AN/: Here's my first transformers one-shot I've had in my head lately . Jazz x Prowl. I do not own transformers or you tube, I wish I did.. DONT WE ALL?! Ahem, enjoy

~How to get someone to kiss you~

: Is there someone you like, but the person doesn't see you that way or doesn't see you at all? All you need is a plan to get your would-be lover to kiss you….:

Jazz had tried everything that had worked on past mechs. Showing off moves, subtle stroking, the usual devious smile, you name it. As soon as Jazz had seen Prowl get off that ship and walk into the base in the stoic manner that seemed to come natural to him, Jazz had set a challenge for himself. He would be the first bot to get the "Cold-afted" (by a world-renowned reputation) auto-bot to react and show any kind of physical change. While it may sound cruel, Jazz had been lazing around the new autobot base, bored off his aft, desperate for about any kind of entertainment( the video-games had gotten boring once he beat them and Sam hadn't come back from the family "together time" to bring him more.) and as if primus had heard him, Prowl had shown up.

Now, to get such a reaction from said bot, Jazz decided that he didn't need any outrageous, colorful plans. Noooooo , that would ruin the simplicity of using the most basic means of getting a reaction out of any sentient species. The most basic of gestures, almost as old as time itself, understood without words and communicatible even if the receiver didn't speak the same language,

A kiss.

But what Jazz had failed to realize, was that he didn't know how to get someone as tight-afted as Prowl to kiss him. Everything he had ever known about seducing mechs meant nothing. The accumulated experience of past lovers: nada
Even though he knew they would not work, just for the hell of it ( and be able to say that he had tried) he put his seducing tactics to work.

First, he had tried to invite Prowl to have some energon with him. Innocent enough, right?
Prowl had responded with, "No thanks Jazz, I have more reports then I can count to fill out for Prime."
He had replied back just as innocently.
Then, Jazz would "accidentally" trip, conveniently when Prowl was close to him, always either landing in his arms or once onto his chest (when Prowl had been especially distracted).
That had only resulted in Prowl politely up-righting him, nodding once in goodbye, then wondering off to where ever he had been headed to originally. Although Jazz had noticed Prowl had been avoiding standing directly in front of him as of late, probably having learned from what had happened. Jazz tried every other tactic he had on Prowl, and it seemed to have only succeeded in annoyed him.

Now, Jazz was desperate and open for any kinds of suggestion or information that might help him. He couldn't go to the other bots on base because he didn't want them knowing particularly about his little game. So one day, while browsing a website on the humans "World Wide Web" called You tube, he had typed in "How to Get Someone to Kiss You." (With a bit of shame but hey, couldn't hurt, right?) . There had been a video that he had been immediately pulled into, for it had gave him step-by-step instructions on how to get ones object of desires to kiss you. He buried the steps deep into his processor, memorized them, and determinably started marching towards Prowls office.

'Two knocks on his door, easy enough. You can do this..' Jazz crossed and uncrossed his arms, waiting for a reply.

"Come in." Was the short and simple reply.

Jazz peeked his head in, before fully entering.

"Please, have a seat Jazz. I was going to comm you anyways. I wanted to talk to you about some tactics. Here, have a seat next to me so you can look at the map also."
Jazz shuffled to the offered seat, sitting down to where he was purposely facing Prowl. Jazz remembered back to what the video had said he would need:
'Time alone with the person'
'Romantic atmosphere'
'Sexually-charged banter'

'Ok, at least I have the time alone part down, Now for romantic atmosphere..' Jazz reassured himself.

As Prowl had started to talk, unaware his attention was not focused on him, Jazz had slowly dimmed the lights at a snail pace. Now it was a little darker, romantic enough.

'Check.' Jazz smiled to himself, bringing himself from his thoughts only to find Prowls attention had been on him. He had asked a question.

"….Jazz? Were you paying any attention to me?" Prowl asked with a peeved tone.

"I always pay attention to you, prowlie. You're always so patient with me! Don't worry though, I'll come around eventually." Jazz drawled, optics half-lidded, a small smile on his features.

'Sexually-charged banter..check-a-mundo' Jazz smirked.

Prowl scoffed at the nickname Jazz liked to affectionately call him before turning back to the map which had lines drawn all over it's surface, obviously red showing the enemy force while blue represented the ally force.
"I think we should attack Megatron's forces from the West side of the terrain, and I have mentioned this to Optimus before in the last meeting…..."

Jazz had thought about the part of the video that had said "liquor" (high-grade in their case) was optional but had also warned not to over-due it as apparently, you wanted the desired person relaxed not shit-faced. Jazz was sure of his abilities and was sure that he didn't need high-grade to accomplish his goal. In the back of his processor, he dearly hoped he was right.