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Red Alert opened the door to his and Jetfire’s house, and immediately went for the washracks.
Since Cybertron was being rebuilt, he and Jetfire had gotten their washracks fixed, the bathtub was able to be used after cycles of being broken.
Which was good, since Red Alert's body was aching, and hot water always felt nice on it.
He turned on the nozzle, hot water immediately coming out of the spout. Red Alert carefully got into the tub, leaning against the wall. He turned off the water as it reached his ankles.
The hot water felt great against his aching pedes. He sat there in silence for a few moments before he decided to lay down in the tub.
He sighed as the hot water reached all around his body. Primus, it felt good.
At some point, the front door opened and closed as someone came in.
“Red?”
He sat up as he heard Jetfire. “I’m in the washracks!”
He listened to Jetfire walk around the living room for a moment before he peeked in, finding Red Alert in the tub.
“Hello, Red. Are you okay?”
“Ya. Bad pain day. Hot water helps with it.”
Jetfire nodded before standing awkwardly for a moment, as if he was thinking over something.
“May I…join you?”
Red Alert smiled softly as he shifted over, making room for his partner. “Of course.”
Jetfire made his way to the tub, climbing in and fitting in as best as he could. Red Alert noticed how the water barely came up to Jetfire's pedes, and turned the nozzle back on, and water started pouring out again.
It went for a moment before Red turned it off, the water now covering Jetfire's pedes, and Red Alert's waist was now submerged. He leaned up against Jetfire, who in turn, wrapped an arm around the smaller bot, and placed a kiss on his helm.
Red Alert's optics went over Jetfire's plating, noting the dirt on it. He shuffled out of Jetfire's embrace and over to the small shelf nearby.
“Red? What are you doing?”
“You're dirty. You need a good wash.”
He grabbed a cloth and some soap and went back beside Jetfire, wetting the cloth and applying the soap onto it. He started wiping circles on Jetfire's side, taking the dirt away.
“Red, I can do that.”
“Let me take care of you, Jet,” Red Alert murmured.
Jetfire remained silent as Red Alert moved all around his body, climbing into his lap to get the places he couldn't reach. Every time he finished, Red placed a small kiss in the area before moving on to clean another part of the jet.
Jetfire loved the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way.
Red Alert got to Jetfire's shoulder joint, and after a closer inspection, he found a build up of dirt in there.
“I've slept with you every night, and then I find all this dirt…” Red Alert mumbled as he placed the cloth within the joint.
Jetfire made a small noise, and Red paused, looking up at his partner. Jetfire gave a small nod to continue on, and Red Alert started again, digging out the dirt.
After a while, Red Alert was done cleaning Jetfire, and he tossed the dirty cloth aside, and settled into Jetfire's lap.
Jetfire scooched over, closer to the shelf, and grabbed a new cloth, applying some soap on it. He wrapped his arms around Red Alert before laying down in the tub, moving his wings to fit inside.
Red Alert relaxed in his embrace as Jetfire brought the cloth to the smaller mech's back, rubbing it up and down.
“Jet, you don't have to-”
“Shh. Let me take care of you, too.” Jetfire spoke quietly.
“If it's because I washed you-”
“Red Alert. I'm doing this because I enjoy taking care of you. So let me.”
Red Alert nodded against the plating and went quiet, allowing Jetfire to wash him now. He went into smaller crevices, carefully washing the joints.
As Jetfire washed, he watched Red Alert’s face. It was peaceful, relaxed. His optics weren't focused on anything in particular, rather, he was more enjoying the sensation of the cloth against his body. If Jetfire had to guess, the cloth rubbing against Red's plating was likely easing up some of his pain.
Jetfire finished up, the washing taking a shorter amount of time due to the smaller size, and tossed the cloth to where Red Alert had thrown the previous one. He relaxed against the tub, holding Red close.
Red Alert shimmied closer to Jetfire's face, and soon, their faces centimeters apart. Red smiled as he lowered down, and their lips met.
It was soft and slow and perfect.
The kiss went on for a few moments, before they broke apart. Red Alert smiled as he went back down to Jetfire's chassis, resting his head right where Jetfire's autobot symbol was.
Jetfire smiled back as he held Red Alert, and rubbed their back slowly, feeling the smaller bot relax against him.
After a while, Jetfire had noticed that Red Alert's optics were shuttered.
“Red? Are you awake?”
Red Alert stirred as he blinked his optics open, before bringing a hand to rub them.
“Hm?”
“I asked if you were awake.”
He nodded. “Ya, just resting my optics.”
“Do you want to move to the berth, or…?”
Red Alert dipped his hand into the water, and swished it around slowly.
“Nah. The water's still warm.”
Jetfire hummed as he relaxed back into the tub, watching as Red continued to move his hand around the water. He eventually took his hand out and started tracing glyphs into Jetfire's plating.
Jetfire could only recognize one of the glyphs. Love. He placed another kiss on Red's helm, watching as he slowly smiled, before placing a kiss on Jetfire's chassis, and going back to tracing the glyphs. Jetfire decided to trace some nonsense shapes along Red's back, copying what Red was doing.
They sat in there for a few more peaceful moments before Red Alert's optics started shuttering again, and his tracing became more lazy.
“Okay, I believe it's time to move to the berth.” Jetfire chuckled softly.
Red Alert hummed as Jetfire's grip on him tightened, and he slowly got up, draining the water and grabbing a towel to dry them both off.
He stepped out of the tub, still holding onto Red as he made his way to the berthroom. He settled Red Alert into the berth. He didn't get into the berth, and instead, was about to leave.
“Jet? Where are you going?” Red mumbled.
“I have some work I have to finish up.”
Red Alert sat up. “I wanna be with you, then.”
Jetfire smiled softly. “You don't have to. You're tired.”
“I know. But I want to be with you more.”
Jetfire went back to the berth, and picked them up, bringing them to the living room. He situated Red Alert in his lap, and grabbed a datapad he placed nearby earlier, and turned it on, starting to work.
Red Alert eventually fell into recharge watching Jetfire work.