“Left hand blue.”
Starscream grunted and shifted his weight, contortioning himself to try and reach the silly blue circle. “When I said I wanted to play a game, this was not what I had in mind,” he muttered as he slapped his palm on it.
Blurr chuckled from somewhere around Starscream’s legs. “Maybe you should have specified.”
“Yeah. Cause I’m sure having fun,” Knock Out drawled, one claw flicking the spinner again. “Right leg yellow, Rodimus.”
“Of course you’re having fun,” Rodimus said with an audible huff. “You and your paintjob are out of harm’s way.” There was a grunt, a skreel of metal, and then Rodimus exclaimed, “Ha! that’s why I’m the best.”
“We’ll see about that. Spin it, Knock Out,” Blurr said, wriggling, his ex-vents puffing against the inside of Starscream’s knee.
They were so twisted and tangled together, Starscream feared they were going to get stuck this way. Which would be amusing, he supposed, if he weren’t the one in the middle staring at Rodimus’ aft. It was an attractive aft, yes, but that wasn’t the point.
“Right hand red,” Knock Out announced.
“I’ve so got this,” Blurr said. He grunted as he started to shift, a careful balancing act of all four limbs.
“This is not a sexy game,” Starscream huffed.
Blurr yelped. The play mat ripped. A flailing hand swept Starscream’s one solidly placed leg out from under him.
The carefully balanced tangle of three mechs collapsed in a heap. Starscream eeped as someone kneed him in the side — Blurr probably — but then there was warmth in his lap, and all he could see was a very red, very warm panel.
“I’m so glad I’m not at the bottom of that pile,” Knock Out commented. “You three look ridiculous.”
“Oh, I dunno,” Rodimus huffed as he struggled to sit up, his thighs quite neatly bracketing Starscream’s face. He smirked down at Starscream. “It looks to me like things are about to get interesting.” He wriggled his aft. “Wanna take care of business while you’re down there?”
“I’ve got a pretty good view from where I landed, too,” Blurr piped up, his ex-vents ghosting over Starscream’s inner thigh. “We could make it a two for one.”
Starscream rolled his optics at the two idiots. “Autobot optimism,” he muttered.
Rodimus winked. “It’s the very best kind.”