Tension
Title: Tension
Verse: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz
Word Count: 537
Warnings: Implied sticky
Summary: Everyone has bad days, so it's nice when there's someone to help relieve the tension.
Notes: I blame pellimusprime. I've had a muse to simply write all day, and then she showed me This.
“Ironhide, come with me.”
As much as Ironhide hated being called on like someone’s turbo puppy, he couldn’t stop himself from turning on his heel and marching off after a set of twitching door wings.
“Let me guess: the twins found you.” He grunted, turning down a corridor after the SIC.
“Not the twins.”
Ironhide raised an optic ridge at the response. Usually if Prowl’s door wings were hitched that painfully high up, the twins were involved. “Who did?”
“Jazz.”
Ironhide clamped a hand around his mouth to keep a snort of laughter from making itself vocal. “Care to clarify?”
“He decided that several organic creatures needed a home.” Prowl paused and glanced back at Ironhide. “In my desk.”
The red Autobot coughed to cover up the laugh this time. “What creatures?”
“Frogs.”
Ironhide couldn’t hide the brief laugh this time and Prowl shot a glare at him.
“I suppose your day was far more manageable than mine.” Prowl grumbled back at him.
“Hardly.” Ironhide snorted, suddenly losing some of his amusement.
“Care to clarify?” Prowl returned, stopping when he reached the door to his quarters. He quickly tapped in the access code.
“The twins decided to have a wrestling match in the rec room while I was off duty.”
As the door slid open, Prowl cast a look back at his companion before he stepped into his room. “A report was filed on that incident. Apparently a mech was slammed into the cube dispenser.”
“That was me.” Ironhide grumbled, following him into the unlit room.
Just a moment after he was clear of the doors, the door slid shut behind him and he was left in complete darkness. He was allowed only another moment before a set of hands grabbed him by the waist and shoved him forward.
“Then we both need to release some tension this time.”
Ironhide fell onto Prowl’s berth in a violent manner he was quickly growing accustomed to. It was strange… The majority of the times he ‘faced, it was him that took the lead. Prowl was interesting that way.
He felt a hand curl around his paneling, tugging impatiently at it. Ironhide gave a soft chuckle at the reaction and waited another moment before he released the latches. It was occasionally fun to mess with the SIC, but he supposed today they both needed to get on with release.
~~~
“That’s fifty.”
“No way, you can’t be sure.”
“Yeah, what if they’re just talking?”
“You can hear the banging.”
“They might be a legit couple.”
“Oh like Prowl would ever lock lips with anyone.”
“Like Ironhide would lock lips with Prowl!”
Jazz elbowed Sideswipe in side and peered around the corner at the door to Prowl’s quarters. “You owe me the agreed 50 cubes of high grade.”
Sideswipe grunted and batted the arm away. “That’s not fair!”
Sunstreaker crossed his arms across his chest and glowered at the porsche. “Any sane mech would have bet against you.”
Jazz grinned at the two and shrugged. “You have until this weekend to pay up.”
The twins grumbled and watched as Jazz turned and walked off down the hall back toward the rec room.
“I still can’t believe Ironhide and Prowl are sex buddies.”
Verse: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ironhide, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz
Word Count: 537
Warnings: Implied sticky
Summary: Everyone has bad days, so it's nice when there's someone to help relieve the tension.
Notes: I blame pellimusprime. I've had a muse to simply write all day, and then she showed me This.
“Ironhide, come with me.”
As much as Ironhide hated being called on like someone’s turbo puppy, he couldn’t stop himself from turning on his heel and marching off after a set of twitching door wings.
“Let me guess: the twins found you.” He grunted, turning down a corridor after the SIC.
“Not the twins.”
Ironhide raised an optic ridge at the response. Usually if Prowl’s door wings were hitched that painfully high up, the twins were involved. “Who did?”
“Jazz.”
Ironhide clamped a hand around his mouth to keep a snort of laughter from making itself vocal. “Care to clarify?”
“He decided that several organic creatures needed a home.” Prowl paused and glanced back at Ironhide. “In my desk.”
The red Autobot coughed to cover up the laugh this time. “What creatures?”
“Frogs.”
Ironhide couldn’t hide the brief laugh this time and Prowl shot a glare at him.
“I suppose your day was far more manageable than mine.” Prowl grumbled back at him.
“Hardly.” Ironhide snorted, suddenly losing some of his amusement.
“Care to clarify?” Prowl returned, stopping when he reached the door to his quarters. He quickly tapped in the access code.
“The twins decided to have a wrestling match in the rec room while I was off duty.”
As the door slid open, Prowl cast a look back at his companion before he stepped into his room. “A report was filed on that incident. Apparently a mech was slammed into the cube dispenser.”
“That was me.” Ironhide grumbled, following him into the unlit room.
Just a moment after he was clear of the doors, the door slid shut behind him and he was left in complete darkness. He was allowed only another moment before a set of hands grabbed him by the waist and shoved him forward.
“Then we both need to release some tension this time.”
Ironhide fell onto Prowl’s berth in a violent manner he was quickly growing accustomed to. It was strange… The majority of the times he ‘faced, it was him that took the lead. Prowl was interesting that way.
He felt a hand curl around his paneling, tugging impatiently at it. Ironhide gave a soft chuckle at the reaction and waited another moment before he released the latches. It was occasionally fun to mess with the SIC, but he supposed today they both needed to get on with release.
~~~
“That’s fifty.”
“No way, you can’t be sure.”
“Yeah, what if they’re just talking?”
“You can hear the banging.”
“They might be a legit couple.”
“Oh like Prowl would ever lock lips with anyone.”
“Like Ironhide would lock lips with Prowl!”
Jazz elbowed Sideswipe in side and peered around the corner at the door to Prowl’s quarters. “You owe me the agreed 50 cubes of high grade.”
Sideswipe grunted and batted the arm away. “That’s not fair!”
Sunstreaker crossed his arms across his chest and glowered at the porsche. “Any sane mech would have bet against you.”
Jazz grinned at the two and shrugged. “You have until this weekend to pay up.”
The twins grumbled and watched as Jazz turned and walked off down the hall back toward the rec room.
“I still can’t believe Ironhide and Prowl are sex buddies.”