isn't saying "i love you" straightforward almost kinda rare, today?
transformers ;; hotlock ;; wc: 674 ;; humanformers, underage drinking but not like- like- no minors were drinking in the making of this fic.
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Hot Rod is laughing, having a great time, and that fucking stranger slides his arm around his neck like Deadlock isn’t even there.
Deadlock just wanted to get drinks. He wanted to spend, like, two hours, with Hot Rod, just them, hanging out. So when this nobody came up to Hot Rod and started flirting with him, Deadlock had initially wanted to tell him just to fuck right off, but Hot Rod was clearly enjoying himself.
“You know, you really are a funny guy, Rod,” The stranger smiles, and Hot Rod smiles back, same charming smile as always. “Let me buy you another drink.”
Now, though, this is starting to get on his nerves. Deadlock’s eye twitches, and he leans closer to the redhead, gravel underlying his voice. “You’ve had enough already.”
Hot Rod glances back at him, confused, and the stranger squints at Deadlock. “I wasn’t really talking to you?” The stranger huffs, “what are you, his chaperone? You don’t know if he’s had enough.”
The stranger is chuckling. Deadlock wishes he’d had more to drink, he’d handle this better if he was hammered. Deadlock glares at the stranger, leaning closer to both of them. “He definitely has had enough, actually,” Deadlock growls, “considering he ain’t even old enough to drink, he’s had e-fuckin’-nough.”
Hot Rod’s eyes widen. “Deadlock, shut up.”
“Wait, seriously?” The stranger asks, backing up, removing his arm from Hot Rod’s neck. “How old are you?”
Before Hot Rod can say anything, Deadlock tells him, “he’s seventeen.”
“What?!” Hot Rod shouts, “Deadlock!”
The stranger puts his hands up, quickly scuttling away. “I’m out. I was never here.”
“He’s– he’s joking!” Hot Rod tries, but the stranger has already made his way to another table. Deadlock takes a sip of his drink, and Hot Rod snaps back around to glare at him. “Dude, what the fuck?!”
“You’ve had enough,” Deadlock huffs.
“First of all, I’ve had two drinks, second of all, I’m fucking twenty!” Hot Rod’s fists ball on the counter, anger bubbling up, spilling into his voice. “Why did you tell him I was a fucking kid?! You’re gonna get us kicked out!”
Deadlock slams his drink back down onto the countertop. “Great, we should leave anyway.” He gets up from his stool, making his way to the exit, and Hot Rod hurriedly trails after him.
Once they’ve made their way out, Hot Rod shouts, “what is your fucking issue?!”
Deadlock groans, tilting his head back. “I didn’t like the way that guy was talking to you, okay?”
“He was being friendly!”
“He was flirting with you!”
“What do you even care?!” Hot Rod yells, “not like you’re my BOYFRIEND or anything! We’re just friends, right?! Not even friends, we’re just fuckbuddies!” Hot Rod’s voice cracks, and when Deadlock looks back, he can see Hot Rod gritting his teeth, tears welling in his eyes. Deadlock takes a step closer to him, and Hot Rod wipes at his face.
“Roddy–”
“You don’t even like me!” Hot Rod shouts, “I don’t know why you even invited me out! You don’t like me at all!” Deadlock takes another step closer, and tears start to fall down the redhead’s face. “And now since you went and yelled out that I’m underage I’m– gonna fuckin’, gonna need to find another bar, and–!”
Deadlock reaches his hands forward, grips Hot Rod by his cheeks, and mashes their lips together.
Hot Rod startles, stiffens, and reaches his hands up to grab at Deadlock, but after a second he relaxes, hands dropping down to his sides, allowing Deadlock to continue.
After a moment, the taller pulls away, hands still holding onto Hot Rod’s face, and his thumbs wipe some of the tears off his cheeks. “Roddy,” he starts, “Shut. The fuck. Up.”
Hot Rod sniffles, sighs, and leans forward, burying his head into Deadlock’s chest. Deadlock moves one arm to wrap around Hot Rod’s back, and the other strokes his hair in an attempt to be comforting. “Can I go home?”
“Yeah,” Deadlock sighs, “yeah. Let’s go home.”