#chasexheatwave

There he stood, the soul desire and lust of his spark; Chase. He was a magnificent blueberry color, the scent of freshness following with him as he walked with those small yet wide pearly white hips of his swaying side to side. It was annoyingly hard not to stare, and absolutely irresistible not to do the one thing Heatwave had in mind... 

Squeeze. 

"Gah!" Chase yelped, jolting straight up in a mad blush. Feeling what could only be a servo lingering on the bottom curve of his aft, cupping him firmly with a few curls of his digits in pressure. 

"What's the matter?" Heatwave asked, rubbing small circles into his aft with his thumb. "Cat got your tongue?" He paused, smoothing his servo over the curvy metal roughly. "Or...something else?" Breathing into his audios in a hushed purr he leaned over Chase's shoulder. A smirk revealing itself over his dermas. 

Chase was far too gobsmacked to even produce words that weren't either a stutter or simply nothing at all. Mind racing a mile a minute yet his movements stiff and unmoving as he locked optics with Heatwave's fiery amber ones, his mouth slightly agape and faceplates a tinted blue mess. 

Staring for a moment at his lover in contemplation Heatwave chuckled, a deep rumbling sound emitting from deep within him. A wonderful sound Chase would make sure to save to his databanks. "That's what i thought," he claimed. Removing his servo in a sliding motion, the grading of metal tickled up Chase's spine. 

When Chase thought things were over he relaxed his posture, feeling the touch of the other leave him. But what he wasn't expecting was when it came back in a faster motion, creating a rather loud slap sound echoing around the large room. "Heat-!" He yelled before quickly covering this mouth, obviously not wanting to alarm the others. "Wave..." He finished in a muffled voice, squinting in suspicion at the firebot who had only looked back to cockily smile at him with a laugh before exiting the room.

His gaze eagerly followed the crimson bot until he disappeared behind the open door frame. Chase stared after Heatwave for a while longer, wondering how he managed to surprise him again. How Heatwave managed to cause such an explosion within him so quickly, and with such little effort.

 "Why did he do that..." Chase muttered under his breath. His hands clenching into nervous fists, still feeling where Heatwave's hand made contact with his body, a faint ache already beginning to bloom from the heat of his embarrassment.

He didn't know whether to be grumpy or humiliated, but one thing he did know was he definitely wanted more of the mech. Wanted him to do something much more to him... The mech was a mystery at times; one of the most intriguing bots Chase had ever come across. Not only did he have the ability to affect him like this but also the drive to actually try to achieve those goals. He wondered if it was possible that they were compatible somehow, beyond the teasing Heatwave granted him and the small affection they shared for one another.

There had to be more, and Chase would make sure of it.