Tracks (11:43:25 PM):

::...Bonecrusher?::

Bonecrusher (11:44:19 PM):

:: ----KH--- :: *Lots of fuzzy static* :: ---...HNN? ::

Tracks (11:44:53 PM):

::--Bonecrusher?:: *Concerned, where before it was just curious* ::Are you all right?::

Bonecrusher (11:45:32 PM):

:: ---HHN.  K--NDA.  FRAGGIN' FIRE---IGHT.  WHAT D'YA WANT? ::

Tracks (11:46:43 PM):

::What did you do? ...You sound terrible. Are you hurt?::

Bonecrusher (11:48:03 PM):

:: JUS' A --BIT.  SLAGGIN' ---RD FACTION, AN' MEGATRON---- 'S A FLESHWOUND.  CLOCKED ME IN TH' FACE W---FULL BLAST. ::

Tracks (11:51:40 PM):

::I was going to ask what happened - I could hear it from my quarters and thought you might-:: *pause* ::...Do you want me to come?::

Bonecrusher (11:53:05 PM):

:: ....... :: *A moment later and the coordinates are sent over the commline* :: ....DON'T CARE.  'S YER OWN DEAL.  'M NOT M---CH FER COMPANY, SORRY T'SAY ---- KINDA TRYIN' T'FIX M'SE--F. ::

Tracks (11:55:45 PM):

*Accepts the coordinates, grimacing when he realizes how much further away that is* ::You're never much for company. I'll be there soon.::

Bonecrusher (11:56:10 PM):

:: HNN.  TH' SUSHI'S DEAD, S----N'T WORRY 'BOUT IT. ::

Tracks (12:03:00 AM):

*Tracks makes his way into the bowels of the Nemesis after grabbing what amounts to a small first aid kit from his quarters. He finds Bonecrusher's room after only one wrong turn, letting himself in carefully* Bonecrusher?

Bonecrusher (12:05:51 AM):

*He's currently somewhere half-between a still running washroom and the berth in the center of the room, leaning against the wall and looking fairly slagged.  His armor's pockmarked and scorched and melted in a few spots, and his head is sporting some lovely sparking activity that really brings out the one optic that's still working*  HNN.  *He looks at Tracks and waves a hand vaguely*  'S NICE, HUH?  *Mildly*

Tracks (12:13:00 AM):

*Walks up to him, looking at the ballistics scars first and ending with standing right in front of him, looking up at his face* "Nice" is not exactly the term I was thinking of. You should lie down, at least.

Bonecrusher (12:14:45 AM):

NNH.  FIGURED THA' - BEEN TRYIN' T'GET THERE FIRST.  *He pushes himself off the wall, swaying a bit and putting a hand against Tracks' shoulder, shoving him to the side lightly before he collapses, half on the berth and half on the ground* ........OW.

Tracks (12:16:35 AM):

*Scowls and kicks Bonecrusher lightly on one of his skating tires* Nicely done. Can I help now or do you want to stay like that?

Bonecrusher (12:18:30 AM):

'M A BIT TOO BIG FER Y'TA HELP, GORGEOUS.  GIMME A MOMENT, HERE.  *The world probably shouldn't be this shade of polka-dots, huh?  Oh well, he ignores the not-right world and heaves himself up, knee popping a bit as he forces himself onto his back - well, at least he's leaning against  the berth, now?  Slumped, more like, but those are silly details*

Tracks (12:24:13 AM):

...You should see a medic. *Worry colors his tone more than he'd like it to and he's moved closer, not that, as Crusher pointed out, he's much of a size to do any good*

Bonecrusher (12:25:52 AM):

NAH, 'S FINE.  NOTHIN' A LIL' ENERGON AN' NEAR SHUTDOWN WON'T FIX. *He looks up at Tracks mildly - well as much as he can with one optic - and shrugs a bit*  'M ALWAYS FINE.  JUS' NEEDA.... RELAX.  'ER SUMMIN.

Tracks (12:32:58 AM):

*Tracks shakes his head with a scowl and begins pushing at parts of Bonecrusher, trying to get him up on the berth completely - lying down at a -comfortable- angle might help him, you never know*

Bonecrusher (12:34:41 AM):

*Bonecrusher grunts but at least attempts to help the Corvette, shoving himself up to sit on the berth.  His leg creaks as he swings it up, but he pays it no mind, prefering to look at Tracks instead*  NOW, WHY'RE YOU HERE?  GONNA LECTURE ME ON GETTIN' INTA FIGHTS WITH TH' LIL' SEEKERS?

Tracks (12:39:04 AM):

...I was going to ask what happened, actually. I could hear gunfire from my room, but that was it. *Shrugs, climbing up onto the berth to sit near Bonecrusher's head -- the sparking looks painful, and even if his medical training is barely even worth mentioning, he can maybe stop it for the moment*

Bonecrusher (12:42:20 AM):

*He shifts a bit on the berth*  TC SLIGHTED LORD MEGATRON.  HIS LIL' GROUP O'FOLLOWERS THOUGHT THEY COULD TAKE US.  *Sneers a bit*  THEY COULDN'T.

Tracks (12:47:27 AM):

Seekers always do seem to operate with their heads in the clouds. *Dryly* Hold still-- *He reaches up, hands framing Bonecrusher's face, and looks at the damage* ...Who did you say 'clocked you in the face'?

Bonecrusher (12:48:32 AM):

........FIREFLIGHT.  GOT HIM UP AGAINST TH' WALL AN' HE GOT ME WITH A BLAST UNDER TH' JAW.  HURTS A FRAGGIN' GOOD BIT.

Tracks (12:55:37 AM):

I'm not surprised. *Tracks shakes his head a little and looks down, reaching into a compartment, feeling out of his depth in more ways than one* I can't do much for how it feels, but I have sealant, for the worst parts.

Bonecrusher (12:57:06 AM):

....'S FINE, TRACKS.  IT'LL ALL GET FIXED EVENTUALLY.  *He winces a little, shaking his head a bit*  JUS' NEED T'LET IT HEAL.

Tracks (1:01:49 AM):

...Then let me do it because I find it disturbing to have sparks raining all over my finish whenever you look at me. *He says, frustrated, but stubborn*

Bonecrusher (1:02:38 AM):

....ALRIGHT.  *He smirks a bit*  IF IT MAKES Y'FEEL BETTER ABOUT ME LOOKIN' AT YA, DO WHAT Y'WANT.

Tracks (1:09:55 AM):

*Makes a face, but pulls out the tube of sealant and does a quick but passingly thorough job of covering the worst of the open and electrically live spots, hands tilting Bonecrusher's head at angles to get them all and wincing at the worst of them. He finally drops the half-empty tube back into its place, venting air he'd been holding in to keep from drying the sealant too quickly* ...There, I think. You really should see a medic, at least for your optic.

Bonecrusher (1:11:34 AM):

.......MM.  I MIGHT.  ARCEE'S DECENT AT BANGIN' THINGS OUT.  *He looks awkward for a moment, then shrugs and puts a hand on Tracks' shoulder* ...THANKS.  Y'DIDN'T HAVE T'COME DOWN HERE, Y'KNOW.

Tracks (1:15:39 AM):

I know. I'm not even-- No, truthfully, I couldn't -not- come when you sounded like that. *Shrugs slightly*

Bonecrusher (1:18:24 AM):

....THA' PATHETIC, HUH?  *He snorts a bit* STILL, TH' SENTIMENT'S THERE.  OTHERWISE, Y'D PROB'LY NOT BE SEEIN' MUCH OF ME.

Tracks (1:21:12 AM):

It's not pathetic to be injured. *He glances at Bonecrusher's face* Why is that?

Bonecrusher (1:22:21 AM):

Y'KNOW HOW LONG THIS IS ALL GONNA TAKE T'HEAL UP NICE AN' NEAT?  'M STILL SEEIN' SPOTS, BUT AT LEAST NOW 'S ONLY GONNA LOOK MILDLY HORRIBLE, AS 'POSED T'BEIN'  HORRIBLE.

Tracks (1:25:09 AM):

*Smirks and shakes his head* Well, -now- you at least won't have to suffer through me visiting to make sure you don't deactivate while you're down here healing all alone.

Bonecrusher (1:27:06 AM):

*He makes a face, playing more for mock-hurt than anything*  IZZAT TH' ONLY WAY I'D GET Y'DOWN HERE?  T'WATCH POOR OL' OWLFACE TRY NOT T'COMPLETELY OFFLINE HIMSELF?  IF IT IS, I GOT SOME DIRE RATS I COULD BE GETTIN' MAULED BY, T'PREPARE Y'FER ANOTHER VISIT.

Tracks (1:31:55 AM):

*Elbows the larger mech in the chestplate - more lightly than he normally would, in deference to his injuries - still smirking* That desperate for my attention, Bonecrusher?

Bonecrusher (1:38:30 AM):

.......MAYBE I AM.  *Causally enough, but still honest*  WHAT CAN I SAY, I LIKE ATTENTION.

Tracks (1:54:48 AM):

*Glances at him* ...Indiscriminate slagger, you are. *The Corvette then shifts, getting up on his knees on the berth, and leans up to kiss the other mech, with feeling but still carefully*

Bonecrusher (1:58:09 AM):

INDISCRIM--? *He cuts himself off as the other kisses him, hooking a hand against Tracks' back and returning the motion, ignoring a little bit of clicking from somewhere in the back of his head as he deepens it a bit - Tracks can be careful as much as he likes, but Bonecrusher doesn't care one way or another*

Tracks (2:05:51 AM):

*He is careful, because someone should be if Bonecrusher won't, and he tries also to not lean his weight on the other as he kisses back, one hand running lightly, idly, along the edge of the bigger mech's chestplate*

Bonecrusher (2:11:34 AM):

*Bonecrusher sighs a bit and brings a claw up to the lower edge of a wing, sliding along it a bit roughly, though not really on purpose, and pulls back a bit* 'm not gonna break, gorgeous.  Din' break then, ain't gonna break now.

Tracks (2:14:27 AM):

*Tracks groans against Bonecrusher's mouth, and pulls away a little further when the kiss is broken* You might heal faster if you didn't go right back into things at full throttle, you know.

Bonecrusher (2:16:46 AM):

Heh.  Maybe.  But y'know, 'm not much fer takin' things slow.  'sides, most of it's superficial.  's just th' head tha' needs a bit of work.  *He follows Tracks as he pulls away, keeping the distance between their faces down to barely a centimeter*  Maybe y'could jus' distract me from th' pain...?

Tracks (2:24:33 AM):

*Raises optical ridges at his first comment* I'd noticed. But... maybe. I did come down here to help... *He leans back in, kissing deeper and hungrier, though not necessarily much harder yet*

Bonecrusher (6:55:40 PM):

*Bonecrusher tugs at Tracks, forceful in his own right - if the other wants to try and be gentle, he's just going to have to show that he doesn't need to be coddled.  He pulls the Corvette up against him, his claws slipping under Tracks' armor and lightly tugging at wires within his reach*

Tracks (7:13:09 PM):

*Making a noise of half-sparked protest, Tracks abandons that thought quite shortly in favor of kissing back harder, stretching under Bonecrusher's light, almost teasing touch. His own hands slide against the edges of the other mech's chestplate, toying with the catches a moment*

Bonecrusher (7:30:24 PM):

*That makes him smirk a bit, digging his claws in a little deeper - Bonecrusher shifts and drags his claws along the seam of the Corvette's armor, pulling away as he nears the chestplate, only to repeat the motion, alternating between barely touching to digging in and scraping against wires.  His other hand removes itself to pull and slide against the back of Tracks' neck, pushing a bit to bring him in deeper, growling just slightly*

Tracks (12:24:15 AM):

*Tracks writhes against the even more teasing touch, groaning softly, and pops the fastenings on Bonecrusher's chestplate. It's caught between them for the moment though, as he meets Crusher's mouth with assisted force, biting a little at his lip components*

Bonecrusher (12:28:55 AM):

*He grins now and twists a bit, moving his hand long enough to pry the chestplate away, very well throwing it to the side with a huge thud, not pulling away from the other more than the barest minimum.  His hand immediately returns to Tracks' side and he digs in, deep, pulling and scratching at wires within reach - and he bites back at his lips, a little sharper than intended*

Tracks (12:44:51 AM):

*The Corvette's hands delve into the mess immediately, but still with care, fingers tangling in wires as he moans and squirms, intakes already cycling air to cool down his internals*

Bonecrusher (12:51:17 AM):

Nn... *Bonecrusher pulls his head back a bit, still grinning*  An' yer sayin' I  should slow down....  *He tilts his head, then, and bites down against Tracks' neck, scraping his teeth along the wires available*

Tracks (1:53:18 AM):

You're, ah--! Nnnn, you're not doing that much work yet... *He says, half-teasing, his optics going unfocused as he pulls harder against internal wiring, fingertips scratching against them in retaliation*

Bonecrusher (2:19:09 AM):

*In retaliation, he gives the Corvette's neck a sharp bite, twisting up a bit into the other's hands*  's not like y'give me much t'work with....  *He reaches a hand back, grating the blunt edge of a claw down the seam of a wing*

Tracks (3:01:45 AM):

*Tracks almost yelps, body arcing in surprise at the sudden blossom of pain against his sensor array, and he has to fight for focus to ask, even in short* --what?

Bonecrusher (3:04:56 AM):

Mmm.... *He licks the bite, thankful that he didn't just pierce anything* Feel kinda silly, jus' goin' fer yer wings.  *As an example, he slides his claw into the seam, just barely scraping at it*

Tracks (3:28:18 AM):

But that-- *He shudders and tries to press into the touch* Ah, it-- doesn't -feel- silly...

Bonecrusher (3:31:29 AM):

*He presses his claw in a bit deeper, chuckling a little*  I can see tha'...

Tracks (5:20:26 AM):

*Quivers, vocalizer seizing for a second as he stills, hoping for more but not wanting to push too hard either* -- -Primus-, Bonecrusher... *He reaches down blindly, one hand gripping at the spark casing as if trying to distract him, or just do unto as is being done to him*

Bonecrusher (5:28:07 AM):

*He breaks away from Tracks' neck with a moan, shuddering and dragging his claw down the seam sharply* Nnnh.  *He leans forward and kisses Tracks with a force just barely on this side of brutal*

Tracks (7:31:11 AM):

*Tracks' cry is lost against Bonecrusher's mouth as he kisses back, squirming under the sudden, sharp oh-so-good pain that makes him squirm and cling to the other mech. His free hand delves down, joining the first to scratch at the surface of the casing, not nearly so hesitant this time*

Bonecrusher (11:48:13 PM):

*His spark flares from underneath its casing, accompanying Bonecrusher's loud groans - his claws at Tracks' side dig in, dragging up and scraping against one of the anchors of the other's chestplate*

Tracks (1:50:23 AM):

*The Corvette shivers and spends a moment debating, pulling from the kiss finally with a sharp nip as his  hands are already finding the catches to loosen it. Even if it's ruining the moment though, he's not going to throw aside his chestplate - he sets it well to the side and then turns back to Bonecrusher, almost haughty*

Bonecrusher (1:59:17 AM):

*Bonecrusher just smirks, shaking his head a bit and pulling Tracks back, kissing him hard.  His claws moves into the space between them, blunt edges stroking over internal wires lightly as the claw against the wing digs into the seam again*

Tracks (2:17:44 AM):

*He twitches and shudders under the somewhat unfamiliar touch, feeling far more vulnerable than he thought he would have ever allowed himself to be in front of this mech in particular and, consequently, a little like his spark casing is already wide open, spark pulsing quickly for Bonecrusher to see. He kisses back and regulates his intakes, cycling air through a little faster just to calm down*

Bonecrusher (2:28:07 AM):

*He lets his hand wander a bit more, claws scraping a bit when he drags them along thicker cables, making quietly pleased noises.  He's hardly going to do anything stupid with Tracks just now letting him have this much power, and so he keeps his movements slow, relatively easy to calculate, and just as easy to pull back from.  He pulls out of the kiss, again going for the fuel line in Tracks' neck - mostly because he likes to hear the Corvette*

Tracks (2:44:37 AM):

*Moaning, he lets his head fall back as Bonecrusher's mouth closes on his throat, gripping at the other's shoulders tightly, utterly distracted by the multiple attacks on his sensitive wiring. It does help though, going slow, even if he feels half-silly for it and warmed by the consideration*

Bonecrusher (2:53:07 AM):

*Bonecrusher nips at the line in his mouth, smirking at the sound.  In response, he takes up one of the lines running alongside the casing, taking it between two claws and scraping down it, matching the slow pace of his hand in Tracks' chest with the claw currently dragging and sliding inside the seam of Tracks' wing*

Tracks (3:30:48 AM):

*Tracks writhes with a helpless sort of sound at that, one hand pressing to the back of Bonecrusher's head, the other grasping tightly at the tread of one wheel. He feels his spark stutter, claws so close to his casing, and his intakes whine with the sudden pull of air through them to cool his internals at the sensation*

Bonecrusher (3:40:43 AM):

*The hand against his head reminds him of something that his dazed processors had forgotten.  He pulls back from Tracks' neck and looking him over for a moment before shifting, claws pricking against the casing itself lightly.  He debates for a bit on if it's even worth the attempt, since Tracks had been so hesitant about just removing the plating*

Tracks (4:04:48 AM):

*The Corvette freezes in mid-arch, as if terrified to move but more from focusing on the feel of sharp clawpoints, hands pressed tightly to Bonecrusher and thighs clinging to his sides as he mumurs* ...Please, just-- do -something-...

Bonecrusher (7:41:01 PM):

*Bonecrusher smirks at that, claws scraping much more firmly against the line in Tracks' chest, the other hand moving down to grab the Corvette's aft, pulling the other up higher on his chassis.  With one last look at the other's face, he shifts and ducks his head, using the new vantage point to give the Corvette's casing one long, heavy lick*

Tracks (8:18:47 PM):

*Fingers digging in tighter as he's shifted, Tracks wonders what he's doing for a bare moment before optics widen in realization -- and then he moans, grasping at Crusher desperately as errors pop up in abundance only to be summarily shut down in favor of more, more, Primus, yes-- Which comes out of his vocalizer half-staticky and awed and strained all at once.*

Bonecrusher (8:25:24 PM):

*He licks the casing again, glossa delivering a series of shorter licks along one edge of the casing, nipping lightly at one corner - his claws continue to scrape along wires, still careful but not nearly as much as earlier, taking more liberties with pressure.  As long as Tracks is letting him in here, he's not about to stop*

Tracks (8:42:37 PM):

*As intense as it felt at first, it's nothing to how much better it gets, each touch pulling incoherent sounds of pleasure from his vocalizer, a near-yelp as teeth and claws do their work - and he couldn't let go if he -tried- now, wiggling a little against Bonecrusher as it edges close to pain with the intensity of it*

Bonecrusher (8:55:31 PM):

*Humming a bit in contentment, Bonecrusher continues, using his claws to pull the wire within range for him to suck on it briefly before returning to the casing in full, scraping his dentals along it, alternating bites and licks against the edges.  His hand at Tracks' aft tightens its hold and pulls him up close, helping the Corvette cling to him as he utterly enjoys this whole position*

Tracks (9:12:42 PM):

*His spark flutters and pulses within his casing and it's not long before the amount of warnings are too much to be ignored, ecstasy crashing through every sensor and straight to his processor as overload hits with an intensity that holds on for long enough to nearly fry important circuits before it sends him offline, still spasmodically clinging to the other mech*

Bonecrusher (12:51:48 AM):

*Bonecrusher pulls his hand away from the Corvette's chest in slight surprise, moving it around to cross over Tracks' back.  He delivers a few more licks to the casing even as Tracks offlines, before pulling his head back up, still holding the other close, engine rumbling in a pleased sort of way*

Tracks (1:23:14 AM):

*When systems reboot, his intakes venting hot air in gusts, he makes a low, groggy sound as he lifts his head and peels his fingers from the bits of armor they'd been clenched around.* ...nnf?

Bonecrusher (1:24:26 AM):

*He chuckles at that, watching the other come online with a smirk*  Welcome back, gorgeous.

Tracks (1:43:28 AM):

*Smiles lazily, his exhausts finally cooling down near normal* Mmm. I hadn't ever tried it like that before.

Bonecrusher (1:47:52 AM):

*Frowning a bit at that, he shakes his head*  Yer serious?  Lazy-afted partners, then.  *His engine's rumbling quite contentedly as he asks* Worth th' brief moment of trust?

Tracks (1:56:25 AM):

*Chuckles, then nods slowly, looking quite satisfied* Really, yes.

Bonecrusher (2:03:49 AM):

*His claws slide lazily over Tracks' back and he kisses him easily*  Good, then.  Try t'make it worthwhile, after all.

Tracks (2:11:02 AM):

*Kissing back, Tracks smirks a little, reaching down to idly stroke a thick cable attached to 'Crusher's spark casing* You do and it definitely was. Though I thought the point was to distract -you- from the pain.

Bonecrusher (2:13:17 AM):

Mmm... That distracted me fine, though...  All those pretty sounds...  *His engine revs just a bit at the other's touch, leaning into it slightly, hands still at the other's back*

Tracks (2:48:46 AM):

*Tracks' smirk widens, half-smug, and he scritches lightly at the casing itself* That's good. I would feel bad if you hadn't gotten -something- out of that...

Bonecrusher (2:58:31 AM):

*He purrs, offlining his optics and smiling a bit lazily as he kisses the Corvette*  Believe me, gorgeous, jus' th' noises can get me goin'.  But now y'know jus' what y'can do t'me, hmm?

Tracks (3:18:30 AM):

What? *he asks curiously, though he's still slow with contentedness*

Bonecrusher (3:38:47 AM):

Mm... 'm tellin' ya that what I jus' did fer ya is what y'did fer me.  *His claws slide against a wing idly*  So now y'know what y'do t'me.  's a fair trade of intel, ain't it?  *Chuckles a bit*

Tracks (3:47:04 AM):

*The Corvette blinks, then looks pleased and rather touched, optics narrowing a little at the shivery touch against the back of his wing* I suppose that will do. *And he kisses Bonecrusher warmly, lightly nipping at his mouth*

Bonecrusher (3:49:21 AM):

Y'suppose, huh...  *His hand reaches around to scrape clawtips lightly down Tracks' casing, leaning in to deepen the kiss and making a pleased sound at the light biting*

Tracks (3:58:30 AM):

*He makes a sound of half-sparked protest, shivering as he feels his spark do the same, and warnings trickle back into his diagnostics. Tracks pulls back a little, trying not to cling quite as much as he feels like doing as he gives Bonecrusher a rueful look* Primus, that's... I feel like I'm armored in glass around you.

Bonecrusher (4:02:00 AM):

*Bonecrusher follows as Tracks pulls back, more focused on trying to kiss the other at the moment, keeping just a bare blink of space between them*  I can't help tha' much.  Though, glass does let some fairly attractive colors through when th' sun hits right, doesn't it?  *He looks the other over briefly*  Feel free t'kick my aft at any open moment fer makin' y'feel any particular way a'tall.

Tracks (4:09:35 AM):

*Snorts indelicately and leans forward for another quick kiss* Then there would- *kiss* Be a -lot-- *kiss* Of aft-kicking- *kiss and an odd, unreadable smile* But I rather enjoy using my energy in more productive ways.

Bonecrusher (4:12:44 AM):

*Laughing a bit at that, he kisses the Corvette back*  Hn.  Like polishin' yerself t'look pretty fer th' car show y'Autobots hold every weekend?  *Lightly, more teasing than anything - if Crusher could pull off "coy" this would be it* Th' rumors are afloat, after all.

Tracks (4:20:12 AM):

Mmmm, I don't even bother to show up - I have to let them enjoy their competition without stealing first place -every time-. *Another kiss and a light nip from the Corvette, who seems very pleased and amused by the teasing* So I just spend the weekend polishing as well.

Bonecrusher (4:24:18 AM):

Be careful, there, gorgeous - let those other racecars win an' they might start t'get uppity.  *His optics flash, however, and he pulls Tracks tighter against him with a satisfied look*  'course, 'm wonderin' what you really  mean by polishin', at this point.  *He even gives the other a slightly bemused look - then again, does it look  like this guy ever polishes himself?*

Tracks (4:28:46 AM):

*Tracks smiles rather coyly himself and shifts to get flush against Bonecrusher's chassis* Making sure I look and feel my best... Maybe I should just leave it to your imagination.

Bonecrusher (7:42:37 PM):

Hmm...  *Bonecrusher gives the Corvette a rather long, leisurely kiss, claws sliding easily along the casing under them*  My imagination ain't such a good place t'let yerself become a part of.  It can get kinda wild.

Tracks (7:48:00 PM):

*Arches an optic ridge, engine purring* Really now?

Bonecrusher (7:52:32 PM):

*Frowning a bit, he tweaks a wire in Tracks' chest*  Maybe.  Then again, I could be completely lyin'.  Though... I suppose imaginin' takin' off all yer armor an' lickin' every last readily visible wire might be a little outta yer tastes.

Tracks (8:08:17 PM):

*Tracks shivers and makes a soft sort of moan, one hand gripping tightly at the edge of Bonrcrusher's chest compartment* ...Primus. That's... *The Corvette looks morbidly intrigued, shaking his head a little despite how his engine revs at the thought of it*

Bonecrusher (8:25:46 PM):

....An interestin' idea, one way or another?  *He smirks and bites at the Corvette's mouth lightly, claws alternating between scraping at internal wires and sliding along the other's back*

Tracks (8:58:15 PM):

Mmmhmm... *Groaning a little, he stretches and arches under Bonecrusher's hands, focus dissolving*

Bonecrusher (9:20:44 PM):

*His hand inside the other's chest is again working at the spark casing, dragging across it with alternating pressure - one moment he will press down harshly against the metal, and in the next second his claws will barely even touch.  His other hand, meanwhile, drags up under armor and begins to pull at wires again, sliding them between clawtips*

Tracks (9:50:46 PM):

*The Corvette's engine revs with interest, chassis shuddering as he rocks against Bonecrusher, wondering distantly how many times he intends on doing this and if he can take it - not that he'd stop him* Primus, -yes--

Bonecrusher (10:18:00 PM):

Mmm.  *Bonecrusher's own engine responds with almost a purr as he turns his head, lightly teething and licking the wheel on one of Tracks' shoulders, grinning a bit*

Tracks (11:00:21 PM):

*Tracks whines softly, hands digging down into cabling and wires just to have something to grip and touch, his optics dimmed.* I don't know how you do this to me so easily, but don't ever stop- *He murmurs, his expression rather blissed out*

Bonecrusher (11:04:43 PM):

Not intendin' to, gorgeous.  *With his engine rumbling in his chest, Bonecrusher leans into the Corvette's hands, dragging a clawtip along one of the casing's seams a bit roughly*

Tracks (12:27:24 AM):

*He arcs up, gasping, and fingertips claw at heavy wiring* Bonecrusher--!

Bonecrusher (12:30:55 AM):

*He groans in response, repeating the motion as he bites briefly at the tire, before moving to the crook of Tracks' neck, nipping harshly at a fuel line*

Tracks (2:18:31 AM):

Aa-- *Wings flexing, Tracks rocks against him harder, armor protesting with a squeal of metal-on-metal as his spark seems to crave more contact and he indulges it as far as he's willing.*

Bonecrusher (2:26:16 AM):

Tracks...  *He hisses out the Corvette's name against fuel lines, hand shifting to almost cover the casing, claws sliding against edges as he tries to get the most coverage possible, almost massaging the casing in his attempts*

Tracks (2:49:11 AM):

*He cries out as his casing is enveloped in the gentle/painful/careful/sharp touch and he makes a low, nearly pained sound before overload rushes through him once again, holding him in a grip of system feedback for longer than last time but thankfully less strong, though no less intense. Finally collapsing forward, not offlined but certainly shaky, he fights the urge to find his chest plate and replace it, cover himself*

Bonecrusher (2:57:52 AM):

*He pulls his hand away, tilting his head back to deliver the Corvette a feral grin, reaching his hand up to hold onto the back of Tracks' neck, holding him firmly against him*

Tracks (3:18:25 AM):

*Tracks goes rather gratefully, offlining his optics as he rests his head against 'Crusher's shoulder, engine idling softly*

Bonecrusher (3:31:38 AM):

*Bonecrusher's hand flexes against the back of Tracks' neck, engine rumbling lightly at just how easily  the Corvette is going along with everything he's done so far*  ....Is glass bad, by th' by?

Tracks (3:44:07 AM):

It isn't particularly durable. *He says after a moment, wondering at first where the question had come from* Or very opaque.

Bonecrusher (3:54:07 AM):

....Mm, suppose not...  *He shakes his head slightly, tilting it to rest against Tracks'*