Transformers Prime Shorts & Lemons [SLOW UPDATES]

Eating Icecream (Optimus x Ratchet) Short

Ratchet walked towards his operating table filled with disabled parts of machinery he had worked on the following morning. He halted as he saw Optimus sitting up on a concrete ledge, holding something in his servo.

"Optimus? What is that in your hand?", the medic asked curiously. Optimus turned to his old friend.

"It is called an icecream cone. Rafael said it was a most pleasant treat for humans. He convinced me to indulge in it's sugared glory", he smiled. "Although it is quite chilly, it is indeed enjoyable". Ratchet wondered how much the humans have influenced the Prime into engaging in such matters such as trying their food. He seemed to be really enjoying it though.

Ratchet found himself watching him curl his glossa around the ball if icecream, lapping up it's substance. Optimus' faceflates were slightly blushed over his delight. There was a heavy feeling in the medic's gut. It was hard for Ratchet to watch him without thinking dirty. He was imagining him using his glossa that way for something else. He wondered what else he could do with it. It didn't help that Optimus moaned from the enjoyment of the treat. He accidentally got some of it on the side of his mouth. He licked around his dermas, making Ratchet squirm. The Prime finally noticed he was being watched. He turned to his partner.

"Would you like to try some Ratchet?", he handed the cone towards him. Ratchet shook away his thoughts and squinted his optics, shaking his helm.

"I hardly have any desire for sweets Optimus, you should know that", he denied. Optimus looked disappointed but he understood. He continued eating the cone. The ice cream was very soft and part of it fell off onto his lap. Optimus flinched from the cold liquid hitting his plate.

"Optimus, your making a mess", the medic grumbled. It was highly inelegant for him to be eating in such a way. Ratchet went to grab a cloth and walked over towards Optimus, placing it over his leg and wiping off the mess for him. The warmth of his servo replacing the cold on Prime's leg made him shiver. Ratchet felt his leg shake and looked up to see the blush on Optimus' faceplates grow brighter. Optimus wasn't expecting him to offer that kind of gesture to him. He placed a servo on his heated cheek embarrassed by his unmannerly behavior.

"Th-thank you Ratchet..", he stuttered. Ratchet found Prime's flustered face to be adorable. Optimus was too innocent. Ratchet shouldn't be thinking about such rash things about him. Just then he felt something hit his forearm. 

"Are you going to finish that or are you going to let it melt all over the place?", he gestured the cone in his servo. Optimus noticed the drop of ice cream that happened to land on Ratchet. He couldn't help but giggle.

"Sorry Ratchet, let me get that for you", he leaned over and grabbed the medic's arm. He brought the soiled forearm up to his mouth and licked off the residue clean off the plate. Ratchet's spark skipped a beat. He gasped and threw his arm out of his leader's grasp.

"Optimus! You didn't have to do that!", he squeaked. Optimus grinned with amusement. He flashed his beautiful blue optics at him.

"My apologies Ratchet, but I believe you deserved it. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier, you were thinking impulsively weren't you?", he assumed. Ratchet bit the inside of his cheek trying not to keep direct eye contact. 

"I was not..", he lied. Optimus didn't believe a word he said. He brought the cone to his mouth and started licking the ice cream again. He traced his glossa around the whole rounded part of it while keeping his optics on the medic. Ratchet's processor was scrambled with his perverted thoughts again. He knew he couldn't hide it from the larger mech before him. What irritated Ratchet the most is that he was doing this solely to prove his point. Who knew Optimus Prime could be such a teaser.