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They appeared inside Thundercracker’s quarters. Skywarp looked around the room in curiosity, letting Thundercracker go for a moment. As soon as he did so, Thundercracker started thinking this might be a mistake.
Things just kept escalating during Skywarp’s training. Relations between superior officers and their subordinates weren't strictly forbidden in the Decepticon army, but for Thundercracker they were rife with problems. He was worried that Skywarp was only doing this because Thundercracker was clearly interested. He was also concerned that his own willingness to acquiesce to the terms of the unconventional reward had something to do with bringing the seeker “to heel.” Distantly, Starscream’s smirking face as he told him he wasn’t above it rankled his nerves.
Skywarp did not seem to have any qualms whatsoever though about the situation. He lightly grabbed Thundercracker’s wrist and gently pulled him out of his thoughts and into the washracks. “Now, I want you clean before I mess you up again.”
There was a flush of heat to Thundercracker’s interface array. Skywarp was... bold.
The shower was not nearly large enough for this purpose, but they managed to make it work. Skywarp wouldn’t allow Thundercracker to wash himself, insisting that he do it instead. Their frames were constantly touching as Skywarp scrubbed his cockpit with solvent. Every so often, his digits would touch him, linger over some part of his frame or trace a component with some kind of reverence. Then he would go back to scrubbing him or himself to get rid of all the paint.
“I have to admit, every time I managed to get paint on you, I wanted to be the one to wash it off,” Skywarp said quietly.
“That explains why you looked so distracted,” Thundercracker replied, keeping his servos to himself as he had been instructed. He flexed his digits wanting to touch Skywarp back, but it excited him that he wasn’t allowed to.
“I believe you were the one distracted by a kiss.”
Thundercracker smiled, his face heating a little.
Skywarp turned off the nozzle and stepped out of the washracks, reaching for a soft towel. He dried himself off and then proceeded to dry Thundercracker off as well. The considerate care that Skywarp was showing him calmed the fluttering of his spark a little.
Thundercracker again had the intrusive thought that he should not be doing this. He became very quiet, looking down at the floor, wondering if he should put a stop to this.
Skywarp gently brought his servo up to Thundercracker’s helm holding the side. “Do want to do this?” he asked with concern. “I can ask for something else.”
Thundercracker raised his optics, looking into Skywarp’s for a few beats of his spark. He saw kindness and concern, tinged with affection that made the energon in his lines quicken. He smiled and put his own servo over Skywarp’s, bringing the captured servo’s palm up to his lips as a means of reply.
He heard Skywarp’s engines rumble a little, and his own matched in reply.
“May I take control?” Skywarp asked, watching Thundercracker lavish his palm with kisses. Thundercracker was secretly relieved as he wasn’t sure he could stay out of his helm enough to keep the mood right. He nodded.
Skywarp gave his signature smirk and walked over to the berth, sitting on the edge. He curled a digit, asking Thundercracker to come to him.
Thundercracker hesitated a moment, hearing his sparkbeats echoing in his audials. He walked over slowly and stood in front of Skywarp, who looked up at him with unabashed want. Skywarp gently patted his lap.
Thundercracker stifled a sigh and crawled into his lap, straddling him with his knees to the side of his thighs. He wrapped his arms around the back of Skywarp’s neck to give himself balance.
“What a beautiful reward,” Skywarp murmured as his servos began to wander to Thundercracker’s aft. He stiffened a little but then tried to force himself to relax.
Skywarp seemed to sense his trouble. He kept touching him gently with deft digits tracing all over his frame. “Are you the one who usually leads things?”
“Yes, usually. Though it has been a long time.”
Skywarp nodded. “I like doing both,” he said. “And it kind of seems like you need to just let go for a little while.”
Thundercracker furrowed his brow at this. “This is supposed to be your reward, Skywarp. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Skywarp gently put a servo to Thundercracker’s neck, giving gentle pressure. The abruptness and intensity of his optics made him want to writhe on the lap he straddled. “What I want is for you to let go Thundercracker and eventually moan my name.” He pulled Thundercracker by the neck to kiss him passionately while holding him close with his other arm. Thundercracker was pleasantly trapped against Skywarp’s frame with their interface paneling rubbing against each other.
Skywarp moved his digits down to start rubbing the inside of his thigh. “Unsheath your spike.”
Thundercracker froze for a moment, unsure if he had heard Skywarp correctly. Skywarp smiled as they continued to kiss. “Your spike, Thundercracker. I want to play with it.”
Thundercracker did as he was told, his paneling pulling back to reveal his pressurized spike and wet valve. Skywarp immediately wrapped his servo around the spike, squeezing in a rolling motion around the base. Thundercracker gasped, rolling his hips into Skywarp’s servo, silently asking for more of his attention from his clever digits.
“Hmm?” Skywarp said, beginning to pump the erect spike. Thundercracker was a still a little bewildered but kept kissing Skywarp feverishly. His servo felt so good.
Skywarp varied the pace and drew his servo across the spike to thumb at the tip. Thundercracker moaned now, his helm falling into Skywarp’s neck as he tried to hide his blushing face. Skywarp kissed the side of his helm near his audial. “Let go, Thundercracker,” he whispered as he squeezed and pumped faster.
Thundercracker overloaded with a staccato gasp, his vents hitching as he spilled transfluid onto Skywarp’s servo and lap. Skywarp didn’t seem to mind as he kept pumping the spike and rumbling words of encouragement. Thundercracker risked looking at Skywarp’s face and was surprised at the strength of the fond smile he saw there.
“Hi there,” Skywarp said with his optics glowing bright. “Can I spike you?”
Thundercracker was still hazy after his mind-numbing overload, and stared for a minute at the abrupt change of pace. He distantly thought that this must be what it was like to be Skywarp, constantly changing directions, mind flitting from place to place quickly, just as his outlier ability allowed him to jump in space. “Yes,” he said, not recognizing the sound of his own voice. “Yes, please, yes.” Skywarp gently pulled him to lay down on the berth on his back. His frame was still slack and relaxed, but excitement for more interface with Skywarp began to grow.
Skywarp was incredibly reverent, which Thundercracker had not expected. He wiped down Thundercracker’s spike with incredible gentleness. He then settled himself between Thundercracker’s legs and wiped off some of the transfluid from his own lap with a cloth. He then brought his servo up to his mouth and lewdly licked some of the transfluid from his digits, while watching Thundercracker’s reaction.
Thundercracker held his vents in awe.
Skywarp smirked and leaned over him so that their arrays were now rubbing together. “You’re so easy to get riled up,” he said with a smile. “You must really be into me.”
“Unfortunatelyyyy-” Thundercracker started but had to stop as his voice caught from the pleasure happening between his legs. “You are my type,” he finished breathlessly.
“Really,” Skywarp said, bringing back the paneling to his spike with a snick. His spike was pressurized and Skywarp held it in his servo, pressing it against Thundercracker’s anterior node. Thundercracker stiffened in pleasure, as the torturous drag of spike across his array teased him. “What type is that?”
“Annoying,” Thundercracker replied with a smirk.
Skywarp laughed and then turned his spike down to start pressing into Thundercracker’s wet valve.
Thundercracker opened his legs wider and Skywarp sank into him, fully hilting himself. It was Skywarp’s turn to gasp now, and he looked so incredibly raptured that Thundercracker’s spark spun faster in his chest. He reached up and grabbed the back of Skywarp’s helm to pull him down into a kiss.
They moved together, hips rolling, finding a rhythm while they explored each other’s frames. Skywarp discovered that if he thumbed Thundercracker’s anterior node, he whined and panted more in need. Similarly, Thundercracker could get Skywarp to groan if he clenched his valve in time to his thrusts. They were slightly competitive in how they tried to increase the other’s pleasure as they both approached overload.
Skywarp came first after doubling his pace in a series of frenzied thrusts. He leaned his helm down onto Thundercracker’s chest as he twitched in bliss and pleasure. He continued to thrust and increased the pressure on Thundercracker’s node until he too shouted into overload, his entire frame trembling beneath Skywarp.
Thundercracker had not been fragged like that in a very long time. The mix of attentiveness, of competitiveness, and sheer affection was not only incredibly hot but also made him realize he was falling for the black and purple seeker a lot faster than he probably should.
Thundercracker sighed, trying to vent. Skywarp pulled himself out with a wince and angled himself against the contours of Thundercracker’s frame, nestling in beside him. “Will I get rewarded like this if I keep doing well in training?” Skywarp asked, tracing a digit down Thundercracker’s cockpit.
“That depends,” Thundercracker said, wrapping his arm around Skywarp’s back. “You’re going to have to perform really well to get control of me again.” Skywarp’s wings twitched in interest, and Thundercracker smiled softly. “Maybe incentive is the best motivation for you.”
“Only if said incentive is willing.” Skywarp pulled back to sit up and lean his chin on Thundercracker’s cockpit. “I don’t want to do this if it is just about getting me to do my duty. I was kinda hoping you wanted to keep doing this because… you liked it. Or me.”
Thundercracker stared at Skywarp for a few moments and then smiled. He pulled up a servo, running his thumb across the soft plating of Skywarp’s lips. “I did like it. And I would like to do it again.” He was relieved that he meant the words here, and the worry that he had been harboring in his spark fell away. “You’re a lot of fun, Skywarp. I’ve been missing fun.”
Skywarp smiled, apparently pleased by the answer. He nestled his cheek into Thundercracker’s cockpit and sighed contentedly. “I look forward to having more fun with you then,” he said as he started to drift into recharge.
Thundercracker smiled and followed shortly after.
“He’s doing much better,” Starscream said watching Skywarp perform aerial drills with the other officer’s candidates. “Whatever you did seemed to work.”
“Just a lot of extra training. Praise. Time and effort. Things that a commander should be doing.”
Starscream glared over his shoulder at Thundercracker who met his optics with indifference. “Somehow I don’t think you’d want me to train him. Not at least by your methods.”
Thundercracker found himself unaffected this time by the implication. “You’re right. He’s mine.”
Starscream smirked knowingly, and turned to leave. “I knew he would be,” he quipped, walking away with a wave of his servo.
Thundercracker bit the inside of his cheek with a laugh and stared up at Skywarp who seemed to notice his gaze and picked up the fanciness of his flying.
Thundercracker smirked and watched for a little longer.
