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Title Only On Special Occasions
Pairing Sideswipe/Jazz
Summary Flirty Jazz is a flirty Jazz
Author’s Note Spur of the moment fic written for Tiamat1972
"Sideswipe," Jazz said in a most breathless voice, "you are a hawt mech."
Sideswipe tilted his head, and smirked, oh-so-devilishly. "Try telling me something I don't already know."
Jazz had to ponder this for a few breem.
Sideswipe waited, and waited some more as Jazz apparently thought it would be funny to draw this out.
"Well, I think despite what Sunny might think. You'd certainly give him a run for his credits in a beauty contest.
Sideswipe snorted, and lay back on the berth. "Please, Jazz. That's old news. He just won't admit it."
Jazz rested his chin on the back of his hands, propped up on his elbow and bumper, his engine still warm from its overload. He might need to get an oil change after this last round of interfacing. "Somethin' ya don't know, huh?"
Sideswipe grinned impishly, "Yup."
"Well, howzabout the exact location of Megzy's high grade."
Sideswipe let loose a whistle of appreciation. "That's something I’ve certainly never seen before."
Jazz grinned and rolled off the berth. "I know." He went over and opened a subspace compartment hidden on a shelf. "Want some?"
Sideswipe stared in disbelief, processor nearly frozen in shock. "GIMME!!" He lunged off the berth and tackled Jazz, snatching the energon cube out of the saboteur’s hand.
He tossed back the entire cube in a single mouthful. He didn't have time to lament about the size of the cube as he suddenly found himself on his aft, his engine revving and already on the verge of overload. He looked up at Jazz with startled optics. That was completely unexpected. "Where the slag did you get this stuff?"
Jazz grined and sipped a cube of his own. He sidlede over and sat himself down in Sideswipe's lap. "I already tol' ya. Got it from Megzy's personal stash. Save it for special occassions."
Sideswipe frowned at his empty cube, but decided that Jazz's purring engine was much more interesting. "And this is a special occasion?" He rubbed Jazz's bumper, the paint smooth and slick beneath his fingers.
Jazz leaned forward, and kissed Sideswipe's audio horn. The purr of his voice matched the soft rumble of his engine. "You are the special occasion.”
Sideswipe grinned and revved his engine. Then he thought about that, and slid a glance at Jazz. "Now that one, I haven't heard before."
Jazz's grin was the only answer he gave. At least, verbally.
Pairing Sideswipe/Jazz
Summary Flirty Jazz is a flirty Jazz
Author’s Note Spur of the moment fic written for Tiamat1972
"Sideswipe," Jazz said in a most breathless voice, "you are a hawt mech."
Sideswipe tilted his head, and smirked, oh-so-devilishly. "Try telling me something I don't already know."
Jazz had to ponder this for a few breem.
Sideswipe waited, and waited some more as Jazz apparently thought it would be funny to draw this out.
"Well, I think despite what Sunny might think. You'd certainly give him a run for his credits in a beauty contest.
Sideswipe snorted, and lay back on the berth. "Please, Jazz. That's old news. He just won't admit it."
Jazz rested his chin on the back of his hands, propped up on his elbow and bumper, his engine still warm from its overload. He might need to get an oil change after this last round of interfacing. "Somethin' ya don't know, huh?"
Sideswipe grinned impishly, "Yup."
"Well, howzabout the exact location of Megzy's high grade."
Sideswipe let loose a whistle of appreciation. "That's something I’ve certainly never seen before."
Jazz grinned and rolled off the berth. "I know." He went over and opened a subspace compartment hidden on a shelf. "Want some?"
Sideswipe stared in disbelief, processor nearly frozen in shock. "GIMME!!" He lunged off the berth and tackled Jazz, snatching the energon cube out of the saboteur’s hand.
He tossed back the entire cube in a single mouthful. He didn't have time to lament about the size of the cube as he suddenly found himself on his aft, his engine revving and already on the verge of overload. He looked up at Jazz with startled optics. That was completely unexpected. "Where the slag did you get this stuff?"
Jazz grined and sipped a cube of his own. He sidlede over and sat himself down in Sideswipe's lap. "I already tol' ya. Got it from Megzy's personal stash. Save it for special occassions."
Sideswipe frowned at his empty cube, but decided that Jazz's purring engine was much more interesting. "And this is a special occasion?" He rubbed Jazz's bumper, the paint smooth and slick beneath his fingers.
Jazz leaned forward, and kissed Sideswipe's audio horn. The purr of his voice matched the soft rumble of his engine. "You are the special occasion.”
Sideswipe grinned and revved his engine. Then he thought about that, and slid a glance at Jazz. "Now that one, I haven't heard before."
Jazz's grin was the only answer he gave. At least, verbally.