Can you teach me?

      The moonlight barely penetrated through the dense layer of water, not giving the room even the faintest illumination. The small but cozy room was illuminated only by the bluish—blue light of the monitor, on which a computer game was flashing at lightning speed. Two sixers were placed on the floor of the compartment, with joysticks in their hands: Skywarp, the owner of the room, and Thundercracker, who stayed the night with him. Thundercracker often stayed with him at night, simply because after they settled on earth, he began to sleep worse, he often had nightmares, and Skywarp just didn't mind the company, it was still more fun together, you could at least play computer games all night, watch TV series, gossip about other things or just talk. Of course, some mechs used to look at them askance, suspecting that these two sixers had no harmless friendship there at all, even Starscream asked a couple of times if Thundercracker really needed his own compartment, because he appears there at most twice a week. Thundercracker usually did not respond to this, except that Starscream exaggerated about his stay in his compartment. They basically tried not to pay attention to others. They weren't particularly bothered. The Decepticons didn't bother them, well, except for Starscream, but you could just laugh off the leader of the triad and continue to arrange overnight stays.       And it would have been all right if Skywarp hadn't noticed one day that Thundercracker had changed. Until tonight, Thundercracker spent three whole days sleeping in his compartment, only today their communication has more or less improved. But Skywarp saw that something was wrong. Thundercracker seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him, talking somehow dryly, for example, this morning, in the dining room, he was sitting at the table with Starscream and two more Decepticons, even without looking in his direction, although they used to always go everywhere together. It was stressful. In the late afternoon, when Skywarp finally found Thundercracker and offered to fly up on the pretext of warming up, Thundercracker surprisingly agreed, but when Skywarp took his hand, in order to teleport outside the base, he shuddered, recoiled from him as from fire and offered to take the elevator. Skywarp didn't really know how to talk about any serious topics, and therefore hoped that everything would resolve itself this evening and that the last three days had been a simple misunderstanding. But — unfortunately for him — everything turned out to be much more complicated.       Skywarp was concentrating on pressing the buttons on the consoles, quickly fingering his thumbs, occasionally glancing at the Thundercracker who was not particularly interested in the game. The blue seeker looked bored and at the same time anxiously at the screen, then at the floor somewhere. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the game, completely unnecessary thoughts crept into the processor, which made him lose almost the fifth rink in a row. The Skywarp's name with the inscription "WINNER" appeared on the screen again and the seeker threw the joystick aside.       — Hooray, I won again. — Skywarp stated boringly.       He was about to launch a new round, but suddenly remembered that he had decided at least once in his life not to go with the flow and get an answer from his silent friend. Pausing the game, he turned to Thundercracker.       — Bro, — Skywarp put his manipulator on Thundercracker's shoulder, causing the latter to flinch. — You haven't been yourself lately, has something happened?       Thundercracker said nothing. He tried to pull Skywarp's hand off his shoulder, but Skywarp persistently left it where it was. An unpleasant heat passed through the hull and remained somewhere in the fuel tank, making the Thundercracker embarrassed. The spark instantly changed its rhythm and beat twice as fast as it had five minutes ago. He didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't know the answer himself, it was too difficult. He wasn't honest with himself, let alone about other transformers, even those as close as Skywarp. Skywarp was already really gripped by a wave of anxiety, he did not understand why his friend was silent, why he was behaving so strangely, maybe he had done something wrong? But then the Thundercracker is slow After venting, he raised his heavy gaze to Skywarp.       — I — Thundercracker paused for a moment, but then continued. — I wanted to ask, did you kiss?       Above the optical arcs of the Skywarp curved into incomprehension. With a barely audible laugh, he tried to find a more appropriate answer in his processor.       — Oh, of course. — Skywarp answered as carelessly as possible. — And why do you need to?       Trying to sound more calm — so as not to betray his genuine interest — Skywarp asked a question. He didn't even know the hypothetical answer, but he expected anything anyway. Thundercracker hesitated slightly and gently removed Skywarp's hand from his shoulder. He looked away again, looking for something interesting in the metal floor. But no matter how hard he tried to collect his thoughts, Skywarp's worried faceplate prevented him from doing so, as if he wanted to burn a hole in him with his gaze. Giving up, Thundercracker exhaled wearily and looked at him again.       — Can you teach me? Vocalizer Thundercracker faltered uncomfortably on the last word, which made him visibly embarrassed himself.       Skywarp expected almost everything except this, the seeker confidently looked into the red optics opposite and froze. A spark seemed to flare up and unpleasantly burned my insides. The processor couldn't digest such information, what the hell does it even mean?! Skywarp swallowed nervously.       — What? — Skywarp was surprised by the question put to him. — No, of course I can, but what do you mean by "Teach"? Thundercracker looked resolutely into his optics. The spark froze, and the refrigerant appeared on the palms. It's terribly embarrassing.       — Just a quick kiss and that's it. Thundercracker tried to look as unperturbed as possible, if at all possible in his position.       — Okay, one kiss. — Skywarp chuckled slightly, trying to defuse the situation, but it turned out disgusting. Taking someone else's hand in his manipulator, he lifted it slightly, thereby taking Thundercracker by the hand. — Take me by the neck, it will be more convenient.       Thundercracker obediently put his hand on Skywarp's neck. The last one it seemed that at the moment he felt the whole range of emotions when falling in love. Energon rushed to his cheeks, causing them to blush, his palms cooled down in an instant, and his voice became impossibly hoarse. Taking a deep breath, he gently placed his hand on Thundercracker's waist, making him flinch. A spark flickered when he met his gaze again.       — Now tilt your head a little. Thundercracker obediently complied with the request. — Yes, that's it.       Skywarp froze. His faceplate was a couple of centimeters away from someone else's, a little more and their lips would touch. He closed the optics and, after venting deeply, opened it again.       —Okay, and now, — He exhaled in embarrassment. — It's just...       Skywarp didn't have time to finish. Thundercracker kissed timidly, which made Skywarp blush even more. Confused and alarmed, he tried to take the initiative anyway. Wrapping his slightly rough palm around Thundercracker's waist, he kissed him more aggressively and tried to push the gloss through the dentures. Such a short kiss seemed like an eternity, the processor was clouded for both, it seemed that there was not much more and they were disconnecting from an overabundance of emotions. Thundercracker was the first to pull away, slowly removing his manipulator from Skywarp's neck, he tried to catch his breath, Skywarp was in no hurry to let go of Thundercracker.       Thundercracker smiled. — It was weird.       Skywarp didn't say anything, but he also smiled back. It won't be long before he forgets it.