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Silverbolt worried about Slingshot sometimes. They weren't exactly friends, per say, they only really hung out when they had movie nights together- which were admittedly becoming more and more frequent. And sure, Slingshot was an asshole. He was stuck up, egotistical and lied constantly. But in the few times Silverbolt had gotten him to begin to open up, it seemed like all the things about him he had grown used to where just a facade.
So he was worried. Slingshot was clearly hiding his true feelings, and as the team leader, it was Silverbolts duty to help him with whatever problems he had. Or so he thought.
The problem Fireflight was sort of trying and totally failing to explain to him wasn't something Silverbolt was entirely sure he could help with. He managed to catch something about him being lonely- which was partially his fault. Silverbolt knew that not talking to him all week was wrong- but he was growing more and more attached to his smallest gestalt member and he was sure that if they sat down together for more than five minutes he'd start talking about the project Optimus had him on- the top secret one. He couldn't risk that.
But if he was upsetting Slingshot, he might have to. Unfortunately that seemed to not be nearly the full extent of whatever Slingshot needed him for, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to figure out what the rest might have been. After all, the first time Fireflight had mentioned spikes had sent his mind spinning so much he nearly fell over.
Slingshot again gripped the base of his spike- he had lost track of how many times he had gotten close, but he still couldn't let himself overload. He knew the strange object on his cabinets belonged to one of his gestalt, which meant they would come and get it, and by primus he just needed one of them to look at him.
Primus he was pathetic. He felt like cybertrons biggest frag up. None of them had talked to him all week, not even Silverbolt, every attempt at conversation was dismissed, and by primus if they where yelling at him at least they had to acknowledge he was there.
So it mostly wasn't a sex thing. Yeah, he had to admit that the idea of being walked in on made his spike jump just a little, but the truth of his loneliness was far more pathetic than that. He just needed for someone else to know he was real. If anyone came in, he was hoping for Silverbolt, the mech was easily the most-
The opening of his door snapped slingshot out of his thoughts. Fireflight walked in.
His eyes only briefly grazed over slingshot, spike still in hand as he struggled to process that his "plan" had actually worked, before landing on top of his cabinet.
"ah HA! I knew it was around here somewhere. Say Slingshot- have you been alright, I really haven't seen much of you around, it seems like every time I do its only for a feeeeewww seconds before I gotta bounce, and you've been waayyy less braggadocios- do you like that word its a human word I heard it on the tv- so its actually lucky that you where the one with my human shoe polisher because I can see you again. Wait how did I start that sentence?"
Slingshot felt his entire frame burn with embarrassment but his spike wouldn't depressurize enough to retract. "Uhm, yeah… I guess I've been…" He trailed off unsure how to finish his sentence.
"so do you want to watch a movie tonight? I found a documentary about human shoe care and its really interesting and I modified it to play at two times speed, real fun stuff, wait why do you have your spike out?"
He didn't know how to answer. At least Fireflight was talking to him now. Maybe… maybe he wasn't totally doomed. "I uh… well I guess I was busy, uh but now its not really… working" Fireflight looked concerned.
"okkkk…. Maybe I should get Silverbolt. Hes way better at helping people, and he likes you." He paused.
"…I'm sorry we've not been talking to you much, Slingshot. I know you had that argument with Skydive but I thought it got resolved and I guess its been hard to know whats going on with you lately. So… I'll see you later. I mean, if you want." He turned abruptly and left, and Slingshot was alone again.
It took a while, but Silverbolt seemed to get the gist of Fireflight's story. It was… concerning, to say the least, if he had been so desperate for attention that he had left his door unlocked while he was self servicing. Slingshot wasn't an idiot, he couldn't expect anything good to come out of that. Silverbolt was a big enough mech to admit that he did not want to deal with this, the way he imagined first getting to see Slingshots array was a lot more pleasant, but still, Fireflight had said he would come and he couldn't abandon his friend like that.
He took his time brushing nonexistent dust off his frame before approaching his friends door. He knocked once, and made sure to cover most of the entrance with his own frame as it opened, so no one could see in. He tried not to look at the berth before him as he closed the door.
Slingshot was still holding his spike. It was still fully pressurized, but he had laid back onto the berth, and was his grip was lose around it. "Uh…sl-slingshot? Is everything alright?" He could feel his spark whirring in his chest, and tried not to let it get the best of him.
Slingshot let out a long sigh before responding. "I uh… Dunno. Guess i felt kinda lonely. Spike won't depressurize now. Sorry" He looked… horrible. Sounded even worse.
"Slingshot… If you're upset, please come to me. You don't have to… look for attention like this. I know I shouldn't have ignored you, but Optimus has me on a secret project and I thought that if I talked with you it wouldn't be long before I ended up spilling the whole thing. I know that's not an excuse, and I really am sorry. You should know that you can always talk to me." Slingshot finally looked up at him. He flushed, seeing his own spike, and pulled a pillow in front of himself as he sat up.
He let out a long yawn, and then a short laugh. "You talk like a shrink Bolty. Really, I'm the one who should be apologizing. Dunno what I was thinking… guess just that getting yelled at would at least get me acknowledged. Of course the real you is way to nice to ever yell at me. Slag… I'm a real dick, huh?" the human curse felt heavy, though they had admittedly become quite common among their gestalt.
"…Maybe just a little. But you know Fireflight could probably tell what you were doing, right? Its easy enough to feel your, ah, arousal over our bond when you where already all… sad like this."
"oh." He seemed to mull that over for a second, before looking down at his own lap. "I should probably still apologize, but uh, I am getting a little worried about my spike here… none of my requests to depressurize have worked and honestly it should have gone away on its own by now…" He cringed at his own predicament, surely the last thing Silverbolt would want to hear about.
Silverbolt beeped. It wasn't common to hear straight binary out of a mechs vocalizer like that, and he cleared his throat before responding. "uh yeah… apologize and uh," he could feel his spark hammering in its casing. "maybe you need a little help with that"
That was, very certainly, not the right response. The right response would have been to tell him to reset the coding, run a system diagnosis and if he still couldn't manage in call the medbay. But the arousal he had been denying himself was reaching a breaking point and he really wanted to get his hands on the poorly concealed spike he knew was just barely blocked from his view.
Slingshots optics went wide. "You, uh, think you could help?" Silverbolt nodded. His day was suddenly rapidly improving.
He approached the berth slowly, almost scared Slingshot would change his mind, but before he knew it he was hovering over the smaller mech and slowly moving the pillow away. Slingshots spike bobbed as the pillow gently brushed it, and his vents ticked up a notch. Silverbolt looked at him, making optic contact, giving Slingshot one last moment to back out. Time seemed to slow as he reached out his hand.
Slingshot gasped when he finally made contact, hand coming to rest gently around the base of his spike. His visor grew bright as Silverbolt gazed into it, and he gently bit his lip, when Silverbolt started moving. He leaned in closer, sighing, and he couldn't believe he hadn't done this sooner. Every stroke of his hand drew new reactions from slingshot, little sighs and gasps from his vocalizer and twitching movements from his hips. By primus, nothing compared to the sound Slingshot made when he rolled his thumb over the tip of his spike.
Slingshots head had begun to roll back, but Silverbolt gently took it in his hand and pulled it towards his own. He took a few more seconds to appreciate the orange of Slingshots visor before offlining his optics and leaning in. His lips found Slingshots in a slow and sensual kiss, one Slingshot didn't hesitate to reciprocate. It wasn't long before he was taking his lower lip between his teeth and gently biting it, the ensuing gasp giving his tongue room to move into Slingshots mouth. :Bolt: . He pleaded over their bond rather than verbally, and it didn't take much for Silverbolt to know what he wanted.
He sped up the strokes on Slingshots spike, trying to put all the focus his blissed out processor could muster into each one, as well as each movement of his lips. The previously slow build up of charge seemed to quicken, Slingshots movements becoming more desperate as he approached his edge. It wasn't until he was moaning out in overload that Silverbolt noticed the gentle tears on his face. He kissed them away, stroking Slingshot as best he could through his overload.
Slingshot collapsed into him with a sob. Startled, Silverbolt pulled him close, doing his best to comfort his friend, unsure where to begin. "thanks, bolty." he whispered.
"yeah, anytime. I mean- I'm always here for you, if you're feeling sad… or just need an extra hand…" He trailed off, but eventually realized that 'an extra hand' wasn't really what this had been or what he wanted to be. "uh- What I mean to say is that I care about you a lot Slingshot. I want to- or I guess I liked- touching you. You did so well. If you wanted, we could maybe spend some more time together."
Slingshot seemed to calm down, slowly coming back to himself. "Yeah. ok." he grinned to himself, "its good your the one doing all the talkin' bolt. You're a lot better at it than I am. And… sorry, for not knowing how to ask for help. Thanks for what you, uh did anyway, I guess." He barely muttered the last part out loud, but Silverbolt heard him, smiled, and leaned in to kiss him again.
Thank god.
Epilogue
Fireflight bounced over to knock on Slingshot's door. He wasn't sure how things had gone with Silverbolt, but he was pretty sure both of them where in there, and it was time for movie night!! He was very excited.
Opening the door, he saw the two of them intertwined together as they dozed peacefully. The sheets were quite messy, and he noticed a rag covered in a strange pink- oOOOHHHhhhh. Ah. Huh.
So that had happened.
"They fragged??" He stage whispered dramatically. Skydive had tried to teach him to whisper properly, but he had yet to encounter a situation where he didn't actually want his gestalt to hear him. Either way, they sensed his shock, because Sky Dive and Air Raid came shuffling up behind him. Dives jaw dropped and Raid gasped so loudly he honestly thought it might wake them up. Slingshot did stir a little, but wasn't quite woken up.
He wasn't sure how long the three of them stood there, but eventually Silverbolt did wake up, gazing at them sleepily. "Uh… hey guys, what are you doing there?"
It was Air Raid who managed to answer. "Well we were just, uh, did you two, you know," He gestured at them and at the dirty rag. Silverbolts face went pink. He cleared his throat, but was distracted by Slingshot waking next to him. Or more accurately on top of him.
Slingshots face very quickly heated up too when he spotted them. Really, he had felt their arousal earlier, and couldn't imagine Raid and Dive hadn't, so this shouldn't have been as shocking as it was. But seeing your two great friends, who you sometimes felt like you where really only just starting to know, cuddled in berth together clearly post some sort of interface- it was shocking! Fireflight blinked several times before remembering.
"You guys are both invited to movie night! Well start uhhhh, how about whenever you're ready." He smiled, gave them a thumbs up, and turned away.