My 500 word drabble for tiny-monster-lover on twitter, who won the second slot of my 2nd twitter raffle!
Pairing: B.O.B/Zenyatta (with a hint of Bars)
Warning:Β exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, handjob(?), heavy petting
Note: Zenyatta is infiltrating Deadlock in this fic and goes by Nez.
Between one round of cards and the next, Nez settles his hand on B.O.B.βs thigh. The barβs dark, the table high, and most of the crewβs well past tipsy. Still, Bars deals the next game, and Nez picks up his cards with one hand. His other gives the larger omnicβs thigh a small, knowing squeeze.
A bead of oil rolls down B.O.B.βs faceplate. Heβd won a few games and a couple hundred credits; luckβs with him tonight. But Nez folds in the first turn, leaves him free from distraction. Those fingers tease inward, dragging along the seams of his plating through his chaps. B.O.B. manages to keep himself from steaming, even wins the next round while the the triplets swear in unison and he shakily drags the earnings towards his side of the table.
B.O.B. can almost ignore the hand drawing smooth circles on the inner part of his thigh. Another bead of oil. His systems hum beneath the din of the music, the touch electric, jumping like a wild pulse wherever Nezβs hand traces.
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