Saints & Sinners, G1, PG, Optimus Prime/Jazz
Title: Saints & Sinners
Verse: G1
Who: Optimus Prime/Jazz
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Weekly Prompt: G1: Optimus Prime/Jazz--Sinners and Saints
Not liking this much but I feel like I should post anyways :3
Jazz didn't know what he'd done in his life to deserve this.
He lay on the berth, curled up small beside the Prime's massive form. Optimus was deep in recharge, one arm thrown over Jazz to keep him close while the other was tucked under his head in lieu of the memory foam pillow he'd knocked onto the floor earlier.
It wasn't often Jazz stayed with the Prime overnight. One time too many he'd woken up dangerously close to driving a small energon blade into the Prime's neck. Prime's life wasn't the price to pay for a night of comfort.
Jazz's lithe fingers brushed over the Prime's face guard, visor dim as he watched his love press into it. The Prime's optics blinked on, warm blue light falling onto Jazz.
“Go to sleep.” Optimus rumbled, drawing the smaller black and white against his chest. “My guardian angel needs rest too.”
Jazz let himself be pulled close, dimming his visor. He was no angel, never had been and never could be. Such a saintly title belonged to Optimus if it belonged to anyone.
Verse: G1
Who: Optimus Prime/Jazz
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Weekly Prompt: G1: Optimus Prime/Jazz--Sinners and Saints
Not liking this much but I feel like I should post anyways :3
Jazz didn't know what he'd done in his life to deserve this.
He lay on the berth, curled up small beside the Prime's massive form. Optimus was deep in recharge, one arm thrown over Jazz to keep him close while the other was tucked under his head in lieu of the memory foam pillow he'd knocked onto the floor earlier.
It wasn't often Jazz stayed with the Prime overnight. One time too many he'd woken up dangerously close to driving a small energon blade into the Prime's neck. Prime's life wasn't the price to pay for a night of comfort.
Jazz's lithe fingers brushed over the Prime's face guard, visor dim as he watched his love press into it. The Prime's optics blinked on, warm blue light falling onto Jazz.
“Go to sleep.” Optimus rumbled, drawing the smaller black and white against his chest. “My guardian angel needs rest too.”
Jazz let himself be pulled close, dimming his visor. He was no angel, never had been and never could be. Such a saintly title belonged to Optimus if it belonged to anyone.