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Title: Vicarious Sex – Sam/Bee version
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Pure porn. With a bit of what might be considered ‘plot’. But not really. And lastly – Spark!Sex
Summary: Bee and Sam have been together for two years, and even with the amazing overloads they have together through Spark!Sex, Bee is still worried that Sam is not ‘getting enough’ out of their relationship. Wanting the most for his human, he hires a rent boy to ‘pretend’ to be him for a night, directing said rent boy to do everything he would do – if he could actually have sex with Sam.
A/N: This isn’t nearly as ‘deep’ as I probably could have made it, but since it’s smut, I don’t really care. :P Hope you all enjoy!
“Sam. I have a surprise for us tonight.”
The human blinked, pausing the familiar motions of his evening Bee-washing. “Huh? What kind of surprise?” he asked curiously before returning to the wheels he was scrubbing, pulling out the occasional rock that had managed to get stuck in the tread.
Bumblebee sighed happily as he relaxed on his shocks. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“This isn’t like the last surprise, right? Because it took me days to wash the syrup out of my hair.”
Bumblebee shifted slightly on his wheels. “No. Not that kind of surprise.”
“Alright… when am I supposed to get this surprise?”
“It’s coming by at eight.”
Sam frowned and checked his watch. “Bee, it’s already seven. And it’s going to be dark out at eight. No stores do delivery at eight.”
The Camaro’s engine revved happily. “It’s not that kind of surprise.”
Baffled, Sam rolled his eyes and went to the next wheel. “Do I need to have a shower for this?” he asked, wiping sweat off his forehead. It was summer and they were in the middle of a heat wave. Sam had been dumping water on himself as much as on Bumblebee.
The Cybertronian sat silent for a moment. “You may wish to.”
“Alright. But I’m cutting your wash short.”
He spent the next half hour finishing up the wash and wax, not doing as thorough of a job as he normally did, but not being too hasty at the same time. After he’d finished, he ‘drove’ Bumblebee into the garage. He loved being able to wash the Camaro every day now. His parents normally harassed him about being too obsessed about keeping his alien car slash friend pretty, but they were on vacation in Las Vegas for the week. Besides, Sam didn’t see what was wrong with washing Bee. The Autobot loved it, and it was one of the things they could do to spend time together. It wasn’t like a giant alien robot could go to the movies with him, or take him to dinner, so they’d found other ways to be a ‘couple’.
At exactly eight o’clock, when Sam was drying his hair from his shower, the doorbell rang. Almost right after wards, the phone did too. Swearing, he tossed the towel on the floor and snagged the cordless on the way to the door. Clicking the ‘talk’ button, he said, “Hey, can you wait a moment? I need to answer the door.”
“Answer the door, Sam,” Bumblebee’s voice came through the phone. Sam choked for a second in surprise and stared at the handle with trepidation. Open the door, don’t open the door, open the- Apparently his hand had a mind of its own, because it was opening the door.
A rather boyish-looking man stood in his doorway. Blond hair styled in the familiar ‘just got out of bed’ look fell into a pair of mischievous blue eyes. He stared at Sam for a moment before raising an eyebrow with an amused quirk of his lips. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Invite him inside.”
“Uh yeah sure I… guess.” Sam stared at him a moment, stupidly, before moving out of the way with a nervous laugh.
“Sam? Do you think you can do this?”
Sam stared at the blond, youthful man for a moment, undecided. “What did he pay you for?” he finally asked, staring into the blue eyes. Sam had to admit he was hot, but after he’d fallen for a 30-foot tall metal alien, he’d stopped paying attention to such things. With Bee… it was perfect. Well, he’d missed the physical intimacy of human on human, but when they were joined through Bee’s spark, in the middle of overload… things like ‘sex’ didn’t seem to matter. Overloading was like sex without all the work, or at least, that was how Sam chose to look at it.
The blond man smiled. “He was very specific. I’m to be directed by an outside party, and not to say a word once we get started. He was also rather… adamant about protection, and gave me extra to buy everything we need.” He paused for a moment, head tilting curiously. “I know It’s none of my business, but am I allowed to ask why…?” He trailed off.
Sam pressed his lips together. “Well… we can’t have sex. Together. Physically.”
Two eyebrows rose. “Oh. That sucks.”
Sam shrugged, not saying anything. He’d come to terms with the fact that he could never jack Bee off, or run his fingers through his hair, or many of the other things that he’d always been curious about in his teenage life. Like ‘the prostate’. He’d tried… well, not dildos – he’d had to get creative – to see if all the hype about a prostate was really true, but… well, it had been awkward, to say the least.
“Well, you’re in good hands,” the man said with a wry grin. “Your boyfriend seems to have done a lot of research for this. He practically wrote an instruction manual for me.”
Sam felt blood rushing to his face. “Uh… really…”
The man laughed. “Well, not literally, but he was very adamant that your first experience be as painless and pleasurable as possible. After we get you cleaned up, he said he wanted to watch you have sex on your car?”
Sam nervously cleared his throat. “Er, I guess… if that’s what he said.”
The man nodded. “If you’ll show me to your bathroom?”
Sam licked his lips nervously. “Er, right. What are we going to do in there?” he asked as he shut the door and walked through the living room to the bathroom.
“Well, you have to clean out the rectum, otherwise you can have complications. I brought an enema and lube.”
Sam stopped in the hallway and stared at the man. “S-seriously?”
He smiled. “We’re going for the painless, clean, blow-your mind version. Seriously.”
Letting out a shaking breath and steeling his nerves, he gulped and nodded, continuing to the bathroom. Once there, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched with wide eyes as the man set his bag on the counter and started pulling things out. He made a face at one of the objects.
“What’s that?”
“An enema. I’m going to dump out the cleaning solution, though, because some people are irritated by the chemicals. I’m going to just use water.”
The next half hour was the most embarrassing thirty minutes of Sam’s life, as the man showed him what it felt like to have his ass penetrated for the first time, and explained to him how he could go about cleaning himself if he and his ‘partner’ engaged in these kinds of sexual relations again.
Sam’s face was beet red by the end of it, but he felt better knowing that he was in well-informed and experienced hands. The, er, man that Bee had hired was kind about it, too. Patient, and understanding. But Sam really wished that it were Bee himself explaining all of this. Bee placing a calming hand on his lower back. Bee telling him to relax in that gentle, loving voice, with his light British accent.
When they were finally done, and Sam was more mortified than the time his mom had walked in on him jacking off in the early months of puberty, they moved into the garage.
“Sam? Is everything alright?” Bumblebee asked the moment they walked through the door.
“Yeah, Bee,” Sam said, smiling at his ‘car’.
“Nice car. So, where is your boyfriend?” the man asked curiously as he ran an admiring hand over the yellow and black-striped hood.
Sam floundered for a moment before spitting out the first thing that came to mind. “Cameras. Cameras and, uh, speakers. He can’t be here right now.”
The man smiled knowingly. “Aaah, I see. He wants his own personal show, huh?”
Sam laughed nervously, not really knowing what was going through his alien boyfriend’s mind.
“Do you remember our arrangement, Kevin?” Bumblebee’s voice asked, coming through the speakers of the car.
The blond man nodded, smiling. “No talking. And follow the instructions to the letter.”
“Good. Push Sam over to the hood of my car.”
Sam found himself herded over to the front of Bee with a sexy swagger and sparkling blue eyes. Blushing nervously, he let himself be maneuvered until a lithe body pressed up against his own and drove the back of his legs into the smooth fender of the Camaro. Two hands reached down and gripped his ass, squeezing gently.
“Kiss him. And Sam – pretend it’s me.”
Sam would have nodded, but a hand gently caught his chin and tilted his head up for a kiss. It wasn’t as bone melting as Sam expected it to be, and he felt relieved somewhat. Closing his eyes, he thought of Bee and tried to pretend it was the Autobot’s lips, Bee’s hands massaging his ass, Bee’s hardening cock pressing into his own. And slowly, the kiss deepened, and Sam found himself pretending that Bee had created some sort of hologram.
“Pull off his shirt. Slowly.”
Two hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, teasing his skin as they worked the cotton fabric up and up, past his belly, nicking his nipples as they went before finally pulling it off his arms.
“Kiss and nibble a trail down his neck.”
Sam spread his hands over the hood as the lips and teeth moved down his jaw, neck, and then collarbone, licking and biting and kissing a trail of fire down his skin. When the teeth bit his collar a little harder, he let out a gasped “Bee!”
The engine behind him roared to life, startling Kevin off of him. Coming out of his daze, Sam scrambled for a good excuse. “My boyfriend’s got a car fetish. It’s amazing what technology can do nowadays, huh?” he asked nervously, hating the way his voice cracked at the end.
Kevin looked behind him and saw exactly what Sam knew he would see – no one in the driver’s seat. Finally, the blond shrugged. “Alright. However you guys get your thing on, ain’t my business.” He moved forward again and grabbed Sam by the hips, lifting him on to the hood of the car. Sam gasped as the vibrations of the engine traveled up his spine.
The blond smiled.
“Kiss his chest,” Bee’s voice commanded over the purr of his engine.
Sam gasped as the mouth latched onto his nipple, gently teething and laving it. Desperate for some contact, he pressed his hips into the man’s and groaned as his dick was teased through the stiff fabric of his jeans.
“I want you to suck him off while he lays back against m- the hood.”
Sam happily leaned back on the warming metal, running his hands over the hood with a soft exhalation of “Bee” and before he knew it, his pants had been opened and pulled down and a warm mouth took him straight down. He moaned and bucked into that warm channel pretending it was Bee, enjoying the sensation of warm vibrations against his back. The engine was revving a bit faster now, almost as if it were the Autobot’s heartbeat quickening with arousal and desire.
Sam was in heaven, laying against the being he felt complete with, his cock getting sucked off at the same time. When he finally came with a shout of “Bee!”, the engine roared underneath him and lulled him into a relaxed doze, heat and vibrations loosening all the muscles in his back until he was a gooey, boneless human laying on top of his alien robot boyfriend.
It was almost perfect, but he could feel the hands of the man start to rub his chest and bring him back to the world of the living. When he opened his eyes and looked into those amused, sparkling blue eyes almost the same color as Bee’s optics, he could almost convince himself that it was Bee. The Autobot had obviously given which human he’d pick a lot of thought.
“Put him face down on m- the hood and give him a ‘rim job’.”
Sam chuckled softly as he could almost hear the quotes in Bee’s voice, but soon it was cut off when the blond forcibly pulled him off the car and flipped him around with a grin. Cheek pressed into the yellow hood, Sam couldn’t help but feel far more relaxed than the last time his ass had been… well. With Bee here, rumbling engine warming his skin and vibrating his cheekbone, it felt like everything would be okay.
When his cheeks were gently pried apart, he couldn’t help but tense slightly, but at the sensation of a slippery tongue gently circling his rim, he let out a soft gasp that morphed into a moan. Pressing his cheek into Bee’s hood, he relaxed under the ministrations, and slowly his cock began to take notice again.
When that tongue began to pierce his entrance, he gasped softly and gripped at the hood with his fingertips. “Bee,” he moaned softly, rubbing his face into the hood like a cat in heat, smiling when Bee revved his engine again in response.
As the tongue tried to thrust farther inside, Sam inevitably got pushed farther up the hood of the car, and he gasped when his hard cock touched the warm and vibrating hood. Moaning again, he couldn’t decide whether to thrust forward into the heat and pleasant sensation, or back into the tongue slowly working him open. Slowly he was reduced to a moaning pile of flesh, almost ready to come from the dual stimulation.
“Prepare him and… fuck him.”
Sam moaned at the sound of such a dirty word spoken by the familiar, sexy voice. When a lubed finger touched his entrance, he recalled what Kevin had explained to him earlier and tried to relax. It felt… weird, at first, but he was beginning to get accustomed to the sensation, and when the finger worked its way inside, deeper, with the help of more lube, he groaned loudly as his prostate was located and stroked.
Jesusfuckingchrist oh fuck how did gay men ever stop having sex if it felt that fucking good? With the rimming, it didn’t hurt as much as the ‘cleaning’ before, but Christ. He literally saw stars as the blinding white pleasure cleaved his spine in two with the force of sensation. Collapsing onto the hood, he moaned pitifully, jerking each time his prostate was hit again and again, that finger relentlessly, torturously sent wave after wave of pleasure up his spine and to his dick. And with each jerk, his dick touched and rubbed against Bee’s vibrating body, and the cycle repeated and repeated.
“I’m god jesus fuck damn Bee, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard Bee please please Bee~”
“Don’t let him come yet.”
Sam let out a whine and pounded the hood angrily, knowing it would hardly hurt the super advanced alien robot that wasn’t Japanese but “Damnit, Bee!”
A low chuckle echoed around him, and the sound of that voice – laughing – turned him on even more than the rim job from earlier, if that was even possible. “Bee, please, fuck, fuck me Bee, I want you so bad, Please-“
“Is he prepared enough?” Bee asked, as if Sam wasn’t beginning hoarsely and practically vibrating against his hood with his need to come.
“A few more fingers, and we should be good,” Kevin said quietly, getting more lube from wherever he god his lube but fuck Sam didn’t care he just wanted to come-
A second finger joined the first in his ass, and Sam tried to relax and ignore the slight burning sensation as his muscles were stretched. Reminding himself that yes, your ass can stretch big enough, he pressed his face into his warm, alien vibrator and tried hard to not think about how much he wished he could just plough his hands into the Cybertronian’s spark and feel the electrical overload as it fried his every nerve and had him coming without a single touch to his cock.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Sam heard the wrapper of a condom being opened and silence for a moment, before the head of a cock was pressed against his entrance. It pressed slowly, with increasing pressure, and just when Sam thought it wasn’t going to go in, it popped past the sphincter of muscle. Taking in deep breaths, he tried to relax. The body behind him went slowly, pulling in and out, pushing farther in with each thrust until finally Sam’s prostate was hit and he saw lights burst behind his closed eyelids again.
Moaning, he relaxed against Bee’s hood as his prostate was pounded again, and again, shockwaves of pleasure tearing up his spine and curling his toes. It seemed to go on forever, and as he got closer to coming, all he wanted to do was to sink his hands into Bee’s spark and feel as their minds and souls connected and pleasure burned through their bodies and-
He wanted Bee. Even as his prostate was hit until he felt like he was going to melt right then and there into a pile of goo, it didn’t feel like enough. It felt somehow… flat. Gathering up the nerve, he opened his mouth. “Bee… I… I want you… I want you so bad… just you. Just you Bee. Please? Please Bee, I want… I want…” His fingers clenched spastically at the yellow and black hood, itching for the tingle of spark energy even as his orgasm approached. Whimpering pathetically, he whispered so softly only Bee’s alien sensors would be able to pick it up, “I want your spark… please Bee… only you. Only you can make me feel…”
The engine went crazy below them, and Bee’s voice cracked on the radio.
“Kevin? Thank you, but I believe Sam and I need… some time alone.”
The blond frowned, but shrugged and pulled out, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash nearby. “If you guys ever need… ‘help’, again, just let me know,” he said with a grin as he gathered up his things and left the garage without another word.
Sam and Bee didn’t pay him any attention. As soon as the door closed, Sam was tearing his pants off the rest of the way, struggling with his shoes for a frustrating moment before they too came off. Butt naked and enjoying every minute of it, he moved to the edge of the space and watched with eyes heavy with desire as Bee transformed in front of him, metal parts breaking and reforming; engine pieces folding, shifting, disappearing and reappearing; and then finally Bee was ‘sitting’ on the garage floor with familiar ease, metal hands gently gathering Sam up and bringing him closer to the panels that shifted and moved away to reveal the shining light of Bee’s spark. Bee’s soul.
Pleasure still tingling through ever nerve, cock hard and begging for release, Sam plunged his hands into the heat and light of spark and enjoyed the ride as a feedback of pleasure formed between them – Sam’s human pleasure electrifying alien synapses which responded with electrifying pleasure which made him gasp with need and want, sending his own pleasure down the link and the cycle continued and continued until finally their minds merged; images rolled behind Sam’s eyelids of wars, Cybertronians, and finally Earth as Bee saw it; the first time Bee had ever laid optics on Sam. Love, fascination, and adoration colored the image as Bee’s feelings were conveyed through the very temporary bond between spark and human.
I love you, Bee.
Sam pushed his emotions through the bond – his love, and the happiness he felt at being able to share moments like this, and others, with the person he cared most about.
Bee
And they were both sent over the edge into overload, a bright light flashing from Bee’s spark as the electricity exploded between them, sending nearly thirty seconds of pleasure burning through their nerves and sensor arrays. Sam had long ago come to physical completion, but the pleasure continued in a soft feedback loop of love until it, too, died and they were once again separated from one another and returned from their high to their physical bodies.
Sam watched with loving eyes as Bee’s optics went dark and the Autobot’s systems rebooted. Caressing the edge of the spark chamber with a hand, he let out a content sigh and ignored the sticky substance coated all over his stomach and just enjoyed the feeling of Bee’s metal hands around him and under him, protecting him, caring for him.
Loving him.
The end.
Hope you all liked it! *grins* I got this plotbunny during a chat with some friends of mine. Mweheheh. I’m also doing an Optimus/Sam version in a couple days/weeks, so keep an eye out for that too! It will be quite a bit different. :P
Thanks for reading!
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