Cold and Broken Hallelujah 16 part 2/?
Cold and Broken Hallelujah 16 part 2/?
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The sound of footsteps drug Bluestreak reluctantly out of his recharge. He lied still, listening to the owner move closer to the end of his berth. 'Prowl.' Blue thought ruefully. His older brother was always looking out for him, even when Jazz was more than likely waiting for his return. The younger Datsun fought against cycling his intakes in frustration. He'd gotten himself into this and he could take care of himself. Prowl and Jazz were already doing more than enough on his behalf.
The sound of a chair scraping across the floor had Bluestreak wrought with curiosity. Was Prowl actually going to stay here and make sure that he recharged? The thought alone irritated the grey Praxian, not only because Prowl was treating him as if he was a sparkling himself, but because Prowl could be spending this time with Jazz. Blue had seen all the adoring looks coming from both his brother and the visored mech. He'd taken special care not to let Prowl catch him watching the sweet kisses that Jazz bestowed on the doorwinged mech, knowing it would embarrass his brother. Bluestreak felt his tanks bottom out when he'd watched the longing, lingering touches passed between the two, his spark crying out for the same type of love his brother obviously had found.
The gentle sounds of Prowl's intakes eventually lulled the grey mech back into recharge, his memory purges filled with thoughts of yellow mechlings with doorwings.
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Sunstreaker leaned forward to rest his elbows on the end of Bluestreak's berth, his blue optics the only light it the room. He watched the mech whom he'd shared a berth with now for the better part of the vorn. Bluestreak had grown on him. His carefree, naive spirit was refreshing to the yellow mech. Blue was constantly trying to make Sunstreaker see the good in everything, even when there seem to be none to be found. It was undoubtedly what he was doing now, forcing himself to come to terms with the little mech or femme he would soon bring into existence. Sunstreaker crossed his hands under his chin and stared at the carrier of his creation. By the start of the next cycle, he would have an answer to what he would do. Until then, he was determined to sit here and watch over his family.
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The sound of footsteps drug Bluestreak reluctantly out of his recharge. He lied still, listening to the owner move closer to the end of his berth. 'Prowl.' Blue thought ruefully. His older brother was always looking out for him, even when Jazz was more than likely waiting for his return. The younger Datsun fought against cycling his intakes in frustration. He'd gotten himself into this and he could take care of himself. Prowl and Jazz were already doing more than enough on his behalf.
The sound of a chair scraping across the floor had Bluestreak wrought with curiosity. Was Prowl actually going to stay here and make sure that he recharged? The thought alone irritated the grey Praxian, not only because Prowl was treating him as if he was a sparkling himself, but because Prowl could be spending this time with Jazz. Blue had seen all the adoring looks coming from both his brother and the visored mech. He'd taken special care not to let Prowl catch him watching the sweet kisses that Jazz bestowed on the doorwinged mech, knowing it would embarrass his brother. Bluestreak felt his tanks bottom out when he'd watched the longing, lingering touches passed between the two, his spark crying out for the same type of love his brother obviously had found.
The gentle sounds of Prowl's intakes eventually lulled the grey mech back into recharge, his memory purges filled with thoughts of yellow mechlings with doorwings.
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Sunstreaker leaned forward to rest his elbows on the end of Bluestreak's berth, his blue optics the only light it the room. He watched the mech whom he'd shared a berth with now for the better part of the vorn. Bluestreak had grown on him. His carefree, naive spirit was refreshing to the yellow mech. Blue was constantly trying to make Sunstreaker see the good in everything, even when there seem to be none to be found. It was undoubtedly what he was doing now, forcing himself to come to terms with the little mech or femme he would soon bring into existence. Sunstreaker crossed his hands under his chin and stared at the carrier of his creation. By the start of the next cycle, he would have an answer to what he would do. Until then, he was determined to sit here and watch over his family.