PepsiConvoyRocks (2:13:16 AM):

PepsiConvoyRocks (2:13:16 AM):	is easily leading Tracks through the Ark's hallways, humming aimlessly with his arms behind his back. He, for once, knows exactly where he's going, and is quite content to keep up a lazy stroll towards their destination
flyingcorvette (2:14:51 AM):	Is, frankly, more and more surprised as he accompanies Convoy, given the other mech's predilection for getting lost or being otherwise unfocused. He's also, now, very curious What is it you wanted to show me?
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:16:37 AM):	looks over his shoulder with a light smile Just something that I seem to have found in my many wanderings. This place is, after all, full of secrets. hums a bit Some of the things, it seems, cannot be found unless you don't know you're looking for them, strange as that might be. laughs a bit I think you will be one of the few people around to appreciate this as much as I.
flyingcorvette (2:19:44 AM):	Tracks' optics widen slightly, wondering what it could be, on the Ark, that Convoy could be speaking of ...Really? Now you've got my curiosity piqued.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:20:51 AM):	laughs I thought as much. I daresay it isn't much more than a storage closet in itself, but it gets the job done. And.... Hum. pauses, looking around --I believe it was this way. ....maybe he isn't so good with directions.
flyingcorvette (2:24:09 AM):	He grins slightly, amused ...If you tell me what it is, I can likely get us there.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:26:46 AM):	shakes his head No, no. That would ruin what little surprise there might be! And in either case, I believe we went the right... A-hah. We did. he comes to a stop outside a completley nondescript door - as a matter of fact, it looks less like a door and more like a part of the wall. The only really telling sign is that it has a keypad next to it. The keypad looks beaten up, like someone hit it in frustration after not being able to open it, and he wastes no time in putting in a random code Do you know this place?
flyingcorvette (2:29:28 AM):	Tracks shakes his head, rather startled as he realizes this is somewhere he either hadn't noticed or never visited ...No, actually.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:30:56 AM):	grins now and pushes Accept, the door sliding open with a small click. The room inside is completely dark. Well, then, I suppose I found something worth showing! he then moves behind the other, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him easily into the dark
flyingcorvette (2:33:49 AM):	He steps inside under Convoy's guidance, a little wary but not quite believing Convoy would mean him harm either Ah... Maybe? I'm not sure what could be here...
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:37:18 AM):	laughs lightly and lets go of the other's shoulder, trusting Tracks not to go blindly into that good night, and turns to feel along the wall for a light sensor I was quite surprised to find it myself... and he finds the sensor, hitting it so that the room slowly lights up, the lights on half power. The room is, in essence, a storage closet that has been fitted to be more of a personal washrack than anything, with spouts against the far wall, one atop the ceiling, and two more in either corner of the far wall & ceiling. There's even a shelving unit fixed against one wall, filled with random carwash-related items
flyingcorvette (2:43:15 AM):	Tracks stares a moment, optics wide. This... Oh my. This is quite the unexpected, but pleasant, surprise, which is likely obvious from the look on his face as he moves further in. He glances back at Convoy, at a loss for the moment ...You found this? On accident?
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:46:49 AM):	nods easily, the door sliding shut with a satisfied ding I found the washracks themselves to be... rather crowded, most of the time. And so, I took it upon myself to keep an eye out for other avenues to pursue. Luckily for me, my rather terrible navigational skills wound me up here. It was in a rather shoddy state of disrepair... I had to clean it a bit, give it its own personal polish, hack into the security system to replace whatever code it was using before I found it... wanders over to the shelving unit, already looking through it idly I do like my privacy, after all.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:47:48 AM):	is, by the way, completely unrepentant about breaking into the room
flyingcorvette (2:51:35 AM):	Is not so disturbed by the implication of breaking into random rooms - if this was in disrepair, then likely whomever made it is now long gone, and the room had been forgotten for vorns ...This is amazing. He looks at the room again, from the spouts to the shelves and back again, remembering last night's stay in the washracks, hoping no one would walk in on his somewhat frantic cleansing You fixed it - it works?
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:53:41 AM):	nods again, humming thoughtfully as he reorganizes a shelf in thought I did. It took a little more effort than I thought it would, but the possibilities were far too endless to simply give up on it. looks at Tracks for a moment, then smiles It looks far cleaner than the public washroom, I think. Do you like it?
flyingcorvette (2:59:16 AM):	He nods, a little wide-eyed still as he looks at Convoy in return Yes, I do. Tracks steps closer to Convoy, impressed - and then confused, somewhat ...Why are you showing me, though?
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:02:39 AM):	turns back to the shelves, looking thoughtful Well, to tell you the truth my friend, you seem to be fairly tense and out-of-sorts. Last night in particular - though, forgive me that I don't spend as much time with you as a proper friend should - you seemed on edge. laughs lightly And you weren't even asked to bark like a dog! And so, I was thinking to myself that you seemed stressed, and could use some relaxation. shifts some things to the side, laying it all out So, I thought I might indulge you with a wash.
flyingcorvette (3:10:12 AM):	Oh really now? Tracks stares at him again, wondering how many times he can be surprised in one evening. ...A wash? Is that an octave raise? I do believe so. Though he doesn't seem uncomfortable; maybe more like entranced, the idea of a wash by someone else's hand a rather inviting idea I have been rather stressed lately, yes.
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:14:10 AM):	looks at the other briefly, before smiling slightly You look slightly worn, to be honest. I'm not much of a detailer, but I do believe I can at least help with the stress. pauses for a moment, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling, before returning his gaze to the other bemusedly I take it you're agreeing, in either case?
flyingcorvette (3:17:12 AM):	A pause, and then Tracks nods slowly, a little bemused at what seems to be an entirely innocent offer despite the act being slightly more intimate than not ...Yes.
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:21:43 AM):	intimacy is a word that you'd probably have to define for Convoy, mind. Lovely! hums a bit more and then finally picks out a sponge (out of the dozens organized by texture and size), nodding to himself in satisfaction I had to take a few liberties finding these things, but it seems to have worked out in the end... walks over to the faucets - the room isn't exactly big,* but there's at least enough room to move - and turns them on, adjusting them deftly for a pretty nice, decently warm temperature off the bat*
flyingcorvette (3:29:46 AM):	Can't seem to stop staring, really, this being probably the most unexpected thing this evening, even with Prime shooting up the common room It's very nice. He stands, honestly a little unsure what to do now
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:33:05 AM):	what, he's not allowed to do nice things for his friends (like give them full rubdowns)? Convoy goes back to the shelves, letting the water warm a bit more, and grabs a bottle of [insert expensive-brand-name car soap], before moving back to the full downpour of the water, looking at Tracks in amusement You're going to have to come a little closer, my friend. After all, it is rather hard washing someone who isn't in the water - or even in arm's reach. says this with just a hint of a laugh
flyingcorvette (3:36:05 AM):	Sheepish, Tracks smiles and moves forward, under the spray, and up to arm's reach for the taller mech Sorry. It's been a long time since I've been washed by anyone but myself.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:12:37 PM):	nods his head slightly at the other, before applying a healthy amount of soap to the sponge and setting the bottle aside. He brings his one empty hand up to pull the other a bit closer, before starting with the sponge, moving it in careful circles against the other's shoulder. He's not precisely sure where to start, but this seems good enough~
flyingcorvette (2:15:15 PM):	Relaxing slightly, Tracks smiles and shifts a little to give him better access, tilting his head to the side. ...This is very generous of you.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:18:11 PM):	chuckles lightly and continues working against the shoulder, using Tracks' headtilt to get closer to the neck I feel it's necessary for me to apologize, but words often sound meaningless. And besides, you do look as though you need some relaxation.
flyingcorvette (2:24:08 PM):	Mmm, yes... I suppose I probably do. Ruefully, relaxing a little more at the feel of the sponge against his armor, the heat of the water spray also beginning to draw out tension
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:29:09 PM):	he begins working on the wheel closest to him, shifting so that he's more beside the other than in front of him. Wheels are so picky, too, needing different levels of pressure in different places, but he takes care of that, adjusting his touch for each individual part - tire, rim, etc
flyingcorvette (2:44:49 PM):	Tracks sighs, leaning into the press of the sponge with a beatific expression; it's so nice to have someone else understand the difference, to press harder in one place and lighten the touch for another You're very good at this...
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:49:05 PM):	I do try. It takes a while to learn the subtleties but once you do... he shifts his weight and starts drawing the sponge under the wheel, fitting it in to some of the smaller crevases Do you manage to get this all yourself? The hidden spots?
flyingcorvette (2:56:06 PM):	It was a moment before Tracks could answer, distracted as he was by the suddenly more intimate touch, the sponge sliding further into rarely accessed spots Ah.. no. Not on my own. I usually trust to the water pressure to get where I can't reach.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:59:58 PM):	nods at the response, shifting the sponge to reach more of the space the other can't get to himself It generally does, but I would suspect another's touch to help. after he's sure he's at least given a valiant attempt on the wheel's general proximity, he shifts more and starts working forward, arm half-hooking over Tracks' shoulder
flyingcorvette (3:10:02 PM):	Tracks leans back, moving where he can to make it easier for Convoy to reach, though he feels slightly off-balance for it, which adds to the overall strangeness, even if it's also thoroughly enjoyable so far This... Yes. Water pressure isn't nearly as discriminating...
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:14:31 PM):	smiles and steps closer to Tracks, arm reaching to get more of the other's chestplate under his soapy grip I wouldn't expect it to be. Water is only good at a select few things. his other hand, previously just hanging around, comes up to hold the other's shoulder, half-seeing an inherent lack of balance, half just because it needs to do something
flyingcorvette (3:30:23 PM):	Tracks leans into the grip on his shoulder, shivering slightly as the sponge sweeps across his chest, sensors lighting up at the slick touch True. His hand lifts to rest on top of Convoy's after a moment, finding comfort in the other presence as much as his actions Have you done this before?
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:33:30 PM):	Ah... Not particularly, no. At least, I assume I haven't. chuckles a little, going for a window with the sponge I seem to have some idea as to what I'm doing, but other than that, your guess is simply as good as my own.
flyingcorvette (3:38:50 PM):	Either way, I'm not complaining. Tracks jumps a little as the sponge squeaks across the transparent material, though he relaxes again quickly, with a half step backwards to press his back against Convoy - for stability, you see.
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:42:12 PM):	Convoy takes that in a stride, you know, since this is what he's here for~ I would hope not - that would generally involve me doing something wrong. frowns a bit If I do start doing something to your displeasure, you'll have to let me know. I'm afraid I'm not one to notice these things... is currently using the sponge to get into some of the seams of Tracks' armor, hoping to clean those out to both of their satisfaction
flyingcorvette (3:46:11 PM):	...I know you didn't mean anything by... what you did. Quietly It was jus-- ooh, there~ He groans, Convoy's touch firm enough to ease in where Tracks can't get leverage on his own, and he arches a little against the feeling
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:48:02 PM):	oblidges the other's wishes, pressing harder into the seam It was rude of me, considering you had previously shown your discomfort. I sometimes just... forget these things.
flyingcorvette (3:53:59 PM):	It's-- Mm, it's all right. Tracks leans his shoulders back against Convoy as he presses harder into the firm, soapy strokes of the sponge You're always so polite, otherwise... Just that damned song... He babbles slightly in his distraction, the sponge finding more places to trigger sensors long-untouched
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:57:06 PM):	shakes his head a little, bringing the sponge around to work on the other side of Tracks' body, repeating his actions again It's an odd song. I just happened to overhear it, and I couldn't get it out of my head.... I don't excuse myself from my actions, however - I really do apologize. You obviously have enough to deal with, my absent-mindedness aside.
flyingcorvette (4:12:12 PM):	Tracks fairly squirms as every sensation repeats itself, no less pleasurable for having been done to the other side already Apology accepted, really. He has to pause, cycling air for long moments as he leans against Convoy ...This feels very good, by the way. A little overwhelming.
PepsiConvoyRocks (7:56:12 PM):	he frowns slightly, continuing his work on the other's armor, now going over the plates more than the seams, hand working at a smooth, steady pace If I become a little to unbearable for you, feel free to stop me. He's quite steady on his feet, by the way, taking Tracks' weight with no problem
flyingcorvette (8:06:02 PM):	Tracks laughs softly, trying not to squirm into the touch as much as he would like to --Not unbearable, not by any means. Confusing, though? Just a little. Tracks wonders at Convoy, realizing he's more than meets the eye, but not sensing anything but honest concern from him here
PepsiConvoyRocks (9:38:52 PM):	I would hope not - this would be a horrible way to apologize, if it were. laughing a little, Convoy shifts his weight and presses up against Tracks, hand moving steadily along the other's stomach...area? Neither he nor the mun are sure what that'd be called, but he knows for a fact there's plenty of small spaces and seams to clean, which he takes full responsibility over. He's also unaware that he's doing anything other than, you know, cleaning the other. Well. As far as anyone can tell, at least
flyingcorvette (10:16:02 PM):	It's difficult to think of Convoy being quite that devious, but Tracks supposes it's possible, especially as he delves lower on Tracks' frame, finding areas that he hadn't even -realized- were quite so sensitive. He presses back against Convoy, shivering again as he tries not to think of it as anything more than a simple, innocent rubdown - if there is such a thing
PepsiConvoyRocks (10:20:54 PM):	frowns a bit, half in concentration, tracing the sponge through a particularly strange seam that he hadn't thought was there If the water gets too cold and upsets your temperature, please tell me. Of course, you'd expect this guy to be oblivious to everything under the sun, the way he acts.
flyingcorvette (10:39:12 PM):	He shakes his head; the water, combined with his internal temperature rising slightly, is more than warm enough, really. Tracks groans again, finding it a little difficult to form coherent thought as Convoy continues his work, pressing back firmly against the larger mech, one hand reaching back to grip at whatever he can find, needing to feel a little more grounded
PepsiConvoyRocks (10:44:29 PM):	leans forward, ducking his head so that Tracks can get a hold of his shoulder, figuring out the other's intentions pretty easily, considering who we're talking about. He hums aimlessly, not really with any set tune, just something to fill the silence (strangely enough, he finds it kind of awkward - not that he'd really be able to tell you that). He keeps working on seams and moving lower, utterly diligent and only considering the other in terms of "Ow, what happened to his paint?" at the moment
flyingcorvette (10:54:45 PM):	Tracks is torn, as, while he is certainly enjoying this - and more so as Convoy works lower and lower on his chassis - it doesn't seem right to let the other mech work him into overload without having -some- clue or warning, and yet... He's not sure he could explain it without confusing him, either. He fidgets a little, having to cycle air faster to cool down his systems, and fights with himself as he clutches at Convoy's shoulder, making small sounds he'd hate to admit to uttering later
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:01:01 PM):	his frown turns thoughtful for a moment, optics shuttering slightly as he contemplates the other's reactions, not once stopping in his movements. It's getting to the point where he's half leaning over the other, soap and sponge alike filling the crevasses and seams in the lower half of his chassis. The other's too tense.** You can relax, Tracks. His voice isn't any different from normal, just more thoughtful - considerate. If you don't, this will hardly make you feel any better, now will it?
flyingcorvette (11:17:16 PM):	Wings twitch in frustration as he nods, Convoy's tone oddly soothing, comforting - but if his friend wants him to relax, then he'll slagging well -relax-. He gets a better hold on the other mech, vents pulling air in deeply as he moans, the sponge sparking little jolts of pleasure as he ramps up his sensors
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:21:06 PM):	smiles a bit now, leaning even more so that he can dip his hand lower, starting on the seam connecting one leg to the other. He's actually more curious about how he's going to clean those wings, since he doesn't have any. Oh well, experimentation can come later. If there's anything you need, simply let me know.
flyingcorvette (11:54:04 PM):	--More pressure. Tracks manages, vocalizer seizing slightly as his internal temperature borders on too-high, knees slightly weak as Convoy's touch slips in further, soap and warm water making rarely-touched joints and seams feel like hotspots of sensation Please, Convoy...
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:57:56 PM):	Of course. He presses harder into the seam, taking great pains to not dent anything or scrape off what paint there is, tilting the sponge to dig into the seam and work out the other's stress from the inside, working lower and shifting to slide the sponge down. What he doesn't know is that if someone were to walk in right now, they'd probably want to know what his hand was doing between the other's legs~
flyingcorvette (12:47:22 AM):	Fingers digging into Convoy's shoulder, Tracks arches back against him again, wings scraping against his chestplate as he cries out, overload taking him in a quick succession of sensation and internal warnings, pleasure flooding every sensor for a long, amazing moment. And then he's -really- relaxed.
PepsiConvoyRocks (12:55:18 AM):	I'd be wondering what Convoy's thinking about all the noise Tracks has been making, if it weren't obvious he doesn't think anything at all about it. He doesn't stop working the other down, either - just shifts the sponge to start on the other side. He wonders if he should move around to get at the wings currently against his chestplate, but he's not sure the other is even going to be able to hold himself up that long.
flyingcorvette (2:11:26 AM):	Tracks sags against him for long moments, slack with overload, until his system reboots. As he comes back online, quickly at least, he's slightly dazed but feeling much much less like a wire tensed to its breaking point - maybe Bonecrusher was right? ...sorry.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:14:41 AM):	hums a bit, continuing his work with a light smile on his face Don't apologize to me, my friend. You've hardly done anything wrong.
flyingcorvette (2:38:05 AM):	Tracks considers making any number of comments to the contrary, but settles for relaxing into the continued touches with a feeling that, at least, he feels a wee bit less terrible. Which, he reflects, is what Convoy was going for, right? ...Then thank you. Again. There, now don't we feel a little better for using the poor mech? Not really, no.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:43:53 AM):	nods at that, bringing the sponge back up along the other's chestplate It really is no problem, Tracks. You need something to destress you. I just hope this is doing the trick. he adds, bemusedly If I move, will you support yourself for a moment? I can't precisely get to these wings of yours when they're pressing against me.
flyingcorvette (3:13:12 AM):	Nodding, he leans forward, setting himself fully on his own two feet - and surprising himself with his balance, actually. It takes him a second to realize what Convoy just said though, and he glances back at him in surprise Wait, what?
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:17:01 AM):	Convoy moves and grabs the bottle of soap, adding another, relatively large amount of it to the sponge. He then moves back to Tracks, standing in front of him and smiling easily. I wouldn't go through all the effort of washing you down if I weren't going to do a properly thorough job of it. He puts one hand on Tracks' shoulder, idly examining the wings. Do you mind if I take a few liberties? I'm not precisely sure how to go about this.
flyingcorvette (3:32:29 AM):	Tracks watches Convoy, feeling oddly self-conscious for a short moment; he certainly knows his wings are there, but hardly anyone else ever seems to notice, or realize they might be important. He shakes his head finally No, go ahead. I can't really reach them myself...
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:35:22 AM):	I wouldn't imagine you could. It must be a terror trying to clean them yourself... Convoy muses over that as he loops his other arm over Tracks' shoulder, considering the wings as if they were just a wider, flatter piece of armor, running the sponge over one gently. He's just not sure what kind of pressure* to use, but he'll figure it out, right?*
flyingcorvette (4:13:32 AM):	He flexes them slightly, sighing at the light touch, and steps in a little closer to Convoy Yes, but at least they're functional as well as ornamental; I'm not sure even I'd put up with them long, otherwise.
PepsiConvoyRocks (4:17:06 AM):	nods at that, frowning again in concentration They do give you an extra bit of flair, I think. Tell me if I press too hard... and he starts alternating pressure, working over the entirety of the wing in smooth, steady circles, paying special attention to the paint along the edges as well as the edges themselves
flyingcorvette (1:07:42 AM):	Tracks groans at the wide strokes against the backs of his wings and flexes them slightly again, trying to get as much under the sponge as possible. He lifts his hands to rest on Convoy's chestplate, optics dimmed. Oh, that's... very nice, yes...
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:11:44 AM):	smiles slightly at that, nodding his head Wonderful, I was hoping I wouldn't make an utter mess of this. He continues his work, pressing down against the edges and going lighter over the flat plane of metal, humming a bit in curiosity - it's not as though he sees wings of any* caliber up close like this.* Again, let me know if you need something. Wings are an entirely new level for me, you see.
flyingcorvette (1:24:37 AM):	You're doing just fine... Very fine, in fact. He sighs and stretches under the touch, utterly content, like having an old itch finally scratched.
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:32:35 AM):	Thank you. He means it, too - affirmation of a job well done is one of the few things he really, truly* enjoys. In response to Tracks' statement he takes a few more liberties, drawing the sponge down towards the base of the wing and sliding it along the seamline connecting it to the rest of Tracks*
flyingcorvette (1:58:41 AM):	Ooh-- That's new - or hasn't been done in so long it might as well be - and the feel of it draws a wide-opticed start from the Autobot, hands spreading slightly across Convoy's chest That-- do that again?
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:00:32 AM):	bemused, Convoy runs the sponge against the seam again, looking at Tracks with a half-smile Is that alright?
flyingcorvette (2:16:41 AM):	Tracks' optics dim, pleasure evident in the soft sound that leaves his vocalizer Experienced or not, you have a very good touch with them. He pulls air in to cycle slowly, feeling comfortably warm for now, one hand idly stroking small circles against Convoy's chest
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:20:39 AM):	Again, thank you. He chuckles at the other's expression, finding it odd that such a light touch could relax the other so, but he isn't complaining. Poor Tracks needs to relax, after all. He slides the sponge down the seam once more, before starting on the inner half of the wing, working it over in a similar way he did the back, spending a little more time on the seam from this angle, since the other seems to enjoy that.
flyingcorvette (4:49:11 AM):	He stretches under the touch again, finding it to be incredibly sensitive there, pleasurable but also tolerable now. And as Convoy begins on the inside of his wing, he smiles up at his friend, lazily amused I feel like I should be doing something for you in return, really.
PepsiConvoyRocks (4:53:56 AM):	Convoy smiles back, tilting his head slightly There's no need, Tracks. This is for you, after all. In either case, your relaxing is enough to satisfy me. The sponge slides in those same, even circles, pressure alternating slightly depending on the parcitular point of the wing
flyingcorvette (5:00:59 AM):	Tracks gives Convoy a slightly dubious look, pressing a little closer, leaning into the bigger mech If you're sure... I don't want to take advantage of your good nature. Even if he already has - though he does at least feel somewhat bad about it. It's all very confusing, really.
PepsiConvoyRocks (5:07:41 AM):	Convoy is confusing by nature! You aren't taking advantage, Tracks. After all, it was my idea, was it not? Just relax and enjoy it, and tell me if you need anything. *He moves the sponge from the wing once he figures it's sufficiently clean, shifting it to the middle of the other's back and starting on all the armor there. Better do a thorough job, if you're going to do a job at all!
flyingcorvette (5:13:18 AM):	He makes a somewhat exasperated noise, frustrated at the apparent lack of Clue that seems to be Convoy's permanent existence, and gives up as more and more hard-to-reach areas are cleansed and gently scrubbed. Tracks shifts then, half-curling against Convoy's chestplate as he settles in for more relaxation
PepsiConvoyRocks (5:18:26 AM):	He keeps his hand moving firmly, not skipping or shying around any spot that looks even remotely dirty. He shifts the one hand on Tracks' shoulder down to his side, looping loosely around it to keep the other on his feet - since he seemed to have trouble with that earlier, you see
flyingcorvette (5:30:23 AM):	*He finds himself in Convoy's embrace, again so oddly intimate but -not-... He shifts, the front of his chassis pressed to Convoy's as the sponge finds another sensitive spot and he arches upwards involuntarily, sighing in pleasure.
PepsiConvoyRocks (5:33:38 AM):	He looks down at the other, smiling at the pleased expression the other has - a job well done, in any case! - and slides the sponge downward along the other's back in soft, steady strokes
flyingcorvette (5:44:31 AM):	Looking up, Tracks wonders... Well, surely it couldn't hurt? He could pull away, if it were a problem, right? At least then he might feel a little less odd about all this, maybe. --Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Tracks pushes himself up on his toes, pressing a kiss to Convoy's mouth, hands still pressed to his chestplate for balance
PepsiConvoyRocks (5:48:32 AM):	Well - that was unexpected - but hey. Out of all the people he's kissed in his so-far weird life, Tracks is the best, so why not? He returns the kiss easily, not even hesitating in his movements, just shifting to better manage both fronts now
flyingcorvette (5:57:05 AM):	See! There, that's what he hoped for! Tracks smiles against Convoy's mouth, pleased, and deepens the kiss as he leans up further, wings cocked upwards slightly
PepsiConvoyRocks (6:14:12 PM):	Glad Convoy did what Tracks wanted! The sponge falters for just a moment when Tracks deepens the kiss, but when in Rome, do as the Romans, right? So he picks up where his hand stopped, returning the kiss and keeping his arm loosely around Tracks
flyingcorvette (6:54:59 PM):	Reaching up, Tracks slides a hand behind Convoy's head as the kiss continues, and it's nice enough that he's glad for the practice given by those stupid common room games. It doesn't hurt that Convoy's still rubbing slow, soapy circles against his armor, not at all.
PepsiConvoyRocks (7:10:20 PM):	Convoy presses the sponge into a random seam, a little startled by Tracks' actions, but all in all? This isn't so bad. His hand at the other's side twitches a bit nonetheless, and he shifts to pull the other closer, ducking his head so that Tracks doesn't have to strain to reach his mouth
flyingcorvette (7:48:47 PM):	There's a shiver of reaction at that and Tracks moans against Convoy's mouth as the other mech leans down slightly. He works in his fingers at the back of Convoy's neck, stroking thick cables, sensitive wires, as he uses the new slack to kiss with a bit more finesse
PepsiConvoyRocks (8:26:58 PM):	His hand twitches again, fingers pressing against Tracks' side as he blinks in mild bemusement - but there's nothing threatening in the other's movements. Actually, it feels pretty good, so why not let it continue? He can't help but press harder with the sponge, even if he's keeping up the same basic movements, and shifts his arm to reach lower on the other's frame
flyingcorvette (8:43:42 PM):	Tracks is somewhat surprised to get a reaction of -any- kind, though also rather glad - despite the accusations, he's not one to kiss a mirror because his reflection is on it, so he's not likely to put up with kissing a pretty but unresponsive wall otherwise. Thus encouraged, he pulls himself in closer to Convoy (carefully, not wanting to scrape his friend's finish, even if his own is shot), and makes a pleased sound as he nips at Convoy's mouth, echoing the somewhat firmer touch
PepsiConvoyRocks (9:23:53 PM):	He doesn't notice the small noise he makes at Tracks' nipping, still soaping the other up. Convoy pauses his movements for a moment, suddenly remembering that there's another wing to wash, and switches the sponge into his other hand, lifting it up to start on the other wing, dropping his now free hand to grip Tracks' waist lightly
flyingcorvette (10:14:34 PM):	A -noise-? Well, if Convoy's not stopped him, he must be doing something right. Tracks shivers as the sponge slides wetly against the sensitive plane of his wing, and he surges upwards, kissing him more hungrily, resting the palm of his free hand against Convoy's helm
PepsiConvoyRocks (10:23:06 PM):	Convoy pauses in his scrubbing for a moment, slightly taken off-guard by the other's sudden movement - but you know what, it's not so bad. Not bad at all, actually. It's only after a moment that he realizes he's stopped using the sponge, and so he picks up his pace again, running it slowly and firmly across the seam connecting this wing to the rest of Tracks - another noise escapes him, but he's not really paying attention to himself
flyingcorvette (11:08:19 PM):	Tracks almost breaks the kiss as his knees go weak, but he still clings to Convoy, leaning into him heavily as his wings quiver under the sensation. He answers Convoy's sound with one of his own, his chestplate grinding slightly against the other mech's as he squirms a little
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:22:31 PM):	Convoy's intakes whine slightly as he starts to cycle air a little faster - faster than he has before, actually. He takes the new sensations in a stride, dragging the sponge harder over the seam, his hand tightening its grip; he even finds himself running a finger up slightly, looking for pressure points, seams - anything, really. He's just bemused by the whole thing, but hey, experimentation is always good, right?
flyingcorvette (11:58:52 PM):	And then he does break the kiss, at least momentarily, as he squirms back against Convoy's touch so that the larger mech's fingers are pressed in at a spot that does wonderful things for his sensors. Minor internal warnings are easily ignored as he pushes a little more, his own fingertips digging into Convoy's shoulders as he arches again, moaning
PepsiConvoyRocks (12:14:41 AM):	His processors click certain sensations into place, and Convoy finds himself gasping a little, pushing his fingers down against the spot Tracks has all but shown him, shifting his weight so that he's more intruding on the other's space than he'd normally be. The hand with the sponge is still tracing that seam, testing different pressures to see which the other might like more
flyingcorvette (12:35:28 AM):	Tracks all but melts under the combined sensations, but draws together the frayed ends of his concentration to kiss him again, cycling air quicker as it gets warmer once more. His wings flex and quiver as new spots are found, drawing small, surprised sounds from the Corvette as he clings to Convoy, hands sliding along his shoulders, across his chestplate, trying to find -something- that Convoy would enjoy as much as he's enjoying the taller mech's attentions
PepsiConvoyRocks (12:52:46 AM):	Convoy can't help but arching forward, pressing himself closer to Tracks - it's not as though the other is touching anything specifically good-feeling, just the fact that he's touching at all. All of his sensors shudder at the feeling - as far as anyone knows, this could be the first time anyone's ever done this. He pulls his hand away from the wing, drawing it back to start re-working on the cables in Tracks' neck - not necessarily to make them cleaner, this time
flyingcorvette (1:33:46 AM):	He vents air in a pleased sort of sigh, optics flickering slightly as he relaxes into the feeling of the sponge. Tracks keeps touching, just stroking his hands against slick, smooth armor, and nips at Convoy's mouth in small bites of his dentals, feeling more relaxed now that things feel less one-sided
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:51:03 AM):	Considering the fact that this whole enterprise was to relax Tracks, he's quite glad to be doing everything in his power to help achieve that goal. He slides the sponge back under the wheel on Tracks' shoulder, going for either uber-clean or uber-relaxed - either is a good option, both is best
flyingcorvette (2:49:26 AM):	Tracks is probably more than just clean by and well into spotless, by now. And it pleases -him- to think that Pepsi might be enjoying himself,in any case, so he leans into the sponge pressing against his wheel-well and very nearly purrs in contentment
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:07:47 PM):	Convoy looks slightly bemused at the noise Tracks makes - since now* he's paying attention to those - and experimentally presses the sponge harder into the well. He wonders if this is the kind of half-silence he should break by talking, but then he thinks that Tracks' mouth on his kind of stops that, so he guesses not.*
flyingcorvette (11:23:26 PM):	Each time Convoy finds somewhere particularly sensitive, the Corvette's processors respond by heightening his reactions - and this time is no different, the purr becoming a low growl as his engine revs, his mouth devouring the other mech's with a kind of hunger he hasn't felt for a long time.
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:42:14 PM):	His fingers twitch, hand tightening at Tracks' side, physically gripping him now instead of just pushing in at sensitive points, and he nearly loses his grip on the sponge, all too distracted in attempting (valiantly) to match Tracks' ferocity. His dentals deliver a few half-bites to Tracks' mouth, a bit curious as to the point but... well. Trying new things, here...
flyingcorvette (1:33:49 AM):	Tracks makes a small sound, almost a whimper, and has the sudden urge to climb Convoy like a tree, armor protesting as he practically crushes himself up against the larger mech
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:45:59 AM):	Convoy feels the other pressing up against him and shudders - he immediately questions it, processors trying to process why's he just hasn't had to deal with in a long time (or ever). Then he kind of thinks about that for a moment, and realizes the why's really aren't all that important. So, he waves away the processes and pushes back against Tracks, sliding a leg forward between the Corvette's and almost forgoing the sponge, bringing his hand over to scrape and drag along fuel lines
flyingcorvette (2:09:27 AM):	Now straddling Convoy's thigh and caught on the tips of his toes as he nips a little more sharply at Covoy's mouth, motor growling deeply in counterpoint to his vocalizer's moans. His hands press against Convoy's lower chassis, first for balance, then sliding across the expanse of him, echoing Convoy with firm touches, fingers digging into wires and cables and seams
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:21:27 AM):	Convoy makes a low, deep noise, pushing against Tracks' hands, shifting his weight and trying to give them both some kind of balance - he suddenly doesn't feel quite as grounded as normal. The sponge digs into a seam at the base of the other's neck, sliding up against anything he can get it to touch, and he shifts again, sliding them both just a little to the side - looking for balance, a wall, anything at this point.
flyingcorvette (3:01:18 AM):	Tracks puts out a hand as they sway to one side, finding the wall and using it to push himself a little higher, riding up further on Convoy's thigh as he stretches up against him like a second layer of armor
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:08:12 AM):	That wall is about to get a lot more used, as Convoy finds Tracks to be a little unbalancing - he shifts again, turning a few more degrees and pushing Tracks' back to the wall, pinning him against it and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He pulls the sponge back and nearly drops it, before reaching back and sliding it against the seam on one wing, other hand grasping Tracks' side tightly
flyingcorvette (3:47:31 AM):	His exhausts vent air in surprise and he clings to Convoy tightly as he squirms, trying to decide between two pleasurable sensations and coming up with no good compromise except to have Convoy keep doing both. Tracks' wings flex against the wall and he pulls Convoy forward, kissing him harder, needier
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:53:31 AM):	Now Convoy really does* lose the sponge, dropping it and pressing harder up against Tracks, going for the seam with his fingers, pressing at what he can reach of it, dragging fingertips along it at different pressures. His other hand slides down and finds a seam, working his fingers against it with firm, hard movements, completely ignoring the half-groan that escapes his vocalizer*
flyingcorvette (11:01:57 PM):	Tracks shudders and groans as he slides his palms against Convoy's sides, fingertips dragging hard along sensitive armor joints - he hadn't actually expected any sort of aggression, but he's certainly not complaining either, having to cycle air in deep pulls to keep his systems from overheating, steam billowing around them from hot water that amazingly has yet to run out.
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:09:08 PM):	He's not sure what, precisely, Tracks is doing, but he isn't going to question it. Convoy scrapes his fingers along the wing's seam once more, then brings his hand to the back of the corvette's neck, pulling him closer and working it against wires. He presses up against Tracks' hands, dentals biting down a bit harder than he had planned for, not that he's noticing
flyingcorvette (2:42:18 AM):	The Corvette whimpers and arches, backstruts taut as he presses himself against Convoy, wings trembling under the almost painful touch. His hands clench, half-buried in cables and fuel lines, and he vents air quickly as systems flash warnings, almost too overheated too function, but stopping now would just be cruel
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:49:33 AM):	Convoy is, for the most part, completely oblivious to all warnings he's getting, groaning into Tracks' mouth as his hands wrap around sensitive parts - his own hands twitch and flex against Tracks, body fully pressing up against the other. His thought processes are more disconnected than usual, and he's pretty much just ignoring them at this point, anyway
flyingcorvette (3:42:37 AM):	He whines a little as his engine revs higher, shaking as he crushes his mouth to Convoy's, spark pulsing beneath his chestplate
PepsiConvoyRocks (11:53:36 PM):	Convoy finds his hands acting almost of their own will, scraping along the Corvette's neck and side, optics offlining as he focuses most of his sensors on the other - and more importantly what the other is doing.* His hand drags up Tracks' side harshly, sliding into a side-seam of his chestplate, sliding against the edge and working to do something - not that Convoy knows what that something is.*
flyingcorvette (12:55:00 AM):	He tenses, clinging to Convoy as sensations come to a head, better and more intense than before-- his fingers dig in tightly and he rocks against Convoy, sinuous and wanton as sensor arrays give warning of too much information, of things pressing into vulnerable seams and sensitive places that shouldn't be there. Tracks pulls from the kiss as he slams back against the wall with a cry, overload taking him over and shutting down circuits with the culmination of energy and sensation
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:07:50 AM):	Convoy's optics online quickly at the cry, and he looks down at the other in worry, frowning and loosening his grip on Tracks slightly ...Tracks? Are you - Did I hurt you? Really, the best descriptor of his current thought process is "D8".
flyingcorvette (1:18:03 AM):	The Corvette is slack as his systems reboot, optics dark and faceplate blank of emotion - and this one might take a moment, but he doesn't seem injured, at least.
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:20:33 AM):	Huh - well. Still, Convoy takes a moment to double check the other - but he looks fine... Other than the position their in. That's not so suitable. Convoy takes the time to straighten them both up, still keeping the Corvette pinned between him and the wall, but at least now they're not a tangle of limbs, right?
flyingcorvette (1:27:13 AM):	Intakes come online first, cooling down internal systems that are still uncomfortably warm, and then comes consciousness-- Tracks mumbles something, optics flickering to dim, and lifts his head. ...swhassa?
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:28:16 AM):	He's still worried - as someone who has no idea what just happened is wont to be - and it shows all over his face Are you alright?
flyingcorvette (1:32:07 AM):	Tracks smiles broadly at Convoy Oh, yes. Very. He lifts his hands to rest them on Convoy's shoulders, a little dazed still and rather enjoying the feeling I think I needed that as much as the first one.
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:34:34 AM):	Convoy lets out a relieved laugh and smooths a hand briefly along one of Tracks' sides Good, then. I was rather worried for a moment.
flyingcorvette (1:39:59 AM):	Is reminded to tone down the sensitivity of his sensor arrays, shivering slightly before the feeling passes Mmm... no, you were wonderful...
PepsiConvoyRocks (1:42:08 AM):	Ahhh... That's good, then, I suppose. still laughing a little, he moves to step back from Tracks, to return some of that "personal bubble" space that everyone likes to have
flyingcorvette (1:57:49 AM):	Leans against the wall still, giving Convoy a bemused look ...You have absolutely no idea what just happened, do you?
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:00:08 AM):	lightly, in that same, slightly relieved but otherwise normal voice I was helping you relax.
flyingcorvette (2:08:58 AM):	...And that you did. Tracks smiles faintly Thank you.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:14:55 AM):	It was no problem. he smooths his hand against the other's side, then looks around for the sponge.... And decides that "how did that get over there?" is a question he doesn't have to answer
flyingcorvette (2:28:00 AM):	He pushes away from the wall carefully, standing on his own feet, looking up at Convoy with that almost-smile still in place I think I'm as clean as I can get, right now, really.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:33:48 AM):	Convoy bends to retrieve the sponge, pulling back up straight to look at the Corvette, smiling easily again I imagine so. Forgive me if I took too long. I'm afraid I didn't consider if you had other plans...
flyingcorvette (2:35:41 AM):	No... no plans. Really, this was lovely. I very much appreciate the effort - and I do feel very relaxed now. He does seem less tense and very -very- clean, slipping out from between Convoy and the wall to go turn off the jets of water
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:41:02 AM):	Well, that's good, then - Convoy can faintly see the reduction of tension in the other's movements I'm glad that I was able to help you, my friend. That is what I'm here for, after all. He rolls his shoulders a bit to realign something that feels inherently off, and then takes the sponge and soap back to the shelving unit
flyingcorvette (2:42:19 AM):	Winces a little, feeling distinctly guilty, deep down ...I hope I didn't hurt you, either.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:42:59 AM):	blinks, looking bemusedly at the other No, you didn't. Why would you have?
flyingcorvette (2:43:19 AM):	... Tracks shakes his head Nevermind.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:49:21 AM):	Still looking bemused, Convoy frowns a bit, and then shakes his head lightly, smiling Tracks, my friend... He even laughs a little, walking over to the other and putting a hand to his shoulder, leaning down to get closer face-to-face ...You really don't need to worry. I've a feeling you wouldn't be able to hurt me, even if you wanted.
flyingcorvette (2:55:36 AM):	The Corvette smiles ruefully Perhaps not. In any case, I think perhaps I could use a recharge at this point... While I'm feeling so relaxed, I could probably recharge through tomorrow, even.
PepsiConvoyRocks (2:57:42 AM):	Convoy pulls away, still smiling easily, and nods once Perhaps you should. I would suggest following the halls back towards the common room, in either case - it seems to be the most straightforward path.
flyingcorvette (3:02:56 AM):	...I will. Thank you again, Convoy. He moves towards the door, feeling awkward
PepsiConvoyRocks (3:09:26 AM):	Convoy keeps a bemused smile on his face If you need me again, Tracks, don't hesitate to come find me. Or... The code for the door is 73774. Feel free to use this place any time you want.
flyingcorvette (3:12:36 AM):	I shall, believe me. He smiles again and then ducks out the door, still damp and relaxed, but with the oddest feeling of guilt mixed with exasperation