Megatron's twin

133: Part 2: Party!

"I wanna read it." I started.

"No you don't." Op said.

"Oh I'll read it to you." Meg said, embarrassing old friends seems to be his speciality. "Now, do you want me to start at the start or the cringy fanfictions he wrote about himself?" Meg asked.

Optimus glared at me as if our relationship was on the line.

"The start?" I suggested.

Meg cleared his intake and with a very sassy, bitchy tone, "OMG I got a datapad! No one can read this except for me-"

I had already started cringing and Optimus disparately tried to snatch it out of his servos, he failed.

"And if you do, you'll meet the wrath of a librarian trained in 70 DIFFERENT MARTAIL ARTS- Lie." Meg noted.

This time I snatched it from him and tucked it away.

"Hey." Meg started, then realized Soundwave had downloaded it and shrugged.

Oppy still seemed to be frozen, his vents working up a whirl wind in an attempt to keep him cool. "I want it back." He squeaked. I dunno if he wanted it to burn it or to read all the good old memories.

"We can read though it later." I said and snatched another cube, handing it to him, he declined.

"Suit yourself." I shrugged and drowned myself in it. "I saw some thick bushes over there." I added as I slapped his nice thighs again. And slowly moved them higher.

Meg tried to look away, but his optics were held prisoner.

"Umm." Oppy started awkwardly and noticed Trion staring at him from his place over a fire. "Later?" He suggested.

I scowled, "Suit yourself." I said and swallowed his faceplate, at least I offered him privacy.

I heard Meg and Soundwave scrambled away as Oppy reluctantly kissed back.

Then we heard a sad, drunken sigh from beside us. It was Bee, "I wish I could kiss bots."

"What are you talking about, just-" Then I realized that his intake was covered. "-Use your digits." I finished awkwardly.

Bee slowly nodded and walked over to Darksteel. At that point Oppy had me avert my optics. So we just snuggled as the remainder of the night was blurred into a drunken haze.

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We woke up in the bushes.

"Did we do anything funky?" I asked, "I forgot, like, everything." I added from my spot on his chassis.

"No." Optimus said.

"Damn."

"You started to insist hugs only." He added as I slowly sat up. "They already packed up." He said, noticing my frowny frown.

"I'm not gonna complain." I said, I wasn't gonna clean up even if I had too. "Meg left too?" I asked.

"Halfway through the party I think." Op shrugged.

"Well...." I started and pulled something out of my chassis, "That means we can-"

"Nope." He said and tried to snatch it back. His fumbling digits missed.

I opened it up to a random panel, "At least Meg isn't reading it aloud." I teased as he fell to the ground, "So, how old were you?" I asked and opened to a random panel titled 'The datapad detective'.

"Um." Oppy started, "I wrote dates in it." He added and I told him the date, "Er, seventeen vorns?" He suggested.

"Aw, you were still a mechling." I said and patted his helm, he blushed and buried his faceplate into the ground. "Anyway, this one's called 'The datapad detective.'" I stated, "That ring any bells?" I asked.

"That's one of the... Better stories." He cringed.

I flipped through to another panel, One vorn later, "This one is called, Trion will kill me if he finds out." I said, "Creative titles." I noted.

"You don't want to read that." He grumbled.

"Who's Jazz?" I asked, already halfway through. "You really had no idea how to frag-" I said and cut myself off after reading some very vivid descriptions.

Then Egg stumbled through a bush, with four chicks in tow.

Four? I did a double check, it was just a stuffed toy chicken. "Where'd that come from?" I asked Egg.

Trion made it, now, I'm hung over and the chicks are drunk, somehow, look after them. She blurted out and fell over.

We looked over to the Chicks, Copper somehow managed to fit Gold's helm into his beak and Zinc had wondered over to Oppy, starting to peck his interface panels.

He squeaked at the others and with a rush of speed and Gold almost breaking his neck, they too, were pecking at his interface plating.

"What's going on?" Oppy asked.

"They're drunk." I said as they started looked over to me expectantly. "You wanna see us frag?" I asked.

They all nodded in unison.

"You're too young." I stated.

"And that's not what you do in front of someone else." Oppy added.

They all tilted their helms.

"For one, you don't normally show private plating to others, let alone chicks. And secondly, fragging is a more private ritual shared between lovers." I explained.

They huffed angrily and sat down. Then Copper jumped up and drew in the sand, "Can we frag-"

"When you're older." Oppy said.

"-each other?" Copper finished.

"Ah..." Oppy said.

"Ahh, for us that would be incest and not really accepted but I don't know if that's different for chickens." I said, "Anyway- wanna read a story?" I asked.

They all looked up in excitement.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said and turned on the datapad. "Would you say, 'The datapad detective' is age appropriate?" I asked Oppy.

His shoulders slumped but he reluctantly nodded.