Prompt 56-Breakfast

AN: This is inspired by one of Darknlite's pictures of the Lambo twins.

"You're up early," Sideswipe murmured onlining his optics and stretching his arms high above his head. From the tiny porthole in their quarters he could barley see the sun peeking over the horizon. He quickly looked at his chronometer to confirm the time, 5:45 A.M.

"I hope I didn't wake you," Mirage replied approaching the berth where his bond mate lay. "I have patrol duty in downtown Portland in eighteen hundred astro seconds." He lay down next to his lover on the berth.

"Oh yeah..." The Lamborghini placed an arm a round Mirage's chest plate, and propped his helm up with his arm. "Already hit the wash racks?" He touched a few forgotten water droplets streaked the white and blue metal of Mirage's chest plate. He breathed in, and he couldn't help but notice the alluring scent of detergent on his lover.

"Yes," the racecar replied.

"I don't want you to go," the Lamborghini complained. "See if Sunny, or Blue, or Hound would trade you..." Sideswipe turned the blue mech onto his back, and straddled him.

"Sides you know no one would cover my shift on such short notice... I have to..."

"Hmmm..." Sideswipe pouted.

Mirage kissed his bond mate chastely on the lips. Sideswipe brushed his glossa against his partner's lip components to try and deepen the kiss, but pulled away in disgust. Mirage didn't taste smooth and metallic like usual. Instead he tasted bitter. "Wax? Yuck! Who waxes right before they go on patrol?"

"It was past time. My dermal plating..."

"Yeesh. You're starting to sound like Sunstreaker. But yeah, icky gross wax is the first thing I really wanna taste in the morning. Get outta here," he jeered playfully unpinning his bond mate.