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“I love you to Cybertron and back.” Those words came out so naturally from Mirage’s mouth, Noah felt that sense of belonging just being on the rooftop with his boyfriend. Nothing else mattered as the sun rose upon New York showering the state in the golden light.
He didn’t know how much time passed but eventually Mirage let him go to transform back into the Porsche, climbing in felt as natural as everything else. Nothing felt better then going to the new shared place that they both were eventually going to be able to call home.
“Hey Noah, you going to go back to bed when we get back home?” The autobot asked quietly as he noticed how his boyfriend still looked a bit sleepy . Noah looked out the window, his lips curling up into a gentle smile as he responded, “Yeah, still a bit annoyed you woke me up so early but I loved watching the sun rise.”
“Well when we get back home, I can tuck you in and make sure you are all comfy. Maybe get you a nice cup of coffee as an apology?”
“I will keep you accountable for that cup of coffee Raj’,” Noah chuckled trying to figure out on earth would he even get the coffee in the first place, there was no coffee pot in the warehouse yet and it wasn’t like Mirage could waltz inside of a coffee shop especially since it’s not like most New York-ers would accept a 15 foot tall mechanical alien. The roads passing by, graffiti on the sides of buildings. Noah never wanted to leave the state to live anywhere else, no where could feel as familiar as the streets of New York.
“Home sweet home,” Mirage chirped over the radio as he pulled up into the warehouse, transforming into his usual form. Carrying Noah in his arms, Noah was so used to it at this point that he just lay in his boyfriend’s arms leisurely till he was placed down on the mattress in the makeshift bedroom. Mirage was gentle as he gently tug off Noah’s shoes.
“Raj’ you don’t gotta do all of this,” Noah chuckled softly and sleepily, the shoes came off then his shirt. He could feel the lingering cold metal fingers across his back. The autobot could practically shiver in anticipation just feeling the warmth under his digits. “Well I like helping you, the more I can help the better I feel. I wouldn’t want you lifting a finger if I could do it.”
Noah tried to protest till he was being wrapped like a burrito with a blanket. The bot giggling to himself as this action restricted nearly all movement.
“Raj’ I swear, I will throw my chancla at you when I get out of this,” Noah threatened, his tone of voice betraying him as he was amused by this. Mirage could only set Noah down in bed before pressing a kiss against Noah’s lips, the bot letting out a small exhale before pulling away, “Get some more sleep hun before you beat me up later today.”
“I shall mi amor.” Mirage began to settle down, resting in a way where his head was resting on the side of the bed, he wanted to be closer to Noah, his body curled up. He quietly stared at his boyfriend’s relaxed face. There was something comforting in the way how humans could sleep so peacefully looking.
Eventually he closed his eyes and mimicked what Noah was doing, he could see why sleep was enjoyable. It was quite relaxing.
…
“Raj’ wake up man,” Noah spoke as he nudged Mirage hard. The bot woke up with a light static-y groan, “What do you need?”
“I need you to be up, we got errands to run today and we need to continue with renovations if we want this place to be finished any time this year,” Noah pestered, he wanted to finish fixing stuff around the place so he didn’t have to sleep in a place full of plastic sheets and boxes. He also wanted to be able to cook on a stove then a hot plate or using Mirage’s cannon.
“I’ll be up in 5 minutes,” Mirage grumbled as he sat up feeling different, he didn’t know why lately he has been feeling off. It was after every time when he mimicked how humans slept, never after him doing a nice quick stasis. Eventually he stood up, following after Noah who was sitting on a box near a toaster, he made a quip, “Not going to use my cannon to warm up your food?”
“Well as much as it is faster, it’s a pain cleaning the food out,” Noah answered referring to all the times crumbs have fallen into the cannon so he would have to help Mirage out by cleaning it out for him. Mirage could only chuckle and sit cross legged in front of Noah, “Well thank Primus you humans have small hands, makes it easier to get things out from small cervices.”
“Pleased to know your opinions on my hands,” Noah responded, rolling his eyes with his lips curved up into in a smile. The toast popped up and that was his cue to grab it, the food burning his fingers slightly as he plucked it out before eating it without even putting anything on it, the toast practically sucking the moisture out of his mouth. Mirage just watched, his optics fixated on his boyfriend eating.
“You got a staring problem,” Noah commented on between bites of his food.
“It’s only a problem when you are around,” The bot replied sounding amused with himself, practically blaming Noah for simply just existing. “Can’t help but stare at MY hot boyfriend.”
There was an obvious emphasis on the ‘my’ part in the sentence. The way Mirage could only just stare at Noah for hours with the same look in his optics, that look of admiration and love was obvious.
“Well we gotta get to work,” Noah chuckled, his face feeling warm a bit because it was hard to not feel unaffected by the gaze. Mirage stood up and began helping out with whatever he could. He was moving some boxes around when he broke the sound of shuffling around with a question, “Hey Noah, once we are finished with unpacking and fixing up the place, what should we do? I watched a bunch of movies where people throw house warming parties, are we going to do that?”
“Well I wouldn’t usually do that but if you want to we can, just remember that if we invite anyone it’s people who know about you, being you y’know.” Noah answered as he knew that the cybertronian would try to invited everyone if he could. Mirage let out a deep mock sigh, he knew that but it didn’t mean he couldn’t feel just a bit bummed out. He wished that him being an alien wasn’t such a big issue, he hated the feeling of being judged for where he came from and how his appearance makes nearly everyone assume that he is going to hurt others. The again the decepticons do not make it any easier by attacking and using people against the autobots.
“Who would you want to invite?” Noah asked as he opened up a random box to pull out the items inside, Mirage was tearing the plastic wrap off a rug that was going to go in the bedroom.
“I say the whole team, maybe some coworkers and your mother and brother.” Mirage answered, as he set the rug down after lifting up the mattress, Noah was trying to picture what his mother would try to get for Mirage as a house warming gift, probably some oil for the joints.
“Well if we need to finish unpacking so we can set up for a party.”
“I just wanna skip to the good part,” The autobot sighed as he got the case of wandering eyes instead of continuing to work on unpacking, admiring Noah move around “heavy” boxes was a lot more interesting especially when he wore a tank top. Noah noticed his boyfriend blatantly staring instead of working, he chuckled, “At this rate nothing will get done.”
He set the box down on top of another one before walking on over.
“What am I going to do with you Raj’?”
“Well I got some ideas of what I want to do with you,” Mirage purred, his spark feeling hotter in his chest cavity. He needed a break from all of the boring moving in and renovations, it was draining him and he itched for something more exciting. The type of excitement he craved from Noah. “Okay we can have a quick break Raj’ but we are going to unpack more stuff don’t you think-”
Noah let out a muffled grunt as Mirage gotten down and kissed him hard, practically bruising type of kiss not that it would be the first time Mirage accidentally bruised him with a kiss. His hands went up to grab the autobot’s face as they kissed, he was lifted up to straddle the bot’s waist. Engaging in a make out wasn’t really on Noah’s to do list today but it seemed like it obviously was on Mirage’s.
Mirage moved around till they were in the makeshift bedroom, Mirage leaning back against the wall as his hands started to wander around. Hand going underneath Noah’s tank top to feel the warmth of Noah’s skin.
“Raj’ you are such a horrible bot, we will never finish unpacking,” Noah grumbled between kisses, his words lacking any annoyance though as he was enjoying the make out. Mirage’s voice box emitted a rumbling chuckle, Noah found it freaky at times when Mirage spoke while kissing. “Who said anything about me wanting to be well behaved when you are around?”
About 30 minutes later and the longest steamy make out session later, Noah was quite disheveled. Shirt all wrinkled and hair all messy. Face all flushed as he went back to moving boxes around, Mirage was all pleased with himself.
“Eres un hombre muy travieso, a veces no te soporto.” Noah muttered under his breath as he blew a few strands of hair out of his face. He thinks to himself, ‘I seriously need to get a haircut, my hair is getting way too long.’
…
It was quiet, a quarter past 10 and Noah found himself staring into Mirage’s bright glowing optics. It was eerie at times because it is practically dark with the only thing being extremely visible is the autobot’s glowing blue optics.
“Mirage?” Noah whispered, the bot hummed softly and his optics narrowed slightly, his large servos on Noah’s leg, digit rubbing small circles and the occasional random cybertronian words. “Do you ever wonder where we will be in the future?”
“Sometimes, yes. How come?”
“I don’t know, just thinking about it,” Noah murmured with a shrug, usually people fantasied about marrying their partner. He did think about it regularly but he really didn’t know if the world was ready for inter-specie marriage. It wasn’t a normal occurrence that a man decides to tie the knot with extraterrestrial life forms not to mention one that happened to be male. Mirage noticed how Noah’s eyebrows were knitted and how he fidgeted with the blanket, he knew that his boyfriend was thinking about something that was weighing in on his mind.
“Is there something you are thinking about? Do you wanna talk about it?” Mirage offered his support, his optics softening as he lightly squeezed Noah’s thigh. Noah pursed his lips debating on bringing the subject up but decided against it since they have been barely dating for half a year now. He answers, “There is something on my mind but I think it can wait. It’s nothing urgent, I can wait till we reach that bridge and cross it. Till then I think I will just focus on the present.”
“Okay then, if you ever want to talk about it, I am here,” Mirage murmured as he got closer and pressed a kiss against the temple, lingering to feel the pulse. Noah smiled as he rubbed his hands along the metal helm. He could only wonder what the future held for the both of them.