#puter!

Racing together on random calm days seemed to be the only way the two speedsters got to hang out anymore. Admittedly, they weren’t supposed to see each other at all— what with the whole civil war and being on opposing sides and whatnot— but Breakdown was one of the first friends Bumblebee had made after he managed to leave the delivery job he had been assigned when he was forged. Between the short period of the end of his assigned career and the start of the war, the pair had been nigh inseparable, much to the taunting and teasing of Breakdown’s gestalt.

Then Bee had joined the Autobots, Breakdown had followed his gestalt as he was expected to, and that took them in two completely different directions. Directions they likely could never turn back from.

Friends grow distant and fall apart all the time, Bee wasn’t unfamiliar with that, but losing Breakdown had hurt him more than he had ever expected it to. Of all the friends he’d lost over the war, whether due to deactivation, switching sides, or deserting altogether, the loss of Breakdown’s company had somehow affected him the longest and the hardest. It had been obvious to everyone on Teletraan-1, including Optimus Prime, who had been the one to warn him about cross-faction relations.

Even after Bumblebee had explained that what he and Breakdown had wasn’t really romantic or official, Optimus had only softened his optics and explained the dangers yet again as if he simply hadn’t heard the first time.

And then, countless centuries later, Optimus would go directly against that warning and allow Megatron— the very definition of a Decepticon— to join their cause. An extremely unpopular decision across their whole faction and even their opposition. Overall, no one was happy with the idea outside of Optimus and Megatron. Hell, even Megatron himself had been reluctant to agree.

Regardless of the complex nature of the relationship between the two leaders, Bumblebee had learned to simply avoid Megatron and dodge any serious talks with Optimus as of late. And besides all of that mess, the new alignments of mecha leaned far more neutral than the solid line between sides like before. Even Bee couldn’t deny that his priorities had changed as well.

Not that anyone would know because according to official reports, Bee had fallen in one of the last battles during the twilight of the fighting before the peace treaty was announced. The goal was to do undercover work and make sure the Decepticons weren’t going back on their end of the deal. And while there were a few stragglers here and there who would stir up trouble, there were surprisingly few true Decepticons left to keep up appearances. Sure, there was Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave, but those three refusing to give up on a sunk cause had been fully expected and the power vacuum had left them all pretty busy.

Which meant that the Stunticons— including Breakdown— had separated and now did their own thing, and Bee himself had basically all the time in the world as long as he remained undetected by higher powers, the two suddenly had plenty of time on their servos to do whatever they pleased. So, they raced.

“Like the view from back there, slowpoke?” Breakdown laughed as the pair tore up a dirt road in an abandoned town somewhere in the expansive west of North America.

“Not much to look at right now,” Bumblebee parried back, then swerved out to overtake him, “Ask again when I win.”

The two laughed and taunted each other, easily falling back into the playful banter they had left behind during the war as they took turns passing one another. It was a familiar, almost comforting back and forth they adopted when they would meet up— which had been nearly every day since Bee had gone out of his way to find the Stunticons and decide whether they were a threat. Totally not because he was missing social interaction and Breakdown in particular something terrible, nope, totally not.

Right as they were coming up on the previously decided finish line, the road became unsteady and full of potholes. Thankfully, Bee’s time spent hiding out on Earth meant he had experienced almost every form of obstacle the world had to offer. Breakdown, however, did not have that same experience, nor did he ever do anything carefully. So when he hit a deep divot and began to spin out, Bee immediately hit the brakes to try and verbally guide the other on what to do, but found himself too late as Breakdown veered off to the deep ditch and practically flew into the tiny forested area beside the road. The crashing and snapping of vegetation being crushed under uncontrollable tires likely could be heard for miles around if there had been anyone besides them out here.

“Scrap!”

Bee made a sharp U-turn, almost tipping himself over in his haste, and bolted after the Stunticon. The terrain was much rougher with added vegetation on top of the soft earth, but his compact frame managed to weave through snapped branches and around larger boulders until he finally came upon Breadown in a rather… unfortunate situation.

Lying prone, facing away from Bee, and trapped by multiple felled trees— likely caused by his crash— he was stuck in an almost comedic position.

“Breakdown! Are you alright?” the minibot asked as he transformed and ran up to find said mech’s helm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he groaned, clearly out of embarrassment rather than pain, “Can’t believe I crashed that hard ‘cause of a stupid pothole.”

“To be fair, it was more like a crater,” Bee assured, a smile finding him now that he knew for sure that Breakdown wasn’t harmed, “Hang tight, I’ll get you out.”

“Not like I plan on going anywhere,” Breakdown pointed out sarcastically, planting his servos against one of the trees pinning him and pushing in a vain attempt at freeing himself.

“Take it easy. Your hip plating is caught at a weird angle, you can’t dislodge yourself that way,” Bee pointed out as he circled the problem, taking note of how the trees fell and devising a plan to disassemble the puzzle trapping Breakdown, “Hmm, looks like I can’t pull you back either. I’d just end up tearing your spinal and dorsal plates in the process.”

“Yeah, maybe we don’t do that.”

Bee chuckled at the other’s expense, but Breakdown also huffed a noise, so he wasn’t too worried about possibly insulting him. With one more scanning circle, he found himself behind Breakdown again, optics casually falling to the Stunticon’s lifted aft and thighs.

Now, Bumblebee wasn’t quite as promiscuous as some other ‘bots he knew, but he also wasn’t innocent and the sight of his oldest friend’s aft displayed before him certainly… did something it probably shouldn’t have. Almost immediately, his panels began to warm, waking up without his input. His silence must have given him away too, if the short laugh from Breakdown was any indication.

“Heh, like the view from back there slowpoke?~”

To tease him further, Breakdown wiggled his hips as much as he could, which did what was intended and made Bumblebee look away in shame.

“Not funny, Breakdown,” he mumbled, though his optics kept flickering back to the show the other put on.

“Oh c’mon,” Breakdown tried his best to look back at him, but found his vision heavily obscured, “You said yourself that you’ve been pent up.”

“Yeah, because of stress and lack of social interaction! Not… I didn’t quite mean that.”

Breakdown blew an exasperated noise, “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be here.”

Bee rolled his optics at the Stunticon’s antics, but… it was a tempting offer. A very tempting offer, in fact.

Worrying his derma for a moment and swiftly checking their surroundings proved that they were alone and unlikely to get caught, so before he could sike himself out, he brought his servos to Breakdown’s aft and began slowly caressing along his scuffed plating.

“Now we’re talking,” Breakdown groaned quietly and invented sharply when Bee grazed over deeper dents.

Bee remained quiet, tracing his digits along the prominent stripes of Breakdown’s paint job and dipping into seams the Stunticon likely couldn’t ever reach on his own. It made him moan and his valve panel opened with a loud snik to reveal his slowly awakening equipment. Good to know he was enjoying this just as much as Bee was.

With a gentle servo, he inserted two digits, listening intently for the noises he knew Breakdown would make when he enjoyed something. He was rewarded with a long moan when his digits bottomed out and curled upward to stimulate rear nodes, though he personally enjoyed the petulant whine he received when he slowly slipped his digits out to just the entrance, circling the first tight ring of calipers and making Breakdown buck. Well, he tried to, but his position left him very limited.

“Bee, hurry up!” Breakdown gritted out, clearly struggling to keep up the aloof mask he always wore, “Get to the— ha— good part already!”

“Patience is important,” Bee chided, though he was far more distracted by the way the other’s valve fluttered enticingly under his ministrations.

The bright yellow anterior node called to him, blinking in a steady rhythm only to speed up exponentially when he brought his other servo to the node to firmly grind his palm against. That earned a loud, punched out moan from Breakdown, who bucked harder and twitched in a futile attempt to get more of the stimulation.

But just as the Stunticon was starting to properly enjoy himself, Bee pulled his servos away to instead rest on his hips. Before Breakdown could even try to whine and complain, Bumblebee released his spike and started slowly sliding it through the mess of lubricant leaking from the other. Spreading a generous amount across the length, he then teased at Breakdown’s entrance, the blunt tip just barely pressing against the clenching rim and pulling an impatient groan from him.

“Beeeeee, c’mon!”

Taking some pity on him, Bumblebee let his spike pop inside and gradually slipped deeper. Purposely lighting up every node along the way, his pelvic array finally met Breakdown’s with a small clink and he ground up a far as he could to really taunt the other. His spike may be on the smaller side, but interfacing with Breakdown over the years has definitely taught him a trick or two— like how receptive his anterior node was to being rubbed in circles, for instance.

Breakdown choked on a moan the moment his node was touched and his frame reacted just as fast, jerking and squirming as the agonizingly slow stimulus reached all across his frame in tiny arcs of electricity. Primus, Bee never knew just how amazing Breakdown would look stuck in place and taking his spike at the slower pace Bumblebee preferred. Sure, Bee loved hard and fast just as much as him, but sometimes slowing things down gave him the chance to thoroughly lathe attention upon the flighty Stunticon.

“Fasteeeeer!” Breakdown practically begged, servos scrabbling for purchase on anything so he could thrust back on the spike tormenting him.

“Nuh-uh,” Bee denied him playfully, continuing with his set pace, “We always do it fast. I wanna go as slow as I want for once.”

Breakdown whined louder, helm thrown back, expression simultaneously annoyed and aroused somehow.

“Ugh, why can’t you— ngh!— f-find this confidence earlier?”

Ignoring the bait, Bee bottomed out again and ground up hard, putting even more pressure on his furious node and making that warm embrace clench tighter with an impending overload. Breakdown thrashed almost full force now, having lost his carefree suave ages ago alongside any concern or dignity.

Bumblebee was starting to worry that all this power might go to his helm, but just like Breakdown, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. At the moment, he had much more pleasurable activities to focus on.

Despite his complaints about the speed, Breakdown became extremely vocal as his overload rapidly approached, his valve fluttering and pulling Bee closer as well. Unsurprisingly, Breakdown went over first, a weak moan escaping him which harmonized oddly well with the groan of release Bumblebee gave just a few thrusts after him.

For a long moment, neither spoke, too busy cooling off and cycling down to say or do anything.

“Primus,” Bee moaned quietly, rutting against the other to draw out the afterglow, “See? Going slow can be good too.~”

Breakdown scoffed, vocalizer resetting from the burst of charge that had swept over his entire form.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he waved the minibot off but didn’t push him away or restart their previous banter.

Given the time and opportunity to fully enjoy the closeness and gradual descent, Bee didn’t pull out or remove his wandering servos until Breakdown specifically asked him to. Until then, he took advantage of a rare moment of calm, trying to somehow catch up on all the time they had missed.

And then he woke up. The sweetness of the fond memory tasted bitter now, leaving him scrubbing his faceplate and groaning in frustration rather than the normal reaction to a wet dream. Technically not a dream, but a moment in time his memory banks had dragged up to hurt him for no reason. Being alone for so long had definitely taken its toll on him.

Staring up at the limited sky from the overhang he now hid under, he felt nothing but the sensation of emptiness deep in his tanks and a strange antsy feeling pulling at his tires.