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Jetfire sat on the edge of the berth, hands clasped tightly together with his elbows on his knees. Tension coiled throughout his frame and his plating flared to push out heated air. He stared blankly at the floor, focused solely on the sound of falling solvent from the showerhead in just the next room over.
Knock Out had repaired him, put his ember back in his frame. The shy doctor had done his job diligently and swiftly, and then fled just as quickly once he was finished. Jetfire barely got to see him again before his trine had carried him off to care for him in the only way a trine properly could. In ways that he could not.
It was, however, by the grace of the same trinemates that he was sitting here, on their large berth while Starscream showered. Skywarp had collected him, as polite and straightforward as always, and informed him that Starscream was showering now. Starscream was still getting back on his feet properly, but he wanted Jetfire even if he didn't outright ask for it yet.
Jetfire had missed him just as much, even more undoubtably. The way he'd lingered around Metroplex, keeping a close optic on him at all times, arguing with Megatron to finally make a move against the Autobots or even save Starscream's ember. He'd forgone cycles of sleep, trying to find a way to find to save him without harming him any further.
Or kill Goldbug, a selfish wish that was actually fulfilled in the end.
Saving Starscream had become his sole focus and now that he was back, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't hover behind the doctors, he couldn't annoy them into fixing Starscream any faster. He couldn't even continue his arguments with Megatron, his processor wholly preoccupied with trying to reunite with Starscream again.
A gentle hand rested on his shoulder and he almost flew to his feet, red optics alert as he looked down.
Starscream smiled softly up at him, his hand falling back to his side. "Hello, Jetfire. Did Skywarp and Thundercracker put you up to this?"
Jetfire raised his hands, reaching to the cup his cheeks. He stopped just mere inches from him, hands trembling ever so slightly. Fear coiled around his ember as he stared down at Starscream, the light of the washroom illuminating him. He looked perfect, plating smooth and shining. His optics stopped Jetfire's ember from rotating, stalling his entire being.
Warmth radiated from those big hands and Starscream smiled, reaching up to gently cup the back of his hands and press his face into his hands. He pressed gentle kisses to both of his palms, smoothing his thumbs over the back of his big hands.
"I missed you."
Jetfire nearly collapsed as he fell on his knees, Starscream following him down to keep his hands close. Even now, he was enraptured by being able to truly feel him again. "Star..."
Starscream laughed lightly, pressing a sweet kiss to both of his wrists before leaning forward to hug his neck. He pressed their foreheads together, smiling widely even as the faintest shine of tears began to bud. "Jetfire, please. Say a little more than my name."
Jetfire swallowed down the budding emotions. "Starcream. I..." All the words in the world couldn't define how he felt. The swirling emotions in his processor and his ember were too much to handle. His mouth moved, but not a single word fell from his lips.
Starscream moved closer on his knees, kneeling between Jetfire's broad thighs. "Please, Jetfire, I missed you. Tell me you missed me, too."
Jetfire finally found his motor control and pressed forward, gripping the side of his helm and pressed their lips together in a desperate, rough kiss. He poured wordless emotion into the kiss, big hands holding his helm in place. Starscream returned the kiss just as passionately, their denta clacking together with a lack of finesse.
Starscream's hands clung to Jetfire's strong frame, finding slim gaps in his armor and clinging to them. He raised himself higher on his knees, pressing his chest and cockpit to Jetfire's broad chest. Warmth poured from Jetfire's large frame and he soaked up every bit of it.
Jetfire broke the kiss and found his own hands wandering his frame, feeling familiar and healed wounds. Every old weld and patch had been smoothed down and painted over as if they'd never been there. Starscream didn't mind wearing his injuries, even letting his self-repair do more work than what most would. Feeling him smooth like this was rare, but not unwelcome.
Starscream smiled, vents already coming out hot and lips brushing against Jetfire's as he whispered, "I love you, Jetfire. Please, show me how much you missed me."
Jetfire nodded slightly and pressed their lips together again, far less desperate but no less emotional. His hands ran down Starscream's sides, gripping his hips and thighs. He pulled him closer, lifting him higher. Their chestplates scraped against each other, black and white stripes left in their wake.
Starscream stretched himself upwards, feel Jetfire's strong hands lift him upwards. He leaned into Jetfire, allowing him to support the bulk of his weight as his pedes awkwardly dragged along the floor. He still tried to press close, though, as if trying to climb into plating and become one with him.
A soft click preceded a hot, thick spike brushing against his thigh and Starscream chuckled softly. He pressed his thighs together, trapping the thick spike between them. Jetfire's hips jerked forward, thrusting between those pretty white thighs once.
Jetfire adjusted his grip, moving to lay him back down on the floor. The light still shined brightly, haloing him. "Star... I need you."
Starscream cupped his cheek with one hand, smoothing his thumb over his face. "You can have me, Jetfire. I'm all yours."
Jetfire felt that surge of emotion once again, hiding it with another deep kiss. He slid a hand down between Starscream's thighs. He stroked his hot modesty panels, petting them until they slid open and let his digits dive into the awaiting wet folds.
Starscream moaned softly, hugging Jetfire's neck as his own hips twitched this time. Jetfire's thick digits slid through his valve lips, dipping into his hole gently. Despite the shared eagerness, Jetfire was still so gentle dipping his digits into his hole repeatedly, testing how deep he could go with one digit before adding a second.
Jetfire fingered him gently, working him open with gentle yet quick thrusts. His spike ached to get inside of him, but he couldn't yet. Starscream had only just returned to him and he couldn't jump into fragging him right away, not without the risk of hurting him.
Starscream spread his legs wider, his hips twitching as Jetfire's thumb brushed over his node. "Jetfire... please, stop holding back." At Jetfire's wide-opticed expression, he smiled softly at him. "Please, everyone's treating me like I'm made of glass. You won't hurt me, you never have and you never will."
Jetfire's very ember melted into it's casing at the sheer honesty from the beautiful Seeker underneath him. "But - " Memories stopped him short, of Starscream fleeing from him as he joined the Autobots, of Starscream dragged in and chained up, of Starscream staring at him with such hope in his optics before Goldbug -
Starscream's voice cut through the spiral of memories he was spiraling into, "No, none of it was your fault. I'm here now and I've forgiven you."
Jetfire frowned, but nodded and pulled his digits away from his valve. "I don't deserve it."
Starscream hooked his legs around his waist, strong thighs pulling him closer. "I'd give you the world if you asked for it."
Jetfire tightened his grip on his hip, reaching up with his clean hand to cup his cheek. Liquid dripped down onto his cheek and Jetfire realized belatedly it was from his own optic. "I already have my world."
Starscream pushed himself up, kissing him slowly. He held the back of his helm, tilting his own to deepen it. "Jetfire..." he breathed.
Jetfire pressed their lips back together, moving his hips to slide his spike against his valve. It was a distraction, but it was one they both needed. Emotions consumed them, and Jetfire couldn't ignore them well enough to simply fuck Starscream.
Starscream moaned softly, pulling him close. His legs stretched wide to give him access and his valve parted at the gentle not-quite-thrusts of his spike. His heavy spike rubbed against his node and he tilted his hips, using the leverage of his leg around Jetfire's hip to lift his hips even higher.
The tip of Jetfire's spike pressed against his hole and he moaned softly at the teasing stretch. Jetfire's glossa slid against his lips and he returned the favor, parting his lips. Jetfire thrusted slowly, edging the tip of his spike with every thrust.
Starscream held still, though his grip tightened as Jetfire finally slid in. Jetfire groaned into his mouth, sliding their glossa together, and sliding his spike in deep. Their moans mixed into one cacophony, singing of the song of their pleasure.
Jetfire began to thrust earnestly, burying his spike in his valve. Their denta clacked against each other again and he felt Starscream's smile between their desperate kisses. Like two mechs deprived, they held onto each other and sought for deep kiss in between each thrust.
Starscream kept his legs around his waist, arching into him. He clung to Jetfire's broad shoulders, his strong frame covering him. Nothing could touch him here, pinned to the floor under him, illuminated only by the light of the washroom. The spike driving into his valve, stimulating every node it passed by was only the delicacy on top.
Jetfire held him close, cooling fans pushing hot air out of his vents. Charge danced under his plating, occasionally brushing against Starscream's digits that clung to his plating. Tension built quickly in his frame, a longing for this spoiling how long he wanted to be buried in him.
Starscream broke their kisses to moan openly, helm hitting the floor with a soft thunk. The string of oral lubricant connecting them was licked away and he swallowed thickly, arching up. His hips twitched as he overloaded, calipers squeezing Jetfire's thick spike. Guilt for being the first to overload - and overload so quickly - filled him briefly before pleasure conquered his ember.
Jetfire followed soon after, pleasure overtaking them both. He pressed in deep, moaning lowly. He leaned over Starscream, one arm around his waist and holding him impossibly close and the other above his helm. He grit his denta together, even as pleasure overtook his frame and tears filled his optics.
"Starscream!"
Starscream clung to him, pressing his face in his shoulder. "I love you."
Jetfire's ember hiccupped and he looked down at Starscream, transfluid still pumping out of his twitching spike. "Star? You mean that?"
Starscream nodded and leaned up, pulling at Jetfire's helm to kiss away the streaking tears. "I love you. I've always loved you. I missed you so much, I knew you were always there, even after I... I was in Metroplex. I knew when you were close and I just wanted to touch you. I wanted to be held by you again."
Jetfire sank down on top of him, his spike sliding out of his valve and a trail of transfluid following. He didn't care about the mess he left behind, wrapping his arms around Starscream and holding him tightly. "I love you, Starscream. No one's ever going to take you away from me again. I swear it."
Starscream smiled, holding him just as tightly. He didn't remove a single limb from him, only holding him as tightly as his frame allowed. Relief and love alike swelled in his ember, threatening to snuff it out for good. He doubted Jetfire would ever allow such harm to come to him ever again.