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01 August 2007 @ 12:11 am
Sequel to previous fanfic  
This is a sequel to my previous fanfic: Roadside Assistance
found here: http://community.livejournal.com/beexsam/84772.html#cutid1
Sorry I don't know how to do an LJ link cut-thing and this is dedicated to Lola_Hard cause she askd for a sequel.

Title: Working at the Carwash
Rating: PG-16 to R (M)
Another Disclaimer: I own crap!
Summary: Sam wants to make it up to the autobots for him and Bee not being able to attend a meeting and decides the best way is by having a big carwash!

Sam kept taking peeks out of the kitchen window so he could look out at the driveway. It was empty now, Bumblebee was meeting with the other Autobots and then bringing them back to his house once they were done with any updates that had to be shared amongst the small group. After a long discussion, near argument, on the rest of the drive home Sam had convinced Bee to invite the others over so that he could apologize for the two of them missing the meeting the night prior. It was in the middle of the afternoon so his parents and most of the neighbors were at work which meant he had the house all to himself and no one to complain or question why there were to be four vehicles in his driveway.

He checked the clock on the wall before going outside and into the garage to at least get the supplies ready for what he was going to do. About a hour later he had just filled enough buckets with soapy water and had finished organizing his sponges and brushes when the familiar sound of his beloved Camaro’s horn sounded. He turned around and walked out of the garage, holding back a smile as Bumblebee pulled into his spot of the driveway closest to the house while the other three much larger vehicles spread out as much as the could in in the cramped area of cement.

The human hurriedly walked over to the yellow and black striped car whose door opened for him and he sat down in the driver’s seat, arching his naked back against the leather of the upholstery.
“Oh god Bee!”
The slight growl of Bee’s engine made him squirm but the outright serious tone of Bumblebee’s voice through the radio had him close to moaning.
“I am already unsure about sharing you in this manner with the other Autobots, but do you have to wear so little in order to do this?”
Sam took a quick look around to make sure the other cars couldn’t see him before leaning forward and licking the symbol in the center of the cars wheel wantonly. The camaro shuddered and the boy plastered an innocent look on his face while casting a look down at his brightly colored shorts and reasoning, “it’s a bathing suit, Bee. Humans wear them so that they can get wet without getting their regular clothing soaked. It’s a normal human thing.”

Bumblebee’s engine revved in slight irritation then shut off as a sign of defeat.
“Very well but you had better make this worth my while, as the saying goes!”
Sam climbed out of Bumblebee and patted his hood as he walked around him offering him a quick, “Best for last!”
He gathered all of the supplies and moved them between all four vehicles and then got the hose.

Bumblebee truly was unsure of his feelings about sharing his human. He knew the other autobots were very fond of the boy and only Ironhide had had a human inside of him so the others truly did not realize what it felt like to simply have the small and tender hands feeling one’s leather interior or what it could do to one’s circuits never mind the absolute bliss that was what Sam called, “Washing Time.” The feeling of the sponges, brushes, rags running over his hood, bumper, fender and he couldn’t forget the feeling of the water slowly making it’s way across and down the sides of his selected car form or the wet and scantily clad form of Sam rubbing up against him trying to get to a hard to reach spot.

Sam decided to start with Optimus, him being closest. He started with the hose and began to wet the big rig down as much as possible before he grabbed for a soapy sponge. He held back the chuckle as he noted that there was what appeared to be a built in ladder on the back of the cabin that he could have sworn wasn‘t there before, made to go all the way to the roof of the rig. He climbed up and began the slow process of scrubbing away the dirt and grime. When he finished using one sponge he moved on to softer one and repeated the earlier pattern only this time more caring and gentle. Sam noted with a tiny bit of amusement that Optimus’ frame was trembling by the time he was done.

He made his way over to his next job: Ironhide. Sam quickly took notice that there was a definite difference between the likes of the autobots. Where Optimus appeared to enjoy the difference in textures of sponges between hard and soft, Ironhide would actually rev his engine in what sounded like protest any time Sam went to use a soft sponge on him. The boy quickly reached for an even firmer sponge and a scrub brush and began the large GMC’s washing. Sam took a few mental notes that Ironhide liked one or two area’s scrubbed firmer than the others and made sure to pay special attention to said areas. Once more upon finishing Ironhide‘s frame, like Optimus’ had, was shaking. Sam carefully climbed out of the back of the truck and made his way over to the bright yellow hummer who by now appeared to faintly be bouncing on his hydraulics. The engine revved slightly in what sounded like hesitation and Sam tried to make himself look the least bit threatening as possible.

Upon starting the washing on Ratchet, Sam’s arms were definitely getting tired, though it didn’t seem to matter thankfully. Ratchet appreciated a good hard scrubbing only to get the mud and dead bugs off his grill and lights but preferred a gentler touch then the other two had needed when it came to the rest of his car body. Sam took the longest time on the rescue hummer, trying to get around all of the added accessories that came with being an emergency vehicle. He opened one of the doors just so he could have a step to climb onto the top when Sam heard the radio on slightly. Instead of music however he was surprised to hear the voices of all four autobots conversing.

“OH ALL SPARK, when he touched my smoke stack…”
“He got that one spot just next to my brake light…”
“Bumblebee, why didn’t you tell us it felt like this…?”
Blushing brightly Sam quickly climbed up onto the roof, hearing Bee’s voice but not being able to make out what was said, and tried to make it less obvious he was trying to listen in on their conversation by scrubbing around the roof rack. Upon finishing that he climbed down and closed Ratchet’s door, giving the three large vehicle another hosing, just for the heck of it and then made his way back to Bee.

Bumblebee was near Overload. Where he would admit that he was indeed jealous and angry that Sam would touch another vehicle in such a manner; the fact the it was his friends and teammates made dealing with it much easier than he had thought. The four had been conversing the entire time Sam had been busy and he had actually started to take enjoyment out of their reactions to the human’s rubbing and caressing of their armor and accessories.

When Sam had found a spot around Ironhide’s hitch on the back bumper he was amazed at how loud the bot could swear in their native tongue or when Sam had stopped touching that spot so he could switch to the brush the Autobot had been close to swearing to a life of Pacifism if it meant Sam would return his attention. Optimus had been no better. To see the proud and noble leader of their forces close to begging, but remaining as quiet as he could so as to not make the normally shy and insecure human unnerved and stop was amazing. Ratchet was the most amusing though. He had been already tense having seen and heard the reaction of the other two. Sam had managed to put him at ease quickly enough and then upon a nice sponge around the armor hidden behind the front lights the medic was close to a whimpering mess.

Bee truly did not know if Sam knew what he was doing to the four of them. He could see that his human was tired and knew that the boy would not have much energy to wash him as well. He opened his door and let his human sit down in the drivers seat, resting and catching his breath for a moment.
“Hope you’re not too upset it took me so long, Bee,” the boy said softly and ran caressing fingers down the steering wheel and over a bit of his dash.
Bee’s frame shivered for a moment and then the robot’s voice sounded softly, “It’s alright Sam. If you are tired you can wash me another day.”

Sam turned his head so as to rub his cheek against the headrest lovingly before he whispered softly, “ now how would that be fair to you that I washed everyone else but you? Though we’ll have to wait till tomorrow for me to have enough energy to give your interior a good rub down.”
Sam climbed back out of the car and closed to door, cutting off the sound of Bumblebee’s happy moan at the thought of tomorrow‘s activities.

Picking up the hose, Sam took his time wetting every inch of the car as he admired the way the water ran down the black racing stripes. He reached into another bucket and took out the softest sponge he could find and took a step forward so he could rest it teasingly on the trunk for a second or two before he began the loving circular motion that he knew Bee loved so much. Bumblebee was washed almost every other week so Sam didn’t have to worry about scrubbing the crusted collection of elements like with the other autobots. He could take his time simply touching Bumblebee and providing a gentle friction and cleansing. When he washed the rims and tires Bee’s entire frame shuddered, when he stretched over the hood so he could reach across it’s entire length, the robot was shivering so fast it was close to a vibration which had the human moaning softly as he was pressed against the painted metal of the car.

He made his way slowly around the vehicle, loving running his fingers in a teasing pumping motion over the antenna as his other hand lightly scrubbed at the side mirror, running fingers over and around the door handles and key holes, and just letting the sponge and his hands run over every inch of paint they could reach. Sam had actually forgotten that they had an audience, he was so focused on Bumblebee. He worked his way to the backend of the vehicle and kneeled down so as to get all of the grooves of the trunk and bumper with the sponge and absently let his hand wander to Bee’s tailpipe. The sound of the camaro’s engine softly revving had his attention and he moved both hands and sponge to the chrome pipes.

“Bumblebee, is he touching your tailpipe?”
“THE MATRIX! What does it feel like?”
Bumblebee listened to his radio half-heartedly as his human teased and touch him drawing pleasure bordered to pain. He noted the deep and near breathy voices of his comrades and started to realize that Sam must have forgotten they were still there and that they appeared to get as more enjoyment watching now that they knew just what it felt like to be cared for like this. He revved his engine trying hard not to be too vocal as to draw attention to Sam from any possible neighbors, but it was damn near hard with the boy’s hands sponging his exposed pipes.
“OH PRIMUS! He’s moving faster!”

Sam blushed faintly as Bee revved his engine again and took the sponge in both hands, pressing firmly against the underside of the pipes under the car and began scrubbing a little harder and faster. His arm muscles were burning from the long use and his fingers were pruning, but it was for his Bee he could deal with it. With that happy thought in mind he leant in on a forward stroke and pressed a soft kiss on the car’s back bumper which, to Sam’s near shock induced heart attack, had Bumblebee’s horn blaring and the whole car started to shake for several minutes. He was just reaching a hand out to touch the camaro when the other four cars had a similar reaction, horns blaring, sirens sounding, lights flashing in a near strobe effect which lasted for several minutes.

The few neighbors that were still home walked out and were giving the boy strange looks as Sam yelled out, “Sorry! I accidentally set of the alarms while washing them!”
After giving him some pretty weird looks the curious people slowly started making their ways back indoors. Sam turned and hurriedly made his way to Bee’s door, pulling it open and sitting down.
“Guys? Bee? What the hell was that about?”

The car still appeared to be shaking slightly, even more so when Sam ran a worried hand down the seat he was sitting on. Optimus Prime’s voice sounded through Bee’s radio, “That…was most enjoyable, Sam. We thank you for your kindness and attention.”
“Well I wanted to make sure you guys weren’t mad at me for not making it yesterday…”
“I do believe that you have been forgiven,” Optimus’s voice chuckled, “we should leave now before we get you into anymore trouble. Bumblebee send word if anything out of the ordinary occurs.”
“Yes Sir,” Bee said softly as the three vehicles started up and sluggishly made their way back out of his driveway and down the street.

Sam watched them leave before looking back at the radio.
“Bee? I’m not joking, why did you guys freak out like that?”
Bumblebee was silent for a moment more before his voice filtered through the speakers, “it would appear that through all these hard years of battle we have learned to take just as much enjoyment from watching someone else receive pleasure as when we receive it ourselves.”
Sam paused for a moment to let his brain process that and then blushed bright red before stuttering, “y…you mean they…?”
“And you…?”
“Oh god,” Sam brought his hands to his face trying to rub away some of the sweat and embarrassment from his cheeks.
“Sam this might not be the best of time to bring this up, but… Optimus and the others wish to know if they can be present for the next time you give me a washing and rub down my interior.”
Sam just let his forehead drop onto the steering wheel.
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: The classic version of that song
NiYankeitsu on August 1st, 2007 04:34 am (UTC)
... just so you know....

this is so difficult to not giggle madly INSANELY and to try and mellow down my maniac smile when i read this (in the library XDXD)


would definately love MORE of this stuff XDXD
Bearer of Overwhelming Charismasbanchs on August 1st, 2007 04:35 am (UTC)
*brain melts*

that was hot......*falls over*
red_wasabi89red_wasabi89 on August 1st, 2007 04:38 am (UTC)
In a word. Yes! Now another few words, sequel please!!
Technoxenophiliac voyeurflarn_fanfic on August 1st, 2007 04:51 am (UTC)
Woohoo, Autobots happy time!

That was simply scrumptious, I loved the build up as Sam moved from one vehicle to the other, and the detail of Ratchet seeming to be torn between excitement and apprehension after seeing what had happened to the others made me feel all warm and fuzzy... It was just such a cute behaviour!

And Ironhide, of course, likes it rough, lol!

A perfect combination of sensuous and adorable. Thank you so much for sharing. :)
NiYankeitsu on August 1st, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
btw....................... won't it be hell of the interesting if they were washed in robot form (though it'll take a day to get one done) XD
pocky_no_jutsupocky_no_jutsu on August 1st, 2007 05:00 am (UTC)
I-i-oh Jebus, I can't stop laughing!

This was amazing. There was no way I could keep a straight face through all that.


Thank you for making my night. You awesome person, you.
pocky_no_jutsupocky_no_jutsu on August 1st, 2007 05:05 am (UTC)
Oh, Jesus, I had to read it again.

I have one more thought.

Hallelujah for vehicle/robotic voyerism.
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(no subject) - yukihoshino on August 1st, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
dark_karidark_kari on August 1st, 2007 05:09 am (UTC)
OH MY GAWD He got FRESH with Optimus xD and the others

The_Infamous_Katiruka_tsuki on August 1st, 2007 05:51 am (UTC)
I knew it....all Autobots are perverts XD

I was between being completely aroused and laughing my head off. Good job
antiquixoticantiquixotic on August 1st, 2007 06:06 am (UTC)
Holy Hanna, that was awesome! And hot. Smokin' hot, actually.

...Damn, now I need a cold shower and a cigarette.
Daraaten_ra on August 1st, 2007 06:35 am (UTC)
I really want to go out and wash the cars now.

At 1:30 in the morning....
Ra Jollyreigningfyre on August 1st, 2007 07:11 am (UTC)
You make me cry tears of joy. Really, you really do. ::grins:: Would you allow me to post this on the DA club and link it back here for you? So...it can be shared to an even wider range? ::pleads:: Plz?!
 Lunar Fox Wolfen: Someone Else's weirdoyukihoshino on August 1st, 2007 07:09 pm (UTC)
Sure thing! Do you want me to post it on my DA account for linkage too or whould it be better if just here?
(no subject) - reigningfyre on August 2nd, 2007 07:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
Devilish Kurumi: Random - Shakespeare Slashdevilishkurumi on August 1st, 2007 07:43 am (UTC)
Sam is such an Autobot slut XD

Win, this is made of it.
Tiara Shintiarashin on August 1st, 2007 10:15 am (UTC)
This is great! *is bouncing happily* Love it! *goes back to reread*
speechie42: Barricadespeechie42 on August 1st, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)
Orgy fun! *happy dance* Love this fic SO FUCKING MUCH!!!
Lola Hardlola_hard on August 1st, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)
Jeez, I can't seem to stop laughing :D That was ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS! LOL

"Where Optimus appeared to enjoy the difference in textures of sponges between hard and soft, Ironhide would actually rev his engine in what sounded like protest any time Sam went to use a soft sponge on him." - so Ironhide! %D

And Bee must be the happiest Autobot EVAH for having Sam all for himself! :D

Excellent job! :D