First Kiss

Chapter 2

The low drone of conversation in the rec room was starting to give Bluestreak an unpleasant buzz in his processor, or maybe it was the high-grade he and Jazz had made a fair hole in. He wasn't sure but then, truth be told, he wasn't sure of much at that moment, except that he was too tired to move.

He was still getting the hang of Earth time after all, he thought to himself. To his way of thinking, the humans lived such brief lives, so it made sense that their time measurements were also much shorter, and that they were always in such a rush to do things, but it still made his C.P.U. stutter occasionally.

Sideswipe sat down heavily at his side and grinned at him before he looked a little closer. "How much did you drink?" he asked as he leaned over to snag up the canister.

"About half of that. Jazz helped with the rest."

The red twin barked a laugh. "Well that explains why Prowl was in such a hurry just now. He was probably on his way to confine Jazz to their quarters before he got bored and came looking for me."

Bluestreak giggled. "I think you might be…" the unmistakable sound of a Porsche engine revving up stopped him in mid-sentence, "…but then again, what do I know?"

"Not much," Sideswipe chuckled as he turned to watch the entertainment.

He wasn't disappointed, as a moment later, Jazz' new alt-mode sped into the room, threw itself into a tight spin, forcing several mechs to dive out of the way, and came to a dead stop facing the door.

Prowl rushed in a couple of seconds behind his partner, glaring at the saboteur and studiously ignoring everyone else. "I've got you now," he growled menacingly. "You've got no where else to go."

"You reckon?" Jazz shot back in a tone heavy with amusement, and Bluestreak knew that if Jazz had been in his robot mode, he would have been grinning from audio to audio.

"Yeah, I do," Prowl responded curtly.

"One word Prowl," Jazz warned him, "Duck."

Prowls face was a mask of confusion when Jazz charged him; he transformed at the last moment, used one of the chairs as a launch pad, and would have made it through the gap above the tactician's head too, if the chair had been made a little better.

"Got you!" Prowl cried triumphantly as he caught the saboteur mid-flight and rolled so that he came up on top. "And what the pit do birds have to do with anything?"

"Beats me," Jazz admitted, "but it's what the humans say when they want someone to get out of the way. Besides, I'm not done yet."

"Oh aren't you?" his mate mocked him.

Jazz shoved him hard enough to switch their positions. "Said I wasn't," he grinned. "Give it up Prowl. You know you can't take me in a fight."

"Only because you fight dirty," Prowl snarled, "If you played by the rules…"

"Where's the fun in that?" Jazz interrupted him.

Whatever Prowl had been about to say was lost in the passionate kiss Jazz pressed onto his lips. By the time he had finished, all traces of Prowl's usually serious attitude and composure were gone, and had replaced by a slightly goofy grin.

"What the frag…?" a new voice demanded. "Don't you have quarters for that? Primus, there are some things a mech does not need to see."

Both mechs looked up as if they had forgotten that they weren't alone, glancing around at the gathered 'bots. Prowl at least had the decency to look a little bit ashamed, but Jazz just grinned disarmingly. "Hey Ratch."

"Don't hey me," the C.M.O. scowled. "Prime ordered all of us to maintain a dignified and prudent disposition while we acclimatise ourselves to this planet, or did you miss that briefing Jazz?"

"I was there," the saboteur assured him, "I don't remember him using that many words though."

Ratchet glare narrowed and although he never would have admitted it, the saboteur was glad that the medic's hands were empty. "My point is…" he growled, "GET OFF THE SLAGGING FLOOR!"

Every mech in the room jumped, while the pair scrambled to their feet and made a hasty exit.

The C.M.O. stomped over the energon dispenser, fixed himself a ration and stormed out again, stopping only to growl at a couple of minibots who accidentally got in his way.

"Oh slag pits," Sideswipe cursed, "and there was me hoping for some fun this afternoon."

"I'm sure you can win him over," Bluestreak said optimistically.

The red twin shot him a look that clearly said "Do you even know Ratchet?" smirked as if an idea was occurring to him, stood up and walked out.

Once Bluestreak was alone he decided that the common room probably wasn't the best place for him to be, remembered why he rarely drank high-grade during the day, and headed for his quarters for a rest.

A few hours later, he was brought out of recharge by the sound of the door cycling open and he on-lined his optics to see a rather grumpy looking Sunstreaker walk in. "Remind me to beat the slag out of my brother next time I see him," he huffed. "I'm not sure what he and Ratchet have been up to for the last couple of hours, but I really don't need that slag when I'm out on patrol with Ironhide."

"Ratchet threw a hissy fit at Jazz and Prowl when he caught them making out in the rec room, and wasn't impressed. I guess Sides was trying to calm him down," Bluestreak informed him.

Sunstreaker smirked at the first few words, then looked puzzled, "Making what?"

"It's a human expression…" Bluestreak started to explain but his partner interrupted him.

"Then I don't want to know, I'm sick of humans already. Dirty little squishy things, can't even keep their own planet tidy…"

"It's not all bad Sunny," Bluestreak put in before Sunstreaker got into the flow of his rant.

The yellow twin glared at him, daring him to come up with one good thing about the planet that was becoming their home.

In answer Bluestreak stood up, gently pulled his lover's face down so that it was level with his own, and pressed a warm kiss onto his lover's lip components. Sunstreaker resisted him for all of a second before his engine revved and he returned the sign of affection with all that he had.

When the younger mech pulled back he had a slightly mischievous glint in his optics. "Good enough?" he asked playfully.

"For now," Sunstreaker relented, "and I think I've just figured out what Sides and Ratchet have been up to as well."

Bluestreak chuckled. "So long as they're being discreet," he mumbled.

"I'd have thought you'd known him for long enough now to know that there's nothing discreet about my brother. Why?"

"'Cause if Jazz or Prowl catches them, Ratch'll never live it down."

Sunstreaker smirked and Bluestreak couldn't help wishing that just for once he'd been able to keep his vocaliser silent.