Title: Musical Misconceptions
Chapter: 2
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Adult Themes (I'm serious no likey no looky)
Characters/Pairings: ProwlxJazz
Setting: G1/AU
Summary: Few knew the true reason for Jazz's love of listening to music at high to audio shattering volumes. Jazz had always loved to listen to his music loud, enjoying the feel of the music vibrating through him resonating and reflecting within his chassis shaking his very spark in its chamber. His recent reason for listening to music at near audio shattering volumes though had nothing to do with this
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine besides the fun I had writing this and discussing my ideas with chia16 (Chiatea16). Transformers and the songs I used ( none for this chapter ) belong to their rightful owners and subsidiary companies. I have only come to play in their sandbox.
Author Notes:
Yay my first fan fiction chapter 2! I am insecure so I must apologize for if I messed up any personalities, facts, accents (I'm sorry Jazz I still don't think I did you justice), or anything. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. I hope you enjoy my dawdling in this fun series. Please comment I would appreciate knowing what I did wrong and right.
Thanks to taralynden my Beta reader for this chapter
Note on Time Terms: I will just be equating breems to represent minutes, orns = hours, cycles = days, megacycles = weeks, and vorns = years all of which will be nonspecific as time frame really don't matter much in this story (example - an orn could be one hour could be five whatever you dear reader would like and think makes sense I have only provided these to show the lengths of time relative to one another)
The Next Morning (The Present)
Jazz came out of recharge slowly allowing his audio systems to online first, no sound registered aside from the hum of his own systems, it was quiet. There was no sound of another's systems running; no quiet hum of primary cooling fans within vents releasing warmed air that had been cycled through to cool warmer systems, no sound of energon, coolant, and oil being pumped within the chassis of his partner, and finally there were no soft murmurs of love and adoration to meet his audios this morning.
As Jazz booted up his optics and visor, he allowed his pedes to push down and forwards as he stretched his servos up and forwards stretching his joints (much like the Earth creature called a cat when it woke after napping on its side in the warm afternoon sun.) Despite feeling lonely at waking without Prowl beside him, Jazz had to admit he felt good, real good. Last night had to have been one of the best overloads of his life. Shuttering his optics once more Jazz allowed his processor to wander over the memory files of the previous night.
The Previous Evening (Memory file playback)
The evening had started with Jazz being released from med bay by an irate CMO. Jazz could hardly blame the medic, he had returned from his mission with quite a bit of damage, to which Ratchet had to tend. Since none of the damage was spark threatening, only time-consuming and tedious, Ratchet had plenty of time to lecture him on the sheer amount of work a CMO had to do without idiot bots constantly trying to blow themselves up or trying to disassemble one another.
As he was released from the med bay Jazz received a brisk warning from the medic
"Don't even think about doing anything besides recharging and refueling until after I have checked your systems repair progress tomorrow morning. If I find so much as a worn tire tread, so help me Primus, I will beat those dents right back into that thick helm of yours. Also, should you even consider fritzing a microcircuit of Prowl's processor; I will personally weld your aft to the airlock in the brig. That slagger has been on everyone's case for the last few cycles and I do not want to have the pleasure of defragging and rebooting his processor just because you say or do something stupid."
After receiving his lecture and warning Jazz was happy to return to the quiet of his quarters. As he entered, Jazz took a moment to consider the berth in the corner. The cot had been brought in for him when the current living arrangement had been decided but now Jazz spent most nights curled up beside Prowl in his berth. As such Jazz's cot had begun to accumulate a mass of objects consisting of CD and DVD cases, holo-vid chips, and the broken speaker from his sound system. The few mechs that actually come to visit either of the officers in their quarters just assumed that Jazz frequently tore apart his media collection looking for something. Briefly Jazz wondered if he should clear the cot of the items in case the SIC was in no mood to share his berth tonight. It was obvious the tactician had had a particularly rough time while he was away and the impromptu report the TIC had just delivered to Prime (before seeing Ratchet) would have probably grated on the tactician's last nerves had the SIC been there at the time.
Deciding to take a chance, Jazz settled onto Prowl's berth and began to activate the protocols for a light recharge before the tactician returned from his shift. Jazz hoped that Prowl would be in a decent mood so that he could give his lover the proper greeting he had planned; one that was sure to ease the tactician's frazzled circuits.
Jazz slipped slowly out of recharge to the sensation of the side of his helm and audio horn being rubbed. As he refreshed his systems he noticed that Prowl was sitting next to him on the berth. Jazz lazily looped his arms around the tactician's waist as he pulled his helm up onto the SIC's lap.
"Slag ya come in too quiet. Ah didn't even get ta strike a sexy pose for ya," Jazz murmured as the rubbing on his horn threatened to ease him back into recharge.
"What, that wasn't supposed to be a sexy pose?" Prowl whispered "I personally find you sprawled across my berth to be quite sexy."
Jazz mentally thanked Primus that the tactician seemed to be in a good mood before responding, "if ya find that sexy ah think we better work on yer definition of the word cause me layin' like one o' them frogs the humans dissect; on mah back wit mah legs spread, arms half above mah head, and mouth open ain't really mah idea of sexy"
"Well you have never seen how inviting that position looks from my perspective. It looks like your just asking me to settle myself between your thighs and ravage the mouth that has been left conveniently open for my attack."
Jazz couldn't stop the snicker that came through his vocalizer, "Ya sound like such a perv Prowler."
"Well look who I have for a berth-mate, Mr. first thing he wants to do after coming back from a long mission is play turn on the tactician," Prowl retorted with huff of his vents
"Is it working?"
"Yes"
"Good ah like that game. It usually ends up leading into the 'ah can overload you before you overload me' competition." Jazz replied as Prowl's usually stoic facade was replaced briefly by a mirthful grin and the rich sound of the tactician's laughter.
"Though I would love to indulge your love of games right at this moment, we should try to get business out of the way first." Prowl stated in a cool voice that hid any indication of how turned on he was. "How did your mission go? I saw in Ratchet's report that you had quite a few injuries upon your return."
"The mission went well. Surveillance of the Decepticon's activities over the past two megacycles showed that there was nothing unusual going on, just the usual plans to steal large quantities of energy to convert to energon." Jazz's 'this is a serious report' face broke into a wide grin as he continued, "ya would think that by now the Decepticreeps would realize that these plans to steal huge amounts of energy all at once are what makes em so easy to stop. Ah mean, come on! Siphon off a little bit of energy from a few sources and ya could soon produce a large quantity of energon cubes without anyone getting suspicious."
"Not thinking up plots to help the Decepticons now are you?" Prowl purred as he raised an optic ridge.
"Nah, ah just had a lot of free time to consider what they always do that makes em so easy to stop."
"Instead of thinking of ways to be a better Decepticon commander I suggest you consider constructing more ways of discovering the twins' plots before they get out of hand."
"They gave ya a lot a trouble while ah was gone?"
"Yes and I have reason to believe that they may have found some of the bugs you planted around the Ark. As such I believe that they have found a new location in which to construct their plans without being caught. I will need you to find their new hide-out and remedy the lack of surveillance there for me."
"Will do Prowler; now let's get back ta our game," Jazz said in a sultry voice as he sat up and leaned in towards the tactician.
"Not quite yet," Prowl stated dismissively putting his hand in front of Jazz's face to stop him from advancing any closer. "You still haven't explained your injuries."
"Um about that," Jazz sheepishly looked away as he continued "Ah kind of got spotted on mah way out, after ah blew up their main computer."
"And why would you blow up their computer if this was just a reconnaissance mission?"
"Well they were planning ta launch one of their plans later today so ah figured that if ah blew up the computer that would push back their time line by about three cycles."
"And why would having these three cycles be of any tactical advantage besides providing more time to plan how we will respond?" Prowl inquired. After a brief span observing Jazz's lips move inaudibly, Prowl heaved his vents before continuing. "You are going to have to speak clearly I do not have a translation protocol for mumbling."
"Ah said that ah didn't want ta spend mah first night back on base stuck with the others in a war meeting," Jazz stated while enunciating each syllable.
Prowl paused before replying, "So what you are saying is that you blew up the Decepticon's main computer because you wanted to come back to base and be able to have some personal time before being stuck in war meetings?"
"Yes and no, I wanted personal time with you before being stuck in war meetings."
"That's a sweet sentiment but you do realize you may have just invalidated your whole mission? I know Prime trusts your judgment on special ops missions completely and won't question why you choose to deviate from the original plan but you must consider the risks of your actions. Because you chose to expose your presence on their base the Decepticons may change their timeline or come up with a new one now."
"The 'Cons could, but you an ah both know they won't. They'll probably think that mah mission in their base was to blow up the computer."
"Yes I know but you should be more careful and try to separate personal and business matters more clearly for future missions. Don't make Prime or myself think that our trust in you is misplaced."
"Yes sir," Jazz said sulkily lowering his helm to stare at the ground feeling like a scolded sparkling.
After a few breems of allowing Jazz time to quietly contemplate their conversation Prowl decided to end the brooding atmosphere that had settled in the room, "Ok, now that business has concluded we may continue with our games."
Jazz perked up slightly at the reprieve that he had just been granted. It wasn't until Prowl started to gently stroke his forearm that Jazz completely settled back into his previous mindset.
As he got ready to pounce on Prowl, the tactician's hand was waved in front of his face once more.
"After we refuel." Prowl stated as he unsubspaced two cubes of energon.
Prowl moved to offer one cube to Jazz, Jazz shook his head.
"Feed me," the saboteur chimed.
"Why?" Prowl inquired as he raised an optic ridge, "you are perfectly capable of feeding yourself. The damage report from Ratchet didn't indicate that any of your injuries would interfere with refueling."
"Its part of a new game," Jazz replied cheekily.
Prowl stared at the saboteur a moment before he shrugged and moved to bring the cube to his partner's lip components.
"Not that way," the saboteur said as he laid down, "the other way, like what we saw in that movie a while back."
Prowl stared at the stubborn TIC before shuttering his optics and shaking his helm, he couldn't help smirking at this new game. Prowl took a few sips of his own cube before taking a small sip from Jazz's cube. Holding the liquid in his mouth he brought his lip components to Jazz's. Here Prowl paused as though he were unsure of what to do next. The movie they had watched had featured one character force feeding another by using their tongue to tease the other's mouth open and then pushing food that was hidden in their mouth into the other's mouth. Jazz quickly realized Prowl could not tease his own lip components open with his glossa without dispelling the energon from within his mouth all at once; which would have defeated the purpose of this particular exercise.
As Prowl considered this dilemma, Jazz brought his own lip components to Prowl's to tease them with his glossa. At this action Prowl understood how this would work and opened his lip components just enough to allow a small amount of energon to slip out. As the energon dribbled from his partners mouth Jazz lapped at it like a hungry organic. Once most of the energon was out of his mouth Prowl moved to capture Jazz's teasing glossa in a deep passionate kiss.
"See, ah knew it would taste better like that." Jazz purred as he licked Prowl's bottom lip component once more as though asking for the feeding to continue.
"You don't expect me to do that with the whole cube do you?"
"Na, only about half, ah have other plans for the rest," Jazz replied.
In between sips from his own cube Prowl continued to feed Jazz in this manner until the saboteur stopped him just as he was about to finish his cube.
"No, no," Jazz purred taking the energon cubes from Prowl's servos placing his own to the side, "time to return the favor."
With that Jazz lightly pushed Prowl so that he was now lying on his back with Jazz sitting beside him.
"You don't really expect me to lick you like that do you?" Prowl queried hesitantly.
"Of course not, you'll do it so much sexier."
Before Prowl could protest further Jazz took the remaining energon from the tactician's cube into his mouth and lowered his face to his lover's. Jazz stared down at Prowl as Prowl stared back at Jazz waiting to see who would give in to the others wishes first. After a few awkward breems Jazz was just about to draw his face away, when Prowl hesitantly brought his face up to Jazz's. Shyly Prowl's glossa extended from between his lip components, lightly brushing along Jazz's lower lip. Jazz focused all of his self control to stop himself from just opening his mouth to devour Prowl's immediately. With his mouth still fully closed Jazz waited as Prowl's glossa swiped quickly over his lips once more.
When Prowl realized that Jazz wasn't going to let this end quickly he changed his licks from shy quick flicks to slow lingering oscillations. As Prowl slowly trailed his glossa over Jazz's lip components Jazz rewarded his tactician with few drops of the sweet energon that was trapped in his mouth. Prowl eagerly lapped and sucked at Jazz's lip components demanding more. Jazz waited until Prowls ministrations had calmed before he slowly released more of the energon from within his mouth
After a few breems of this slow sensual feeding, Jazz decided that it was finally time to bring this part of the game to an end and begin the next round. With that in mind Jazz brought his face closer to the tactician and nuzzled his cheek. Prowl understood what his mate was trying to convey and licked Jazz's lip components once more before covering them with his own and pushing his glossa into the saboteur's mouth.
As Prowl's warm glossa invaded his mouth Jazz shifted his body so that he was now straddling the SIC. Keeping his lips locked with Prowl's, Jazz reached for his own energon cube and brought it over his lover's warm neck cables.
Jazz broke the kiss as Prowl gasped at the sensation of the now cold energon on his heated neck.
"Jazz, watch what you are doing," Prowl stated slightly annoyed. "Now we have to go to the wash racks to clean this off before it dries and gets sticky."
Jazz grinned down at his lover's slightly aggravated look. "Don't worry. I'll clean it up right away."
With that Jazz brought his face down to nuzzle Prowl's neck cables before he started to lick the energon from them, eliciting small moans from his lover's lips. He watched as the tactician finally began to relax under his careful ministrations. When the cables were almost clean Jazz tipped his cube over the tactician's abdominal plating.
"Jazz," Prowl yelped as the cold energon flowed over his rapidly heating plating, "What you just did is the antithesis of erotic!"
"Oh my, I am so clumsy," Jazz replied haughtily as he poured the remainder of the cube over his commanding officer. "I guess I'll just have to clean this all up too."
As Jazz began to lick the energon from Prowl's armor, Jazz heard him began to whimper and moan at the sensation of the glossa that passed over and between the warm plating. As the cries became louder, Jazz opened the speakers on his hips and selected a song he believed would get a good reaction out of his lovely tactician.
The Present
Jazz chuckled as he continued to play back his memory files of the night before, he was always amazed at the effect his ministrations had on his lover. A few strategically placed touches, of just the right pressure, and he could have Prowl trembling in ecstasy within breems, with the same precise care Jazz could build or draw out the pleasure for orns if he felt so inclined. Jazz had learned many tricks for pleasuring his lover over the course of their millions of vorns long love affair. Prowl of course had picked up a few tricks of his own but Jazz loved to be the one to discover new and exciting ways to stimulate the tactician. Last night Jazz had used one of his favorite stimulations to rev the SIC engines, music.
Now, while it was common knowledge among the Autobots and even some of the Decepticons that the Autobot saboteur loved music few knew the true reason for Jazz's love of listening to music at high to audio shattering volumes. He had always loved to listen to his music loud, enjoying the feel of the music vibrating through him resonating and reflecting within his chassis, shaking his very spark in its chamber. His recent reason for listening to music at near audio shattering volumes though had nothing to do with this, and everything to do with Prowl.
Prowl, despite what others thought, had a deep appreciation for music. Back on Cybertron Prowl would frequently visit Jazz's quarters to discuss strategies, play different games (frequently strategy or games of chance) and listen to the music that Jazz always had playing softly in the background. At the time Jazz had noticed that the music seemed to relax the tactician making it easier for the saboteur to woo him. Unfortunately once the Ark had crash landed on Earth and Jazz's perfectly soundproofed quarters were buried in the face of the mountainside Prowl had deemed that the physical aspects of their relationship should be put on hold for fear of the crew discovering the longstanding trysts that had taken place between the two commanding officers.
Jazz tried to rationalize that Prowl's office was still available (and perfectly soundproofed to prevent important strategic information from being leaked to undesired audios) but Prowl insisted that it would be highly suspicious for the two of them to suddenly spend so much time outside of their shifts holed up in his office especially when they were now living together. Jazz had relented to Prowl's reasoning and did not push the issue.
This did not mean however that Jazz gave up; he just became more selective about when and how he would convince the tactician that it was okay to allow himself a few indulgences. All the while Jazz tried to come up with a scheme that would allow him to ravish his lover in their shared quarters without fear that someone passing on one of Red Alerts enforced thorough patrols would overhear them.
After megacycles of twisting his processor over different ways to subdue Prowls inhibitions Jazz finally designed a method he hoped would prove effective. He waited until the perfect scenario played out to put his plan into action.
When Prowl was under the right amount of stress and was tired enough for him to finally admit that he should take some time from his work to refresh his processors and recharge, Jazz decided to launch his plan into action.
As Prowl sat on his berth intending to read before recharge, Jazz came to lay beside him as he usually did when listening to his music. As the music started Jazz began to touch Prowl, as the SIC's plating heated up Jazz increased the volume of his music. When Prowl began to protest Jazz raised the volume again until the volume drowned out the sound of the tactician's voice. As the volume increased so did the intensity of his touches.
Soon Jazz realized that all of Prowl's resistance had stopped. As he looked to the tactician he noticed the small tremors that lanced through the SIC's frame at his touches. The Datsun's doorwings twitched with each boom of the base increasing the tremors.
Fearing that the booming of the base were damaging the sensitive panels Jazz stopped the music and slowly drew his servos from the others frame. Suddenly the tactician grabbed him, pulling him over his frame. With his audio next to Prowl's lip components he could hear the heaving of the tactician's vents as he spoke "Don't…don't …stop…Please…don't stop"
That night Jazz had discovered that Prowl reacted strongly to different types of music while being touched. Some music relaxed the tactician making him react more sensually to Jazz's touch. Other types of allowed the tactician a certain release that Jazz had never seen any other time they were together. This type of music allowed the proud SIC to wantonly cry out his pleasure under the protective volume of the music, these nights were always the most passionate as the tactician felt free to express his burning desires at the suggestive tones or lyrics of the songs Jazz would play. Last night had been one of these nights of burning passion, when all that mattered in either mech's processor was the other and the pleasure they shared, at least until Jazz had managed to frag it all to the Pit
"Perfect timing." Jazz grumbled to himself as he called memory files of the previous night back to the forefront of his processor "Just in time to see mahself kill the mood."
Jazz looked to his recording of the thoughts and emotions of that moment to try and figure out what had prompted him to react so selfishly.
Memory File Playback
As Prowl rubbed his back struts Jazz's thoughts raced through his pleasure intoxicated processor: Jazz loved the feeling of the hand that was rubbing his back panels. If the pressure was just a little lighter it would be a teasing tickle of sensation but if the pressure was a little heavier it would not be long before he reached overload again. Jazz couldn't help but want that heaviness; he wanted Prowl to stroke harder against him, to grind their hips together with a maddening rhythm. He wanted Prowl to send him into overload so that he could flare his energy field and drag the tactician along with him into that sweet daze. He wanted to connect with Prowl to feel himself in Prowl and Prowl within himself, to feel them become one being.
End Playback (The Present)
Jazz snapped up on the berth as he onlined his optics. "What in the pit was I thinking?" Jazz slammed his helm into his palm and shook his helm as he replayed that segment of the file a few more times. "No…That's not…but ah'm a saboteur, we ain't supposed to connect."
Jazz slid to the edge of the berth placing his pedes on the ground. "It's too dangerous, sure other mechs can interface and bond with no worries but not Special Ops mechs, it's too dangerous."
"Why?" asked a voice from the back of his processor.
"We need to protect the information we hold at all costs, to connect means to open yer systems to attack."
"But Prowl wouldn't-"
"Ah know!" Jazz yelled cutting the voice off, "Ah know, Prowl would never do anything that would hurt meh. But if he sees all of the things ah have done, what would he think? What if he neva wants ta even talk ta meh again or doesn't even want ta be friends?"
"What if he doesn't care? Can you really live with never knowing if you could have had more with someone who you truly care about? Can you live with never knowing to what extent he cares about you?"
"Ah don't know." Jazz whispered as he lowered his head.
"At least think on it a while." The voice said as it faded to a mere whisper.
Jazz lay back on the berth once more as his processor reeled through all of the conflicting information and emotion. As he was about to try to force a recharge cycle to initiate his comm came to life.
"Jazz, where in the slag are you, you little glitch?! Do you have any idea what time it is?" Ratchet roared, "I have better things to do than wait around med bay all cycle waiting for you to drag your sorry aft in here! If you're not here in the next 10 breems, I will hunt you down, and you had better pray to Primus that I don't find you!"
Jazz dragged himself once more from the berth, "Damn ah just can't catch a break." As Jazz looked to the door he noticed a small datapad with his name written across the screen. "Ah don't think ah wanna read it, maybe ah should ask Prime for a new room assignment til…no ah suppose this won't just blow over."
Jazz grabbed the datapad and turned on the screen, the datapad appeared to be blank. After playing with the settings and hacking into the pads programming Jazz was finally able to access the specially hidden content. All that was written in Prowl's flowing script of glyphs was "Don't even think about asking for a new room assignment! We will discuss what occurred last night like the fully formatted mechs that we are when I come back from my shift. Love you with my entire spark, Prowl."
"Slag! He knows me too well." Jazz grumbled as he headed out of his quarters to make his way to med bay and the waiting wrath of the Autobot medic.
Author Notes:
Sorry this took so long!!!
So yeah I have a request of my readers now that I have revealed music as a major turn on for Prowl I would like to request songs. I am looking for songs to use in their actual sex scene (when I finally get to it- this was supposed to be a PWP- we all see how that turned out). The lyrics (if it has lyrics) don't have to be about sex just specify that it's a song with a fitting beat or whatever you think makes it a good song for a sex scene. Please feel free to suggest songs that I may have never ever heard of (I'm always up to hearing something new). One thing I ask is to avoid the very cliché songs (like Marvin Gaye-let's get it on) unless you think it is really really fitting