TF: Yet Another Drabble Spectacular
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 16: Prompt 1: Switchback roads
Prowl actually swore as he slammed on his brakes, just managing to drift around the hairpin bend. Trust Jazz to take this route. In some respects it was a good thing; the difficult switchback roads meaning that speed wasn’t the only factor in their chase. Prowl could appreciate that. As much as he could appreciate the rear end of Jazz. Which was now in view.
“Havin’ fun?” Jazz asked, deliberately fishtailing and flashing his tail lights at Prowl.
“I am.” Prowl admitted. “And the view is quite… delectable.”
“Have ta catch me if ya wanna taste!”
“Oh, I’ll catch you.”
Day 16: Prompt 2: Groping in the dark
By the time Prowl caught Jazz, it was dark. Accelerating, he caught Jazz’s rear bumper, forcing his lover to spin out. He transformed, ready for Jazz as he also transformed. Prowl launched himself at Jazz, grasping his arms and bringing him to the ground - less chance of Jazz escaping him again.
Jazz moaned in his arms, arching up against him. Their optics barely lit up the darkness around them, and they relied on memory and touch, fingers stroking over heated plating. Jazz gasped as Prowl’s fingers found a dataport. Prowl smiled as it snapped open under his touch.
“Caught you.”
Day 17: Prompt 1: Want some?
Jazz had disappeared. It wasn’t like he didn’t disappear often, but this time had Prowl worried. They’d argued. Over something so small and insignificant that his processor memory hadn’t even logged it. And now Jazz had disappeared. Well, not disappeared exactly. Teletraan-1 would tell him that Jazz was still in the base, but it refused to tell him where.
He found nothing. Giving up wasn’t in his vocabulary, but a tactical retreat was. Finding Jazz waiting in their quarters with a tray of freshly made energon treats was a surprise.
“Want some?” Jazz held out the tray, making his apology.
(and a bonus because my mind fell into the gutter)
He could feel it. Pleasure thrummed through the bond they shared. He stifled a groan and tried to concentrate on his work. Jazz was off duty and, from what he could tell, delighting in a bout of self-pleasuring. And the bond was wide open, meaning that Prowl could feel everything. He groaned, fingers tightening around the datapad as Jazz overloaded, flooding the bond with everything he felt. Abruptly, he stood, making his way to their quarters and stepping inside. Jazz was lying on the berth, looking thoroughly debauched, but ready for more.
“Want some?” Jazz arched his hips in invitation.
Day 17: Prompt 2: Groove is in the heart
Jazz just couldn’t keep still, Prowl mused as he caught his lover rocking slightly in his chair. He glanced up from the datapad he was taking notes on and smiled. Jazz had his optics off (not that anyone could really tell) and was swaying a little. He nudged the mech with his elbow, catching Jazz’s optics flaring to life. Jazz gave him a small, apologetic smile and concentrated on the meeting properly.
“What was that all about?” Prowl asked as the meeting finished.
“Just can’t sit still, always want to be moving, dancing.” Jazz admitted. “Groove is in mah spark.”
Day 18: Prompt 1: The rock to my roll
When Jazz dropped to one knee in the middle of the rec room, Prowl froze, almost comming Ratchet for assistance, fearing something was wrong with his lover.
“Jazz?” He asked, worry coloring his tone.
“Prowl. I have ta ask ya somethin’ serious.” Prowl stiffened, suddenly acutely aware of everyone staring at them.
“Yer the rock ta my roll, the bass beat ta mah song. Yer the one I always come back to, and never want to leave. Will ya bond yer spark ta mine?” Prowl couldn’t reply, shock having shut down his vocaliser. All he could do was nod mutely.
Day 18: Prompt 2: Voiding the warranty
(okay, this is slang for losing your virginity (which I didn’t know… I’m so behind)… couldn’t resist with that notion… Amusing that I read a story after I’d written this with the very same phrasing…)
“Yer sure?” Jazz had to ask the question. Prowl nodded.
“I’m sure.” He was nervous, of course he was, but he wanted to take that step with Jazz. Wanted Jazz to rip his seal, void his warranty as they said down in the slums. Jazz had been patient with him, understanding that Prowl didn’t want to rush into things.
Jazz nodded, gently pressing him back down on to the berth and kissing him, hands moving over his frame. Prowl arched up with a moan.
“Please, Jazz.”
“Lay back and let me...” Jazz murmured, leaning down to kiss Prowl’s interface panel.
Day 19: Prompt 1: Stealing Secrets
“How ya doin’?” Jazz asked quietly. Prowl’s doorwings flickered in response, but he didn’t turn. around
“Fine. Why are you not the one hacking into the files?”
“Mech, you’re better at it than I am.” Jazz admitted, glancing away from the door. He was the mech responsible for infiltration and security this mission.
“I hardly see how.” Prowl commented dryly. How a tactician would be better at hacking the database than a saboteur who was trained in it, he didn’t know.
“This is Shockwave’s database.” Jazz shrugged. “You’re more logical than I am, and therefore better at stealing his secrets.”
Day 19: Prompt 2: You're my rival not my lover.
“No, that’s not the right fragging way.” Jazz growled, jabbing his finger at the display. “If we do it that way, we’re gonna lose more mechs.”
“It’s the safer way.”
“It’s a stupid way.” Jazz retorted, getting right up in Prowl’s face.
“It’s a more logical way.” Prowl didn’t back down.
What happened next took them both by surprise, and had them recoiling and glaring at each other. Who had kissed who first, they couldn’t say, but they both responded. Briefly.
“You’re my rival, not my lover.” Prowl bit out.
“Ain’t yer rival, Prowl. We’re meant ta be workin’ together.”
Day 20: Prompt 1: We Belong
“Feels good, don’t it.” Jazz murmured. They were sitting in the rec room, looking out at the small crowd of mechs gathered there.
“It does.” Prowl agreed with a nod. They were close, this group. The situation had all but demanded it when they found they were stranded on Earth. They weren’t just comrades now, they were family.
“Feels like we belong somewhere again.” Jazz continued. “The humans, they’ve kinda accepted us.”
“Mostly.” Prowl added.
“Yeah, mostly.” Jazz agreed. “But it’s nice to feel at home somewhere again.”
“It is.” Prowl nodded. “But I always feel at home with you.”
Day 20: Prompt 2: Burn
Prowl hissed as he moved.
“Don’t move, Prowler.” Jazz’s voice was soft. He cycled his optics, trying to work out why his systems felt so sluggish. As if reading his mind, Jazz told him.
“Ya got burnt, Prowl. Real bad.” Jazz’s vocaliser hitched. “Ya were talkin’ ta Wheeljack about his latest invention, and something happened. No-one knows quite what.” Jazz laughed. “’pparently it weren’t meant ta do that.”
“Hurts.” Prowl managed, optics flickering online and focussing on Jazz.
“I know Prowler. But Ratchet’s working on it. Shouldn’t hurt for much longer. Yer gonna be okay, gonna take care of you.”
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 16: Prompt 1: Switchback roads
Prowl actually swore as he slammed on his brakes, just managing to drift around the hairpin bend. Trust Jazz to take this route. In some respects it was a good thing; the difficult switchback roads meaning that speed wasn’t the only factor in their chase. Prowl could appreciate that. As much as he could appreciate the rear end of Jazz. Which was now in view.
“Havin’ fun?” Jazz asked, deliberately fishtailing and flashing his tail lights at Prowl.
“I am.” Prowl admitted. “And the view is quite… delectable.”
“Have ta catch me if ya wanna taste!”
“Oh, I’ll catch you.”
Day 16: Prompt 2: Groping in the dark
By the time Prowl caught Jazz, it was dark. Accelerating, he caught Jazz’s rear bumper, forcing his lover to spin out. He transformed, ready for Jazz as he also transformed. Prowl launched himself at Jazz, grasping his arms and bringing him to the ground - less chance of Jazz escaping him again.
Jazz moaned in his arms, arching up against him. Their optics barely lit up the darkness around them, and they relied on memory and touch, fingers stroking over heated plating. Jazz gasped as Prowl’s fingers found a dataport. Prowl smiled as it snapped open under his touch.
“Caught you.”
Day 17: Prompt 1: Want some?
Jazz had disappeared. It wasn’t like he didn’t disappear often, but this time had Prowl worried. They’d argued. Over something so small and insignificant that his processor memory hadn’t even logged it. And now Jazz had disappeared. Well, not disappeared exactly. Teletraan-1 would tell him that Jazz was still in the base, but it refused to tell him where.
He found nothing. Giving up wasn’t in his vocabulary, but a tactical retreat was. Finding Jazz waiting in their quarters with a tray of freshly made energon treats was a surprise.
“Want some?” Jazz held out the tray, making his apology.
(and a bonus because my mind fell into the gutter)
He could feel it. Pleasure thrummed through the bond they shared. He stifled a groan and tried to concentrate on his work. Jazz was off duty and, from what he could tell, delighting in a bout of self-pleasuring. And the bond was wide open, meaning that Prowl could feel everything. He groaned, fingers tightening around the datapad as Jazz overloaded, flooding the bond with everything he felt. Abruptly, he stood, making his way to their quarters and stepping inside. Jazz was lying on the berth, looking thoroughly debauched, but ready for more.
“Want some?” Jazz arched his hips in invitation.
Day 17: Prompt 2: Groove is in the heart
Jazz just couldn’t keep still, Prowl mused as he caught his lover rocking slightly in his chair. He glanced up from the datapad he was taking notes on and smiled. Jazz had his optics off (not that anyone could really tell) and was swaying a little. He nudged the mech with his elbow, catching Jazz’s optics flaring to life. Jazz gave him a small, apologetic smile and concentrated on the meeting properly.
“What was that all about?” Prowl asked as the meeting finished.
“Just can’t sit still, always want to be moving, dancing.” Jazz admitted. “Groove is in mah spark.”
Day 18: Prompt 1: The rock to my roll
When Jazz dropped to one knee in the middle of the rec room, Prowl froze, almost comming Ratchet for assistance, fearing something was wrong with his lover.
“Jazz?” He asked, worry coloring his tone.
“Prowl. I have ta ask ya somethin’ serious.” Prowl stiffened, suddenly acutely aware of everyone staring at them.
“Yer the rock ta my roll, the bass beat ta mah song. Yer the one I always come back to, and never want to leave. Will ya bond yer spark ta mine?” Prowl couldn’t reply, shock having shut down his vocaliser. All he could do was nod mutely.
Day 18: Prompt 2: Voiding the warranty
(okay, this is slang for losing your virginity (which I didn’t know… I’m so behind)… couldn’t resist with that notion… Amusing that I read a story after I’d written this with the very same phrasing…)
“Yer sure?” Jazz had to ask the question. Prowl nodded.
“I’m sure.” He was nervous, of course he was, but he wanted to take that step with Jazz. Wanted Jazz to rip his seal, void his warranty as they said down in the slums. Jazz had been patient with him, understanding that Prowl didn’t want to rush into things.
Jazz nodded, gently pressing him back down on to the berth and kissing him, hands moving over his frame. Prowl arched up with a moan.
“Please, Jazz.”
“Lay back and let me...” Jazz murmured, leaning down to kiss Prowl’s interface panel.
Day 19: Prompt 1: Stealing Secrets
“How ya doin’?” Jazz asked quietly. Prowl’s doorwings flickered in response, but he didn’t turn. around
“Fine. Why are you not the one hacking into the files?”
“Mech, you’re better at it than I am.” Jazz admitted, glancing away from the door. He was the mech responsible for infiltration and security this mission.
“I hardly see how.” Prowl commented dryly. How a tactician would be better at hacking the database than a saboteur who was trained in it, he didn’t know.
“This is Shockwave’s database.” Jazz shrugged. “You’re more logical than I am, and therefore better at stealing his secrets.”
Day 19: Prompt 2: You're my rival not my lover.
“No, that’s not the right fragging way.” Jazz growled, jabbing his finger at the display. “If we do it that way, we’re gonna lose more mechs.”
“It’s the safer way.”
“It’s a stupid way.” Jazz retorted, getting right up in Prowl’s face.
“It’s a more logical way.” Prowl didn’t back down.
What happened next took them both by surprise, and had them recoiling and glaring at each other. Who had kissed who first, they couldn’t say, but they both responded. Briefly.
“You’re my rival, not my lover.” Prowl bit out.
“Ain’t yer rival, Prowl. We’re meant ta be workin’ together.”
Day 20: Prompt 1: We Belong
“Feels good, don’t it.” Jazz murmured. They were sitting in the rec room, looking out at the small crowd of mechs gathered there.
“It does.” Prowl agreed with a nod. They were close, this group. The situation had all but demanded it when they found they were stranded on Earth. They weren’t just comrades now, they were family.
“Feels like we belong somewhere again.” Jazz continued. “The humans, they’ve kinda accepted us.”
“Mostly.” Prowl added.
“Yeah, mostly.” Jazz agreed. “But it’s nice to feel at home somewhere again.”
“It is.” Prowl nodded. “But I always feel at home with you.”
Day 20: Prompt 2: Burn
Prowl hissed as he moved.
“Don’t move, Prowler.” Jazz’s voice was soft. He cycled his optics, trying to work out why his systems felt so sluggish. As if reading his mind, Jazz told him.
“Ya got burnt, Prowl. Real bad.” Jazz’s vocaliser hitched. “Ya were talkin’ ta Wheeljack about his latest invention, and something happened. No-one knows quite what.” Jazz laughed. “’pparently it weren’t meant ta do that.”
“Hurts.” Prowl managed, optics flickering online and focussing on Jazz.
“I know Prowler. But Ratchet’s working on it. Shouldn’t hurt for much longer. Yer gonna be okay, gonna take care of you.”