TF: Want You, Need You
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: He wasn’t what he needed, but he was what he wanted.
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: For the tf_speedwriting Wednesday 21st July prompt 2 - Song lyrics
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 2
Time: 29 minutes. One day I will attempt to use the full time allowed.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive. He was. It was just Jazz was sure that they wouldn’t get on. Prowl was… well, to quote some of the nicer rumors around the base ‘a ‘bot with a stick up his tailpipe that would jump on you from even thinking of breaking a rule or not following one of his plans.’ Of course, plenty of mechs had not followed his battleplans and survived to tell the tale. Springer was one of the repeated offenders - everything he did he did to annoy Prowl it seemed.
Jazz watched Prowl across the meeting room table. The tactician was thoroughly engrossed in explaining his latest offensive against the Decepticons. He had nothing that Jazz was interested in. By all accounts, the mech preferred spending his off duty time working. Or reading. Or training. Not relaxing like Jazz did. Or socialising. But there was something there Jazz couldn’t deny. He wanted Prowl.
Sure, it was pure lust, that’s what he told himself as he pushed Prowl up against the wall. That Prowl didn’t seem to mind, and was in fact returning the kiss with as much ferocity; Jazz just told himself was a good thing. It didn’t mean anything to him, just a quick romp in the berth. Or up against the tactician’s office wall.
“You have nothing I need.” Prowl ground out, before leaning back in to nip Jazz’s neck cables.
“Don’t I know it mech.” Jazz replied, head thrown back. “But you got everything I want.”