I decided to do the sequel since I got lots of favorites. It took me some time but here it is~
Enjoy!
Before that...
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Acknowledgment: Thanks to Patcher for editing my grammar mistakes and with Jazz's speeches.
Sequel
Prowl was headed towards Prime's office, holding a datapad in his hand, reading it as he walked. He knew he was walking straight the whole way, so he did not bother looking up. All the mechs who passed by him knew to let him pass. When he reached a cross junction, he did not notice the sliver mech leaning against the wall with his arms crossed waiting for him.
Jazz was pissed off when Prowl just walk past him as if he was not there. He grabbed Prowl's arm and pushed him against the wall. Prowl dropped his datapad as he hit the cold, hard wall and found a pair of bright blue optics looking at him. "Jazz!" He panicked.
Ever since the 'confession' half a vorn ago, Prowl had been trying all ways and means to avoid Jazz. Like picking duties during Jazz's free time, changing duties with mechs and drowning himself with missions. Jazz noticed what Prowl was trying to do. He was getting irritated that Prowl was avoiding him. So he 'faked' his schedule and cornered Prowl to demand a reason as to what was wrong.
Prowl was struggling beneath him, trying to get away but Jazz was not letting him go. "Why are ya avoidin' meh? Ah thought ya gave meh permission to court ya half a vorn ago?If ya keep avoidin' meh, how am Ah supposed ta court ya?" Jazz asked softly, his voice filled with hurt and sadness. He used his fingers and slowly, gently traced Prowl's faceplate. "Why..."
Prowl averted his gaze and looked at the floor.
"Why..? Please tell meh..." Jazz asked once again.
"I..." Prowl replied tentatively, "I do not know the answer myself. Getting flustered, having my spark flutter at the sight of you... It is unlike me." Jazz's optics widened when he heard every word Prowl said. He stood there for a few astro seconds in shock, speechless, not believing what he heard.
"Jazz, let me go..." Prowl struggled and pleaded as Jazz stilled. Jazz whispered into his audio receptors, "No... Ah'm so happy ya tell meh how ya felt." he pulled Prowl to himself and stroked his back. Prowl begun to relax as Jazz stroked him and slowly, he stopped struggling. He sighed and found himself totally relaxing into Jazz's touch.
"Ya know, Ah felt the same way ya do many vorns ago when Ah first saw ya before the war," Jazz whispered as he brushed his lips against one of Prowl's sensitive neck cables. Prowl jerked at the contact and asked, "The first time...?"
"Yes, the first time..."
X.X.X
"Slag! Where tha frag is tha data pad?" Jazz hissed under his breath. He was a new solider in the Autobot army, so higher-ranking mechs asking him to run redundant errands were no big deal. This time, he was supposed to find a particular data pad in the library. But even after searching for a few breems, he could not find it. It was then he first saw the black and white mech sitting by the window.
He was reading the data pad Jazz was looking for. He was sitting there so peacefully under the moonlight, smiling to himself at times while reading. Jazz felt his spark skip a beat when he smiled. Jazz could not bear to disturb the mech so he went back to report and went straight back to the library.
But this time, the black and white mech was recharging, with his head leaning against the window's frame and the data pad on his lap. His face was so peaceful. It was then Jazz felt his spark getting hot – he was sure it was glowing brighter than usual as well.
The sliver mech slowly approached the mech, careful not to wake him up. He sat beside him as he watched him recharge. In his mind, there were so many questions he wanted to ask the mech. Like what was his designation? What does he like? But when the sleeping mech stirred, Jazz jumped. He hid in one corner as he watched the mech wake up from his recharge.
He saw him slowly online his bright blue optics, stand up most elegantly and stretch himself. Jazz was mesmerized for the first time in his life. Totally captivated - totally captivated by the black and white mech.
X.X.X
"Until now, only fer ya, Prowler." Jazz whispered to him seductively. Prowl's optics flickered a few times. He was not believing what he was hearing. "Prowler?" Jazz asked when he did not get a reply.
I've just heard another confession from him... what am I supposed to say...? I...
His processor searched for an logical answer but got none.
Jazz felt Prowl's spark grow hot. He knew he was pushing him a little too hard. He squeezed him lightly and let him go. Prowl looked at Jazz in shock as Jazz took the data pad on the ground and handed it to him.
"Yer meetin' with Optimus was a breem ago. Ah'll see ya later." Jazz said as he walked off.
That was strange... I thought he would-! Frag, what was I waiting for?
-line break-
"Prowl...Prowl!" Prime's voice rang through his audio receptors.
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you hear what I've said?"
"No, sir," Prowl replied truthfully.
Optimus put down his data pad and looked at his old friend with concern. "Are you alright, Prowl?"
Prowl shifted uncomfortably, he hesitated before saying, "Did you know about Jazz's affections for me..?"
Optimus optics widened in surprise. He nodded and said, "He was always open about it; everyone here knew except you." He looked at Prowl hoping to see some reaction from his friend but Prowl just stood there, rooted. "Are you thinking about accepting his courtship?" Optimus asked in a careful tone. He was afraid Prowl might offline if he gave away too much information at once.
"I do not know..." Was Prowl's reluctant answer.
"You know, all you need to do is reject his courtship and you won't feel whatever you're feeling now."
Prowl's optics widened and he immediately protested, "No!" When Prowl realized how desperate he sounded, his face plates grew hot with embarrassment. "I apologize."
Optimus chuckled and raised his hand to stop Prowl from continuing. "Am I right in assuming that you enjoyed his courtship?"
Prowl stood still for a few astro seconds before nodding quietly.
"So, just relax and enjoy his courtship. I remember that Jazz is off duty right now." Optimus said as he took the data pad from Prowl's hands.
"Thank you, sir." Prowl bowed and sped towards the rec room where he knew Jazz would be.
When he reached the rec room, he saw Jazz alone in it, the tables filled with empty cubes that no doubt used to hold high grade energon. Jazz had already finished one cube and was grabbing another when Prowl stopped him. He shoved the cube out of his reach and Jazz stared at Prowl with icy cold optics.
"Oh, Prowler? Want ta join meh?" Jazz asked and shoved a cube of high grade energon into his hands.
Prowl just stood there with the cube in his hands. Jazz glanced at him and begun drinking. "Jazz, we need to talk." Prowl said suddenly. Jazz put the cube down on the table and looked at him.
"Iacceptyourcourtship." Prowl said it so fast and sudden just like Blur. But Jazz still caught what Prowl said. His eyes widened in shock. Prowl blushed when Jazz stared at him. He countered, "Don't you know it's rude to stare?" and he turned to look elsewhere.
A smirk formed on Jazz's face plates. He stood up and used his hand to cup Prowl's face, making him turn to look at him. For a moment, the both of them just stared at each other in silence, admiring each other. Then, slowly, Jazz moved closer to Prowl. Just when their lips was about to touch, Sideswipe came crashing in - literally.
"I told you not to push, slagger!" Sideswipe cursed. Prowl and Jazz turned to look at the entrance of the rec room. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Ironhide and Bluestreak were at the door. Prowl blushed and hurriedly detached himself from Jazz.
"Ya guys just hafta spoil it." Jazz grumbled and folded his arms.
Sideswipe grinned and said, "Continue, just pretend that we are not here."
"If ya say so." Jazz smirked and turned towards Prowl. He reached out for Prowl who suddenly inched away, causing Jazz to trip and he fell flat on his face. "What was that fer?" Jazz scowled, harmlessly.
"I remember that I've got work to do. I am going now." Prowl said almost nervously and escaped from the rec room.
Jazz slowly got up, rubbed his face and turned to face the intruders, giving them a face saying, 'It's all your fault'. They pretended not to catch Jazz's message and separated to different parts of the rec room, whistling, doing their own things.
Just then, Prowl stuck his head into the rec room. He said, "Jazz, I... I will see you later!" and just as fast, he went off not giving Jazz a chance to say anything. Jazz stared at the door, his mouth wide open.
"Congrats, buddy!" Sideswipe said cheerfully as he patted Jazz's shoulders.
Oh yeah!
A/N: I just had to make Optimus the matchmaker~ I love it when he do that. =p
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Ria.