"Hey, you're getting chocolate on my shirt!" Wheeljack protested, watching as the chocolate from Ratchet's cookie slowly dripped onto his shirt.

"Oh, sorry." Ratchet apologized, wiping it up and licking it off his finger.

They were still in the same position, which was pretty scary when Ratchet held a glass of milk over Wheeljack's head.

"Okay, you gotta sit up if you're going to hold that. I feel like it's gonna dump on my head." Wheeljack chuckled, pushing Ratchet off of him.

"Aww do I have to? I was comfortable!" Ratchet pouted playfully, sitting up next to Wheeljack.

"So was I, But not with that glass over my head. We can still be comfy this way." Wheeljack replied, sitting up and stretching his arms. He put his cookie on a plate in his lap and leaned against Ratchet's shoulder.

Ratchet nestled his head against Wheeljack's shoulder and sighed, taking another bite of his cookie. "Y'know, being a human isn't too bad. At least cuddling is much more comfortable than before..." he said, thinking out loud. He wiped the chocolate from his mouth and took a sip of milk from his glass, placing it back down on the side table next to the couch.

"It's okay, as long as I'm with you." Wheeljack smirked, his cheeks flushing pink.

Ratchet snickered and blushed as well, feeling his face grow hot. "You're so fraggin' cute, I can't take it." He admitted, lightly kissing Wheeljack's cheek.

"I know. So you are you, sunshine." Wheeljack replied back, a cute smile on his face.

The show on tv was ignored as Wheeljack pulled Ratchet into a real kiss, pressing his lips against Ratchet's. It felt so much different than when they were in their normal forms but equally better at the same time.

Ratchet wrapped his arms around Wheeljack's neck and pulled him closer, accepting the kiss. They separated, each blushing as red as a tomato. He put Wheeljack's cookie on the table and pushed him down on the couch, laying on top of him. He gently kissed his neck, wrapping his arms around his head and sighing.

In return, Wheeljack also kissed along Ratchet's neck affectionately, twirling his soft hair in his fingers. He hugged him close, his face growing even redder.

While they were enjoying their moment together, they didn't notice that Smokescreen was behind the couch recording with his phone. He started giggling when Wheeljack started singing 'You are my sunshine' to Ratchet as he played with his hair. "Oh yeah... this is gonna be great for blackmailing!"

He might've said that a little too loud because right after he said that, Ratchet's head poked up. His face was even redder than before, but not because he was blushing.

"You-you've been there the whole time?!" Ratchet said, barely containing his rage and embarrassment.

Smokescreen smirked, holding up his phone. "Yup, and I've got it all on camera. Time to show Ultra Magnus what you do when he's not around!"

"You wouldn't dare! That's very private!" Ratchet snarled, sliding off of Wheeljack and standing up.

"Too bad, then." Smokescreen snickered, quickly taking a picture of angry Ratchet before running up the stairs.

Ratchet had an evil grin on his face as he casually went over to the stairs. "I'll be back, sweets. Time to show Smokescreen what happens when you mess with me..."

Wheeljack chuckled, crossing his arms against his chest. "Go get em' honey, I'll be right here waiting for you." He brushed his hair back with his fingers, turning his attention the show on tv.

A few minutes later, a load of screaming came from upstairs. There was a thumping noise as Ratchet tossed Smokescreen down the stairs, gripping his phone in his hand.

"R-Ratchet! I'm sorry, I won't do it again! Please!" Smokescreen begged, getting on his hands and knees.

"Delete it. Now." Ratchet said sternly, dropping the phone before Smokescreen.

Smokescreen frantically turned the phone on, his fingers flying across the screen. He went into his photos and deleted all of the video and the picture he took, tossing it aside. "There, I did it!"

Ratchet rolled his eyes and scoffed, shoving Smokescreen's head backwards so he would flop on his back. "That'll teach you not to mess with me." He walked back over to the couch, where Wheeljack was sound asleep. He smiled softly, gently caressing Wheeljack's cheek with his hand.

He slowly got back into his comfortable position, laying on top of Wheeljack and nestling his head under his chin. He sighed, holding Wheeljack's hand close to him and closing his eyes. He drifted into a blissful sleep, snuggled up against Wheeljack's warm chest.