Office Time

 

“Hey Deckerd, can I touch that -****-?”

 

The dark mech looked up at the motorcyclist sitting on the desk in front of him. He was using his English again, a language Deckerd was not very fluent in, but picked up words from Gunmax and sometimes the Commissioner if he was having a video conference near by. 

 

 

The BP unit had stayed in the offices until late, unless he wanted to be met with a huge pile of paper work afterwards. Being the head of the team was a big responsibility, however, and Deckerd was still trying to prove himself as worthy. Yuuta went home, and Deckerd stayed to work on paper piles. 

 

 

Gunmax had stayed as well, for what ever reason. Deckerd tried to positively think that Gunmax stayed to finish his own paperwork. Obviously, halfway through the night, he had been proven wrong. When he got up to check on Gunmax, the motorcyclist had been playing paper-football by himself the whole time. Disgruntled by this, Deckerd resumed working on his own paperwork without giving Gunmax any attention.

 

 

“Fine, fine.” He said. He didn’t want to bother with an argument that could cost him precious minutes that he could have been doing paperwork. He heard Gunmax get out of his seat, probably to get something to mess with. Deckerd frowned at the thought and stood up. “Hey, if it’s something that’s going to disturb me-“

 

 

 He was quickly silenced by two hands grabbing him from behind, one holding his chest and another sliding down his stomach to his crotch casing, which gave him a surprising buzz. His cheeks reddened as he felt hot cycled air tickle his neck cables. Had those always been so sensitive?

“G-Gunmax?” He gasped.

 

 

The Motorcyclist grinned from behind Deckerd, pressing his lower plating against the Police car’s, just slightly grinding them together. It was enough to make Deckerd squirm. “Just calm down baby, and enjoy the ride~”

What ride? Deckerd was confused and flustered, his face turning redder by the second. Suddenly, he felt his throat give out an odd sound, which made Gunmax stop for a second.

 

 

"Getting hot already? I thought I'd have to -****- you first~" He grinned mischiviously, using more words that the Police unit didn't understand, and wasn't sure if he wanted to. He tried to squirm his way out of Gunmax's grip, but that only made the green mech continue more, and even harder. He gave out a gasp, his legs becoming weaker. Gunmax's hand had started to move on his casing, an odd movement. It kept giving Deckerd small buzzes. 

 

 

He wanted to shout out stop, but his mouth seemed to have a life of it's own, softly sending out that strange sound he made before, when Gunmax first touched his casing. He hung his head in defeat, a strange notion as his body responded to everything Gunmax was doing to him. He arched into the mech, who gave a strange sound of his own. It was all so alien and new. Deckerd didn't know what to think, and he believed that his super A.I was going haywire.

 

 

The Motorcyclist pushed him gently forward, so he was leaning on the desk. Deckerd complied, in a daze-like state. He soon snapped out of it when he felt his casing get removed. He wanted to ask Gunmax what he thought he was doing, but was much more aware of the cold than he was before. What had he done? The weight behind him disappeared, and now the green mech was in front of him, on his knees.

 

 

Gunmax looked at Deckerd's spike, grinning slightly. He looked him, his visor still blocking his optics from Deckerd's. The blue mech looked so confused, it was almost adorable. He saw that Deckerd was about to question him, and immediately started the job of slowly moving his hand up and down the spike. Deckerd's frame came to a halt and he shuddered, his moans suddenly louder as his fingers clenched the desk tighter. 

 

 

After a minute or so, Gunmax took the spike into his mouth, licking the tip just slightly. That apparently, was enough for Deckerd and he overloaded, surprising Gunmax and almost choking him. Had Deckerd never done this to himself before? He looked up at the Police car, swallowing what he could, but aware that excess fluid was in the corner of his mouth. Deckerd looked down, confused and hot. He also looked extremely adorable to Gunmax. His cheeks were flushed, his optics heavily lidded, and fluid dripped from openings in his arms.

 

 

Then, to Gunmax's surprise, he started to cry.

 

 

The flood of tears came quickly to Deckerd that he didn't even see it coming himself. He tried to figure out why he was crying, as to not look a fool in front of Gunmax. Was it because he thought Gunmax had abused his trust? He had but what ever he did felt good. Perhaps it was the excess fluid he released and some had gotten onto Gunmax's face while he choked to swallow the rest. What if it was posionous? Had he just made his friend ill? What ever the reason, the tears didn't stop. 

 

 

Gunmax blinked behind his visor, then chuckled. First time was always hard. He stood himself up between the desk and Deckerd, making the other mech lean on him. "Hey hey, don't worry about those tears, baby. You're just shocked by what happened that's all." He grinned, petting Deckerd's back. Orange optics looked into his visor, glossy and wet. Gunmax swiped them away with his thumb, his other hand steadying the officer.

 

 

"What... what happened?" Gasped Deckerd, clinging to the motorcyclist for dear life. He felt as though if he let go, he might not get up again. His legs were weak, and his mind was aching. His lower half was quietly contracting to control what just happened. Gunmax grinned his cocky grin, that just seemed to make matters worse as his systems kept getting hotter. He felt as though his circuits were going to fry. "What, you still want more? I can give you more..." 

 

 

It sent shivers down his spine to see Deckerd look so helpless. Not like he is in battle when he's on the edge of losing, but as he is when Power Joe or Drillboy make strange suggestions which makes Deckerd all flustered and out of control, like he was now. He heard his systems kicking into over drive, and could not wipe the smug grin off of his face. 

 

 

Gunmax whispered an English sentence which made no sense to Deckerd at all, but he felt himself moving, being laid down on the desk's surface. Gunmax was on top of him suddenly, leaning down and capturing his lips in a passionate, heated kiss. Deckerd gave a panicked moan, his optics wide as he stared into the dark visor. He thought that a kiss was only suppose to be for couples. Obviously he still had a lot to learn.

 

 

The Motorcyclist's hand travelled down past his open casing, which still made him shiver, to a new part of his body that he never knew was there before. He suddenly felt prodding fingers touch him in this new place and whined, his hands clinging to Gunmax's shoulders as he buried his head into his chest armour, making the green mech pause.

 

 

"Try your best to relax, baby, this may hurt for the first few times." He whispered. Deckerd nodded and clinged tighter as the fingers moved around his valve. Gunmax had to stop himself from unclipping his own casing and shoving his spike into Deckerd for how annoyingly adorable he was being. God damn it, he was like the girl in all those strange movies he watched on the internet. His finger slowly entered again, making Deckerd's body arch. The mech below him suddenly cried out, his virginity gone.

 

 

Gunmax had to stop his smile, kissing Deckerd's neck quietly. So he was his first. He felt suddenly more protective of the 'bot beneath him, who was struggling to get his breath back. This could get interesting in office. He pushed the thoughts out of his head for now and continued his loving tortue to Deckerd. His fingers suddenly slipping into the mech again, one by one slowly to let Deckerd become accustom to larger sizes.

 

 

The Police car was in half pain, half pleasure. His optics had warning signs, saying that his systems were close to overloading again. Suddenly, the sensations stopped. He whined softly, looking up at Gunmax who had unclipped his casing and was positioning himself. Deckerd flushed, his cheeks redder that what they were before. Gunmax lifted his legs up onto his shoulders, his fingers entwining with Deckerd's. His visor was off, Deckerd noticed, and his optics were an excellent blue colour. It was so strange. Perhaps it was to be able to see further on a motorway. 

 

 

"I'm going in now, baby. Relax, it'll feel good," he purred, and slowly felt the frame beneath him relax as much as he could. Gunmax's spike pressed against the warm valve, which made Deckerd moan softly. Then he slowly thrust himself in, trying not to cause too much pain to Deckerd. He seemed to be successful, as Deckerd only let out a handful of whimpers, and had now started to moan.

 

 

Gunmax now felt his lust getting to him as he started to thrust faster. The look on Deckerd's face was priceless. His optics were shut tight, his mouth was hanging open and his cheeks were a pinkish red. It was almost an invitation. His mouth met his in another passionate kiss, his thrusting continuing throughout it. 

 

 

 

Deckerd's hands clinged to Gunmax's shoulders tightly, he feared that he may have dented his armour. Which was silly to worry about now, as he felt Gunmax throb inside him. He panted heavily, a building up in his lower body starting again. It was similar to before when Gunmax died what ever he did, but also somewhat different.

 

 

"G-Gunmax- I- I don't- Nngh~ I- I can't-!" He gasped out, looking up at the visorless mech. He just grinned back, and gave a final, large thrust which sent Deckerd over the edge into overload. The warning screens in his optics bleeped twice then disappeared, He tried to cycle as much air as he could, looking up at Gunmax who seemed distracted. The mech pulled away and Deckerd looked towards him, to see him doing to himself what he did to Deckerd before.

 

 

The motorcyclist was surprised by how innocently curious Deckerd looked. Obviously, he never expected to release himself into the mech first time, it would be too quick. But now, looking at Deckerd's sprawled body across the desk, his spike limp and leaking a small amount of liquid was perfect material he needed. Screw the girls in the videos, this was a scene he'd replay in his super A.I all the time.

 

 

Suddenly, release hit him and he groaned, accidentally spraying himself on Deckerd's face. The mech blinked, confused and licked his lips free of the liquid. It tasted strange, but not unpleasent. Perhaps he didn't poison Gunmax after all. The thought made him smile quite happily, much to the confusion of Gunmax. 

 

 

He helped Deckerd slip his casing back on, and his own, before saying to the Police car that he had important business to attend, which he did, the roads weren't going to patrol themselves. Deckerd seemed to shrink into his seat, his cheeks red and flusted. Gunmax just grinned, tilting his chin up with his finger. "What, you gonna miss me?" Before he let the mech answer, he silenced him with another passionate kiss.

 

 

"We'll do this again some other time, alright baby~?" Deckerd, ever silent, just nodded, a small smile on his face. Gunmax grinned again, turned towards the door and waved his hand before he went out, shouting an English phrase that Deckerd knew all too well.

 

 

"Ruv you, baby~"