Author's Note: Yeah, this...um...this turned out way hotter than even I expected. And it's not even spark-smut (sput? smark?). O.O Blame Prowl! He went all sexy-like on me!
- Race You -
Prowl was amused. This was generally a common occurrence around Jazz, but this time it was a little different. Mostly because he didn't think he'd ever quite heard Jazz chatter quite so much. Prowl couldn't figure out if it was because the saboteur was nervous or just really really happy, but it was entertaining. Also entertaining was the looks they kept getting as they were driving, since Jazz refused to follow any more than a few inches behind Prowl. Actually, he'd gently nudge Prowl every once and awhile, as if to reassure himself that Prowl was still there.
"Jazz." Prowl finally interrupted the saboteur's babbling as they entered the last stretch of desert before the Ark.
"Yeah?" Jazz replied.
"You're tailgating me." Prowl pointed out.
"And?" Jazz asked. "Not like ya won't warn me if you're gonna stop, an' I have better reflexes than any human driver anyways."
"You should still follow the human laws when on their roads." Prowl said.
"We're not on their roads now." Jazz replied.
"We were."
"An' I can't help but notice that ya didn't comment on my tailgatin' until now."Jazz said. "Don't want Sideswipe to see ya lettin' me get away with breaking laws or somethin'?" There was a heavy silence, and Prowl didn't need anyone to tell him that Jazz's question had a lot more meaning behind it than there seemed to be at first.
"Not until he understands why you can get away with it and he can't." Prowl replied after a moment's thought, pulling off to the side and dropping back beside Jazz to give the saboteur a gentle nudge. It was a little difficult to do at their speeds, but not impossible, and Jazz nudged back equally carefully, saying a silent thanks for the reassurance. Satisfied that he'd made his point, Prowl picked up speed to pull ahead again, but Jazz sped up to match, refusing to let him pass. When Prowl obliging slowed down, thinking Jazz didn't want him to go ahead, Jazz kept going, even speeding up and swerving a bit, his entire manner taunting Prowl.
"Just because I'll let you tailgate does not mean I'll race you." Prowl said irritably.
"Awww, come on! It's a good few hundred miles until th'Ark, an' chances are Sides an'Smokey are at th'other end of their patrol right now." Jazz said playfully, weaving back and forth in front of Prowl, then dropping back to the tacticians side only to speed up again and start doing the same thing all over again.
"No." Prowl refused stubbornly.
"I'll even go easy on ya - I know y'don't have the same horsepower in that Earth model as I do." Jazz said.
"I have exactly the same 'horsepower' in this model as I did back on Cybertron." Prowl informed Jazz.
"As if. We all took hits to our speed when we adopted Earth alternate forms." Jazz said with a chuckle. "If you're not mech enough to admit it..."
"Haven't you learned by now that you can't bait me, Jazz?" Prowl asked curiously.
"I think we've established that I don't know when to give up." Jazz said with a snicker.
"Fortunately for us both." Prowl replied softly. There was a murmur of agreement from Jazz, and the Porsche dropped back beside Prowl. They drove in silence for a little while longer, until Prowl suddenly revved his engine and pulled ahead slightly. Jazz didn't match his speed right away, so he dropped back and tried again.
"Prowl?" Jazz asked, his confusion evident.
"I thought you wanted a race?" Prowl replied. The tactician wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, but perhaps it was due to the surprisingly good day he'd had, despite missing the chess tournament and falling down a cliff and landing on his door wings. Either way, he was glad he did, as Jazz let out a happy whoop as he accelerated, and Prowl took after him, determined to show Jazz just how little of his speed he'd lost.
Which was how the gaping Sideswipe and Smokescreen discovered that Prowl was actually faster than Jazz when he put his mind to it, as the Datsun flew past them so quickly that they barely recognized him, followed a few moments later by Jazz. The two vehicles skipped to a halt a good fifty meters away, Prowl transforming even before he stopped, and he turned to give the two patrolling mechs a piercing look.
"You never saw that." Prowl said finally.
"Saw what sir?" Sideswipe answered on reflex, and with a nod, Prowl transformed again and took off at a more law-abiding pace, Jazz close behind. When the two reached the Ark, by some mutual agreement, neither transformed, taking a lesser-used route through the Ark to the living quarters, where Prowl transformed long enough to key the door for his, Jazz zooming in right behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Jazz transformed and collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.
"Primus,did you see th'look on Sides' face?!" the saboteur managed to get out amongst his laughter.
"And saved it to my databanks for later transfer to Teletraan's main drive." Prowl replied with a light chuckle. "I don't think I've ever seen him quite that...stunned."
"I don't blame him, I had no idea you could go that fast." Jazz said, still snickering.
"Law-enforcers do have to be able to catch the law-breakers." Prowl pointed out.
"Well, yeah, but still." Jazz said, waving a hand vaguely through the air as the last of his laughter died. "You were almost matchin' my speed back on Cybertron, if ya account for th'environmental differences." Prowl shrugged.
"Just because I can, doesn't mean I do." the tactician replied, then bounced slightly on his feet, glancing around his quarters. "Besides, all that speed tends to get me a bit...jittery."
"Jittery?" Jazz said with amusement.
"My systems get used to running at that speed, and I find it difficult to calm down afterwards." Prowl said dismissively. "It's easier to just avoid the whole problem."
"You get high from racing." Jazz said after a moment.
"I didn't say that." Prowl said with irritation.
"No, but y'look it." Jazz said with a wide grin, leaning back on the floor and looking Prowl up and down. The tactician couldn't seem to stand still, his hands and door wings twitching, gaze moving restlessly about the room, and shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back again. It only got worse as Prowl apparently got self-conscious about having Jazz looking at him, until finally he let out a sound of frustration and stomped over to the chair in the room and flopped down heavily.
Jazz had been surprised the first time he'd seen inside Prowl's quarters - he'd expected a desk with as much work on it as the one in Prowl's office, but strangely the other mech seemed to have a strict policy of keeping his work out of his quarters. There was the recharge berth, a chair, a basic data terminal, and two shelves of data pads and some human books, plus a (relatively) small television, but no desk, and all the data pads contained novels or other recreational reading. Somewhere on the shelves, Prowl even had a collection of Cybertronian music. Still, he was distinctly lacking in places for visitors to sit, so Jazz remained on the floor, simply pushing himself around to watch with amusement as Prowl attempted to sit still in the chair. He wasn't doing so well.
"You're worse than Blurr when someone orders him t'hold still." Jazz commented after watching for a few amused moments.
"And whose fault is that?" Prowl asked irritably.
"You're th'one who agreed ta race me!" Jazz replied with a grin.
"You still made the challenge first." Prowl retorted, then held out his hand in front of himself and sighed as he watched it twitch involuntarily. "I think I may have to delay giving Prime my report until tomorrow."
"You're that jacked up after a simple race?" Jazz asked in surprise, and Prowl gave the saboteur a slightly irritated look.
"That and other things." he said, and Jazz grinned smugly before an idea occurred to him, and he pushed himself to his feet, heading towards Prowl. The tactician tensed as Jazz slipped behind the chair, leaning forward as if he was going to get up, and Jazz grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, mindful of the other mech's door wings. "What are you doing?" Prowl asked uneasily.
"Y'don't like havin' someone behind you, do ya?" Jazz asked with amusement.
"Get Ratchet to give you door wings. Then go into a crowded room. After that, you'll hate having people behind you, too." Prowl replied grumpily.
"Ah." Jazz said understandingly. "Well y'don't have t'worry about me. I ain't gonna hurt your door wings."
"I know that, it's just -" Prowl stopped short as Jazz slid his hands down from the tactician's shoulders to rest right above his door wings and began sending alternating sonic and magnetic pulses through his palms. "What -"
"This seemed to relax ya earlier, an' it seemed like you could use a little relaxation now." Jazz replied easily, and Prowl relaxed slightly under his touch.
"I suppose I could, at that." Prowl admitted, sounding amused. "How can you even do that? I wasn't aware your abilities were that fine-tuned."
"A little practice and any ability can be this 'fine-tuned'." Jazz replied, deciding not to go into the story of how and why he'd had to perfect his abilities to this degree, since Prowl was already relaxing under his touch, his systems slowing audibly. About the time Prowl's optics turned themselves off again, Jazz decided to experiment a little, and began moving his hands gently along the tactician's back. Prowl obligingly leaned forward a little so Jazz could reach some lower spots, and Jazz chuckled as Prowl's systems literally began purring.
Feeling a little more daring, Jazz moved one hand up to run it along the top of one door wing, and the reaction was unexpected and immediate. Prowl's optics snapped on as he gasped, his entire body stiffening. Jazz withdrew his hand instantly, wincing.
"Sorry, did I hurt ya?" he asked apologetically.
"No." Prowl said, his voice unexpectedly deep, and the look he gave Jazz over his shoulder could only be described as 'smoldering'. Jazz felt his systems rev at that look, and without thinking about it, brought his hand back to Prowl's door wing, strengthening the pulses slightly as he outlined the edges of the wing. Prowl's optic's flared white with a sudden surge of energy, and he moaned, the sound barely heard above the sudden revving of his own systems. Jazz grinned, then removed his other hand from Prowl's back to give the other door wing the same treatment, keeping his optics locked on Prowl's as his first hand simply rested in the middle of the door wing and sent out gentle pulses.
Prowl was almost quivering with tenseness now, his systems frantically cycled air and coolant in an attempt to keep the sudden surges of energy brought on by the pleasant sensations from sending him into overload. Jazz, smirking, continued to caress Prowl's door wings with both his hands and magnetic and sonic pulses, then carefully leaned in until his face was inches from Prowl's.
"Feel good?" he asked in a whisper, then tentatively kissed the other mech. Prowl responded readily, and Jazz found himself moaning as he discovered that Prowl was, in fact, a really really excellent kisser. The tactician had a way of making a kiss about ten time more sensual than should be legal, and it almost threatened to send Jazz into overload right then and there. Prowl apparently knew it, too, as when Jazz managed to pull away, the tactician took advantage of Jazz's dazed state to stand from the chair, grabbing Jazz's hands and guiding him around, pulling him close until they were chassis to chassis, and then kissed him again. Prowl's hands slipped around Jazz's waist, catching him as his processor failed to continue to tell his legs to support him, and the tactician chuckled deeply as he pulled away, beginning to nibble and kiss down Jazz's jaw and neck, then following armour seams along his shoulder before working his way back up.
"That answer your question?" Prowl asked huskily before kissing Jazz once again, and this time the saboteur managed to keep some coherency.
"Yeah, I think so." he said as his systems frantically cycled air.
"Good. I wouldn't want you to think your efforts to help me relax weren't successful, not when I could very, very...very...much get used to getting help...relaxing...in this manner." Prowl murmured, sprinkling light kisses across Jazz's face as he spoke, and the saboteur was momentarily distracted by the sensation before Prowl's words sunk in, and he gave the tactician a lop-sided grin.
"If this is the thanks I get, I'll always be happy to oblige." he said.
"Thanks? No, this is just to let you know how good a job you're doing. I haven't gotten to 'thanks' yet." Prowl replied almost absently, and Jazz would've blinked if he could've. Then one of Prowl's hands left his waist to run along a very sensitive armour seam, and he moaned.
Even afterwards, Jazz could never figure out how they got to the berth, only noticing that, suddenly, he was there and on his back, Prowl leaning over him and apparently trying to kiss and nibble as much of Jazz as he could. Jazz tolerated this for a few minutes, but he wanted Prowl's wonderful mouth up here, kissing his mouth, and so he activated the magnetic and sonic pulse emitters in one hand and ran it along what he could reach of one of Prowl's door wings. The tactician moaned, and was entirely amenable to Jazz pulling him up for a searing kiss, which both of them came away from with systems furiously cycling air, warnings flashing about imminent overloads.
"I think it's safe to say that your door wings' sensitivity has some perks." Jazz said after a short time, and Prowl murmured an agreement from where his head was resting against Jazz's shoulder.
"Almost makes me not want them gone, and maybe even wish that more mechs had them." Prowl said after another pause, and Jazz shivered suddenly as he realized Prowl's mouth was resting next to the base of one of his helm's horns. The movement of air from Prowl's speech sent some very...nice sensations through the overly sensitive horn, and when the tactician raised his head to give him a quizzical look, Jazz couldn't help but supply the reason.
"Some of us have other parts that are just as sensitive, if not as big." Jazz said, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, though that was entirely forgotten when Prowl arched an optic ridge and brought a hand up to caress one of Jazz's horns. Jazz suspected, judging from Prowl's satisfied look, that he looked something similar to how Prowl himself had looked not long ago when Jazz had first 'massaged' his door wings. He didn't particularly care, as Prowl's so-talented-it-must-be-illegal mouth followed the example of his hand, only on the other horn. Systems flashed warnings at him, but Jazz summoned the willpower to hold back the threatening overload, reaching up with one hand to bring Prowl down for a fierce kiss, while the other returned to the tactician's door wings.
Prowl's door wings were perhaps a little more sensitive, or perhaps he just had a little less control after the race, but he didn't hold back his overload, crying out as energy surged through him, and Jazz watched his face with fascination as all of Prowl's carefully built shields to hide his emotions from the outside world came crashing down. Nothing was left but pure and simple Prowl as the overload tumbled through his systems, and Jazz knew then that every single moment he'd spent chasing after Prowl had been totally and completely worth it. That thought stayed with him even as Prowl collapsed against him, either temporarily offline or still recovering from the overload, and Jazz hugged the tactician too him tightly.
"You," Prowl murmured after a moment, not even bothering to move, "Are deadly with those hands."
"So I've been told. Though I don't think anyone has ever meant it quite th'same way as you do." Jazz said with a smirk, aware of his own systems still revving furiously as vibrations from Prowl's voice sent surges of energy along his horn on that side.
"I should hope not." Prowl stated, raising his head and giving Jazz a heated look, then leaned in for a deep kiss. One of his hands began to wander, but apparently he had noticed that Jazz hadn't overloaded, as well, and he seemed to be seeking out every sensitive spot he could reach, until finally his hand came back to Jazz's helm, caressing the edges and making its way oh-so-slowly up to the horn. The Prowl's mouth left Jazz's, and then Prowl was saying something right next to Jazz's audio. Jazz had no idea what the tactician was saying, only that the voice he was saying it in was a perfect pitch and tone, and the hands on his horn was doing wonderful things, and...Jazz's overload hit him almost by surprise, he was so focused on the sensations and not the reactions they were causing. He clung to Prowl as the overload surged through him, and some part of his processor noticed that Prowl hadn't stopped talking, which just somehow made it just that much better, even though it was already better than any other overload he'd ever had. In fact, he was pretty sure it was the only overload he'd ever had that offlined him, even if only for a few moments, as his systems crashed for a bit from all the excess energy.
"You..." Jazz got no farther than that as whatever thought he'd had disappeared into the scrambled mess that was his processor currently.
"What about me?" Prowl asked with a teasing tone in his voice, then leaned down and kissed Jazz gently. The saboteur smiled into the kiss, letting him hands trail up to rest under Prowl's door wings, where he absently caressed the armour, occasionally daring to brush past the joints. Prowl twitched every time he did that, until he suddenly stiffened, door wings rising in such a way that Jazz couldn't reach them anymore, and the tactician pulled away, and closed expression on his face.
"Something wrong?" Jazz asked curiously.
"Ah - as nice as your massages are..." Prowl said with a grimace. "I did land on my door wings earlier." He gave Jazz an apologetic look, and the saboteur grinned reassuringly.
"Hey, no problem. I completely understand. Besides, Teletraan would have recorded our return, so Prime probably knows we're back by now." Jazz said. "I take it you've calmed down enough ta give him your report?" Prowl gave Jazz an unamused look at the light teasing, then smiled slightly.
"I think all my excess energy has been sufficiently used up." the tactician said, then pushed himself up and over, moving so that he ended up sitting on the side of the berth. He glanced down as Jazz stretched fully, then relaxed on the berth with his hands behind his head.
"Yer berth is surprisingly comfy." Jazz commented.
"Possibly because it's my berth." Prowl commented dryly, then leaned down and kissed Jazz briefly before adding in a low tone, "Actually, it even looks more comfortable to me, with you laying there." Jazz shuddered slightly at the tone of voice Prowl used, only to give the tactician a mild glare when he not only pulled away, but stood up. "You have a report to make as well, if you didn't remember."
"I'll write it while Ratchet takes a look at ya." Jazz said, getting off the berth and to his feet in one graceful movement. It was a pity Prowl's back was to him, the tactician might've appreciated the display. Prowl apparently needed to compose himself a bit before facing the rest of the Ark, though, so that when he turned back to Jazz and motioned for the saboteur to leave first, all those walls that had come down during his overload had returned, and he was Prowl, the Autobot's second-in-command again. Jazz wasn't disappointed, however - in fact, he looked forward to working past those walls again and again and again...
- END -