Prompt 3
Title: Untitled (yeah I got nothing XP)
Verse: G1
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz
Rated: PG
Warning: Mentions of Male/Male relationship, allusions to interfacing... very very slight!
Disclaimer: Transformers are not mine! They are Hasbros and some other people's unfortunately.
AN: Yeah this is a fun bit of fluff, morphed on me about halfway through into something different so it might sound awkward *shrugs*
He whistled cheerfully under his breath as he hacked the door in front of him, paused long enough to wave at the security camera pointed his way and could just picture the scowl he was getting from Red Alert. Technically he outranked the paranoid security director plus he had permission, sort of, to do whatever was necessary to get through the door. He could just imagine that the mech was complaining to someone, probably the mech he was trying to get through the door to, but Red Alert and his paranoia was generally ignored when it came to Jazz.
His orders were… well his orders were from Ratchet, who may or may not have any sort of authority to give an order like that, but being one of those mechs that ended up on the medic’s table his fair share of times… well, he wasn’t about to ignore him and certainly didn’t mind the challenge in question. Not to mention that he was worried about Prowl, he hadn’t been back at the base recently and it had put a slight strain on them. He had knocked before trying to get in and had been met with a stony silence, not that he had expected much else.
“Come on Prowler!” He called, grinning to himself, “I know ya upped your security but ya know I’ll get through it… no sense in wastin’ my time!” Really like the saboteur had anything better to do than bother his fellow black and white, he’d made it a mission of his to keep Prowl from overworking and had gone so far as to make himself unbearable to get the mech out of his office. It had worked rather well if he recalled and it made them both the better for it, made it so neither of them would be alone. He had to admit that the tactician had outdone himself with this system throwing Jazz for a loop more than once and he could tell it was just Prowl testing him, not really trying to keep him out, but he wasn’t sure why the other felt so smug through the bond.
Since he’d been away he’d all but ignored Prowl the past few weeks, winced when he thought of it; he actually couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared their berth. He didn’t know where he would find the time but that would have to change, “Ha!”
The door slid open and he darted inside before the door could close itself… right into a web of something sticky and when he shifted he found himself wrapped up in it, trying to untangle himself threw him off balance. He would have toppled over were it not for the strong arms that surrounded him “I thought you might come find me,” Prowl gave a rare, knowing smirk, one that was reserved for Jazz, to the disbelieving look he was giving.
“You set this up?” Jazz’s visor blinked off and back on, not quite believing his optics, “You were waitin’ on me?”
“Ratchet thought you could use some fun of your own,” the tactician tilted his head, “Who better than your bondmate to figure out how? We all know it isn’t easy to keep up moral like you do. Oh and you have the twins to thank for the ‘silly string’ I believe they called it. We were going to wait for another prank war to start, as annoying as those are,” Prowl scowled, “But decided you could always blame the twins… it was their idea.”
“They’ll have to wait,” Jazz grinned slyly, “I think I have to pay you back first.”
Verse: G1
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz
Rated: PG
Warning: Mentions of Male/Male relationship, allusions to interfacing... very very slight!
Disclaimer: Transformers are not mine! They are Hasbros and some other people's unfortunately.
AN: Yeah this is a fun bit of fluff, morphed on me about halfway through into something different so it might sound awkward *shrugs*
He whistled cheerfully under his breath as he hacked the door in front of him, paused long enough to wave at the security camera pointed his way and could just picture the scowl he was getting from Red Alert. Technically he outranked the paranoid security director plus he had permission, sort of, to do whatever was necessary to get through the door. He could just imagine that the mech was complaining to someone, probably the mech he was trying to get through the door to, but Red Alert and his paranoia was generally ignored when it came to Jazz.
His orders were… well his orders were from Ratchet, who may or may not have any sort of authority to give an order like that, but being one of those mechs that ended up on the medic’s table his fair share of times… well, he wasn’t about to ignore him and certainly didn’t mind the challenge in question. Not to mention that he was worried about Prowl, he hadn’t been back at the base recently and it had put a slight strain on them. He had knocked before trying to get in and had been met with a stony silence, not that he had expected much else.
“Come on Prowler!” He called, grinning to himself, “I know ya upped your security but ya know I’ll get through it… no sense in wastin’ my time!” Really like the saboteur had anything better to do than bother his fellow black and white, he’d made it a mission of his to keep Prowl from overworking and had gone so far as to make himself unbearable to get the mech out of his office. It had worked rather well if he recalled and it made them both the better for it, made it so neither of them would be alone. He had to admit that the tactician had outdone himself with this system throwing Jazz for a loop more than once and he could tell it was just Prowl testing him, not really trying to keep him out, but he wasn’t sure why the other felt so smug through the bond.
Since he’d been away he’d all but ignored Prowl the past few weeks, winced when he thought of it; he actually couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared their berth. He didn’t know where he would find the time but that would have to change, “Ha!”
The door slid open and he darted inside before the door could close itself… right into a web of something sticky and when he shifted he found himself wrapped up in it, trying to untangle himself threw him off balance. He would have toppled over were it not for the strong arms that surrounded him “I thought you might come find me,” Prowl gave a rare, knowing smirk, one that was reserved for Jazz, to the disbelieving look he was giving.
“You set this up?” Jazz’s visor blinked off and back on, not quite believing his optics, “You were waitin’ on me?”
“Ratchet thought you could use some fun of your own,” the tactician tilted his head, “Who better than your bondmate to figure out how? We all know it isn’t easy to keep up moral like you do. Oh and you have the twins to thank for the ‘silly string’ I believe they called it. We were going to wait for another prank war to start, as annoying as those are,” Prowl scowled, “But decided you could always blame the twins… it was their idea.”
“They’ll have to wait,” Jazz grinned slyly, “I think I have to pay you back first.”