Aged but Never Broken

Transformers - Aged but Never Broken
OP/Bee

Eric looked in to the mirror and frowned.

“Something wrong Eric?” Bee asked as he came up behind the older man.  The blonde wrapped his arms around his waist and did something he never could before when he was younger, rest his chin on the phoenix’s shoulder.  He had hit one final growth spurt between his eighteenth and nineteenth birthdays, and he also filled it out rather nicely too.

Eric jumped; surprised he hadn’t noticed Bee coming up behind him in the mirror.  “Alex, how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough.”  Bee chuckled and snuggled up closer to his love, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.  “So what was with that frown?”

“What frown?”

“Eric…” The blonde gave him a look.

“I feel depressed, that’s why the frown.” Eric sighed, not even bothering trying to fight that look.  He never won against it.

Bee looked up at the older man with concerned eyes, a frown tugging at his own lips.  “Why are you depressed?”

“I’m old.”  Eric grumbled.

Bee blinked a few times before laughing into Eric’s shoulder. “Is that all? I thought it was something that’s really depressing!”

The phoenix glared over his shoulder at the laughing man.  “Being old is depressing!” He growled.

“You’re only in your thirties! What makes you think you’re old?”

“I’m starting to get grey hair.”  He started grumpily, picking at said pieces of hair.

Bee rolled his eyes and moved to sit on the bathroom counter in front of the brooding older man, pulling Eric’s attention to him and not his reflection in the mirror.  “I know guys in their twenties who are already getting grey hair, it really doesn’t mean that you’re old, it’s just your genetics.  Besides if you hate it so much you could always just die it.  Personally though, I like it.  Makes you look so incredibly handsome and sexy.”  He reached up and ran his hands through the hair in discussion, grinning like an idiot.   Leaning forward he placed a sweet kiss on Eric’s lips.  Wrapping his arms around the other man he pulled him in between his spread legs, holding him close against his body.

Eric blushed into the kiss, sliding a hand in blond locks as he returned it.  “Alex.”  He sighed when they broke.

Bee was still grinning as he massaged his hands into Eric’s back.  “Besides if you’re old at 34 then what’s that make Gabe?  Prehistoric?”

The older man had to laugh at that, leaning on to Bee’s strong shoulder.  “You know, if he heard you say that, he’d kill you.”

“I know, but he’s not here to hear me, now is he?”  Bee said cheekily, nuzzling into Eric’s neck.  “Feel better?”

Eric smiled. “Yeah, I do.”   He kissed Bee’s cheek.

Bee chuckled. “Good.”