#cosmicwave

               “It is good to see you, Cosmos.” Soundwave stood tall in the command center, pausing in giving out orders to look at him.

               “I won’t stay long, just need a bit of a pick me up before I head back out to return to my team.” Cosmos was rambling again. Soundwave always made his spark flutter and he just really enjoyed being around the mech and well . . .

               “Stay as long as you need, you know you are always welcome here, Cosmos,” Soundwave’s voice was kind while he spoke. Cosmos felt his own face heat up behind his mask imagining that Soundwave was smiling behind his own.

               “Uh . . . right.” He was glad to be led away by Sky-Byte to get some energon and rest for a bit before he left again. He knew Soundwave would be busy, but he also knew he couldn’t linger too long. He had to report back to his team and even though he wanted to spend some time with Soundwave, it most likely wasn’t going to happen.

               So, color him surprised when a cycle later Soundwave approached him.

               “Are you well?” Soundwave began. Cosmos tried to calm his spark from the overwhelming warmth he felt hearing Soundwave’s concern. “They are treating you well, I hope?”

               “Yeah, right as rain,” Cosmos sputtered attempting to get himself back under control. Soundwave nodded but did not comment on it further. If Cosmos had to guess, Soundwave was most likely here to make his offer to Cosmos again.

               “Walk with me?” Soundwave offered suddenly. Cosmos looked up at him before he stood without a word, waiting for the other to lead. They walked down a few different halls and the further they walked the fewer bots were around them. Cosmos was glad for the somewhat private time with Soundwave.

               “Sorry, if I pulled you away from your work.” Cosmos rubbed his arm. He knew Soundwave had to be busy, and as much as he enjoyed even just walking around with the mech, he didn’t want to be responsible for making Soundwave miss work.

               “Sky-Byte is capable of handling the situation,” Soundwave said quickly. He made another turn and Cosmos found them both standing before a large glass window looking out. The view here was always spectacular, in Cosmos’s opinion. “It would have been unfortunate if you had left before I could have spoken with you again.” Soundwave seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

               “You’re always too nice, Soundwave, especially to someone like me.” Cosmos couldn’t help but put himself down. He didn’t deserve Soundwave’s attention, he was a nobody.

               “Your statement is incorrect, on many things.” Soundwave reached out placing a hand lightly on Cosmos’s helm, close to his battle mask. It was the human equivalent of holding his cheek.

               “You’ve always been nice, Soundwave,” Cosmos spoke softly, a bit startled by having Soundwave touch him.

               “Not always,” Soundwave’s voice sounded distant. “I have changed much during this short time. You did not know me then.” Something was hard about the way Soundwave was speaking.

               “True, not like I do now.” Cosmos reached up his own hand to cover Soundwave’s.

               “My offer still stands, always.” Soundwave was moving closer to him.

               “I know,” Cosmos’s voice was so quiet even he had a hard time hearing himself. Soundwave brushed their masks together and Cosmos was so tempted to remove his.

               He pulled back.

               “I can’t, not yet,” Cosmos said, but his voice sounded like it was in pain. “I can’t.”

               “I will wait,” Soundwave moved his thumb over where Cosmos’s lips would be. “Torment me as you will, I shall wait.” Cosmos whined, gripping Soundwaves hand. He moved Soundwave’s palm to cover his mask before he allowed it to slide back, Soundwaves own hand blocking his view of Cosmos’s face, before Cosmos kissed the center of Soundwave’s hand. Replacing his mask to hide his flushed face, he held Soundwave’s hand, feeling Soundwave intertwine their fingers.