Fastest Mech On Wheels

"Depends. Mind being loved on by the twins, ‘Hide?"

Then, once they'd set him down, they laid down one on each side, and began nibbling at his neck cables in unison, each perfectly mirroring what the other was doing.

//wHY ARE THE NUMBERS RISING— IM NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING;;

COME ON YOU'RE MISSING OUT

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. “Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It’s probably not wise to be on my own right now.”

::Well what are friends for?:: Hot Rod pulls out a box of sweets and a few polishing rags and cleaning supplies. He brought them to help Sides with his brother.

That was before he saw the polishing rags and whatnot. He immediately threw his arms around his friend. “Thank you. So much.”

::you’re welcome Sides.:: giving him a nuzzle.

Shaking his helm, he turned back towards Sunstreaker. "I've done his helm and his neck. His spark chamber is sensitive, so I'll get that, if you want to start on his shoulders."

"Can we not talk ‘bout this right now?" These two just kept making him flustered.

He wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s chassis. “I love you, Ironhide.”

"I love ya ta." He said louder.

As if his willingness needed evidence, he placed a servo over Ironhide’s crotch plate.

"Depends. Mind being loved on by the twins, 'Hide?"

We go forward.

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. “Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It’s probably not wise to be on my own right now.”

::Well what are friends for?:: Hot Rod pulls out a box of sweets and a few polishing rags and cleaning supplies. He brought them to help Sides with his brother.

That was before he saw the polishing rags and whatnot. He immediately threw his arms around his friend. "Thank you. So much."

"Can we not talk ‘bout this right now?" These two just kept making him flustered.

He wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s chassis. “I love you, Ironhide.”

"I love ya ta." He said louder.

As if his willingness needed evidence, he placed a servo over Ironhide's crotch plate.

if you would ever want to explore them going into hiding together))

will's probably the only human that will be inside sides as sides recharges he doesn't plan on doing that again

"Is that really you, Sideswipe?" The Lennox asked. Did she find another old friend she hadn’t seen in years?

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

He frowned as he inspected the damaged neck cable again. “Frag. These are hard to find. Couldn’t have hurt your rearview mirror, nooo, it had to be the one part that’s near-irreplaceable. Ratchet had better have a spare.”

::Hi Sideswipe..:: He smiles softly at him.

He vents out, and looks back at Hot Rod. "Thanks for coming over, buddy. I really appreciate it. It's probably not wise to be on my own right now."

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

He frowned as he inspected the damaged neck cable again. "Frag. These are hard to find. Couldn't have hurt your rearview mirror, nooo, it had to be the one part that's near-irreplaceable. Ratchet had better have a spare."

::Not good. Found Sunstreaker. He’s in a coma. Prime dumped me. All in all, the worst day I’ve ever had.::

"I don’t know what you see in me, but I’m glad you’re my boyfriend. You’re so kind, and understanding, and compassionate, and funny, and beautiful, and patient, and… I could go on forever, I think. Primus, mech. If the fragging humans weren’t pieces of slag, they’d put your picture in the dictionary under ‘perfection.’

"♫~ If—I-were-human, I’d—be-blushing-like-mad—y’know.— ~♫"

Letting out the equivalent of a snort at Bumblebee's confession, Sideswipe immediately returned to locking lip plating with him. Words later. Kisses now.