#cryout

Every year I forget about Valentines' Day so here's some half-baked sketches

Cryoblast had given the Velocitronian some personal space after the incident. He felt guilty about the whole affair. He felt like he could have prevented it, either by pulling away earlier or having just left him in his room.

A bright flush spread over his faceplate. Not that he wouldn’t have loved to reciprocate. He wished he could. Cryo had once admitted he liked him, but the confession at the moment was seemingly brushed off, leading him to believe that Light only ever saw him as a friend.

This was something that completely blew that assumption away. Maybe there was more to it? He wasn’t ready to ask though, not now, not this soon.

Pulling up a human sized quilt to cover the bottom of the steaming cube, he walked over to Lightout’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, I got you something to help with the chill.”

There was a full minute of silence, making Cryoblast believe that the mech had been sleeping. But the door soon flew open, Light giving him an indecipherable stare.

“Oh! I was just about to come back later-” If he could, he would have planted a servo over his face. By then the energon would have gone cold. “-here! I warmed this up for you,” he handed over the cube.

Light quietly took the cube in both servos, lightly brushing his digits against Cry’s palms as he moved it over to his side. 

That left him with a tingle that ran down his strut. He took a step back, the glow on his faceplates brightening. “Thanks- for letting me help you out. Please let me know if you need anything else or if you… just want to talk?” He nearly winced as he took a step back. That wasn’t what he meant.

Lightout didn’t move optics away from him as he took a sip of the warm energon. Behind the cube, he hid curled lips. He hadn’t thought that he would have inspired such a reaction from the ex-Bot.

“Right then, I should let you rest,” Cryo averted his gaze as he turned away. 

“Hold on.”

He stiffened, looking back to face the now smug speedster. He blinked before sincerely asking, “What do you need, Light?”

“Just a little bit of payback,” he put aside the glass and took Cryo’s servo in his, pulling him along to the living area of the ship.

The stocky bot went along, more anxious than confused as he felt butterflies in his tank. 

Lightout didn’t let go of his servo once, putting on a synthwave song on with his right servo as he gave Cryoblast’s hand a quick squeeze.

“You owe me this,” he turned over, trapping the other servo.

“I- uhh- sure.” Cryoblast gulped, looking down at their intertwined digits. 

The tune began, the steady tempo allowing Lightout to move the larger mech around the room in a sort of improvised routine. His servos slipped onto the mech’s abdominal armor as he held him for a swift turn.

Cryo kept up as well as he could without tripping over uneasy pedes. He had to control his spark, feeling as though it was close to bursting out of his chassis.

“Is- is this good?” he asked as he carefully placed his steps. The last thing he needed now was stepping on anyone’s toes.

“Mmmm,” Lightout gave a sly grin. “It’s alright. You’re just missing one thing.”

Cryo’s face fell. He didn’t realize he was being this subpar. “I’m- sorry-”

Without warning, Light took one of Cryo’s arms, pushing the mech’s body with his other servo as he spun him. Unfortunately, both the unsteady mech and the dizzy one couldn’t coordinate in sync and Cryoblast twisted his leg, falling backwards and taking the Velocitronian down with him.

“Ugh!” He grunted out as he felt the plating on his back slightly crumple. Primus, that was going to hurt in the morning.

Lightout landed on top of him, his face coming in dangerously close to his own.

“Oh no…” Cryoblast gave a horrified look. He hadn’t meant to do that. “Lightout, I’m-”

“Shut up,” Light pressed into the mech with a smothering kiss, pushing his servos above his head.

With a clear head, Lightout was able to better guide him through it. He twisted a warm glossa into his mouth, teasingly pressing it against the other.

“You’re- mmm- you’re really out of practice,” Light mocked him as he opened his lips, giving desperate gasps before nibbling on the mech’s lower lip.

Cryoblast couldn’t form a single coherent sentence, too preoccupied by the intense battle of mouths and the weight over his stomach. His engine slowly picked up, compensating for the energy output of his frame. 

Lightout pulled away for a second, lowering his head against the wide chassis and listening to the purr within. “Adorable…” he planted a series of kisses over the plating, onto the faint ghost of his Autobot insignia, past sensitive neck cabling and back onto his lips.

The ex-Bot struggled to contain himself, the tightness of his codpiece making it impossible to process anything. “Please-” he begged for an explanation- a break- another kiss. He wasn’t even sure anymore.

Lightout did allow him a moment of reprieve, but only to slide aside his interface panel.

He managed a dumb stare, looking on with wide optics as the glistening valve moved closer to his face.

“How much do you want this, Crybaby?” Light grinned as he flaunted it, pushing the pulsating organ over his spark. “What do you want to do with it?”

Cryo gulped before licking his lips. “I- could you-?” He wasn’t sure how to ask, so he only widened his mouth and unfurled his tongue.

Lightout’s frame quivered at the request. Wordlessly, he obliged, pushing himself on top of Cryoblast’s face and sitting down.

The mech swallowed a mouthful of fluids, getting the muted flavor of the speedster’s valve. Eventually, he closed his optics, suckling at the puffy lips as he drew out more nectar.

“Ahh!” Light couldn’t stop himself from moving, pressing kneejoints against both sides of his head as he rubbed himself out on Cryo’s mouth. The mech below him responded by taking his thighs, rubbing the inner portions with large digits as he moved his mouth to pay more attention to his external node. 

He gave it a kiss, nuzzling it with his nasal ridge before burrowing his glossa into the orifice.

“Hang on a- mmmmmm,” Light rode out on his face, Cryo only pulling in and out, rubbing sensitive areas as soon as he could get a hold of them.

Eventually, the Velocitronian overloaded, nearly drowning out Cryoblast with a flood of transfluid. The mech managed to avoid spilling out too much of it, lifting Light off of him as he ran his tongue over areas with splatter.

Lightout stared down at him, gasping for breath as though his life depended on it. He only wanted more, so much more. “You’re not done yet,” he mumbled as he pushed away the mech’s arms and balanced himself back down.

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We’ve all had a fair amount of time on our hands. We’re still busy, of course, but it’s a different kind of busy. Maybe, like me, you’ve taken the time to binge watch a new show or have gone back to re-watch some movies of old. One of those movies for us was Forrest Gump, the 1994 Tom Hanks film. Forrest isn’t the smartest person but he makes his way in life, all throughout keeping a watchful, protective eye on the love of his life, Jenny. 

Jenny had a rough adolescence upbringing, derived largely from an abusive home. As an adult she is confronted by that trauma after stumbling upon her childhood home. Her response: throwing rocks; anything to attack the pain stirred in her heart. Forrest is patient with her and comforts her in her time of need, empathizing with her heartache saying “sometimes there just aren't enough rocks.” He recognized her need to confront her misery.

We’re all experiencing elements of agony and heartache right now. Covid_19 has brought with it various levels of concern, for students and families and with that, uncertainty that tends to stir up forms of anger, stress, anxiety and sadness deep within us. There will come moments in our lives to come where a subtle or blatant reminder of what we’re all experiencing will bring that pain to the surface. Our natural instinct will be to attack it. Like Jenny, we’re going to need more rocks, and with that empathy, patience and understanding. 

The rocks are metaphorical, of course, but often necessary. Here’s something beautiful to contemplate: God empathizes with our pain, both now and for whatever is to come. Read the Psalms. They are littered with stories of King David crying out in his pain, and God responding in kind. Psalm 34:18 says “the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Do you feel as though your recent heartbreak is crushing your spirit? Is uncertainty messing with your emotions? God is closer to you than you realize, and He can save you from despair as you face your broken heart. For He is not far from any one of us. 

You are not alone in this. May we affirm each other during these hazy times, surrounded by sickness, cancelations and loss. 

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A continuation.

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