Kicker\'s Dilemma

Optimus moaned lightly as the wires in his neck were gently manipulated.

"Please..." He moaned softly, as he tried to reach for his partner.

However, his partner only laughed lightly and moved out of his reach.

"Ah, ah, ah. This is about YOU, Optimus. Just lay back and relax."

Optimus gasped and grabbed at the wall as he tried to keep his hips from bucking, while his partner toyed with the wires in his pelvic area.

"Aaah, YES!" Optimus moaned when his partner moved up to his spark casing and began to massauge the wires around it.

Chuckling, Optimus's partner brought him to the very edge of an overload, then pulled back.

As Optimus whimpered needily, his partner teased him lightly.

"What's the matter, can you not hold onto your control?"

Before Optimus could answer him, his partner moved and brought him to overload.

"AAAAH! KICKER!!"

His own yell awoke him, and Optimus found himself in his office.

There were frantic yell and Hotshot came rushing into the room, along with the very reason Optimus had yelled out.

"Are you alright, Optimus?" Hotshot asked worriedly.

"Yes, I'm fine Hotshot. Thank you, it was just a dream." Optimus said.

Hotshot nodded and left the office, but as Kicker went to do the same, Optimus stopped him.

"Kicker? Come here please." He called softly.

As Kicker did so, Optimus shut and locked his office door.

Picking Kicker up, he said:

"I hadn't realized it at the time, but your little stunt in the med bay was intentional, wasn't it?" Optimus growled lustfully as he remembered that Kicker had brought Ironhide to overload as he fixed some wires near Ironhide's spark chamber.

Kicker laughed lightly just as he had in Optimus's dream.

"So what if it was? What are you gonna do about it?" He asked, grinning unrepentantly.

Optimus gave his own grin behind his mask.

"This, Kicker."

Without waiting for a response, Optimus took Kicker's clothes off and began to gently rub spots that he had noticed were sensitive.

Soon, Kicker was moaning, writhing, and painfully aroused in Optimus's hand.

Retracting his mask, Optimus gave Kicker a light lick up his stomach.

"Optimus!" Kicker screamed as his orgasm hit.

This time, when Optimus awoke, he was in his berth and Hotshot was shaking him and saying his name.

"Optimus! Are you all rght?" The younger autobot asked worriedly.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you Hotshot." Optimus said reassuringly. "You go on and recharge, I'm fine."

"Yes sir!" Hotshot saluted him before going out.

Optimus sighed once he was gone.

'Fraggit all, he couldn't even have a dream in peace around here!'