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Secret Santa 2013

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Published: Dec 24, 2013

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A/N: Merry Christmas . I did my best with the characterization of TFA Rodimus and Hot Shot. I hope you enjoy the little story here nevertheless.

Part of 's Secret Santa event.

"Easy there youngling," Red Alert quietly said. Hot Shot grimaced as he was forced to hop into the med-bay on the account of his damaged/missing leg.

"I'm-I'll be fine Red, just set me down there," Hot Shot exhaled shakily.

Red Alert maneuvered him to a berth right beside Rodimus Prime. The young Prime was fast asleep, still recovering from his nasty encounter with Cosmic Rust. The rust patches were all gone, thankfully, but it did a number to his systems, causing him to recharge often.

Red became aware that the blue and yellow youngling picked at the bandages that were wrapped around his midsection.

"Tck!" Red Alert swatted at that offending servo.

"It itches!" Hot Shot whined.

"Itches or not, that will have to stay in place. You got a nasty gash there," the femme medic reminded him.

Hot Shot pouted. No one knew how the cut to his abdominal plates happened. The other medics would have missed it if it weren't for energon seeping out of it.

"So, do I just have to wait then?" the youngling pouted.

"You know the drill; sit tight, I need to go and get Ironhide and Brawn down here." She got up and left.

Once the doors closed, Hot Shot turned to look at Rodimus. He's startled to see that the Prime's optics were open.

"How long were you up?" the shorter mech inquired.

"Long enough kid," Rodimus gave him a tired smile. "How you holding up?"

"Compared to you, I'm fine. I could ask likewise."

"Kinda stiff in some joints," he demonstrated by moving his servos. They squeaked a bit as they moved.

Hot Shot held onto the nearby table and hopped onto Rodimus.

"Whoa-easy!" Rodimus carefully scooted aside to let Hot Shot plop down next to him.

Not much to his surprise, the young mech latched onto his chassis, hugging him close.

"I missed you . . ."

"I was only isolated for several weeks," Rodimus replied softly. He used his right thumb to lightly stroke the youngling's forehead.

"It felt more than that," the pyrotechnician mumbled. He buried his face-plates against the red and orange mech's shoulder.

Rodimus used his other arm to tug his lover closer to him. He kissed the youngling's cheek.

Hot Shot giggled. Rodimus wasn't usually that affectionate unless they were alone.

Hey. Not a bad idea. Alone . . .

Hot Shot got mischievous and pulled Rodimus into a fiery kiss. The elder mech grinned and yanked the youngling on top of him, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

O*O*O

Outside . . .

Ultra Magnus headed to the med-bay where he was told that Rodimus was placed. As he keyed in his pass code, he looked up to a sight he didn't expect to see-

Hot Shot straddling Rodimus's hips, both their faces pink with lust-

The Magnus quickly stepped out and locked the door for them.

He would come back . . . later. Much later.

My Secret Santa for

who requested some Rodimus x Hot Shot, along with Magnus walking onto them while doing . . . 'some things'. I heard of this pairing before, I just never really shipped it myself.

Also, I'm not too good in writing smut, so I hope you'll forgive me on that.

I hope you love it! Merry Christmas!

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