Drive me like a Porsche [Transformers (G1), Jazz/Blaster, PG-13]

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Title: Drive me like a Porsche
Author: kurumu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexuality
Word count: 710
Prompt: June 29th: Transformers (G1), Jazz/Blaster: dirty lyrics - "Yeah, but do you know the verse with the fembot and the security drone?"
A/N: LATE TO THE MAX. D:



That music was playing again.

Blaster noticed that Jazz had taken a liking to the latest cassettes Tracks acquired from his human friend, Raoul. The music itself was just fine to Blaster, then again there wasn't really any kind he didn't like, but for the first time he couldn't completely understand the lyrics. The human artist would sing about weird things, such as "dancing around someone like they're workin' the pole." He was pretty sure they were love songs of some sort since that was what he gathered from the verses that were comprehensible. The red mech was a bit disappointed by his lack of knowledge about all these bizarre arrangements of words in human songs.

He felt bad since Jazz always invited him to listen to his newest acquisition and for once he didn't get it. The mech's curiosity finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey Jazz, what do they mean when they sing stuff like, 'Please ride me gently like a Porsche'?" Blaster repeated the last line he heard as the song continued.

It seemed almost planned due to how that particular verse happened to spring up right at that moment. The communications officer knew that humans were not like cars and it made no sense to him why that would be said. Jazz had a subtle smile, probably thinking the same about that specific Porsche line.

"Ah, well, it's hard to explain it, so maybe I can show ya instead?"

"A'right!" Blaster thought simply telling him would be easier, but he trusted Jazz's experience. He was more familiar with the Earth and its people's cultures and all, so he assumed he was going to be shown something enlightening concerning this music.

"When they sing 'wash me clean, just like that, baby' it means somethin' like this," The red mech was taken by surprise as Jazz ran his glossa slowly up one of Blaster's cheek plates.

What'd that have to do with the song? He wanted to ask the black and white mech, but thought twice. If speaking up distracted Jazz, then he might quit and the boom box had sort of enjoyed it. The saboteur smiled again. Blaster hadn't reacted negatively and looked as though he was waiting to see what Jazz would do next.

At that second, the music that played next was drastically different language-wise. Blaster knew the song despite and the melody was familiar. The Cybertronian tune was one he didn't expect to hear again since the mech had been transferred to Earth. The saboteur had remained quiet with a slight grin, knowing that Blaster recognized the music.

"Does it bring ya back? Hearin' this?" Jazz tapped Blaster's lip components.

"Why'd you pick this song in particular, man?" The red mech was positive his face plates were probably red like the rest of his frame in mild embarrassement.

"Ya wanted to know what those human songs were talkin' about, didn't ya?" The Porsche's smile was more seductive.

The communications officer found that those confusing Earthling songs were beginning to make a lot more sense now.

The black and white mech leaned into Blaster causing him to stumble back onto the berth. Blaster didn't have time to position himself comfortably when Jazz propped up the other mech's legs. The red mech was tempted to shift his moved limbs, but the saboteur was already kneeling on the crowded berth looming right over him. Jazz placed his hands around the speakers embedded on the red mech's legs. He slid his fingers under the metal ring around the speakers' openings and teased the tiny wires hidden there. The boom box mech almost kicked the saboteur out of reflex. Jazz held the jerked limb down. Before he inched his arm up to Blaster's helm, the seated mech caught it in both hands.

"I'm assumin' ya got the message of that human music by now, right?" The black and white mech smiled knowing fully well that the other mech already figured that out.

"Oooh, I do," Blaster lifted Jazz's hand up and sensually licked one of the fingers which made the saboteur shudder, "but maybe you should let the original singer of the song show you how 'the mech made the femme's servos overheat'."