and just do as she asked. He''d opened wayyy to many cans of worms today, and didn''t really want to try for another.

Besides, he liked the thought of giving Cade a bath.


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As it turned out, Cade liked the thought a little less than Sam. Actually, a lot less. Sam adjusted the hot and cold water, getting just the right temperature, and attached the pressure washer attachment to the hose. He took a few steps towards Barricade, and Cade rolled a few inches back. Another step forward, and he rolled another few inches backward.

“You''ve got to be kidding me. Surely you aren''t afraid of a bath.”

“All sorts of things live in water Sam. It''s really quite disgusting. I can''t believe you drink it.”

Sam rolled his eyes. A germophobic machine. Figure that shit out. “Cade, every time we''re together for more than like, five minutes you end up covered in cum. And yet, you''re backing away from water.”

“Well I know where YOUR fluids have been.”

Sam sighed. “Believe me, you''ll like it.” With that, Sam quickly blasted him with the pressure washer, before he could back away any further.

Barricade had to admit, Sam was right. The pressure washer was like a light massage all over his body, and the water, as disgusting as it surely was, actually felt pretty good. That didn''t stop him from shaking himself like a giant black dog on his shocks, effectively drenching Sam from head to toe.

Barricade immediately formed his hologram so he could laugh at Sam dripping all over the place. Granted, he was perfectly capable of laughing without the holo form, but well, the holo could point AND laugh, and that just made it more fun.

He heard Sam grumble something about ''giant assholes'' before going to get buckets of soapy water and sponges. After about five seconds of Sam rubbing him down with the sudsy sponges, Barricade decided it was worth braving the water for. It reminded him of the massage he''d gotten from Sam the day before, though not as intense, it was still no less pleasurable.

Sam leaned over the hood, working his way down to Cade''s grill. Cade ignored Sam''s squawk of surprise as he pushed him down and forward, his hips grinding into Sam''s ass while his hands when to the front of his wet jeans, tearing them open, one slipping into Sam''s boxers.

He was already hard, and that was perfect.

Cade yanked Sam''s jeans down over his ass, just far enough to let him gain entry. Within seconds, his already slick cock was at Sam''s entrance, pushing inside, and he used his foot to spread Sam''s feet as far apart as he could get them with his jeans hindering progress. He pushed Sam down, moving inside him with short strokes, staying deep.

Sam scrabbled for some sort of purchase on Cade''s soap-slick hood, but found none. He was completely along for the ride with no control whatsoever, and he bit back his groans, all too aware of the fact that Mikaela and Bee were just on the other side of the building.

Cade was also being quiet, and Sam turned back to look at him. His face was contorted with pleasure, completely caught up in what he was doing. Cade''s eyes flared bright red with his overload, and the car beneath Sam shuddered, sending vibrations racing up his cock, and the next thing he knew, he was coming helplessly and praying to God that Mikaela didn''t choose that moment to come strolling around the building.

Cade pulled Sam close, hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his head, while Sam hurriedly straightened his clothes. However, he didn''t have the decency to stand there and let Sam smack the shit of him, instead, he poofed into nothingness and chuckled the entire time Sam was rinsing him off.

Sam scowled at him, and smacked him on one of his tail lights. “I should have let that soap dry. And spot your paint job. And probably itch. You''d deserve it.”

Barricade just laughed harder.