Long Slow Road
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wyntir_knightTitle: Long Slow Road (Chapter 1 of 4)
Rating: M
Series: G1
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Trailbreaker, Slingshot, Silverbolt, Air Raid, Fireflight, Skydive, Trailbreaker/Silverbolt
Summary: Trailbreaker and Silverbolt have been together for a while, settling into a happy, healthy relationship. But not everyone is happy about the new couple.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.
Author's Note: This story follows More Than Friendship, Rumour Mill,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eloquencelost's fic Picking Your Battles and references To Have and Not To Hold (which comes later).
As always, thanks toeloquencelost for betaing and offering ideas and support.
Chapter 1
Trailbreaker held Silverbolt’s hips tightly as the Concorde rose up, crying out in overload.
“Primus, I love you,” he whispered watching his lover with hungry optics.
Silverbolt collapsed across Trailbreaker’s chest, nuzzling in as the last shivers of his overload moved through his body.
“… love you too …,” Silverbolt murmured quietly.
His hands trailed up the SUV’s sides languidly, trailing soft kisses along his neck and jaw.
“But I’ve done it again,” he murmured apologetically. “I keep overloading before you.”
“Have I ever complained, dearest?” Trailbreaker asked, running his hands over broad wings, relishing in the feel of his lover’s shiver. “I love being able to do that.”
Silverbolt chuckled sending pleasant little vibrations through the plating of Trailbreaker’s shoulder. “Still, I hate leaving you all revved up like this.”
The SUV smoothed his hands over Silverbolt’s wings in a decidedly erotic manner. “Well, no one’s saying that we have to stop at just one overload. Nothing stopping us from trying again.”
Silverbolt’s cry was muffled by Trailbreaker’s neck and another shudder passed through his frame.
“Love, if you keep on touching me like that, you’re not going to get a chance at an overload,” he said, words nearly lost as he continued to hide his face.
“Hrmmm … getting the chance to watch you cry out my name again? I can’t say that that’s a bad thing.”
Silverbolt pulled back and looked at Trailbreaker incredulously until he saw the mischievous smile pulling at his lover’s lips.
“You are insatiable, you know that?” Silverbolt stated point blank, trying to glare down at Trailbreaker and not succeeding very well. He was able to do ‘The Look’ just fine on his brothers, but against Trailbreaker, it never seemed to have the same effect.
“You make it hard not to be,” Trailbreaker replied, running his hands down Silverbolt’s sides. “I don’t think that I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Oh? Sounds like we’re going to need to do an intervention.” Silverbolt nodded sagely as he moved to get out of the berth.
Trailbreaker’s hands tightened around the Concorde’s waist. “Oh don’t you dare, you tease!”
Silverbolt chuckled and settled back in his lover’s arms, kissing him gently. His hands moved slowly over Trailbreaker’s form, trying to drive his lover to overload while controlling his own rising lust.
Trailbreaker arched up against Silverbolt with a cry, his optics darkening to a rich, deep crimson. His hands spasmed against Silverbolt’s hips as his already overcharged systems roared toward overload.
“Sil!” Trailbreaker cried out. “Oh, Primus! Do that again!”
Silverbolt chuckled softly as he ran his finger back over a transformation seam in Trailbreaker’s chest teasing the edges with a stray jolt of static pulled from the air. He leaned in and kissed his lover with a smouldering heat. Needing more of a connection, he drew his hand over Trailbreaker’s port cover. Yes, it wasn’t as close as he was with his brothers, but the hardline connection was still a giddy thrill.
Trailbreaker moaned into the kiss as he opened his port, feeling feverishly for Silverbolt’s. He drew out his lover’s cable with trembling fingers gasping as he felt the Concorde’s fumbling touch on his own. The low growl of Trailbreaker’s engine melded with the higher whine of Silverbolt’s turbines as the two of them raced toward overload.
Neither heard the soft sound of the door opening, but they did hear Fireflight’s tentative whisper.
“Bolt? Can I stay here? I had a nightma-” He cut off with an embarrassed giggle as soon as he realized what he was interrupting. “Oh! I’m sorry!”
Silverbolt sat up suddenly, desperately trying to put his cable away, embarrassment written all over his face. “Flight! Wait, hold on!”
He tried to get out of the berth but his legs tangled with Trailbreaker’s and it was all the SUV could do to stop the Concorde from taking a nasty tumble. Once he was sure Silverbolt was steady, Trailbreaker let go and focused on closing his own port, his optics a fiery blushing red.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Fireflight said, carefully looking away from Trailbreaker. “It’s just that I had a nightmare and I didn’t want to be alone ‘cause it was scary and I-”
“It’s okay,” Silverbolt said, stopping Fireflight before he could really get going. “It’s okay. You can stay here, right, Sweetness?” he asked, looking at Trailbreaker for confirmation.
“Uhm, yeah, sure, of course,” Trailbreaker replied, as he willed his systems to calm down. This wasn’t the first time they had been interrupted by an impromptu jet pile and it wouldn’t be the last.
He held out his arm to the young Phantom. “Come on, ‘Flight. More than enough room for all of us.”
“I’m not interrupting anything?” Fireflight asked, with one last concerned look.
“Get over here,” Trailbreaker chuckled.
That was the last invitation the young Aerialbot needed. He practically threw himself onto the SUV, snuggling into his black side. Silverbolt smiled at the scene. He loved that his family and his lover got along so well. It took a while but his brothers finally came to accept Trailbreaker; well most of them did.
Silverbolt shook off the depression that always came when he thought of how much Slingshot disliked Trailbreaker. Eventually his brother would get over it. He had to.
He slipped back into the berth, cuddling up to Fireflight and Trailbreaker, allowing his fingers to brush over Trailbreaker’s arm apologetically. The SUV caught Silverbolt’s hand and squeezed it gently, accepting and dismissing the need for the apology in one comforting motion.
It didn’t take long for the other Aerials to filter into the room, one by one. Apparently Fireflight had projected his nightmare to them all, though Silverbolt had been too distracted to notice. After several minutes a full-on jetpile was in the bed with Trailbreaker near the bottom. The SUV smiled at Silverbolt as they both settled in with the jets. He’d never had a family, having been assembly sparked specifically for the war, so being accepted by the Aerials meant the world to him. No matter how uncomfortable it got being at the bottom of a pile of five jets got, he never complained, taking it all as part of a package deal.
They were all drifting into recharge with Slingshot pulling his normal routine of squirming about trying to get as close to Silverbolt as possible. It happened every time and everyone tended to make accommodations for him. It wasn’t as if he took up much space and it was easier to give in than to get into a fight over it.
Suddenly Slingshot squirmed violently and his foot connected with Trailbreaker’s side, pushing the SUV out of the berth and onto the floor.
“Oops! Sorry about that,” Slingshot said, completely failing to hide his smirk.
Trailbreaker’s optic band brightened in a flash of irritation before he controlled himself.
“That’s okay, Slingshot,” he said tightly.
“No! It’s not okay!” Silverbolt snapped as he separated himself from his brothers. “You did that on purpose and you know it!”
“I did not!” the Harrier shot back. “It was an accident! If we didn’t have six bodies in the berth we wouldn’t have had this problem!”
Silverbolt’s optics narrowed and a hot flash of irritation blazed over the bond he shared with his brothers.
“Don’t play innocent, Slings! You could have hurt Trailbreaker with that stunt!”
“I’m okay, Sil,” Trailbreaker said softly as he got up.
“But you know what, Slings?” Silverbolt said, completely ignoring that Trailbreaker had spoken. “You’re right. The berth is less crowded with one less body. Get out!”
“Bolt, come on, he said it was an accident,” Air Raid said, coming to his brother’s defence.
“Frag it! I don’t need this slag!” Slingshot spat as he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
“Slings! Come on!” Air Raid called after him before following his brother out of the room. “Nice job, Bolt!” he growled as he crossed the threshold.
“Raid!” Silverbolt protested moving to follow his brothers only to be stopped by Skydive’s hand on his arm.
“You won’t be able to help,” the black and red mech said quietly. “I’ll go talk to them. You stay here.”
With that, Skydive disentangled himself from Fireflight and followed his brothers from the room.
With a sigh, Trailbreaker sat back down on the edge of the berth. “I’m sorry, dearest.”
“Don’t you dare, Trailbreaker! Don’t you dare take the blame on this!” Silverbolt said more sharply than he intended. He cupped his lover’s cheek gently to take the sting out of the words. “It’s not your fault that Slingshot is being irrational.”
“Yeah, but he’s not being irrational, Sil,” Trailbreaker said softly, leaning into the touch. “He’s seeing me as a threat. I guess I can see where he’s coming from.”
“Well I can’t,” Silverbolt grumbled. “And you’re sounding like Smokescreen.”
“Doesn’t mean that I’m wrong. In fact, it probably means that I’m right,” Trailbreaker said with a smile, taking Silverbolt’s hand in his own and nuzzling his palm gently. “Let’s just try to get back into recharge, okay? Things’ll look better in the morning. I promise.”
Silverbolt sighed softly but nodded. “Okay. Okay, if you say so.”
“Uhm,” Fireflight piped up from his place on the berth. “Can I still stay here? I mean, would it be okay?”
Silverbolt chuckled and pulled his brother close. “Of course you can, Flight. Right, ‘Breaker?”
“Of course,” Trailbreaker agreed with a nod.
He settled back onto the berth and pulled the two Aerials close, letting his engine hum softly knowing that the sound would help them both to fall into recharge. The others might not be completely ready to accept him, but at least he had Silverbolt and Fireflight on his side.
Chapter 2
Rating: M
Series: G1
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Trailbreaker, Slingshot, Silverbolt, Air Raid, Fireflight, Skydive, Trailbreaker/Silverbolt
Summary: Trailbreaker and Silverbolt have been together for a while, settling into a happy, healthy relationship. But not everyone is happy about the new couple.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.
Author's Note: This story follows More Than Friendship, Rumour Mill,
eloquencelost's fic Picking Your Battles and references To Have and Not To Hold (which comes later).As always, thanks to
eloquencelost for betaing and offering ideas and support.Chapter 1
Trailbreaker held Silverbolt’s hips tightly as the Concorde rose up, crying out in overload.
“Primus, I love you,” he whispered watching his lover with hungry optics.
Silverbolt collapsed across Trailbreaker’s chest, nuzzling in as the last shivers of his overload moved through his body.
“… love you too …,” Silverbolt murmured quietly.
His hands trailed up the SUV’s sides languidly, trailing soft kisses along his neck and jaw.
“But I’ve done it again,” he murmured apologetically. “I keep overloading before you.”
“Have I ever complained, dearest?” Trailbreaker asked, running his hands over broad wings, relishing in the feel of his lover’s shiver. “I love being able to do that.”
Silverbolt chuckled sending pleasant little vibrations through the plating of Trailbreaker’s shoulder. “Still, I hate leaving you all revved up like this.”
The SUV smoothed his hands over Silverbolt’s wings in a decidedly erotic manner. “Well, no one’s saying that we have to stop at just one overload. Nothing stopping us from trying again.”
Silverbolt’s cry was muffled by Trailbreaker’s neck and another shudder passed through his frame.
“Love, if you keep on touching me like that, you’re not going to get a chance at an overload,” he said, words nearly lost as he continued to hide his face.
“Hrmmm … getting the chance to watch you cry out my name again? I can’t say that that’s a bad thing.”
Silverbolt pulled back and looked at Trailbreaker incredulously until he saw the mischievous smile pulling at his lover’s lips.
“You are insatiable, you know that?” Silverbolt stated point blank, trying to glare down at Trailbreaker and not succeeding very well. He was able to do ‘The Look’ just fine on his brothers, but against Trailbreaker, it never seemed to have the same effect.
“You make it hard not to be,” Trailbreaker replied, running his hands down Silverbolt’s sides. “I don’t think that I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Oh? Sounds like we’re going to need to do an intervention.” Silverbolt nodded sagely as he moved to get out of the berth.
Trailbreaker’s hands tightened around the Concorde’s waist. “Oh don’t you dare, you tease!”
Silverbolt chuckled and settled back in his lover’s arms, kissing him gently. His hands moved slowly over Trailbreaker’s form, trying to drive his lover to overload while controlling his own rising lust.
Trailbreaker arched up against Silverbolt with a cry, his optics darkening to a rich, deep crimson. His hands spasmed against Silverbolt’s hips as his already overcharged systems roared toward overload.
“Sil!” Trailbreaker cried out. “Oh, Primus! Do that again!”
Silverbolt chuckled softly as he ran his finger back over a transformation seam in Trailbreaker’s chest teasing the edges with a stray jolt of static pulled from the air. He leaned in and kissed his lover with a smouldering heat. Needing more of a connection, he drew his hand over Trailbreaker’s port cover. Yes, it wasn’t as close as he was with his brothers, but the hardline connection was still a giddy thrill.
Trailbreaker moaned into the kiss as he opened his port, feeling feverishly for Silverbolt’s. He drew out his lover’s cable with trembling fingers gasping as he felt the Concorde’s fumbling touch on his own. The low growl of Trailbreaker’s engine melded with the higher whine of Silverbolt’s turbines as the two of them raced toward overload.
Neither heard the soft sound of the door opening, but they did hear Fireflight’s tentative whisper.
“Bolt? Can I stay here? I had a nightma-” He cut off with an embarrassed giggle as soon as he realized what he was interrupting. “Oh! I’m sorry!”
Silverbolt sat up suddenly, desperately trying to put his cable away, embarrassment written all over his face. “Flight! Wait, hold on!”
He tried to get out of the berth but his legs tangled with Trailbreaker’s and it was all the SUV could do to stop the Concorde from taking a nasty tumble. Once he was sure Silverbolt was steady, Trailbreaker let go and focused on closing his own port, his optics a fiery blushing red.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Fireflight said, carefully looking away from Trailbreaker. “It’s just that I had a nightmare and I didn’t want to be alone ‘cause it was scary and I-”
“It’s okay,” Silverbolt said, stopping Fireflight before he could really get going. “It’s okay. You can stay here, right, Sweetness?” he asked, looking at Trailbreaker for confirmation.
“Uhm, yeah, sure, of course,” Trailbreaker replied, as he willed his systems to calm down. This wasn’t the first time they had been interrupted by an impromptu jet pile and it wouldn’t be the last.
He held out his arm to the young Phantom. “Come on, ‘Flight. More than enough room for all of us.”
“I’m not interrupting anything?” Fireflight asked, with one last concerned look.
“Get over here,” Trailbreaker chuckled.
That was the last invitation the young Aerialbot needed. He practically threw himself onto the SUV, snuggling into his black side. Silverbolt smiled at the scene. He loved that his family and his lover got along so well. It took a while but his brothers finally came to accept Trailbreaker; well most of them did.
Silverbolt shook off the depression that always came when he thought of how much Slingshot disliked Trailbreaker. Eventually his brother would get over it. He had to.
He slipped back into the berth, cuddling up to Fireflight and Trailbreaker, allowing his fingers to brush over Trailbreaker’s arm apologetically. The SUV caught Silverbolt’s hand and squeezed it gently, accepting and dismissing the need for the apology in one comforting motion.
It didn’t take long for the other Aerials to filter into the room, one by one. Apparently Fireflight had projected his nightmare to them all, though Silverbolt had been too distracted to notice. After several minutes a full-on jetpile was in the bed with Trailbreaker near the bottom. The SUV smiled at Silverbolt as they both settled in with the jets. He’d never had a family, having been assembly sparked specifically for the war, so being accepted by the Aerials meant the world to him. No matter how uncomfortable it got being at the bottom of a pile of five jets got, he never complained, taking it all as part of a package deal.
They were all drifting into recharge with Slingshot pulling his normal routine of squirming about trying to get as close to Silverbolt as possible. It happened every time and everyone tended to make accommodations for him. It wasn’t as if he took up much space and it was easier to give in than to get into a fight over it.
Suddenly Slingshot squirmed violently and his foot connected with Trailbreaker’s side, pushing the SUV out of the berth and onto the floor.
“Oops! Sorry about that,” Slingshot said, completely failing to hide his smirk.
Trailbreaker’s optic band brightened in a flash of irritation before he controlled himself.
“That’s okay, Slingshot,” he said tightly.
“No! It’s not okay!” Silverbolt snapped as he separated himself from his brothers. “You did that on purpose and you know it!”
“I did not!” the Harrier shot back. “It was an accident! If we didn’t have six bodies in the berth we wouldn’t have had this problem!”
Silverbolt’s optics narrowed and a hot flash of irritation blazed over the bond he shared with his brothers.
“Don’t play innocent, Slings! You could have hurt Trailbreaker with that stunt!”
“I’m okay, Sil,” Trailbreaker said softly as he got up.
“But you know what, Slings?” Silverbolt said, completely ignoring that Trailbreaker had spoken. “You’re right. The berth is less crowded with one less body. Get out!”
“Bolt, come on, he said it was an accident,” Air Raid said, coming to his brother’s defence.
“Frag it! I don’t need this slag!” Slingshot spat as he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
“Slings! Come on!” Air Raid called after him before following his brother out of the room. “Nice job, Bolt!” he growled as he crossed the threshold.
“Raid!” Silverbolt protested moving to follow his brothers only to be stopped by Skydive’s hand on his arm.
“You won’t be able to help,” the black and red mech said quietly. “I’ll go talk to them. You stay here.”
With that, Skydive disentangled himself from Fireflight and followed his brothers from the room.
With a sigh, Trailbreaker sat back down on the edge of the berth. “I’m sorry, dearest.”
“Don’t you dare, Trailbreaker! Don’t you dare take the blame on this!” Silverbolt said more sharply than he intended. He cupped his lover’s cheek gently to take the sting out of the words. “It’s not your fault that Slingshot is being irrational.”
“Yeah, but he’s not being irrational, Sil,” Trailbreaker said softly, leaning into the touch. “He’s seeing me as a threat. I guess I can see where he’s coming from.”
“Well I can’t,” Silverbolt grumbled. “And you’re sounding like Smokescreen.”
“Doesn’t mean that I’m wrong. In fact, it probably means that I’m right,” Trailbreaker said with a smile, taking Silverbolt’s hand in his own and nuzzling his palm gently. “Let’s just try to get back into recharge, okay? Things’ll look better in the morning. I promise.”
Silverbolt sighed softly but nodded. “Okay. Okay, if you say so.”
“Uhm,” Fireflight piped up from his place on the berth. “Can I still stay here? I mean, would it be okay?”
Silverbolt chuckled and pulled his brother close. “Of course you can, Flight. Right, ‘Breaker?”
“Of course,” Trailbreaker agreed with a nod.
He settled back onto the berth and pulled the two Aerials close, letting his engine hum softly knowing that the sound would help them both to fall into recharge. The others might not be completely ready to accept him, but at least he had Silverbolt and Fireflight on his side.
Chapter 2