Bits and Pieces of Transformers

Title: Sweet Fluff

Chapter: 1

Fandom: Transformers

Characters: Sam and Trent

Word Count: 714

AN: So this falls under my Bits and Pieces so no I’m not trying to hit a thousand words per chapter. >> So I hope you guys enjoy this. Yeah. Bye now.

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Why had he been the one chosen to go hunt down the more then likely buzzed Trent?



Sighing, Sam brushed a hand through his hair, frowning lightly to himself as he stood next to Trents parked car. He knew that the other man would come back to his car, nap, and then probably call someone to come pick him up if he was still buzzed. This time thought there had been Decepticon sightings in the area, so everyone was being called back to the base and Sam had been the closest one in range of Trent.



Bumblebee was waiting for him nearby as Sam lent against Trents car and thought about how the high school jock had learned about the Autobots. After the shit that had gone on in Egypt, Trent had hunted down Mikeala and in a fit of madness, the black haired woman had broken her contract and told him everything, dragging Trent to the base and blowing that secret wide open.



She was still under constant surveillance and had lost their respect along with no learning anything from Ratchet like she wanted to. She was still pissed about that, especially since Sam had taken her place as part of his training as the new human to Autobot liaison.



Trent on the other hand had been given a job as the linguistics expert, the man going to college to get his degree. It had been a year since that time, and every 3 weeks like clockwork, Trent would go out with some of his buddies from the base and either get buzzed or laid.



Shaking his head, Sam snickered as Trent strolled down the sidewalk, looking rather smug with himself. Sam had to say that the other had gotten lucky after having a few drinks. He only swaggered like that after a few drinks.



“Trent, man, come on! We have a call in!” Samm called out, getting a curious look from the other man. “Sightings, dude. Got to head home.”



“I see,” Trent hummed as he came up to the car, pulling out his keys and tossed them to Sam, eyes looking to the others hair. He always had a thing for the lanky male before him but he had never really admitted it to anyone.



After all, he had been a jock and later a real ladies man. Though, after hanging around giant alien robots where the male like beings outnumbered the female like ones somewhere at 12 to 1 really changed your thoughts on sex and relationships. Not that Trent would ever admit to liking Sam even now. He didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of agun after all.



Walking around to the other side of the car, Trent waiting for Sam to open the door before sliding in. Watching the other man, the brunet compared his latest score, a pretty little male, to Sam, finding the score lacking.  Of course he had been chosen for the simple fact that he came close to Sam in appearance.



Licking his lips, Trent settled in to enjoy the ride back to the base, feeling the drinks he had at the club really start to get to him, along with the semi-interesting sex. He was warm with the heater turned on, pleasantly relaxed and quiet ready to take a nap, even with a yellow car riding their bumper.



Now if only Sams hair would stop falling around his face, looking so damn soft and touchable, he would be able to.



Sending a glare at Sams hair, Trent shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out as the other man sent him a curious look at the glares being sent at him.



“So wanna tell me why you’re glaring at me?” Sam asked, curious and figuring that the other would be willing to talk to him in his half asleep state.



“No glaring at you,” Trent said, yawning as he nearly buried himself in his jacket. “Your hair.”



“Okay, so why are you glaring in my general direction?” Sam asked, a smile dancing on his lips.



“Glaring at your hair,” Trent slurred before yawning again. “Looks all soft and fluff.” With that said, the linguistic in training fell asleep, leaving a softly smiling Sam to drive them back to their base.