Out of Bounds

Summary: *AU* What are you supposed to do when you're just a simple babysitter and a certain, crazy 'copter decides they like you? Mech/Mech, slash, angst, language, mentions of rape and abuse
Rating: M

Chapter 3: Sleep



 Fireflight figured eventually such a time would come. Starscream was stuck at work and couldn't get away for the night. He called ahead of time, asking if the little Autobot jet could possibly stay and watch over his sons until he came home that night. He even invited him to sleep over, on the off-chance he got out too late for Fireflight to go home. The babysitter had no problem with it, but he first had to call his parents and ask.

Vortex watched, with bated intakes, from the kitchen doorway as the youngling made his comm call home; visor gleaming in devilish glee when Fireflight's parents agreed to him staying over.

From there on in, things went fairly smoothly. Fireflight made them dinner and washed the dishes, before springing on the unsuspecting sparklings that their carrier would not be coming home until later that night, so he would see them to bed. That was a little more difficult. Swindle wouldn't go to berth until Fireflight had bribed him with treats, Onslaught laughed at him when he offered to draw him a bath, Blast Off flat out ignored him, and Brawl struggled like an eel during bath time, creating a giant, sopping mess everywhere.

Eventually though, the jet managed to get everyone ready for bed, turning off lights and tidying up for the night. Yawning, Fireflight wandered downstairs to the living room, plopping on the couch and sinking into the cushions with exhaustion. He was starting to drift off when he heard something at the doorway.

“W-what....? V-vortex....? Is something wrong?,” the Autobot asked, sitting up and rubbing tiredly at his optics.

The grey sparkling canted his helm to the side, his visor dim and the rest of his concealed face hidden behind the pillow he cradled to his chestplates. “...I couldn't sleep,” the helicopter mumbled. “Could I stay down here with you for a bit?”

“Oh... um,” Fireflight moved over a little bit, smiling at the Decepticon. “Yes, of course. Did you have a bad dream?”

“Not really....,” Vortex replied softly, in his best and most innocent voice. He scurried across the room before anymore questions could be asked, clambering up onto the couch and spreading across Fireflight's lap. Used to it by now, the jet did not even flinch at the action, immediately resting his servo on the sparkling's helm and stroking the plating gently.

Even if he wasn't a perv, Vortex would have been melting into the delicate touch, lulled into a calm peace by the tender caress. Fireflight had nice servos; gentle servos..... He never used them to hurt anything, but liked to explore and hug and care for everything with them. Vortex would have preferred for those servos to be under his codpiece, rubbing his aching spike, while he bit and sucked on those plump lip components.

“Mmm.....”

“Would you like a lullaby, Vortex?,” Fireflight asked, his optics dim and warm as he looked down on the Decepticon snuggling further into his lap; little arms winding around his waist as best as they could in Vortex's position.

The grey helm nodded jerkily against his servo.

Chuckling a little, the jet leaned back on the couch, getting comfortable himself while resuming his petting. He started first by humming a couple bars of a song Vortex had never heard before, changing a couple kliks after and half-whispering, half-singing the lyrics that went along with it. It was nothing that the sparkling knew of. Words of dreams and love and cradled upon big, strong wings..... Starscream never sang them lullabies, especially not ones with such fanciful things. Their carrier was usually too busy, having to take care of five, rapidly growing creations on his own.

Besides, it's not like the older jet even cared about silly things like that.

Fireflight trailed off into a hum as Vortex sat up a little, twisting his helm to stare up at the Autobot. “Yes?,” he asked curiously, stopping the lullaby altogether as he shuttered his optics at the smaller mech.

“You have a pretty voice....,” Vortex replied.

The youngling smiled. “Thank you.”

“I like it....”

“Awww.”

“I like you.”

Fireflight patted Vortex's helm, smiling brighter. “I like you too, Vortex!”

The sparkling frowned, his rotors giving a quick twitch. Of course the white mech didn't get it. He never seemed to. Seeing that being honest with Fireflight was pointless, Vortex fell back to his routine responses, snapping his mask back and smiling at the flyer. “Could I get a kiss goodnight?,” he asked cheekily.

The jet giggled, not forseeing the danger in such a request. “Why of course,” he answered, leaning forward.

Vortex felt his spark actually miss a pulse, his rotors shivering avidly in his excitement. Pursing his lips in wait, the helicopter let his optics shutter more and more closed as Fireflight leaned towards him; shuttering them entirely, waiting to press against that soft-looking mouth. Instead, he felt something warm and tender press right along his brow, before both Fireflight and that warm pressure were pulling back.

The Decepticon was still shuttering his optics in puzzled surprise even after the babysitter began to stroke his helm again. “Better?,” Fireflight asked cheerfully.

Vortex turned his pouting face from the Autobot, sinking back onto his pillow and Fireflight's lap quietly, before muttering a forced, merry, “Yes.”

“I'm glad,” the other mech said, his gentle fingers working their magic once again. Vortex didn't mind though. He really, really liked the touching, and he knew that eventually Fireflight would have to go to sleep as well.

And hopefully -before Starscream came home- the helicopter would get his own chance to touch the jet while he slumbered.

Purring at the idea, Vortex snuggled closer, venting softly as Fireflight petted the area about his audios; taking in the youngling's lovely, sweet scent, lost in simulations of those servos being lower and that tender mouth panting his name.