This was better than road rash fer shure, but it was not one bit less embarrassing.
It was also way worse. Injury just felt awful, but this was some unholy intersection of delicious and painful, with just an edge of--was it humiliation? He didn't really experience shame, but something in his code-brother's teasing tone and factual presentation had him by the short ones mentally as well as demonstrably.
Clu was positive this was the best worst thing to ever happen to him. And, at least privately, Clu agreed it was his own fault. Though agreeing and admitting it were totally different things.
"I am not," slowly, with deliberation, "injured. But thanks for," oh-- "Looking out for me."
The hacker raised an eyebrow, and that was all, and Clu almost came.
"N-no?" Maker, it wouldn't take much more. He couldn't take much more. He breathed quick and harsh through his nose and focused on what his code-brother was telling him. "I mean, I didn't realize."
It had always gone down before; he figured he could just, not. There wasn't anything wrong with it, of course. Solo circuit work felt great! He'd just never been clued in that it was necessary, or helpful.
Or that not doing it could cascade quite so dramatically.
But as his code-brother's explanations veered back to the lightcycle, Clu got an intense, entirely unprompted visual of--how would a wizard even use a wand that big--
He felt it where he leached almost white a second at the description of exactly how he could get rebalanced. And, ordinarily, right about now Clu would have started babbling to cover his predicament and cool his jets a little.
All he managed was a low grunt, with a hard, gruff, "Bikes are sexy."
The staging area?
Like, the, all the way past the showers and down the hall--he winced. He would walk, thank you, no way was he getting carried. And they'd be able to lock the doors, at least.
He would walk. He could walk.
He squirmed for being teased, and for the thought of going over his code-brother's shoulder, just hauled into position because he was too horny to even move.
"Man, come on!" It was too sharp to be a snarl and too guttural for a whimper, pure, incredible frustration. He really would not be able to move in a minute. "Just gimme a hand up, would ya?"
no subject
It was also way worse. Injury just felt awful, but this was some unholy intersection of delicious and painful, with just an edge of--was it humiliation? He didn't really experience shame, but something in his code-brother's teasing tone and factual presentation had him by the short ones mentally as well as demonstrably.
Clu was positive this was the best worst thing to ever happen to him. And, at least privately, Clu agreed it was his own fault. Though agreeing and admitting it were totally different things.
"I am not," slowly, with deliberation, "injured. But thanks for," oh-- "Looking out for me."
The hacker raised an eyebrow, and that was all, and Clu almost came.
"N-no?" Maker, it wouldn't take much more. He couldn't take much more. He breathed quick and harsh through his nose and focused on what his code-brother was telling him. "I mean, I didn't realize."
It had always gone down before; he figured he could just, not. There wasn't anything wrong with it, of course. Solo circuit work felt great! He'd just never been clued in that it was necessary, or helpful.
Or that not doing it could cascade quite so dramatically.
But as his code-brother's explanations veered back to the lightcycle, Clu got an intense, entirely unprompted visual of--how would a wizard even use a wand that big--
He felt it where he leached almost white a second at the description of exactly how he could get rebalanced. And, ordinarily, right about now Clu would have started babbling to cover his predicament and cool his jets a little.
All he managed was a low grunt, with a hard, gruff, "Bikes are sexy."
The staging area?
Like, the, all the way past the showers and down the hall--he winced. He would walk, thank you, no way was he getting carried. And they'd be able to lock the doors, at least.
He would walk. He could walk.
He squirmed for being teased, and for the thought of going over his code-brother's shoulder, just hauled into position because he was too horny to even move.
"Man, come on!" It was too sharp to be a snarl and too guttural for a whimper, pure, incredible frustration. He really would not be able to move in a minute. "Just gimme a hand up, would ya?"