compliment to my previous deviation: [link]
Which one is Mr. Vain and which one is Prima Donna?
What can I say? I had to draw them together again, that, and play with a little fiction too. a little exerpt. Someday I'll make a full fic out of it, but I got too many fics to finish up
if the pic looks a little wonky, i was originally going to keep it just their heads, then I just kinda doodled in the rest til I ran out of paper. *shrug* I dunno, I ain't satisfied with it but for some reason I like it.
Sunstreaker pushed himself from the couch and stomped forward. “What does it fraggin’ take to piss you off?”
Sunny spun around and pinned the corvette in place, fixing him firmly on the couch, before sealing his lip components over Tracks’ red mouth. The vette jerked, startled, then calmed without struggle. Sunstreaker backed away once he realized that the corvette was not about to fight him at all. “You were just going to let me do that?”
“I’m not afraid of you, Sunstreaker. You‘ll get nothing out of me.”
Sunstreaker scowled. “I’ll get something out of you, all right.”
“I won’t scream.” the corvette chuckled, still taking everything as a joke.
“Wanna bet?” Sunstreaker leaned in again and kissed Tracks harshly.
To Sunstreaker’s surprise, Tracks slowly encircled his neck with his arms. Sunstreaker frowned and pulled back, pulling Track’s hands off him. “Don’t touch me,” Sunstreaker commanded.
“And why not?”
“Because I said so.”
“Then what, might I ask, do I do?”
Sunstreaker tightened his grip over Tracks’ hands. “You can start by sitting still and keeping your trap shut.”
Tracks frowned, his playfulness fading. “I should have known you would be a mean drunk-”
Sunstreaker’s grip tightened as he lunged in for another harsh kiss, initiating his want for control over the vette.
“Wait!“ The blue car shook his head, trying to dislodge his lips from Sunstreaker’s. “Mnh!”
“Shh!” The Lamborghini hushed gruffly against Tracks’ mouth. “You brought this on yourself.”
A low moan and Tracks kissed back. Who says he didn't want this? He looped a leg around Sunstreaker's and pulled him closer.
With a deep sigh, Sunstreaker let up and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" The corner of Tracks' mouth curled up slightly as his foot caressed the Lambo's leg.
"It's distracting." Sunstreaker unwound his leg from Tracks' and sat astride the corvette's lap, a knee on either side of his hips.
Tracks pouted, pushing out his bottom lip. "This isn't very fair."
"That's the general idea."
"Let my hands go?"
"No." Sunstreaker leaned into Tracks and kissed a slow agonizing path along his jawline, pushing the vette's head up to gain access to his neck. "I'm gonna enjoy this."
augh! it's past my bedtime, i gotta stop so i can get to bed and sleep for a few before work. and just when it was getting juicy too! oh poo!