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Fic: Good Dream by SBX
CCL 7 is almost finshed, but this just had to be written.
Title: Good Dream
Author: SBX
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, mention of the Twins
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz, mention of Twins/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No character used in this story belongs to me except for Zero.
Summary: “So, what do ya’ think of the twins?”
A/N: This was partly inspired by a fanart prompt I gave vejiraziel months and months ago. The end result was more adorable than smutty, which I loved, but I still wanted to see PJ paired of with Sunny and Sides. I figured the only way I’d ever get even remotely close is to write it myself. So two days ago during my lunch break at work I started writing this on a scrap of paper, mostly because I didn’t have my writing journal with me and I couldn’t remember where I’d left off on CCL 7. This was the end result and I don’t feel confident enough to continue it on my own. So if anybody wants to take this farther, they’re welcome to it.
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“So, what do ya’ think of the twins?”
Prowl glanced up and gave his mate a puzzled look. “Think of the twins? How do you mean?” he questioned in turn, seeking clarification. There were so many ways that question could be taken.
The grin Jazz gave him confirmed his suspicions that the question hadn’t been an innocent one. “I meant, what do ya’ think of how they look?”
Prowl looked at his mate as though he had grown a second head. “Jazz, really, that question is wholly in appropriate,” he admonished while his wings twitched nervously. His mate couldn’t possibly be implying…
Jazz didn’t look impressed. In fact his gaze became almost predatory. “So’s the way ya’ been lookin’ at the lately, Prowler. Now answer the question,” he growled, sliding behind the tactician and clamping his hands down on his mate’s shoulders, effectively keeping Prowl from escaping.
Prowl became taunt as a bowstring at the accusation, his spark shivering in fear. “Jazz, really, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not looking at them in anyway that is inappropriate. They are my subordinates after all,” he asserted, keeping his anxiety carefully hidden.
The hands on his shoulders loosened and for a moment the tactician thought his mate would drop the subject. Then strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as Jazz pressed himself against his back. The breath against Prowl’s audio’s made him shiver as the saboteur murmured softly, “Now ya’ should know better than to lie to me, baby. I know exactly what ya’ think when ya’ think no one’s paying attention. Did you know you project your dreams when ya’ recharge?”
The tactician’s laser core stuttered in shock at the revelation and his tank churned. “Jazz, I would never…” he tried to explain, tried to make his mate see that he would never betray him by seriously entertaining those thoughts or carrying them out, but Jazz hushed him gently before he could finish.
“Relax, baby, it’s fine, I don’t mind. In fact, I sympathize. I’ve had more than a few ‘inappropriate’ dreams about them myself.
Prowl’s optics flickered off and on in surprise. Some morbid fascination made him ask the main question in his processor. “What do you dream?”
He felt Jazz’s triumphant grin against the side of his neck and he knew he had just lost a battle of wills he hadn’t bee aware he was participating in.
“Well,” The saboteur purred, “Since ya’ asked, my favorite has all four of us. I’m in the middle of a Lambo sandwich while your watching. You’re telling them where and how to touch me and for once they obey your every order without question.”
There was silence for a moment before Prowl’s cooling fans kicked on, leaving him feeling mortified and Jazz extremely pleased with himself. The tactician couldn’t think of anything to say other than the obvious. “Good dream.”
Jazz turned his head and gave him a tender kiss. “The best,” he grinned.
Title: Good Dream
Author: SBX
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, mention of the Twins
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz, mention of Twins/Jazz
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No character used in this story belongs to me except for Zero.
Summary: “So, what do ya’ think of the twins?”
A/N: This was partly inspired by a fanart prompt I gave vejiraziel months and months ago. The end result was more adorable than smutty, which I loved, but I still wanted to see PJ paired of with Sunny and Sides. I figured the only way I’d ever get even remotely close is to write it myself. So two days ago during my lunch break at work I started writing this on a scrap of paper, mostly because I didn’t have my writing journal with me and I couldn’t remember where I’d left off on CCL 7. This was the end result and I don’t feel confident enough to continue it on my own. So if anybody wants to take this farther, they’re welcome to it.
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“So, what do ya’ think of the twins?”
Prowl glanced up and gave his mate a puzzled look. “Think of the twins? How do you mean?” he questioned in turn, seeking clarification. There were so many ways that question could be taken.
The grin Jazz gave him confirmed his suspicions that the question hadn’t been an innocent one. “I meant, what do ya’ think of how they look?”
Prowl looked at his mate as though he had grown a second head. “Jazz, really, that question is wholly in appropriate,” he admonished while his wings twitched nervously. His mate couldn’t possibly be implying…
Jazz didn’t look impressed. In fact his gaze became almost predatory. “So’s the way ya’ been lookin’ at the lately, Prowler. Now answer the question,” he growled, sliding behind the tactician and clamping his hands down on his mate’s shoulders, effectively keeping Prowl from escaping.
Prowl became taunt as a bowstring at the accusation, his spark shivering in fear. “Jazz, really, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not looking at them in anyway that is inappropriate. They are my subordinates after all,” he asserted, keeping his anxiety carefully hidden.
The hands on his shoulders loosened and for a moment the tactician thought his mate would drop the subject. Then strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as Jazz pressed himself against his back. The breath against Prowl’s audio’s made him shiver as the saboteur murmured softly, “Now ya’ should know better than to lie to me, baby. I know exactly what ya’ think when ya’ think no one’s paying attention. Did you know you project your dreams when ya’ recharge?”
The tactician’s laser core stuttered in shock at the revelation and his tank churned. “Jazz, I would never…” he tried to explain, tried to make his mate see that he would never betray him by seriously entertaining those thoughts or carrying them out, but Jazz hushed him gently before he could finish.
“Relax, baby, it’s fine, I don’t mind. In fact, I sympathize. I’ve had more than a few ‘inappropriate’ dreams about them myself.
Prowl’s optics flickered off and on in surprise. Some morbid fascination made him ask the main question in his processor. “What do you dream?”
He felt Jazz’s triumphant grin against the side of his neck and he knew he had just lost a battle of wills he hadn’t bee aware he was participating in.
“Well,” The saboteur purred, “Since ya’ asked, my favorite has all four of us. I’m in the middle of a Lambo sandwich while your watching. You’re telling them where and how to touch me and for once they obey your every order without question.”
There was silence for a moment before Prowl’s cooling fans kicked on, leaving him feeling mortified and Jazz extremely pleased with himself. The tactician couldn’t think of anything to say other than the obvious. “Good dream.”
Jazz turned his head and gave him a tender kiss. “The best,” he grinned.