#megahound

Hound leaned against Megatron’s side, trying to do his best to ignore how flustered he felt. He tried to focus on the Earth nature documentary Megatron found for them to watch together instead of how warm and solid Megatron felt against his side. That didn’t work when Megatron wrapped his arm around Hound’s shoulder, pressing him more solidly against Megatron’s side.

“Is this okay?” Megatron asked.

“Yeah.” Hound said. Releasing the tension in his frame, Hound relaxed against Megatron’s strong, steady frame. The narrator was talking about sea turtles, but Hound barely noticed that when faced with Megatron.

He felt a little bad about it. Megatron went through all the effort to find a human movie he thought Hound would like, and here he was barely paying attention to it. But how could he when Megatron was right here.

“I’ve seen the before.” Megatron suddenly said.

“Huh?”

Megatron glanced at Hound with a fond smile, and Hound could feel himself beginning to blush. “These sea turtles. I’ve seen them before.”

“What were they like?” Hound asked.

Megatron shrugged with his side that Hound wasn’t leaning against so as to not jostle him. “They were, what’s the word, docile? They weren’t aggressive like some of the other animals we saw. They mostly just swam around, only acknowledging us far enough to avoid swimming into us.”

“That sounds nice.” Hound said.

“They were better than some of the other animals we encountered. There were several that tried eating us. Even though they couldn’t really hurt us, that didn’t stop them from trying and being annoying.”

Hound couldn’t stop staring at Megatron as he spoke. Couldn’t stop staring at the bend of Megatron’s nasal ridge. At how his lips moved as he spoke. How would it feel to lean up and  press his lips against Megatron.

What kind of thought was that?

Hound could feel his cheeks burning as he looked away from Megatron.

“What’s wrong?” Megatron asked.

“It’s nothing.” Hound mumbled.

“If it’s making you act like this, then it can’t be nothing.” Megatron pointed out.

“It was just a stupid thought."

“Nothing about you is stupid.” Megatron gently chided. “Go on, tell me what you were thinking.”

Hound shook his head. It was too embarrassing to say.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay. Just remember, I’m always willing to listen.” Megatron said. His servo gently squeezed Hound’s arm, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he refocused his attention on the documentary. Hound leaned back against Megatron’s side, and tried to focus on the documentary. But now that the thought was in his head, all Hound could focus on was how nice it would feel to lean up and kiss Megatron.

He stewed in his thoughts as the documentary changed it’s location to the deep sea. Hound was sure he would have been completely enthralled in it normally. This couldn’t continue. Hound didn’t want to hide from what he wanted forever.

Hound straightened up. He could do this. He just needed to ask.

Megatron’s focus immediately snapped to Hound when he moved. “Is something wrong Hound?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to ask if I could, maybe you’d like, I. . .” Hound cut himself off. He was just making a fool of himself. Megatron wouldn’t say yes to anything if he was talking like that.

“What do you want Hound?” Megatron gently asked.

Hound deeply vented. He could do this. He just needed to say it straight up. “Can I kiss you?” There, that was good. Right?

Megatron choked at the question. “You want to, really?”

“If you don’t want to that’s fine—”

“No, I’d love a kiss.” Megatron rushed to say, cutting Hound off. “It’s just, are you sure? You don’t have to kiss me just because you think you have to.”

Hound resisted the urge to shrink into himself. “I want to kiss you. I want to know what it feels like.” Hound admitted.

Megatron leaned down, until he was at eye level with Hound. Gently cradling his face with a servo, Megatron said, “Go ahead.”

Hound laced his and Megatron’s servos together. Leaning forward, their nasal ridges brushed against each other before their lips touched. The light pressure sparked pleasure through Hound’s processor, so he leaned in, pressing harder.

Megatron matched him, and Hound was lost in the pleasure of chasing Megatron’s lips, preening whenever Megatron pressed back. He was so lost, that he didn’t realize he bit Megatron until he tasted the Energon.

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Hound apologized, backing away from Megatron.

Megatron’s optics were hazy and unfocused as he stared at Hound in confusion. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“I bit you! Your leaking Energon because of me!” If he put any more pressure behind it, he could have bitten off part of Megatron’s face.

But the way Megatron blushed told Hound he didn’t are about that at all. “You really didn’t. It was actually quite enjoyable.”

Hound huffed in exasperation. Leaning back against Megatron’s side he refocused on the documentary.

Megatron chuckled, but indulgently, wrapped his arm around Hound, pulling Hound against his side. With their earlier position resumed, Megatron refocused on the documentary as well.