Yes, another one of these

[andallthatme]

[ This might be a training center. And this might be a lieutenant running a few drills. It's been far too long since he did any sort of training, anyway.

Right now the Cybertronian version of a punching bag is occupying his attention. ]

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[andallthatme]

[ His own panels are not far behind- though they are substantially more quiet than Ironhide's.

He dips a hand in the opening in Ironhide's chest, brushing his fingers along his spark casing. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[There's a moment where he tenses - it's been a long, long time since certain things happened to that spark, but he still can't help his initial response. The casing is scarred, worn and chipped in places, and the contact with those scars makes him press himself against those fingers, groaning in his chest.

For his part, the touch of his fingers on Jazz's casing is light, careful, with hesitant little brushes of a fingertip.]

[andallthatme]

[ He's gentle with Ironhide's spark- trailing his fingers along scars and marks in the casing- but he can't say the same for his own.

He jerks suddenly, pressing his casing roughly against Ironhide's fingers, groaning as he does ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He's never minded a rough time in the berth. But this is the one part of him he... really doesn't mind the light, careful contact. He angles his body, allowing even better access to it.

At first, he pulls his hand back, but only for a moment. Then he's pressing back, seeking out the opening a little rougher than before.]

[andallthatme]

[ He takes the hint, carefully exploring Ironhide's spark casing a little more thoroughly

But when that hand pulls away, he pauses ]

It's... okay, Ironhide. I... want this... want you... always...

[ And then Ironhide's hand is back and he presses into that touch with a moan ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Every little touch seems to pull a noise out of him--a hitch of intakes, a rev of his engine--and he angles his shoulders against the berth, pressing back with more care than someone his size should have.]

...

[While he doesn't verbally respond to the reassurance. Instead, he nods faintly, and keeps going, working slowly up and down the casing's surface.

Words can come later.]

[andallthatme]

[ He makes very sure not to leave one inch of the other's spark casing unexplored.

The locks on his casing are coming dangerously close to opening under Ironhide's touch. He wills them to stay closed as best he can through the haze of sensation- of want. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He has the willpower to match, but right now, he doesn't want it. There's a low moan in his vocals as his casing finally creaks open. He doesn't want to wait. He just wants Jazz.

And as it opens, he digs his fingertips in slightly to the other's.]

[andallthatme]

[ His intakes hitch and he moans as his locks finally give way.

He withdraws his hand and he digs it into a seam on Ironhide's shoulder, finding purchase so he can tug himself closer ]

[show_my_cannons]

[His hand slides away, joining the other still on Jazz's back. Digging his fingers into the panels, he pulls them the rest of the way, almost desperately.]

[andallthatme]

[ It's all he can do to hold on as everything that is Ironhide rushes over him. He loves it. He never wants it to stop. He lost Ironhide once, and he never ever wants to lose him again.

He presses harder against his partner as if that will prolong the sensation- make the link between them deeper. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He holds on with all his stubborn will, every last bit he didn't use up to this point. The hand on Jazz's back digs in, as something of himself responds to the other's desire, allowing more of it in.

It's a sensation he's never felt before, the overwhelming rush of life and Jazz--all the pain, the comfort, the love--threatening to crash every system. But he holds on. He needs it, they both need it.

Jazz is all he has left. All he wants.]

[andallthatme]

[ The line between them is blurring, and it's intoxicating and dizzying. Almost too much too fast, but he holds on with everything he has left, pouring himself into his partner, never wanting to let go. Never wanting this to stop. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He can feel himself returning the sentiment, returning everything. Metal is bending under his fingers with the sheer force of will it's taken him to hang on this long.

And then there is no line. There isn't any more distance, and he starts to slip.]

[andallthatme]

[ He can tell, somehow, that Ironhide is beginning to fade, and he briefly wishes they were built to withstand more of this.

But he's nodding, for some reason, even though he's pretty sure the other isn't paying attention.

It's okay. Go. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He wonders, for a moment, how he can hear Jazz speak. But then it's gone, and he falls backward, offline and reeling. Without even the energy to close his panels up.

His whole body just goes limp, everything working overtime to try and recover from the exertion.]

[andallthatme]

[ For his own part, Jazz only has the energy left to pry his hands out of Ironhide's paneling, before falling offline himself

He's exhausted, but content ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He's offline for a long, long while. Moreso than usual. He's contented too, but completely drained.

When he does come back around, it's only with a flicker of his good optic, and a muffled groan.]

[andallthatme]

[ He's online- has been for a while- and still sprawled over Ironhide's chest, feeling too lazy to move.

He grins. ] Good morning.

[show_my_cannons]

[The grunt is probably Ironhide-speak for "Good morning". He slowly lifts a hand to rub at his head - feels stiff, everything does.]

Feel all right...?

[andallthatme]

Tired. A little sore. [ he stretches, working out the kinks in his limbs ] But otherwise fine. [ Quite fine, actually. That was amazing. ]

You?

[show_my_cannons]

[He lets his arm flop back down.]

... Feels like I could... recharge for a week. Or refuel for a day. Whichever came first.

[That was pretty good though. Whatever it was. He doesn't know.]

[andallthatme]

[ He's not too sure himself- and frankly he's not yet figured out that some of these thoughts aren't his own. ]

I vote for the former.

[ He's quite content where he is- and if recharging for a week means staying here with you, like this, he's all for it. He loves you, and he loves being with you. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Jazz's thoughts right now are mirroring his too closely for him to tell. He sighs heavily, shuttering his optics again.]

Yeah... Sounds good.

[But... But there's courses he needs to get back to running - he can tick off each one in his head right now - and as much as he agrees, he loves you, he loves being with you...

Wait. What.]

[andallthatme]

... [ What indeed. Since when does he know your schedule that well? ]

Uh, Ironhide-?