TF: Dirty Talk

[wildernesstales]

Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz, Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Red Alert ends up eavesdropping on a private comm conversation between Jazz and Prowl.
Warnings: PWP,  though plot wanted to make an appearance
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: I fully blame this on eloquencelost  who said that I should write this.  She thrust the plot bunny at me and dumped its carrots on the floor and ran!  Or she might have made me blush by saying I write Red/Inferno well and therefore I should write this.
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.  

 

Red Alert glanced at Jazz.  The saboteur looked as though he was sitting paying rapt attention to Optimus Prime.  But Red Alert knew better.  Red Alert could *hear* what Jazz was saying to Prowl.
“I wanna lick every inch of yer platin’.” Red Alert twitched.  He supposed it was his fault, but the security of the base meant that he needed to keep tabs on personal comm. lines.  Though why he was still listening to Jazz, he had no idea.
“I wanna dig my fingers into that gap at yer hips and tug the wiring until yer cryin’ out my name.”  He shot Jazz a glare.  He’d been listening to the saboteur talk dirty to Prowl for the last ten minutes.  And from what he could see, Prowl was trying to ignore it.  But the spike in his temperature proved that he wasn’t immune.  He shifted in his seat, deliberately not looking at Jazz, but Red Alert could see how much he wanted to.
“I wanna make ya overload, have ya screamin’ my name.” Prowl actually whined at that, though Red Alert doubted anyone else had heard him.  Except Jazz judging by the smug expression on the saboteur’s face.
“Jus’ that spot between yer wings… ya know, the one that makes you whimper.” Jazz continued on, thoroughly enjoying getting Prowl more and more worked up, not seeming to care that they were in a meeting.  His optics flickered towards Prime and Red Alert was sure he would be capable of reciting every word Prime had spoken.

“All right, let’s draw this meeting to a close.  Does anyone else have anything to say?  Prowl, Red Alert?” Red Alert jumped almost guiltily as Prime called his name.
“Nothing Optimus.” He could have sworn several mechs vented a sigh as he replied, but he was more concerned with the way Prowl was almost rising out of his seat.  When Prime’s attention turned to him, he shook his head, quickly saying that he had paperwork to attend to.  He left before anyone could disagree.  That Jazz also left fairly promptly didn’t seem to raise any optic ridges either.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Red were listening to us.” Jazz drawled as he caught up with Prowl.
“He was?”
“Yup.  An’ I think he enjoyed himself without wanting ta.”
“Well it’s his own fault.” Prowl grumbled, heading towards his office.  After all the teasing and tormenting he’d been put through in that meeting, he wasn’t feeling very charitable.
“Heh yeah I guess.” Jazz just grinned.  “Betcha he’s gonna go straight ta Inferno ta get some help with his ‘problem’.”
“Probably.” Prowl agreed, slowing down as they approached his office.  He paused to key in the door code, waiting for the door to slide open before he stepped in.
“Now, you gonna let me help ya with yer ‘problem’?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Red Alert groaned as both Prowl and Jazz disappeared out of the room before he had a chance to reprimand either of them.  Really, they shouldn’t have been using the comms in that way!  He made his way back to his security office, determined to find them both later to inform them that they should not use their private commlines for such… games.
“Heya Red.” Inferno’s presence after listening to Jazz’s teasing was not unwelcome.  Inferno found himself fixed with a calculating look.
“Er… Red?  How was the meetin’?”
“It’s over, let’s put it that way.  And now I have more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Ah…” Inferno’s face fell at that.  He knew Red Alert wasn’t meant to be working, and had hoped to catch him before he could sequester himself away in the security office.
“Pressing matters that involve you, me and our berth.” He hadn’t been intending seeking Inferno out, but provided with the opportunity, he was certainly going to take it.  Far better to work off the frustration Jazz’s teasing had caused then letting it simmer.
“Now I like the sound a that.” Inferno grinned, tugging Red Alert closer and guiding him away from the security office towards their quarters.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Should I worry that yer listening in on their games?” Inferno drawled, fingers tracing across Red Alert’s spoiler.  The smaller mech just writhed, struggling to vocalise an answer under the tactile stimulation.
“It wasn’t intentional.” He managed to reply, vents hitching as he answered.
“If I didn’t know ya better Red, I’d say ya were abusing yer privileges ta get yer engine revvin’.”
“Inferno!” He meant for it to come out far more harshly than the breathy whimper that he actually managed.  Inferno just grinned, moving away from Red Alert’s spoiler and onto the plating on his back, stroking across the smooth panels and nudging his fingers against the seams.  He might be larger than Red Alert and not able to tease the wiring beneath his panels, but thanks to Red Alert’s sensor net, he didn’t need to do much more than nudge at the seams to stimulate him.

Red Alert had thought he had control of the situation, right up until the point where Inferno deliberately brushed along his spoiler.  Then the situation had rapidly spiralled out of his control.  Not that he was complaining of course.  As unlikely as it seemed; being pinned to the berth by Inferno and thoroughly teased, didn’t scare him in any way.  He trusted Inferno.

Squirming, Red Alert managed to turn over, hands scrabbling for a purchase on Inferno’s plating.
“You’re just jealous because you weren’t there to listen.” He murmured, digging his fingers into Inferno’s seams and tugging the wiring underneath.  Inferno arched, pulling Red Alert closer.
“So what if I am?  Ya know I like being the only one ta get ya hot.” He turned on his back, easily balancing Red Alert on his thighs.  This way he could have one hand on that spoiler…
“And you do…” Red Alert purred, entangling his fingers in Inferno’s grill, feeling the vibrations from his engine.
“Good.” Inferno groaned, arching up again, trying to force Red Alert’s fingers deeper.
“Ah ah…” Red Alert pulled his hands back teasingly, letting his fingers just brush across Inferno’s grill.  He adored making the larger mech writhe and beg.
“Awww c’mon Red, yer just as heated up as me.” Inferno pointed out, grabbing hold of one of Red Alert’s wrists and tugging him closer.  Any protest Red Alert was going to make was muffled by the possessive kiss Inferno dragged him into.  It didn’t take much more persuasion for him open his interface panel and allow Inferno to connect them.

The sensations cascaded over the connections, blurring the lines between them until Red Alert didn’t know where he ended and Inferno began.  All that mattered was they were together, that they were connected.  That the energy flowing between them sent them closer and closer to their overload.

Scraping his fingers along Inferno’s grill sent the larger mech tumbling over the edge into his own overload.  The strength of it over the connection sent Red Alert hurtling into his own, fingers clenching in Inferno’s grill, prompting another wave of pleasure to surge across the link.

Red Alert onlined his optics to feel Inferno gently stroking his backplating.
“Ya need to refuel more often Red.” He admonished gently.  Internally, Red Alert grimaced.  Inferno only said something like that when he’d been offline for longer than expected.
“How long?”
“Thirty minutes.  Was nearly gonna call Ratchet.” Inferno tilted his head, face full of concern.  Red Alert winced.  He hated worrying Inferno like that, but he did sometimes get so caught up in his work that he ignored the warnings telling him to refuel.
“Well you don’t need to call him now.” Red Alert murmured, snuggling closer to Inferno.
“Mebbe not, but ya need ta refuel.” Reluctantly, Inferno slid off the berth, moving across the room to a small storage cupboard where they kept a supply of energon.  Without speaking, he sat back down on the berth and handed the cube to Red Alert, who dutifully drank it all down.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured.  The fact that Inferno had made him refuel immediately just showed how concerned the firetruck was.
“Ya need to listen to what yer systems tell ya Red.” Inferno grimaced.  “An’ now I sound like Ratchet.” Red Alert smiled a little at that.
“Never.” He leant closer to kiss Inferno.  “You’re much better than Ratchet.”
“Better than Jazz’s dirty talkin’?” Inferno asked with a grin.
“Much better.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Ya know Prowler, one of these days I’m gonna end up comming Ratchet if ya don’t start refuellin’ properly.”
“Please don’t…” Prowl murmured weakly, reaching for the energon Jazz held.