A Chaotic Neutral

Rain or Shine
Part Ten

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Blurr asked, unable to hide the skepticism from his voice.

“Absolutely!” Tailgate declared as he picked up the stool, moved it, set it back down, and climbed up onto it, all to see Blurr over the counter. “It’ll be fun. Cyclonus said I needed to get out more, and Whirl likes it here, so I thought, why not?”

Why not indeed.

Blurr glanced to the end of the counter, where Cyclonus had taken up a seat which used to be Ricochet’s before he started actually earning his keep. The former Decepticon had a single cube of engex, and a preemptive glower for anyone who might think to speak crossly to his adorable not-quite-minibot partner.

Tailgate wasn’t the only bartender Blurr had hired, just the one who made him a little bit skeptical, but Whirl had asked, and Blurr had been unable to say no to Tailgate when he’d boldly strolled into New Maccadams and asked for a chance to prove himself.

“That’s good enough for me,” Blurr said. “But you know, if you need any help... “

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Rain or Shine
Part Eight

Bluestreak's message pinged Blurr's inbox right as his pacing route took him by the massive window in the main room. He paused to skim the contents, venting a sigh which mixed relief and lingering anger.

Ricochet had been with them. Ricochet was on his way home now.

"Blurr?"

He waved off Drift's concern and sank down into the couch, his lower back aching, and Rebound shifting restlessly within his tank.

"Ricochet's on his way back," Blurr said.

"Well, that's good." Drift sat down beside him, offering an energon cube which looked to have been warmed and spiced.

"Thanks." Blurr took it, and gave it a sip, though his tanks roiled with queasiness, and little flutters of an ache clenched his belly. He rubbed his rounded abdomen, hiding a cringe.

Rain or Shine
Part Six

"Mama, pick me up!"

Blurr sighed and bent down, swinging Echo up into his arms. He straightened with a hitch, lower back protesting, knees popping, the action a bit more strenuous than it used to be.

"You're getting a bit too big to be carried like this, bit," Blurr said as he tucked Echo on his hip and plunged back into the crowd, relieved they were only a block from his school.

And that Ricochet wasn't here to blow a gasket about Blurr picking Echo up. He was convinced it would cause a miscarriage.

"No, I'm not!"

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Rain or Shine
Part Four

Ricochet woke a half klik before his internal alarm triggered, and dismissed the sharp whistle before it could ruin his lazy morning. There was a sleepy Racer cuddled against him, vents whuffling in his recharge, and Ricochet was in no hurry to disturb his mate.

Well.

Maybe a little.

Ricochet grinned and stroked his hand down Blurr's spinal strut, fingers teasing the node cluster he knew Blurr liked best.

A muffled noise rose from his Racer, Blurr shifting in his arms, but rather than toward Ricochet, it was away from him. His field buzzed irritation.

"Tired," Blurr grumbled.

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Rain or Shine
Part Two

The weekly poker tournament was Blurr's least favorite night of the week. It was astonishingly good for business, guaranteed an almost packed house, and was the majority of his income for the week.

But it was also crowded, noisy, loud, and the more his customers gambled, the more they drank. The more creds they lost, the angrier they became. And the angrier and more overcharged the crowd, the quicker they were to violence.

Blurr ran the bar with Jazz as his backup. Riptide worked the crowd, running drinks and orders along with Jazz whenever needed. Times like this, Blurr wished Bluestreak hadn't run off to play Enforcer with Prowl. He could use another pair of capable hands.

Thank Primus for Drift, otherwise he had no idea who'd look after Echo.

It was madness.

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Title: Four Topper
Universe: IDW AU, The Perfect Storm ‘Verse
Characters: Ricochet/Blurr, Bluestreak/Jazz
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Threesome, Foursome, Twincest, Double Penetration
Description: There’s nothing better than when the four of them get together for a good, old-fashioned double-date night. Jazz, however, has an ulterior motive this time, one that’ll get all four of his favorite mechs right where he wants them: in the berth.

There's a pleasantly warm buzz in his tanks, and a lightness in his spark, but most of all, there's a low coil of heat in his groin. The longer he sits here, almost in Bluestreak's lap, with his brother nearby, and one of his favorite interface partners within reach, the more the heat grows, and the wetter he gets behind his panels.

Jazz really does have the best ideas. He's just got to get everyone on the same page, and it's going to be a night none of them will forget for a long time.

He has all the pieces in place: plenty of Engex on the table, the two bits down for the night with the sparkling monitor in clear view of all adults present, trays of treats to tantalize and best of all, his favorite mechs all within reach. Jazz cuddles up to Bluestreak, occasionally kissing his cheek or accidentally-on-purpose brushing his fingers over Bluestreak's sensory panels, or resting his hand lightly on Bluestreak's thigh.

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