flyingcorvette (4:23:57 AM):

::BONECRUSHER!::

crush all humanz (4:26:24 AM):

:: ----- ::  *There's a distinct sound of about half a dozen empty cubes clattering to the ground*  :: 'M UP 'M UP..... :: *And a long pause to denote the fact that he probably... isn't up*  :: WHAZZIT? ::

flyingcorvette (4:29:33 AM):

::...You're drunk. Still or again?::

crush all humanz (4:30:39 AM):

:: .....UH....  STILL?  I THINK.  'S KINDA HARD T' DECIDE.  WHICH ONE MAKES Y'FEEL LIKE GETTIN' TO TH' POINT OF THIS CONVERSATION? ::

flyingcorvette (4:35:05 AM):

::Primus. *Pause* You didn't actually tell Raoul anything, did you?::

crush all humanz (4:35:43 AM):

:: 'BOUT WHAT?  THA' Y'WANT HIM T'LICK YER UPHOLSTERY? ::

flyingcorvette (4:36:59 AM):

::YES. Primus, tell me you didn't, Bonecrusher.::

crush all humanz (4:38:26 AM):

:: ........'M TRYIN' T'REMEMBER.  I WAS KINDA BUSY MAKIN' A ZOMBIE AT TH' MOMENT- :: *He leaves it hanging for a moment* :: ...PRIMUS, HOW STUPID Y'THINK I AM?  'COURSE I DIDN'T.  HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKIN' ABOUT, FIGURED Y'HAD SOME KINDA REASON T'NOT TELL HIM. ::

flyingcorvette (4:39:14 AM):

::...::

flyingcorvette (4:39:30 AM):

::...I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it to him in the future, either.::

crush all humanz (4:40:18 AM):

:: WHY? ::

flyingcorvette (4:41:49 AM):

::...Because I don't want him to hear about it.::

crush all humanz (4:42:44 AM):

:: ......FINE, I S'POSE.  Y'SHOULD JUST TELL  HIM, Y'MORON, BUT SO LONG AS I DON'T GET THA' DRUNK, YER IN TH' CLEAR. ::

crush all humanz (4:42:59 AM):

*And a heavy THUD*

flyingcorvette (4:44:09 AM):

::I'm not telling him beca-- ...did you just pass out?::

crush all humanz (4:44:49 AM):

:: ........ :: *Groan* :: NO.  I DO NOT PASS OUT.  I JUS'...... REAQUAINTED M'SELF WITH TH' FLOOR BESIDE M'BERTH. ::

flyingcorvette (4:46:15 AM):

::You made it to your berth? I'm impressed.::

crush all humanz (4:47:03 AM):

:: OF COURSE  I MADE IT T'MY BERTH.  'M NOT THAT  BAD OFF. ::  *Another thud*  :: I HOPE. ::

flyingcorvette (4:47:59 AM):

::...:: *Grudgingly* ::Do you need help?::

crush all humanz (4:49:26 AM):

:: 'M PERFECTLY FINE.  MY KNEE AIN'T BENDIN' RIGHT NOW BUT 'S ALL GOOD. ::  *A grunt precedes a pop, which is followed immediately by a yelp* :: ......NOW THEN.  OW.  OKAY, WHAT WERE Y'YELLIN' AT ME ABOUT? ::

flyingcorvette (4:51:32 AM):

::... ... Nothing. It--. Just try to avoid Raoul, please, for the foreseeable future.::

crush all humanz (4:52:14 AM):

:: CAN'T MAKE THA' KINDA PROMISE, GORGEOUS, SORRY. :: *POP*  :: SLAGGIN' - Y'DID A NUMBER ON THIS THING, I HOPE Y'KNOW THAT. ::

flyingcorvette (4:56:33 AM):

::You told me to hit you.:: *Guilt? Yes. There's some right now.* ::You can avoid -talking- to him, then.::

crush all humanz (4:57:57 AM):

:: I KNOW.  'M NOT REGRETTIN' IT, EITHER.  GOOD T'KNOW Y'CAN ACTUALLY DO SOME DAMAGE, EVEN ALL PRETTIED UP AGAINST A WALL.  AN' THERE'S NO WAY I'M MAKIN' ANY PROMISES TOWARDS NOT TALKIN' T'HIM.  HE'S PROB'LY GONNA HANG OUT WITH JEFF, AN' SINCE JEFF, Y'KNOW, LIVES HERE, KINDA MAKES IT HARD.  OH, AN' I NEEDA GIVE HIM HIS LIGHTER BACK. ::

flyingcorvette (5:01:29 AM):

*pause, then darkly* ::Where is your room?::

crush all humanz (5:02:39 AM):

*Pays no attention to the tone of the voice and sends the coordinates of his room over the commlink*  :: 'S NOT GONNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE.  I GUESS Y'COULD MOVE JEFF, BUT SINCE HE'S M'FRIEND I DOUBT THAT'D CHANGE MUCH. ::

flyingcorvette (5:06:01 AM):

*Isn't answering, and soon there's a knock at Bonecrusher's door*

crush all humanz (5:07:07 AM):

*Since he's kind of half on the ground and half on his berth, he's not really focusing on the door, too busy knocking empty cubes - and boy there are a lot of them - away as he forces himself up*  'S OPEN, 'S ALWAYS OPEN.

flyingcorvette (5:15:21 AM):

*The door opens and Tracks slips into the room, grimacing as he makes his way through the obstacle course of empty cubes to look down at Bonecrusher. For a moment he looks concerned, then he scowls.* ...You have something of Raoul's?

crush all humanz (5:18:00 AM):

*Considering the fact that Bonecrusher hates being called "owlface" he sure does a good impression of one, blinking at Tracks for a long moment*  UH.  YEA... SOMEWHERE.  *He shoves himself up and finally heaves himself onto the berth, sitting on the edge and digging through a few odd compartments on his chassis*  HE SAID HE DIDN'T NEED IT BACK, BUT AT TH' SAME TIME, 'S KINDA IMPORTANT T' RETURN THINGS Y'BORROW T'MAKE ZOMBIES.

flyingcorvette (5:22:05 AM):

*Folds his arms, watching him* I think your logic is somewhat faulty. But whatever keeps you from being in his vicinity.

crush all humanz (5:23:52 AM):

HUH?  OH.  WELL, Y'KNOW.  THERE'S EVEN A SONG 'BOUT GIVIN' LIGHTERS BACK, SO I FIGURE ORGANICS TAKE 'EM SERIOUSLY.  A HAH.  *He finally pulls out the tiny little thing and holds it out between two claws*  AN' IN EITHER CASE, THIS DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T SEE HIM OR TALK T' HIM.  *Makes a somewhat hurt face*  'M NOT GONNA STEP ON HIM 'ER NOTHIN'.

flyingcorvette (5:33:48 AM):

*Looks at the tiny thing with a frown and then takes it gingerly, stowing it in a compartment of his own* I didn't think you would, actually. I just don't want him hearing about your "suggestion".

crush all humanz (5:35:30 AM):

'S A PERFECTLY GOOD SUGGESTION.  'M SURPRISED Y'HAVEN'T DONE IT YET.  HE'S CUTE, ITTN' HE?  *Settles back on his berth, half propping himself up for A) balance and B) visual contact with the Corvette*

flyingcorvette (5:47:04 AM):

*Glares* Yes. And not interested. So please do me the favor of not making things any more awkward than they have to be.

crush all humanz (5:48:54 AM):

NOT INTERESTED?  *Looks confused*  WHO, HIM IN YOU OR ME IN HIM OR HIM IN ME OR WHAT?  'S A LOT OF OR'S, THERE, GORGEOUS, AN' 'M AWFULLY DRUNK.

flyingcorvette (6:00:42 AM):

*Grits his dental plates, forcing back the urge to punch him in the face again, wow hi jealousy* ...He isn't, I'm sure, in either you or me, but if I find out you've offered then so help me, Primus, I will take out your other knee.

crush all humanz (6:02:26 AM):

REALLY.  AN' Y'KNOW THIS.... HOW, 'XACTLY?  IF YER TOO MUCH OF A GLITCH T'ASK HIM T'GIVE YER BACKSEAT A RUBDOWN, HOW'RE Y'GONNA KNOW?

flyingcorvette (6:07:07 AM):

Why do you -care-? *Shakes his head* Besides which, he was unsettled at the idea of my sensors being aware of him lying on my -hood-, I think he'd been deeply disturbed to know he could overload me from where he sleeps at night.

crush all humanz (6:09:46 AM):

I CARE 'COS Y'OBVIOUSLY LIKE TH' SQUISHY, AN' WHAT D'YA MEAN UNSETTLED?  *Makes another face and then shrugs, leaning up a bit on his berth*  EITHER WAY.  Y'LIKE HIM, AN' IT'S GONNA EAT Y'UP INSIDE.  JUS' IN CASE Y'DIDN'T KNOW THAT ALREADY.

flyingcorvette (6:14:43 AM):

The idea seemed to make him feel uncomfortably awkward. *Giving Bonecrusher a completely confused and unsettled look of his own* ...I do like him. I enjoy his company very much, so I will avoid disturbing him further and at least keep his friendship.

crush all humanz (6:20:30 AM):

*He's distracted suddenly, looking around the berth thoughtfully and then hunkering over the edge and hefting up one of the few full cubes in his room and taking a large gulp*  SO Y'THINK 'M GONNA JUS' OFF AN' TELL TH' SQUISHY.  *Smirks a bit*  Y'REALLY SHOULD TRUST ME A BIT MORE'N THAT.

flyingcorvette (6:26:01 AM):

...And here you were just the other night telling me I shouldn't trust you. *Dryly* You can't have it both ways.

crush all humanz (6:29:57 AM):

....SHOULDN'T TRUST ME AS MUCH AS Y'DO.  *Finishes the cube and tosses it to the side, looking away from Tracks for a long moment*  'S KINDA GETTIN' HARD T'THINK.  GETTIN' NEAR TH' EXACT POINT I WANTED T'BE AT...  *He looks back, finally, looking slightly tired*  ....T'TELL YOU TH' HONEST TRUTH, TRACKS, 'M TEMPTED T'GRAB YOU AGAIN AN' AIM FOR MORE OF THOSE NOISES Y'MAKE.  LUCKILY, YER ALL TH'WAY OVER THERE AN' I'M... NOT.

flyingcorvette (3:48:18 PM):

*He stares at Bonecrusher from in among the scattered, empty cubes, and he's already asking himself why he's not left the room yet* Yes, I think I'd rather avoid having my throat nearly crushed, again.

crush all humanz (3:52:15 PM):

*Bonecrusher shakes his head slightly and gestures at the cubes all over*  GORGEOUS, 'M FAR TOO DRUNK T'BE DOIN' ANY THROAT CRUSHIN'.  AN' BESIDES, I APOLOGIZED FER THAT.  *Then he frowns and looks at his hands, wondering where the slag that cube wandered off to*  AT THIS POINT, 'M SO NUMB Y'COULD PROB'LY BEAT TH' SLAG OUTTA ME 'FORE I EVEN REALIZED Y'WERE TRYIN' TO.

flyingcorvette (4:08:20 PM):

*Tracks moves closer still, watching Bonecrusher with a mix of concern and distaste* Well then there's no point, if you wouldn't even feel it. *He gets close enough to reach out, lightly thumping the tire at Bonecrusher's (other) knee with his hand* How can you -not- pass out, this drunk?

crush all humanz (4:13:55 PM):

......*His optics slide to stare at the tire Tracks had touched, and then back to Tracks himself, scowling slightly*  I DON'T  PASS OUT.  'S NOT HOW I WORK.  NOT LIKE IT MATTERS - TH' REASON 'M DRUNK IS T'BE OBLIVIOUS WHILE 'M ONLINE, NOT T'BE IN A HEAP ON TH' GROUND.

flyingcorvette (4:46:48 PM):

Does it really matter? You aren't doing anything productive except sit there - at least if you went offline, you'd not be pouring more energon into yourself. *Glances up at the other mech, hand sliding against the inside of his thigh up towards his body*

crush all humanz (4:49:32 PM):

....BUT THEN I'D COME ONLINE AN' BE SOBER.  COMPLETELY COUNTERPRODUCTIVE.  *His optics are flickering back and forth between Tracks' hand and his face, trying to decide which one is more worth watching*

flyingcorvette (5:08:25 PM):

It can't be all that pleasant. *He looks concerned, more than anything, while his thumb slides along a seam until it reaches the top edge of Crusher's thigh armor and then plunges fingers through the gap, into the wiring beneath* Is it?

crush all humanz (5:16:22 PM):

*He lets out a hiss and his whole body goes stiff, finally deciding to stare at the Corvette's hand, processors going delightfully fuzzy*  I- UH-.... IT IS?  *He's not exactly sure what he's responding to or, much less, what he's responding about, but he's not really caring at the moment*

flyingcorvette (5:25:13 PM):

And you're not that numb, apparently. *Tracks says, arching an optic ridge as he reaches in a little further, tugging hard on the wires and rolling them between his fingers. He shifts, sitting on the berth beside Bonecrusher, aware of how easily he could be grabbed but counting on his distraction and Crusher's drunkenness to give him a little warning*

crush all humanz (5:35:32 PM):

*A small groan slips out as Bonecrusher leans heavily back on his arms, optics offlining and frame shuddering slightly*  I - GUESS NOT...

flyingcorvette (6:14:58 PM):

That's how many cubes? *Smirks a little, moving to kneel on the berth beside Bonecrusher and giving one last tweak to the wires before his hand trails upwards. He isn't quite sure what he thinks he's doing - maybe proving a point, but if so, he's not even sure which one or why. His palm slides against Crusher's armor, fingers curling around the edges of each section of plating to rub behind them as he moves up, other hand moving behind his shoulder to stroke in and around the huge wheel*

crush all humanz (6:29:08 PM):

*He actually arches back into the hand against his wheel, vaguely realizing that yeah, it's been a while.  His hands twitch against the berth and his optics come online again, dimmed and locked on Tracks*  ....If yer gonna keep doin' that, 'm gonna suggest takin' th' chestplate off.  An'... twen'y-five?  Or so.

flyingcorvette (6:42:53 PM):

Off? Completely? *Tracks holds Bonecrusher's gaze as he rests a hand on the chestplate in question* ...And twenty-five is just ridiculous, even for a mech your size.

crush all humanz (6:43:59 PM):

....Why not off completely?  'm built fer demolition, gorgeous - kinda not meant t'feel everythin' around th' armor.  An' twen'y-five is almost  enough.

flyingcorvette (7:00:39 PM):

Hn. *Maybe Tracks is giving away his inexperience with more labor-intensive vehicles, but he still looks vaguely disturbed as he undoes the moorings of the heavy chestplate, pulling it off of Crusher's chassis to set aside somewhat hesitantly. --Maybe this is paying back a favor? He stares a moment, then lifts his hand to stroke around the assembled cables and wires* ...You don't think you're trusting -me- too much?

crush all humanz (7:04:44 PM):

*Bonecrusher groans again, lowly, and offlines his optics once more, focusing all his attentions on his chest and wherever the damned Corvette's hands might wander*  Nnh.  I know full well y'could kill me.  Jus' don't really care.  'Sides... let Arcee in as far as pullin' out my spark - don't really see why I shouldn't let you play around in my internals a bit....

flyingcorvette (7:19:45 PM):

You don't care? *Frowns at him, oddly annoyed as he digs his fingers in a little, testing* So if I reached in and pulled out your spark, that would be just fine by you?

crush all humanz (11:20:40 PM):

*He holds back all noise, but his whole body twitches as Tracks' hand digs a little deeper, trying to organize his thoughts to show just how much  he wouldn't care - and decides to just go with it*  Tracks...  *He blindly reaches up with a hand and grabs the hand in his wiring, shifting and dragging it to his half-covered spark casing, pushing the Corvette's fingers against it*  If y'wanna rip it out, y'can.  I don't care.

flyingcorvette (12:05:41 AM):

*Tracks pulls back against Crusher's grip like it burns, looking shocked for a moment before he glances up at his darkened optics. Realizing he's serious, not just mocking, Tracks glances back down at the vulnerable inner components and slowly reaches back in, stroking against the casing with one hand* You are... such an idiot. *pauses, voice thick with emotion, soft enough he might be speaking to himself*

crush all humanz (12:20:46 AM):

*Bonecrusher moans softly, moving his hand from Tracks' and settling it on the other's shoulder, making no effort to move away from the potentially hazardous touch*  Hnn... Maybe s-so.

flyingcorvette (12:35:57 AM):

*Optics narrowed, Tracks lets his touch glide around the casing, as far as he can reach, as his other hand plunges into wires and cables, scraping against insulation and twining his fingers into the thick of it.* Complete. Slagging. Idiot.

crush all humanz (12:41:10 AM):

*Another moan, louder now and hitched at the end, escapes and Bonecrusher's hand grips at Tracks' shoulder, rearranging itself so that a claw can trace along a fuel line just barely in reach*  ......T-Tell me s....somethin' I don't  know...

flyingcorvette (12:55:33 AM):

*Tracks shivers at the faint touch and pulls away from it momentarily, throwing a leg over Bonecrusher's chassis for a better angle.* Maybe that you shouldn't throw yourself away like that, that you're worth more than most of the other 'Cons combined? *His motor rumbles, almost angrily, and it matches the look on his face as he presses in further, both hands taking hold of wires alongside his spark casing and tugging*

crush all humanz (1:04:48 AM):

*Bonecrusher arches up, gripping that shoulder hard and jerking slightly under the Corvette - a half-moaning laugh comes from his vocalizer*  Yeah, r--right.  Ahn, 'm fuckin' doin' what I-- what I do, 's all there is to it....

flyingcorvette (1:15:54 AM):

What, drink? *He makes a dismissive sound, hands going back in again to drag his fingertips firmly against the casing, wires tangled in his grip to pull some harsher than others. Bonecrusher's sounds, his reactions - it's power he's not had in a long time and he both wants more and is angry at having it at all* Primus, no wonder-- Both of us, completely, but at least I want to keep living through all the mess...

crush all humanz (1:22:03 AM):

*All his sensors sing  with sensations he hasn't felt in a while, halfway towards painful but not quite yet, and he shakes his head fiercely, dragging that clawtip over the fuel line again*  Jus' don't care...  *His intakes whine slightly and he shudders*  Primus, keep doin' that...  *Even though he's not sure what "that" is - other than probably all of it*

flyingcorvette (1:35:47 AM):

*Tracks makes a faint sound, throwing his head back a moment to expose his throat more to that touch and pulling the wires in his grip as his body arcs back, gritting his dental plates to keep from responding with the first thing out of his processor* --Didn't... intend to stop...

crush all humanz (1:46:44 AM):

Good...  *It's barely even a gasp, and Bonecrusher shifts against the berth, easing himself back and pulling Tracks with him as he lowers himself down to an elbow.  His hand slides over and now he's grabbing at Tracks' throat, not in the least bit trying to strangle him, just pulling at any lines that are available to him*

flyingcorvette (2:03:02 AM):

*A hiss of surprise, and he's pushing into the pinprick touch against the insulated but sensitive cabling, fear churning vaguely in his fuel tanks, but not enough to stop for. Straddling Bonecrusher's middle with most of his weight leaning on his hands, Tracks digs in more, harder, and makes a soft noise as he realizes he holds Bonecrusher's spark between both of his palms, fingers sliding between the wires anchored in its casing*

crush all humanz (2:12:43 AM):

*On instinct, the hand at Tracks' neck clenches down slightly, and he immediately moves it away, feeling for the wheel on the Corvette's shoulder and, once finding it, sliding the blunt side of one claw along the tread.  He's making soft, growling moans, and his head tilts back, every bit of him tense and his processors utterly blank*

flyingcorvette (2:44:58 AM):

*Alternating between sharp tugs and rolling sensitive wires firmly between his fingers, Tracks makes another helpless sound and leans up, semi-precariously. Putting his face on level with the bigger mech's, he feels his spark jump again - maybe it's the position, having the upper hand, or maybe it's just more idiocy - and ignores it with a sharp nip to Bonecrusher's throat, grip tightening in the vulnerable mess beneath him*

crush all humanz (2:52:59 AM):

*Bonecrusher back bends as he shifts towards the hands in his chest, moaning loudly and not even trying to hide the fact that it feels good  - nor does he try to tense up or hide any of his obvious vulnerabilities, head tilting even further back, hand twiching and tensing against the wheel he has a hold of*

flyingcorvette (3:21:35 AM):

*Engine growling, Tracks finds half his attention focused momentarily on the wheel in Bonecrusher's grip, claws pressed into rubber that normally has little sensation on its own, and he now feels smug about the reflexive, unconscious touch - so much that he has to focus himself, biting again at tensed cables and fuel lines to feel the other moving more beneath him. One hand finding heavier cables and twisting them harshly, the other slips out of the compartment and beneath his chassis to find the curve of a wheel well.*

crush all humanz (3:32:23 AM):

*A moment of half-focused clarity makes him wonder if it's really a good idea to let the Corvette see him with less restraint than he normally would try to have in this sort of situation, but it leaves as soon as cables are twisted.  He snarls a bit and very nearly writhes against the berth, trying to decide what to do, spark flaring a bit suddenly and intakes heaving - he onlines his optics and focuses them on Tracks, moving his hand from the wheel to the nearest wing, scraping clawtips along it harshly*

flyingcorvette (4:01:02 AM):

*Tracks cries out in surprise as metal squeals, and then jabs a knee into Bonecrusher's midsection with a grimace, hands twisting harder in retaliation and hissing* You aft -- tell me what it takes.

crush all humanz (4:17:57 AM):

*He grunts at the knee to his middle, glaring at Tracks and repeating the action with his claw against the wing, snarling*  Sorry 'm not 'xactly built fer you t'just get off.  *He finally shifts back all the way to free up his other hand, grabbing at Tracks' wrist and pulling the hand to his spark casing*  Manhandle th' thing, gorgeous.  Use yer teeth if y'need to.

flyingcorvette (4:39:59 AM):

*Finding his hand once again on Bonecrusher's spark casing, Tracks shivers faintly and directs a glare at the Decepticon, annoyed and embarrassed* I'm sorry my experience isn't as- as exhaustively extensive-- *Setting the servos in his jaw, he shifts again on Bonecrusher's bulk and pushes aside wires, both hands curling around the casing, pressing against the edges and faint seams. It still feels wrong to be that rough with it, Tracks' own spark seeming to go cold for a second at the thought*

crush all humanz (4:45:28 AM):

*Bonecrusher makes a pleased sound at Tracks' touch, spark flaring a bit and radiating energy now that it's getting more focused attention, wires tensing even as his actual body goes lax - his internals know that this isn't a safe bet, but the actual mech could care less*  C'mon, 'm not gonna break.  If yer bein' too hard I'll stop ya, don't worry.  *....And he marks it down to check his vocalizer before talking from here on out, as his voice comes out softer and more like a purr than he'd normally let it*

flyingcorvette (4:53:48 AM):

*Tracks swallows another shiver at the softer tone of Bonecrusher's voice, and nods distractedly, feeling the chamber warming between his palms.* I hope you mean that. *He tries not to think of Crusher accidentally-on-purpose allowing something to go wrong and instead decides to take his suggestion by leaning down, stroking along the sides as he presses his lip components to the top*

crush all humanz (4:59:28 AM):

*It takes barely even half a nanosecond before Bonecrusher's sensors flare up and his spark leaps a bit, sending the Decepticon arching off the berth, moaning lowly, sounding hoarse.  He forces his processors to put forth some coherency, for once, but all he gets is-*  Yes....

flyingcorvette (6:03:51 AM):

*Buoyed by the stronger reaction, Tracks' engine revs again, the vibrations shared to the surface of the spark casing by lip components and dentals, hands roving over all facets more roughly to encourage more of that warmth*

crush all humanz (5:52:17 PM):

*His spark has become more or less accustomed to being connected to another, and as Tracks' mouth and hands run over it's casing it reaches out, throbbing slightly and trying to connect where it really can't - not that Bonecrusher's complaining.  His back is bowed slightly and he makes another incoherent moaning noise, claws scraping along the berth*  Tracks-- more, just more c'mon --

flyingcorvette (8:16:26 PM):

*Tracks can feel it pulsing inside and his own spark warms in answer, making his intakes cycle air faster as well. He shivers and pulls the casing up a little further, connecting wires going taut almost immediately, and he bites hard at a rounded edge, fingers scraping up the sides*

crush all humanz (8:31:50 PM):

---!!  *His vocalizer doesn't even have a sound to make, sending out nothing but a crackle of static.  His hands reach forward and he grabs both of Tracks' wings, digging clawtips into the seam he had gotten such nice sounds from before, squeezing hard and writhing as his spark fairly explodes with all the pent up energy it's been storing for-fucking-ever, overloading every processor, circuit and sensor Bonecrusher possesses, very-nearly offlining him but not quite*

flyingcorvette (8:58:38 PM):

*His entire body goes tense at the sudden painpleasure touch and Tracks shudders against Bonecrusher as the casing warms almost too much in his hands. He pulls them away when Bonecrusher's writhing makes him start in surprise, not wanting to pull it out accidentally, but stays sprawled on him, clinging to his bulk as the overload runs him down*

crush all humanz (9:10:19 PM):

*Bonecrusher groans faintly, voice crackling slightly, and his claws reluctantly pull away from the wings, sliding from them to the wheels on either of Tracks' shoulder.*  ....Primus, needed that......  *His optics remain offlined for the moment, head hanging back against the berth, hands tensing and relaxing rhythmically against the rubber*

flyingcorvette (9:17:41 PM):

...Mmm. Somehow that doesn't surprise me. *He idly reaches into his chest again, sliding a finger lightly against the casing, feeling rather relaxed*

crush all humanz (9:26:21 PM):

..... *His engine rumbles lightly at the touch and, wow, he actually does  feel relaxed.  Huh, Arcee was right.*  ....Fraggit.  *One hand moves from a tire almost reluctantly, reaching instead to pull Tracks' face to his - his kiss is long and languid, utterly relaxed*

flyingcorvette (10:08:52 PM):

*Kisses back with faint surprise, not having expected it but thoroughly enjoying it now that he's involved, not stopping the light touch either as it's rather enjoyable to keep Bonecrusher reacting even just a little*

crush all humanz (10:19:18 PM):

*His hand doesn't move from Tracks' face, but the other one shifts to trace the seam of one wing, deepening the kiss a bit but hey, everything's good now.  Damn but did that relax him.*

flyingcorvette (10:37:26 PM):

*The Corvette's engine purrs contentedly, kissing back with interest as he lays comfortably sprawled over the other. He may not have overloaded, but he feels like he did a good thing and it's a damn nice kiss as well*

crush all humanz (10:47:30 PM):

*He's still kind of... almost petting the wing underhand, feeling strangely woozy but not really in any particularly unpleasant way*  .....Hn.  *Pulls back a bit, and half-stares at Tracks*  ....Thanks.

flyingcorvette (10:57:53 PM):

*Blinks and looks down* Not at all. *"I was happy to do it" doesn't quite make it out, as much as he feels like it*

crush all humanz (11:06:37 PM):

.....'s been a while since... Eh.  Either case.  *Fraggit, kissing Tracks is a nice enough way to not talk, so he does it again, a little harder than the previous*

flyingcorvette (11:10:17 PM):

*He crawls up Bonecrusher a little to give himself more leverage, kissing back with a soft, pleased sound*

crush all humanz (11:23:20 PM):

Mm... *His claws drift, sliding against the seam of Tracks' faceplate for a moment before shifting and scraping lightly against lines in the Corvette's neck.  His other hand scratches against the wing, shifting between the edge in reach and the seam, processors fuzzily trying to remember where the best places to touch were*

flyingcorvette (12:24:18 AM):

*Tracks groans as claws pass over the marks 'Crusher made earlier, and he bites lightly at the other's mouth as they then near much more sensitive areas. He doesn't seem to be in any hurry to have them there though, tangling his fingers down deep in Bonecrusher's chest again, his spark seeming to warm slightly at the more leisurely approach they're taking to this*

crush all humanz (12:41:08 AM):

*Still dazed, the only thing Bonecrusher is really intent on feeling at the moment is Tracks' hands and Tracks' mouth - slag, Tracks in general is a very nice way to distract himself.  He feels pliable, bending up against the Corvette on his chest, claws ticking against grooves and wires alike - half of him almost wants to try taking that chestplate off but he knows better than that*

flyingcorvette (2:03:56 AM):

*He squirms a little, wings flexing as Bonecrusher's claws slide against them and into the niches and seams, and he bites harder, engine rumbling as the other mech continues. It's probably more than obvious already that he's here because he enjoys it - still, he's not going to think about it too hard, either*

crush all humanz (2:16:52 AM):

*Quite honestly, Bonecrusher could care less why Tracks is here, so long as he is  there.  He curls a hand around Tracks' neck and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss with a small growl, biting at Tracks' mouth a bit harsher now, moving his hand to the Corvette's side and scraping along a seam, digging in a bit*

flyingcorvette (2:34:41 AM):

*Making a small sound, surprised and pleased, he stretches himself out along Bonecrusher as they kiss and the other takes advantage of his sensitivity, barely touching the berth for how bulky the large mech is - and more comfortable than Tracks would've given him credit for.*

crush all humanz (2:57:51 AM):

*Bonecrusher smirks slightly at the sound, rubbing a fuel line between two claws.  His other hand runs up the seam and a claw slips in under the Corvette's chestplate, just barely*

flyingcorvette (3:21:20 AM):

*Tracks notices, but only inasmuch as he notices Bonecrusher's claws - all of them - are somewhere that make him groan and press harder into the kiss, hands clenching more tightly in his exposed wiring*

crush all humanz (3:30:02 AM):

...... *His claws slip along the seams and come to an anchor, sliding up against it and half working against it - not really trying to do anything, but yeah, the question's there*

flyingcorvette (3:41:16 AM):

*What-- oh -hey-. Tracks shudders as he grasps the meaning, but grabs Bonecrusher's hand, pulling it away as he sits up, optics uncertain*

crush all humanz (3:47:43 AM):

.....'m not gonna hurt ya.  If I wanted t'do that, I woulda already.  *He slides his arms underneath himself, pushing up a bit off the berth and looks right back up at Tracks, locking optics*

flyingcorvette (4:16:35 AM):

*Meeting Bonecrusher's gaze, he's silent a moment and then finally shakes his head* No. Not... Primus, you're still drunk. *He scowls and pulls back further, feeling uncomfortably sober*

crush all humanz (4:22:31 AM):

I know I am.  *He frowns, optics dimming slightly* I'm not lyin', though.  If I wanted t'hurt ya -- Primus, Tracks, 'm not gonna.  I'll keep my hands away.  Jus'.... *He pushes up a bit more leaning close to the Corvette*  Please.

flyingcorvette (4:29:44 AM):

You... *He offlines his optics as he tries to work it through, part of him up for running and the rest of him weirdly uncertain still. His vocalizer feels oddly staticky and his words come out rather softer than he'd hoped* ...And -this- wouldn't count as trusting you too much?

crush all humanz (4:36:08 AM):

....It would.  *He sighs, shaking his head slightly, and shifts against the berth, adjusting his weight so that he can reach out and put a hand against Tracks' side - well away from the chestplate in question*  It would be but... *He shrugs a bit helplessly* Can't stop y'from doin' one or another.  Jus'.... I won't do anythin' y'won't be able t'stop me from doin'.

flyingcorvette (4:48:31 AM):

*Tracks doesn't consider himself easy, but he kind of wonders as he looks at Bonecrusher again, a little taken aback and a whole lot tempted. Finally, he shakes his head, shifting back a little further though he feels unsteady* No, I'm not doing this like -this-.

crush all humanz (4:53:20 AM):

*He keeps his hand firmly on Tracks' side, nodding a bit*  Alright.  's yer choice.  *His vocalizer makes a strange noise, and he goes silent, staring Tracks down, before looking half-determined and saying-*  Fer future reference, 'm not gonna try anythin' on yer spark y'don't allow.  Jus' know that.

flyingcorvette (5:04:59 AM):

...I know. *That gets an odd not-quite-smile before he pulls away again* I should go.

crush all humanz (5:10:23 AM):

.....Suppose so.  Still.  *He grumbles a bit and shifts again*  Feels kinda stupid not helpin' you.  Eh.  At least y'got yer lighter back.  *And wow, does he feel kind of stupid saying that.*

flyingcorvette (5:13:48 AM):

You helped me the last time. *He points out, not wanting Bonecrusher to feel he owes him or anything... Tracks pulls away and inches back to finally step down to the floor, feeling so very awkward* ...and thank you. I'll make sure Raoul gets it.

crush all humanz (5:18:39 AM):

*Bonecrusher shifts forward and grabs Tracks by the sides as he slides off the berth and on to the ground, standing as close as he can without actually pressing up against the Corvette.  He blinks for a moment and then kisses Tracks, briefly, before moving away to find a full cube.*  Now go, 'fore we get even more awkward.  *And yeah, he does sound half-embarrassed*

flyingcorvette (5:25:02 AM):

...Right. *Dazed for a second, Tracks almost stumbles over his own feet as he turns, then regains his balance and heads to the door (and out) with alacrity*