hopebetterdays

Title: Sam/Bee Drabbles
Pairing: Sam/Bee, some kind of Sam/Carly and Sam/Mikaela
Rating: Mostly PG (but at first rabble PG-13)
Summary: Love is sometimes hard but in the end they will always get each other
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I won't get money of this.


I want truth of all this. Truth about that what my car Bumblebee, feels for me and think of me. I don’t want that he lie for or to me. Im so tired of being out of this all. Sometimes Bee seems to like of me over everything and then when I try to touch him he retreats. I don’t want lying but I can’t live like this anymore. I want the truth.

Bumblebee’s PoV

I know that Sam is fed up with this situation. I am too. I would want him to be my own and I know that he is my sparkmate. Anyways, Optimus told me to wait for right moment. That’s why, that I want Sam, but I have been told to be without him, at least for now, Im at horrible situation. Myself I always touch him, when it is possible. I hide the touch to be as slip. Yesterday, we were driving with Sam, even though it rained very much and the road was very muddy. I drove with so big speed that when we returned home, I was quite muddy. Sam get or had to wash me. After washing, when Sam had already gone inside, I overloaded. On the other hand, when Sam start touching me, I always retreat, because I try to do as Optimus has told me to do, wait for the right time. After that I won’t search for the touch for little time. But I want him and I wish so badly that one day I get…if nothing else but at least tell what I feel.

John Lennon, Gimme Some Truth


Whisper may hurt you but without you I couldn’t live. Your blue optics glorify always my day. You did knew, that someday my feelings for you will grow bigger than feeling for my home driving car. I and Mikaela, thought that we would be something but we are nothing compared to us. I just reject your feelings for me saying that it would be impossible and I know I was selfish and rude. Just as you had accept me and Mikaela, we throw all that we had away just like there would ever been anything. After all that I don’t know how you can still love me. Wars won’t break you as I can and I don’t want to hurt you never again, I only wish that you could forgive me. Evil in this world in this world is anyways bigger than we can understand. And in the end your obligations can separate us but still those bring us together. Then there are mine obligations and one of those I keep that, that Im forever yours even what would happen.

Morrissey, You Know I Couldn’t last

I and Bumblebee are sitting at lake Bee take’s me to his hand and brings me to his face. I watch to his blue optics and he whispers that he loves me. Bee has watched me for long and now he gets to be with me. He has said so to Optimus and ask him to tell it to me. Optimus told it last time that we saw to me but I don’t understand why Bee couldn’t tell it himself. I decided anyways not to think about it. The main thing is that I know what he is thinking even though…well let that thing just be.
Bee is hhot. I haven’t ever see anything like him and now so interesting person is my car, best friend and my boyfriend.

Neil Young, Harvest Moon


Friday morning, Im returning home, to that home which don’t feel anymore my home. And Im leaving my real home where are autobots and form them the most important, my love Bumblebee. Bee has been as my car form that moment when autobots contacted me or in fact even before it but true him he showed then. He was my first car. Great and amazing, maybe little old looking when I bought him used, but still most wonderful car that I could wish. He could do his mission to protect me as my car but now he has to stay with other autobots to fight. I won’t be coming back here for so many years and I don’t know will I see Bee ever again. I try to understand that he can’t come with me and I have to come along without him, but it really hurts me badly. It hurt me more than anything does. It’s like all of my soul would be in fire knowing it will die there but it can’t do anything. I look once more down to hall where I see Optimus Prime, the great leader of the autobots whose life I have saved for twice and other autobots. Bee isn’t there. I haven’t see him at morning. I were night with him at his quarters. We talk about everything, mostly of us and of that what will happen in the future. Our sparks were once more one and I felt myself so good. So good, that I can’t never feel with Carly. I walk out and Im just driving away in the car which don’t feel right at all, but then I see black and yellow Camaro. From it’s stereos plays “I’ll Be Right Here Waiting For You” and I know that he will wait for me and be with me where ever I will go.

Friday Mouring, Morrissey

Title: Birthday present
Author: Hope
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Chris Evans/OC(his boyfriend)
Genre: drama
Summary: What if Chris Evans would have a boyfriend? Boyfriend who 'would always have loved Captain America and keep him as an idol and though they would love Chris more than anyone else, they do not want to change his hero? Let's find out what man like that will get as birthday present from his lover!

A/N: Okey again none beta for this... so I don't know how bad this is but anyways :) Gotta write something so here is something :) I will regret nothing but I will still hope that somebody will get something out of this ;)

Today is my birthday, but in a fairly dull one, when Chris will be all day at the studios. He left early in the morning before I was woken up. It was a little sad to wake up the whole house empty, and to know that Chris will be home late in the evening , but I smiled, when Chris had brought red roses to bed and the bedroom was cleaner than usual. I was just wondering, when he had managed to clean up without waking me.

I got up and out of bed slowly rubbing my eyes, and toddled to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror when I was brushing my teeth. I was just a normal 25-year-old man. I didn’t look like very strange, I owned blue eyes, which weren’t peculiar compared to Chris eyes, and sandy blonde hair which is currently pointing in all directions. I wasn’t fat, but not too skinny either. I’m maybe little short, but it hasn’t bothered me too much. So I was just a normal man, who just had one hell of a luck.

I met Chris a couple of years ago in a bar. We just started talking and we talked all night, then we exchanged phone numbers, and we agreed that we would text and meet again. I have to really admit that I didn’t even know he was an actor before I heard his name and it was in newspapers. After that I was a little wondering what I was doing, but we talked with Chris and we continued on meeting each other.

I wake from my thoughts, when the phone in nightstand announces its existence. I walk back to the side of the bedroom, pick up the phone and head the direction of the kitchen. The kitchen is also cleaned up, and curiously I check out our living room too, which also excels in purity. Chris has had to wake up really early.

I open the fridge and there I find the pre-loaded breakfast tray with card.

"Hi, baby, and happy birthday! I'm so sorry that I have to be over there today but you keep fun with your friends. I put breakfast for you and there is coffee still warm, if you sleepyhead didn’t slept too long… So, keep fun day and don’t drink too much, I have present for you when you come home. I’ll be home at sometimes around ten o’clock and I’ll need little time to get ready. So if you’re home sometimes around eleven it would be perfect ;) Love ya, your Chris”

I smile to myself, yes I have a wonderful boyfriend.

Next, I check my phone messages, where Sam says that he is going to take me up at twelve. We would go to the amusement park and for the evening to the close bar. That’s okey with me!

***

When I arrive home, after a fun day, a little before eleven, the house is just completely dark.
I sigh, Chris had probably stay at work for longer than he thought.
"Chris? Baby, are you home? "
No answer. So he's not at home.

I walk directly to the bedroom planning to go to bed when I see that he is forced to be home after all. The bedroom is filled with candles, a bed with red white and blue linens and on TV some old Avengers comic, where Steve is just fighting against the enemy. My smile widens all the time, Chris has really thought about me.

"What do you think?" A voice asks behind me and I waver little.

When I look at the direction of the sound, I find my own Captain America standing in front of me, and he poses for me.

"Wow! Yes, You know that I love it!" I say, and hug Steve or Chris, which one he now is.
I guess I can call him Steve when that is what he currently is?
"I thought that you have always wanted Steve Rogers in to your bed," Steve whispers in my ear.
"Well, yes, it is undeniably true ..."
"At your service," Steve says, and pose one more time before presses his lips lustfully on my own and I answer even more lustful if it is possible.

Steve pulls off my clothes and I just ship my fingers in his suit. I want to touch, I have always wanted to touch and now it’s finally possible. Acceleration doesn’t take very long, and when I lie naked underneath Captain America, I'm already completely hard. Eyes are looking at each other lustful and the air vibrates with nice way respect and admiration as well as the desire and the need to touch. Steven blue eyes light up in such a way i imagined in my dreams. Chris reminds more his role than he even think he does, at least in my world.

Although I maybe wouldn’t want to, I have to take off his suite too. I run my fingers once more among his suite before we pull it quickly from him. Immediately after getting the suite off I attack his nipples and I get surprised, but willing moan from him. Steve presses himself against me, and I would like to have him already inside of me, but I contain myself. This is a rare opportunity and I know that I get this time set the pace and I'm going to enjoy this.

He rolls with me, and we start kissing again. I've always liked kissing him, first, his lips are certainly the world's softest, but still he kisses always so hard that it gets me turned on. He stroked a little inner thighs and lower abdomen before taking me into his mouth. His lips will praise me for moans and hand play with his hair. He leaves for a moment to wander back to the thighs and presses there a couple of hot kisses. Soon, however, Steve moves back higher up and starts again, this time keeping his eyes tightly in me.

"Steve?"
Steve turns his blue eyes on me and show intercepts.
"Come here."
He pops back up to me and distributed kisses again.
"I want you inside of me. I've always dreamed about this. I need you. "

Steve smiles and takes lubricant from nightstand. He poured it in his hand and fingers, pushing then one of those fingers in me. I moan when I feel pain in my body but he calms me down with his blue eyes and as soon as I get used to that feeling he adds two fingers more.

Preparations are quickly out of the way and Steve is ready waiting for my permission.
“Yeah, make love to me.” I say, and Steve is pushes inside me.
I cried in pain, but it will soon wear off in favor.
I didn’t last long, as I watched that room, where is a lot of everything Captain America-related stuff and on TV movie version of Steve is displayed just after getting the super serum and I come squeezing those red white and blue sheets.
Steve speeds up and thrust harder.
"I’m coming ... Oh Ryan! Aaaah! "
He tries to pull himself out of me, but I grab his hand.
"Stay inside of me.”
And he comes there inside of me.

***

In the morning I wake up in Chris lap and the first thing I see is his sunny smile.
"Good morning," he whispers, and kissed my forehead.
"Good morning," I answer with a smile, and get one more kiss on my lips, too.
"What did you like of your present?"
"It was the best birthday gift ever. I love you, Chris! "
He laughs and ruffle my hair.
"It's nice to hear."
I change my face a little frowny.
"Well, hey, yes I love you, too," Chris says with a smile and presses his lips to mine.
He then stabilized.
"Did you like it more when I was in Steve?" He looks at me, with face I can’t read.
"I didn’t. I liked it when you were he, but I prefer it when you are my own Chris Evans," I say and get a smile back to his lips.