[TF] Uncharted Territory 17/28
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dracoqueen22Title: Uncharted Territory
Universe: Transformers AR, Flights of Fancy AU
Characters: Blurr/Starscream, Original Human Character(s), Sari Sumdac, Miko Nakadai, Ratchet, Megatron, Rodimus, Red Alert, Others
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Harpy/Human Sexual Content
Summary: There were a lot of things Blurr knew with great certainty: his path, his future, his happiness. Then Starscream swooped into his life and turned everything upside down in the best possible way.
Chapter Seventeen
Something sang merrily, yanking Blurr from a dream involving feathers, teeth, and Starscream curved over him, panting into his ear as he thrust hard against the back of Blurr's thighs.
Blurr groaned and tried to pull a pillow over his head, but the pillow wouldn't move, and instead, it growled at him.
"Turn off your damn alarm."
That wasn't Starscream's voice. Blurr peeled his eyes open and rolled toward the annoying music, groping blindly for his cell phone. The flashing screen guided his hand, and he fumbled for the off button, finally dropping them into a blessed silence.
His pillow growled again. "Get up and take a shower."
The bed creaked as Rathi rolled away from him, taking the blankets with her. Morning person, she was not. That sunny personality didn't show up until at least nine a.m.
Blurr sighed and dragged himself out of the comforting embrace of Rathi's expensive bed. She'd drawn the shades on the windows last night, but even so, Blurr could faintly make out the coming sunrise.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. He had maybe three hours of sleep, at best. He should have known better than to stay up late drinking with Rathi. She could outdrink anyone, and Blurr was already a lightweight. But it felt good to kick back and relax, rather than sit around moping because he missed Starscream.
He showered quickly, borrowing Rathi's shampoo and body wash because he didn't care if he smelled like sandalwood and amber, and tousled his hair into some sort of taming. It was getting too long. He needed a hair cut before he had to start investing in scrunchies.
He emerged in a billow of steam and was immediately smacked in the face with the smell of coffee. Blurr's mouth watered. He shoved his dirty clothes into his bookbag and wandered into the kitchen, where Rathi leaned backward against a counter, cupping a coffee mug like it was her salvation.
"You hit snooze on your alarm, not off," she growled at him, adding in a baleful look, her hair a frizzy mass of loose waves around her face. "I'm not supposed to be up for two more hours, but here I am."
"But you made coffee, and that makes you the sweetest thing," Blurr said. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and pulled a mug from the cupboard. Everything was where he remembered it. "Any chance you made breakfast?"
"There are frozen waffles."
"Ooo. My favorite."
Blurr dumped a healthy amount of creamer into his coffee, then pulled out the box of waffles from the freezer. He gave them a tentative sniff -- freezer burned all to hell -- and shrugged. They'd do. With enough syrup and powdered sugar anyway. He pulled out four and popped them into the toaster, seeking out toppings while they warmed up.
"You owe me, Dae."
He looked over his shoulder and quailed a little at the hot anger behind Rathi's tired-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry?"
"That's not good enough." Rathi slurped her coffee, and she drank it hot and black, enough to sear the tongue. Blurr didn't know how she did it. "Give me answers instead."
Blurr groaned and knocked his forehead on the cupboard door. "You mean to the questions I wouldn't answer last night, no matter how much alcohol you fed me?"
"Yep." Rathi popped the word and gave him a sharkish grin. "Details, baby. Details. Soothe my sleepiness with some fire."
"I haven't had enough coffee or sugar for this," Blurr muttered as the toaster popped up four waffles, golden and crispy and somewhat soggy in the middle. He clattered them on a plate, slathered them with butter, sprinkled powdered sugar over that, then drenched them with maple syrup.
Rathi trailed him to the dining table, and sat down across from him, still cupping her coffee. She stared at him over the rim of it, her eyebrows raised.
Blurr scrubbed at his eyes. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"What it's like having sex with a harpy? How human are they? What's it like kissing him?" Rathi asked, and in that moment, she sounded a bit like Sari and Miko when they were in the middle of an interview.
"One question at a time, Primus." Blurr shoveled half a waffle into his mouth, letting the time he spent chewing allow him to think. "Kissing him is normal, I guess. I mean, he's got the fangs so I gotta be careful, but other than that, it's just like kissing a human." Except for the really long tongue, but damn did Rathi not need to know that.
She slurped noisily at her coffee. "Go on."
"You're lucky there's waffles." Blurr sighed and tried not to squirm. He was an adult. He could talk about sex like an adult. "And we haven't had, you know, that kind of sex yet."
Rathi arched one eyebrow at him. "That kind of sex?" she parroted. "Really, Blurr. Are we in middle school? Have you touched his dick or not?"
He was never going to see Starscream again, because he was going to die of embarrassment right here in this chair. Or he was going to choke to death on a waffle. He should learn not to underestimate Rathi's tact, or lack thereof.
Blurr dropped his fork and focused on his coffee, swallowing to soothe his throat and force that last bite of waffle down. "You're shameless."
"This still comes as a surprise to you?" Rathi got up and moved to the coffeepot, topping off her mug. "Answer the question or I'll be forced to take back my generous offer of waffles."
"It's called a clava, and yes, I've touched it," Blurr said with a sigh. "It's dick-shaped, but it looks different than a human's."
"Proportional?"
The tips of Blurr's ears turned red. "Yeah."
Rathi whistled and came back to the chair, setting her cup down before pulling her hair into a haphazard, messy bun. "You brave pioneer." She grinned and looked a little dazed. "Is it as pretty as he is?"
"... Yes."
"I knew it!" Rathi crowed and slurped noisily at her coffee.
Blurr stuffed a whole waffle into his mouth, without caring that syrup was dribbling over his chin and sticking to his cheek.
"Still, that does mean he's a bit bigger than you. Maybe you should take the lead for a start," Rathi said. She tipped her head, drumming the fingers of one hand on the table. "He's got those talons, probably not much good for prepwork either." She sat up straight as if she'd gotten an idea. "Say, do you want to borrow my strap-on?"
"Primus, Rathi!" Blurr almost choked on another bite of waffle.
She watched him cough without a hint of shame on her face. At least she looked more alive with the coffee in her veins. "Is that a no?"
"Wow, would you look at the time? I've gotta go, or I'm going to be late to class." Blurr stuffed the last bit of waffle into his mouth, washed it down with the rest of his coffee, and took both to the sink.
Rathi laughed. "Coward."
Blurr vanished into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He wasn't a coward. If he was, he'd have never invited Rathi to use the damn strap-on in the first place. But the idea of bringing it to Starscream made him turn hot all over, and he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or delight. He didn't want to find out either.
No, thank you.
He came out of the bathroom, stowed his toothbrush, and turned to tell Rathi goodbye, only to come face to face with a tupperware dish.
"If I make curry for your ungrateful ass, you better take the leftovers home," Rathi said.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Blurr said, eagerly stashing the tupperware into his bag. It was going to be his dinner. “You’re the best.”
“Yes, I am.”
Blurr slung his backpack over his shoulder and slipped into his shoes. As near as he could tell, he was good to go, with a few minutes to spare, especially if he jogged. He didn’t get far before Rathi grabbed him and reeled him in for a hug.
"Just be careful, idiot," she said as he wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. Blurr would never admit to squeaking. "If you guys keep doing what you're doing, or decide to try 'that kind of sex' just be prepared. Lots of lube. Condoms. Stretching. You know the drill."
Blurr groaned and knocked his forehead against her shoulder. "Thank you for the lesson in anal sex, Rathi. It's like I've never done it before."
"Don't be an ass. I happen to know you're very good at it." She winked and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Now go to class so I can crawl back in bed for another hour."
“I’m going.” Blurr pecked a kiss on her cheek and let himself out of her apartment, far more at ease than he’d felt in the past week or so.
Rathi was right. He needed to talk to Starscream, and he needed to be prepared. He wasted his time by pushing important things aside. Instead of running himself in circles, he should pick a straightforward path.
Blurr went to class, rushing to Nova Hall and sliding into a seat before he could be counted as late. He paid attention for once, took studious notes that would make Starscream proud, and then was out of his seat and out of the lecture hall before anyone else.
It was Thursday.
Starscream hadn’t returned yet, but it would be any day now and Sunday at the latest.
Inevitable progression. Rathi’s words had reminded him of something important. Inevitable progression, and the preparation it would require.
Blurr didn’t go straight home. Instead, he went to a drugstore located near campus but across the busy two-lane highway. Determination carried him inside with a firm set of his shoulders, snagging a basket from the stack near the door. He followed the signs to the appropriate aisles and…
Inevitable progression.
Blurr stood in the personal care aisle of the drug store, holding a box of condoms in each hand, and wondered if maybe… maybe he was in a little over his head. Did they even need condoms? Would this fit? He tried to compare what he thought the size of the condom was, to the clava he’d measured with his hands, and his brain stalled.
In his right hand, Blurr held his usual brand. It would fit his own dick, it was comfortable, and it was ribbed for pleasure. He didn’t know if the ribs would even matter, or if they would help with Starscream’s pleasure, but it was a brand he was comfortable with.
He shrugged and tipped the box into his basket. If all else failed, he’d have enough for himself. Right?
Right.
What remained, however, was getting something for Starscream. Though part of Blurr quailed at the idea of letting that massive di-- clava – inside of him. Sure, he’d seen dildos that looked weirder, but he’d never used one of equal size.
Would the extra-large even fit? Would the almost conical shape of the head tear the condom? Was Starscream allergic to latex? To spermicide?
Blurr gnawed on his bottom lip.
He glanced at the cashier, looking bored as she rifled through her magazine. She didn’t seem at all interested in his internal dilemma. She would be no help at all. Neither would Starscream, for that matter. It wasn’t like he had lots of experience with human things before Blurr came along.
Lube!
Blurr clutched the box of extra-large condoms, without putting them in his basket, and started searching the shelves again. At the very least, he could buy lube. Lots of lube. No way was that clava fitting inside of him without lube.
Water-based? Oil-based? Double-pack? Single-pack? Too many options. Too many decisions. Why was this such a stressful experience?
Choosing his sex accessories used to be a lot easier.
Blurr glanced again toward the counter. The cashier ignored him. But the front door dinged, and a trio of laughing young women came inside, making a beeline for the cold and flu medicine the next aisle over. They hadn’t noticed him. Maybe they wouldn’t.
Except that the feminine products were right behind him. What if they needed some tampons? Would it bother them to see him standing here, a box of extra-large condoms in his hand?
Primus.
He tossed the two-pack of lube into his basket – better price per volume – and hastily shoved the box of condoms in there, too. If he ended up with a box he couldn’t use, oh well. Maybe if he left them in the dorm lobby, someone else would snatch them up. That way they wouldn’t go to waste.
The front door donged again. Blurr glanced over the short aisles to see one of his fellow teammates striding inside, heading straight toward the back with a purpose. Blurr ducked down so as not to be noticed, and then rolled his eyes at himself. This was a perfectly normal thing to be buying. It wasn’t like most of the team didn’t know he was gay – bi – whatever.
Still, he felt like he had a blinking sign over his head. “Harpy-Lover Here! Buying condoms! Point and stare!”
Argh.
Blurr blindly shoved the condoms deeper into his basket and strode toward the checkout counter, quick as he could. He glanced down at his purchases and blanched.
Condoms? Check. Two kinds? Check. Lube? Check.
Anything else?
Negative.
He looked like he was about to have a very wild and crazy night.
On impulse, Blurr swung into the next aisle over, only to nearly run smack dab into the three women who’d come in earlier. They looked up at him and giggled. One of them blushed and quickly whispered in her friend’s ear. They giggled again.
Great.
Blurr edged past them, spotted two boxes of strawberry poptarts, and shoved them into his basket. There. More normal, right?
He spun on a heel and headed for the counter, tossing a few more random things into his basket as he passed. A pack of potato chips, a box of tissue, chapstick, and three chocolate bars. Starscream loved chocolate almost as much as he loved strawberries.
The essentials were buried under his random selections. Blurr felt a little like an idiot, but he strode up to the counter as nonchalant as he possibly could.
Georgia, the cashier, set aside her magazine and straightened. “Afternoon!” she greeted with much more cheer than Blurr would have expected. “Find everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Blurr set the basket on the counter and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs.
“Glad to hear it.” She grinned and started unpacking his basket, tossing his items into a paper sack without so much as blinking at his purchases.
The condoms, however, had to be dragged across a security sensor device, and one of them – the extra large of course – kept donging negatively. Georgia’s eyes narrowed as she dragged the box over the sensor again and again.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “This brand always gives me a hard time.”
Blurr giggled before he could stop himself, his nervous tension speaking for him.
Georgia’s face pinked and she laughed, too. “Wow, poor choice of words, huh?”
“Or great choice,” Blurr replied.
They chuckled in unison. Finally, the box gave a cheerful chime of agreement and into the bag it went. Sparkly painted fingers danced over the register keys, and the monitor offered up his total.
Blurr swiped his card and breathed a sigh of relief when the transaction was approved without further issue. Georgia handed him his receipt and his bag, giving him another big smile full of bright, white teeth.
“Have a good day! And thank you for your purchase.”
Blurr did his best not to snatch the incriminating bag, all but bulging, the paper sack rattling. “Thanks,” he said, and scurried out the door before the trio of ladies or his teammate could catch him. He hastily shoved the sack into the bottom of his backpack, beneath his tupperware of curry, his face hot and red all over.
He surged out the front door, and in his haste, nearly collided with someone lurking outside. He quickly sidestepped to avoid a collision, an apology spilling from his lips.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” he said as he looked up at the stranger.
Or not so stranger actually.
“Blurr! What a coincidence!” Sari beamed at him, chameleon green streaks in her hair and jangling earrings making for a musical chime every time she moved her head. “Fancy running into you here. Is Starscream with you?”
Blurr sighed. “He doesn’t go with me everywhere, you know. He has a life outside of this place.”
“Yeah, but he seems to enjoy spending most of his time with you.” Sari waggled her eyebrows like he was supposed to understand what that meant.”
“Most, but not all,” Blurr said. He pointedly looked around, not seeing Miko lurking in the shadows, or Richard peering through binoculars from far away. Not that he’d ever caught either of them doing that.
Sari hummed in her throat. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Like I told Miko, sometime soon, I’d guess. I don’t own him.” Blurr adjusted the straps of his backpack. “Besides, I already agreed to one interview, isn’t that enough?”
Sari snapped her fingers with delight. “You’re right! Thank you for that, by the way. You have no idea how much it means for us, and how much it’s going to help human-harpy relations.”
“You’re welcome.” Blurr glanced around them again, but no more members of HARP were waiting to pop out of the shadows apparently. He wanted lunch and there two footlongs sitting in his fridge. “Anyway…”
Sari laughed. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of work to do, probably preparing for Starscream to come back, am I right?” She winked at him, and Blurr had a feeling she was trying to hint at something.
Blurr squinted at her. "What kind of preparations do you think I need?"
"How should I know? Maybe he's got a special diet." Sari giggled and tossed him a wink. "Anyway, I've got to go. I'm supposed to be meeting Miko for lunch, and she gets cranky when she's hungry. Toodles!"
Sari wriggled her fingers at him in farewell and flounced away, humming under her breath. As she did so, she pulled out her cell phone and started to dial, no doubt to call Miko.
Blurr sighed. He rubbed his temple. He didn't, for one second, think anything about that meeting was innocent. Sari and Miko were too smart, too insightful, for their own good.
Preparations though.
Blurr thought about his recent drugstore purchases, shoved to the bottom of his bag. She was right about preparations. Inevitable progressions and preparations.
He shouldered his bag and went home. There were two footlongs calling his name, and it would be rude to decline their offer.
***
Universe: Transformers AR, Flights of Fancy AU
Characters: Blurr/Starscream, Original Human Character(s), Sari Sumdac, Miko Nakadai, Ratchet, Megatron, Rodimus, Red Alert, Others
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Harpy/Human Sexual Content
Summary: There were a lot of things Blurr knew with great certainty: his path, his future, his happiness. Then Starscream swooped into his life and turned everything upside down in the best possible way.
Something sang merrily, yanking Blurr from a dream involving feathers, teeth, and Starscream curved over him, panting into his ear as he thrust hard against the back of Blurr's thighs.
Blurr groaned and tried to pull a pillow over his head, but the pillow wouldn't move, and instead, it growled at him.
"Turn off your damn alarm."
That wasn't Starscream's voice. Blurr peeled his eyes open and rolled toward the annoying music, groping blindly for his cell phone. The flashing screen guided his hand, and he fumbled for the off button, finally dropping them into a blessed silence.
His pillow growled again. "Get up and take a shower."
The bed creaked as Rathi rolled away from him, taking the blankets with her. Morning person, she was not. That sunny personality didn't show up until at least nine a.m.
Blurr sighed and dragged himself out of the comforting embrace of Rathi's expensive bed. She'd drawn the shades on the windows last night, but even so, Blurr could faintly make out the coming sunrise.
He rubbed sleep from his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. He had maybe three hours of sleep, at best. He should have known better than to stay up late drinking with Rathi. She could outdrink anyone, and Blurr was already a lightweight. But it felt good to kick back and relax, rather than sit around moping because he missed Starscream.
He showered quickly, borrowing Rathi's shampoo and body wash because he didn't care if he smelled like sandalwood and amber, and tousled his hair into some sort of taming. It was getting too long. He needed a hair cut before he had to start investing in scrunchies.
He emerged in a billow of steam and was immediately smacked in the face with the smell of coffee. Blurr's mouth watered. He shoved his dirty clothes into his bookbag and wandered into the kitchen, where Rathi leaned backward against a counter, cupping a coffee mug like it was her salvation.
"You hit snooze on your alarm, not off," she growled at him, adding in a baleful look, her hair a frizzy mass of loose waves around her face. "I'm not supposed to be up for two more hours, but here I am."
"But you made coffee, and that makes you the sweetest thing," Blurr said. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and pulled a mug from the cupboard. Everything was where he remembered it. "Any chance you made breakfast?"
"There are frozen waffles."
"Ooo. My favorite."
Blurr dumped a healthy amount of creamer into his coffee, then pulled out the box of waffles from the freezer. He gave them a tentative sniff -- freezer burned all to hell -- and shrugged. They'd do. With enough syrup and powdered sugar anyway. He pulled out four and popped them into the toaster, seeking out toppings while they warmed up.
"You owe me, Dae."
He looked over his shoulder and quailed a little at the hot anger behind Rathi's tired-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry?"
"That's not good enough." Rathi slurped her coffee, and she drank it hot and black, enough to sear the tongue. Blurr didn't know how she did it. "Give me answers instead."
Blurr groaned and knocked his forehead on the cupboard door. "You mean to the questions I wouldn't answer last night, no matter how much alcohol you fed me?"
"Yep." Rathi popped the word and gave him a sharkish grin. "Details, baby. Details. Soothe my sleepiness with some fire."
"I haven't had enough coffee or sugar for this," Blurr muttered as the toaster popped up four waffles, golden and crispy and somewhat soggy in the middle. He clattered them on a plate, slathered them with butter, sprinkled powdered sugar over that, then drenched them with maple syrup.
Rathi trailed him to the dining table, and sat down across from him, still cupping her coffee. She stared at him over the rim of it, her eyebrows raised.
Blurr scrubbed at his eyes. "Fine. What do you want to know?"
"What it's like having sex with a harpy? How human are they? What's it like kissing him?" Rathi asked, and in that moment, she sounded a bit like Sari and Miko when they were in the middle of an interview.
"One question at a time, Primus." Blurr shoveled half a waffle into his mouth, letting the time he spent chewing allow him to think. "Kissing him is normal, I guess. I mean, he's got the fangs so I gotta be careful, but other than that, it's just like kissing a human." Except for the really long tongue, but damn did Rathi not need to know that.
She slurped noisily at her coffee. "Go on."
"You're lucky there's waffles." Blurr sighed and tried not to squirm. He was an adult. He could talk about sex like an adult. "And we haven't had, you know, that kind of sex yet."
Rathi arched one eyebrow at him. "That kind of sex?" she parroted. "Really, Blurr. Are we in middle school? Have you touched his dick or not?"
He was never going to see Starscream again, because he was going to die of embarrassment right here in this chair. Or he was going to choke to death on a waffle. He should learn not to underestimate Rathi's tact, or lack thereof.
Blurr dropped his fork and focused on his coffee, swallowing to soothe his throat and force that last bite of waffle down. "You're shameless."
"This still comes as a surprise to you?" Rathi got up and moved to the coffeepot, topping off her mug. "Answer the question or I'll be forced to take back my generous offer of waffles."
"It's called a clava, and yes, I've touched it," Blurr said with a sigh. "It's dick-shaped, but it looks different than a human's."
"Proportional?"
The tips of Blurr's ears turned red. "Yeah."
Rathi whistled and came back to the chair, setting her cup down before pulling her hair into a haphazard, messy bun. "You brave pioneer." She grinned and looked a little dazed. "Is it as pretty as he is?"
"... Yes."
"I knew it!" Rathi crowed and slurped noisily at her coffee.
Blurr stuffed a whole waffle into his mouth, without caring that syrup was dribbling over his chin and sticking to his cheek.
"Still, that does mean he's a bit bigger than you. Maybe you should take the lead for a start," Rathi said. She tipped her head, drumming the fingers of one hand on the table. "He's got those talons, probably not much good for prepwork either." She sat up straight as if she'd gotten an idea. "Say, do you want to borrow my strap-on?"
"Primus, Rathi!" Blurr almost choked on another bite of waffle.
She watched him cough without a hint of shame on her face. At least she looked more alive with the coffee in her veins. "Is that a no?"
"Wow, would you look at the time? I've gotta go, or I'm going to be late to class." Blurr stuffed the last bit of waffle into his mouth, washed it down with the rest of his coffee, and took both to the sink.
Rathi laughed. "Coward."
Blurr vanished into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He wasn't a coward. If he was, he'd have never invited Rathi to use the damn strap-on in the first place. But the idea of bringing it to Starscream made him turn hot all over, and he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or delight. He didn't want to find out either.
No, thank you.
He came out of the bathroom, stowed his toothbrush, and turned to tell Rathi goodbye, only to come face to face with a tupperware dish.
"If I make curry for your ungrateful ass, you better take the leftovers home," Rathi said.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Blurr said, eagerly stashing the tupperware into his bag. It was going to be his dinner. “You’re the best.”
“Yes, I am.”
Blurr slung his backpack over his shoulder and slipped into his shoes. As near as he could tell, he was good to go, with a few minutes to spare, especially if he jogged. He didn’t get far before Rathi grabbed him and reeled him in for a hug.
"Just be careful, idiot," she said as he wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. Blurr would never admit to squeaking. "If you guys keep doing what you're doing, or decide to try 'that kind of sex' just be prepared. Lots of lube. Condoms. Stretching. You know the drill."
Blurr groaned and knocked his forehead against her shoulder. "Thank you for the lesson in anal sex, Rathi. It's like I've never done it before."
"Don't be an ass. I happen to know you're very good at it." She winked and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Now go to class so I can crawl back in bed for another hour."
“I’m going.” Blurr pecked a kiss on her cheek and let himself out of her apartment, far more at ease than he’d felt in the past week or so.
Rathi was right. He needed to talk to Starscream, and he needed to be prepared. He wasted his time by pushing important things aside. Instead of running himself in circles, he should pick a straightforward path.
Blurr went to class, rushing to Nova Hall and sliding into a seat before he could be counted as late. He paid attention for once, took studious notes that would make Starscream proud, and then was out of his seat and out of the lecture hall before anyone else.
It was Thursday.
Starscream hadn’t returned yet, but it would be any day now and Sunday at the latest.
Inevitable progression. Rathi’s words had reminded him of something important. Inevitable progression, and the preparation it would require.
Blurr didn’t go straight home. Instead, he went to a drugstore located near campus but across the busy two-lane highway. Determination carried him inside with a firm set of his shoulders, snagging a basket from the stack near the door. He followed the signs to the appropriate aisles and…
Inevitable progression.
Blurr stood in the personal care aisle of the drug store, holding a box of condoms in each hand, and wondered if maybe… maybe he was in a little over his head. Did they even need condoms? Would this fit? He tried to compare what he thought the size of the condom was, to the clava he’d measured with his hands, and his brain stalled.
In his right hand, Blurr held his usual brand. It would fit his own dick, it was comfortable, and it was ribbed for pleasure. He didn’t know if the ribs would even matter, or if they would help with Starscream’s pleasure, but it was a brand he was comfortable with.
He shrugged and tipped the box into his basket. If all else failed, he’d have enough for himself. Right?
Right.
What remained, however, was getting something for Starscream. Though part of Blurr quailed at the idea of letting that massive di-- clava – inside of him. Sure, he’d seen dildos that looked weirder, but he’d never used one of equal size.
Would the extra-large even fit? Would the almost conical shape of the head tear the condom? Was Starscream allergic to latex? To spermicide?
Blurr gnawed on his bottom lip.
He glanced at the cashier, looking bored as she rifled through her magazine. She didn’t seem at all interested in his internal dilemma. She would be no help at all. Neither would Starscream, for that matter. It wasn’t like he had lots of experience with human things before Blurr came along.
Lube!
Blurr clutched the box of extra-large condoms, without putting them in his basket, and started searching the shelves again. At the very least, he could buy lube. Lots of lube. No way was that clava fitting inside of him without lube.
Water-based? Oil-based? Double-pack? Single-pack? Too many options. Too many decisions. Why was this such a stressful experience?
Choosing his sex accessories used to be a lot easier.
Blurr glanced again toward the counter. The cashier ignored him. But the front door dinged, and a trio of laughing young women came inside, making a beeline for the cold and flu medicine the next aisle over. They hadn’t noticed him. Maybe they wouldn’t.
Except that the feminine products were right behind him. What if they needed some tampons? Would it bother them to see him standing here, a box of extra-large condoms in his hand?
Primus.
He tossed the two-pack of lube into his basket – better price per volume – and hastily shoved the box of condoms in there, too. If he ended up with a box he couldn’t use, oh well. Maybe if he left them in the dorm lobby, someone else would snatch them up. That way they wouldn’t go to waste.
The front door donged again. Blurr glanced over the short aisles to see one of his fellow teammates striding inside, heading straight toward the back with a purpose. Blurr ducked down so as not to be noticed, and then rolled his eyes at himself. This was a perfectly normal thing to be buying. It wasn’t like most of the team didn’t know he was gay – bi – whatever.
Still, he felt like he had a blinking sign over his head. “Harpy-Lover Here! Buying condoms! Point and stare!”
Argh.
Blurr blindly shoved the condoms deeper into his basket and strode toward the checkout counter, quick as he could. He glanced down at his purchases and blanched.
Condoms? Check. Two kinds? Check. Lube? Check.
Anything else?
Negative.
He looked like he was about to have a very wild and crazy night.
On impulse, Blurr swung into the next aisle over, only to nearly run smack dab into the three women who’d come in earlier. They looked up at him and giggled. One of them blushed and quickly whispered in her friend’s ear. They giggled again.
Great.
Blurr edged past them, spotted two boxes of strawberry poptarts, and shoved them into his basket. There. More normal, right?
He spun on a heel and headed for the counter, tossing a few more random things into his basket as he passed. A pack of potato chips, a box of tissue, chapstick, and three chocolate bars. Starscream loved chocolate almost as much as he loved strawberries.
The essentials were buried under his random selections. Blurr felt a little like an idiot, but he strode up to the counter as nonchalant as he possibly could.
Georgia, the cashier, set aside her magazine and straightened. “Afternoon!” she greeted with much more cheer than Blurr would have expected. “Find everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” Blurr set the basket on the counter and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs.
“Glad to hear it.” She grinned and started unpacking his basket, tossing his items into a paper sack without so much as blinking at his purchases.
The condoms, however, had to be dragged across a security sensor device, and one of them – the extra large of course – kept donging negatively. Georgia’s eyes narrowed as she dragged the box over the sensor again and again.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “This brand always gives me a hard time.”
Blurr giggled before he could stop himself, his nervous tension speaking for him.
Georgia’s face pinked and she laughed, too. “Wow, poor choice of words, huh?”
“Or great choice,” Blurr replied.
They chuckled in unison. Finally, the box gave a cheerful chime of agreement and into the bag it went. Sparkly painted fingers danced over the register keys, and the monitor offered up his total.
Blurr swiped his card and breathed a sigh of relief when the transaction was approved without further issue. Georgia handed him his receipt and his bag, giving him another big smile full of bright, white teeth.
“Have a good day! And thank you for your purchase.”
Blurr did his best not to snatch the incriminating bag, all but bulging, the paper sack rattling. “Thanks,” he said, and scurried out the door before the trio of ladies or his teammate could catch him. He hastily shoved the sack into the bottom of his backpack, beneath his tupperware of curry, his face hot and red all over.
He surged out the front door, and in his haste, nearly collided with someone lurking outside. He quickly sidestepped to avoid a collision, an apology spilling from his lips.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” he said as he looked up at the stranger.
Or not so stranger actually.
“Blurr! What a coincidence!” Sari beamed at him, chameleon green streaks in her hair and jangling earrings making for a musical chime every time she moved her head. “Fancy running into you here. Is Starscream with you?”
Blurr sighed. “He doesn’t go with me everywhere, you know. He has a life outside of this place.”
“Yeah, but he seems to enjoy spending most of his time with you.” Sari waggled her eyebrows like he was supposed to understand what that meant.”
“Most, but not all,” Blurr said. He pointedly looked around, not seeing Miko lurking in the shadows, or Richard peering through binoculars from far away. Not that he’d ever caught either of them doing that.
Sari hummed in her throat. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Like I told Miko, sometime soon, I’d guess. I don’t own him.” Blurr adjusted the straps of his backpack. “Besides, I already agreed to one interview, isn’t that enough?”
Sari snapped her fingers with delight. “You’re right! Thank you for that, by the way. You have no idea how much it means for us, and how much it’s going to help human-harpy relations.”
“You’re welcome.” Blurr glanced around them again, but no more members of HARP were waiting to pop out of the shadows apparently. He wanted lunch and there two footlongs sitting in his fridge. “Anyway…”
Sari laughed. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of work to do, probably preparing for Starscream to come back, am I right?” She winked at him, and Blurr had a feeling she was trying to hint at something.
Blurr squinted at her. "What kind of preparations do you think I need?"
"How should I know? Maybe he's got a special diet." Sari giggled and tossed him a wink. "Anyway, I've got to go. I'm supposed to be meeting Miko for lunch, and she gets cranky when she's hungry. Toodles!"
Sari wriggled her fingers at him in farewell and flounced away, humming under her breath. As she did so, she pulled out her cell phone and started to dial, no doubt to call Miko.
Blurr sighed. He rubbed his temple. He didn't, for one second, think anything about that meeting was innocent. Sari and Miko were too smart, too insightful, for their own good.
Preparations though.
Blurr thought about his recent drugstore purchases, shoved to the bottom of his bag. She was right about preparations. Inevitable progressions and preparations.
He shouldered his bag and went home. There were two footlongs calling his name, and it would be rude to decline their offer.
