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WHO: Bulkhead, Wheeljack
WHERE: Future Jackhammer build site
WHEN: V-day, afternoonish
WHAT: Confronting feelings
WARNINGS: Wreckers and feels. Wrecker feels. R, just to be safe.

A month since the convo with Smokescreen over the link, that got him riled enough to sputter about feelings he'd kept dormant for centuries. It was embarrassing considering he knew Smokescreen had only been joking around. The awkwardness that came up between him and Blurr at the realization that they both had feelings for the same mech.

Wheeljack.

Blurr had insisted he ask Wheeljack, find out what the other's feelings were toward him. Despite the insistence, a part of Bulk still felt guilty. If the two of them would be happy together, why should he get in the middle of it? Possibly end it? It had been him, after all, that ended what they had as Wreckers centuries ago. When he'd left the Wreckers to follow Optimus. A decision that, while it was good for him, he knew Wheeljack still had problems accepting.

But those feelings, once stirred up, refused to leave again. No matter how much he tried to ignore them. It would be good to know one way or the other. He wanted to know, to get it other with. So they could move on.

It's finally after things have settled down, after the centipedes are gone. That he can focus on it again.

"Hey Jackie. What's your location?" He manages to keep his voice calm as he pings the other Wrecker for his location. He hopes it's not too odd for him to ask for whereabouts.

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It wasn't odd at all. They'd been separated for awhile since they started their contest, and with the centipede problem now fixed, he felt it was time to tally up the score. So you couldn't have picked a better time to ask, Bulkhead, because he was just on his way to the site of the future Jackhammer. He pings back over the comm.

"Ship site, you better have slagged as many centipedes as I have, or I'll think Prime's made ya go soft." It was a joking tone, to be sure, and all in good fun with the Wrecker. That's how bonding was with them, a contest.

He gave a little chuckle.

"How about we rendezvous."

That contest was fun. Even if the drinks were free, it added an edge to a situation that could've gotten boring with all the centipedes that had been present. But for him, just being out fighting again without certain bots getting on his tailpipe about it was nice. The contest was just a nice bonus

"Soft? Heh, I'm not the one that needed bonus points ta keep up." So is the banter. His tone is joking too. There's nothing like a good contest to bond over.

"I'll be there, make sure ya bring the drinks."

He couldn't agree more. It didn't matter that the drinks were, in essence, free. It was the fun of the sport that did it. And Wheeljack was always one for having fun with his work. To be a Wrecker again...and with Bulkhead, he couldn't have asked for more.

"Those bonus points were fair game, partner. You're just mad that I got them and you didn't." There's a soft chuckle behind that, though. He was enjoying this as much as Bulkhead was.

"I thought that was your job."

Bulkhead is glad Wheeljack's here. He's been one of the few constants he's had since arriving. Especially being one of only a few people from his world that haven't disappeared on him. Autobot wise anyhow. But most of all, he's helped him remember what he loved about being a Wrecker. Having some fun on missions, not just being all business.

"Nah, you just wanted an easy way to win." Oh he knows how good Jackie's skills are. Still fun to tease though.

"Eh, forget it. We can hit the hub after we meet up." And decide who won. "I'll be there soon."

"I prefer to call it 'effective'. Ain't my fault you didn't think of it first, yannow." And he can tease right back. It was the one thing they could do without end. Maybe it was just fused into a Wrecker's Energon.

At Bulkhead's update, his wings perk up, despite it being audio feed, and smirks. "You got it, buddy. You have my coordinates?"

"Think humans call it cheating." Maybe it was. It certainly never got old. "Still think I shoulda gotten point for helpin' rescue Rung." Even if that was before this started.

"Uh..." Give him a minute to check the coordinates he has memorized. "Think I'm gonna need them." He sounds embarrassed. Seems like thos should be ones he has.

And he'll be the first to call you out on that too. "Happened before our contest, buddy. Don't try and look for loopholes!" Although, Wheeljack technically tried to get Perceptor's rescue in...when the tank actually just fell from the sky in front of him.

"No problem. Sendin' em now. I'm by the future Jackhammer sight, if that helps."

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He wouldn't expect nothing less. "Says the Wrecker who tried ta get points for a scientist, who pretty much saved himself" Two can play that game.

"Got them." He's storing them away in his memory. "Yeah, you said ya were. Just wasn't sure on the exact coordinates. Won't keep ya waitin' long." He's gotten faster since he got the use of his alt-mode back.

"Hey! It was legit!"

Primus, he missed this. Just...arguing over stuff that wasn't even an issue. Joking around. It was nice, especially since he'd gotten here, everything seemed all topsy turvy.

"Don't keep me waiting, Bulk. Yannow I'm impatient."

There's a playful chuckle before cutting the feed.

"Not anymore legit than me savin' Rung."

This was familiarity. This was a little bit of normalcy on such an otherwise foreign and chaotic Cybertron. He missed this. No anger, no real arguing. Just butting heads for the pit of it.

""I'll be there faster than you can say high grade" There's his own laugh before the feed is cut. It's not too long after before the familiar big green suv was pulling up near the site. He transforms up, looking around for Wheeljack.

At the sound of Bulkhead arriving, Wheeljack was just finishing laying out the land needed to construct the ship. With all that'd been going on, he had to halt production. It wouldn't be entirely smart to make a ship when giant centipede monsters could just pop out and eat it like a snack.

When Bulkhead transforms, he turns his head, a smirk on his face as he walks over.

"So, what's the final tally?"

Bulkhead stops at the edge, taking in the land laid out for site. They haven't even started building yet, and already those memories from centuries ago were coming back. Back when it was a project between just them. Good fond memories. Even if it wouldn't be just them this time, it was still going to be a good time.

He snaps out of his reverie at Wheeljack's voice, and he walks over.

"Between regular and bonus? I think we just about tied."

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Wheeljack watches as Bulkhead approaches, seeing his gaze practically size up the building site. It certainly brought back memories, didn't it...And all of them were close to the ol' Wrecker's spark.

"Really? Must be losin' my touch. I always seem to one up you on bug hunts."

There's a playful punch as he turns around, obviously just messing with the bot.

"So...who gets the drinks?"

Oh he's definitely sizing it up. The old construction worker in him trying to picture where stuff will go.

"You can double-check if ya want. You got the pings like I did." He grins at the playful punch.

"Tell ya what. I'll get them this time." He nudges him playfully in return. "I kinda owe ya fer what you done since I got here." Taking him in when he was injured and all, he feels like he should repay him somehow.

But this also brings him back to why he originally wanted to meet up. But how to do it...

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There's a slight smirk when Bulk answers. Oh, you know he'd count it up, even if he truly didn't mean it. To them, it was more about the actual competition than the prize at the end.

"Aw Bulk, like I'd really leave my favourite Wrecker behind." There was no need for payment of any kind. Bulkhead was his friend, and he never left his friends behind.

The competition is it's own reward. Anything else is just a bonus.

"Yeah...but as my favorite Wrecker, and after months of dealin' with my injured aft? You deserve somethin' anyway." He clasps him on the shoulder, smile turning warm. Though his tone indicates his mind won't be changed easily. He knows he doesn't have to, but he wants to.

"But if ya don't want drinks for that, I'll find somethin' else. Or do somethin' else" He shrugs.

Wheeljack glanced at the hand, a little...surprised. How long had it been since they'd acted like this? Too long, even given the circumstances of being trapped in this dimension. Things were finally going back to the way they were in the old days.

"Can't really deny it, can I." Those blue eyes of his glint, giving a playful punch back.

"Thanks, partner. I always got your back. No matter what."

No, it's been too long. Far too long. He'll never be able to deny his ties to Team Prime, even without Optimus here. He's still a member of the team. But the recent months have reminded of him of the old days with the Wreckers. The fun, the closeness and the comradeship that came with working with the gang. It's hard to deny how much he's enjoyed it.

"Heh, Would I letcha deny it?" Especially when it's been the Wrecker he's most fond of, and closest to, that's helped him. Getting him up and doing things, while at the same time not letting him push himself.

"And I always got yours." It's a trust born from centuries of knowing him, and fighting along side him. "I hope ta always be there ta help."

"You better be. If Tox-En can't get ya, nothin' will."

He'd like to think that, but Bulk's been a long line of close encounters. And...to be honest, it was the one thing that really scared Wheeljack. He chuckles, though, starting to go back to surveying.

"So, anything special planned tonight?"

"Heh, don't jinx me Jackie." He chuckles. "How long I been here with out nearly dyin'? Five months? Six? Must be a new record."

Bulkhead jokes about it, but he's not stupid. You don't survive as many close to death encounters as he has, without realizing you're a real emotional liability. Anybody that gets close to him runs a big risk of being hurt, even just as friends. A risk not many bots are probably willing to take.

He let's his hand drop, watching Wheeljack go back to surveying, with a thoughtful look. Despite any fears he might have of the risk, Wheeljack's never turned away from him over it. He's always been there, saving him from at least two times. Once on Sandokan, and then the incident with Dreadwing that wasn't all that long ago. Becoming one of his closest friends, even after he left the Wreckers. It makes Bulk feel that maybe the other Wrecker would be willing to take more of a risk with him. But he was still hesitant, he could be wrong.

The question snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Heh, other than maybe gettin' drinks? Nah." He's trying to keep his tone calm. He's a Wrecker, a warrior. He's faced tough odds before in battle. So why the pit is this so hard?

"Actually, there...was somethin' I wanted ta talk to you about."

An odd silence falls across the Wrecker at that. He...really didn't WANT to jinx that now that he knew what the time frame was. Wreckers were long overdue by this point. A small chuckle does escape at some point though, when the other does. If anything, to fill the silence. "You know it. Let's see how big of a break we can get."

Bulkhead had been there for him too. When that freak Makeshift was his doppleganger, Bulkhead knew the differences between him and the fake. He vouched for him when he spoke out of turn, and even defended him at times. Bulkhead went just as far for him as he did.

"You're quiet. It's...not like you. I do somethin'? Tick off Arcee? It's the nickname thing, isn't it. She's not fond of it."

Something was wrong with Bulkhead. And it worried him. Why was he talking about all this stuff?

"...What is it?"

As the silence lingered though, he couldn't help feel a little guilty about joking about it. He'd had long stretches before. But it seemed like ever since he got to earth, and the kids joined them. Everything seemed to be out to get him. Though in no way does he blame the kids for this, specially not Miko. It wasn't their fault.

"I hope it's a long break." He doesn't want to jinx it either. Most of these months have been spent recovering from the last one, and he probably still wasn't a 100% despite being cleared to fight. Wheeljack's worried tone , makes him blink and shake his head. Was he really being that quiet?

"What? No. You aint done nothin' like that." That he knows of. She certainly hasn't complained to him, if it is an issue. "No, I just wanted to talk."

He almost absently stepped closer. He wanted to explain, to ask. and yet he couldn't find the right words. How do you even start a conversation like that? How does he do it with Wheeljack of all mechs. He'd do it the best way he knew how, the way Jackie would understand better than words.

And he had to do it before he lost the nerve.

"I wanted ta talk about...this." Watch out Wheeljack, he's move close enough to wrap an arm around you from behind. A hug? Not quite. His servo's reaching up to cup Wheeljack's chin. Gently turning the other Wrecker's head, he leans down, careful of the wing, and kisses him.

Yep, no going back now.

Anything and everything Wheeljack was thinking about was now null and void. As a Wrecker, he respected Bulkhead to the point of closeness, and it wouldn't be the first time the bot wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. But nothing could have prepared him for this. That arm slips around his chest, and he feels that other one touch his chin.

And suddenly, he felt...ever so small. Those blue eyes tilt up, a bit confused, but he has almost no time to ask questions before lips met his. Before he knew it, his eyes were closing, feeling the warmth wrap around him. This...how he missed this.

He shouldn't...but something about Bulkhead's kisses were something he'd never forget. He wasn't graceful by any means, that faceplate did him no favors, but it was perfect in Wheeljack's tastes. His hands reach up, gripping the bot's head and...pressing it closer.

No going back now.

Such closeness is rare, in a squad where you never knew who would be coming back. Even risky. But Bulkhead had been thankful for whatever closeness he could get back then. Even if it was just hanging out with drinks, or the occasional one night stand. It had been something. Wheeljack's definitely more of a loose canon. He has his issues, and is rough around the edges and scarred. But it's what drew Bulkhead to him. Others see him as an annoying jerk, but Bulk likes him how he is, cause he's known him longer than most.

What were they talking about before? Bulkhead can't remember. He didn't plan on it. But the moment his lips touched those familiar scarred ones, his thoughts went out the window. He didn't even expect the kiss to linger. He'd expected Wheeljack to pull back, to protest.

Instead...there's a hand grabbing his head and pulling him closer. His eyes go wide for a moment in shock, before they're closing as he presses more into the kiss. His grip tightens some, as much as the awkward angle will allow, as he does so. His engine purrs as he gives into the warmth and the feel.

He's missed this so much.

It was hard not to get attached. For the most part, he'd done that. It made losing everyone so much easier to deal with. But he could never do that with Bulkhead. No matter how much he tried to say away, the bot kept crawling back into his spark. And he always believed in him. Even when Makeshift posed as him, Bulkhead knew the real Wheeljack. Something no imposter could even attempt to copy.

Whatever the discussion was before didn't matter. Not when they had this. The kiss lingers for a few moments longer before Wheeljack pulls back, eyes glazed over.

"I...don't get it. After...everything? You still-?"

Staying unattached in such a small group was hard. But Bulkhead did his best to do it anyway. Especially when he was always one of the softer Wreckers. He probably couldn't have taken it emotionally otherwise. He even tried with Wheeljack, but it always lingered there in his spark. Wheeljack, in a way, is a survivor like him. By some stroke of luck, they both always came back from battle.

When Wheeljack pulls back from the kiss, he's a little reluctant to let it end. His grip loosens some as he blinks open his own glazed eyes. Give him a second, he has to get his thoughts back together to answer.

"It's...it's always been there. Just with things back home..." And Wheeljack constantly never hanging around enough. He glances away a little. Things were different here, in more ways than one. "Then here...I wasn't sure if you would even still be interested." He certainly never seemed like he was, though his injuries probably had something to do with it too. Plus,, there was the thing with Blurr.

Wheeljack felt his spark jump. It'd been centuries since it'd done that, at least for something like this. Bulkhead had always been the one constant thing in his life, even with the near death experiences. All they had were each other...at least until Bulk found Prime's team. After that? He assumed the Wrecker had moved on. And in a way, he thought he had too.

But that kiss woke up everything he'd had dormant inside of him. He still felt himself in Bulkhead's hold, feeling...so incredibly small. Why was it hard to find words? When he eventually does get the ability to speak, his voice is softer...humbler.

"Just my luck. This whole time I thought it was you who moved on. Found bigger and better. You have to admit, it gave off that vibe. ...I never was over you, Bulk. Ever."

That...was another reason Bulkhead had hesitated. It had been him that ended what they had, when he left for Optimus' Team. Giving up everything. The leaderless freedom, the comradeship. The team, the one mech, that meant everything to him. To follow a leader that he believed in. It was a decision Wheeljack had never been all that happy with, until recent months. Bulkhead didn't regret the decision, but he'd regretted the loss of contact with him. It was why he had been so thrilled when Jackie showed up in Earth's solar system the first time, and even the second time when the other finally stayed on the same planet. Even if he didn't join the team.

It's one of many worries he had over this, that are slowly dying. The fact that Wheeljack isn't trying to pull away, or push him away is helping big time. He's reveling in feeling him wrapped in his arms, pulled close to him. Feeling the warmth. He's hugged the other Wrecker before, but this time it had a completely different feel to it. Like he belonged there all along. Since arriving here, Jackie had become a constant in his life again. Often there when we powered down, and or there when he powered back up. There through the injuries and struggles. This just feels like it completes it.

"I know. I...thought I had moved on. But it felt like somethin' was missin'. Never felt right, or..they just weren't interested." Not that it was considered that good of idea anyway, He feels his own spark jump at the last part. Optics turning to look the other in the eye again, as he tilts his head enough to lean their foreheads together. His voice becoming softer. "But this...this feels right."

There was so much that needed to be said, but Wheeljack just couldn't find the words for it. He was never really one for talking, usually just letting his actions speak for themselves, no matter what said actions might be. But this left the Wrecker at a loss. He wanted to say so much to Bulk, about how this is what he'd always wanted...about how he was afraid of losing him...but the words wouldn't come out. He could only pray that the Wrecker knew the desperation...the need. His hands continued to press against Bulkhead's chest as the embrace continued, constantly moving his head forward and pulling back. He was...trying to hold back another kiss.

When their foreheads presses together, the Wrecker 'exhales' iin relief. This felt more than right. It was pretty much meant to be. The hole in his spark that had been made by all those deaths...the war...it began to fill up, ever so slightly.

"As right as can be, Bulk. I...I want this."

Did Jackie just stutter? Even if it was only a little, it makes his features soften, turning warmer.

"I...want it too. Wanted it for a while."

His voice is soft, like he's worried this is some sort of dream. That he'll wake up from if he speaks too loud. This was a risk. A risk that one of them would disappear and never return, or that one of them would die. Wheeljack had already died once here and came back. While many others haven't. But in his spark, Bulkhead felt it was a risk he was willing to take. He knows there's more that could be said too, and he knows Wheeljack enough to be able to tell when he wanted, needed something. Specially when it was something he wanted himself.

It seemed like everything just fell into place for them here. When it never quite worked out back home. It was like a second chance. A chance he wanted badly. Hearing the vent at their foreheads touching, he shifts a hand up again to tilt the Wrecker's chin up some.

"Jackie.."

The name's said softly. There's understanding there in his tone. Forget the holding back, he's leaning in for another kiss, feeling his optics close. The kiss was less questioning and nervous. More confident. Wanting this, needing this.

That was the difference. Wheeljack felt needed. True, Bulkhead had always wanted him around, but it left things open for error. For...death. Here it wasn't so cut and dry. He could try again. So when Bulkhead moves in for that kiss again, Wheeljack's hands splay out on those back wheels, gripping them desperately to push them closer. He practically crushes his lips against the larger bot's, as if letting all the feelings he pent up unleash. All the stuff he wanted to say...everything he wanted to DO, right now.

His legs lifted off the ground as he hoisted himself up into Bulkheads arms, knowing the Wrecker would hold him. Now that...everything was out in the open, there was no need to hold back, just to live a little. Just for now. When the Wrecker lifestyle didn't envelope their every action.

He felt more delicate this way, which wasn't a word Wheeljack preferably liked. But here...maybe he could relax, give in to this a little. Because deep down inside past the metal and wiring, he wanted to do this.

A tiny bit.

Those big shoulder tires of Bulkhead's make for great handles, to pull him closer in cases like this. Not that he's resisting at this point, as their lips are all but crushed together. His body giving a shudder in response, as his engine revs. When he feels Wheeljack moving, his grip shifts so he can heft the smaller Wrecker into his arms. Easily supporting both their weights, as he straightens up. One hand pressing against his back to pull him against him. Enjoying the feel of the smaller frame against his larger one, holding him up and supporting him.

He's giving vent to the feelings he's held dormant for centuries. Feelings he thought would never go anywhere again. With one arm supporting Wheeljack, he's got one arm that's free, and it's not idle. Letting his hand slide over plating, as he familiarizes himself with that frame again.

If Wheeljack had his way, the kiss would have gone on forever. He would have lost himself in all the feelings he'd shoved out of the way centuries ago. He...deserved this. After everything, he felt entitled to this. But even some things have to come to a stop.

When Wheeljack lifts his head again, he doesn't move it an inch from Bulkhead's face, as if ready to sink back into it at a moment's notice.

"So where do we go from here?

...Partner."

A soft smile graces his lips.

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WHOOPS DIDNT MEAN FOR SAD ICON

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OMG, why has this been so hard. >.<

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