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It was late.
It was more than just 'late'. It was ridiculously early in the morning. An hour that saw most Mechs sprawled out across their berths deep in recharge. That's where he should have been and had been since the end of the last shift, sprawled out on his berth, staring at the ceiling and trying to do everything he could to make his systems cycle down for recharge.
The emptiness of the berth kept him awake. The lack of warmth curled against him kept him awake. The fact that he was in his own quarters… too far away from Jazz… and the comfort of those quarters kept him so awake he could have recited all of his new 'rules' for Base behaviour without accessing his memory files.
He didn't want to recite rules.
He wanted Jazz.
Needed Jazz.
Craved to hold the silvery Mech in his arms again… Doorwings twitched at that one and so did other circuits; reminding him very well of what had happened that day. His body tingled still in places where that foot had teased him relentlessly. Prowl had resorted to a very cold cleaning cycle in his cleanser to relieve a little of the ache in his systems, the poor Mech had literally taken a 'cold shower' to dim the hot jolts of desire that fluttered through his lower extremities and up into his chassis.
He found himself at Jazz's door without knowing quite how he had gotten there, his hand lifting and the door swished open, the code instantly accepted. The lights were off, the faintest of glows from the Chrono display in the 'kitchen' being the only source of light in those quarters, but it was enough for his keen vision. Stepping in, the doors slipped shut behind him, Prowl visibly relaxing, unable to remain even the slightest bit tense in the inviting surroundings.
Doorwings flapped happily, Prowl almost scowling at the reaction, he was not meant to have desires like this. He was not meant to be dependant on another especially not for 'recharge'. But his frame and systems refused him, the demanded the presence of the other Mech, and thus logically to be able to recharge he would need to be here… and here he was.
He didn't make sense, did he?
His logic circuits were arguing around in giant circles. Yet, they all seemed to come to the same conclusion, he should be here and here he would stay. Or stay until Jazz kicked his aft out.
Speaking of which…
Long strides had him at the door to the bedroom, Prowl freezing in the doorway, leaning against the edge of it as he gazed into the darkness beyond that was only lit by the dim radiance of the quarter mood that hovered outside the window. But that silvery moonlight seemed to make the sleek frame upon the berth almost shimmer, sterling silver armour flashing slightly as the equally restless frame of Jazz shifted on one side of the berth.
Jazz was curled up on the far side, the 'pillow' Prowl had been using the night before was clutched in those arms, face buried against it, limbs coiled about it, olfactory sensor buried against it. The Tactician stared, taking in the almost vulnerable form of the other Mech, his lips twitching slightly, considering for a long moment what to do… whether to step back and head for the couch, knowing that he might be able to recharge there if… Or go to that berth, return to the empty side that seemed to be waiting for him.
"…Prowler…"
The soft whisper of his name made him freeze. Blue optics widen slightly. He had been silent and it was clear Jazz was still…
"…Prowler… don't… go…"
The pillow was being clutched tighter, the Saboteur shivering slightly, a memory cycle playing within the other's processors. It was clear that it was distressing Jazz. What situation could he be thinking of?
A shudder rippled up through Jazz again, the Mech letting out a Spark-wrenching sound abruptly, air catching in his chassis, almost a sob. Instantly, Prowl was moving forwards, unable to listen to any more of those tiny little sounds of anguish that escaped the little Mech.
"…Please… don't… leave me…"
Leave him?
Prowl wouldn't leave Jazz.
Hadn't he followed after Jazz in the first place? He had always made sure his assignments would take him close to the beautiful Mech; he couldn't stay away for long. Jazz balanced him, saying just the right words Prowl needed be them on his own health or on strategies that could be improved with Jazz's input. What was he without Jazz defining him?
"I'm here."
Sitting down on the berth, he was shifting to lean over Jazz, a hand hesitating before it was slowly stroking down over one of those warm shoulders, rubbing across the smooth plating softly, his optics flickering as he felt the body shift and press firmly into his touch clearly desperate for it.
'…Prowler…'
The soft silent whisper in the back of his processors made him almost jump out of his armour, it clearly wasn't through his internal communications systems, or any other system he possessed. Where had it come from…? It made every sensor he had tingle, his Spark fluttering madly like a butterfly in a cage. He liked that voice.
"Yes, its me." He answered, unable to help the desires that pestered him.
Slowly he was leaning in, the temptations Jazz had offered him over the last orn left him aching for more. The taste of those lips still lingered against his own., the slow movement, that clever glossa teasing and dipping deeply into his mouth tasting. One mouth found another, melting against it, glossa teasing across those lips as he tugged the pillow free from those arms, which instantly latched onto his frame instead. Seductively his glossa teased against the inside of those lips, prying them open softly, dipping in… and it was his turn to taste, hot and leaving both of their frames clammering for air…
Prowl surfacing only after his systems began to protest, the slender Mech half curled in his lap was moaning softly, lips trying to follow Prowl's when he pulled away, clearly not liking that he had stopped for such a silly reason as vital air.
A hand cupped the slender jaw softly, lifting it upwards, a fingertip lightly caressing against the edge of that visor. Curiosity flared. He shouldn't… He knew he…
Tracing his fingertip along the edge of the cool tinted metal, until his fingertip touched the edge of that helm lightly, a little finger tickling across an antenna softly as he was searching out the hidden visor release… Suddenly the metal was sliding upwards, easily folding back into the edge of that helm, revealing…
Prowl's Spark stopped beating for a moment.
Blue optics flaring brightly as intense emotions flamed through him as he beheld the beautiful face of his Jazz. He had never seen anything so beautiful in all his long existence, his thumb caressed against the warm cheek, sliding upwards to trace the fine line of an optical ridge. Slowly, he leaned in closer, wanting to get a better look…Desiring…
When green optics flickered online dimly, gazing straight up into Prowl's face, widening slightly as he realised he was being held… That Prowl was here again… without explanation but always welcome… so very welcome… But it was the fact that they were optic to optic that made Jazz shiver. What would Prowl think when he looked into his optics like that? There was no hiding from anything right there… No hiding from that clever Mech.
"You are exquisite."
Jazz blinked.
Prowl blinked back at him.
"Prowler?"
"Mmh?"
"Ya… ya here…"
"Yes."
"Why?" Jazz held his breath or at least something that was at least close to the equivalent of it.
A glossa flickered over damp lips, the edges of his mouth turning upwards into the sweetest, though slightly smug look. "I decided to follow the most logical course of action to alleviate my difficulties recharge."
Jazz stared for a moment before a wide smile spread across those lips, his arms tightening sharply about the waist he had already caught in his grip. "You can't recharge without me."
"Your powers of deduction are processor-blowing."
"Prowler."
"Fine." He sighed softly, head dipping down to press another soft kiss against that mouth, lingering there only for a moment, clearly teasing his companion with the restraint he showed. "I can't recharge without you, I can't even cycle down in my quarters or my office…"
"Admit it, I'm addictive."
"Never." Prowl lifted his chin stubbornly, but he was wrapping his arms a little more tighter around the Saboteur, soon sliding down onto the berth, his mouth teasing across one of those antennae.
"I'll win."
"Not if I win first." Prowl commented back dryly.
Jazz paused in surprise, Prowl was… "If you win…?"
"You have a battle of strategies on your servos I promise you. Now that I know your game plan, I'm going to win this. And it won't be me surrendering in the end."
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