Disclaimer: Don't own them and gain nothing from this.
Warnings: slash. This was the only way I could picture Soundwave being cuddly. . .
Cuddly
By the time Jazz could get away from everyone and meet with Soundwave he had decided to not question his lover's actions and enjoy the moment. The three months and a half of separation had been hard for the saboteur. He wondered how could he had lived years without his lover back in Cybertron and dreaded the day they would all return to their home planet because of that.
When he reached the cave, Soundwave was already there and his facemask rested on the floor. He figured the Con wanted to reacquaint with his interface cables as fast as possible, as he would often do after a long time of separation; but the blue mech looked at him as if expecting the Bot to either flee or attack him.
Jazz stood there fidgeting as Soundwave stared at him and watched as the Con finally moved, slowly, towards him. Jazz's optics shut off and he sighed softly as he felt his lover's hands caress his face. The touch was almost hesitant and the saboteur was beginning to get worried.
"Soundwave?"
The blue mech's fingers rested on Jazz's lips, silencing him, and Jazz took the opportunity to kiss them. Soundwave's soft, but still audible moan sent a wave of pleasure throughout the saboteur. The Porsche knew from the beginning that Soundwave was extremely careful with all his actions and these rare displays of lack of control never failed to excite the Bot. The knowledge that it was something he did that cracked the Con's control never failed to make him feel all giddy inside.
He reached forward, pressing his lips to his lover's lips and, even then, Jazz registered something different in Soundwave's kiss. It was slower, more careful; as if Jazz was made of glass and he might shatter if Soundwave made a wrong move. It was different, but not unwelcome, and Jazz succumbed to his desire as he felt Soundwave's arms around him, pulling him closer.
Their interfacing was as sweet as their kiss. There was no other description Jazz could use for it. It had been the way he had used to do it before Soundwave came into his life and his visits to the medic began. Jazz now knew that even after all this time he still liked it that way, but this wasn't his Con's way and it worried the saboteur. His worry dissipated as Soundwave began a new round of interfacing, this time more arduous yet still careful of Jazz's body.
Five interfaces later, Jazz had fallen into recharge after having exhausted almost all of his energy. Besides him, Soundwave watched him, tiredly. He had expected Jazz to yell at him, whine and demand an explanation for the sensor damper he had planted on the same knee he shot after their last meeting. The fact that Soundwave had done it while they had both lain on this same berth after similar circumstances made it feel like a betrayal. He and Jazz would not hesitate to kill each other on the battlefield, but this place was supposed to be safe for both of them. Despite his actions Jazz had still shut down in his presence. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
Soundwave moved an arm around the saboteur's frame. Jazz was supposed to come in ranting, claming that Soundwave didn't care what happened to him and storm after some more foolish dramatics. Soundwave was supposed to point out that the crash didn't kill him and the investigation was over and then wait for a few years, vorns or millennia for the Bot to seek him out again. That is why he had decided to savor the moment for as long as he could before the Autobot began his tirade. Apparently Jazz hadn't wanted to play the usual script and had stayed quiet, even when he could hear some of the questions on his lover's CPU. They were messing with his music, but Soundwave was feeling too content with this turn of events to bring that up now.
Jazz snuggled closer to the Con and Soundwave allowed himself to smile softly, his embrace tightening slightly, as he fell into recharge. He would need his energy back before he could go back to pleasure his Bot.