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Chapter 18: Blast Off and Cosmos IV
Title: Touch
Rating: PG
Summary: He waits for Blast Off to
come see him again
Cosmos fumbled another chart that orn
and gently smacked himself upside his helm as he bent quickly to grab
the item. He'd been dropping things left, right and centre all orn,
and he could only think one reason why: Blast Off. It had been a week
since the siamese had re-declared his feelings for the astronomer and
Cosmos had confessed the same in return. By technicality, they were
officially “dating” now..... and yet, they'd had yet to go out on
a date.
Blast Off was busy the first couple
orns after coming back from his business trip, and then the pyrenees
had gotten busy as well when a stray meteor brushed close by the
planet, causing a couple fluxes and errors in data. Plus, it was
harder to see the kittycon after he had decided to decrease the
number of visits he made to the lab, stating that he did not want to
be a distraction to Cosmos while he worked.
The autodog thought that was
ridiculous; Blast Off was never a disruption. But if he thought too
hard about what the taller mech might have really been referring
to.....
Needless to say, Cosmos' cheekplates
would flush with a deep blush and he'd bury his face into his servos
shortly after. All the same, interfacing or not, the astronomer
wanted nothing more than for things to be like how they once were,
with Blast Off constantly popping in and keeping him company
throughout the orn.
Probably a foolish wish though, he
thought to himself, sighing.
“....Is something troubling you?”
“Bl-blast Off?!,” Cosmos cried at
the unexpected question, whirling around and facing the siamese. He
smiled brightly, pressing his servos to his chestplates in his joy-
and promptly fumbling his chart to the floor again. Swallowing back
his little, embarrassed whimper, the autodog stooped to retrieve the
item, but was beat by Blast Off.
“Where does this go?,” the kittycon
asked flatly. Cosmos looked up, his cheekplates still stained with
magenta.
“O-over there,” he replied,
pointing. He watched in awe as Blast Off kindly approached his desk,
slipping the rolled-up chart into its appropriate cubby for him. Grey
optics slid and focused on the pyrenees then, making a little shiver
run down his spinal struts. Blast Off's optics always had this way of
electrifying him....
“You are finished for the day,
correct?”
Cosmos nodded.
“Good....,” was the siamese's
response. His words seemed slightly tinged with a purr, though his
facial expression did not change from its usual look of neutrality.
Walking back to the autodog, the brown mech gently clasped Cosmos'
servo, just simply looking at him for a moment. “Would you like to
join me this evening for some time together?,” he asked.
The pyrenees felt his spark whirl
excitedly. “O-oh! Oh, yes! I would very much like that.” Blast
Off nodded, and -still holding Cosmos' servo- guided them out of the
lab. The astronomer was silent as they left, but his optics were
aglow and his tail swept merrily behind him as his fingers shyly
curled a little tighter around the kittycon's servo; receiving a
gentle squeeze in return.
Title: Rain
Rating: PG
Summary: Things are interrupted by
the rain
“Th-that.... that was a very
enjoyable movie,” Cosmos started, softly plodding across the
lantern-lit field and back onto the main path. He paused, looking
around himself in wonder as the soft lights painted a surreal,
dream-like scene of the dark park. Who could believe that a few
changes of lighting and the time of orn could transform the very
beauty of such a mundane park?
“Thank you again for bringing me
here,” the pyrenees continued, turning his attention back to his
companion. Blast Off inclined his helm to the smaller mech's words,
his servo slipping up and behind the autodog's shoulders.
Cosmos only gave the smallest jump at
the attention. Throughout the movie, the siamese had been polite and
kind; offering the pyrenees what he had on him in terms of
refreshments and patiently explaining any questions Cosmos had about
the flick. It had been a little frightening when the kittycon's tail
had swept and curled along his right side, but Blast Off did not
press for any other sort of contact, so the autodog had tried to not
let its presence bother him.
“....I do not wish to cut this short,
but I fear it's imperative that we head for cover,” the brown mech
announced, his servo pressing a little harder. “It will be raining
soon.”
Cosmos looked at Blast Off curiously,
trying to focus on how he knew that, instead of the uncomfortable
crawling of his plating at the other's touch. It was hard to resist
shrugging the kittycon's servo off entirely. Sure enough, thunder
crackled overhead, causing the last of the park-goers to disappear in
a flash. The warm, rainbow glow of the park behind them died off as
the place started to close down; staff shutting off the power and
packing up quickly before the storm hit.
Lifting his helm, Cosmos looked up at
the sky, now pitch-black with heavy clouds. He shuttered his optics
dazedly as he felt something ploink of his olfactory sensor; followed
by a second, then a third and then a fourth drop. “I... don't quite
think we're going to make it to shelter before it starts,” he
commented, just as it began to spit.
Blast Off said nothing to that, gently
urging the astronomer forward. Unfortunately, the simaese's strides
were long and his legs not, so in a few moments, Cosmos was panting
hard and tripping over his pedes intermittently. He let out a little
squeak as the spitting suddenly turned into a dreadful downpour,
thunder cracking loudly overhead.
“B-blast Off?!,” the pyrenees
gasped as he stumbled once more that night since they'd started
walking. He managed to catch his balance, thankfully, though with
some difficulty as his attention was fixed predominantly to he
kittycon who had just abandoned him to continue on ahead.
Confused, and more than a little hurt,
Cosmos watched as Blast Off disappeared out of sight; arms coming up
to hug himself as rain continued to splash down on him. A chill was
just setting in when through the gloom he saw Blast Off heading back
for him -an umbrella in his servos. The siamese was silent as he
opened the umbrella, holding it above their helms as he stopped in
front of the smaller mech.
“I.... I-i, uh, s-see you f-found an,
u-um, umbrella...,” Cosmos commented shakily, his lip components
twisting upwards in a nervous smile.
Blast Off nodded, kneeling to be at
equal height with the pyrenees. “I'm sorry that things did not go
quite as planned,” he said softly. “I did not mean to ruin our
date.”
So this was their first official date?
The autodog wanted to chuckle, but he was both too cold and too aware
of how badly misinterpreted his laughter could be just right then and
there. Hugging himself a little tighter, doing his darnest to pretend
that he didn't feel the tremble running up and down his plating as
his wet clothes stuck to his frame, Cosmos smiled widely up at the
kittycon.
“.....It-it's a-alright. I-i, I h-had
f-f-fun a-all the same!,” he assured, stuttering a little. Blast
Off stared at him for a long klik, before the kittycon grasped his
chin with two, gentle claws; tipping the pyrenees' helm back a little
as he kissed him just then and there.
Caught off-guard by the action, the
green mech's optics flared brightly, before he slowly eased into the
warm pressure, pressing back into the kiss as his optics shuttered
close.
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Rating: T
Summary: For a moment, he is
frightened
Something smelled good.
Lured by the delicious scent, the
pyrenees slowly pushed himself out of recharge, sitting up in his
berth and wiping at sleepy optics. The smell was sharper now that he
was more conscious and Cosmos gave a little wince as his fuel tanks
tightened hungrily. Whoever it was that was cooking -and it had to be
one of his neighbours, seeing as how the astronomer only had basic
cooking skills- he envied them very much that morning.
What he wouldn't give to eat a meal as
alluring as that one smelled.
Sighing, Cosmos shifted, preparing to
get out of berth when his berthroom door swung open suddenly.
Squeaking in fright, the pyrenees bunched the blankets up to his
chestplates, expecting the worse -and flushing a deeper magenta when
it wasn't some rapist or serial killer, but no less embarrassing of
an intruder.
“B-blast Off....?!”
The kittycon walked across the room,
sitting on the edge of his berth and placing the tray that he carried
onto the stunned autodog's lap. “Good morning,” he greeted
neutrally. Cosmos silently gaped for a few astroseconds, before that
enticing smell met his olfactory sensors again. He looked down at the
tray, covered by beautiful and mouth-watering dishes -the source of
the decadent smell that had woke him up.
“Y-you.... you made this?,” the
pyrenees mumbled, his disbelief growing ten-fold. Blast Off nodded.
“I presumed you would need a full
breakfast after last night,” he informed, to the other's horror.
Cosmos -who'd begun to relax a little-
tensed again at those words, realizing that he couldn't exactly
recall what had happened much the other night or even why the
kittycon was in his apartment the morning after anyway. Servos
yanking the blankets up to his chin again, he glanced away from the
siamese, just as heat began to glaze his optics.
“W-we..... we didn't,” he
swallowed, feeling the panic begin to rise, “D-do any....
anyt-thing, d-did we?”
Amazingly, the kittycon's optics
widened a tad at the fearful inquiry. He quickly reached out, and
despite the flinch the autodog gave at the approach of his claws, he
gently grasped Cosmos' chin; turning the other mech's helm to him.
“You mean too much to me to do such
cowardly acts,” Blast Off whispered, his optics locking with the
pyrenees. “I look forward to the day when I may connect with you,
but I will not dishonour you by taking advantage, when you are either
unwilling or unaware. Only after you have made that choice, fully and
without influence, shall I then act.”
Cosmos didn't know what to say to that.
His spark was all a flutter and his fuel tanks clenched
intermittently; even his intakes were coming in short, quick bursts
and it felt as if he might faint from lack of air. But despite all
these seemingly negative signs, the astronomer was actually....
happy. Completely, over-whelming, spark-seizingly happy.
Blast Off stroked a thumb across his
cheekplate, wiping away the tears that the pyrenees wasn't even aware
had collected. “May I kiss you?,” the siamese asked. The green
mech released the blankets, grasping the other mech's servo.
“Please,” he practically whimpered,
melting when the kittycon closed the last of the distance between
them, kissing him soundly.
Title: Burn
Rating: T
Summary: He's hotter than others
think
The first time Blast Off had kissed
him, it had been under the telescope in his office.
The second time Blast Off had kissed
him was in the park, under an umbrella while it rained.
The third time Blast Off had kissed him
had been out in public, on a street corner, in clear view of everyone
around.....
Everyone said that Blast Off was aloof;
silent, detached, distant. Cold, would be another term. They said
that he couldn't feel anything, or ever care about anyone. That he
was empty inside. Hollow. Ice.
But they were all wrong.
They didn't know the siamese like
Cosmos did. They never felt the gentleness of his touch; how cautious
and tender his claws were as they cupped his cheekplates, always wary
of causing his partner harm. They never saw in his half-shuttered
optics, the hundreds of words reflected there, whispering and sharing
with the autodog all of his thoughts. None of them ever had the
kittycon pull them closer and felt his mouth softly press against
their own as Cosmos did; connecting them with the first, warm spark
and then engulfing the astronomer in the flames of Blast Off's
affections.
The kittycon was not ice. He was a
cool, blue fire that could both burn and soothe; fanning further and
burning with a bright, white hot intensity whenever he had the
pyrenees in his grasp.
Others simply did not know Blast Off,
could not see the vibrant, pulsing spark that shone like a star
beneath the chilled veil of the kittycon's plating. To them, he was
just cold stone; callous and unfeeling. Cosmos did not mind that they
thought that. He knew better all the same, and held lovingly in Blast
Off's arms, he found that everyone's opinion on this quiet,
intelligent mech meant very little when he was already held so close
to his spark.
Title: Steps
Rating: T
Summary: Will they be moving forward
or back?
It took him several months, but Cosmos
finally made a decision. “Blast Off, would you like to move in with
me?”
The kittycon had been frequenting his
home recently; making dinner, even cleaning, but if he slept over, he
would recharge on the couch instead of joining the autodog in his
room. Understandable, Cosmos supposed, since the siamese was very
gentle-mechly and seemed to hold to the old tradition that two 'bots
should not share one berth unless bonded. Still, it was a little
ridiculous to have Blast Off over so often and for him not to simple
be living there as well.
Which is why Cosmos had even put the
suggestion out on the table; certain that the other mech would never
bring it up himself, as respectable as he was. It should not have
been surprising then when the siamese paused for a long moment after
the initial question had been asked. It was only when he continued to
say nothing, that the green mech began to worry.
“U-umm..... B-blast Off....?,”
Cosmos pressed uncertainly, doubts quickly piling up. They were ready
for this kind of step in their relationship.... weren't they?
The kittycon shuttered his optics,
gently pushing Cosmos to sit on the couch while he kneeled before the
autodog. The pyrenees grasped the brown mech's fingers, squeezing
them anxiously between his own two servos. Blast Off ignored this.
“Are you sure....?,” he asked, grey
optics peering into the other's intensely. “You may change your
mind, if you wish.”
“N-no!,” Cosmos exclaimed loudly;
blushing in embarrassment a klik after. “No.... I-i, I r-really
want y-you to l-live here. W-we've been to-together n-now for t-two
years a-and I.... I t-thought, I-i.... I r-really lo-love you...
a-and.....”
The autodog cut himself off as he was
overwhelmed by tears. His anxious and dark thoughts were stopped in
their rampage as Blast Off leaned in; kissing his cheekplates
fleetingly, before catching his mouth last. It seemed to take ages
before they parted again -not that Cosmos was really complaining.
Shuttering his optics, looking straight into the grey orbs hovering
so close to his own, the pyrenees could only gape soundlessly, still
in a daze from the impromptu kiss.
“Thank you...,” Blast Off said,
stroking the autodog's cheekplate again, “I am very glad to hear
you say that. But, before I make my decision, I would like us to
discuss things further.”
“T-things...?,” Cosmos mumbled,
confused. The siamese kissed him once more, this time on his brow.
“Nothing bad,” he assuaged
cryptically, “I promise to clarify later tonight. You must go to
work first.”
He didn't want to.
Cosmos clasped Blast Off's servo
tighter, anxious fingers picking at the cuff of the other's sweater.
For once, the green mech didn't care about his star charts or his
telescope or his co-workers whom he loved and cared for -all he
wanted, was this kittycon right before him. But most of all, he
wanted to know what reason would keep Blast Off from replying to his
innocent question, and to do so without giving him a clear answer as
to why he was rejecting the pyrenees' offer.
Not wanting to upset Blast Off with his
tears again, Cosmos resignedly let go of the siamese's servo; pushing
himself up and around the taller mech. He didn't say anything to the
burning, silent curious stares he could feel on his backstruts as the
astronomer went about preparing for work.
Title: Little Note
Rating: T
Summary: This wasn't the answer he
was expecting
He rushed through the orn, making one
or more mistakes on his calculations he knew, as he waited for his
shift to finish. As soon as it was five o'clock, Cosmos was throwing
off his labcoat, leaving his work where ever it happened to be lying
that moment, and waddling quickly out the door. Normally, he liked to
walk to work, seeing as he only lived a few blocks away from the
Science Department but he couldn't handle such a slow pace and ended
up paying the fare to catch the transit home.
Keys jingling in his servos, the
pyrenees nervously unlocked his door, walking inside, half-expecting
to find Blast Off already waiting there.
There was no one.
His spark withered slowly as Cosmos
walked into his apartment further at a snail's pace, no longer
feeling the need to rush anymore. He glanced around him carefully,
trying to see some sort of sign that would prove that the siamese had
at least been here earlier. But nothing had been cleaned, or moved
and certainly, there was no kittycon strutting out of the berthroom
to greet him. Cycling a shaky intake, Cosmos turned about slowly,
coming to a pause when he noticed something out of the corner of his
peripheral.
The autodog padded into the kitchen,
trembling fingers pulling the mysterious note off of the fridge door.
He could recognize Blast Off's cursive scrawl anywhere.
My apologies, Cosmos. Some family
issues have arisen; I fear I won't have the time to see you for a
while.
As for your offer, we shall talk at
a later date.
Be safe,
Blast Off
His entire servo was shaking now as he
tried to hold the note steady; the words blurring and swimming
brokenly before his optics. He tried to breathe and the action caused
him to lose hold of the paper altogether. It drifted slowly to the
ground, coming to a rest at the autodog's pedes.
For a few kliks, Cosmos stood there,
with his helm bowed to the floor and shoulders hunched up high around
his lowered ears, before he turned and marched stiffly for his
berthroom; shutting the door behind him as a little sob escaped.
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