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ajremixTitle: On Proper Conduct in a Workplace Environment
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating: PG-13 for some minor badtouching
Word Count: 998
Characters: Sideswipe, Prowl
Summary: Prompt: Hands. Because the latest chapter of Star Crossed made me sad ;_;
Prowl’s hands, Sideswipe long decided, were among the most amazing achievements of modern technology. Not just his hands, but the way he moved them, the things he could multitask, the speed and agility and ease in which his hands danced between tasks. It was one of the reasons Sideswipe really didn’t mind monitor duty; Prowl would sit in the one seat where whoever was sitting before the monitors could see at the edge of their optics. Every twitch of doorwings or flow of his hands a tempting distraction. Most of his shifts were during the graveyard when everyone was either recharging or doing patrols and Red Alert merely looked over the nightly readouts because Prowl tended to be on duty and who didn’t trust Prowl?
Sometimes the Datsun might sit a little closer and Sideswipe might swivel the chair a little more. They’d talk over their tightlink when Prowl’s work didn’t need so much focus and the security camera were never at the right angle to catch the hungry flash in Sideswipe’s optics or the soft curl of Prowl’s lips.
Sometimes when work was light and his engine purring in the deep hours Prowl would find some reason to have his hands smooth over Sideswipe’s hood or linger on the sensitive latch where the fighter’s shoulder cannon would secure. Those nights tended to have ‘scheduled blackouts’ in an oh-so conveniently close section between shifts and slag if Sideswipe take advantage of that.
Tonight Sideswipe didn’t know what it was but something about how Prowl moved had his engine thrumming all through his body. The way those white hands moved on the datapads had phantom touches shivering along the sensitive seams of his armor and he looked at that smooth profile and remembered the soft part of lips and the way blue optics flared when Sideswipe touched all the right places. He wanted to feel those doorwings tremble under his fingers, hear the stifled gasps as sensations fired in Prowl’s processor-
“Sideswipe.” It wasn’t in that breathless way that sent shudders through his fuel pump but it still sounded like the sexiest thing at that moment. “Focus.”
“Can’t.” Came the all too honest reply.
“Then don’t overheat yourself.”
Realizing that- okay, maybe his engine was revving a little too loud, Sideswipe dulled it to a low hum. “I blame it on you.”
“I’d have to disagree.”
“I’d be worried if you didn’t.” The conversation lapsed, Prowl not deeming it worth carrying on as he worked to keep on top of all the work that piled on during the day. Sideswipe considered him for a moment and then decided- aw slaggit –and moved to a seat closer to the 2IC.
“Sideswipe-“
“I can still see the monitors.” He interrupted casually, even as an arm lifted to trace the rubber that sealed glass to door along one of the wings. The door flickered under his hand absently but otherwise there was no hitch in any of Prowl’s mannerisms. “No one in the halls, Grapple on call at the medbay, ground patrol just passed the outside perimeter and air patrol due back in an hour.” Sideswipe’s thumb pressed against the latch of the door, fingers splayed along the interior material. “Nothing to worry about.” His voice dropped low, matching the rumble as his engine. A fine tremor passed through Prowl’s doorwing and now that Sideswipe had a taste of his weakness he was hungry for more.
“I’m busy.” Came the bland reply. Except to those that knew what to look for and Sideswipe was one of those ‘bots. He heard it, the faintest of inflections but it was there. His hand scraped along the length of the appendage, feeling along the dips and grooves.
“I want you.”
“No.” With that the door flexed away from Sideswipe’s reach, but only just. Sideswipe would be the first to admit he has a problem with authority. If he could he’d also be willing to admit he had a problem with Prowl particularly because as banal as he could get there was just… something about how intelligent and authoritative he was made Sideswipe, well, horny.
And most every command Prowl gave him- even an emphatic ‘stop that’ –just made Sideswipe hotter for him. It was a kink of his, being dominated. Which was fine because it was a kink of Prowl’s to dominate and they both regarded their kinks and each other as equals- something that made Sideswipe respect Prowl all the more. So when Prowl said ‘no’ Sideswipe thought ‘yes’ and his hand snuck under Prowl’s roof, caressing the cables tucked safely beneath, knowing what it took to make the officer tremble quietly.
Prowl’s hands faltered on the datapad and Sideswipe moved in closer, teeth running along the edge of a doorwing and his arm twisted around Prowl’s midsection until he was practically pulling the tactician onto his lap.
“Primus.” His words were whispered along the hard panels of the door. “I need you so fragging bad. Please,” a hitch went up in the back of Sideswipe’s vocalizer as one of Prowl’s hands skimmed up along the one the Lamborghini had wrapped around him, “I’ll do anything, just lemme- owowowow!”
With a hiss Sideswipe yanked his hand back, the cables in the gap where fingers joined his hand throbbed from where Prowl pinched and twisted them. Prowl just went back to scrolling through his work as if he had been doing nothing else all night. “There’s a time and a place for that, Sideswipe. This is neither.” His look as Prowl tilted his head to the warrior, however, made his fuel pump skip momentarily. “Do I have to lecture you on what constitutes professional behavior again?” There was an underlying purr in the question.
Sideswipe smirked, more leering than not. “They do say repetition is the best way to learn.” Now that he had something to look forward to Sideswipe returned to his post, arms behind his head, satisfied smirk never once leaving his lips.
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating: PG-13 for some minor badtouching
Word Count: 998
Characters: Sideswipe, Prowl
Summary: Prompt: Hands. Because the latest chapter of Star Crossed made me sad ;_;
Prowl’s hands, Sideswipe long decided, were among the most amazing achievements of modern technology. Not just his hands, but the way he moved them, the things he could multitask, the speed and agility and ease in which his hands danced between tasks. It was one of the reasons Sideswipe really didn’t mind monitor duty; Prowl would sit in the one seat where whoever was sitting before the monitors could see at the edge of their optics. Every twitch of doorwings or flow of his hands a tempting distraction. Most of his shifts were during the graveyard when everyone was either recharging or doing patrols and Red Alert merely looked over the nightly readouts because Prowl tended to be on duty and who didn’t trust Prowl?
Sometimes the Datsun might sit a little closer and Sideswipe might swivel the chair a little more. They’d talk over their tightlink when Prowl’s work didn’t need so much focus and the security camera were never at the right angle to catch the hungry flash in Sideswipe’s optics or the soft curl of Prowl’s lips.
Sometimes when work was light and his engine purring in the deep hours Prowl would find some reason to have his hands smooth over Sideswipe’s hood or linger on the sensitive latch where the fighter’s shoulder cannon would secure. Those nights tended to have ‘scheduled blackouts’ in an oh-so conveniently close section between shifts and slag if Sideswipe take advantage of that.
Tonight Sideswipe didn’t know what it was but something about how Prowl moved had his engine thrumming all through his body. The way those white hands moved on the datapads had phantom touches shivering along the sensitive seams of his armor and he looked at that smooth profile and remembered the soft part of lips and the way blue optics flared when Sideswipe touched all the right places. He wanted to feel those doorwings tremble under his fingers, hear the stifled gasps as sensations fired in Prowl’s processor-
“Sideswipe.” It wasn’t in that breathless way that sent shudders through his fuel pump but it still sounded like the sexiest thing at that moment. “Focus.”
“Can’t.” Came the all too honest reply.
“Then don’t overheat yourself.”
Realizing that- okay, maybe his engine was revving a little too loud, Sideswipe dulled it to a low hum. “I blame it on you.”
“I’d have to disagree.”
“I’d be worried if you didn’t.” The conversation lapsed, Prowl not deeming it worth carrying on as he worked to keep on top of all the work that piled on during the day. Sideswipe considered him for a moment and then decided- aw slaggit –and moved to a seat closer to the 2IC.
“Sideswipe-“
“I can still see the monitors.” He interrupted casually, even as an arm lifted to trace the rubber that sealed glass to door along one of the wings. The door flickered under his hand absently but otherwise there was no hitch in any of Prowl’s mannerisms. “No one in the halls, Grapple on call at the medbay, ground patrol just passed the outside perimeter and air patrol due back in an hour.” Sideswipe’s thumb pressed against the latch of the door, fingers splayed along the interior material. “Nothing to worry about.” His voice dropped low, matching the rumble as his engine. A fine tremor passed through Prowl’s doorwing and now that Sideswipe had a taste of his weakness he was hungry for more.
“I’m busy.” Came the bland reply. Except to those that knew what to look for and Sideswipe was one of those ‘bots. He heard it, the faintest of inflections but it was there. His hand scraped along the length of the appendage, feeling along the dips and grooves.
“I want you.”
“No.” With that the door flexed away from Sideswipe’s reach, but only just. Sideswipe would be the first to admit he has a problem with authority. If he could he’d also be willing to admit he had a problem with Prowl particularly because as banal as he could get there was just… something about how intelligent and authoritative he was made Sideswipe, well, horny.
And most every command Prowl gave him- even an emphatic ‘stop that’ –just made Sideswipe hotter for him. It was a kink of his, being dominated. Which was fine because it was a kink of Prowl’s to dominate and they both regarded their kinks and each other as equals- something that made Sideswipe respect Prowl all the more. So when Prowl said ‘no’ Sideswipe thought ‘yes’ and his hand snuck under Prowl’s roof, caressing the cables tucked safely beneath, knowing what it took to make the officer tremble quietly.
Prowl’s hands faltered on the datapad and Sideswipe moved in closer, teeth running along the edge of a doorwing and his arm twisted around Prowl’s midsection until he was practically pulling the tactician onto his lap.
“Primus.” His words were whispered along the hard panels of the door. “I need you so fragging bad. Please,” a hitch went up in the back of Sideswipe’s vocalizer as one of Prowl’s hands skimmed up along the one the Lamborghini had wrapped around him, “I’ll do anything, just lemme- owowowow!”
With a hiss Sideswipe yanked his hand back, the cables in the gap where fingers joined his hand throbbed from where Prowl pinched and twisted them. Prowl just went back to scrolling through his work as if he had been doing nothing else all night. “There’s a time and a place for that, Sideswipe. This is neither.” His look as Prowl tilted his head to the warrior, however, made his fuel pump skip momentarily. “Do I have to lecture you on what constitutes professional behavior again?” There was an underlying purr in the question.
Sideswipe smirked, more leering than not. “They do say repetition is the best way to learn.” Now that he had something to look forward to Sideswipe returned to his post, arms behind his head, satisfied smirk never once leaving his lips.
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