TF: Music Feels Better With You

[wildernesstales]

Rating: R
Series: G1
Summary: After the Dancetron, Tracks has problems around music.  Not so great for his friendship with Blaster, but will they be able to work things out?
Warnings: Smut?
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_rare_pairing  weekly challenge – Blaster/Tracks (G1) – Musical beauty.
Again, I don’t quite count this as a rare pairing, because I’ve written it before.  So whether I write more rare pairings than I realised or not, I’m not exactly sure anymore…
And dammit, this took far longer than the week to write.  Darned thing just seemed to go on and on.  And I’m pretty sure this was inspired in some way by raisedbymoogles’ story White Noise which I read when I was first getting into the fandom several years ago.  What can I say, I like the idea!
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.  

 

“Ya know what I like most about ya?”
“What, Blaster?” Tracks’ voice was almost bored, if boredom could show through his cultured accent.  Blaster thought he had sarcasm down pretty well, for a cultured mech.
“Yer cool ta hang with.”
“Well thank you for that observation.” There was the sarcasm.  There was something about Tracks’ voice that thrilled Blaster to his very circuits.  Each word the mech said sent sparks flying through his systems.  He knew he was more in tune with sounds and wavelengths than most other Cybertronians, except perhaps Soundwave.  No matter how often he tried to pull away from Tracks, he found himself being drawn back, like a moth to a flame.

Except that Tracks couldn’t hurt him like a flame would a moth.  Well, unless he found out how Blaster felt about him…  Blaster wasn’t sure how Tracks would react, which was why he’d kept quiet for so long.

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

Tracks always watched Blaster move, even if he didn’t appear to be watching.  Every move the mech made was entrancing.  Though Blaster was taller than he was, he moved with far more grace and rhythm than Tracks ever thought he would be able to.  That was what initially attracted him to Blaster.  Not that he’d ever let Blaster know.  He just wasn’t sure the communications expert would be interested in him.  And he didn’t want the rejection.  Or to lose the friendship he’d built up with Blaster.

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

He hadn’t seen Tracks strapped to the speakers, but the way the mech talked about the experience, it was certainly something he said he didn’t want to repeat.  Which Blaster thought was a shame; music wasn’t always dangerous.  There was a beauty in music he wanted to teach Tracks about.
“C’mon Tracks, it won’t be that bad.”
“I said no, Blaster.” Tracks was adamant that he didn’t want to get too close to any sort of speaker again.  And unfortunately, that also included Blaster.  The mech wasn’t allowed to play any sort of music while Tracks was carrying him.  Which was something Blaster was finding it hard to cope with.
“Tracks my mech, ya really need to learn to lighten up.  Go with the flow an’ all.”
“Blaster, I said no.”  Their patrol had barely started before Blaster had asked to be allowed to play some tunes.  Tracks was grateful that he’d asked.  Since the Dancetron, he’d been more than a little edgy around music that was too loud.  Not that he’d told anyone of course, but Blaster was very good at reading between the lines and hearing the things he hadn’t said.  Presumably that was one of the things that made him a good communications officer.
“Fine, but ya don’t know what you’re missing.” Blaster sighed.
“I’m sure you’ll keep telling me.” Tracks replied dryly, accelerating away to begin their patrol.
“Of course I will.” Blaster brightened up a little.  “Got ta make sure ya know how good music can make ya feel.”

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

They continued that way for some time, dancing around the issue of music.  Tracks found reasons to not be in the rec room during any party that Blaster or Jazz might hold.  The further he was away from music, the better.  At least in his view.  Blaster was determined to change that view.  But the only way he could think of to do that was to actually tell Tracks how he felt.

“What are you doing here?” Tracks was surprised to see Blaster standing there as he opened his door.
“Thought that if ya weren’t gonna come to the party, then the party would come to you.”
“Please Blaster, I’m really not in the mood.”
“Just lemme in for a bit, okay mech?” Blaster pleaded, hoping that Tracks would relent.  More than a little shocked at seeing Blaster begging, Tracks stepped back, allowing the other mech access.
“For a moment.”  He agreed.  Blaster grinned at him and stepped inside, letting the door slide shut behind him.
“Only take a moment.” He steeled himself, suddenly nervous.  “Need ta tell ya something.”
“Oh?”
“Ya know I said you were cool ta hang with?”
“Yes…?”
“Well, I like hanging wit’ ya.  Really like.”
“Blaster, what are you trying to tell me?”
“I like ya mech.  Really like ya.”  The way Blaster tilted his head told Tracks everything he needed to know.
“Blaster, I…” Tracks trailed off, not exactly sure what to say.  He hadn’t expected the mech to feel the same way.
“Ya don’t have to say anything.  I just… guess I just needed ta tell ya.” Blaster shrugged, obviously thinking that Tracks didn’t return his feelings.
“But I do.” Tracks looked up at Blaster, suddenly feeling every inch of their small size difference.  “I do need to say something.  I…” He hesitated, something very unlike him normally.  But this situation was anything but normal.  “I feel the same way.” There, he’d said it.
“Ya do?” Blaster’s tone was soft.  Tracks just nodded.
“Man, an’ here was I thinkin’ that ya didn’t.” Blaster gave Tracks a small smile.  “Thought I was going to make a fool of myself.”
“Well you didn’t.” Tracks shook his head.  “What happens now?” The situation was so unusual, that he really wasn’t sure what to do next.
“I don’t know.  Man, I didn’t even think you liked me that way, so I hadn’t exactly planned to be jumping yer bolts or anything.”
“We can just take things slowly?”
“Sounds like a plan ta me.”

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

It took several Earth months before Tracks felt he was ready for any sort of intimacy.  Even though he knew it wasn’t intentional (and Blaster would be horrified to find it out), music still worried him.  He’d begun to allow Blaster to play his music when they were on patrols together, but at a low volume.  Anything too loud still made his circuits ache in memory.  They’d shared little more than kisses and a few gentle touches.  Tracks knew that Blaster wanted to take things further, but was waiting for Tracks to say he was ready.  Tracks had explained a little more about how uncomfortable he was with music, so Blaster was more understanding; realising that there was a difference between being able to enjoy music and having the rhythm shake you apart.  Even if he still did prefer playing his music loud.
“Fancy comin’ over to mine after we’re done?” Blaster asked, pausing the music so Tracks could hear him clearly.
“Provided we don’t run into any Decepticons, I’d love to.” Tracks answered revving his engine briefly, causing Blaster to laugh.
“Sweet.” He turned the music back up, monitoring the airwaves as Tracks continued driving through the deserted streets.

The rest of the patrol was uneventful, for which Tracks was grateful.  They made their way back to the base, giving their report before Blaster tugged on Tracks’ arm, leading him down the corridor.
“We should get some energon first.” Tracks pointed out.  It was all right for Blaster, he hadn’t expended quite as much energy as Tracks had.
“I got cubes in my room.” Blaster grinned.  Tracks shook his head, smiling inwardly.  It was nice that Blaster thought of little things like that, even if he was aware that Blaster was probably planning something.
“All right.” He let Blaster lead the way to his quarters, waiting while he keyed in the door code.
“Make yerself at home.” He nodded, heading across the room to grab the cubes he’d promised Tracks.  Meanwhile, Tracks settled himself on the oversized couch Blaster had acquired from… somewhere.  No one was exactly sure how he’d come about it, and Blaster certainly wasn’t giving any clues.
“Ya look tense.” Blaster observed, leaning over Tracks from behind the couch to pass him a cube.  “Relax, I ain’t gonna jump yer bolts unless you say you want me to.” Tracks laughed a little nervously and glanced up at Blaster.
“I know you’re not.” He patted the seat next to him.  Blaster jumped over the back of the couch, settling himself down next to Tracks without even spilling the cube of energon he was holding.
“Smooth.” Tracks commented, taking a long sip of his energon and relaxing back on the couch as the energon flowed through his systems.
“Mech, I’m always smooth.” Blaster grinned, nudging Tracks.  He started playing some soft music, keeping the volume low so Tracks wouldn’t get anxious.  Tracks offlined his optics, comfortable in Blaster’s presence.  Blaster just hummed and shifted a little closer, carefully wrapping one arm around Tracks.
“All right?” Blaster prompted, checking that what he was doing was all right with Tracks.  All he got was a soft murmur of assent.  Grinning to himself, he turned the bass up on the music, letting the vibrations travel through his own chassis to Tracks’.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” Tracks muttered, though he didn’t sound angry.
“An’ what am I doing Tracks?” Blaster lowered his voice, leaning closer to Tracks and whispering in his audio.
“I can feel the music you’re playing.”
“And?  It’s not hurting ya, is it?” Despite the lightness of Blaster’s tone, he would have stopped immediately if Tracks said it was hurting.
“No, it’s not.” There was almost wonder in Tracks’ tone, as if he’d only just realised that it wasn’t hurting him.
“Good.  Just relax an’ enjoy it.”  Tracks didn’t say anything, but his frame did relax slightly.  Blaster smiled to himself, upping the bass again.  Tracks’ only response was to moan softly; the music Blaster was playing resonated with a mech’s circuitry.  Blaster had found that out quite by accident, but it had been a purely pleasurable accident!  And now he was determined to show Tracks just how good music could make him feel.

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

He kept the vibrations low and mild, just enough to set Tracks’ circuits burning with a slow flame.  He didn’t want to rush the Corvette, but he wanted to do something more than they already had.  And he still wanted to prove to Tracks how good music could be.

It didn’t take long for Tracks to start responding to Blaster’s advances.  A soft moan betrayed his growing arousal, the bass thumping through his systems just as surely as energon did.
“Ya okay?”
“Mmmm…” Tracks shifted, pressing himself closer to Blaster, anything to get more of that delicious sensation.
“Enjoying yerself then?” Blaster grinned, kissing the side of Tracks’ helm as the other mech snuggled closer.  With a gentle tug, he pulled Tracks closer, allowing the mech to lie across his lap.  This gave him much better access to Tracks’ chassis, both with his hands and with the music.  Increasing the tempo of the music slightly, he let his hands roam over Tracks’ frame, enjoying the feel of the warm plating beneath his fingertips.  Tracks curled against Blaster, seemingly craving the contact, and Blaster certainly wasn’t complaining.
“Feels good.” Tracks murmured, stretching up to kiss Blaster.
“Good.” Blaster managed before he lost himself in the kiss.  Tracks could feel his EM field pulsing in time to the beat, pulsing in time to Blaster’s field.  He barely had chance to say anything before Blaster increased the volume and flared his own field.  Tracks writhed, clutching onto Blaster, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
“Oh that’s good, real good.” Blaster groaned as he felt Tracks’ field pulse in response.
“Blaster…” Tracks’ tone was midway between breathless and a whine, pleading for more.  And Blaster certainly wasn’t going to refuse him.  Stretching out his field further, he allowed it to entwine with Tracks’, the other mech eagerly accepting the melding.

It didn’t take long; both of them already aroused.  Tracks’ energy flared first, his optics whiting out as he gasped his way into his overload, clutching at Blaster as though the mech was the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Beautiful…” Blaster breathed before the energy wave shorted his own systems out.  He threw back his head, crying out in pleasure as his overload washed over him.

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

When Tracks recovered enough to realise he was lying in Blaster’s lap, systems lax after his overload, he was immediately embarrassed.  He would have shifted out of Blaster’s lap had the other mech not held him tightly.
“Ain’t running away after a processor-blowing overload like that are ya?” Blaster asked teasingly, but Tracks through he could hear an undercurrent of hurt in the mech’s tone.
“I…” Tracks wasn’t exactly sure what to say.  He’d never overloaded that quickly before.
“Tol’ ya I’d show ya how good music can make ya feel.” Blaster murmured, stroking his thumb down Tracks’ cheek, seemingly relieved now the other mech hadn’t made another attempt to move.
“You did.” Tracks replied softly.  And thinking back on it, Tracks could admit that he’d felt nothing but pleasure from the music.  Nothing like what he’d felt at the Dancetron.
“An’ I can make ya feel like that whenever ya want me to.” Blaster promised, brushing his thumb across Tracks’ lower lip.  “Ya looked beautiful overloading like that.” He thought he could see a slight blush darkening Tracks’ cheeks and laughed.
“Ya did mech.  More beautiful than ya do any way at any rate.”
“Blaster…” Tracks tried to rebuff Blaster’s compliment, but he found he couldn’t.  Instead, he reached up to grasp Blaster’s hand, pressing a kiss against the palm before entwining his fingers with Blaster’s.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Tracks, my pleasure."
 

 

Comments

[gogglehead84.livejournal.com]

A Blaster/Tracks fic! <3 Love them together. Great fics as always :).

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

They are so suited to one another I think!

Glad you liked.

[bruised-skin.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, you really have Blaster's voice down perfect. I loved every moment of this fic. Especially the reference to the trauma Tracks experienced in Dancetron. I love it when people work in actual canon events into the story that they're writing. It just gives that little more bit of understanding. (especially if you've watched the episode in question) That means that they can make events that seemed almost harmless in the show actually seem traumatizing instead of just silly (like I find most of G1 :D) Good fic and nice job! (I've realized that I really like this pairing now. It just works for me. Thanks again.

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I do enjoy working canon events into the stories I write, or writing additional scenes etc for them.

And Blaster/Tracks is an awesome pairing.

[artemis10002000]

Awwww, that's so sweet! Love this fic!

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[kurichi-chan.livejournal.com]

Aw this was sweet ^^ I liked it.

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Thanks!