Wheeljack braced his elbows on the ground, looming over Dima. They were in some forest, in a clearing. It was deep night, the stars were in the sky, the soft light of the moon made Wheeljack's paintwork gleam.

Wheeljack stared down at Dima beneath him. He was careful not to go down on him too hard, afraid he'd crush him. Dima's warm palms on his faceplay. For the first time Wheeljack was so... serious. Usually he acted like an idiot, joking and being sarcastic.. But now? This was a part of him he'd never shown to anyone but Bulkhead.

"Nervous?" Wheeljack asked quietly.

"It's not like I never kissed anyone, Jackie." Dima answered.

Wheeljack leaned down. Even though he was bigger, much bigger than Dima, he tried to be gentle. His optics slowly closed and finally their lips met. It wasn't a hot or desperate kiss; no, this kiss was slow. Just a touch of lips on lips. Their first kiss.