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kurumu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: borderline
Word count: 845
Prompt: June 9th: Transformers (G1), Blaster/Jazz: vibration - It was quite intriguing what all one could do with sound when the bass was at just the right level.
Author's Notes: It has been a long time since I've written fanfiction. And I mean looong, so forgive the awfulness. ;;
Fresh out of recharge, Jazz walked with a slight swing in his step down an empty corridor of the Ark while on his way to get some much needed energon. No one else was usually online at such an early hour of the day. Aside from Red Alert or Prowl maybe, but due to their particular duties, Jazz didn't think either of the two would be very much in the mood for casual chit-chat. He was used to the silent atmosphere during mornings. Didn't mean, he wouldn't want a little noise though.
Perhaps Primus actually listened once in a while since the black and white mech was greeted by the sight of a familiar cassette playing bot. It took the red Autobot a second to realize someone else had entered the room when he turned, holding a cube of energon.
"Jazz, didn't notice you there, man," Blaster gave the other mech a cool smile, "you normally online during this cycle?"
"I was about to ask ya the same thing." The saboteur relaxed with a chuckle.
"Hah, well, I gotta cruise on over to New York with Tracks later. Something to do with car theft?" the red mech subspaced his energon and motioned to an empty spot near him and then to Jazz, "Come sit with me. Knowing Tracks, it'll a cycle or two before he remembers!"
"Sure thing," The black and white mech took a seat, "M-"
"Hey, you gotta hear this new beat I picked up on the dial recently! It's pretty sweet, man." Blaster cut off Jazz, but the mech was all too happy to agree.
As the red mech pressed a button or two to play back the recorded song, it first seemed like the volume had come out very low. The saboteur couldn't help but laugh at the innocent goof up.
"Sounds like ya caught a mute concert there," the black and white mech still laughed a little, "Need a hand?"
"Nah- Oh, I know! Jazz, open your encrypted audio channel."
"Direct approach, huh?" Jazz was curious to see how this would turn out.
"Alright now..." Blaster looked like he was concentrating on some nodes and Jazz was about to comment again, but the feeling of faint vibrations registered in the saboteur's body.
"You hearing that?" The communications officer looked proud of himself.
"W-woah, yeah," the black and white mech had played Earth's music before from his own speakers, so he couldn't figure out why it felt weird now. Blaster adjusted the volume and put up the bass feature just slightly. Now Jazz was starting to feel the movement. His face plate was steadily trying to stay cool.
"Should I lower it?" The red mech asked earnestly, but the saboteur thought his audios picked up a slight hint of playfulness in his voice, "or do you want it higher?"
Another vibration traveled through Jazz's chassis as the music continued. He remained collected even when his internal fans began kicking in slowly to dampen the minor heat he was getting from Blaster's actions. The red mech hadn't actually touched metal to metal with Jazz either. Yet.
"Haha, come on, Blaster. Y-ya know if Red's watchin', we won't hear the end of it." The saboteur's vocal processor was at a whisper and he had to keep himself from chuckling too loudly.
"I don't care."
The cassette player had leaned in with a grin and upped the volume on his dial. The tremors going up and down the porsche's frame could be felt by Blaster as well while he was pressed up closer to the other mech. With the sound waves at just the correct level, both of their frames shook very steadily and slow against each other. The red mech on purposely loosened his grip on Jazz to make his intake gasp from the disappointment of losing Blaster's touch. Blaster intertwined his and Jazz's digits together and experienced the vibrations all the way up his arm.
"You're gonna make it hard for me to part with ya." The porsche's smile was doing well to cover up the fact that some of his systems were already feeling overheated.
The red mech's lip components met the other's in response. Either Blaster's recorded song had repeated or lasted forever since the quakes of sound continued through them. "Mm-sucks-mmm-don't it?" The red mech's answer was muffled as the two mechs' glossa met. Blaster's low and very static vocal processor was unique among the rest of the Autobots. It rumbled through him like the radio's sound. And the trembling kept building-
"Hello? Is someone in there? Blaster? Anyone?"
Jazz felt everything go quiet and the room had stopped moving. Blaster had abruptly ended the music and glanced at the closed door. The ache in the saboteur's spark was left hanging.
"Heh, soorrry. Looks like I gotta bounce." The cassette player shrugged.
"Tracks' timing couldn' 'a' been more perfect." The black and white mech laughed with mild sarcasm.
Author:
kurumuRating: PG-13
Warnings: borderline
Word count: 845
Prompt: June 9th: Transformers (G1), Blaster/Jazz: vibration - It was quite intriguing what all one could do with sound when the bass was at just the right level.
Author's Notes: It has been a long time since I've written fanfiction. And I mean looong, so forgive the awfulness. ;;
Fresh out of recharge, Jazz walked with a slight swing in his step down an empty corridor of the Ark while on his way to get some much needed energon. No one else was usually online at such an early hour of the day. Aside from Red Alert or Prowl maybe, but due to their particular duties, Jazz didn't think either of the two would be very much in the mood for casual chit-chat. He was used to the silent atmosphere during mornings. Didn't mean, he wouldn't want a little noise though.
Perhaps Primus actually listened once in a while since the black and white mech was greeted by the sight of a familiar cassette playing bot. It took the red Autobot a second to realize someone else had entered the room when he turned, holding a cube of energon.
"Jazz, didn't notice you there, man," Blaster gave the other mech a cool smile, "you normally online during this cycle?"
"I was about to ask ya the same thing." The saboteur relaxed with a chuckle.
"Hah, well, I gotta cruise on over to New York with Tracks later. Something to do with car theft?" the red mech subspaced his energon and motioned to an empty spot near him and then to Jazz, "Come sit with me. Knowing Tracks, it'll a cycle or two before he remembers!"
"Sure thing," The black and white mech took a seat, "M-"
"Hey, you gotta hear this new beat I picked up on the dial recently! It's pretty sweet, man." Blaster cut off Jazz, but the mech was all too happy to agree.
As the red mech pressed a button or two to play back the recorded song, it first seemed like the volume had come out very low. The saboteur couldn't help but laugh at the innocent goof up.
"Sounds like ya caught a mute concert there," the black and white mech still laughed a little, "Need a hand?"
"Nah- Oh, I know! Jazz, open your encrypted audio channel."
"Direct approach, huh?" Jazz was curious to see how this would turn out.
"Alright now..." Blaster looked like he was concentrating on some nodes and Jazz was about to comment again, but the feeling of faint vibrations registered in the saboteur's body.
"You hearing that?" The communications officer looked proud of himself.
"W-woah, yeah," the black and white mech had played Earth's music before from his own speakers, so he couldn't figure out why it felt weird now. Blaster adjusted the volume and put up the bass feature just slightly. Now Jazz was starting to feel the movement. His face plate was steadily trying to stay cool.
"Should I lower it?" The red mech asked earnestly, but the saboteur thought his audios picked up a slight hint of playfulness in his voice, "or do you want it higher?"
Another vibration traveled through Jazz's chassis as the music continued. He remained collected even when his internal fans began kicking in slowly to dampen the minor heat he was getting from Blaster's actions. The red mech hadn't actually touched metal to metal with Jazz either. Yet.
"Haha, come on, Blaster. Y-ya know if Red's watchin', we won't hear the end of it." The saboteur's vocal processor was at a whisper and he had to keep himself from chuckling too loudly.
"I don't care."
The cassette player had leaned in with a grin and upped the volume on his dial. The tremors going up and down the porsche's frame could be felt by Blaster as well while he was pressed up closer to the other mech. With the sound waves at just the correct level, both of their frames shook very steadily and slow against each other. The red mech on purposely loosened his grip on Jazz to make his intake gasp from the disappointment of losing Blaster's touch. Blaster intertwined his and Jazz's digits together and experienced the vibrations all the way up his arm.
"You're gonna make it hard for me to part with ya." The porsche's smile was doing well to cover up the fact that some of his systems were already feeling overheated.
The red mech's lip components met the other's in response. Either Blaster's recorded song had repeated or lasted forever since the quakes of sound continued through them. "Mm-sucks-mmm-don't it?" The red mech's answer was muffled as the two mechs' glossa met. Blaster's low and very static vocal processor was unique among the rest of the Autobots. It rumbled through him like the radio's sound. And the trembling kept building-
"Hello? Is someone in there? Blaster? Anyone?"
Jazz felt everything go quiet and the room had stopped moving. Blaster had abruptly ended the music and glanced at the closed door. The ache in the saboteur's spark was left hanging.
"Heh, soorrry. Looks like I gotta bounce." The cassette player shrugged.
"Tracks' timing couldn' 'a' been more perfect." The black and white mech laughed with mild sarcasm.
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