#cigarettesafterinterface

“All you have to do is ask.”

The soft rumble of the Autobot leader’s voice filled the space between them, the air warmed from his engines.

Optimus was sat, his back against a sturdy brick wall with the human known as Hal resting on his thigh.

Optimus didn’t know much in the way of human interface. He only knew the basic mechanics of it. But he was willing to learn, if Hal was willing to teach.

The soft sparked mech scooped Hal up in his servo to be more eye level with him. Optimus had to admit, he was nervous to even proposition such a thing, but in the pursuit of education, and helping someone he cared about, he would stifle his own personal concerns over the matter and allow the human to speak for himself.

Optimus’s hesitation was, admittedly, adorable, which wasn’t really a word that often applied to him. Hal couldn’t help a fond smile. Being propositioned by Optimus goddamn Prime presented its own set of hurdles and, in turn, made Hal a little jittery as well. He huffed a nervous laugh.

“I must admit, you’ve caught me at kind of a disadvantage,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. God, those optics were intense. “I, uh, haven’t done this in a while.”

Waffling. He was waffling. But asking the commander in chief of the Autobots to please fuck me was a little daunting, dry spell or no.