Morning dawned, and Blurr woke feeling sore, exhausted, and parched. The latter might have had something to do with the fact he was hot, so very hot, and sweaty, too. Sometime during the night, he and Starscream had switched places, and now he lay with Starscream draped atop him, feathers a very, very warm blanket. Blurr was squished in the pillows, his sweaty skin sticking to the woven fabric.
Guh.
“Nnn, Starscream.” He pushed at crimson feathers, unsure of which part of Starscream was even in reach. His belly maybe? “Wake up.”
Starscream shifted and purred. Feathers tickled Blurr’s skin. He squirmed.
“Wake up!” Blurr said, louder. He wriggled, but his feet were tangled in the blanket Starscream had draped over him, and yep, there it was. Morning wood present and accounted for.
He shivered as his dick slowly hardened, the tip of it rubbing Starscream’s feathers. He was so soft and warm, and he felt so damn good against Blurr.
“Why? It’s not like we have anywhere to be,” Starscream said in a sleepy voice. But he moved, feathers rustling as he lifted his weight away, but not before brushing their noses together. “Mmm. Good morning.”
“I’m hot,” Blurr complained, and wrinkled his nose. He probably didn’t smell that great either. He needed a bath.
Starscream chuckled. “Yes, you are.” He rubbed his cheek against Blurr’s. “I could get used to this.” He shifted, his belly rubbing Blurr’s dick. “And so could you, I see.”
Blurr absolutely did not blush.
“That does it on its own.” He squirmed. “But I wasn’t joking. I’m really hot, Star. I need some breathing room.” He felt like he were in a sauna. “And a bath. And breakfast.”
Starscream nuzzled him. “And would you like some help with this?” He straddled Blurr’s thighs, and rubbed the back of his knuckles down Blurr’s dick. “In addition to those other things, I mean.”
Blurr’s ears burned. He resisted the urge to reach down and cover himself, even as a wash of cooler air wafted over his body, giving him a chill. His nipples pebbled as his belly flip-flopped. Starscream looked down at him with nothing short of admiration and want.
“You can just ignore it,” he said.
Starscream chuckled and dragged his knuckles up and down again. “Are you sure?” His tongue swept over his lips, his eyes darkening to crimson. “I’d hate for it to go to waste.”
Blurr grabbed a pillow and threw it over his face. “You’re ridiculous,” he said, but his hips pumped forward, his dick throbbing a happy rhythm.
“Your clava doesn’t seem to think so.”
Starscream’s weight shifted. The pillows dipped around Blurr. He didn’t look, but he groaned when heat exhaled over his sensitive flesh.
“Mmm.” Starscream purred and lapped at his slit. “What an interesting breakfast.”
“Oh my god!” Blurr grabbed the pillow covering his face and threw it at the harpy, though Starscream dodged at the last second.
Starscream chuckled, looking up at him with mischief in his eyes. “What?” he said, tone full of innocence, which his actions did not match. He dragged his tongue up the length of Blurr’s dick, ending with a flick to the crown. “Do you not approve of my choice?”
“Not when you call my dick breakfast!” Blurr said, but it didn’t come out as growly as he’d hoped. Instead, it eked into a moan as Starscream closed his lips around the crown of Blurr’s dick and suckled.
Hngh.
Blurr’s hips pumped up, not that they went far with Starscream’s hands cradling his ass. His face burned with both arousal and embarrassment, especially when Starscream sucked him deeper, making a happy little hum in his throat.
Primus, he sounded like he was enjoying himself. His teeth gently scraped along the length of Blurr’s dick as he slowly, but surely, guided Blurr deeper into his mouth. So deep the head of his cock hit the back of Starscream’s throat, and he gasped as he felt Starscream’s throat flex around him. Starscream’s nose was buried in his groin, spit soaking his lips.
He was the hottest fucking thing, and it wasn’t fair, damn it.
Blurr’s heels kicked at the pillows. His body broke out in a sweat, heat attacking him from all directions, as Starscream sucked him like a pro. He worked his throat, and lashed his tongue over Blurr’s dick. And he kept making these sounds. These moans and hums and purrs.
He whimpered, back arching, and he groped for another pillow. He hauled it close and squeezed his arms around it, unable to thrust up against Starscream. All he could do was tremble and writhe in the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as his dick throbbed and throbbed and dribbled pre-come down Starscream’s throat.
“Star…” Blurr moaned, his teeth gritting, his hips twitching in Starscream’s grip. Pleasure thundered through his body, his stomach muscles clenching, his thighs trembling.
Starscream hummed around his dick, making all these obscene slurping noises. His talons pricked at Blurr’s bare thighs, even as wisps of air teased Blurr’s sweat-slick skin.
He sucked Blurr down deep again and then swallowed around the head of his dick, over and over again. Blurr hissed a moan through clenched teeth, squeezing the pillow against his chest. Stars danced behind his eyes as the tightening in his gut finally exploded. His hips jerked up in Starscream’s grip as he shot his load down Starscream’s throat, tasting blood when he bit his lips.
He was going to die like this. Body quaking with pleasure, Starscream’s mouth hot and wet around his dick, and harpy talons pricking at his bare thighs.
He slipped from Starscream’s mouth, but not without Star pressing a parting kiss to it. Blurr peeled his eyes open and peered over the pillow. Starscream had a satisfied look on his face and he rubbed his cheek on Blurr’s thigh, making all these purring noises.
“Better?” he asked.
Blurr groaned and thumped back into the pillows. “You are a menace.”
Starscream chuckled, his exhalations teasing Blurr’s softening dick. “That’s generally not how people say thank you, Blurr.”
“Are you seriously lecturing me on my manners?” Blurr asked, only to suck in a breath as Starscream’s tongue lapped at his dick.
Oh, great. There he went again. Blurr shivered as the wet warmth of Starscream’s mouth attended to his groin. It suckled the last bits of come from his dick, then licked over his balls and the skin around his genitals.
Weird harpies.
“Only because mine are impeccable,” Starscream said, each word resulting in a warm puff against Blurr’s groin. “After all, I’m cleaning my plate.”
Blurr groaned, louder this time. “I think we need to work on your sense of humor.”
Starscream laughed, gave one last lap to Blurr’s dick and then pushed upright, uncurling his hands from Blurr’s hips. He stroked the back of his knuckles down Blurr’s abdomen, and Blurr peeled his eyes open. His heart thudded in his chest, and sweat coated his body in a thin film. He could smell himself, and he was pretty damn ripe.
“My sense of humor is fine,” Starscream said. He crawled up Blurr’s body, one hand plucking away the pillow to toss it aside, before he rubbed his cheek against Blurr’s. “Feel better?”
Blurr’s hands slid up Starscream’s side, carding through feathers. “Yes and no.” He squirmed in the pillows, which clung to his sweaty skin. “I need a bath.’
“We don’t have showers here, but I can take you down to the hot springs,” Starscream murmured, his lips grazing the side of Blurr’s face. “It’s public though.”
“Gah, is everything public with you guys?” Blurr asked, as Starscream’s exhalations teased his ear.
Starscream laughed and nipped his earlobe. “We do not have the same hang-ups about privacy and nudity that humans do. If we wait until late tonight, however, it should be deserted.”
“That long?”
Starscream pressed a kiss to the hollow under his ear. “I have some water and a cloth if that’ll do.”
Blurr shivered. “Yes, please.” He felt sticky and unclean and maybe Starscream couldn’t understand because he was covered in feathers, but damn it, Blurr wanted a bath. He wasn’t accustomed to being dirty.
Starscream pulled back, his lips curved. “Very well,” he said. “And breakfast after, I assume?”
Blurr’s stomach growled, loudly and obnoxiously, offering all the answer Starscream needed. He flushed, but honestly, they’d done so many embarrassing things this morning, he was going to run out of reasons to blush.
Speaking of…
“So do you, um, want me to return the favor?” he asked, as he peered between their bodies, trying to see Starscream’s groin in the shadows. He couldn’t tell if the harpy was aroused or not. Did harpies even get morning wood?
Starscream purred another laugh. “I’m fine,” he said. “But thank you for the courteous offer.”
Starscream stood, easily balancing despite the unstable nature of a pile of pillows beneath him. He offered a hand to Blurr.
“Breakfast and bath?” he prompted with a wriggle of his talons.
“Please,” Blurr said, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate. He rested his fingers over Starscream’s, always impressed by the harpy’s delicacy as he lifted Blurr up and out of the nest of pillows.
He didn’t look behind him. He knew all of the pillows probably needed to be laundered. Evidence of their debauchery no doubt stained the brightly colored fabric. How embarrassing.
Free of the pillows, a light breeze ghosted over Blurr’s skin, and he shivered. His sweat cooled all too quickly, and it still felt odd to know that Starscream’s nest, his room, was not air tight. The branches were woven together, forming a lattice, and one corner of Starscream’s nest was smooth bark, as though he were nestled up against the tree’s trunk.
It felt so cozy Blurr kept forgetting he was technically in a tree.
A small hollow made of woven limbs jutted out from one of the walls. In it rested a medium sized bowl filled with water. Hand towels hung on jutting branches nearby.
“Sorry it’s cold,” Starscream said as Blurr grabbed one of the towels and immediately dipped it into the water.
“Better than nothing.” Blurr slapped the wet towel against his chest and wiped away the dried sweat. “Besides, I seem to remember you promising me some hot springs?”
He felt, more than saw, the warm drag of knuckles up the curve of his ass and to his lower back. “Yes. When I can get you some privacy,” Starscream murmured.
Blurr shivered again. It had nothing to do with the chill. He swallowed thickly and focused on cleaning himself, firmly telling his dick to stand down.
“Privacy is good,” he said, his voice husky, before… uh… other problems became known. “And um, whatever you use for a bathroom around here?”
Starscream chuckled and nuzzled against him from behind. “I’ll show you that as well,” he said with another laugh. “I am nothing if not a good host.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Blurr’s shoulder. “What do you want for breakfast? I have fruit, nuts, and more of the same.”
“Whatever you got.” Blurr’s skin tingled where Starscream’s lips touched. “I’m not that picky.”
“Good to know.” Starscream kissed him at the base of his neck, lips lingering, before he pulled back. “Let me see what I have.”
Blurr looked over his shoulder as Starscream moved away, his heart thumping at the sight. Starscream was so gorgeous, and now here Blurr was, in the aerie. He’d wanted to visit it for ages.
He turned his attention back to getting clean, frowning as he had to pull on his sweat-soaked clothes.
“Do you know where my bag is?” Blurr asked as he tugged on his t-shirt, but forewent the tank top. It had soaked up the worst of the sweat and smelled as a result.
“Bag?” Starscream gestured Blurr to join him at a table, one that had been crafted entirely of wood and woven branches. Two low, backless stools perched around it.
“Yeah, I brought one with me. It has some clean clothes in it, my cell phone. Stuff.” Blurr shrugged. “Probably has my runners, too.”
Starscream swept his tail feathers aside and sat. “I’ll ask Ratchet. I don’t remember seeing a bag.”
“Probably dropped it in the confusion,” Blurr said with a sigh. He took the other stool, feeling like a kid at an adult table as it came up to his chest.
Starscream nudged the bowl toward him. “Take whatever you like. We can look for your bag in a bit.”
Blurr nodded and peered into the bowl. There were all kinds of things in it: nuts and fruits, some berries, too. Stuff he recognized, and stuff he didn’t. Some he wondered where they got it from. Oranges didn’t grow around here. He grabbed a handful of pinenuts and two peaches to start.
“Blurr.”
He nibbled at one peach and looked up at Starscream, who was giving him an odd, almost concerned look. “What’s wrong?”
Starscream leaned against the table. “Can we talk?”
Unease churned in his belly. “About?”
“What you said last night.”
The bite of peach went down like a lump. “I said a lot of things.” Blurr licked juice from his lip and stared down at the peach, his appetite ebbing away. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
Starscream grabbed a crabapple from the basket and twirled it around his fingers. “Last night, you told me your parents made you leave the house.”
A cold chill crawled down Blurr’s spine. “Yeah,” he said, and examined the flesh of the peach like it held all the secrets. “Humans are weird. Things that shouldn’t matter, do. Bad enough that I didn’t want to be what they wanted me to be, but then it turns out, hey, I like men, too. And that wasn’t acceptable.”
“I don’t understand.”
Blurr sighed and made himself look up at Starscream. “I’m the oldest son, and my parents are very traditional. They wanted me to follow a path they laid out for me, and at some point, I realized I didn’t want to live like that, so I didn’t.” He shrugged, though it didn’t feel nonchalant. “They could have lived with me not being a lawyer or a doctor or whatever. But then they caught me kissing one of my male best friends and that was the last straw.”
Starscream frowned. “They disowned you because you are attracted to males?”
“Pretty much.” Blurr scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “I mean, I like women, too. But I didn’t want to be forced to be with one. And I tend to lean toward men anyway.” He shrugged again. “So that’s why I don’t go home. They don’t want me there. Luckily, I got this scholarship that gives me a full ride to Kaon, and I get some prize money from the races, so I can take care of myself.”
One of Starscream’s hands slid across the table, fingers gently touching his wrist. “But they are your family.”
Blurr swallowed thickly. “Not anymore,” he muttered and sighed, pressing the heel of his free hand to his temple. “I’ve got a younger brother. He’s their golden child now. Their only male child if anyone asks. My sister makes them proud, too. I’m just the kid they don’t want anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” Starscream’s fingers curled around Blurr’s wrist, where the peach had started to drip.
Blurr shook his head. “I’ll get over it,” he said as he slipped his hand free and took a huge bite of the peach, forcing it down. “I don’t need anyone who doesn’t want to accept me.”
Starscream looked at him, his eyes dark. He folded his arms against the table. “I never told you how I ended up in Kaon, did I?”
“Not in any detail. You just said that it was better than living in your old flock. Vos, I think?” So many strange names. They tended to tangle together in Blurr’s head.
Starscream’s shoulders hunched. “The rules in Vos are much more rigid than they are here. I am very atypical for a smol in my old flock. I am not deferential, I do not bow, and I was not content to serve as a decoration for my arranged mate.”
“Wait a minute. Arranged?” Blurr wrinkled his nose. “So you had your mate picked out for you?”
“By my parents, yes.” Starscream’s feathers slicked down, his expression darkening further. “I was given to a bara they felt would keep me in line, manage my behavior. Like yours, they could not accept me for who I was.”
Given.
The term made Blurr cold to the core, and his stomach churned. He didn’t like how Starscream hunched, how he shivered as though afraid. He especially didn’t like how the word ‘given’ conjured up terrible, terrible things.
Starscream’s gaze wandered away. “I didn’t give them the chance to disown me. I left, despite only knowing of a rumor of Kaon. I decided dying in the world was better than living in the chains they gave me.”
Starscream sighed and shifted his attention back to Blurr, his smile soft and sad. “Maybe that’s why I was drawn to you in the first place. Some part of me must have known that we had this in common.”
“I think you escaped the worst of it,” Blurr said, but he managed a smile of his own, shaky though it was. “And I’m glad you squirmed your way into my life. I didn’t realize how lonely I was until you came around.” As long as they were being honest anyway.
Starscream’s smile, bigger now and more genuine, was worth it though. “I don’t regret leaving Vos or taking the chance, but there are times I do miss my family. I have a younger brother, too, you know.” The harpy chuckled. “He used to follow me around like a second shadow.”
“So did mine.” Blurr inhaled and exhaled in a slow whoosh before his grumbling stomach reminded him of his breakfast, and he started nibbling on the peach again, this time with bigger bites. “You ever think about going back?”
“No.” Starscream started to peel his apple with his talons, flicking the rind to the floor. “I worry sometimes about Skywarp, but other than that, I have no desire to return to Vos. Kaon is my home, the only aerie that has ever truly felt like one.”
Blurr devoured the rest of the first peach and started in on the second. “Do… uh… I have anything to do with that?”
Starscream smiled. “More than you know,” he said and the feathers of his crown started to lift again, unclamping from their defensive hold earlier. “Are you enjoying your breakfast?”
Blurr laughed. “Yeah. S’good.” He threw a handful of pinenuts into his mouth, and crunched noisily on them. “But is this stuff seriously all you ever eat? Other than cinnamon rolls, I mean.”
Starscream snorted as he sliced the crabapple with a talon and fed himself little slivers. “You are never going to let me live that down.”
“Nope.”
“We eat other things.” Starscream’s tongue flicked over his lips, licking away the juice, and Blurr tried not to stare. “But not meat. The majority of our diet is fruit, vegetables, nuts, and berries.”
Just like a bird, Blurr thought. He grinned to himself. Teasing Starscream about the harpy’s similarity to birds was one of his favorite pastimes. Starscream got so ruffled about it! Adorable.
Blurr swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the sticky sweetness of the peach. “No wonder you’re so sweet then.”
Starscream chuckled. “Have I mentioned how much I love that you notice how sweet I am?”
Blurr’s stomach flip flopped. His face heated. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, the heavy curtain that served as Starscream’s door swept aside. He stared, shocked, as a bright crimson, orange, and yellow harpy strode inside. He was smaller than Starscream, but much brighter. And his feathers were floofier, too.
“Good morning!” the harpy sang in a cheerful tone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
Something in the new arrival’s tone, however, spoke of glee. As though he’d hoped to catch them in the act. In fact, he swung his bright blue eyes around to find Blurr, peering at him curiously.
“Good morning, Rodimus,” Starscream said, his tone instantly dripping with irritation. “Is there something I can help you with?”
The bright harpy – Rodimus apparently – huffed. “Now, is that any way to speak to your Liege-Consort?”
“It is when it’s you.” Starscream popped a handful of candied nuts into his mouth and offered his fruit-bowl to Rodimus. “Did your mate feed you or did you come to pilfer my pantry again?”
Rodimus’ nose twitched. He peered into the bowl. “No raspberries?”
“You know they’re not in season yet.”
“Pity.” Rodimus plucked out a crapabble and gave it a testing sniff. “You never have any of the good stuff.”
“And yet here you are, raiding my store again.” Starscream set the bowl back on the small table and stared at Rodimus. “I repeat, can I help you?”
Rodimus didn’t answer. Instead, he folded his arms behind his back, and turned back toward Blurr. He moved closer, a grin curving his lips.
“Well, you know, it’s morning,” he said as he inched nearer. Blurr resisted the urge to run and hide. He didn’t have anywhere to go after all. “And I’m told that the human here is supposed to go home in the morning. You know how Megatron feels about humans right now.”
“Blurr,” Starscream bit out, though he sounded agitated. “His name is Blurr.”
“Actually, my name is Dae Hyeun. But everyone calls me Blurr,” Blurr corrected just as Rodimus came within sniffing distance. And sniff he did.
Scent, apparently, was a thing for harpies. Rodimus’ nose twitched as he tasted the air, and got close enough for Blurr to feel the heat of his exhalations. He smelled really sweet, Rodimus did. Even more so than Starscream.
“What are you doing?” Blurr asked.
“Yes,” Starscream gritted out, as suddenly there he was, between Rodimus and Blurr, a very tall barrier. “What are you doing?”
“Well, the only humans I ever saw were the hunters,” Rodimus said as he leaned around Starscream, still staring at Blurr as though he were some kind of weird creature. “This one looks a lot nicer. Younger. Smells better. Oh, and prettier.”
Blurr’s ears burned. “Um. Thank you. I think?”
“No touching,” Starscream snarled, and his feathers rose up, making him look bigger. He stuck out an arm, feathers cascading downward, as though trying to hide Blurr. “I mean it, Rodimus.”
“None?” Rodimus blinked, looking innocent. “Can I lick him then?”
“Lick!?” Blurr choked on the candied pecans, his entire face blazing with heat. “Why would you–”
“No licking either,” Starscream said firmly. He dropped his hand and planted both on his hips. “Is that all you wanted? Blurr is not some oddity for you to stare at.”
Rodimus issued an aggrieved sigh and leaned back. “Sorry for being curious.” He tilted his head. “And no, that’s not all I wanted. I am Liege-Consort, you know. I came to make sure you were obeying Megatron’s orders.”
“I don’t believe for a second Megatron sent you. He’s not that crass.”
“He’s still asleep. I came on my own.”
“Liege-Consort?” Blurr repeated, in the middle of their repartee. They’d said the term before, but he hadn’t been able to interject then. “And also, why are you speaking my language?”
Rodimus blinked. “Um, because I know it? And I thought it’d be rude to talk about you without you knowing what I’m saying.” His eyes cut to Starscream. “Should I not have?”
Starscream rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. “He meant, how do you know his language?” He half-turned to address Blurr. “Liege-Consort means that Rodimus is currently mated to Liege Megatron. Or, well, at least they are well on their way to being mated.”
Blurr’s eyes rounded. He looked at Rodimus, who was smaller than Starscream and maybe taller than Blurr, if he wasn’t wearing sneakers. And he remembered Megatron, who towered over Starscream. Who was probably twice Starscream in mass.
“But he’s twice your size!” Blurr blurted out, clutching his sweater close to his chest. He resisted the urge to cross his legs.
Rodimus winked at him. “And twice the fun, if you ask me.” He chuckled. “And I was taught the four most common languages on Cybertron where I’m from. So that’s why I know.”
Blurr felt the color drain from his face. Twice the fun? More like twice the pain. Twice the ouch. Twice the how the fuck do they manage to fit?
“Actually, there’s been a change of plans.” Starscream swung back toward Rodimus. “I’d like Blurr to stay for a few days, show him around the Aerie. That is, if you think Megatron would approve. And if it wouldn’t bother you.”
Rodimus’ face brightened. “Of course he can stay!” He threw out his hands. “He’s very welcome here.” He paused and crinkled his forehead. “Only might want to keep him away from the twins. They’re still pretty fidgety.”
“And you’re not?” Starscream asked.
Rodimus shrugged, and his grin got even wider. “I trust you, Star. You say Blurr’s safe, I believe he’s safe.”
Starscream made a sound Blurr didn’t recognize. “Very well. And thanks for the warning. I will keep our distance from the twins.”
“Twins?” Blurr echoed around a mouthful of peach. “Harpies have twins?”
“Rarely. They are a special case.” Starscream turned back toward Blurr, his expression shifting toward seriousness. “Remember when I said that the whole aerie was in lockdown? It was partly because of him.” He gestured over his shoulder at Rodimus.
“Hey! It’s not like I wanted to be kidnapped by humans!” Rodimus barked, but his face flushed. He folded his arms over his chest and looked away. “It’s not my fault.”
“Whoa. You were kidnapped by humans?” Blurr’s gaze darted between the two harpies, and he was again reminded of how small he was in comparison. Except maybe to Rodimus. “I mean, I’d heard that there were some shitty people out there, but man. I’m sorry. I promise I’m not like them.”
Rodimus managed a smile. “I know. Star wouldn’t like you if you were. But you might want to be careful where you go while you’re here. The twins aren’t the only ones who are twitchy.”
Well, that explained why the two guards were so aggressive right off the bat. Blurr supposed he’d be suspicious of any human, too, if his leader’s mate got kidnapped by humans.
“He’ll be fine. I’ll be with him,” Starscream said.
“Actually….” Rodimus unfolded his arms, and though Blurr didn’t know him that well, he knew a twinkle of mischief when he saw one. “You have a shift with Shockwave, remember? And you know how Megatron feels about shirking duties.”
Starscream hissed a groan, but Rodimus didn’t so much as flinch, so Blurr assumed it wasn’t a threatening or angry sound. Starscream’s feathers slicked down, and his shoulders drooped.
“Does that mean I have to stay in here?” Blurr asked. Disappointment gnawed at his belly, but he tried not to let it show on his face.
“That’s probably be–”
“I can show him around!” Rodimus skirted around Starscream before he could do much of anything and bounced to Blurr’s side. “What do you say, Blurr? I could give you a tour, introduce you to the others. The ones that won’t hate you, I mean. It’s better than staying cooped up in this nest, right?”
Blurr blinked. His gaze ever so slowly slid to Starscream, who sighed a heavy sigh and palmed his face.
“You’re safe with Rodimus,” he said, sounding very put-out. “So it’s your choice, Blurr. And Rodimus, no touching. Especially without his permission.”
Rodimus rolled his eyes. “I know that, Star.” He leaned in close to Blurr and winked. “But if you give me permission, it’s totally okay, right? Because you smell pretty good and look really soft, and I’m curious.”
Blurr managed a small, nervous laugh. “No touching,” he confirmed. And as for smelling good? No way. He stank. He needed a shower like yesterday.
“You two need to learn how to have fun,” Rodimus said with a visible pout. He did, however, back off. Proving he wasn’t a complete asshole. “You still want the tour though, right? I know all the fun stuff to do. Since Star here is such a stick in the mud.”
Starscream scraped the heel of his palm down his face. He did not, however, rebut Rodimus’ claim. Probably because he had to do it too often.
Blurr pushed himself to his feet and dusted off his jeans, trying not to notice how dirty and wrinkled they were.
“Yeah, I still want the tour,” Blurr said and eased closer to Starscream. “I mean, it’s only for a little while, right? And maybe we can find my stuff while we’re at it.”
Starscream hooked a hand around his waist and tugged him against Starscream’s side, until he was surrounded by Starscream’s feathers. “Just until midday meal.” He nuzzled Blurr and made Blurr’s hair even more tangled than it already was. “Though I’d rather stay in my nest all day.”
Rodimus chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure you would.”
Blurr’s face burned again.
“You hush,” Starscream said with a little growl. His arm curved around Blurr, until he could press a knuckle under Blurr’s chin and tilt his head up.
He looked up into Starscream’s face, the harpy’s expression soft and warm. “I will see you at lunch,” Starscream murmured, his forehead pressing to Blurr’s.
Blurr swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
Starscream’s mouth curved into a smile before he leaned down far enough to brush his lips over Blurr’s. The kiss was chaste, barely a connection of their mouths. Yet, it made Blurr flush with heat, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Adaptus, you two are adorable,” Rodimus said as Starscream drew away, taking his warmth with him.
Blurr resisted the urge to yank him back. Starscream had responsibilities. They couldn’t very well spend the day in the nest.
“Hush,” Starscream said, but the rebuke was mild, and his expression was pleased. His feathers fluffed and twitched as though he preened. “And take good care of him, Rodimus. Or so help me–”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rodimus flicked a hand through the air. “Go on, Starscream. I got this.”
Blurr crossed his arms and nodded. “I’ll be fine.” So long as he didn’t run into any more of those really big Harpies. Especially not Ratchet, who seemed to pretty much hate his guts, or those two guards who had been ready to attack him.
“I know you will be.” Reluctance was written into Starscream’s face. “All right. Fine. I’m going. You two have fun.” He turned and swept back the curtain that served as his doorway. He gave one last look to Blurr before he ducked under the curtain and left.
Blurr slid his gaze toward Rodimus, who was grinning from ear to ear. “So,” he chirped with a wriggle of his hips. “What do you want to see first?”
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