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Warning: The reason for the M rating. Slash

memories

'thoughts'

"talking"

Horny

One month, a week, two days, six-hours, thirty-six minutes and twenty seconds without his lover. Jazz stared at the monitor while his mind counted the seconds. Red Alert had convinced Prime that hearing music while on monitor duty was a distraction that could mean the destruction of the Ark. Jazz blamed the entire thing on Prime finding Blaster with all the monitors showing music video channels. Unfortunately, the new rule meant he had to turn off his internal radio and now Jazz had nothing else to do but countdown the time he's been away from his lover, in human time.

His mind turned to more enjoyable things and he was soon playing back the memories of their last encounter.

He kissed the sensitive sensors on the side of his neck, and was rewards with an almost inaudible sigh. Jazz could feel the other mech's hands moving from his chestplate to the sensors underneath it, blue energy field pulsing making the saboteur groan and move closer.

Primus, he missed Soundwave! Jazz shifted on his seat and tried to return to his countdown, but he failed terribly.

His fingers caressed the cassette player's buttons, his own energy field spiking, and he smiled at the low moan he received. Soundwave's body moved in a silent plea to repeat that again and Jazz gave in to his wishes. This time Soundwave kissed him, long, hard and thoroughly. Jazz could feel Soundwave's hand move to his face, slightly denting it as he grabbed it. He could feel his other hand moving under his chestplate stroking a sensitive cable near his spark. Jazz groaned in both pain and pleasure as Soundwave pinched the cable hard, almost snapping it, while his blue energy field spiked.

Jazz smiled at the memory. Before Soundwave, he had no idea he would enjoy it rough and almost painful. Ratchet had not been amused when he arrived dented, scratched and with a broken coolant line. Jazz couldn't remember what excuse he gave the medic, but he still doubted the medic had truly believed whatever he had said. Not that he had cared at that moment; he had still been on sensory overload and could've cared less if Ratchet, Prowl or Prime believed him or not as long as he got fixed.

Jazz watched as the twins entered the room and he checked his chronometer. He smiled as he verified his shift had ended and with a small wave to the two Lamborghinis he jumped out of his seat and hurried out the room while switching his internal radio on.

" . . . Make me feel again. Slide across my skin again. Let me uncover you. To discover you. And I'll open up. If you promise to give in. On this perfect night. Let the two of us be one. . . "

Jazz groaned, earning a weird glance from Ironhide in the hallway. Even his music was out to get him. He decided to go see if Soundwave could make it to their meeting place, when he saw Prime walking towards him.

'Please let it be nothin' important. I really don't want t' know.' – He thought as he saw his leader getting closer.

"Jazz! Just the Bot I wanted to see! I need you to go to Prowl and ask for details on the escort mission. If the Decepticons get their hands on the scientist we will be escorting and get him to make his invention everything will be over."

'Sometimes I hate ya, Prime.' – Was all the Porshe thought as he nodded to his leader and went looking for Prowl.