Well waddaya know, I postd fic! *gasp* Short stuff.
Title: If Only You Knew.
Rating: R
Warnings: Mechs fantasizing about other mechs and near overloading to it?
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz
Characters: Jazz, Prowl.
Prompt: For the December Challenge of the mecha_erotica community: "What makes the Car a Car..."
Notes: I wrote this inspired by the prompt but I had no intention to enter it in the challenge, as the characters are not based on their earth mode versions. This was going to be written in first person but I decided against it at the last minute. Think about this as Pre-war G1. Extremely short. For a reference of what Prowl looks like on this, click here.
'If only you knew, what y'do to me,' Jazz thought to himself as he dashed through the streets, purposefully a feet or two behind his patrol partner.
'With those curves an' sleek lines o' yours.' Jazz's engine hummed softly in appreciation, while the sensory arrays relayed a detailed map of his partner's structure. Prowl was not the sporty, long, streamlined kind of vehicle made for raw speed and maneuverability, like Sideswipe's, Mirage's or Jazz's own. Yet he was not the bulkier, powerful tank modes, with hard and imposing edges and planes that were bound to the ground, unlike the hovercrafts that routine patrolled Iacon.
Prowl skirted the fine line between an utilitarian vehicle form, like Ratchet's or Wheeljack's, and the speedy vehicles like Jazz. Jazz had the alternate mode capable of impressive maneuvers at great speeds, and although he knew Prowl's could not compare in that sense, he was still capable of impressive feats given his slightly bulkier design.
The saboteur's engine purred ever so softly, edging a little closer to his black and white companion. Unlike Jazz, who was primarily white with a few accents he insisted to have added to his vehicle mode for some 'personal style', Prowl's black and white scheme was fascinating to Jazz's optics. The black paint gleaming with the faintest highlights brought about by Jazz's headlights. The subtle glow of the white paint in the dark night.
The way the artificial street lights reflected on the blue glass of his cockpit, and Jazz couldn't help but think how much he'd like to run his hands along that cool glass.
Deep in his trance of appreciation, Jazz barely registered Prowl talking to him, he mumbled vaguely interested responses, all his attention firmly kept in the elegant way Prowl's alt mode tilted to take a curve in the road, heading further away from Jazz for a little while. Those long fins that made Prowl's wings in robot mode almost like a teasing beacon that framed beautifully that black and white chassis.
Jazz could hear his engine revving placidly, and he speed up a little more to catch up with Prowl, resisting the temptation of brushing ever so lightly his spoiler against one of those enticing fins. Prowl said something again, and Jazz merely mumbled an affirmative, taking the time to notice the fractional tilt of the cannons mounted into the vehicle, angling the missiles up just a little bit as if they were an unconscious act to mimic Prowl looking up.
Jazz loved the way even in his alternate mode, Prowl was still so very Prowl. The subtle movements of little parts of the chassis, the way he drove through the streets -- every movement, tilt or swerve were elegant and he carried himself in the same manner he did in his robot mode. Prowl's engine was quiet, honoring his name. He glided effortlessly over the road, quiet and elegant, literally prowling the streets in search for prey.
Even so, there was quite a bit of speed and a powerful growl in that engine, just like there was an aggressive edge to that sleek alt mode possessing a commanding edge to it.
Jazz hummed softly, edging closer again to his patrol partner, passing by and allowing his sensory net to scope a good look of the other mech's flank, watching Prowl flash a pair of blue and red teal lights at him. Jazz wasn't sure if they were a warning, or Prowl showing amusement, but the saboteur found the flickering blue and red lights of his liking. Blue and red, like the stripes that adorned his own chassis.
Jazz swerved a little loosing his concentration for a moment as a thrill of excitement ran through his systems, and his engine revved harder. He heard Prowl ask if he was all right, and Jazz fell back to his partner's side, reassuring he was okay, apologizing to his concerned companion. He felt Prowl lower his speed, prompting him to reduce his own pace just in time to feel the black and white hovercraft nudge his side gently in a reassuring gesture as he made a turn to return to their base.
Jazz's systems purred softly watching Prowl swiftly swerve and turn around, letting out a soft rev to encourage his friend to follow him back to their headquarters. His systems buzzing with a pleasant tingle, not too different from the afterglow of a pleasurable sensory overload, Jazz followed Prowl back to base, all but dancing around the black and white mech in amiable silence, taking the chance to admire Prowl's alt mode some more.
'Maybe one day, Prowl.' Jazz thought to himself as he nudged playfully one of the white fins with his spoiler. 'Maybe one day I'll work up the courage to let ya know what you do t'me.'
Rating: R
Warnings: Mechs fantasizing about other mechs and near overloading to it?
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz
Characters: Jazz, Prowl.
Prompt: For the December Challenge of the mecha_erotica community: "What makes the Car a Car..."
Notes: I wrote this inspired by the prompt but I had no intention to enter it in the challenge, as the characters are not based on their earth mode versions. This was going to be written in first person but I decided against it at the last minute. Think about this as Pre-war G1. Extremely short. For a reference of what Prowl looks like on this, click here.
'If only you knew, what y'do to me,' Jazz thought to himself as he dashed through the streets, purposefully a feet or two behind his patrol partner.
'With those curves an' sleek lines o' yours.' Jazz's engine hummed softly in appreciation, while the sensory arrays relayed a detailed map of his partner's structure. Prowl was not the sporty, long, streamlined kind of vehicle made for raw speed and maneuverability, like Sideswipe's, Mirage's or Jazz's own. Yet he was not the bulkier, powerful tank modes, with hard and imposing edges and planes that were bound to the ground, unlike the hovercrafts that routine patrolled Iacon.
Prowl skirted the fine line between an utilitarian vehicle form, like Ratchet's or Wheeljack's, and the speedy vehicles like Jazz. Jazz had the alternate mode capable of impressive maneuvers at great speeds, and although he knew Prowl's could not compare in that sense, he was still capable of impressive feats given his slightly bulkier design.
The saboteur's engine purred ever so softly, edging a little closer to his black and white companion. Unlike Jazz, who was primarily white with a few accents he insisted to have added to his vehicle mode for some 'personal style', Prowl's black and white scheme was fascinating to Jazz's optics. The black paint gleaming with the faintest highlights brought about by Jazz's headlights. The subtle glow of the white paint in the dark night.
The way the artificial street lights reflected on the blue glass of his cockpit, and Jazz couldn't help but think how much he'd like to run his hands along that cool glass.
Deep in his trance of appreciation, Jazz barely registered Prowl talking to him, he mumbled vaguely interested responses, all his attention firmly kept in the elegant way Prowl's alt mode tilted to take a curve in the road, heading further away from Jazz for a little while. Those long fins that made Prowl's wings in robot mode almost like a teasing beacon that framed beautifully that black and white chassis.
Jazz could hear his engine revving placidly, and he speed up a little more to catch up with Prowl, resisting the temptation of brushing ever so lightly his spoiler against one of those enticing fins. Prowl said something again, and Jazz merely mumbled an affirmative, taking the time to notice the fractional tilt of the cannons mounted into the vehicle, angling the missiles up just a little bit as if they were an unconscious act to mimic Prowl looking up.
Jazz loved the way even in his alternate mode, Prowl was still so very Prowl. The subtle movements of little parts of the chassis, the way he drove through the streets -- every movement, tilt or swerve were elegant and he carried himself in the same manner he did in his robot mode. Prowl's engine was quiet, honoring his name. He glided effortlessly over the road, quiet and elegant, literally prowling the streets in search for prey.
Even so, there was quite a bit of speed and a powerful growl in that engine, just like there was an aggressive edge to that sleek alt mode possessing a commanding edge to it.
Jazz hummed softly, edging closer again to his patrol partner, passing by and allowing his sensory net to scope a good look of the other mech's flank, watching Prowl flash a pair of blue and red teal lights at him. Jazz wasn't sure if they were a warning, or Prowl showing amusement, but the saboteur found the flickering blue and red lights of his liking. Blue and red, like the stripes that adorned his own chassis.
Jazz swerved a little loosing his concentration for a moment as a thrill of excitement ran through his systems, and his engine revved harder. He heard Prowl ask if he was all right, and Jazz fell back to his partner's side, reassuring he was okay, apologizing to his concerned companion. He felt Prowl lower his speed, prompting him to reduce his own pace just in time to feel the black and white hovercraft nudge his side gently in a reassuring gesture as he made a turn to return to their base.
Jazz's systems purred softly watching Prowl swiftly swerve and turn around, letting out a soft rev to encourage his friend to follow him back to their headquarters. His systems buzzing with a pleasant tingle, not too different from the afterglow of a pleasurable sensory overload, Jazz followed Prowl back to base, all but dancing around the black and white mech in amiable silence, taking the chance to admire Prowl's alt mode some more.
'Maybe one day, Prowl.' Jazz thought to himself as he nudged playfully one of the white fins with his spoiler. 'Maybe one day I'll work up the courage to let ya know what you do t'me.'