Discovering Sexuality

 

Title: Discovering Sexuality

Fandom: Transformers

Pairing: Sentinel/Sam

Part: 5

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AN: This is being posted now instead of last Friday due to me posting three Bits and Pieces under the Fix Him (or Avenger’s Minis) title. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy.

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Looking up from his ‘pad, his eyes blinking, Sam gazed around him as he tried to brush off the feeling of being watched. Bumblebee looked up and chirped in question as he put his own data pad to the side.

 

“Nothing, Bumblebee. Just thought I was being watched again, that’s all,” sam said, shaking his head with a frown tugging at his lips. Picking up a pile of papers, eh padded towards the copy machine, sending the memos through one at a time.

 

“I see,” Bumblebee replied, watching the young man move. “Sentinel has gotten his holoform installed finally by the way.”

 

“Really?” Sam asked, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. “It’s only been two weeks since he was revived,” he chuckled, getting another low chuckle from the yellow mech. “Is he following after Ratchets and Ironhide’s example or is he following ‘Jack’s example?” he asked.

 

Ratchet and Ironhide had both gone with showing their ages, in their 40’s or there about. Ratchet was pretty good looking, with brilliant blue eyes and black hair streaked with green. Ironhide had the same blue eyes but his hair was the same rich black as Ratchets but instead of green, gray was sprinkled through. Their faces were as strong as their bodies, Ratchets leaner while Ironhide had a few scars on it.

 

Wheeljack, one of the older mechs and best friends with Ratchet and Ironhide, had gone for an earlier age for his holoform, around 30 in age. His hair was straight white with a few streaks of various colors.

 

“A mix of both actually. About 35, no older then 38,” Bumblebee said. “Not to bad looking. I saw him tasting some coffee that Will had made for him.”

 

“That sludge? I bet you that his taste buds were revolting from it. So I take it that Ratchet finally worked out all of the bugs in the nanites?” Sam asked, tilting his head back to look up at his guardian and friend.

 

“It only took him two years since we’ve landed on Earth,” was the smart reply. Sam snickered and placed the copied memos aside, starting to make copies of his complete paperwork.

 

“Still amazes me that you guys can eat in that form,” he hummed, moving the piles of paperwork onto his desk.

 

“I find myself thinking that I will never drink any drink that Lennox makes in any form or way,” Sentinel cut in, stepping inside with a smile on his lips. Sam squeaked and jumped, his papers flying everyone, glaring as he gathered them.

 

“You’d think that you guys would make more noise when you’re in that form,” the young human grumped. The two Autobots chuckled as they smiled at each other before turning back to Sam. “But no, you guys can move like frigin’ ninjas. I have enough problems with Bumblebee popping up, Sentinel, I don’t need you doing it.”

 

“I’ll keep that in mind, young one,” Sentinel said as Sam decided that he needed some candy. Puling out a new candy bar he broke off a small piece. An optic ridge cocked upwards as he sat back and nibbled on it, the rest being stashed away as he moaned happily.

 

“That’s one of the gifts that Sam was given. He has a small box of the best chocolate you can get without breaking the bank so to speak. It’s rather good, but he doesn’t share with others,” the younger mech explained. “He only eats a bit at a time, about half a bar a week while the rest sit in his personal mini freezer.”

 

“He’s quite popular, isn’t he?” Sentinel asked, his optics watching Sam closely.

 

“Yeah, especially with the fact that he’s so damn smart. He’s working to learn both human medical practices along with Cybertronian medical practices. Or at least enough to help when needed and only when he can,” Bumblebee said, a sound much like a snort filtering through his vents. “Sam only has time for the most part because of the nightmares that won’t let him fall back asleep.”

 

“That’s too bad. At the least he is putting that time to good use,” the larger mech mused.

 

“That’s what I told them,” Sam said as he continued to enjoy his chocolate.  “Ratchet still grumps at me about it.”

 

“He grumps at everyone,” Bumblebee teased, getting a dull look from Sam. “Finish your homework and we’ll show Sentinel around the town.

 

“Sounds good to me,” Sam drawled, going to do that.

 

Three days later found them on base again, Sam hiding in his room, Sentinel keeping a close eye on his signature and the rest of the Autobots snickering about the mechs antics. It was like watching a puppy with a new master.

 

Sam though was starting to grumble about the random tingles that came from the scans done by the new bot. Putting his book aside, he left his bedroom intent on finding coffee, tugging his pants back up as he walked, stopping dead at the sight of Sentinels holofrom sitting at the table with Epps.

 

Drinking coffee of all things.

 

Dark blue eyes stared at him from under neatly kept gray streaked brown hair, long fingered hangs that had small scars going from the tips to up under the buttoned up shirt sleeves wrapped around a mug. He was built like a line backer, strong and lean, much like Epps was and the clothing that he was wearing was tight but not so much so that his movements were hindered.

 

The first time that Sam had seen his holoform, he had barely stopped himself from pouncing the man, Bumblebee teasing him afterwards. He suspected that Sentinel had decided to start stalking him about that time, especially since the mech had damn near glued himself to Sam.

 

“Hey,” Epps greeted, his black eyes glinting in amusement as Sam gave him a dry look, moving to pour himself some of the coffee.

 

“I thought that you were busy, Epps,” Sam said, pouring the coffee into his favorite mug before adding some cream and sugar. Sitting down, he raised an eyebrow at the black man as he held up his coffee cup.

 

“I’m on break, my man. I invited Sentinel here to have some real coffee, since I knew you had a pot prepped,” Epps said, Sentinel chuckling lowly when Sam grumbled at him.

 

“Jerk,” Sam huffed, Epps flashing a white smile before he finished off his coffee.

 

“I should head off,” he stated, standing up and rinsing his cup in the sink. Sam hummed as Sentinel continued to enjoy his coffee, eyes trained on Sam. Once Epps was gone, the young human turned his eyes to Sentinel over the rim of his cup and cocked an eyebrow.

 

“Why are you stalking me?” Sam finally asked, brown eyes intent on the holoform before him. Sentinel merely smiled as he put the cup in his hands down.

 

“Me? Stalking?” Sentinel asked, his face arranged in an innocent look.

 

“Yes, you, stalker,” Sam snorted. “Don’t give me that innocent look. You can’t pull it off as well as Bee. And I know you are. You keeping popping up everywhere I’m at.”

 

In the last three days, Sentinel had indeed been damn near everywhere Sam was, at least when he wasn’t busy with everything he was working on. Sam had noticed that the only time he was alone was when he was in his room or when Sentinel was working.

 

“Do I? I don’t believe that I truly noticed,” was the reply.

 

“Don’t bullshit me,” Sam snorted, waving a finger at him, his eyes dancing as he enjoyed the banter between that was constantly happening between them and the young human enjoyed it quite a bit.

 

“I am not, as you say, bullshitting you,” Sentinel chuckled, Sam smiling and shaking his head in amusement.

 

“I don’t believe you but I’m not gonna push you on it,” he said, standing up with his coffee cup. “For now at the least. I’m going to go clean out my closet though. I have more clothes then I can shake a stick at and I need to get rid of some of them. There’s a charity drive on top of that.”

 

“So I’ve heard. I believe that there are several bins around base that are quickly filling quickly,” Sentinel mused, eyes taking in the sweet smile that flitted over Sams lips.

 

“Yeah, everyone’s been pitching in and I finally have a few moments to get through my stuff. Weed it out, so to speak,” Sam said, tossing him a teasingly angry look. “Especially since I don’t have a stalker following me around now.”

 

“Again, I have no idea what you mean,” Sentinel drawled, watching as Sam headed to his room. Watching the lean body move in a way that was purely SAM, the larger mech finished off his cup before enjoying a second, adding a bit more sugar to add to his energy stores.

 

Once he felt he was ready, a plan solid in his mind, Sentinel stood up and washed his cup, following Sam back towards his bedroom. Finding that the young man had put on something heavy in flutes and drums, probably Celtic, Sentinel smirked and closed the door behind him, locking it. Moving away from the door, he found Sam with a small pile of clothes already and fingering several ties that had been looked around a hanger bar.

 

Sentinel smirked and waited for Sam to finally notice him.