Personal boundaries

      Standing at the table, Ratchet slowly laid out medical supplies on the shelves, as if stretching out time. After checking the chronometer again, Ratchet began to clean up even more slowly, he was waiting for someone, and this someone was late. They never agreed, never. Drift always came by himself after work to visit him. Ratchet was usually not particularly pleased with this and never hesitated to express his dissatisfaction, but in secret he always waited for him, as he did today. But today Drift seems to be a little late, Ratchet was waiting for him. The medic tried to believe that he was not waiting for him, he was just used to an annoying friend, and he was cleaning so slowly because he was tired, but in the depths of the spark he understood that it was all because of him, because of the Drift. He should have come 40 minutes ago, and no Ratchet has not counted the minutes since he finished work, at least that's what he wanted to think. Slag Drift, as soon as Ratchet became attached to him, decided not to come. Ratchet did not have time to think that if the Drift does not appear within 10 minutes, then he will leave, as the doors were immediately heard grinding and the culprit of Ratchet's discontent appeared on the threshold.       — Sorry, I'm late. Have you been waiting for me? — Drift was smiling slightly, he knew that Ratchet was waiting for him, but the medic was too proud to admit it.       When Ratchet saw him, he involuntarily smiled, and the optics shone a little brighter, but remembering that it was not for nothing that he ignored his improvised courtship, the medic turned away, continuing to clean up much faster.       — No, and I didn't even think about it. — Putting on a fake irritation, the medic threw over his shoulder even without looking at the Drift.       The manipulators didn't seem to obey, everything fell out of my hands, it was difficult to concentrate. No, he wasn't expecting it, it just happened. He wasn't going to admit it, he wasn't going to admit that he needed to Drift. Behind me, I heard Drift sitting down on the couch, looking with interest at the tools, boxes standing nearby and other junk. He often waited for him just to escort him to the compartment, and so been almost a week and a half, Ratchet has managed to get used to it. Continuing to examine the honey.Drift's gaze caught on the restless medic. Ratchet continued to nervously stuff things into drawers.       — If I hadn't been waiting, I would have left an hour ago. Ratchet, come on, I know I've been waiting. — Drift still stood his ground. In response, Ratchet vented irritably, about to turn to him       — I don't... — Ratchet didn't have time to finish his sentences.       Drift's warm manipulators gently hugged him from behind. His palms gently rested on Ratchet's waist, forcing him to shut up. The medic felt a pleasant warmth slowly spreading throughout his body. An unpleasant knot seemed to be tied in the fuel compartment, making Ratchet feel awkward and a little uncomfortable. Drift, on the other hand, tried to cling to the object of love with his whole body, wrapping manipulators around him. Drift carefully held him, occasionally tremulously stroking the medic's waist with his thumbs, forcing Ratchet's spark to beat with renewed vigor. Ratchet did not even dare to move, the ventilation was lost, in an attempt to restore breathing, the medic only began to drive the air faster again. Having come to terms with his hopeless situation, Ratchet tried to relax, hoping that he would not go beyond simple hugs. But the Drift was going to continue.       Putting the helmet on someone else's shoulder, Drift gently exhaled, burning someone else's cheek with warm air. A faint tremor went through Ratchet's faceplate, and he twitched. Drift still did not move, leaning his helmet on the medic's shoulder.       — Drift? What are you doing? — Ratchet asked timidly, surprised by such actions, emotions inside him were changing each other with great speed, he did not know how to react to it.       Drift let out an exasperated sigh again.       — I'm trying to kiss you. — Slightly covering the optics, Drift replied.       Less than a minute after these words, Drift tremblingly touched Ratchet's cheek with his lips. Trying not to think about what the medic's reaction would be, he only hugged him harder, continuing to kiss him slowly, thinking in parallel about what he would do next. Ratchet was not ready for this, turning slightly to Drift, he tried to look at him. The medic's faceplate became noticeably warmer, the refrigerant appeared on his palms, and he himself did not dare to move. Finally breaking away from him, Drift turned around and looked up, looking straight into the optics of the medic. Trying not to look away, he smoothly approached closer, so close that someone else's ventilation was felt. Still hesitating, he tried to ventilate steadily, blinking slowly and occasionally looking away. Holding Ratchet by the waist, Drift felt as awkward as possible, so Ratchet also does not react in any way, that's what it could mean? Finally gathering his thoughts, Drift slowly closed the optics, getting closer to Ratchet's lips, a little more and ... he stopped three centimeters away from him, freezing as if there was a barrier between them. He couldn't just kiss him, something was in the way.       But it seems Ratchet decided to take the initiative. Gently placing the manipulator on his cheek, the medic lightly ran his thumb over the faceplate, slowly moving forward. Drift did not expect an initiative on his part. Approaching as close as possible, Ratchet tremulously touched his lips. Boldly, without hesitation, the medic continued to kiss Drift, who did not immediately realize that this was happening right now, and not somewhere in his dreams. The drift did not take long to wait, after a few seconds he began to respond to the kiss aggressively pushing his gloss into Ratchet's slightly open mouth. Feeling how they began to respond to his kiss, the medic completely relaxed, pressing Drift closer to him, feeling him with his whole body.       And yet Ratchet did not regret that he decided to wait for him today.