Meta/Ficlet tiem

[eaten_by_bears]

 Give me a character, and I'll write a bit of either meta or fic on how they lost their virginity. Feel free to leave another prompt after I've answered your first one, and don't worry about limiting it to canons I'm familiar with. If I don't know, I'll make something up!

ETA: Have to go to work now, but keep the prompts coming, and I'll get to them later tonight!

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[inkandpaper]

Heyyyyy |D How about Cliffjumper?

[eaten_by_bears]

It was back in basic training. He was a big guy, and pretty. The kind that's used to getting a lot of attention, to things coming easy to him. Cliffjumper resented him. He saw him as a kind of rival, always measured his performance against his. Part of the reason he started hitting on him was to prove some kind of point. He really didn't foresee that it would go anywhere, he just expected to nettle the guy a little, throw him off his game by suggesting that the little red runt had an interest in him.

So it started as a game of chicken. Cliff sat closer to him to annoy him. He moved closer still to show he wasn't bothered. That turned to putting their hands on each other. Then, "Why don't you sit in my fragging lap?" Then, "Maybe I will." Then feinting at kissing to freak each other out. Then taking it a step further and actually kissing. Then, "Why don't you just suck my spike?" And, well, the guy wasn't any better at turning down a challenge than Cliffjumper was. He even kind of resented the overload. It annoyed him to admit how good it felt.

[inkandpaper]

I... that... are you aware that I ship Cliffjumper/Sunstreaker because. That. Could so easily be them.

Also that is 100% in character for Cliffjumper and I love it. Also it's hot.

Thank youuuu <3

[eaten_by_bears]

Aw, thank you!

I hadn't thought of it being Sunstreaker, but you're right, the shoe fits!

[caiusmajor]

Has no one asked you for Hot Rod yet?

[eaten_by_bears]

You're the first!

***

He'd been fascinated by Springer practically since he came online. It didn't hurt that one of his first sights in the universe was Springer dropping out of the sky to punch out an Air Warrior in mid-flight.

He followed him around. Picked up his mannerisms. Taught himself to launch off of any available inclined surface so he could fight in the air too. And if there wasn't anything to launch off of, he'd climb and jump. You could chalk up the openness of his admiration to his youth, but the truth was he didn't get any more subtle when he got older. Springer didn't mind, anyway. It was kind of nice having someone around who could appreciate him. And he couldn't say when it was, but at some point Roddy stopped being just the tag-along kid. He could handle a rifle nice. And as he got more practice with his body, he developed a kind of grace, even when he was jumping back from an oncoming missile.

And, well. The whole planet was gray and dead. It felt good to see something bright.

So one day, they took a little longer on patrol than usual. They didn't have much time, or a berth, but quick-against-a-wall is a valid approach, and Roddy took to it like a dynametal duck to Newtonian fluid.

[caiusmajor]

Awwwwwwwwwww CUTIES. :D

[eaten_by_bears]

Ain't they just <3

[inkandpaper]

HI I'm gonna ask for another one because I've liked all of your answers so far and I want mooore :D

So. Um. TFA Bulkhead?

[eaten_by_bears]

It was back on the energon farm. There was a long dry spell after he joined the army; no one wanted anything to do with the big, clumsy hick. Except Bumblebee, and he didn't want him in that way. But back home, he was considered pretty easy on the optics. Energon farmers appreciate a good, solid chassis.

It was one of the seasonal workers, earning credits by helping out Bulkhead's creator during harvest time. They worked side by side in the fields, draining the solar cells, carting the raw fuel down the long, busy road to the processing plant. It was hot work, but the nights were blessedly cool.

They slipped out into the fields together to talk, to lay under the stars. Bulkhead would talk about how he wanted to work on space bridges someday, and this guy really seemed to listen, even if he didn't get the jargon. They'd lay side by side. Then one would offer an arm around the other, a chest to rest on. Then they'd kiss. Eventually they were sharing energy, the smell of ozone mixing with the sweet scent of the ripe energon, just as intoxicating.

[inkandpaper]

Aww, that's so sweet. <3 Thank you!

[eaten_by_bears]

You're welcome!