The Wing beneath my wind...wait...nevermind

Thought you might like this idea I just had: Drift and Roddy doing spicy things in Drift’s room when Ratchet comes in to drop something off. In a moment of sheer panic Rodimus invites Ratchet to join them and Ratchet says something along the lines of ‘took you long enough’

Ratchet is secretly amazing in the bedroom and the only reason it's a secret is because no one thinks to ask.

Drift was still frozen exactly as they'd been found; on his knees and fully sheathed inside of Rodimus, when the bot below made his attempt to defuse the situation. Upon hearing the invitation that his friend and lover threw at the medic, he'd been tempted to smack his forehelm, certain they were both about to get a stern rebuttal... But that never came.

Instead, after a series of actions that felt like a blur, he was now sharing the Captain of the Lost Light. Rodimus was helpless between them, loving the double dose of attention and making it quite clear he felt so. Eager moans filled the berthroom in time to the thrusts he and Ratchet were delivering, and his hands took hold of whatever he could find to keep him grounded. Neither of them could have asked for a better outcome.

The older mech had proved to be capable of tricks neither of them had even considered, and he made it a point to teach them everything he knew over the course of the night. For their sake, as well as his own, he wanted them to know what they were doing. He made that expectation very clear...

By morning they were a delighted pile of happy bots, cuddled in total disarray and satisfied beyond the telling of it. Rodimus had never been happier to speak his mind.