BreakBee Week

The air was warm with energy and happy cheers. It smelt of fast food and burned rubber. It was the annual Iacon 500, and Breakdown smirked as he began his stretches. He looked to his left, expecting a little yellow bot also doing his stretches before his smile fell.

Oh… he forgot.

Bumblebee couldn’t participate in this year’s race because of an injury he sustained in their last race. The road they were practicing on was unexpectedly slippery and after swerving, he fell off the cliff.

Breakdown had transformed so quickly that he felt dizzy but pushed it down to race after him.

He remembers the horror he felt when he saw Bumblebee’s leg and pede twisted in a way that it should not be facing.

It was a couple weeks ago and Ratchet had said that Bumblebee wasn’t allowed to transform until his leg had completely healed meaning he had to miss this year’s race.

It was honestly pretty heart breaking seeing Bumblebee’s reaction to the fact he couldn’t participate in this year’s race. They were both looking forward to it too…

But he had mostly gotten over it.

He was even healing along better, he was no longer bound to berthrest and crutches, only needing a cane to get around.

He had to leave earlier than Breakdown to get a front seat for the event and Breakdown spotted the mech sitting by the railing, smiling and waving him over.

Breakdown broke away from the rest of the participants to jog over to him, looking up for once at the yellow bot. He jumped on the railing and hoisted himself up so he could be closer to him.

Bumblebee looked down at him smirking, cane resting against the rails.

“Well this sure is a change of scenery,” he joked.

“Yeah? Well don’t get used to it Bug, after I win this race, it’ll be you looking up at me.”

Breakdown felt his cheeks heat up as he bantered with Bumblebee, looking up at his soft blue optics, but he attributed that to the heat and energy before a race. He hoped it wasn’t noticeable, that would’ve been embarrassing.

Bumblebee looked at him with half lidded optics. “Y’know you have to win this one right? Since I can’t participate and all, you have to represent me.”

“You're doubting me, Bee?! Of course I'm winning this one.” They both ignored the grumbles about arrogance from the mech sitting next to Bumblebee.

Bumblebee laughed, a beautiful bright sound that made Breakdown’s face flush even further. He tried to deny it but who is he kidding? He’s been in love with Bumblebee for as long as he can remember.

His best friend has annoyingly burrowed his way into his spark and refused to leave.

But… he’s never worked up the courage to confess, for all his flirting and teasing, he’s always made sure it came across as joking. Besides, he’s pretty sure Bumblebee didn’t feel the same way about him, and why would he? He’s perfect, he deserves someone worthy of him and Breakdown definitely isn’t.

But he couldn’t break tradition, after hearing the announcer call all participants to the starting line, he suddenly got an idea.

He turned back to Bumblebee and smirked.

“Good luck kiss for the road?” He charmingly asked, cocking his head to angle his cheek to Bumblebee.

He saw his optics widen and mouth slightly fall ajar, cheeks flushing dark gray. Cute.

Breakdown barked out a laugh at his reaction.

“I’m just messin’ with ya, Bee. No need to look so-“

He felt a soft pair of lips press themselves against his cheek.

His normally slack optics widened to their highest setting, faceplates now blazing so hotly that’s he sure that Bumblebee felt it heat up from where he was-!

The kiss lingered until Bumblebee drew back, optics half lidded and soft. Breakdown stared at him, spark thundering in his chassis.

He didn’t even know he tried to follow after him like a lost cyberpup until Bumblebee stopped him with a digit to his face.

“If you win, I’ll give you another one.” He promised with a little wink. Breakdown’s pretty sure his processor needed rebooting.

The announcer overhead cheerily stated that the race will start in 5 kilks.

“You should head back, don’t wanna miss your chance at winning.” Bumblebee said, cheeks flushed. Breakdown dumbly nodded, not trusting his vocalizer to spew static and embarrass himself.

“Oh and one more thing-“ Bumblebee cheerfully said before pressing one more kiss between Breakdown’s optics.

Oh Primus.

“Good luck, Breakdown.”

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It wasn’t even a fair race, he almost feels bad for his competition but he’d be lying to himself.

Breakdown won, of course. He’s pretty sure he set a record on speed but he doesn’t care about that right now.

He smiled prettily for the pictures and shook hands with the mech who handed him the trophy, but it doesn’t compare to the prize he’s been looking forward to all race.

He swiveled his head around to spot said prize but couldn’t find him.

A pang of frustration shot through his spark as he pulled up his comms.

Designation: *Breakdown: ::Bee? Where did you run off to?::

Designation: *Bumblebee: ::Front entrance, meet me there.::

Breakdown broke off his comm to run lightly jog to where Bumblebee was and sure enough, he was there, leaning against the entrance’s walls.

He looked up and blushed when he spotted Breakdown, pushing himself off the wall and shifting his leg, cane in servo.

Breakdown felt himself get more and more giddy as he jogged closer to Bee.

Primus, the things this little mech does to him…

Bumblebee shyly smiled at him, looking up at him.

“ I heard you broke a record for the fastest speed ever recorded.”

Breakdown grinned down at him, “Well, I had a good incentive, speaking of…” and pointed towards the cheek that hasn't been smooched yet.

Bumblebee huffed slightly and beckoned Breakdown to lean down. He did so and patiently waited for his kiss on the cheek. It never came as Bumblebee cupped his face and leaned in close, so close that Breakdown could feel his hot vents on his face.

He stopped half way, letting Breakdown decide if he truly wants this. Breakdown surged forward and let himself claim his prize.

It was so much better than he had ever envisioned their first kiss going, and trust him he had imagined this. Many times. How could a being made of metal have such soft lips?

The other’s servos were cupping his face, slightly wincing when he put weight on his leg so Breakdown wrapped his arms around his waist to hold him up.

Their mouths moved in an intimate dance, molding against each other perfectly. It felt right, like a missing puzzle piece.

Primus, why didn’t he think of doing this earlier? He was obsessed with the sweet taste of other’s mouth. Now that he had a taste, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop trying to get another.

Despite not needing air, they still had to pull away to prevent themselves from overheating.

A thin strand of oral fluid connected the two before breaking off, both of them panting.

“Ha.. ha… that… was not the prize I was expecting.” Breakdown said out of breath, chassis heaving slightly.

“Oh?” Bumblebee inquired, also in a similar state, “What, did you think I was just gonna give you another kiss on the cheek?”

He trailed his hands from Breakdown’s red faceplates to rest on his chassis, the taller's arms still snug around his waist.

“I dunno’ I thought you didn’t think of me like that…” he trailed off, not meeting Bumblebee’s optics.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want to, and besides, I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you for a while now…” he shyly admitted.

“So you actually…?”

“Like you? Yeah, and I’ve had for a while. I just… didn’t really have the courage to tell you until now.”

Was he dreaming? Maybe, but if he was he never wanted it to end. He still didn’t think he was worthy of someone like Bumblebee, but he pushed those worries aside for now and indulged in the sweet mech before him as he delved in for another kiss.

He felt Bumblebee smile into the kiss before they broke off, resting their heads against each other, smiling softly and optics looking at each other with adoration and love.

It was unbelievably corny, but Breakdown wouldn’t have it any other way, not when Bumblebee looked at him like that. The smaller took his servo in his, interlocking their digits together.