Short Starjack Allergy Fic (Transformers

[farre385]

Haven't finished this and don't know if I will, but figured I'd throw it out there

“Ex—heh, excuse me, I h-have to—go.” 

“Wait, Starscream—” Windblade calls, but he’s out the door before she can finish. He locks the door to his private study behind him, finger pressed so hard beneath his nose it almost hurts. What had started as vague tickle has become a pulsing need, and it’s all he can do to keep the fit at bay until he hears Windblade leave his office. Then, finally, he’s alone. 

“Ahh, oh Primus, hih, hihahh not yet!” He fumbles with his communicator. Wheeljack won’t want to miss this. Starscream fumbles for the call button, hitching desperately as the call connects. If Wheeljack’s not alone, well… He’ll figure it out. 

"Star?"

“Are, ihh, are you alone?” 

"Fuck, fuck yeah, I am."

[solitaire-au]

I’m not especially familiar with Starscream, but I just saw two amazing series of drawings of him in the Artwork subforum that someone did and now I’m intrigued!

Please continue!