Coming clean

Sorry, I couldn't resist more car/girl action! :P I'm such a perv! (If you likee-please review or rate!)


The sun’s warmth contrasted with the cool water on Barricade’s armor. And on top of that, the soapy sponge June drew over and over his external plating. “How are you liking your first Earth-style car wash?” she teased.

“Get me some place no one can see me and I’ll show you,” he muttered.

“Oh, no. I’m not done with you yet.” She swatted his rear quarter panel with a chamois. “Next, we need to wax!”

He endured the waxing. That’s all he could say about it. The small circles of applying the wax, and the presence of June’s body, bending over, brushing against him, and then the slow, sensuous way she polished off the wax…he was ready to take her there in the driveway. What made it worse was she knew exactly what she was doing to him, this time. He could tell by the little smile on her face, or the way she bent over so her chest rested on his hood just a little too long.

“Done yet?” he snarled.

She winked. “Yeah, I think we’re done.” She shut off the hose and walked into the garage. He rolled in after her. “No,” he said. “WE are not done.” He blurted a command to the garage door opener. It rattled down behind them. When he was sure he couldn’t be seen from the street, he transformed. “Very cute,” he said, sourly.

“What’s cute?” she said, blinking in false innocence. “Oh did I miss a part?” She picked up the still damp sponge. “Here, perhaps?” she swabbed over his interface access hatch. He flinched.

“No…..,” he glared at her.

“Come on, cleanliness is next to godliness. And you’ve been a very very dirty boy.” She giggled.

“Cleanliness my camshaft,” he said, but didn’t stop her from opening the hatch. She teased her fingers along his interface module, whose ready lights were green lit and pulsing. He knew she was teasing. The fact that she accepted his strange desire for humans made her teasing endurable. Only just.

Then her fingers slid past the module and to his access port. He shivered as her fingers traced the sealing collar, prodded gently into the connector. “Stop that,” he whispered. But he didn’t move to stop her.

“Don’t you ever, you know, want it this way?”

“No,” But he couldn’t stop his ventilation from picking up.

“Well, I mean, maybe not the whole energon thing, but,” she swirled her fingers around the sealing collar, “it certainly seems like you’ve got some sensation down there.”

“Unimportant.”

“Really? Doesn’t work for you at all? Ever, you know, do anything with it?” She looked up at him, biting her lip. Oh Primus, she wanted to know. Not to judge him for it. She couldn’t even know how perverse a question she was asking. Well, if she didn’t find it disgusting…. “Occasionally,” he said, shortly. “Not very often.”

“Show me?” A question, not a command. She was leaving it up to him. Well, how far did he want to go? How far did he feel he could let her in? He released air in a rush. “All right.” He settled himself on the floor, leaning against the wall of the garage. “I warn you that this doesn’t do a thing to siphon off desire. When I am done, I will take you. And it will not be gentle.” Fair warning.

Her eyes glowed. “Yes,” she said.

He swiftly plugged his module into the access port. “Like this,” he said, tightly. His already-green-lit module began pulsing in the socket. He ground his dental plates together to calm himself down. Force the datastream to a less heady push.

“Oh, my….” June breathed. Just when Barricade thought he was going to make a decent demonstration of this, she touched him, running her warm hands over his module and the edges of the access port. That pushed him beyond any self control and into overload. He felt his body stiffen against the wall and floor, shivering through the energon uptake cycle. He groaned. Was there no end to his perversity? First a xeno. Then self-cycling. For the xeno. He lunged at her, pushing her down to her back, just like last time. His hands tore away at her jeans, ripping them open, with a shriek of tearing cloth. “I warned you,” he said, fumbling for his module, “This will not be gentle.” He hesitated, looking down at her, waiting to see the signs of disgust or fear on her face. Instead, all he could see was the look of arousal—lidded eyes, parted lips. “Yes,” she said, softly, parting her legs for him.

He thrust the module into her access port. Last time he’d tried to hold back, not hurt her. This time, he wasn’t sure he could do that if he tried. He was glad he’d warned her. His datastream pulsed hard against her flesh. “Oh,” she breathed. He bent over her, watching her face. He didn’t know himself if he wanted her face to reflect pain or not. All he saw was desire. She reached up and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek plates, her tongue dancing along his labial plating, her fingers hard against the cables of his neck. Timidly, he brushed her tongue, then her mouth, with his own glossa. Her eyes widened, but in surprise. He pressed her against the floor, in this strange mis-matched kiss. Her tongue swirled around his larger glossa. He could hear muffled moans trapped in her throat in rhythm to the pulses of his datastream. Faster than he wanted to, he overloaded again. She broke free from the kiss with a scream as she reacted to and against his overload. He felt her strange, alien access port throb against his module.

He returned to awareness with June placing soft little kisses along his jaw. Still no rejection. Could he do anything that would disgust her?

“Warned you it would be rough.”

She laughed against his throat. “You did.”

“You…okay?”

“I’m fine,” she smiled up at his face. “I worry about you.”

“About me?” He sat up.

“I think you’re too hard on yourself. You can’t change desire. Your other guys seem, well, really repressed.”

“Really.”

“Yeah,” she propped up on her elbows, sweeping one hand through her tousled hair. “Nothing wrong with pleasure. You’re not hurting anyone, right? Not like you get off on someone’s pain. So what’s the big deal?”

“It, uh…I don’t know. We just know what is normal and what is…unnatural.”

“If it’s so unnatural, why would you be able to do it so easily?”

He had no answer. “You, uh, you don’t think what I did was…disgusting?”

“Are you kidding me? That was insanely hot. I’m only sorry it doesn’t make you feel any better.”

“Are all humans like you?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m old. And when you get old, you stop worrying about stupid rules and figure, if it makes me happy, and it’s not hurting anyone, everyone should just shut the fuck up about it.”

“I must not be that old, then.”

“I think you just don’t accept yourself.” She winked. “We’ll work on it.” Her hands went to her access port. “Now, can you…?”

“Oh, right,” he reached over. Her smaller hands couldn’t get a grip on his module as easily as he could, and it was an odd angle for her. He withdrew it slowly. She gave a fluttering sigh.

He reached for the sponge she had dropped to clean the module when he noticed streaks of red mingled with the blue of his energon. “I hurt you,” he said, accusingly. “You lied to me.”

She sat up. “Didn’t hurt me. It happens sometimes. Honestly. Even with other humans. It’s no big deal.”

“It’s blood!” He felt his pistons clutch. He had hurt her. She had lied to him. And all that talk about ‘if it doesn’t hurt anyone’—just an insult.

“Barricade,” she said, sharply. “You either believe me, or you don’t. Make your choice. But we’re not going to argue about something you can’t possibly answer.” She stripped off the remains of her jeans, and reached for a pair of coveralls. She turned around. “Your choice?”

Why would she lie? Why would she say it didn’t hurt if it did? “I—I believe you.”

Her face softened. “Good. If this is supposed to continue,” she gestured with her hand over the garage, taking in the whole situation of…them, Barricade suspected, “we have to trust each other. Especially being so different.”

Trust. Did he trust her with his secrets? Did he trust her with his own perversity. He could lose so much. But still. “June,” he murmured. When she turned to look, he kept her gaze as he extended his glossa and licked the tip of the module, tasting her sweetness, the salty metallic of her blood, and the musky oil of his own overload. His eyes drifted closed. “You want trust?” This is me. This is who I am. The disgusting pervert. All of it.

He forced himself to open his eyes and look at her. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. “Oh my god that is so hot,” she breathed, running the words together.