Yeager Chronicles: After Extinction

16: Cade

He tried again. It has been months since he tried to get his mind off of everything that had only recently happened. Okay, recently accounted for about two months of inactivity and zero communication with his daughter. He flat out ignored Shane and his very existence.

No, he hadn't tried to make anything for months... years even. But he had to try.

Cade had resigned himself to never seeing Optimus again, much against what he hoped. Logic took over, and logic is a bitch. However much he wanted to ignore it, it would come and slap him in the face to wake him back up to reality: Optimus isn't coming back.

He had to move on. It had been five years and nothing was going to change the fact that he wasn't ever coming back. What was even causing him to have these feelings? They just... didn't belong.

Mindlessly, Cade reached for a wrench that had fallen from his workbench and chucked it back down. Might as well avoid tripping in here. The rest of the 'bots didn't even come to the barn, if anything they may not even know that Cade got hurt. Even if that were the case, he'd make it out sometime, hopefully. Usually.

He sat down, eyeing over everything on his table in his sacred place. After all, this was his temple of invention and innovation.

His eyes traveled away from his bench, away from the spare and mangled metal to the wall. His 'alien gun' still was leaning against the wall under a large American flag. Part of him was glad he had it but... another part of him almost wished those times never happened.

He couldn't allow himself to be contrite, Cade had to keep moving. Mindlessly grabbing a circuit board, he just let his hands do the work. No rhyme nor reason, his hands led the way. Allowing his mind to travel just like it has done for the last few years. But more specifically about Tessa, and how to possibly deal. Cade could never say he didn't love her, it was the absolute farthest thing from the truth!

He cared for her, so much. She was all he had left for family, by blood. But something even he couldn't understand: why'd she lie? Didn't she know that she could talk to him about anything. Anything at all. Well, that didn't stop her from hiding that she was dating Shane so what should he have expected? He couldn't hold in his groan, it was pissing him off. What the purpose of being lied to? What'd she have to gain from that? Not to mention, it wasn't even from her where the truth fell, but her oh-so good boyfriend.

Cade still found that he didn't much care for him, though with him at least telling the truth on the matter, he looked better in his eyes. Was Cade still disappointed in the pair? Oh hell yeah. It wasn't like Shane tried to better communication between himself and Cade. He really tried to just avoid him, much like Cade was doing to him.

His concentration was pulled away from the circuit board, to a small humming that seemed to fill the room. A sound that was soft that gently raddled against the walls. He placed down the little barely touched board and got up. His back popped as he straightened, making him grimace, making him realize how much he hadn't moved. Cade followed the ever growing hum. With each heavy step, the hum became louder, but it sounded soft. Something didn't quite set well with Cade.

He walked down towards the large doors, still following the sound. It had grown soft to his ears. When he pushed through, he was more than a little surprised in what he saw. Silver and blue mech atop the green resting against the large in his front yard. They didn't notice him standing there, and part of him wanted to not be seen.

Well, frankly, he didn't quite understand what was going on between the pair. Cade just watched as Drift's hands just stroked against Crosshairs' sides. Crosshairs' hands held Drift's thighs, massaging. Little lights along his frame lit up. Drift's engines gave a soft rumble, pleasantly aching deeper into the green mech.

Cade was confused, but still he marveled at the pair. Dangerous fighters, with weapons or words, yet they could be so delicate with each other. He found out rather quickly what they were doing when Drift brought his face to Crosshairs'; kissing the green mecha made both of their engines roll. Cade wasn't sure if he liked what he saw or what he should feel, all he knew was that he stepped out in a bad moment. Or rather, an intimate one.

He didn't notice that he made a sound until two pairs of optics looked at him. Part of him felt small, unintentional, he didn't walk in on someone else being intimate, he certainly didn't wish to be now! But unfortunately for him, it was too late for him not to be noticed. He could tell by the way Drift Crosshairs was holding Drift's legs that he was the one that was the most uncomfortable. Drift, though he wasn't so pleased to say that it ended, but he was glad to see Cade up and about. Out of the barn. "Cade," his voice poked with static, like he was close to something. He ignored it. "You're out," Drift added softly.

Cade turned his head away, off towards the west, distracting himself with the blinding light. "Yeah, I'm out," blandly. "Uh sorry for erm... interrupting you guys." He gulped although neither Drift or Crosshairs heard. "I didn't think y'all did this sorta thing."

"Well, now my buzz is gone," Crosshairs quietly groaned, straightening himself and Drift. Drift gave him a look, shutting him up. He sighed but before he could add anything Crosshairs got there first. "We ain't animals Cade. Everyt'ing in the 'verse has some sorta in'ercource." His hands were sit on Drift, slowly roaming his hips as they sat now against the tree. Drift was actually on Cross, leaning against him while he leaned against the tree.

It'd been years since Cade felt any sort of embarrassment, especially when it came to sexual matters. He couldn't hide the heat growing in his cheeks. Indeed, he had certainly walked in on an intimate time. Now he really wished he stayed in the barn and ignored the sounds. But, like that weird saying with a cat: curiosity killed the cat, even if that cat was a fully grown man and had walked out into two giant alien robots just doing foreplay. Or something.

"Not quite what I was expecting, I've gotta say." Yeah, really not what I was expecting, he thought, fighting off the flush in his face. Drift gasped, catching Cade off guard. His optics flickered, leaning further into Crosshairs. Cade looked back at the two, seeing a very relaxed Drift. Then he caught the view of black and green hands, seemingly pulling wires. Is that what gets these guys off? He couldn't help himself from smile. Dirty old man, thinking about how Cybertronians have sex. But at any rate, who hasn't at one point or another? (Hehe, the Author had to hold in her cackle when writing that. Hell, she laughed writing this entire chapter!)

"W-what brought you o-out, Ca-ade?" Drift stumbled on his words. Crosshairs had a kind of intimidating smirk lining his face as he distracted Drift casually, continuing to pluck a few wires slightly hidden by hip plating. Cade's embarrassment faded to curiosity, how simply touching the right wires could mean pleasure. Or, that was what he assumed, based only on Drift's face alone.

"You likin' wha' you're seein' Cade?" Crosshairs plucked a particularly sensitive cluster of wires on Drift, making him keen. His curiosity faded and startelement caught him again, and he faced away, trying to concentrate on Drift's question over Crosshairs. And right now, he should've walked away but something kept him there. He breathed through his nose. "I came out to see what I was hearing, and uh, y'all were what I heard."

Crosshairs' optics were drawn down, ignoring him. The sun's light now cascading over his green finish. Cade saw that now may be a good time to leave, while he hadn't seen something that he would always remember. Junior prom was enough for his eyes.

He shoes rustled the grass. When was the last time he'd taken them off? Now that he thought about it, he wasn't so sure. All he knew is that he probably shouldn't hang around those two. Crosshairs seemed pretty okay with him seeing whatever, though even at first he seemed tense. Weird out robot. Cade, for this time, could stand to avoid seeing another mecha get revved up; especially in front of him. But, something popped into his head. If they had sex, would Optimus do that sort of thing or was he the kind of mech to abstain?

Oh, Cade shouldn't tease himself these kinds of thoughts. Optimus wasn't coming back.