Author: albatross6
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, or locations from Transformers. Some company holds all rights to Transformers and this story is only created for pleasure, not profit.
Author's Note: Curious about Sam's “Treasure Chest”? You're not the only one… SamxBee …And yes, I've completely ignored Michaela and a lot of issues that holograms would have. Sorry. - A lot of my inspiration for Bee comes from Keelywolfe's Human series at http://keelywolfe.livejournal.com/424802.html#cutid1 - most recent update - (which is excellent and I suggest you read it asap) and the original prompt for Sam's “treasure chest” came from kay_koneko from Livejournal.
What's This?
It was a weekend where Sam's parents had taken a trip to celebrate their anniversary. Bee and Sam had been delighted at the chance to have free run of the house and no curfew, so had taken to the highway and pushed well beyond the speed limits to achieve pure exhilaration. Afterwards, they retreated back to the house to have dinner and Sam had gone inside and grabbed some sustenance. Bee was scanning the area from his position in the driveway and idly searching the World Wide Web for any more information on humans, especially human teenagers, when Sam came outside with a plate of food and a drink.
He felt a little lonely, Sam had explained, and he asked if he could have dinner in Bumblebee's seat, promising to be very careful not to spill anything. Bee was a little wary at allowing this, but the look on Sam's face convinced him to let Sam stay. They had talked, Bee asking questions about some information he found on the human world and Sam explaining as best as he could, being careful all the time to not spill any crumbs or liquid in Bumblebee's interior. A couple hours had passed and Sam was growing tired, but Bumblebee could sense his reluctance to go back inside the empty house. After a little consideration, Bee thought of a solution.
He could create a hologram to accompany Sam for the night, Bee informed his charge. It would still be Bee and they would be able to continue talking, and, Bee admitted, he was very curious to see Sam's home from an interior perspective. Sam was a little wary, but curious, and he agreed so long as it didn't harm any of Bumblebee's systems.
They had gone in the house and immediately Bumblebee's curiosity had spiked about many of the objects that his previous scans of the house had noted, but had not found an explanation for. He continued questioning Sam until the young man had shown signs of exhaustion and Bee guiltily insisted that Sam go get some rest. Bee was a little surprised when Sam asked Bee to follow him and brought Bee up to his room to sleep, saying that he would feel bad leaving his guardian alone elsewhere in the house.
Entering Sam's room however, Bumblebee's curiosity had exploded once more, and he began poking and prodding at the various things in the room. Sam had lain down on the bed to rest while he answered more of Bee's questions, assuring Bee at the same time that he wasn't ready for sleep, he just wanted to relax. Bee obliged, simply exploring the room until there was something that he couldn't figure out and would then ask Sam its purpose. All was going well and Sam's eyes were finally beginning to droop when Bee had asked,
“What's this?”
Sam had looked over at the small, black trunk open in Bumblebee's hands and promptly yelped and fell out of the bed. Startled, Bee had dropped the trunk and magazines and a few bottles had tumbled out across the floor, just as Sam had hustled his way over to close it. Completely flustered, Sam had started scooping up the items and babbling something about a treasure chest and privacy until Bee, concerned at Sam's quick heart rate, had insisted that Sam stop moving and calm down.
It took a couple minutes of deep breaths and some reassurance from Bee until Sam had calmed enough to achieve merely mild embarrassment. Still curious as to the cause of Sam's strong reaction, Bumblebee carefully formed his question.
“From the information found on the internet, it seems that at the teenage stage, many humans develop strong hormones and they release their tension by exploring sexual situations,” Bee said slowly, watching Sam's red face for any strong discomfort. “I assume that these are to aid in such explorations?”
A strained cough and a soft “yeah,” was Bee's answer. Encouraged by the response, Bee gently shifted through the magazines blazon with scantily clad women and the bottles of oils, not asking anything more while Sam regained his composure.
After a while, Sam's blush cooled and he chuckled a little, saying that his reaction was stupid and blaming himself for not hiding it away in the first place. Bumblebee bristled at this and firmly stated that Sam was not stupid and that it was his own fault for going through Sam's things without really asking. Sam just chuckled again, telling Bee not to worry about it and shifted back so that he was leaning back against the bed. Deciding that he had embarrassed Sam enough for one night, Bee began putting everything back into the trunk until he came across a magazine that had a different feature to it. On this one, there were two men on the dark cover, chests bare and wet, leaning into each other and a fraction away from a kiss. Bumblebee had observed some websites devoted to male sexual relations before, but had not explored any further. He didn't think that it would be relevant to his time here on the planet; however, if Sam had the magazine… his curiosity soared and Bee decided to ask again.
“Sam, what's this?”
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“Well… You see, that's… umm…” Sam sputtered. “Ah, shit.” He turned away, face bright, and rubbed at his neck. “I had forgotten about that.”
Bee flipped through the pages, studying each carefully. “You forgot the magazine or you forgot that it was here?” he asked.
He watched as his human turned even brighter. “Erm, both?” Sam gave an awkward cough and refused to look at Bee's hands.
“I see,” Bee replied, and returned to studying the magazine.
A few moments passed before Sam glanced at Bee's focused study. “Do you really have to look through that? It's kinda … irrelevant, isn't it?”
“Sex is a large part of your human culture, yes? I am trying to learn as much as I can about your world and your species.”
“How much can you possibly learn from a gay porn magazine?” Sam's tone was exasperated and a little on edge.
“Quite a lot, it seems. For instance, there seem to be many connected sensitivities between homosexual relationships and heterosexual relationships. According to the articles, humans continually seek the need for strong response and reassurance from their partners of either sex, and for the male sex there are many pleasurable aspects to their anatomy that homosexual relationships take advantage of, such as the prostate and…”
“Okay! I get it, you're learning!” Sam fell back on his bed with a groan. “How do I get in these situations? Honestly?”
Bee hesitated, “I did not intend to make you uncomfortable, Sam.”
His human turned on his side to look at Bee and gave a wry grin. “Rhetorical question, Bee, don't worry about it. Besides, I'm much more comfortable with you than if anyone else went through my things.”
A tingle swept through Bee and he looked over at his charge as the boy crawled back into the pillows. As Sam stretched, his shirt rose up to display his lean stomach with a faint trail of hair leading down to his baggy shorts. Bee admired the smooth skin and the relaxed look on the face of his human as Sam reclined back and shut his eyes.
He looked down at his own holographic body and contemplated the differences. They were of similar height and build, Bumblebee after all using Sam as a model for the basic features of the human form. However, Sam's dark hair was a contrast to Bee's own blonde head and his bright blue eyes reflected his Autobot form more than any human's could. He was as close to human as he could be, but yet, so different. How did Sam see these differences?
“What are you thinking about?”
Bumblebee blinked and looked up to where Sam was leaning over the bed and looking at him with mild concern. He had been quiet for some time now and Bee had thought that he might finally be drifting off to sleep. Apparently his charge was still having trouble sleeping, even with Bee here for company.
“Are you still having difficulty sleeping, Sam? I could play some music if you would like.”
“No, no, that's okay Bee,” Sam looked hesitant. “You just seem like you're off in the clouds… like you're not all here… If you need to drop the hologram, I understand.”
Bee started, “My processors are still running fine. I can stay as long as you need me, Sam.”
Relief and worry flickered over his face before Sam nodded shyly. “If you don't mind, then, I'd like you to stay.” Bee smiled, feeling warm at the look of his human gazing at him. “Actually… is there anything more you'd like to ask, Bee?”
Bumblebee looked quizzically at Sam, “I do not wish to bother you with more questions.”
His charge smiled, “Well, I like talking with you… and it's relaxing to listen to you… so if you have more questions about humans, then go ahead.”
“Can I ask a question about you?”
“Sure, Bee. What is it?”
He paused a moment. “Do you have an interest in other human males?”
Sam's mouth opened into an “oh.” In his concern for Bee, he had clearly forgotten what they had been doing before. Glancing down at the magazine still resting in Bee's lap, an echo of his earlier blush returned. Bumblebee watched patiently as Sam cleared his throat and made an effort to ground himself for a reply.
“Well… no, not quite an interest… just… Back when I first started paying attention to sex, I started hearing about guys and … other guys. I was curious, so I got the magazine and hid it with the other magazines I picked up.”
Bee considered this. “Did you like what you found?”
“I… didn't dislike it,” Sam admitted.
“Did you include other males in your explorations?”
“No!”
Bee tilted his head, “Why not?”
Sam looked away, his fingers pressing into the bedspread. “No way… people would have talked. It's not very well accepted to be homosexual for humans and, besides, I liked girls too, so… what's the point of having everyone laugh at me if I don't know what's what?”
Bee was silent for some time when Sam shifted and he looked up. Sam was biting his lip, and he didn't look at Bumblebee when he asked, “Do… does it bother you, Bee?”
“No! Not at all, Sam,” Bee reassured his anxious charge. “I am just very sorry that it had to be that way for you.” The relief that showed in Sam's face tugged at Bumblebee's insides. “Was there no one to be with who would keep it a secret for you?”
Sam snorted, “Hardly. Every minor scandal is spread throughout the school in a matter of minutes. Not to mention that there are very few people I would trust enough to…uh…be intimate with. I haven't even told anyone I would consider it, even in a joke.”
“I'm the only one who knows?”
“Yeah.”
Bumblebee looked with new awe at the young man. That Sam trusted him enough to share this with him… “Thank you, Sam.”
Sam just smiled and shrugged, laying his head down on the bed. His fingers traced the patterns on his bedspread and he asked with some hesitation, “Is it… is it the same for Autobots? I mean, you guys don't really need to procreate or anything… so do you even have those types of relationships?”
Bee considered this. “We have been at war for so long that there hasn't always been time to create such a bond with another, especially with all of us separated across the galaxies. Such bonds do exist, however. When an Autobot cares strongly for another their Sparks react to each other and they are connected from then on. A lot of the time the connection is closer to what you consider “friendship” here on Earth, but there is a genuine pleasure from being near your Spark mate.”
His charge hummed agreeably and relaxed deeper into the bed. Bee's scans showed that Sam's body was indeed physically exhausted, but his neural activity was still so strong that it was distracting him from truly resting. Puzzling over how to aid his human, Bee decided that he would have to find a way to distract Sam from whatever thoughts were going through his head. He considered Sam's possible reactions to what he was about to suggest and while there was a fairly large chance that the young man would react poorly, Bee was not the type of Autobot to back down from chance.
“Do you find this form attractive?”
Sam's whole body started and he swung his wide eyes over to Bee's. “What?!”
“Your world has not given you a chance to fully explore who you are. If you find my form attractive and you are willing, I would like to offer you the opportunity to experiment with male relations,” Bumblebee explained, watching Sam's jaw drop with some amusement.
“Bee… I, no, I couldn't,” Sam stuttered, shifting into a sitting position in agitation.
Feeling a twinge of something, possibly disappointment, Bee suggested, “I could change my form if you do not find this one desirable.”
“No! No, Bee, that's not it at all,” his charge reassured. “You are very attractive.” There was some satisfaction to be found in watching Sam's face redden after realizing what he said. The young man pushed past his embarrassment, however, to further explain, “I mean, I can't just use your form like that, just out of some curiosity. It wouldn't be fair to you.”
It warmed Bee's spark to hear Sam's concern for him and he told Sam, “I have no objections to aiding you in this, Sam. I offer it freely.”
He watched the struggle on Sam's face as his charge digested the offer. Finally, Sam slipped down off of the bed to sit directly in front of Bumblebee. Looking in his face, Sam asked, “But what about what you want, Bee? It's one thing to say you don't mind, but if it's not something you want, then it's not something I want either, you know?”
Bee looked into the earnest face of his human, his Sam, and felt a rising warmth in his spark. This human was incredible, to accept the Autobots and see them as more than machines, to befriend them and care for them… and Bee realized, he did want this. To be close to Sam as humans could be…
Bee strengthened his sensors to replicate the feeling of human touch as closely as possible. He reached out his hand and held Sam's soft cheek as he leaned towards the surprised and slightly tense human in front of him. “And if I want this too?” Bee said softly. He watched Sam's eyes flicker and felt the rapid change in his pheromones, suggesting surprise, nervousness …and a growing arousal. Bee could not hold back so he closed the distance and met Sam's lips with his own.
Sam's lips were soft, Bumblebee discovered. When feeling Sam's body and his hands as a Camaro and in his Autobot form, Bee realized that human skin was tender. But he didn't know how the flesh could be molded to press just so against him, or how pliant they would be to a swipe of his tongue. He didn't know how his skin could tingle upon hearing Sam's slight gasp that faded into a moan, or how the warmth inside him would increase at seeing Sam's eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Enjoying the sensation and feeling the encouraging response in Sam, Bee turned their first kiss into a series of deeper, hungrier kisses, exploring Sam's mouth to the fullest extent. His hands soon followed his lips' intentions, drifting to map Sam's arms, his chest and his back. One arm found a firm purchase wrapped around Sam's waist as the other trailed down to trace patterns over his charge's thigh. A loud moan signaled Sam's positive response and his own hands slowly ventured up and down Bumblebee's back, pressing Bee closer into him.
Finally, Sam had to breathe and he shifted back only to bump into the side of the bed. Glazed eyes looked up in surprise. In his enthusiasm, Bee had moved Sam into a splayed out position, with the young man's legs bent on either side of Bee and Sam's grip around him as the only support holding his charge upright. Brown eyes blinked at blue and he watched plump lips move to state, “Wow.”
Feeling his own lips twist into a very human “smirk,” Bumblebee answered, “Quite.” Without expounding further on that, he dipped down to claim those lips in another kiss, not as insistent but still deep. Withdrawing slowly, Bee's smile remained when he felt Sam angle towards him to keep the contact as long as possible. Leaning back, Bumblebee allowed his charge to fully catch his breath.
“Was that to your satisfaction?”
Sam mock-glared at his guardian. “What do you think, you smug 'bot? Jesus,” he leaned back against the bed frame and rubbed a hand over his flushed cheek.
Bumblebee let out a laugh, feeling a heady mixture of pleasure and pride. If he had even imagined that being with his charge like this would feel so wonderful, Bee didn't think he could have held back for a moment. Half the pleasure was in knowing that he was making Sam feel the same way, and the strength of the human sense of touch was quite a bonus… Bee looked slyly at the young man in front of him.
“Would you be adverse to continuing?”
“Yes! …I mean, no!” Sam groaned in frustration and reached out to grip Bee's shirt. Pulling him forward, Sam breathed out, “Don't tease, Bee,” and proceeded to kiss him in Sam's own whole-hearted manner.
Enjoying the touch for a moment, Bee pulled back to promise, “I won't.” He then proceeded to pull Sam up, his Autobot strength showing as he tossed Sam onto the bed with ease. Seeing Sam spread out on the bed prompted a strong response in Bee, and he felt his “insides” clench at the trust and desire that he saw on the human in front of him. He took a moment to record the image of Sam and send it to his main processors, burying it deep into a part of himself. He would treasure Sam's trust and made a strong vow to himself to never betray that trust, willingly or not.
Sam reached out and tugged the bottom of Bee's shirt. With a smile, he told the Autobot, “I think this has to go.”
In barely a blink, Bumblebee stopped maintaining the clothes of his hologram, smiling at the startled expression on his charge's face followed by an admiring, curious look. Shifting onto the bed and leaning over Sam, Bee responded, “I think yours must go as well.”
Distracted, Sam slowly lifted his shirt until Bee could no longer resist and leaned down to lick at the exposed chest. Sam took a sharp breath and fumbled with the shirt. Seeing his plight, Bee took a moment to reach up and rip the fabric right off of Sam before returning to his exploration of Sam's skin. With wandering fingers and a nip near the nipple, Bumblebee had Sam squirming beneath him; the fabric of Sam's shorts brushing against sensitive skin. Bee's fingers moved down to open the shorts and he felt Sam tense up as he drew down the zipper. Pausing for a moment, Bumblebee pushed himself up to look seriously at his charge.
“We can stop if you feel uncomfortable, Sam,” Bee assured him, feeling a tinge of guilt at pushing this so quickly. All of his research had indicated that most human relationships moved slowly and they were anything but slow right now. Yet, it felt so good to be with him, to be with his Sam…
Sam was already shaking his head. “It's okay,” he told Bee. With slight hesitation, Sam reached down to grasp the top of his shorts. He inched them down his legs and Bee's processors followed each movement with care. Finally, Sam lay naked before him, so vulnerable and so trusting. After taking a moment to appreciate the view of delicate, flushed skin, Bee turned to press his lips against Sam's in a tender kiss. He felt the acceptance and pleasure in the human below him and he whispered back to reassure them both, “It's okay.”
Bumblebee returned to exploring the skin available to his touch. He licked his way down Sam's neck and nipped at the skin where he could feel Sam's pulse fluttering, producing a moan from his charge. A slow hand trailed its way down the expanse of Sam's lean stomach to drift through the curls above the part of him that was demanding attention. At a drawn-out moan, Bee recalled his promise not to tease and grasped Sam's cock in his palm. The gasp and arched back was Bumblebee's reward. He began to lightly pump at the straining skin and reduced Sam to unintelligible exclamations.
The pulse beneath his tongue was racing now and a hand ran up his shoulder with a firm push back. Bee rolled on his side to look at Sam, who was looking tense with need.
“Bee,” he breathed. “I…”
“What do you need, Sam?” Bee asked, his voice deeper. “I'll give you anything you want.”
Sam shuddered and his hips automatically jerked into Bee's lingering palm. “I want… I want you to feel as good as I do right now,” Sam implored. His hand reached to brush over Bee's own erection and the Autobot shivered at the touch. “Do you know… what to do to…?” Sam's voice trailed off.
Automatically, images of downloaded information assaulted Bumblebee's processors. Information that he hadn't imagined using before and a part of him was amused at his own eagerness now. Bee took a moment to sort out the data and replied, “Yes, I can talk you through it.”
Surprisingly, his young charge shook his head. “I'd like you to… if you'd like.”
“Sam, I don't want to hurt you…”
“You won't.” Sam's eyes were filled with desire, trust, and something deeper.
“But…”
“Shhh.” Sam held a finger to Bumblebee's lips. “I know it's not comfortable the first time, but there's nothing I'd like more than to feel you…”
Bee pulled Sam's hand away and ducked down to kiss him. Sam's hand turned to clasp his own tightly and he caressed Sam's tongue with his own, trying to express everything within that contact. He pulled back only to move down the bed and make sure that Sam enjoyed this.
Running his firm hands soothingly down Sam's sides, Bumblebee took a moment to just breathe over Sam's erection, enjoying the shudder that ran through his young charge. Slowly, carefully, he licked up and down the sides, his hands mimicking his tongue over Sam's hips. A breathy gasp of Bee's name told him more than anything that his soon-to-be lover was relaxing into the sensations. One hand drifted around over a smooth thigh and Bee focused away from his current prize long enough to produce some lubrication over his fingers.
Bumblebee used his other arm and shoulder to nudge Sam's leg into an open, bent position. Sam caught on and carefully moved so that his legs were cradled around Bee's form, making himself open to Bee's ministrations. In return, Bee wrapped his lips around Sam's head and sucked. This elicited a strong cry from the young man as well as a grasp to the covers beneath him.
Thoroughly distracting Sam, Bee's task was made easier on the first breach of a single lubricated finger. The penetration caused no more than a pause in Sam's breathing. Sam's passage clenched around him and Bee moved his finger back and forth, trying to stretch the way a little. A helpful note from the magazine was recalled and Bumblebee curled inside Sam to find just that spot…
Sam arched up with a shout, “Ahhh!”
Rising up from Sam's length for a moment, Bumblebee smirked at his charge. “That… is what you learn from a gay porn magazine.”
Catching his breath, Sam rolled his eyes and looked down at the smug Autobot. “Fine, read all the porn mags you want, you sneaky… oh!” he trailed off as Bee brushed against his prostrate once more.
The next time had Sam pushing down on Bumblebee and his guardian decided to carefully add in another slick finger. This one was a little more awkward and Sam wriggled for a moment before the sweet spot was hit. Bee returned to his duty of driving Sam to the edge, only to slow down and back off when he felt the young man about to burst. Panting, Sam groaned as he missed his orgasm for the third time.
“Bumblebee,” Sam pleaded in a husky voice that made his skin tighten. “Please, you said you wouldn't tease…”
“I can't take you unprepared, Sam,” Bee reassured, shifting forward to crouch over Sam. Looking into Sam's darkened eyes, he promised, “It will be worth it.”
By now, Bumblebee had added a third finger and the muscles around him were beginning to ease to the intrusion. He leaned down to lock his lips on the soft lips of his Sam, his dear, brave, wonderful Sam and gave a few more solid thrusts before easing out. The protest from Sam was caught on Bee's tongue and came out as a moan. Sam's hands had ventured off of the covers and the loss of stimulation had them reaching up to his guardian.
Pulling back, Sam begged, “Please, Bumblebee…” He lifted his hips to press against Bee's in invitation, making the Autobot hiss with pleasure. Bee looked down with some exasperation.
“So rushed.” Shaking his head, he told his charge, “It will be easier for you if you turn over.”
Sam shook his head, “I want to see you.”
Bumblebee took that in for a moment. His information told him that it wasn't impossible, but that the first time could be difficult and that the most comfortable way to begin was for Sam to turn over. Looking at Sam's endearing face, however, made the offer so very tempting…
“No, Sam. I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary,” Bumblebee said firmly.
Disappointment and denial were both present on Sam's expression and Bumblebee rapidly considered how he could erase that. An idea enflamed him, but some uncertainty remained as to how Sam would take it. His feelings would not dampen, however, so Bee spoke, with some hesitation,
“Perhaps… next time?”
It was a delightful agony, to watch the slow change from disappointment to contemplation to acceptance and joy. Sam's delighted smile brushed away the tension that had sneaked into Bee's shoulders as though it had never existed. He felt the most wondrous pinch of human delirium when he heard Sam whisper, “Yes. I'll hold you to that.” The motions of Sam turning over, of edging his knees up into place, of placing himself carefully and sliding into a warmth so tight it was amazing - all drawn into a blur in Sam's acceptance. “Yes.”
He brought himself back to reality by caressing Sam's back and hearing the responding groan of pleasure. There was some tension remaining in the shoulder blades, but Bumblebee had been careful and there was little true pain in the discomfort. Bee draped himself over Sam's back, pressing a kiss on Sam's neck and pushing deeper into the young man's body. They both moaned out their delight and a whisper from Sam had Bee beginning a rhythm.
Each thrust had Bumblebee sinking into a heat and softness that he could only describe as “Sam.” He had never felt more connected or attached to his charge than as he was feeling Sam's muscles clench around him and the little noises that Sam let out helplessly. His whole world centered down to Sam at the sweet whisper of his name,
“Oh, Bee!”
This time, Bee did nothing to prevent the buildup from stretching onward and he angled himself to hit Sam's prostate with each stroke, determined that his charge feel as much pleasure as possible. Sam pressed back against him urgently and Bee reached around to pump at Sam's erection in time with his movements. With a strangled cry, Sam spilt onto Bee's hand. Bumblebee rode out for a few more thrusts before the pulsing muscles around him pushed him into his own body's release. Moaning out Sam's name, Bumblebee felt the pinnacle of connection in the shared pleasure between Sam and him.
A few breathless moments after they were both spent, Bumblebee tugged Sam to the side and lay down to rest. Bee allowed Sam's ejaculate to sink into his processors, allowing his programs to analyze everything that Sam was made of and to dry his hand so that he could wrap his arms around his young human in comfort. Tucking Sam closely to his chest, Bee smiled as he felt Sam turn over and snuggle into him. There was a lot of promise in this situation; Bumblebee would definitely be exploring the room in holographic form more often.
“Bee?” A murmur drew Bumblebee's attention back to the human in his arms.
“Yes, Sam?”
There was a pause and Bee could feel Sam's heartbeat slowing down and his body going into sleep status. “You… you're incredible… Thanks for everything… Bee…”
Bumblebee pressed a kiss to Sam's head. “No, you're incredible, Sam,” he replied, but Sam was already drifting off.
Bee evaluated his sensors and determined that he had enough power to stay through the night. Holding Sam in his arms, he replayed the evening in his processors with pleasure. He let out a low chuckle as he realized how glad he was that he never held back from his curiosity.
And he would relish every opportunity to ask Sam, “What's this?”