Just Not Now PRIZE

Title: Just Not Now
Pairing(s): Sunspot/Hot Shot
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, groping, Bayformers
Notes: Sunspot is indeed a real character. He's in the Movie-verse toyline series so he's NOT an OC. He's canon.

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Hot Shot couldn't help but to mewl against his secret lover's lips as he wrapped his arms around his neck cables, bringing himself closer to the other's warm chassis. He shivered as the other's servos trailed up and down his back, making him relax into the embrace. That was, until Sunspot's servo trailed down to his aft, giving it a good grope and rubbing over the warm plating, causing Hot Shot's optics to widen at the sudden contact.

He shoved away from the Decepticon, pushing himself out of his lap and jumping to his bed while the other just looked at him with his helm cocked to the side a bit. Hot Shot's cheeks felt like they were on fire and his intakes were fast and heavy, much to his lover's amusement.

"What?" he said innocently, holding up his servos.

"You…! You…!" he snarled furiously, his entire face heating up with anger and embarrassment. "What did you think you were doing?!"

He shrugged. "Feeling up my mate. I didn't do anything wrong."

Hot Shot glared at him, his intakes steadying. "I never gave you permission to do that."

"So?"

The Autobot groaned and shook his helm, storming away from his lover who followed after him, calling out to him to come back.

Five Earth months had passed since Hot Shot had met the Decepticon flier. Their first meeting didn't exactly end well since Hot Shot tried to kill him, but Sunspot came back, telling him he was intrigued with the Autobot. Of course, Hot Shot tried to chase him away, but the Con kept coming back.

He didn't seem dangerous. After all, the mech was more into flying than killing and more into sight-seeing than carrying out missions. Needless to say, he stopped worrying about him attacking him since the Con seemed uninterested in fighting. In fact, Sunspot liked stalking and talking to him more when it was time for Hot Shot's patrol duties. Still, he was nervous around the yellow and white flier. It put him on edge, especially when he tried talking to him.

He would just ask him questions, just trying to start conversation with the Autobot. He tried to turn Sunspot away, but in the end, just so he would leave him alone and stop pestering him. Eventually though, Ho Shot found himself enjoying Sunspot's company and even thought that the two of them could be friends, though the idea seemed ludicrous as Decepticons were enemies.

Of course, only until three months ago that he discovered the Con had ulterior motives. Apparently, Sunspot had been watching him for a long time, even before they had arrived on Earth, and he wanted to get close to the mech for quite some time. Now, it seemed that he was in love with Hot Shot, who wasn't sure exactly how to take the confession.

Besides, a Decepticon and an Autobot in an intimate relationship? That was almost unheard of. No – correction – it was unheard of. Both of them could get into great trouble with him in the brig and Sunspot dead since Megatron would probably kill him.

Still, the Deception had been nothing but nice to him. Maybe he could give him a chance. It couldn't hurt, so he allowed the flier to court him, deciding their meeting place was to be in a cave far from both Autobots and Decepticon where they could enjoy each other's company better without the worry of being caught.

Of course, he hadn't expected to fall for the larger mech, but he did and now, here they were, already into their third month of being a secret couple and Sunspot was getting a little too touchy for his tastes. Sure, three Earth months seemed like a long time for some, but not for him, who had never been in a relationship before, much less been caressed so intimately. His untouched frame and spark just didn't know how to react to the touches.

What Sunspot just did was unexpected and not exactly welcomed. He never gave the Con the green light; did he think he could just have his way with him?

Sunspot finally caught up to the embarrassed mech, stalling him from his march out of the cave. "Hot Shot, wait," he said, turning him around and holding onto his arms while the Autobot tried to free himself from his servos' grip.

"Let go," he mumbled, looking at his pedes.

"Hey, I'm sorry… I didn't think you'd get so upset." He let him go when he was sure the Autobot wouldn't try to leave and smiled. "Sorry, but you're gorgeous. I'm having a hard time keeping my servos off you. You're just so tempting."

Hot Shot looked up at the flier, his face as red as it could get. He glared at him a bit, especially at the innocent smile on his faceplates. "You say it so casually…"

Sunspot shrugged. "Well, it's true."

He let out a heavy intake. "But… I'm not ready."

"Hot Shot… It's been a while since we've been courting. Don't you think it's time we take our relationship to the next level?" His arms wrapped around him tightly, his servos trailing up and down his back while his lips went to the smaller mech's neck cables, which made the Autobot panic a bit, but his fear was ignored. "Come on, Hot Shot… I want you. Badly."

"B-But I – ah?!"

The Autobot let out a startled cry when he felt the hands once again drop down to his aft, which made him shake his helm frantically as he cried out in shock. Finally, he cried out in fright, "Sunspot! Please! I haven't done anything like this before!"

Sunspot's servos froze and he pulled back a bit, looking down at his lover and cocked his helm to the side as he watched Hot Shot tremble and push out of his embrace. Never done this before? Did he mean what he thought he meant?

The Decepticon looked at the other's faceplates again, noting how embarrassed he looked for blurting out that statement. His optics widened and his mouth was agape. "Hot Shot… You're a virgin?"

The blush on his face deepened.

"Oh Primus!" he cried. "Are you serious?! Slag, I had no idea!"

"Don't mock me!" Hot Shot shouted, completely mortified. "I-I just didn't want to do anything with anyone! I was waiting for the right partner!"

Realizing his error of judgment, Sunspot quickly pulled the trembling Autobot into a tight embrace, leaning up against the wall as stroked over his helm, kissing the burning cheeks. "No… I'm not mocking you, sweetspark. I'm sorry. I didn't know… You're just so beautiful; I figured that you've already done something like this… I'm sorry."

As the Decepticon cooed him, Hot Shot seemed to relax and his trembling stopped, leaning into the embrace and calming down. He hadn't expected Sunspot to react this way, but it was a pleasant response to say the least. He thought the flier would mock him for being a virgin for so long, but instead, he was apologizing for his behavior.

The realization made him laugh.

Sunspot looked down at him. "Hot Shot?"

The Autobot looked up at him, shyly wrapping his arms around his neck and giving him a soft kiss. "No… It's not your fault. I should've told you…" He rubbed his helm into his shoulder. "But, now do you get it?"

Sunspot nodded, smiling as he saw his lover's mood brightened. "Yeah… Alright. I'll wait for you then." He kissed his cheek, but then gave him a guilty smile as he looked down at his beloved. "But, I gotta warn you though. It'll still be hard since… Well, I really do want you."

Hot Shot's frame heated up. "Sunspot."

The Decepticon laughed. "Don't worry. I won't do anything you don't like."

Just as Hot Shot was about to say something, but he realized that it was nearly time to check in from his patrol. If he didn't, Prowl would have his helm for it. That mech was pretty finicky about that kind of thing.

"Time to go?" Sunspot guessed.

The Autobot nodded. Just before he turned to go, he gently seized the sides of his mate's helm, who optics widened for a moment and just as he opened his mouth to speak, Hot Shot pulled him down into a hot kiss, his glossa thrusting inside the other's warm mouth, connecting with his sweet appendage and intertwining with it.

Before the flier could get a chance to respond back, Hot Shot pulled away and looked at his pedes. "One Orn… I'll let you do something. But wait until then, okay?"

Then he transformed back into vehicle mode and drove off, leaving Sunspot alone in the cave staring after him before leaning against the entrance of the cave and laughing once.

"Damn, Hot Shot… Just damn."