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Pillow Talk [Nsfw]; Closed for Rodimus, see Fixer Upper for context
Topic Started: 26 Apr 2016, 07:01 AM (453 Views)
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Thankfully, with a little help from First Aid, picking up the tools and wiping them down went very fast. Instead of reaching for them one by one, First aid filled as many that could fit within his arms, passing them off to Rodimus to be wiped and put away. Aid was thankful he didn't need to talk right now, still feeling rather flustered. He could hide behind his mask, chewing on his lip as his processor ran wild trying to make sense of it all.

He needed to come clean about Ambulon. The guilt would eat at him. It's not like Ambulon was here, First Aid reasoned to himself, but there still was a lot of history between him and the other medic. It was almost like Chromedome and Rewind. Rewind was so previously invested in Dominus that it wasn't that he didn't love Chromedome, it was just extremely hard to let the past go. There was also that uncertainty that if Ambulon were to somehow return... First Aid just didn't want Rodimus feeling used or lead on.

They would need to talk about ground rules. Though with all the guilt piling up, one thought managed to slip through. He could always just enjoy tonight and work the details out come next time. It wasn't like they were running off to preform Conjunx rituals as soon as the last tool was put away.

Speaking of the last tool, First Aid watched those golden fingers put away the last tool and just like that it was time to get ready to leave. Oh how First Aid wanted to hold his hand. It would be a social suicide if he were to, sadly. Surly he could think of a loophole. The medic gave one last push of his EM field over the captain's before pulling it in fully. Nobody in the halls needed to know how he was feeling, which was a sense of absolute bliss. Choosing to give up on hand holding, it was time to depart.

The walk down the halls felt longer today than any other day. Longer and more crowded. First Aid assumed that it was due to them trying not to get caught or sniffed out, which the two left little clue that anything was up. Aid held up minor conversation about the supplies in the medbay, making it appear like Rodimus was leading him into a meeting. With further inspection to the crowd, given the time of night, a large percentage of them were drunk. None of them were paying them any mind. That took a lot of relief away.

Before Aid knew it they were at his quarters, Aid quickening his pace and slipping inside with Rodimus right behind him. He'd never had reason to see Rodimus's quarters before, it was a little exciting. You know, just adding to the already exciting feeling of sneaking off with the captain. Maybe if he weren't the ships CMO he wouldn't need to sneak. It was a shame but it also made things fun. Least for now the secrecy was new and fun. He was sure bad they continued this further after awhile it would lose its appeal. That was not the worry for now though.

Rocking on his pedes, First Aid looked to Rodimus for a little guiding. These were his quarters after all. First Aid assumed that Rodimus would make the comment of 'make yourself at home' but he'd still like to be told where they were going to sit before he made any decisions. Still, Rodimus's private quarters were nice. Really nice. He already felt a sense of comfort, one that First Aid no longer felt from the Medbay. Hopefully Rodimus would allow him to stay the night, he could use a break from his usual berth in the medbay.

It was time to drink, talk, and relax a little. If nothing else, it was First Aid's goal go do two of those three things.
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Rodimus was glad that First Aid helped him pick up the tools and get them put away. The sooner they got everything put away, the sooner they could leave. Once the tools were put again, Rodimus gave First Aid a quick smile and a kiss to the side of his facemask as thanks before leading the way out and to his quarters. He was thankful for how few seemed to be in the hallways as the two of them walked casually to the elevator and rode their way up to the deck where the high command had their quarters. Though First Aid had helpfully struck up a conversation about medical supplies, giving them a good cover for why they were walking together in the first place. It was a clever ruse and Rodimus played along.

And it worked perfectly. They reached his quarters without interruption and Rodimus keyed in the codes to unlock the door, letting First Aid enter before him. He glanced towards Magnus' quarters briefly, noting that there was no sign of the mech, either in the armor or outside it, before he closed the door, engaging the locks so there would be no surprise interruptions. He'd made that mistake once and had locked his door ever since, even though it was rare he brought anyone to his quarters.

Contrary to what seemed to be popular belief, Rodimus wasn't exactly making rounds through the crew. There were always rumors, most of them baseless, that the captain enjoyed a little companionship from the various crew members, up to an including Megatron - a ridiculous accusation, Megatron had once nearly killed him, so Rodimus was not looking to jump into a berth with him, even if he had turned himself around. Rodimus didn't really protest the rumors, just kind of laughed them off and let them fester on their own. Arguing over them only made them worse and then Magnus got involved, citing codes and telling Rodimus that the rumors were unbecoming of a captain.

To be honest, Rodimus didn't care about the rumors. But he did care if they had reached First Aid and he figured he trusted the medic enough to nip the other rumors in the bud, so the other mech didn't think he was just one more in a long line of crew members to be brought to Rodimus' quarters.

"Have a seat," Rodimus said, gesturing to a comfortable set of chairs with a table between them. "I'll grab the high-grade." He headed for a storage closet, where he kept a cooler with a few bottles of engex and a good selection of different energon treats. He brought two bottles over, along with a box of energon goodies - the kind that was less sweet, since First Aid had mentioned the sweeter flavors were havoc on his systems. "Do you like Earth music?"
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Secret relationships were nothing new to First Aid, though he wasn't too too certain that what was between him and Springer was considered a relationship. By no means did Springer set him up or use the medic, if anything it was more the other way around. First Aid thought it was what he wanted, the gaps in their time spent together quickly proved to him that sleeping with your celebrity crush meant nothing when you missed out on the less intimate activities. They were still friends, but at times it would get awkward. A shame, really.

Aid often wondered if it was what helped fuel his love for Ambulon. A crush where nothing had to be hidden or secret, the only problem was that now Ambulon was dead. First Aid knew he needed to move on, he just worked a little slowly. Nothing wrong with that, nothing that he could really help. It wasn't like he wanted to feel this way.

Rodimus would laugh had they gone to the medic's habsuite. It was barren, a true symbol of just how little Aid ever went inside. It made Rodimus's captain quarters all the more larger, more lively, more comfortable. It wasn't a stark white, it didn't reek of energon lines and cleaning supplies. This could grow to feel like a home, just like the medbay had been a home and Delphi prior to that.

First Aid sat down, slouching the second his aft hit the seat. It wasn't so far as an impolite slouch near to the flor, but one of comfort, because man did these chairs look as good as they felt. Far comfier than the berths he bounced between in the medbay.

Speaking of bouncing berths...

First Aid didn't gossip much, but he had many chances to pick up juicy details along the way. He didn't spend so long on the ship without hearing the bluffs of mech's that supposably interfaced with Rodimus, it was something First Aid never understood. Maybe it was because he hadn't been intimate in Primus knows how long, but the same accusations after another grew boring. It made him wonder if now that he was CMO if he could expect the same treatment. It would really hurt his feelings had that been the truth. The medic made mental note that if anything were to happen between him and Rpdimus more than what already has, it would stay completely water tight as far as he was concerned.

And then Rodimus had come back and Aid could feel his previously withdrawn EM field soar, spotting the sweets Rodimus had brought over. Not that he thought the captain wasn't listening, it was just one of those "actions speak louder than words" sorts of things. Smiling through his optics at the captain, First Aid was extremely touched over such a small gesture. It wasn't that Aid wouldn't eat sweeter energon goodies, those glowing pink treats were probably his favorite, he just had an intolerance to the flavoring in its own. While it never stopped hm, Aid was glad that Rodimus hadnt tempted him. Nothing was less romantic than spewing your tanks all over.

He needed to take another moment to admire Rodimus. Those blue eyes were so inviting, framed by that golden crest. Aid wanted to rub his fingers over the points, it would be something nice when and if they ended up snuggled. Eyes traced down his jawline to admire the gold plating on his chest, looping back up as he took in the contrasting shoulder pieces. Though it soon came to his attention that he had been staring, which was rude. It was time to pop off his mask again, gently setting it to the tables surface, his lips curled into a warm smile that matched his field.

Things were so nice right now.

"I go to Swerve's enough to pick up on a lot of Earth music. I usually ask Swerve for more recommendations, though more times than not I get stuck listening to the same albums over and over than start something new. Ratch laughed at me once because he caught me humming during inventory. Between you and me, he likes to sing too. Nothing earthy or modern, but I've picked up quite a few war songs and lullabies off him."

Hesitantly he reached for a treat, quickly popping it into his mouth. It has been too long since he indulged in these, far too long he was now convinced. Gosh, he melted a little bit. Would it be too much to reach over and hold one of Rodimus's hands? Aid decide he would wait, they just sat down, there was no rush even if the contact has been nice. Besides, soon he'd have some energex to hold, while he did have two hands he liked to keep one accessible.

"What about you? I can't get over how nice your quarters are. If I'm being truthful I don't even know where mine are. I, uh, usually just... Stay at the medbay. I know I'm supposed to go home, it just doesn't feel like a home to me. Maybe I haven't personalized the room enough, but yours... "

Yours could easily become a home.

He chose not to say it.

"Yours is just... Wow... It really just... It's comfortable. Really comfortable."
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Rodimus gave a smile when First Aid made himself comfortable in one of the chairs. He really hadn't spared the expense on them, picking them up on Hedonia because who could resist the soft metal frames and heavy cushioning that made sure no paint was accidentally scraped off when one sat down in them. They were fairly large, even for Cybertronian bodies - Megatron could probably comfortably sit in them, they were that large. They'd been absolutely worth the shanix he'd spent on them. He handed one of the bottles of engex over to First Aid and took a seat in the other chair.

He knew that First Aid was staring at him and he didn't mind at all. In fact, he loved it. He'd always been somewhat vain about his flashy gold and red paintjob, even when he'd been on the dirty streets of Nyon where his paintjob could just as easily get him the wrong kind of attention. Since the war ended, he'd had time to make sure he looked better than ever and the efforts weren't wasted when he noticed that he was being stared at by one of his crew members. The fact that First Aid was staring made him pretty happy, actually. He let his EM field reach out to brush against the medic's, just enough to tease at his own mood.

It felt good to just relax again. Talking to First Aid had gotten a lot of the tension Rodimus had been feeling lately out of him and let him unwind again, which just made it even easier to sit with the medic now, casually, with a hint of suggested intimacy. Keeping the conversation light would be best, as he didn't really want to rush into things - the less it seemed like this was a one-night stand, the better. Rodimus was already finding himself liking First Aid too much to use him like that.

"Earth music's catchy that way," he replied. He gave a laugh at the idea of Ratchet singing anything - though he'd certainly heard of the older mech's party days - but picturing First Aid humming as he worked made him smile because he could believe that. "It's pretty good. I don't remember a lot of our music, but some Earth music reminds me of the kind we used to have in Nyon, before everything got worse." Progressive rock was one of the genres he'd come to like for its familiarity, a similar style to that on the streets of Nyon when its citizens were calling for a chance to make their lives better. "Bluestreak's good to go to for music recs, too. He's got a lot of variety."

Rodimus gave a shrug when First Aid called his quarters comfortable. "I like comfort. It's better the cold, empty rooms." He shifted, pulling his chair closer to First Aid's, then leaned towards the medic, a sly grin on his lips. "Plus, I gotta have a nice room when I bring over a cute mech, right?"
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Furniture like this was never in any of the places First Aid typically frequented, and honestly, it was quite the luxury. It wasn’t that the berths and chairs in the medbay weren’t functional, they were by all means functional, what they weren’t was comfortable. At first those white sheeted berths lined with pillows were the comfiest things he had ever laid optics on. Delphi was pretty much a mess after all, especially towards the end. But that’s all it was; medical equipment. It wasn’t for personal comfort it was for utility. It only really put into perspective just how little Aid really went to his habsuite, having almost no furniture or knick knacks to furnish the place and make it a home. It made the medic really sit back, relax, and take it easy.

He was gonna take it easy, for sure.

Thankfully Rodimus hadn’t said anything as he stared, but it really was hard not to. First Aid always admired all the different mechs on board. Everyone was built to serve a purpose. While Rodimus had a flashier paint scheme and a slimmer frame and First Aid was far more blocky and easier to fade into a large crowd; it was differences that kept the crew stark and interesting. Everyone had their quirks, Aid liked to give the credit where it was due. Still, the way Rodimus’s paint had caught the light… It was definitely sinful. It really made First Aid almost wonder why he was here in the first place, knowing there were plenty of other eye-catching mechs on board. But Rodimus wasn’t looking for someone as eye catching as him, he was looking for someone that would listen to him. Who better than Aid?

Then there was that subtle push of their fields, Aid playfully pressing back to show his appreciation. Another reach forwards for another treat, quickly popping it between his lips. Already he felt the most relaxed he had been since he stepped on the ship, all minor little gestalt pains asides. Rodimus was opening up, and honestly, it’s all he could ask of the other right now. While all the hand holding was great, the inappropriate kissing even better, but the personal connection was something that the medic had truly needed.

“It’s really catchy, I mean, I definitely like the catchier stuff that Swerve plays over head at his bar. Even if I don’t always agree with the lyrics, it’s just a broad contrast to the music here from our planet. It sometimes makes me wonder how art and music and sports would have flourished had we not entered such a long war, you know? Though if I need more recommendations I’ll be sure to keep Bluestreak in mind. As for more Cybertronian stuff, Jazz has a voice like an angel. Absolute angel. Mirage on the other hand, euughh… Not really my type..”

It wasn’t that there was a problem with older music, it was just how painful older music had sounded. Ratchet’s hums and sung songs sounded so carefree. But older cybertronian music like Cyclonus would sing, it pierced right through First Aids audials and sent him into distress. He knew nobody was hurt, nobody was harmed, it was just music. It was just hard to make sure his body felt the same way.

First Aid held onto the bottle of Energex, swirling it with light flicks of his wrist. He really could finish the bottle faster than he’d like to show off, that’s the last thing he had wanted to do right now was give Rodimus the impression that First Aid was reckless when he drank. No. He was already reckless without the drinking involved, no need to add additional factors to that. Instead he too paced sips, nothing that would make his processor swim immediately. Not like the time he had gone out with Brainstorm for drinks and pre-gamed a little too much, ending up three glasses of high-grade in the hole before the other even showed up. Pacing his sips was good for now, perhaps if they had continued to meet up and make this more of a regular thing he’d be more open with letting the captain see him drink his worries away behind glass upon glass.

“My habsuite is still pretty cold and empty. I think I’ve been in there only a handful of times, in all honesty. Like I said, sorry for repeating, but this is far comfier. I… I like it a lot. It actually feels like someone could live here.”

The scooting of Rodimus’s chair was hardly subtle, but when was Rodimus subtle. And then he spoke, Primus, save him. There he was going again with the cute comments. Aid sputtered a moment, mid sip when the comment had been uttered. Cute was nothing unfamilar to Aid, it was just who he was, but this was a different kind of cute. This was a personal kind of cute, an intimate kind of cute, a kind of cute only Rodimus would ever see him as. That’s why it had held more meaning, earning more of a reaction. Swallowing hard on his mouthful of energex, a few drips flowed from his lips down his chin. Already he could feel his cheeks heating up under Rodimus’s sly gaze.

“Ah, please. You don’t need to show off for me, Rodimus. Though, please, don’t let up on that grin. Soon my cheek plates are going to match your paint job.”
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Rodimus was glad that First Aid was relaxing, after the conversation they'd had in the shuttle bay that told him the medic rarely did so. He hadn't even had to resort to the underhanded tactics he'd suggested he'd pull if the other medic didn't take the time to rest and relax. All it had taken was an invitation to his quarters for a drink and First Aid was beginning to unwind. He'd count it as a little victory.

Though if the two of them kept playing with their EM fields, the relaxation might very easily be interrupted. There was already the start of something, with the kissing and teasing touches in the shuttle bay. It was up to First Aid how far things went, when it all came down to it. Rodimus had liked the kissing and touching, but he'd liked talking just as much. It wasn't like when he talked to Rung, who analyzed and decoded his behavior; First Aid had listened and opened up to him in return, trusting Rodimus and earning his trust. The kissing was kind of a bonus, really, and Rodimus would like if that continued, but only if First Aid wanted the same.

"I don't even understand the lyrics sometimes," Rodimus said of the music Swerve played. "Probably a culture thing. Humans are so different from us sometimes. Some of their music is relatable, the rest is almost as alien as they are." Rodimus had never really thought about how their own culture might have changed if they'd never gone to war. Would it be as varied as the thousands of cultures on Earth? He wasn't as well versed in Earth culture as someone like Bluestreak was, but he knew enough to know how much of it there was. "You think we might be able to revive our old music and art now that the war's over? Our world's supposedly recovering, so shouldn't our culture? Not that I know much about it. Before Zeta's weapon, I never really left Nyon, so I didn't get much exposure."

After leaving Nyon, he hadn't had all that much time to learn the culture, either. He picked up things here and there, but with full-scale war on the horizon, it hadn't seemed important. He had a few poor quality recordings of surviving songs from Nyon that he still listened to from time to time and he'd occasionally sing them in memory of the citizens he hadn't been able to save. That was about it.

Rodimus took a slow drink from the bottle of engex in his hand. Thinking about Nyon these days was hard on him. There were so many of his people that should be helping restore Cybertron, but they weren't. He pushed the thoughts of the lost away for now. This wasn't the time.

"Well, I do live here," he told First Aid. "When I'm not on the bridge or messing around in the shuttle bay, I'm in here. It's easy to relax in here. As I've noticed you've found out." He smiled at First Aid, gesturing vaguely at the medic. Of course, when First Aid sputtered at his little comment, Rodimus' smile widened. He reached out and brushed his thumb over the other mech's chin to catch the drips. "Maybe I want to show off. And make you blush to match my paintjob. It's fun."
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"It's interesting, really, how something so foreign can be alien and somewhat relatable simultaneously. But I suppose it's because music is fluid. It either tells a story it holds raw emotion, some of which we just don't understand as a whole. It makes you think about how Earth is so different from Cybertron."

It was tempting to reach forwards and grab another candy but he resisted. Last thing he wanted was to over do it with sweets and stuff himself full. Purging was not his idea of a fun time, instead he brought the bottle back to his lips for another hefty sip.

"If we can all stop fighting we'd be headed towards a renaissance. Art, music, sports, it goes on. Imagine. Instead of famous leaders of war we get famous painters and musicians? Our medicine could vastly improve, it's a shame really, that war cuts off so much. But, you said it earlier, we all need to put our guns down."

Sure, First Aid did have a gun, but not I she's ever really used. A few times in self defense, once to shoot Pharma right in the face.

No more talking about guns. The Energex was starting to hit, giving him a warm feeling. He'd finished half the bottle, so it was at least an appropriate time for it to settle in. Rodimus had reached over and brushed his chin, Aid's response to peak his glossa out a little bit at the gesture. The comment of 'thanks mom' would be a total mood kill, despite how funny it seemed in his head. He'd keep that one to him. But before Rodimus could fully pull away his hand, Aid caught it and lowered them to rest on the table. No interlocked fingers, but a mitten hold.

They'd be wearing each others paint jobs if this kept up. All the pushing and pressing of EM fields, the gentle touches, all these heavy conversations were so unfitting for their underlying mood. Yet Aid couldn't get enough, drinking up any information Rodimus had to share. Though he was soon starting to feel like this was more of a formal meeting with the desk between them, it didn't hold that same closeness the shuttlebay had held with them seated side by side.

"M-might we relocate? I don't want to cut our conversation short, but perhaps we could make this more casual." It was his subtle way to express he wanted to be able to lean on the other, hold hands more freely. No worries of knocking his elbows or anything off the top of the table as well.

"Sometimes with long term injury patients I'll sit on their berth with them and play this game, it's nothing too silly but we just get to ask each other questions and we both have to answer. Usually for the questions I can't answer I offer energon goodies as rewards, but..."

Kissing could be an easy substitute. Not that he could ever say it out loud. Hopefully Rodimus would be picking up all these subtle hints Aid was putting down for the other. He was starting to wonder if he should even bother to try and finish the bottle of Ebergex, considering to abandon it when they hopefully move. It wasn't that it tasted bad, Primus no, First Aid just was a little nervous about letting him slip to far through. It wasn't often that the medic was so careful about his intake, Rodimus should feel special.
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Rodimus gave a nod. "Yeah. I guess we could say the same about a lot of planets, but Earth's one of the few that's really been that big to us." He stretched out a bit, leaning back in his chair as he mused about where their planet was headed. Who knew if they'd have any sort of cultural turnaround, when their world was still in such turmoil? Starscream wasn't going to be leading them to a renaissance, at any rate. He still wasn't sure how Starscream, of all mechs, had ended up in charge, but he wasn't going to think on it. This was supposed to be a relaxing conversation. "We've gotten a start, at least. Crosscut's working on that play and we've got a cure for cybercrosis now."

He was a little surprised, more amused, that First Aid caught his hand and he shifted his hand just slight so he could let his fingers tease at the medic's palm. Rodimus had always heard that medics had sensitive hands and there were all sorts of rumors about how that sensitivity could be exploited by a mech looking to have a little fun. While he wasn't looking to rush anything, he didn't have any qualms about testing the waters, so to speak. When First Aid suggested moving, then spoke of a game, he couldn't help a slight smirk.

"I'm sure we can figure out a reward," he replied. He moved to stand, giving First Aid's hand a light tug to get the other mech to follow him. He was definitely picking up the hints First Aid was giving and they could just as easily continue what they'd started in the shuttle bay while they learned more about each other. Rodimus set down his bottle of engex before gesturing towards a sectioned off room where his berth laid; it was the only place in his quarters where two mechs could sit together. "You ask the first question so I can pick up on this."
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There was no hiding the hitch in Aid's breathing as his palm was teased, his fingers doing a little jolt. Scrap. There was no way Rodimus didn't know how sensitive his hands were, but it could go two ways. Hands were a medic's greatest tool, and tools were meant to be used. Without a second thought, First Aid warmed his palm, letting the heat quickly radiate and warm the inside of Rodimus's Palm. Wasn't a good way to tease back, but it was still an indication, letting Rodimus know he hit the head on this one.

Couldn't Rodimus do the same with his hands? Aid vaguely recalled a note on his file, some detail about Rodimus having the ability to combust at will. If that were the case, well, that could cause for some interesting precautions. If not, well, at least aid had less of a worry of getting burned.

Just like that they were moving. Well. Starting to anyways. Final last sip, a hefty one at that, before Aid ditched the bottle along side Rodimus's. He bit his lip, debating about his face mask. He could subspace it, having it on him for comfort, or he could leave it on the desk. It couldn't go anywhere, right? Yeah. It would be fine to just leave it, he'd least know where it was. He didn't need it now. There would be no need for covering his face any time in the immediate future anyways.

All it took was one gentle tug to have First Aid up out of his seat and following Rodimus. Nervous, of course. There was a bit of a heaviness to following the Captain to his room. The one room on ship that most would never see. It was an honor, Aid would feel the honor after the fact. Living in the moment wasn't the same as looking back at the feeling.

"That's fine. I can definitely ask the first question. No problems. Here, let's get comfy and then we can start."

With an invitation, First Aid moved closer to the berth, waiting for Rodimus to get seated before bed follow suit.

"So how long have you had the rodpod for? You built it yourself right? It's really impressive, seriously, I'm not saying this for flattery."

The medic wore a warm smile despite the minor nervousness he felt, keeping the negativity out of his EM field. There was little need for such bad feelings, not when Rodimus rolled waves of comfort from his being.
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An outright wicked grin crossed Rodimus' lips when he heard the hitch and felt the jolt of First Aid's fingers. So the rumors were true, then, good to know. He'd always liked knowing how to tease another mech and he noted that First Aid's hands would be a little more subtle than, say, Bluestreak's doorwings. Considering how much they were already been sneaky about the budding attraction between them, it'd be good to keep things subtle.

Though nothing was going to be subtle if First Aid kept using the heat in his palm. Rodimus always loved heat, was drawn to it and let it run through his systems often by super-heating his own energon. The heat of First Aid's hand against his sent a jolt through his own body, his systems responding the touch by craving more warmth. He could let his systems heat himself, but if he wasn't careful, he'd overheat and combust and, besides, he'd rather have First Aid's hands both on him and -

- slow down, Rodimus, what happened to not rushing things?

Leading First Aid to his room, Rodimus noted that he probably should have attempted to clean a little. The desk in the corner was covered in metal shavings from his continuous carving, datapads were tossed here and there. A container of gold paint sat in another corner, lid only barely covering it. Spare parts, souvenirs from planets they'd stopped by, and a half-emptied bottle of Nightmare Fuel sat around the room, evidence of Rodimus' hobbies and habits. His room wasn't as clean as the main room of his quarters, but it looked lived in. He shrugged it off and sat on his berth, waiting for First Aid to join him before paying attention to the game the medic had brought up.

"Mm, a couple of years," Rodimus replied to the question. He smiled a little at First Aid's compliment on the shuttle; it wasn't often that anyone said anything nice about the Rod Pod. "I started working on it before launching the quest. Before Drift got the Lost Light for me, I was thinking of finishing the Rod Pod and going off with just Drift and a few others to find the Knights. Kind of glad there was that change in plans, though. I don't think we'd have done as many great things with just the Rod Pod and a few of us."

He paused after answering, letting his fingers slowly run absently over First Aid's hand. "I ask something now, right? Something like, what's your favorite hobby?"
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There was something charming about how little was cleaned in Rodimus's room. It held life. There was no doubt that someone lived in this room. Aid adored every sign of life, had things not been so heated he'd explore around, if allowed. Instead he followed Rodimus's lead, joining the Captain up on his berth. Waaaaay comfier than what he'd been sleeping on in the medbay. To this point, First Aid hadn't considered anything could beat the comfort of those chairs out in the other room.

It was really going to suck going back to the medbay berths after sleeping even one night in here.

First Aid listened to Rodimus talk about the rodpod. Aid never saw anything wrong with the shuttle. It was cute in its own way. But more importantly it was something Rodimus really cared about. Nodding here and there, it was a polite gesture to show he was listening, his eyes looking around the room still.

Everything was perfect. Every metal shaving from every unplanned carving. Every empty bottle or scattered datapad. It all held charm, which coming from Rodimus it wasn't all too surprising.

As much as First Aid wanted to say it was sweet of Drift to have gotten the ship for Rodimus, the words wouldn't leave his lips. Not after what he'd seen at Delphi. Dent never stood a chance. Any thoughts of Delphi or Drift quickly left his mind, letting his hand tilt into Rodimus's light touches. Primus. Aid let him trace over the back of his palm a few times before looping their fingers together, digits interlocked.

"My hobbies? As of late, admittedly I've been, uh, drinking. If that counts as a hobby. Otherwise I'd like to get back into digital scrapbooking. I used to pass the time in Delphi with taking pictures and making albums. It's not that cheery of a place, it's also where that hobby fell dormant."

Now it was Aid's turn for some teasing. Letting his palm grow cold, First Aid warmed just the tips of his fingers and let them dance over Rodimus's palm. He'd hold back on signing any words, not too sure if Rodimus even knew how to talk with his hands. It would be an interesting to test if Rodimus did know by signing some dirty words and phrases, but First Aid held back. He'd wait to use that as an ace up his sleeve.

"What about you? Tell me about your hobbies. I'm sure you do more than indulge in wine and the fine arts."

Aid gestures to the nightmare fuel and the desk carving. By no means was he insulting the others habits, if anything he was trying to make Rodimus comfortable, to show that he was noticing all the little details about his personal life. After all, Aid might become part of that personal life hidden from the rest of the ship.
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Rodimus wondered briefly if First Aid was judging the state of his room; the medibay was always so clean, so maybe the medics were sticklers for cleanliness, too. He didn't usually care about how clean his quarters were, either, but Magnus was always chastising him about the mess whenever he stopped by, so there was at least attempts made from time to time. The thought of being judged for his messy room wasn't pleasant, but after a moment, it appeared as though First Aid didn't mind, so Rodimus relaxed again.

Maybe he'd clean the next day or something anyways. Maybe. If he could be bothered.

In the mean time, he shifted, leaning against First Aid as their fingers tangled together. It had been a long time since he'd just sat with someone like this - not counting in the shuttle bay; they were just picking up from where they'd left off there. Rodimus wasn't the type to just sit down and talk to someone, preferring to drink and dance or race, always doing. Having a personal talk, sitting close with another mech was such a luxury to him that sent a warmth through his systems, one that wasn't from his super-heated energon.

"I think it counts as a hobby," Rodimus mused. He leaned and shifted so he could rest his head against First Aid's shoulder with a soft exvent. "Then again, it seems to be just about everyone's hobby with as much as everyone's hitting the bars lately. If you take up scrapbooking again, you should make an album of the quest. Rewind made a video before, but it never got finished."

He didn't bring up the fact that it had never been finished because the Rewind that had made the video was the one who'd been killed because of Overlord.

Rodimus bit his lip when First Aid's fingers warmed up and started moving over his palm. His hands weren't nearly as sensitive as a medic's hands, but the heat he was so receptive to rarely reached his hands, protected as they were from the jets mounted on his arms. A quiet whine still escaped him from the teasing and he buried his face against First Aid's shoulder. "Not fair, Aid."

He gave himself a moment to compose himself before answering the question. His free hand waved vaguely. "Just, y'know, usual hobbies. Racing, comet-surfing, tinkering with the Rod Pod. Some gymnastics in the practice room sometimes."
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Nothing made First Aid feel more secure than holding other mechs or being held himself. When Rodimus had taken upon himself to get cozy and lean on his frame, Aid could feel his spark pulse. This he could get used to. Being fawned over, feeling like he was helping, providing comfort. He could take his pick. Rodimus's soft exvent lead to his own, not even realizing he had been stalled. Watching Rodimus shimmy into place before settling, things were settling back into place from where they had left off. Even if neither of them said a word for the rest of the night, things would be perfect between them. The comfort of Rodimus's weight to his frame was more than enough.

Not fair? Oh. Aid was going to show him not fair. While he continued to hold Rodimus's hand, the arm that was closer to Rodimus moved to loop around his shoulders, dainty fingers finding its way to the tip of Rodimus's spoiler. At first he made his presence known, thumb giving a few strokes to the very edge before he changed the temperatures in both hands. The hand previously holding Rodimus's lowered back to its normal temperature, as only the tips of his fingers had been heated. Meanwhile he heated up his fingertips on the hand stroking the golden metal, branching out from rubbing small strokes at the pointed tip to following the whole curve.

Aid knew how to not play fair. It was just a matter of feigning innocence to his doings, which is exactly what he was doing. No way he'd wear such a sly expression, instead his face was in awe, as if he wasn't up to any mischief. If Rodimus were to whine again, Aid would continue to play dumb. It would be fun to play Rodimus like a fiddle, but Aid knew he could just as easily be exploited for sensitive spots.

Not to mention, well...

Rodimus would come to find out soon.

Still, it has been far, far too long since Aid's had the chance to be touched or to touch anyone in this manner. He was going to take it slow, lavish it, absorb every ounce of the love Rodimus had to give him. He deserved it. He told himself this, but maybe tonight he'd actually believe it.

"All of those I knew except that last one. I didn't know you were into gymnastics. I have to say, I'm more of a book mech than the sporty type. I'll have to watch you sometime. Have to say, always assumed you'd secretly like yoga or something."

Words were soft. Aid forgot about asking another question, too busy continuing to move his fingers up over the spoiler in his grasp. Hot, cold, hot, cold. Tracing all sorts of shapes over the surface of the metal as he showed off just how impressive his hands could be with light feather touches. What better place to tease, sans the obvious other answer.
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If Rodimus was going to be honest with himself, this was probably the first time that he'd been this relaxed and calm since the initial launch of the Lost Light. He'd always been concerned about something going wrong, tried to act casual when they inevitably did go wrong, and bottled everything up in the aftermath. There was a certain mask he wore when he talked to the crew, walls he'd put up when he argued with Megatron over their next move. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd been honestly at peace since starting the quest.

He'd let all his guards down when he'd started talking to First Aid - well, most of them. There were a few things he refused to talk about, but for the most part, everything he'd told the other mech so far had been another burden off his chest and let him relax more and more.

Though the relaxation was interrupted with First Aid's teasing. Rodimus sucked air into his vents as the other mech's fingers reached his spoiler and the temperature of the digits against his frame changed. He couldn't help arching slightly into First Aid's touch, giving a low groan as the other mech's heated fingers brushed over the metal. Primus, he hadn't expected First Aid to be this much of a tease - that should teach him to make judgments based on how cute the medic was. What was the saying? Don't judge by the cover or something like that.

Rodimus let his glossa run over his lip as he tried to recollect himself. "Y-yeah, no one expects it from me," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "But it helps keep me flexible. I'm too impatient for yoga. Drift tried to teach me and I got bored."

Another whine, louder than before, tore itself from his vox coder as First Aid continued his teasing. Oh, damn, he was putty in the medic's hands with the way Aid was tracing his fingers over his spoiler. Rodimus twisted, not about to let the other mech have all the fun, and caught First Aid's other hand in his. "You've got really talented hands, Aid," he commented, bringing the medic's hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to First Aid's palm, letting his lips linger for a moment before trailing them to the other mech's fingers. "I like that in a mech."
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Since Ambulon had died, things had been sharply going down hill. Even with the addition of being with a gestalt team, it was both a curse and a blessing. Being so far away from his fresh new family, it was really hard to even do daily activities sometimes. If Aid was being truthful, there were more nights since his return onto the ship that he had fallen into recharge with optic fluid on his face than he'd like to admit.

This, thankfully, wouldn't be one of those nights.

A wash of relief at the thought of not being alone one more night. No sounds of Pharma's chainsaw could loop endlessly through his recharge cycle. Not when he had Rodimus here distracting him, protecting him. Protecting him from his own self destructive behaviors even for just one night. To First Aid, well, it meant the world.

There was no time to recap mentally how he'd gotten here. Not with the sounds Rodimus was emitting. A harsh breath, low groan, arching into the palm of Aid's hand. For once he felt, well, wanted. Useful wasn't the correct word. Rodimus wasn't using him. Rodimus wanted him. Maybe, perchance, Rodimus needed him. Needed him just as Aid needed Rodimus.

Optics watched and followed Rodimus's lips with close attention to his glossa. Every swipe with every touch of his fingers to Rodimus's spoiler. He was always extremely observant, looking for little clues within body language. Oh was Rodimus giving out body language. Well, until the tables turned. That last loud whine really stroked the medic's ego, leaving him off guard for Rodimus to take his hand without thought.

The moment lips met First Aid's fingers his hand that had previously touching on Rodimus's spoiler jolted. There would be no way Rodimus couldn't notice the reaction, it was as if he had burned his hand the moment was so swift. Every kiss, every complement, it turned First Aid's cheeks one shade darker and closer to Rodimus's paint job. Soon enough, his cheeks would be as dark of a red as his own paint.

His mouth twitched and twisted, similar to the rest of him. Exventing a hot puff of air against Rodimus's frame, Aid shifted and squirmed in his seat on the berth. Swallowing back every whimper and whine, he tried to not completely embarrass himself in front of the captain.

It wouldn't be long before he'd be a mess anyways.

"R-Rodimus, if you w-wanna keep our con..." He needed to swallow thickly, hitch in his breathing as he got more attention to his hand. "Con-conversation you, you gotta s-stop..."

Already he was stuttering. So long he waited for this kind of touch. Never did he ever expect it to be Rodimus giving him the most gentle of touches. Aid's newly free hand soon found new purpose, reaching around Rodimus's back to rest on his waist. It gave more excuse for Aid to lean closer, only to give a little wiggle to the fingers on his opposing hand.

"L-look at me... I want to look at your optics..."
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