Drawn From a Hat: Transformers

Title: Saying Thank You
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 4
Pairing: Optimus/Sam
Category: Smut
Word count: 1,899
AN: Just as a note, Sam is 18. Well, over 18 at the moment. The universe this is set in is quite a bit different and yes, is an AU. When the actual story is put up, you’ll finally get it. Okay, this is for one of my sweet sisters, Jason, who is a Transformers writer on Fanfictionet.net. She had quite a few stories that she’s writing, but tends to bounce around on stories, much like me. I rather like Recall, even if it does borderline for me on a couple of subjects.

For AFF.net readers and reviwers: I just realized I never mentioned how to do this challenge in this round. I have three others (2 bleach, one round under Tales of a Broken Society and a Naruto) already completed.

Anyways, to make this short: Take 8 names. Draw them TWICE to make pairings. You get 2 redraws PER NAME just in case you can't do it. Should make 8 pairings. Write them under one of the tags (or all three): Shonen-Ai, Yaoi and Smut.

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Looking around, Sam nibbled on his bottom lip, making sure no one was around. it wouldn't do to have someone pop up a tthe most inopportune time after all. No one needed to know what he was going to do with the dean of Cybertronaian Private School A after all, despite the fact that everyone knew what went on behind closed doors anyways. Slipping into the office, he paused at finding Optimus napping on his couch. It was kinda cute, the way the man was sprawled out, hair curling and lying around his head.

It almost made Sam not want to bother him in any form but only almost.

Closing the door behind him, the young cross dresser locked it and made sure that the blinds were shut. He didn’t need someone popping up suddenly after all. That would ruin his fun after all.

Licking his lips, Sam perched on a chair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, watching the man nap and think over everything he had done since coming to the school. When Ratchet had told him them that he had taken a job as a medic at one of the two very exclusive schools out in the middle of no where, Bumblebee and he had worried that their social life and possible sex life would roll over and die, or in Sams case, never really go past Ratchet and Bee. But it hadn’t happened.

Their social lives were rather full, mostly hanging out with students, but also with the various teachers, from both schools. And now, it was time for Sam to thank Optimus in quite and interesting way. Megatron, the dean of the second school, had told him that it was rare that the long haired man took the time to stop and enjoy anything sexual lately. With that in mind, Sam had taken to planning just how to thank the man for inviting he and his family to come to the school.

A smirk flitted over his hips, Sam watched Optimus start to wake up, a yawn splitting his mouth as he stretched slowly. The younger male trailed his eyes over the tall, lean body taking in the subtle shift and play of muscle. Licking his lips, Sam shivered at the thought of what that body could do the power and creativity of Optimus behind it. He was going to have fun, he just knew it.

“Good afternoon, Optimus,” Sam chirped brightly, eyes glowing in anticipation. The older male blinked at him as he shoved his brown hair out of his face.

“Sam? What are you doing here? Not that it’s not a pleasant surprise,” Optimus asked, sitting up and lounging back into the couch, legs crossing and one arm resting on the back of it.

“Well, I wanted to thank you for the chance to come here while Ratchet works for you,” Sam replied, smiling sweetly as he moved to sit next to the bigger man. Curling his legs up, the younger of the two smoothed his skirt down, playing a bit with the dark blue fabric. Optimus’ eyes were drawn to the long fingers that occasionally brushed lean thighs and tanned skin.

“I see,” the dean said, dragging his eyes up from the temptation of the long legs that made him think very bad thoughts. He had to blink and worry about the too sweet smile that his student was sporting that was just barely tinged with something richer, something that sent heat curling through his body oh so slowly. “What are you planning?” he asked slowly, watching the smile curl into a lusty smirk. Optimus had to wonder how such a supposedly innocent male could give him such a sin filled look and start his libido running on high speed.

“Well, I’ve been talking with Megatron lately, and it seems you don’t stop to enjoy the finer things in life, including sex,” the cross dresser teased, mentally cackling at the flash of heat and spreading red on Optimus’ cheeks. It was looking very promising for the older man to loosen up and have a bit of fun.

“Megatron needs to stop spying on the school,” Optimus drawled, eyebrow twitching in displeasure. Sam just laughed softly, shaking his head with his smile turning sheepish.

“I kinda dragged it out of him. He hasn’t been spying since it’s rather obvious that you’re not having any fun. You’re to tense,” he said, pressing against the older male, reaching up and batting at a feather that hung from one braid. Pulling gently on the braid, he tilted his head up with a smug smile, eyes bright as he pulled Optimus closer. “Now, what are you gonna do if I said I wanted to go down on you before being screwed into your couch?” he purred, brushing their lips together, nearly jumping for joy at the soft growl and hand in his hair.

Arching into the strong body, he moaned happily as the brush became a press of lips, a clever, knowing tongue sliding into his very willing mouth, tasting every inch with a long, slow sweep.

The natural taste of Optimus slid over his tastes buds, dark but sweet. It mad Sam moan at the mix of his favorite tastes on the very talented tongue. Sliding his own over Optimus’, Sam slid into the mans lap, straddling it with his skirt pushing upwards. Large hands moved from his waist and hair, pushing his skirt up even farther to stroke over Sams’ skin.

The older male couldn’t believe that he was doing this, actually giving into the teen in his lap and the hips that were wiggling in his hold as he discovered just what kind of underwear were hidden by Sams skirts. Giving in completely and shifting to press Sam into the couch, he pulled his lips away from the sweet ones under him, purring softly at the rather dazed and aroused look. It was a sweet look that he knew would draw him back for more after this.

Rolling his hips down into the others, he growled at the groan of pleasure and the sparks of lust that shot through him. He wondered how it would feel if they did that when they weren’t dressed. With that thought, he pulled up off Sam and lifted one food, getting a curious look from his play mate.

“Need to get rid of your clothes,” Optimus purred, smirking at the widen eyes from the smaller of the two before the brown eyes flooded with desire. After that, it was only a few moments before all of Sams clothing were sitting in a pie nearby and Optimus was holding onto his desk as theyounger male worked on getting his pants undone. “Damn,” he husked as nimble fingers undid his button and sipper, belt already tossed aside. Sam paused for a moment, just staring in surprise at the sight before him.

“You go commando?” he asked, looking up, ponytail bouncing. He had to smile at the cough and blush he got from the older man, even as he tugged the pants down and off with Optimus’ shoes. “Good,” he purred happily, eyeing the length before him.

It would seem that nearly all the guys were about the same size, making Sam very grateful for that fact. Leaning forward, he lapped at the tip, tasting the dark sweetness that he had found with the kiss. Humming in happiness, he opened his mouth, taking the length into it, sucking lightly as he played his tongue over the hardness. One hand came up to stroke over what eh couldn’t fit, occasionally brushing over strong stomach muscles.

Optimus just clung to his desk as he watched plump lips and long fingers work his flesh, trying not to thrust into the wet heat that was teasing him so damn well. His hips twitched forward as Sam tongued the slit on top, drawing a moan of pleasure. Reaching down, he gently tugged on the soft hair, pulling Sam off his cock, growling as the younger male licked his lips.

Pulling his student up, he tossed the other onto the couch, watching Sam bounce before sprawling out, lean limbs glowing from his natural tanned color. Smiling as he drew his eyes over the body that he was going to enjoy having under him he hummed softly as he pulled out a drawer from his desk, removing a foil packet, which got a beaming smile from Sam, and a bottle of lube.

Walking over, Optimus dropped both onto the back of the couch, settling between his partners lean legs. Leaning down, he sealed their mouths together, once more sliding his tongue into a sweet, willing mouth as skin met skin, sliding together. The two moaned softly as hands started to explore, finding dips and planes that made the other press into the touch and make a sound of delight. The two finally pulled away from the kisses and touches, Optimus reaching for the condom and lube.

Tearing open the foil, he slid it over his length before slicking his fingers, reaching for the other with his clean hand and pressing one of the long legs up. Reaching down, he slicked the ring that was exposed before sliding his finger in easily, a smirk and low growl escaping him as the body before him bowed upwards. It didn’t take him long to open the other up, three fingers working in and out of the ring of muscles he wanted to take.

“Fuck!” exploded from Sam, his entrance tightening before relaxing again. Laughing quietly, Optimus pulled his fingers out of the willing body. Using what was left over, he made sure he was slick before pressing back into the others body, but this time with his cock. He hissed at the tightness around him as he gently worked his way in before pausing as he hilted. Same wrapped his legs around Optimus’ waist, trying to draw him closer. After waiting a few moments, the bigger of the two started to move, drawing out slowly to test Sams readiness before smirking and thrusting back in, starting a smooth pace of thrusting, the body under his jerking a bit with each one.

Moving one hand from its spot on holding Sams hip to wrap around the bobbing prick, the older male purred and stroked the other in time with his thrust, enjoying the yelp of surprised pleasure that he got, even as his thrusts got harder and faster. It didn’t take very long for the body under his to tighten and arch around him as white spilled over his head and Sams stomach. With three more hard thrusts, Optimus followed Sam over the edge.

Pulling out with a sigh of pleasure, he gently removed the filled condom as Sam sprawled out again, basking in the afterglow. Tying it off, he tossed the wrapper and condom into a waste basket, making note to empty it later. Flopping back, he pulled Sam to lounge over him, both of their heads mussed and falling around them.

“So, it this how you thank all the important people?” Optimus teased, getting a husky laugh from Sam.

“No. Just you and Ratchet mostly,” was the reply, getting a smile from his playmate as he relaxed.

Sometimes it was good to be dean. But he was still going to gut Megatron for stalking him again.