TF: Fantasy

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13, I couldn’t do the smut, sorry.
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker/Bluestreak
Summary: Bluestreak has a few fantasies he’s never told anyone about.  He’s unaware that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker want to make his fantasies come true.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting  December Advent Calendar – December 17th.  I am amused that the spellchecker at work (where I don’t have Transformer names as part of the dictionary) wants to change Sunstreaker to Sunstroke. *snickers*
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: Scenario – passing a test
Time: 40 minutes (but it felt like so much longer!)
 

 

Bluestreak watched the Twins fighting in the training room.  He couldn’t help but marvel at their sleek lines, the way they danced around one another with a grace he just didn’t seem to possess.  Sunstreaker snarled something at Sideswipe and got a grin in return, moments before Sideswipe launched himself at Sunstreaker, pinning him to the ground and thoroughly kissing him.  Bluestreak squeaked and made a run for the door.

“Well frag, I thought he’d stay longer than that…” Sunstreaker remarked as they broke off the kiss, realising that Bluestreak was no longer with them.
“Me too.” Sideswipe sounded disappointed.  “You don’t think we misjudged, do you?”
“I don’t think so.  I’ve seen the way he looks at you when he doesn’t think anyone’s looking.  He’s like a sparkling with his first crush.”
“I want it to be more than just a crush.” Sideswipe murmured.
“I know…” Sunstreaker stroked the back of Sideswipe’s helm, just as he’d done when they were younger.  “It’ll be all right, I promise you.”
“I just want him to take me… us, as we come.”
“And he will.  Just… give him time?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bluestreak headed straight for his room, systems reeling in shock.  He couldn’t believe what he’d seen.  They’d kissed!  Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, his happy little fantasies had actually kissed in front of him.  And seemed to be enjoying themselves.  He’d never mentioned his fantasies to anyone, so for them to do that… must mean that they were together.  There was no stigma about spark twins interfacing (in fact, it was almost stigma for them not to be!), like there was stigma around inter-family relationships on Earth.

He sprawled on his berth, trying to get the image out of his mind.  He’d fallen for Sideswipe the first time he’d met him.  The charm had oozed off the red Twin, and Bluestreak had found himself captivated.  Not that Sideswipe seemed to notice of course.  And then when he’d met Sunstreaker, frame type so similar to Sideswipe, and that cocky confidence he exuded, Bluestreak was smitten.  He wanted them more than he’d wanted any mech in his life.  But he just didn’t know how to approach them.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Hey, Blue…” Sideswipe slung his arm around Bluestreak, mindful of his doorwings.  “Wanna join me and Sunny in the training room for a little sparring?”
“Sparring?” Bluestreak reset his vocaliser to stop the annoying squeak his voice had been on that word.  “I mean, I don’t think you want me there, crowding the room and watching you and I just think that you’d be better off without me there.”
“You’re wrong.” While Bluestreak had been talking, Sunstreaker had moved up to his other side.
“Yeah, we want you there.”
“Well if you insist!” There was that squeak again, as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe lead him in the direction of the training room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bluestreak clung to the wall, optics focussed on Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, watching the way they grappled, arms around one another as they wrestled each other to the floor, time and time again.  Each time one of them hit the mat, they’d stop, help the other up and then the wrestling would start all over again.  Bluestreak couldn’t take his optics off them.  Yellow hands against bright red painting.  Black hands gripping golden arm guards.  So much more colorful than he was that Bluestreak was almost envious.  If he wasn’t aroused at any rate.  He just hoped the sound of his cooling fans switching on wouldn’t be heard over the noise the Twins were making.

Sideswipe twitched underneath Sunstreaker; the golden mech had him pinned to the floor, holding him by his wrists and straddling his waist. 
‘I think it’s working.’ He commed Sunstreaker, not wanting to say anything in case he scared Bluestreak away.  Sunstreaker glanced at Bluestreak out of the corner of his optics.
‘Looks like you’re right.’ Bluestreak’s hands had tightened into fists, and he seemed to be visibly trying to restrain himself from doing something.
“Why don’t you come over and help me, Bluestreak?” Sunstreaker all but purred, leaning down to nip at the corner of Sideswipe’s mouth.  Bluestreak squeaked and froze.
“Help?”
“Yeah, help…” Sideswipe tilted his head to capture Sunstreaker’s mouth, stopping anything the mech was going to say.  Bluestreak squeaked again.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe waited, carefully and gently teasing one another (and indirectly, Bluestreak), while they waited for Bluestreak to make up his mind.  Unaware that he was being tested, Bluestreak stared at the scene before him, unable to believe that he was being asked to join.  That he would actually be part of his fantasy.
“I…” He trailed off, stepping forward, only to be rewarded with a brilliant smile from Sunstreaker, who reached out a hand to the Datsun.
“Join us?”