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Wheeljack standing on the Jackhammer breathless.

Yeah... The wrecker would be stealing more moments like that.
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
audible click. "Bring them in."

"ETA: 5 klicks." Optimus spoke before disconnecting.

Ratchet glanced at Wheeljack who smirked back at him mischievously.

"Good luck, doc~..."

"Keep it up, I'll weld your mouth together," Ratchet purred. Though, he stole one more kiss before he went, leaving +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
"Autobots, regroup. We're moving back to base... Ratchet, prep the medbay, there's two here injured."

Ratchet groaned, rolling his optics before responding. "It'll be prepared. Which two?"

"Smokescreen and Bulkhead."

"Typical," the old medic gave a growl before closing his modesty with an +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
messily across the seats and across the floor of the Jackhammer.

"Now that? That's what I mean when I say you have passenger princess capabilities," Wheeljack gave a mischievous wink, earning a swat.

But- it was around that time their comms echoed, and Prime's voice came through.

+
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
helm back, moaning freely. "Wheeljack-!"

"Yeah~?" Wheeljack adjusted the angle to hit a sensitive bundle of wires. "What is it~?"

Ratchet's thighs squeezed together, just to be pulled back apart by the Wrecker. He hit the spot repeatedly, and the old medic couldn't hold back anymore. He sprayed +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
gasped a moan, grinning. "You're not letting me talk on pur-ah! Purpose-..."

"Mm... Less talk more action, what you like, doc..." Wheeljack winked. He glanced down, watching how that greedy valve sucked his digits in, how it fluttered and clung to him.

Fuck. That was so hot.

Ratchet threw his +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
"You're cute when you're all needy, doc... You know that?" Wheeljack purred, pressing their lips together again, cutting off any protest the medic would have to the statement.

He continued to work his digits as they kissed. Seemed they both had to pull back for air more often.

"Aft," Ratchet +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
wet, doc~..." He purred, gently rubbing the mech's clit. "Mm~... That's so sexy~..."

Ratchet swatted the mech's helm lightly. "Enough talking, just do something about it."

Wheeljack grinned up, the two digits sinking inside the old medic. Ratchet gasped, hips rutting up at the sudden thrust. +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
the best places to lick and suck to illicit moans of pleasure.

Ratchet loved every second of it. His modesty hissed open. "Here. Put your digits to use."

"With pleasure~..." The wrecker purred. Two digits slipped down, dipping between the glistening folds. He licked his derma. "Frag, you're +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
lightheartedly, biting back moans and whimpers with each planted kiss. Frag this mech... He was too old to be feeling like this.

But, that didn't stop Wheeljack. His glossa traced every wire down to his chest kibble. The wrecker was keenly aware of where to put his glossa and what it would do; +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
out of thought. "You think too much."

"And you think too little," Ratchet grumbled, gasping as a sensitive cable was nipped.

"Me? I'm offended," Wheeljack smirked against said cable. "I think I'm a good scientist."

"When your inventions don't blow up in your face? Maybe," Ratchet mocked +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
all... An old dog at least knows a few tricks.

And perhaps he had been in this position more than once. He was close with both Megatronus and Orion Pax back before the war... And he had been between them more than once.

Wheeljack noticed the medic seemed distracted nipping his neck to pull him +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
stealing the air from my vents?" The wrecker gave a mischievous smirk, kissing the sensitive cables of Ratchet's neck wiring. "... Or how good you taste.."

"Like Energon-"

"With your own unique flavor blended~..."

Ratchet huffed, but craned his helm back. He was familiar with this position after+
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
a breath.

Whispers of one another's names echoed throughout the Jackhammer and back into their audials. Wheeljack growled as they parted once more, diving lower. "Didn't know the old doctor was naughty..."

"Please, I don't have to tell you everything."

"Mm... Not even how damn good you are at +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
before that arrogant wrecker practically head-butted him into a kiss, all denta and glossa.

The seat below the two groaned, the old starship adjusting to the added mass.

That didn't seem to distract either, their servos explored, diving back together the second they parted and managed to gulp in +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
hoarsely. His voice held a natural rasp, and for some reason, it drove the medic mad.

Ratchet settled into the passenger seat, a slight smirk tugging at his derma. "Well, I'm here now..." He cocked his head back, giving Wheeljack an appreciative look. "What next-"

He couldn't finish his sentence +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Ratchet towards the cockpit. "C'mon, sunshine~... Loosen up, I'll make it worth your time."

The medic gave a mech a look, scowling. "Really? I thought I told you about those nicknames."

"What? They're cute and I think they match your personality perfectly~..."

"Puh-lease..."

Wheeljack chuckled +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
hide nor kibble of the group. But knowing them? Their recon mission is going to go to hell in the next few minutes.

Which, to Jackie? Plenty of time. Even if it was 15 to 20 klicks, still enough, right?

The mech gave a cocky smirk over his shoulder as he moved deeper into his ship, gently nudging+
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
upset, but the flush on his face gave away to a different story.

The old medic was reluctant, but they didn't really have much time. Knowing the team, Bulkhead would be back soon and in need of a serious patch-up. That is if they made contact with Decepticon forces. Ratchet hadn't heard or seen +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
"I told you I wasn't going to get back on this thing, and here you are, dragging me on this heap of junk!"

Wheeljack laughed at Ratchet's protests, smirking. "C'mon, doc... It's the only place we have privacy-"

"Don't call me doc-!" Ratchet hissed, crossing his arms over his chest. He acted +
November 12, 2025 at 8:50 PM
so much of his Optimus, but still so vastly different...

Oh, and Ratchet is filled to the brim with that spike, triggers so many overloads he lost count. And Bay Oppy? He loves it. Loves filling TFP Ratchet over-and-over in whatever position they can manage...

Heheh...
November 11, 2025 at 10:46 PM
wall and growling his names- and Primus, there'd be Energon running where Ratchet hadn't felt it in a long time. Optimus loves it- can't get enough- he can smell how aroused the medic is.

And Ratchet is absolutely in LOVE with the way Bay Oppy fingers him, how he eats him out, how he reminds him +
November 11, 2025 at 10:46 PM