#beachtracks

i saw your Beachcomber request too so I put them together <3

Beachcomber can't keep his processor out of the gutter when with Tracks 0.o

it's why he keeps hanging out in his garage but don't tell Tracks that-

At first, Tracks is absolutely scandalized by the sheer amount of public interfacing and all the mechs with their base protoform exposed. There's valves and energon pouches and spikes everywhere he looks.

But he also notices people paying attention to his own frame, and that stokes his vanity. Tracks loves to be the center of attention, even if his beautiful plating is gone for the moment.

Some bot at the festival is offering to do body paint or some similar detailing, and Tracks lets his base protoform and energon pouches be painted with elegant silver lines. In fact, he rather likes this new look... perhaps he could get used to this.

Other mechs reach out to trace the designs once they're dry, admiring Tracks' frame. The borderline worship is absolutely wonderful for Tracks, and he allows them to caress and lick his pouches.

There must be something in the air (or maybe that music they're playing), because Tracks eventually finds himself on his knees, being spiked by a total stranger. At least none of his so-called friends would be caught dead in a place like this, so he doesn't have to worry about them seeing.

Beachcomber is there too, muttering encouraging words and telling Tracks something like "see? It feels good to let go and enjoy the moment, right?" Tracks is absolutely lost in a haze of pleasure and sensation, from the soft touches of his admirers, to the hypnotic rhythm of the music, to the smell of interfacing, and the taste of gourmet oil.

As night comes on, he eventually gets drowsy and lays down to recharge, cuddled up with Beachcomber and the stranger's that he's been fragging with for the past few hours. It's one of the best sleeps Tracks has ever had, laying on the cool ground with the stars shining above.

Once he wakes up some of the shame comes creeping back in and he's very relieved to be able to put his armor back on and go home. After that, though, he starts feeling very weird — mopey, tired, but craving a good frag and unable to resist Beachcomber's spike.

He eventually realizes he's sparked up (with multiples, no less) once his belly starts swelling. Tracks hates it — how can he go out looking like this?! He barely fits in his own plating. Now he has to go around with his protoform (still painted from the festival) all exposed and his energon pouches hanging out.

Beachcomber is, in Tracks' optics, kind of a lazy bum. Even though he contributes to rent, Tracks never really spared a thought to what job, if any, Beachcomber has.

At least until he's idly browsing a bookstore and finds a novel by Beachcomber of Ibex.

Apparently, Beachy's a writer — primarily beat poetry, but he does some fiction as well. He has a few really old geology-related nonfiction books, too.

Tracks is very intrigued to discover Beachcomber apparently also writes erotica, and he can't resist buying one of said erotic novels to see the sort of thing Beachy's written.

Later, curled up in his berth, Tracks starts reading.

The book he picked is a classic story of nobility that features the laid-back and humble Lord Dunesurfer, and the haughty but low-born laborer named Traces.

(Tracks finds the descriptions of these characters to be very reminiscent of Beachy and himself).

Traces wants to marry to bring his social status up, and Dunesurfer's family is pressuring him to take a mate to produce an heir. Needless to say, there's a lot of interfacing, from quick sessions in the gardens to the main event of Dunesurfer knotting Traces in the conjugal berth.

Though Tracks isn't impressed by the clichéd writing and general lack of polish, it's very easy to imagine himself and Beachcomber as the main characters. He finds he rather likes the idea of being pinned down in a mating press, filled again and again with hot transfluid.

Knots, back in the olden days of cybertron, were quite common. They consisted of electromagnets that turned on during overload, magnetically locking two mechs together to make sure every drop of transfluid made it into the forge. They're out of style nowadays, though there are some modders who specialize in them.

The next time Beachcomber comes home, Tracks casually tells him he's found some of Beachy's work, and if he'd like to recreate a scene from a certain novel. Beachcomber, who knows his writing all too well, kind of freezes like a deer in headlights when he realizes Tracks has read his barely-disguised fanfiction about the two of them.

But he'll try anything once, so why not.

Tracks manages to get him revved up by teasing touches and equally teasing words. "Look at you, leaking lubricant already. How shameless."

Beachcomber is a good roommate, bringing Tracks some coolant or whatever else he needs. He casually mentions that he can totally help with fragging Tracks if he needs that, but Tracks vehemently refuses. He can manage fine by himself, thank you very much.

So, in the AllSpark Almanac, Beachcomber mentions he once got lost and crashed in Tracks' garage, at which point Tracks effortlessly threw him out.

I want to imagine that this scenario happens a few times. It's that that thing from the Simpsons where Moe throws the guy out of his bar but he just comes right back.

I've long had the concept of Tracks wanting to go the a really fancy and important social event, but said event requires a plus one. All of Tracks' friends (namely Sunstreaker and Powerglide) are just as shallow as he is, and also going with their respective plus ones, so he can't depend on them.

He's about to give up when Beachcomber stumbles into his home yet again. Instead of throwing him out, Tracks decides to drag Beachcomber along as a plus one. Beachy is all too happy to go (since he anticipates free oil). Tracks discovers that Beachcomber has the spark of a poet and grudgingly falls in love with him.

I just really like the idea of snooty, self-centered, organic-hating Tracks and laid-back, nature-loving stoner Beachcomber hanging out together.

As for interfacing...

Tracks much prefers plug n play, because sticky is too messy for his tastes (plus, its way too much like the reproduction of those gross organics things). Beachcomber prefers sticky because years of drug use has damaged his processor and made it harder for him to do plug n play.

They compromise with Beachcomber eating Tracks out, licking up the lubricant before it has a chance to drip out and make a mess.