Prompt 62-Spring

Sideswipe held him sprawled over his lap, his fingers buried underneath all his plating. With all the noise he was making...Anyone who didn't know what torture he was enduring would've thought...

The metal coil was rigid, taut, and guarded by a thick bundle of wires. It's usual function was to provide flexibility during transformation. At that moment however, it was being slowly uncoiled then released for no reason other than to amuse a certain Lamborghini.

"Boing,"

"Stop it Sides that tickles!" Mirage giggled and flinched against the Lamborghini's touch.

"Hmmm...What have we here?" The Lamborghini's fingers prodded farther underneath Mirage's dermal plating.

"Do-on't" he wailed. "Stop it!" He managed to elbow Sideswipe in the abdomen.

"Don't stop huh?" Sideswipe readjusted his grip on Mirage trapping him in a headlock. "I wouldn't even begin to consider it."

"Boing," Sideswipe ran the coil through the length of his fingers, and released it once again.

"You know that would al-hee-almost feel nice if you weren't such a..."