Study Break
Pairing: Sam / Bumblebee
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This was originally intended to be a sequel to "Adaptations of Love," with plans to post it once A.o.L. was finished. Since we've decided to discontinue A.o.L., we figured we might as well post this for you guys to enjoy. Hope you like!
Summary: Sam's been studying really hard for his midterms, and he needs some downtime. Bumblebee is more than happy to provide.
Study Break
By Nightmare and Winged Dreamer
Author's Note: This was originally intended to be a sequel to "Adaptations of Love," with plans to post it once A.o.L. was finished. Since we've decided to discontinue A.o.L., we figured we might as well post this for you guys to enjoy. Hope you like!
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To Sam Witwicky, there was no better place in the world than Bumblebee's room in New Tyger Pax. The Autobot dorm walls were thick and soundproof, meaning they could do whatever they wanted without being overheard by their neighbors. And while most Autobots kept their rooms mostly bare, personalizing them only in what sorts of tools they had and the few Cybertronian artifacts they had managed to keep after the war, Bee's room was anything but bare. One entire corner had been modified into an approximation of a small studio flat for Sam, complete with a kitchen counter with the essential appliances and a bathroom just barely big enough to hold a bathtub. On the brief section of carpeted floor, two free standing closets held clothes for Sam and for Bee's human construct. Next to them was Sam's desk and bed, though the bed was more often used for more exciting activities than sleeping.
Outside of Sam's corner, every wall was covered from floor to ceiling with laminated posters. Rock band posters, alternative band posters, classical art, modern art, movie, comic book, animal, even sex position posters - anything that had caught Bee's eye on all the trips he and Sam made to poster stores. Glow-in-the-dark posters of constellations littered the ceiling. Sam's favorites were the sex position ones, but Bumblebee was the only one allowed to know that. In stark contrast to the walls, Bee's desk and table-like bed were completely bare, save for his computer and the tools used in daily maintenance. Sam had yet to convince his best friend and lover to collect desk toys along with posters. He swore that would change over time.
It was in this space that Sam and Bumblebee spent most of their time. Sam had been given a townhouse up in Fort Pax on the surface, but he hardly ever used it, preferring to live in the underground city with the Autobots he had sworn to serve when he had accepted Optimus Prime's request to be the resident human ambassador, acting as a buffer between the Autobots and the American government. Granted, until he finished his law and diplomacy training, Sam wasn't actually considered the ambassador. Fortunately, Defense Secretary Keller had gotten the government to look the other way and not assign a temporary dignitary until Sam graduated from college.
Two years into his college education, Sam had just started to dive headfirst into classes that actually pertained to his major, and he was already overwhelmed. Some days, only his own determination to uphold his promise to Optimus and Bee's encouragement kept him going. At least Bumblebee was able to help him study.
"I don't care if we're almost done with this section," said Sam one night before a midterm, dropping his pencil and resting his forehead on his notebook. Handouts, books, and notes littered the floor around him in a cloud of information. "I need a break. If I look at one more policy definition, I think my eyes are going to fall out."
Strong hands settled on tense shoulders and began to knead just before Bumblebee's construct straddled Sam's lower back. "You're not going to do yourself any good if you're not absorbing the information anymore. It's time for a break," the Asian looking young man murmured in agreement and squeezed at the tension-knots where Sam's shoulders met his neck. Hot breath ghosted over one sensitive ear. "Stretch out and relax."
Humming quietly in appreciation for Bee's glorious hands, Sam shoved his notebook away and set his cheek down on the cool metal floor. It was almost sinfully easy to relax under his lover's skilled touch. Cracking one eye open, he glanced at the silvery Autobot lying on the floor beside him and smiled. Soon after their relationship had started, they had agreed that whenever they were alone, Bumblebee would shed his camouflage form for his natural Cybertronian form. Not only was it more human-looking, it was damn sexy in Sam's opinion, and he loved seeing Bumblebee as he was supposed to look.
"Feeling any better?" the voice in his ear purred at the same time that Bumblebee himself asked the same question.
"God, yes. Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Tension fled Sam's shoulders with every press of Bee's hands, quickly turning his muscles limp.
"Good." The construct at his back hummed in appreciation of the hard won muscles beneath his hands. His human charge and lover had acquired them in the few years since he'd taken Mikaela's advice and begun maintaining Bumblebee (in all of his various forms) the same way that she maintained Swerve. They were his muscles as far as Bumblebee was concerned, made by his body as much as by Sam's. Hands trailing down loosening back muscles, Bee leaned forward, pressed his thumbs into the middle of Sam's back on either side of his spine, and dragged his tongue up the back of Sam's ear, nipping the tip before pressing a kiss to his lover's neck just below the earlobe. "Maybe… if you got your mind off of your studies for a little while… you would better absorb the material?"
Sam met Bumblebee's bright blue optics and grinned encouragingly. "If you're trying to give me an excuse to throw down with you, you're succeeding. Keep talking."
"I didn't know you actually needed an excuse to… fuck your lover." Bumblebee's low, accented voice paused just before profaning to nip the side of Sam's neck, knowing that Sam knew it was coming just like he knew that it turned his human on when he did. Electric blue optics brightened just a little with amusement as they stared straight into warm brown eyes. It had taken Sam a long time to encourage the more punkish side of his alien lover out of the proverbial closet and progress was slow, but at least the progress was there.
"I don't, but it's fun to have one sometimes. Of course, my favorite excuse is still that you're distracting in the best way and sexy as hell." Voice growing husky, Sam shifted beneath Bee's construct until the Autobot's "human" extension lifted just enough to give him room to roll over onto his back. "Keep talking," he requested with a grin, in the mood to be seduced.
Resettling himself on Sam's stomach, Bee slid purposeful fingers up Sam's solid chest. Deft fingertips found pert nipples despite the barrier that was Sam's T-shirt and Bumblebee immediately began to play, tweaking, pinching and rolling the nubs of flesh with a wicked and knowing grin. His Sam loved to be played with, adoring pets and scritches as much as any feline.
"It's only been a day, but I already miss your touch. I miss the feeling of you…" the construct mumbled as he tongued and mouthed Sam's throat, "…inside of me, filling this body in a way that that one can never experience. I miss the way you touch me - both of me while I suck you or while you fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Sam. Right now. Just like this."
Moaning, Sam arched into Bumblebee's touch, his words alone enough to fan the ever-present spark of desire within Sam. "God," he gasped, latching his hands onto Bee's muscled thighs, holding him in place as the human rubbed his already growing erection against firm ass. Numerous memories of Bee's beautiful body as he rode Sam's cock flashed in his mind's eye, making Sam all the more eager to bury himself in that slick, perfect heat. "You know… there is more than one way for me to be inside you." He gave the Autobot beside him a meaningful glance.
"Too true," came the response from above them and Bumblebee's construct grinned as his Autobot self rose to his feet. In less that a minute the yellow paneling had reappeared on Bee's frame, Camaro pieces and parts emerging from near-fluid metal. Still within the one minute mark, Bumblebee went from towering Autobot soldier to flashy yellow Camaro, the thousands of tiny alterations taking place too gracefully for the eye to follow. The second the Camaro sat on all four wheels, the passenger door popped open and the front seat fell forward on its own.
Sam wriggled out from beneath Bumblebee and helped him get to his feet, yanking him close for a breath stealing kiss. "I wonder if I can make you overload," the human murmured against wet lips with a grin. After the construct had overloaded once due to raging emotions, Wheeljack had stubbornly adjusted the sensitivity of the sensors. Now it was almost impossible to send the construct into emergency shutdown, but that didn't stop Sam from trying. And it was time to try again. Capturing Bee in another passionate kiss, Sam pushed him towards the eagerly waiting Camaro. A little fumbling and a lot of pawing got them into the backseat, where Sam promptly pulled Bumblebee into his lap as he fondled the warm leather beneath him with one hand. "Strip for me."
Bee grinned, a flash of perfect white teeth in the dimness of the interior of the Camaro's backseat, and straightened as much as the ceiling of the cab allowed. Catching the hem of his T-shirt, Bumblebee lifted the fabric inch by slow inch, slowly revealing smooth olive skin to hungry brown eyes. It seemed a blessed eternity later that the T-shirt found its way onto the driver's seat. Tossing messy black hair off his brow, Bumblebee reached out to cradle Sam's jaw in his palms and stroked the right corner of his lover's mouth the pad of his thumb. "Don't stop," he pleaded, certain that Sam hadn't even realized he'd stopped stroking the leather seat beside his thigh. "Please."
Nodding absently, caught in Bee's alluring gold eyes, Sam ran rough fingertips along a couple seams in the dark leather. The seat beneath him shivered faintly as the body in his lap gasped quietly. "I want to feel all of you," whispered Sam, aching for their clothes to be gone so he could feel Bumblebee all around him. Tracing the seams again and again, he leaned forward to quickly swipe his tongue along his lover's mouth.
"Yesss," the construct hissed, very nearly following that slick, teasing muscle right back into Sam's mouth. Luckily, he caught himself before actually caving. Sam wanted him to strip, and strip he would, but he wouldn't be alone. "Your shirt," Bumblebee purred before leaning back against the shoulders of the front bucket seats and the console between them. It wouldn't have been a very comfortable position for a normal human being in the tiny space afforded them, but it suited Bumblebee just fine. His ass remained on Sam's thighs, his hands free to open his fly and ever-so-slowly push his pants and boxers down, and Sam got to greedily look his fill as lithe muscle flexed beneath silky skin.
His shirt vanished somewhere in the front of the Camaro, instantly forgotten, and Sam grabbed what remained of Bee's clothes. Together they wrestled the pants free of the construct's legs, releasing the slightly alien scent of his musky arousal into the small cabin. Strong hands grabbed double handfuls of firm ass, pulling up, and Sam bent over to run his tongue over Bee's defined stomach. The olive skin already shone with a faint sheen of sweat, tasting both of salt and the natural lubricant all Autobots produced to keep their joints fluid. A quick squeeze of ass substituted a verbal order for Bee to stay right where he was and Sam quickly undid his own fly, shoving his pants down to his knees as his mouth moved down to Bee's straining erection.
Faux muscles shook with the strain of holding his hips aloft, but every lick, every nuzzle, every hot puff of breath against oh-so-sensitive flesh was worth it. Letting loose a long soft groan, Bumblebee let his head fall back on his shoulders and spread his thighs wider, loving the feeling of his own feet finding purchase against the back of the seats on top of the sensation of Sam's bare ass against the leather. "Primus, yes," he gasped as his lover's mouth neared his hard and leaking cock.
Sam wrapped his lips around the head of Bee's erection, briefly, briefly sucking on the head before leaning back into the seat. Hot brown eyes sought hooded gold as Sam squeezed his lover's ass again. "What do you want, Bee?" he purred, voice rough with desire. "Suck you? Rim you? Fuck you right now as you are?"
A wicked smirk turning up one corner of Bumblebee's wet lips, the construct came forward, ass forcing Sam's hands to his own thighs as the Asian youth wrapped strong arms around Sam's neck and licked at his ear. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered hot breath right in Sam's ear. "But like this." The bucket seats dropped forward as Bee wriggled away from his lover, turning his back on Sam. Kicking the human's feet apart as he turned, Bee spread his own legs wide so that a knee rested in the foot space on either side of the console he now braced his forearms on. Tossing his unruly bangs out of his eyes once more, Bumblebee glanced over his shoulder as the engine revved harder and louder, vibrating the plastic masquerading as leather beneath his elbows. "And hard," he finished, lifting his ass.
Mouth watering at the delicious sight of Bumblebee wanting a hardcore fucking, Sam scratched his nails over the shivering leather beneath him to hear his lover's engine rev all the louder. "Hard, huh? I think I can pull that off." Grinning, he kicked his pants completely off and reached to clasp firm hands on Bee's hips as he scooted forward. Strong teeth chomped down on gorgeous ass, beginning a trail of bites and hot, messy licks that followed the construct's spine all the way up to his neck. Chest to back, Sam sucked on Bee's racing pulse as he wound one arm around his lover's waist, the other hand slipping into the crack of Bumblebee's ass to finger his already wet entrance. Sam groaned and sucked harder, thrusting a couple fingers in and out of his lover.
If Sam hadn't been so close, the groans coming from the construct would have been lost in the gunning of the Camaro's engine. Pressing back into Sam's long, lean body, Bumblebee spread his legs as wide as he could and gripped the front edge of the console so tight his knuckles whitened. The sensation of double action was familiar now, but it never failed to catch him up, overlapping pleasures in his processors, his sensors sparking with an added layer of emotion. Sam, his wonderful, amazing human, Sam loved all of him and the knowledge that no part of Bumblebee was off-limits to his partner's love and caresses dragged Bumblebee's pleasures to new heights every time they rutted, every time they mated, every time they made love. "Primus, yes. More," Bee heard himself moan and the construct blushed at the wanton note in his lust-roughened voice, the engine quieting just a bit in mild embarrassment. His responses to his human lover still surprised him sometimes, though those times were growing rarer as the months drifted by.
Noticing the slight change in Bee's engine, Sam chuckled breathlessly and nibbled on the base of his jaw. His lover's lingering shyness at his own passion even after two years of a very active sex life never failed to amuse Sam, and it was just one more thing on the always growing list of reasons why he was so very much in love with this amazing alien. "I love it when you moan for me, Bumblebee," he whispered into a beautiful ear, lips smiling against the graceful curve. A quiet, obscene slurp accompanied the pulling out of Sam's fingers and the human lined up his aching cock, slamming home with barely a pause. His lusty cry of, "Oh, god, yes!" rang in the already loud cabin. Sam could never get used to just how hot, wet, and perfectly tight Bee's ass was for him every single time, and he never wanted to get used to it. Knowing it was impossible to hurt his lover, Sam didn't pause. Before he had even realized he was moving, the young man was thrusting in and out of Bumblebee as hard and fast as he could manage.
Arching his back and forcing himself back on every thrust, Bumblebee whimpered and moaned, panting as Sam pounded into him. Nothing in all of his nearly seven million years of life had ever felt as wonderful as Sam's cock sliding in and out of his trembling body. Nothing made him feel more alive. Nothing made him feel more loved. Mostly unaware of the words spilling from his lips, Bumblebee mumbled around whines, whimpers, moans and gasps a mantra of "I love you. More. Please. Primus, I love you. Fuck." Desperately reaching back, blunt nails raked along Sam's side as Bee sought frantically to pull Sam in deeper, encouraging him to thrust harder.
Already Sam could feel the edge fast approaching, spurned on by the stress of his studies and the addicting cries of the perfect body beneath him. It was too soon, much too soon to cum. Forcing himself to stop hurt, but Sam did, panting with the strain. "Bee…" Licking his lips, Sam slowly peeled his chest from Bee's back. Shaky hands pulled the construct into his lap as he eased himself onto the back seat, never once severing their connection. Tanned arms wound tightly around Bumblebee's waist, putting them back to chest once more, and Sam groaned as the different angle generated a whole new suite of sensations. Putting his chin on his lover's shoulder, the human gazed down at Bee's weeping dick. Determined to drive them both insane with need before he started moving again, Sam brushed his palm against the hard flesh, grinning savagely when Bee shuddered.
Sweaty naked Sam against the sticky leather of his backseat. Sweaty naked Sam against his own sweaty, naked back. Two hearts pounding and one spark throbbing with the desire to preserve these sensations, the feeling of Sam rooted as deeply in Bee's body as he could get, mimicking the depth to which the human was rooted in the Autobot's very soul. Moaning, Bee let his head fall back and rolled his hips, pressing into the palm in front of his aching cock while simultaneously rubbing Sam's cock into his own emulated prostate. The piling sensations made the construct whimper and the Autobot-turned-Camaro's engine gun long and hard. "Sam…"
Bee's whimper made Sam tremble with need, as did the ass writhing in his lap, rubbing his cock against velvety hot slickness. Wrapping his fingers around Bumblebee's erection, Sam began a slow pump, pulling moans and gasps from his lover as he would music from an instrument. "So beautiful," he whispered into Bee's ear. "I love you so much, Bee."
"And I… oh! I love you… Sam Witwicky," Bumblebee gasped and arched into Sam's touch. It was absolutely amazing how this human could bring about such strong reactions in Bumblebee, and the Autobot would never forgot these moments for all of the rest of his existence. "More than I can ever tell you."
Wet lips smiled against the base of Bee's jaw. "Why don't you try to show me?" Releasing the construct's dick, Sam dropped his hands and raked his nails over the leather of the backseat. "Ride me," he husked in order, turning his head to swipe his tongue along a seam.
The body in his lap shuddered, and no sooner had the shudder ended than was Bumblebee readjusting himself. Leaning forward, he braced his palms on the console in front of him, found sturdy footholds and lifted himself up along Sam's throbbing erection. Almost immediately be pushed back down. The rhythm he chose was fast and hungry, punctuated with the occasional flex of powerful muscles and the soft, breathy grunts and gasps.
Sam's groans of pleasure were almost loud enough to rival the purr-growls of Bumblebee's engine. Tossing his head back, the young man roughly kneaded the seat beneath him as his hips lifted of their own accord, driving his cock deep into Bee's ass every time it came down. Sitting inside Bumblebee while being inside Bumblebee… it was enough to drive him crazy. It was driving him crazy. Chanting Bee's name between every breath, Sam closed his eyes, dug his nails into firm leather, and let himself drown in sensation.
Bumblebee knew the very moment that Sam completely let himself go. It was in his vitals and in the way his hands started flexing spasmodically against the leather of Bumblebee's back seat. It was also in the way he just threw restraint to the wind and let himself go, picking up a fantastic counterpoint to Bumblebee's rhythm. Knowing the end for his lover was nearing fast, Bumblebee increased his pace. He shuddered hard as that thick, jerking cock slammed into him over and over again, the sensation sending tingling sparks of pleasure over every simulated nerve. The end wouldn't be far off for him either.
It didn't take long before the very familiar sensation of his balls tightening alerted Sam to his inevitable fall, and this time there was no way to stop. Shaking hands desperately grabbed Bee's hips and yanked him down into Sam's lap, holding him there as the human shot his release deep into the construct's eager body. A faint echoing in the cabin told Sam that he had screamed. Panting, he slumped against the backseat and ran his hands around Bee's hips to his stomach, caressing the trembling skin just above his still-straining erection. "God, Bee…"
Huffing, desperately trying to pull in air, Bumblebee reclined against Sam's boneless body and grinned. "I love the way you scream when you cum," the construct panted and twisted to give his lover a sloppy kiss. "Let me up."
Sam gave Bee's stomach one last caress, then released him. He eagerly watched as Bee eased himself off his softening dick and shifted until they were facing each other. Grinning, Sam grabbed his lover's hips and pulled him closer to press a kiss to the head of his wet erection.
"We need to get out of the car." Gentle fingers laced through darkened, sweaty hair, Bumblebee hissing with pleasure at the contact between his lover's lips and the weeping head of his cock.
"Alright." Just to be a tease, Sam licked Bee's slit, then pushed him towards the open door.
Climbing out, the construct turned, offering a hand to help Sam out as well. "On the hood," Bee gently ordered and moved forward to hop up and scoot to the middle where he leaned back against the windshield. The hood beneath his butt and thighs was hot and vibrated with every now-quieter rev of the Camaro's powerful engine. Tanned legs spread and Bumblebee gestured for Sam to come to him.
Licking his lips in anticipation, Sam crawled up onto Bee's hood until he could plant his hands on either side of the construct's hips. He stole a fast, messy kiss, leaving them both gasping. A predatory grin gracing his wet mouth, Sam slid down his lover's body until he was face-to-cock with Bee's erection. Knowing just how close Bee was to the edge, the human wasted no time in deep-throating him.
Deft fingers found a strong grip in Sam's hair and the construct beneath him let out a soft yelp of pleasure, but it was the pair of hands that slid up Sam's back, down under his armpits and back down Sam's front that probably had the majority of the human's attention. Bee's grip tightened in Sam's hair to hold him to the throbbing aching dick in his mouth. "Don't look," he hurriedly ordered. "Just… trust me."
Curious brown eyes gazed up at him, actually heating up at the presence of another body. Sam had no idea who it could have been - there was no way into the room except for the Autobot-sized door, and that hadn't opened since they had come back from Sam's classes - but he trusted his lover, knowing Bee would never let someone they didn't know into a situation like this. And hey, if Bumblebee wanted to experiment with a threesome, then Sam was more than all for it. Purring around the erection in his mouth, Sam wriggled backwards a little bit in encouragement for whoever was behind him.
The construct beneath him let himself go at that moment, sliding down the windshield a little as he threw his head and back and sank into the sensation of Sam's mouth surrounding his erection. He could feel the cum of his partner starting to seep from his entrance accompanied by a small portion of his own lubricant. Cracking open his eyes, Bee watched his doppelganger pop open a tube of Astroglide over Sam's ass, letting out a sharp gasp as Sam used just a tiny bit of teeth. Human males disliked teeth on their erections most of the time for obvious reasons. Bumblebee had no such qualms and, in fact, delighted in the occasional scrape on sensitive flesh. Eyelids fluttering, he let his consciousness drift a little further into his second construct as it lubed up its own erection and then added more lube to its fingers before laying a clean hand to one pert ass cheek. Planting the ball of one foot on the bumper of the Camaro, construct number two leaned forward until its words brushed Sam's shoulder. Thankfully Sam's eyes were still locked on the first construct's face. He would know Bee's game after this, but Bumblebee thought that was for the better.
"Spread your knees a little farther a part, Sam. I need your ass lowered just a little bit."
Sam paused at the familiar voice in his ear, then released Bee's cock to throw a disbelieving yet hopeful glance over his shoulder. And gaped at the second Bumblebee that stood behind him. It took Sam a couple rounds of looking from construct number two to construct number one to the hood of his lover before it sank that yes, this was real, and it was the hottest thing Bee had ever thrown at him. Arousal quickly building once more despite his recent orgasm, Sam turned smoldering eyes back to the first construct. "Oh god, I fucking love you," he husked, trembling faintly with the force of his excitement.
Eagerly spreading his knees as the second construct had asked, Sam dropped a sloppy kiss to Bee's hood right between his stripes. The first construct slid down the metal to meet him, and sticky wetness marked Sam's trail as he made his way up the Camaro's hood until he was at Bumblebee's groin once more. Slick fingers traced his asshole just as he began to lick Bee's heavy balls and the human let out a deep moan.
Throwing his head back at the swipe of slick, hot tongue on his sensitive sack, Bumblebee let out a moan fit for hardcore porn and re-tangled one set of fingers in Sam's slightly-longer-than-usual hair. At that moment, Bee decided he would tell his human - in the morning - that he wanted Sam to start wearing his hair this long all of the time. He really enjoyed being able to grab and hold Sam to his cock like this. Even if Sam was the one making all of the motions, it made him feel like he was that much more in control.
Behind Sam, Bumblebee watched in avid fixation as one finger slipped straight home. Sam was already loose enough for that much just through arousal and muscle memory. Apparently, Sam was enjoying this two Bumblebees at once idea very much indeed. Carefully, Bumblebee offered up a second digit to the hungry entrance and met just a little resistance. Foot falling to the floor once more for balance, Bumblebee's second construct licked a long, thick swipe up Sam's right buttcheek, squeezed his left hip and started working his fingers in and out of his lover's spasming hole, scissoring and rolling the digits just the way Sam liked it most.
Strong fingers brushed against his prostate and Sam groaned his pleasure, the sound reverberating through to the thick cock in his mouth. His own dick began to swell once more, demanding attention with a dull throb. Trembling with the need for more than just a couple fingers, Sam released Bumblebee from the circle of his lips and glanced over his shoulder. A wriggle of his ass as he leaned back into the touch made it clear what he wanted. Damn taking the time to stretch and prepare, he was prepared enough. "Bee… Please, Bumblebee."
His pressure sensors told him that while Sam was nowhere near as stretched as he would have liked, the human could take Bumblebee's aching cock without injury. Extracting his fingers, the second construct grabbed tightly to Sam's hips and lined himself up for the plunge. Sometimes Sam liked it hot, heavy and fast, and if the human's impatience was any indication this was one of those times. "You stopped," the two Bumblebees breathlessly accused in stereo. The one beneath Sam placed a hand to the back of his head and pushed ever-so-carefully in encouragement, wanting desperately for Sam to resume. The construct behind him rubbed his cockhead up and down over Sam's slightly gaping hole, waiting impatiently for Sam to actually continue blowing his doppelganger before penetrating him.
Able to take a hint, Sam pushed the legs of the Bee in front of him farther apart and deep-throated him once more, paying particular attention to the throbbing vein along the erection's underside. He pressed against it with his tongue just as the construct behind him thrust into him and Sam's throat shook with a loud moan. Grabbing Bumblebee's heavy sac in one hand, he reached back to grab firm ass with the other, encouraging the Bee behind him to take him hard and fast.
Both constructs played right into Sam's hands, the first arching off the hood and crying out with pleasure while the second tightened his hold on Sam's hips and began to pound into the human hard enough that his knees squeaked a little on the hood as Sam slid an inch forward. Tripled sensations made Bumblebee's processors spin, but he held tight to his control. This was for Sam and damned if he'd ruin it because he couldn't keep two constructs and his internal systems together. "Like that, baby?" the one behind him asked. The one before him was a lost cause, writhing and scrabbling at the hood with clawed fingers and kicking heels. Sam gave really good head.
A hum that could have been a, "God, yes," rumbled low in Sam's chest. His mind positively melted by the tripled presence of his lover, the young man could only focus on giving as much pleasure as he was getting. It wasn't hard to bob his head along the cock in his mouth in time with the cock slamming into him from behind, or to squeeze the hand on Bee's balls also in time. Barely able to hear his own moans over the music coming from the construct before him, Sam slipped two fingers into his mouth alongside Bumblebee's erection, getting them nice and slick, then shoved them into the tight channel he had orgasmed in not that long ago, aiming straight for the prostate.
It took a second thrust of those two digits, but when they struck home, Bumblebee's first construct screamed and exploded into Sam's mouth. The construct was nothing if not accurate, and it was fully equipped right down to imitation semen to perform for an "audience." Curling up around Sam's head, Bumblebee's hands pressed the back of Sam's skull as his hips rocked into the boy's face. The orgasm lasted far longer than even Bumblebee himself could have predicted, and then the construct was letting him up, pushing him off and slowly dispersing. The construct behind him, however, was nowhere near gone.
Pausing just long enough to move his hands from Sam's hips to the tops of his thighs just above his knees, the remaining construct pulled back, yanking Sam's legs out from under him. The closing of Sam's legs was heaven, but the only response from Bee was a low, breathy moan before his hands slid up to grip the tops of Sam's thighs just below his hips. For a moment, he stood there, enjoying the view of being buried deep in Sam's body.
"Can you turn over like this?" Bumblebee huffed after a second's observation. There seemed to be enough room between his own legs and his bumper for Sam to twist around at least halfway.
Sam pressed a messy, cum-filled kiss on the Camaro's hood. "Maybe I want to stay right here," he purred, voice husky from desire and swallowing Bumblebee's orgasm. "Maybe I want to rub my dick all over you until we both cum again."
Behind him Bumblebee hissed. Beneath him Bumblebee revved hard, making the hood vibrate and grow hotter. "Do it," the construct commanded and the fucking resumed tenfold.
It took a little scrabbling, but Sam managed to pull himself up Bee's hood enough so that his throbbing erection rubbed over hot metal with every thrust from the construct behind him. The vibrations of his lover's engine went straight to his aching balls, yanking moans out of him that almost rivaled Bee's revving. Sam panted against yellow metal, kissing it as if it could kiss back. It wasn't long before one particularly accurate hit to his sweet spot sent Sam into oblivion with a hoarse scream.
When Sam finally came to, the construct was sprawled across Sam's back, squishing the human between the hood and his solid, faux body. Cum dribbled slowly from Sam's mildly gaping hole since the construct had pulled out seconds before he finally collapsed, only to replace his softening cock with stroking, caressing fingers that smeared the hot white fluid around the shuddering ring of muscle and dipped inside to tease Sam's prostate with feather-light caresses.
Groaning quietly, Sam wriggled a bit against Bee's fingers. Aftershocks rippled across his skin, maintaining pleasure without being overwhelming. "God, I love you," he murmured with a sated smile.
"I love you, too," the Bumblebee mumbled into his lover's shoulder and dropped a kiss where the words had been. The first few lines of the chorus from "I Knew I Loved You" by Savage Garden drifted out of the Camaro's interior. "I'm sorry, Sam, but that took a lot out of me. I need to recharge."
"That's fine. Transform back, please?" Sam slowly lifted himself up onto his elbows, giving the construct time to move off him.
The presence at his back vanished, allowing Sam to get unsteadily to his feet. He was no sooner up than the Camaro was backing away just enough to give himself room to Transform. As the Autobot emerged from his camouflage, he reached out, catching Sam up in one gentle hand and rising to his full height. "You are very, very addicting," the Autobot informed his lover as he rolled his neck and worked his shoulders, the last of his transforming parts falling into their places with soft clanks. "I may have to do that again very soon."
"I am all for that," said Sam with a grin, petting the hand that held him up. Sleepiness blanketed his face, making his eyes droop in drowsy content. "After a nap and a shower. Why didn't you ever tell me you can do two constructs at once? Can you do more?"
"Two is my limit to date, and that has taken me lots and lots of practice to achieve. It has taken me a very long time to be able to maintain them both, but I will admit this was sort of a test run to see if I could do so under… duress." Moving slowly, Bumblebee ambled over to the slab that served as his bed and settled back upon it, remotely commanding it to tip back until he was horizontal. Sam found himself gently set on Bumblebee's now smooth, silver stomach, the Autobot losing his camouflage as the "bed" tipped backward. "Comfortable?"
"Mmm, yes." Sam yawned and kissed a seam in Bee's paneling. "Wake me up in a couple hours so I can keep studying," he requested as he curled up partly on his side, partly on his stomach on the soothingly warm metal. Bumblebee's stomach was his favorite place to sleep and it only took him a couple seconds to settle comfortably. Within a couple minutes, Sam was sound asleep, a small smile on his lips.
Fin