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Fixer-upper; open thread
Topic Started: 29 Mar 2016, 09:08 PM (391 Views)
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"I mean, technically, as your captain, I could order you to take some time off," Rodimus shrugged. "But I think that would put a damper in our relationship." The last time he'd all but ordered someone to take time off, things between him and Ultra Magnus had gone downhill a little. Rodimus really didn't want to risk that again. "It's just easier to take a couple days off. Relax and unwind a bit, then I'll get those mechs in for their physicals and we'll have those drinks after that."

"Ratchet's way too cranky for me." Rodimus crinkled his nose. His relationship with Ratchet was strictly professional. Well, mostly. Rodimus and 'strictly professional' didn't really go hand-in-hand. "Wait, someone hit on the Hatchet and survived? Didn't think that was possible. Maybe we will have to team up and needle the old medic. But you're fixing me if he reacts badly."

Rodimus turned towards First Aid, tilting his head slightly, optics studying the other mech's faceplates in curiosity. "Are you saying you're actually really hot under that facemask?" he asked. He let a slight grin curve at his lips. "I bet you are. So much that you have to wear the mask and visor to keep from starting a riot whenever you walk into a room." He gave a shrug at the comment about being drawn to bigger bots. He'd made a few passes at Magnus before, so it wasn't surprising others thought large bots were his thing. "I won't deny that. But it's not exclusively larger bots."

Though it wasn't exactly like Rodimus had much of a track record to make comparisons to when it came to what his type was. He liked to think of himself as a likable mech, but he wasn't sure how much truth there was to the though. Enough that he'd gotten himself a crew of over two hundred when he'd launched the quest, but that wasn't the kind of 'likable' that counted in this particular conversation.

Rodimus exvented, leaning back so his helm tapped against the Rod Pod. "I guess, yeah. Sucks, though. I mean, I can be serious, but you know me. I like to enjoy things. I like to indulge and have fun. The war's over, we're on our quest, we should be allowed to have a good time for once in our lives. Is that wrong?"

He couldn't help a slight laugh. "It's not like 'Wreckers' and 'traditional' go together, Aid. Just look at who all's been a Wrecker. Even I hung out with Drift when they picked me up for a while. I'll tell you some stories when we hit the bar."

"Surprise me with the flavor," he commented about the energon goodies. "The sweeter, the better. I don't like sour energon goodies."
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“Rodimus, if you have an ounce of pity towards me you won’t command me to do that, I’ll beg if I have to. Taking care of this ship is the one thing holding me together, mentally anyways, having a purpose is… It’s all I got. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you forced me out of the medbay. Ratchet’s kicked me out before once too, I just sat outside… And cleaned a bit of the walls and floor in the area waiting for him to let me back in.”

Thankfully Rodimus hadn’t seemed too firm with the suggestion and relief filled the medic. Thank Primus, he didn’t even have a clue where his habsuite even was anymore. He’d just sit at Swerve’s with nowhere to go when the minibot had Ten sweep him out at closing. It’s not like he really had anywhere to go, if anything… The most he could do would be strapping on some magboots and sit out to watch the stars. Wonder about what could have been and what should have been.

Urgh.

“Ratchet is an, uh, acquired taste. I think that is a safe way to put it.” Still didn’t extinguish First Aid’s suspicions about Pharma and Ratchet. Nothing had been solidified, but Aid had his reasons for believing what he had. Besides, the two had a past. A long and detailed one. Surly something was up with that, right? Not like Ratchet was here to question. “I’m not sayin’ come to the bay and lay some sugar on him. I don’t want you to damage your face with that wrench. I’m sayin’ maybe poke and prod him by going for one of his little nurses. He prides himself on always being the best. I’m sure it would dig right under those plates of his to see someone else getting the praise instead of him”

Then Rodimus followed up about Aid, which sent the medic sputtering. Oh, Primus, that was NOT at all what he had meant.

“T-That is NOT why I wear a mask, I assure you that I am very plain and uninteresting under my mask. No strong jawline or anything. Nope. Not hot at all, which is why I thought it was funny that you’d imply that I was without even seeing the real me. Most of my appeal comes from my banter, and the fact I like to comfort others. I’m sure if I had Ratchet’s blend of tough love I’d never make any friends, or anything past that.” He was still clearly flustered at the accusation, clearing his voice a bit. “It’s hard being smaller and not a minibot. Not that I want to be a minibot. I just know larger mechs like to kind of corner me, I’m not sure if it’s for fun or what, but it’s a bit of a predicament at times… But a good height difference doesn’t hurt at all.” Tip toeing into hugs and being able to tuck his helm beneath chins was what ideal for the medic, honestly. That returned sense of comfort? Hooo boy.

“No, it’s not wrong at all. And I agree. No guns, no worries, just…It’s a shame we can’t truly appreciate what we have before us. I mean, without war. There are so many other things to indulge in and it’s… It’s no crime to indulge in anything that makes you feel good. Sports, company, sweets, adventure. I know you don’t need to hear it from me, but you shouldn’t feel guilt for being you. Just saying.”

“You got me on that one, ‘traditional’ and ‘Wreckers’ don’t usually sit lightly with each other. By chance, are, uh, are you close to either Percy or Whirl? I, uh, not when we go drinking, but at some point it would be really nice to get them to know at least one of them better.”

He was still shy when it came to approaching Wreckers, well asides from Springer really. Which was a bit ironic if you knew Springer, but still. It was hard having two admirable mechs on board and not being able to strike the nerve to seek them out. He’d be bothering them right? “A-Actually maybe not. Percy is really busy with lab work, I think, and I know Whirl can be a little much… Maybe when I’m feeling more up to par I’ll try to strike a conversation. For now I’d like to focus on getting to know you better.”

“Here I’d think you’d prefer spicy over sweet, spicy or salty, but I learn something new every day. I like sweet but it messes with my tanks, one of the flavors actually makes me spill my tanks if I indulge. I tend to stick to more bitter flavors now, which are actually good once you get used to the taste.”
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"I won't force you out, promise," Rodimus told him. "Ask you to take a break, sure. Insist, beg, swindle, sure. I'm not above underhanded tactics to get my crew to relax for a while." How did he end up having a crew full of workaholics? First there was Magnus, then Ratchet, now First Aid. Swerve might be a workaholic, with as much time as he spent in the bar, but he had the busiest job on the ship, keeping everyone well supplied with engex. "But if you're that unsure of what what to do outside the medbay, I could give you a few ideas."

Rodimus shook his head. "Acquired or not, still not my type and never will be." Messing with the old medic sounded right up his alley, though and if First Aid was okay with a little fun, why not? "If we ever run into him again, definitely. You're not just one of his 'little nurses' though. You've already proven yourself the best by succeeding him as CMO."

He really hadn't expected First Aid to be so flustered by his comment and the medic's protests only had Rodimus smiling again. "You know what they say, though. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So maybe sometime you might show me your face and I'll make the call. But you're still good looking. Masked mechs can be good-looking." At the comment of being cornered, Rodimus wrinkled his nose. "If they're doing it for fun, they need a new hobby. I'm not putting up with any harassment on my ship."

He gave a slight nod at First Aid's response about enjoying life after the war. "That's what I keep telling everyone," he pointed out. "I know we're on this quest to find the Knights and we've got a mission to get Megatron to them for judgment, but why not have a little fun in the mean time? There's a long way between us and Cyberutopia. We've got time to do things that make us feel good. I tell them that and if they could roll their optics, they would."

Of course, they tended to be Megatron and Ultra Magnus, so not a surprise, right?

"Perceptor doesn't let anyone close and Whirl's, well, Whirl," Rodimus pointed out. "Kind of hard to be close to either of them, especially when you're me. I don't think either of them like me much." He knew Perceptor got annoyed with him a lot, because of his impatience for the scientist's jargon and long-winded explanations. Whirl mostly didn't seem to like him because he kept restricting the former Wrecker's access to guns. Oh, well. Rodimus gave First Aid a smile when the medic said he'd like to know him better. "Oh, you would, huh?"

"Spicy's fine, but I'm a sucker for sweet stuff. It's going to ruin my systems some day, but it's a vice. Magnus keeps harping on me about all my stashes around the ship."
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With the fear of Rodimus forcing him on some vacation days gone, First Aid was able to rest easy once more. He slouched a little further, while he knew Rodimus was right he simply just couldn't trust himself. Not at all. Though the promised arrangement for drinks had him glowing in his visor, excited to spend time with Rodimus. It would be fun indeed, even if Rodimus was far from good impulse control and may in fact coax him into doing something risky after they've had a few. Not that Aid was all too worried.

"You have no idea with Ratchet, Rodimus, I doubt he'll ever treat me like his equal. I bet soon as he's back on ship he'll want the title back, and you know I'm going to throw a fit. I worked so hard to get here." A fit was hardly the way to describe how cheesed off First Aid would be at any sign of another in right demotion. Ratchet would be catching these forged hands of his. Hopefully Pharma's could keep up. Not that First Aid would actually get physically violent, but he would surely battle the other verbally. "I'll always be a little nurse to him. If I hadn't already proved my worth, you know, if believe him. But not anymore."

Still flustered, Aid suffered a bit of an internal battle. Pressing forwards with his palms behind him, flat to the ground for support, First Aid gave a nervous glance to confirm that they truly were alone. After confirming such, as he'd known, First Aid reached up and removed his mask, gently lowering it to his lap where his thumbs rubbed over it gently.

By no means did First Aid have a masculine face. No strong jaw, no define nose. In fact his face was extremely femme, a delicate soft look to his jaw line. Not as heart shaped as Lottie or Nautica, as it bore more of a rounded curve at the chin while theirs was more pointed, it was still closed to theirs than any of the other mech's onboard. It was honestly fitting, a sweet and soft face for such a caring medic. Tiny button nose and rounded cheeks. That in its own lead to Aid's insecurity with his faceplates, however, choosing to seek comfort behind the plating. While his visor was also detachable as well, that he chose to keep on, he really couldn't see without the thing. Too much damage at a young age had nearly ruined his optics, the visor was necessary. Lip bit, face a bit red, First Aid was unable to make eye contact to see Rodimus's reaction. He was starting to feel foolish, nervous, his EM field pulled close to hide the growing anxiety.

"I told you I'm really nothing special. Besides, sometimes when I work, ah, my glossa peaks out and I get teased. I'm not really taken all too seriously... Or so I feel..." He made no movement to return the mask to his face, thumbing over the curve still, but his mouth was twisted a tad as he wasn't quite sure how to feel. While the fresh air was nice against his heated cheeks, he wasn't too sure that Rodimus wouldn't laugh at him. No. That was a mean thought. His captain wouldn't laugh. Still, he felt self doubt.

He continued the conversation with the mask off.

"Magus... I'm not sure if it's in his code to relax. Sure I've seen him do so once or twice, but often I believe he feels guilty to indulge in personal hobbies. Megatron is a beast of a different color, for him he surly needs to just... Adapt better to life on the ship. He's been a leader most his life. Rodimus I'm not sure if he's aware that he doesn't need to lead all the time."

It was a pretty hypocritical statement coming from the CMO who minutes before had been nearly crying to not take a personal day.

"I'll have to make you an enormous batch simply to spite Magnus. I can't share them with you, or well I can but soon after I'll purge from the flavoring, but he can come personally to me and deal with me if he gives you a hard time about the sweets. I'll tell him to kiss my aft, only not really, I'm not sure if I'd have the nerve to say it to his face. Maybe don't send him to me, I'll probably shrink and agree to whatever he has to say."
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"Aid, even if Ratchet does come back to the Lost Light, he won't take the title back," Rodimus pointed out. "Actually, he can't. You outrank him now. He's in no position to demote you. The only ones who can do that on this ship are me and Magnus." He doubted that Ratchet would take the position back anyways, after retiring officially and giving First Aid his position. At most, Rodimus figured that Ratchet might ask to help out in the medbay and, maybe, there'd be a bit of a power struggle, since old habits died hard. "You know, he might think of you that way because he cares about you. He's always had a weird way of showing it."

Rodimus was a little surprised when First Aid reached to take off his mask; he hadn't really expected the medic to remove the mask so soon. They were just beginning to know each other and Rodimus had been teasing. He must have struck a nerve, if First Aid was really going to show him his face. Primus, Rodimus just constantly went too far, didn't he? He was about to apologize - something he didn't often do - but then First Aid's mask was already off and Rodimus was staring. He didn't really understand how the other mech couldn't think of himself as 'good-looking' with a face like that, all soft curves and gentle features - no, First Aid didn't meet the usual standards, since that had come to be defined by the sharp lines and sturdy angles common in other mechs, but that didn't make him any less visually appealing. In fact, as far as Rodimus was concerned, the softness of First Aid's face was more appealing. Rodimus felt his faceplates heating up a little as he realized that he was staring.

"If...I'm to judge," he spoke up, prying his sight from First Aid's face, "I like what I see." He reached over and let his hand catch one of First Aid's to reassure the other mech. He could tell that showing his face wasn't something that the other mech was really comfortable with and Rodimus had been teasing him about it. "You didn't have to show me, but I'm glad you did. It's kind of a treat to know what you look like under that mask and I still say you're hotter than you think you are." He couldn't help a gentle quip of his lips when he imagined First Aid's glossa peaking out while he was working, but he didn't laugh. "Thank you for trusting me enough to show me what you look like."

He gave a snort of amusement when First Aid spoke of Magnus and relaxation. "I think that's exactly what he told me before I made him join the others on shore leave once. He couldn't even say the word 'relax'." Magnus had changed a lot over the course of the last couple of years since they'd first launched. It made him proud of the former Enforcer. "He's learning, which is better than I thought we'd see from him. And Megs, well, the humans have a saying, something like 'you can't teach an old dog new tricks'. I think it kind of fits when it comes to him. Doesn't stop me from trying to get him to loosen up a bit, though. You're right, he's probably still thinking of himself of a leader."

Rodimus visibly brightened at the thought of a personal batch of homemade energon goodies. "You're going to spoil me, Aid," he told the medic, smiling at him. "Don't worry, I won't let Magnus know you're my new snack dealer. I don't want to get you in trouble with him. But, since you're making me the energon goodies, what do you want in return? I'll make something for you."
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“I know he physically can't just revoke his title back. But Rodimus… You know how he is. He doesn’t need a rank to think he owns the place. It’s like, imagine standing at the front of the ship driving and just having him stand over shoulder bossing you around like he owns the place. Eurgh...” It was clear that despite what had happened between him and the past CMO that First Aid still held Ratchet on another level above himself. Honestly, it was hard to even think of them as equals, regardless of assigned ranks. Ratchet would always believe what he had wanted, right or wrong, but Rodimus had a very valid point.”

“Oh, I know he cares about me. He cared about both of us, all of us. Pharma too. Pharma the most, me being second, but I couldn’t ever expect to be first compared to my old boss. Still, I know Ratchet would always protect me if I needed, I just hate that be bump heads a lot due to his arrogant and ignorant comments. Like. Gosh, maybe Ambulon didn’t get upset but it would make me so frustrated when he would have the nerve to imply that him and I were better than Ambulon simply due to the fact that we were forged. Ambulon worked so hard, that was so… disrespectful.”

The moment that Rodimus had taken his hand, Aid couldn’t help but squeeze back a little bit. He was always touchy and affectionate, when others offered a hand he would gladly accept. Still, he made a quick glance towards the captain, immediately making eye contact with the ground again when he had noticed just how heated Rodimus’s face had grown. Least he wasn’t just lying to comfort him, there would be no way he was faking this. Still, Aid made no move to place his mask back over his face. Already he was biting on his lip as he listened to Rodimus talk, not wanting to interrupt. Rodimus could stare all he had wanted, First Aid would be none the wiser. Not when he was busy counting the cords and bolts disassembled from the rodpod.

“I don’t share my face a lot. Number of mechs that know my face are smaller than the amount of digits I have. Two of which are Ratch and Ambulon. Not even Pharma had the pleasure of knowing, and I worked with him for millions of years.” Unsaid was Springer, but that was talk for another time. “Still… seeing my face is, I suppose a bit of a privilege. I trust you won’t go gossiping about me now that I’ve opened up, not a shred of doubt. But glad to know you think of it as a treat, it makes me feel a little better about how I look. I mean, I suppose it’s fitting, but I don’t know… I’m not chiseled and defined like the rest of you guys. I’d like to get taken seriously. That, and, having a mask on alongside my visor… I dunno, I feel like I have a bit of space between me and my surroundings. It’s a nice comfort.”

Smiling, a genuine smile, First Aid had to nod. “Even from the time I’ve been on board I can agree that Magnus has improved a lot. Have you given him a Rodimus Star for most improved? He is really proud of his seven existing ones, I find it really adorable how soft he can get over sentimental things. Sometimes I think he forgets that he can slow down now and then, that he doesn’t always have to be so big and tough, but he really is getting better. I mean, he’s made rare appearances here and there out of the armor on the ship, that speaks for itself if you ask me.”

“You don’t need to repay me for sweets. Like I said, I’m intolerant to certain flavors anyways. If anything I can practically feel Ambulon sigh in relief that you’ll be providing excuse for my impulse control not to eat them all myself until the point of sickness. If anything, if you really want to so something for me, you can just make sure you follow up with our plans for a drink.”

First Aid didn’t let go of Rodimus’s servo, simply moving his own so that his digits could push to intertwine their digits from their previous mitten hold. This way Aid could gently rub his fingertips to the back of Rodimus’s palm. It had been a long, long while since he had felt this relaxed, there was no way he would let it slip so quickly from his grasp. Maybe he shouldn’t let his guard down so easily, or be so open, but… Once in awhile was okay, right?
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Rodimus gave a sigh. "Yeah, I don't really need to imagine that. I already get it enough from Megatron, trying to imagine Ratchet doing the same is the worst." Don't get him wrong, he liked and respected Ratchet, but there were lines that needed to be drawn. Optimus had been better with the medic than Rodimus had been, so he and Ratchet had ended up arguing several times. He could understand where First Aid was coming from. "Ratchet always said the best medics were forged, didn't he? There's something to be said about that, but there's just as much to be said about those who weren't. Ambulon was a good medic, from what I know of him. He deserves that recognition."

There was a lot of recognition that Rodimus had failed to give over the course of the quest. He'd introduced the Rodimus Stars for the purpose of ship morale, giving them in recognition of outstanding crew members and he'd never given one to Ambulon. Just as he'd never given one to Trailcutter - until after he'd been messily murdered by the DJD. Saying that Ambulon deserved recognition now, so long after the medic's death, seemed almost too little, too late.

Rodimus found himself glad that First Aid hadn't replaced his mask yet. He liked being able to see the medic's face and it made him oddly proud to be one of an apparent few that got to see those gentle features. "No gossip, promise," Rodimus told him. "I'm selfish like that, I get to know what you look like and the rest of the crew doesn't." Of course, it was also because he didn't want to break the trust building between him and First Aid. It felt like there weren't many on the ship that trusted him lately. "I don't think you need to look like the rest of us to be taken seriously, though. You've already earned that. The crew knows you're a capable medic and they take you seriously when it comes to your health, right?"

Primus, First Aid had a cute smile. Rodimus' spark pulsed slightly at the sight. "I should give him one for it, shouldn't I? I'm behind on handing them out." He hadn't given any Rodimus Stars out since Trailcutter's death. "Magnus and 'adorable', though. Never thought I'd hear anyone put those in the same sentence. He's definitely learning. I think Ten's helped a lot. They're an odd pair, but I've seen odder."

Rodimus couldn't help a laugh. "Me providing impulse control? There's something no one else has ever suggested!" Rodimus and impulse control were not the best of friends. He gave into his impulses far too often, according to Magnus. Speaking of impulses, when First Aid tangled their digits together and let his fingertips run over his hand, Rodimus shifted closer to the other mech, reaching with his free hand to tilt First Aid's chin up to they were face to face as he leaned in. "I'll definitely follow up. It's a date."

That said, he gave into one more impulse and pressed a kiss to First Aid's exposed lips.
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"Like sure, Ratch and I were forged medics. We have a little extra coding in this field and our hands are a lot more sensitive and delicate. But for any mech to be cold constructed and to keep up deserved recognition too. Ratchet never thought that way and, well, it always bugged me. Credit was never given where it was due. That was for sure." He huffed and rolled his eyes at the thought of Ratchet's words. It never would leave his processor just how crotchety of an old man Ratchet could really be.

"Nothing wrong with being a little selfish now and then. I'm a pretty selfish mech when the circumstance arises, that's for certain. Still, I'd rather not have Swerve taking bets over who can unmask me while currently most of this ship thinks I have no face at all. I'd like for it to stay that way, least for now." The CMO still refused eye contact, choosing to simply enjoy their minor contact. Occasionally their shoulders would rush as they sat, fingers intertwined as First Aid's optics scanned the floor. He couldn't meet Rodimus's gaze, not when he knew the other was smiling at him.

"I think he'd get excited over another star. I mean, Magnus isn't the type to do a little happy dance when he's excited, but you can always tell in his optics. They flash. We had a conversation once about the importance of organization, so I've seen it first hand." Magnus was adorable, minus his hulking size. "He might get embarrassed at the initial bring up of his mannerism but I think he'd grow happy to be recognized for improvement. I say go for it."

First Aid hadn't heard the end bit of what Rodimus had to say. As soon as Rodimus had tilted his chin, the medic's mind went blank. Warmth filled him, burning off his cheek plates until a completely separate warmth pressed against him, followed by Rodimus's lips.

Any tension in First Aid's frame immediately melted away and he gave the Captain's hand a little squeeze. In the back of his mind he knew he should say no, but he ignored it. Instead he found himself quickly subspacing his mask, freeing up a servo to run up Rodimus's arm before wrapping around his shoulders. Tilting his head just right, First Aid found that perfect sweet spot for their lips to line up just right. Radiating warmth and comfort, First Aid tried to coax him closer, even just a little bit. Rodimus's lips were so soft to his, intoxicating as they meshed with his own.

A little innocent kissing never hurt, right? Harmless, totally harmless, worst case scenario they made out against the rodpod for awhile. How terrible. Only, not really. It wasn't hunger or lust that had brought them here, truth ad honesty was what brought this on. That was a-okay with the medic. Fingers gently rubbed and rested against the metal playing between the bulk of Rodimus's shoulder and the cuff around his neck before Aid had the bright idea to loop it around his middle, able to trace shapes gently against Rodimus's back from this angle. It had been far comfier on his wrist this way, and less thought on his processor. All he wanted right now was to bask in the warmth and comfort of this kiss.
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Rodimus had never really understood the difference between forged medics and those that were constructed cold. He'd always considered medics the same - as long as they got the job done, he didn't care who was forged and who was constructed cold. Oh, he liked Ratchet's handiwork, sure, and he'd always be proud of the arms that Ratchet had rebuilt him after the sparkeater incident, but there were other medics, some of whom were constructed cold, that had worked on him and he didn't think they were any less skilled. "Well, now that you're CMO, you can make sure the other medics all get their recognition," he pointed out. "I know Ambulon's not here anymore, but you can make sure he gets the credit for what he did in life."

Rodimus didn't mind being selfish in this. If First Aid didn't want the rest of the crew knowing about his face or trying to unmask him, he wouldn't tell anyone. He didn't want to tell anyone at any rate. So he nodded when First Aid said he'd like the crew to continue thinking he had no face. "Cross my spark, I won't say a word."

"Yeah, I've seen him when he's excited." It was subtle and Rodimus probably would never have noticed it if he hadn't had a Thing for the former Enforcer. The first Rodimus Star he'd given Ultra Magnus had confused the bigger mech, but an award was an award. Magnus could think they were ridiculous all he wanted, but there was a bit of pride in having his merits recognized and Rodimus was happy with that. Plus, he'd noticed that Magnus kept his Rodimus Stars polished; it might be Magnus' aversion to dirt and his perfectionism at work, but maybe Rodimus liked to think Magnus cared. "I think I'll make a few new stars later to hand out."

And though he didn't say it out loud, Rodimus was already planning to give one to First Aid. He had a couple of reasons in mind, but primarily, for sitting with him and helping him sort through the issues that had been building up in his spark and processor. He'd come up with a better way to phrase it when he gave the award - somehow, he didn't think 'giving a frag about me' would go over well as an award reasoning.

Rodimus pushed the thoughts away, since he could think about making the awards later. First Aid returning the kiss brought his attention to the smaller mech again and he moved closer at the other mech's coaxing, bringing his hands down to First Aid's hips. The warmth from the medic swept over him and he deepened the kiss slightly, offlining his optics and letting himself settle into the kiss. It had been a while since he'd been this close to someone, his affections either rebuffed or unobserved entirely. He'd stopped trying to find comfort with another mech, distancing himself from others, but First Aid was returning the gestures, kissing back and touching his frame.

Oh, but Rodimus loved the gentle touch to his back. He gave a soft whine in the back of his vox coder and leaned into the kiss again, his gold fingers teasing at First Aid's hips, slipping between the seams of the medic's armor and running along the wheels at the other mech's sides. Moments later, he broke the kiss, nipping light at First Aid's lower lip before pulling away with a light smile. "You don't wanna go for that drink now, do you?"

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“You make a good point, Rodimus. I think I really need to find a way to figure a way to make sure I’m a better CMO than my previous two CMO’s.” There was a lot to go into about Pharma, but that talk wasn’t for this conversation. Maybe at a later time. Things were going so well, talking about watching your two mentors fall apart and one go so far as to betray his medical staff after a long drawn out breakdown was not something Aid had wanted to think about right now. Now was also not the time to mention that he had Ambulon’s autobot brand on his possession, like physically in his subspace as they spoke. There was no way First Aid could let that flame die, even if Ambulon had against his will.

“Good. I don’t need my patients finding out that their cute nurse is in fact selfish. That can be our little secret too.” This whole little play flirting banter they had been shooting back and forth was arguably selfish. Rodimus was a great mech, and it was harmless absolutely, but that still hadn’t meant that it wasn’t selfish to treat the captain in such an unprofessional way. Thankfully Rodimus didn’t seem to mind, if anything it seemed he was happy that the medic was speaking up.

While First Aid had always assumed that Rodimus had something going on with or for Magnus, he just never had the proof to support the claim. Sure, mechs gossiped. It just wasn’t anything from a credible source. Not that it was any of his business anyways. He had been pining for his coworker himself, thousands of years if not longer. He really couldn’t recall just how long the two of them had been stationed at Delphi, but gosh, it was almost immediate that First Aid knew he was in trouble when he saw the ward manager. Still, unless Rodimus gave word of recognition he couldn’t give his one piece of advice on the subject: tell him before you lose the chance. Thankfully, this wasn’t about the CMO right now, it was about Rodimus.

“I like the subtleness to his excitement. It’s not as powerful as more emotional mechs, but it holds its own warmth. I’m sure you’d agree.”

First Aid really wasn’t expecting the gesture to begin with. It was, well, conflicting. Thankfully he could tuck all the bad parts of how this could go possibly wrong all the way to the back of his processor and just give in to it all. He was vulnerable, already opening up to Rodimus. To have the captain open up back, he was going to take it full throttle. While he, surprisingly, didn’t shutter off his optics, First Aid did dim them considerably at the sight of Rodimus’s going offline. Delphi was the last time he had gotten attention like this, the very beginning of his stay at Delphi, and while he wasn’t the type to really go seek this kind of attention out it hardly meant that First Aid wasn’t open to it.

Then Rodimus started touching his hips, a soft purr from his engine encouraging the teasing of his seams. Hardly any help when Rodimus only pushed further, deepening their kiss, that earned a content sigh from the medic. He was being spoiled rotten, just from this one display of affection. Overdue affection at that. The moment his audials picked up on that whine, gosh, he could feel his plating heating up beneath those golden fingers. The need to let go of Rodimus’s servo was urgent, choosing to let his newly freed hand join the other in gently brushing the middle of the captain's back. Falling into temptation, Aid ghosted one hand up over Rodimus’s spoiler, fingers choosing to tease and rub gently over the curve of its edge rather than stroke at the thickness of its middle. Aid was no fool, he knew just how sensitive that area was, though there was some clouded worry that perhaps because of the sensitivity maybe it was off limits for the touch. Could anyone truly blame him for wanting to draw out another whine, though? It was his best bet.

Then… Rodimus pulled back, his face anyways. Leaving First Aid with a dim visor and heated face, his lip quivered and twitched with the soft nips the other left before fully pulling away. Mouth parted still, the CMO needed a moment for his processor to catch up to what was going on. He was still a bit, well, rusty with this brand of affection. Minor practice but nothing recent would do that to you. The air of the shuttlebay felt colder than it had before, making First Aid realize just how truly warm his face was. Though no sound of cooling fans clicking up was a good sign, or least First Aid had thought so anyways. How embarrassing would that have been, right?

“Uhh, wha…?” He needed a moment to process the request, absently letting the hand that had been previously tweaking at Rodimus’s spoiler come to his face and wipe his mouth on the back of his palm. He really didn’t feel like getting any trails of saliva stuck to his mask when he eventually did put it back on. That would be itchy. “Drink..? Yeah, uh, we should probably do that now. Drink sounds great, but, uh... Did you want to actually sit at Swerve’s? I don’t mind, but might we sit towards the back?”

Once Rodimus would get up, Aid would put his mask back on. For the meantime he would bask in the relief of cold air caressing his heated cheeks. That was… Unexpected, unplanned, but really really nice. Nicer than he’d ever want to admit. Primus.
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Rodimus smiled at First Aid, one of those wide smiles that tugged at the soft metal of his face plates, the kind that he always gave when he was being his most genuine. "Hey, I believe in you, Aid," he told the medic. He was generally a pretty good judge of character, going with his instincts when it came to the mechs he spoke to at length. Oh, a few managed to slip past his internal radar (he still hadn't forgiven himself for letting Getaway practically waltz under the radar), but for the most part, he had a pretty good idea of what those on his ship were capable of achieving. "I'm sure you'll show them both up. You've got a staff that cares about you and a commander that's got your back."

"Even if they did find out, they'd probably just think of you as one of them," Rodimus commented. There wasn't a single bot of the Lost Light that wasn't selfish in some way or another. Even Rung, turns out, had a selfish streak. If the crew somehow found out, Rodimus figured that most of them would just shrug it off and go about their business, accepting First Aid as one of them. "They won't find out from me, of course. I'm a better secret-keeper than that."

Rodimus wasn't usually so open - if the hints he let slide now were to be considered 'open' - about his crush on Ultra Magnus, keeping it fairly well contained because he was pretty certain that it was unrequited. After all, Magnus was all about rules and order and Rodimus was the exact opposite. Not to mention, there'd been the whole ordeal with Tyrest and how Magnus didn't trust him to be responsible. No, he was pretty sure that there was little chance of anything there. That didn't stop Rodimus' spark from pulsing when he saw Magnus actually seeming to enjoy himself. He gave a nod to First Aid's assessment of Magnus. "Yeah, I do."

He felt a little guilty for being fairly obvious with his affection for Magnus when he'd been flirting with First Aid, though. He didn't want the other mech thinking this was some sort of rebound thing or that he was just using him to get over Magnus. He genuinely liked First Aid and wanted to see where it would go if they decided to take things further than a chat, some kissing, and engex.

Which, it was looking like they just might do that. First Aid definitely seemed to like the kiss from Rodimus, if that purr from his engine was anything to judge by, and Rodimus knew that he enjoyed kissing the medic. He kept his hands at First Aid's hips, gripping at the joints as he arched slightly with a soft keen at the touch to his spoiler - oh, Primus, he loved it when his spoiler was teased, though First Aid was nowhere near the sensitive spot that would send his engine revving. Which, all in good time, as much as Rodimus liked kissing the other mech, he doubted First Aid wanted to be caught in the shuttle bay with him and it was only a matter of time before someone came to the shuttle bay for one reason or another.

And that brought them to the point where Rodimus was asking about that drink. "I was sort of thinking maybe somewhere a little more private than Swerve's. I've got some high-grade stashed in my quarters."
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Well. It was a relief to hear Rodimus say he believed in him. It was one of those things where First Aid knew it was true on a factual level, similar to how he could describe the weather, but on a mental level the assurance was constantly needed. Low esteem caused that sort of thing, and it was no wonder where First Aid got all that pent up anxiety and trauma from. Still, every day he bettered himself, trying harder to reach his goal. Admittedly, everyone on the ship was working towards the same overall goal to better themselves one by one, or so Aid had believed. So he hoped.

There it was. ‘One of them’. Aid really didn’t feel like one with anyone, now with most the medics gone. Sure, Lottie was there but… It wasn’t the same. He didn’t have that connection he had towards Ratchet with her, the bond him and Ambulon shared, though it was best that he held Lottie in higher regards than he had Pharma. Yikes. Still, he had painted this image of himself across the ship, selfless little nurse that always offered a helping hand. Delicate touch, all the time in the universe for any problem no matter how big or small. Selfishness didn’t fit in that picture. It was the opposite. Was it lying? He didn’t think so.

One thing was certain, First Aid and Rodimus would need to have a real spark to spark talk. Not about being in command or self doubts. Even if Aid had been wrong about his assumptions between the Captain and his second in command, Aid still was carrying loads of baggage. It would be not just selfish but extremely unfair to withhold that kind of information from Rodimus. How did someone just open up about their unrequited love for their co-worker, spending thousands upon millions of years watching and pinning only for them to be killed before he could say anything, because Aid sure didn’t know how to let that turbofox out of the bag. It wasn’t like the two were getting married right now, First Aid hadn’t even known what Rodimus was even thinking about all this.

One thing was certain though, he was getting in deep and he really, really needed a drink.

Thank Primus that Rodimus had offered, otherwise he’d be still slouched on the ground like a sitting duck, beneath Rodimus just asking to get caught. That was a rumor he didn’t need spreading around the ship, that him and the captain had been caught mackin’ in the shuttlebay. Sighing heavily at the thought, Aid focused back in on Rodimus. Visor lit dim, admiring the curve of his face. Primus damn it. It was hard to think when Rodimus continued to grip at his hips, digits digging into the joints as First Aid had been teasing him. He was really, really asking for it.

Pulling his mask out from his subspace, First Aid held it almost awkwardly in one hand, the other resting palm down to the shuttlebay floor. If they were going to go down the hall, he’d have to least wear his face mask till he knew they were alone again. He just, well, wanted to be happy. Rodimus was practically serving him happiness on a silver platter.

“That sounds lovely. I’d rather that, if I’m being truthful.”

Aid made no movement to get up, being he was beneath the other still. Against better judgement, knowing that it was time to get up not continue to screw around where it would be easy to get caught, First Aid hesitantly leaned in and gave Rodimus a small peck to the cheek. As soon as he was done the mask went back up, clicking back into place at his visor and chin. Just like that he was closed off, almost like nothing had ever happened. Well, least nothing anyone would be able to prove. Not that kissing was a really big deal, just, it was best that nobody found out. It could cause a lot of issues, more for Rodimus than Aid. Considering Ambulon was dead and Ultra Magnus was very much alive.

Soon. It wouldn’t be long now until they were at his quarters with high-grade in hand. Way better than how he had planned to spend his evening, though by the looks of it his evening was just starting up. They had a lot to talk about, or not talk about, depending how the tides shifted between this moment and the moment drinks were poured.
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Rodimus finally moved his hands from First Aid's hips, though his touch lingered for a moment, digits ghosting over the other mech's armor before sitting back on his heels. If they were going to go anywhere, he had to clean up the tools he'd left all over the place and - well, that could wait a moment, he decided as First Aid kissed his cheek, which drew another smile from him. "God, you're cute."

This could really go any number of ways. Rodimus wouldn't deny an attraction to First Aid, as he'd already established there was one there. He also couldn't deny that there was a certain risk of getting involved with his CMO - there were a couple of fraternization codes that they'd probably be breaking. Not to mention that there was a lot of baggage for both of them; Rodimus wasn't entirely sure what relationship First Aid had with Ambulon, but it was pretty clear by how he talked of the other medic that First Aid had really cared about Ambulon. He would bet shanix on it being the same with First Aid and Ambulon as it was with him and Magnus.

Which could always end up making things worse later on, if they didn't sort things out. That was all something for later on; Rodimus was getting ahead of himself. It was easy to do, really. Now that they weren't constantly at war, there was a future to actually think about and maybe winding down would be good for him.

Then again, Rodimus didn't exactly wind down.

"Okay, lemme put this stuff away and we'll go," he told First Aid, standing and offering the medic a hand up. "Can't just leave the tools around. Perceptor will yell at me if he finds out I didn't put his tools away and let them get stolen."

It wouldn't take long to get the tools put away and then they'd head for his quarters. Admittedly, Rodimus was looking forward to whatever they wound up doing. First Aid was the first mech to really talk to him in a while, breaking past his usual barriers and masks to get to his spark and learn about the Rodimus that was kept away from public eye. It felt nice to be cared about.
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