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The sun was setting over the metropolis. In the livingroom Bonecrusher was playing a game on the console while Prowl was filling some datapads. He couldn’t help but notice how Prowl was regularly rolling a shoulder. His wing was also sitting a bit off and it kept twitching. At one point he put the datapad down and got up to stretch his backstrut but stopped mid movement and groaned.
“You ok, Boss?” Bonecrusher put the game down.
“I got my cables in a twist or something.” his doorwing twitched again in annoyance.
“Ah, I see. I can help.”
Prowl paused. The pain was around his door hinge, so to resolve it, he would definerely have to remove some of the back kibble and expose sensitive protoform. He took one look at Bonecrusher and shook his head.
“I’ll just pass the medic tomorrow after my shift.”
“C’mon, Prowl! Do you think Hook or Scavenger never had back kibble issues?” Bonecrusher paused to consider why Prowl would refuse his help and then added. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
Prowl had his doubt about how gentle could the con actually be. His back did hurt. And the fact it was around the hinge didn’t help either. No matter what position he would keep the doorwing in, it offered only a momentarily relief. Bonecrusher looked really eager to help Prowl. His field emanated excitement akin to an excited puppy.
“C’mon! What do you have to lose?” the con got closer to Prowl, pushing himslef into his personal space.
It was less about what he could lose and more about gaining a spontaneous ER visit because Bonecrusher would live up to his name.
“Fine!” Prowl lifted his servos in defeat. “but if anything hurts in the slightest we stop.”
“Don’t worry, Prowl. It won’t.”
They decided to move to the bedroom so Prowl could lay on his front. Ever since he last changed his armour laying on his front is much more comfortable. He crossed his arms uder his chin and gave Bonecrusher green light to start removing his kibble. Prowl couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious and his partner could feel it poking through his field. Bonecrusher leaned over Prowl and pressed a kiss on the top of his helm to reasure him. He was surprisingly gentle and quick with the removal. Most likely he picked it from Hook. They were halfway trough the task without incidents. That made Prowl hopeful.
When servos touched the hinge he couldn’t stop his wing from twitching, nearly hitting Bonecrusher. Prowl sighed.
“Still good?” asked the con.
Prowl nodded. He offed his optics, anoyed by the pain and spasms. He thought maybe they should stop before Bonecrusher actually crushed him, but his train of thought was derailed when he felt something warm drip on his back.
“The frag!” he wanted to turn around but large servos kept him in place.
“Easy! It’s just some oil. Mixmaster’s special.”
Prowl groaned but complied. The sensation wasn’t bad. It was warm, and the smell was actually pleasant. He offed his optics and settled once again. He felt large servos gripping his lower back and coming up towards his hinged, not quite touching the area yet. Bonecrusher repeated the movement a couple of times, going around the problem area. Prowl was surprised how pleasnt this was feeling already. Bonecrusher’s servos traveled futher down before coming up, reaching all the way to the hinge. He pressed gentle enough to not hurt, but firm enough to make Prowl feel he was pressing against the knot.
“There.”
The servos travelled up all the way to his neck this time, before coming back down to the shoulderblade area. The con repeated the move a couple more times, and then going all the way down, coming up the sides and the turning his attention to the upper area.
The moment he managed to work out the knot he earned a moan from Prowl. He couldn’t help but move forward a bit and wiggle his doorwings before settling again, resting his head back down looking to the side this time. “Frag!”
Bonecrusher continued his ministration. His servos rubbed the sides of the trim waist before gently moving up and slinging slightly under Prowl and rubbing right under his front armour plating. He pressed his body against Prowl, avoiding to press against the kible free area.
“So, what do you say, boss?” he said lowly in his audial.
Prowl tensed a bit upon feeling the con so close. Their lower bodies were pressed together while larger servos gently rubbed right under his front armour.
“Does it feel better?”
“Not bad.” Prowl said, face heating up.
Servos travelled lower and lower until resting just above his panel.
“It can feel even better.”
“Crusher!” Prowl shouted looking over his shoulder.
His cheeks were burning from both annoyance and shame. Bonecrusher laughed.
“I was joking.” he moved his servos away from the area.
Bonecrusher resumed his massage and rubbed around both door hinges, making Prowl relax once again. He was aware Bonerusher was only half joking. They all desired him in every way possible. The fact they all wanted to frag him was not a surprise. Optics would always follow his every movement. Servos would always linger just a little longer. Some days they would try really hard to get into his panels. Prowl found it somehow cute when it didn’t annoy him. What really warmed his spark is how much they wanted Prowl’s acceptance even when it came to fragging. Insistent? A bit. But they would not lay a servo on Prowl without his consent. This was far from his innitial expectation.
At the very start he was repulsed by the sheer idea of being touched by them. But nowdays he began...wondering. In his spare time his processor began counting this as a posibility. More. He started thinking about...details. He always shook those thoughts away fast so none of them could catch him. They had their way of getting under his plating and he couldn’t bring himself to be repulsed by them or hate them anymore. Even now, he wasn’t disgusted by Bonecrusher’s sugesstion as much as he was just unprepared. Old wounds still too fresh in his spark to just say yes. The fact he was feeling unprepared rather than rejecting it completely made him think his processor must be bugged.
“Still with me?”
Bonecrusher snapped his train of thoughts.
“Not going anywhere with your big aft on top of me.”
The con giggled.
“Come here.”Prowl turned his head to the side.
The bulldozer complied and bent over Prowl. Once he got close enough Prowl gave him a peck on the cheek, shortcircuiting the other’s processor. Bonecrusher hid away in Prowl’s shoulder, making him laugh.
“I don’t mind if you stay the night.”
“For real?”
“If you want.”
“Frag yes!”
Bonecrusher hugged Prowl from behind.
“Careful now! Put my kibble back on first.”
“So it’s all better now?”
“Yeah, yeah ,yeah. Thank you.”
The con put everything back in place and let himself fall on the bed on his side next to Prowl. He wrapped an arm, around Prowl, dragging him closer.
“Who said you can sleep with me?” Prowl teased.
“C’mon, boss. Don’t be like this…”
Just as they were setling in the berth the bond became really active.
[Why does he gets to sleep over???]
[Hey! That’s unfair! I want a kiss too]
Prowl groaned and rolled his optics.
“Shut up, now! I wanna sleep” he turned to his bedmate. “This is all your fault.”
Bonecrusher laughed and gathered Prowl closer.
“Let them be jealous. You can make up to them another time.”
“Frag off. Recharge. I have work tomorrow.”
Bonecrusher ran a servo up and down his backstrut. Prowl considered for a while before he craned his neck and pressed a soft kiss on the bulldozer’s lips. Making his face heat up even more. Bonecrusher kissed back with more heat, and Prowl allowed it, but pulled back as soon as things were getting too heated. Bonecrusher got the message but still groaned.
“You’re killing me…”
“You’ll survive.”
Prowl settled down once again and offed his optics.