Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: R for mech /mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Tactile
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page ( gatekat-fics .livejournal .com/290 .html ) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter
At All Costs 05: Lessons of Pleasure
The last datapad was set aside complete, locked, and stored with the rest. Prowl stood, stretching his sensor panels and allowing them to settle with a quiver of anticipation. Programmed thoroughness had optics scanning his quarters one last time, even if there was nothing extra to be out of place.
It served as a distraction as he waited for his scheduled company to arrive, if no other productive purpose.
Right on schedule his door chime rang with a ping from Jazz.
"Enter." Prowl called, the door allowing his visitor in and sliding close to lock behind the small silver mech. "And welcome." He added, sounding like he meant it.
Jazz smiled warmly at him and sauntered closer, every move intending to show off his frame and make him look sensually desirable.
"Thank you," he purred, taking in the very different mech standing before him before stepping within touching distance and ghosting his hands up Prowl's polished chest plates. "I admit I was not expecting our appointment to still be listed."
"I am unaware of a reason that it would have been canceled." Prowl responded, optics following every tiny motion of the small silver mech and welcoming the touch he had been so wary of at their last meeting. "Especially since I have been looking forward to it for some time."
Jazz's field shivered in his eagerness and arousal. "Word is you're seeing Soundwave," he murmured, spreading his fingers to caress the polished metal. "I know your desires haven't exceeded his skill or willingness." He pressed close, rubbing his chassis against the larger one of his client.
"He apparently approves of my spending time with you, for which I am thankful." Prowl did not go any more in depth on his relationship with Soundwave at the moment, raising a hand to catch Jazz's chin and tilt the smaller mechs face up for a kiss.
It was a light thing, not entirely sure of itself but asking and wanting as their lips touched.
Jazz's field flared hard, pleasure and desire thrust directly into Prowl's core as the silver minibot all but melted into the light contact.
"I'm thankful too," Jazz whimpered when the kiss ended. "How may I please you?"
"I think you might still have a better idea than I do." Prowl managed, trembling in place and sensor panels flared wide, reaction to the desire directed once more at him.
Jazz murmured and nodded before kissing the seam of Prowl chest plates. "Your berth then?" he suggested, his voice thick with desire.
Mute, Prowl pulled him in the direction of the berth, pausing at the edge. Gentle hands suggested he lay down, on his back.
Memory of what those skilled hands could do when given full access to the sensor panels was the only reason Prowl hesitated before arranging himself obediently on the berth. He wanted Jazz to show him what it could feel like, to teach him how to feel.
It would defeat the purpose if he started to question the small mech this early in the game.
"You still desire to learn, not simply overload?" Jazz asked, his voice trembling with the mounting desire that was already heating his frame.
"Yes. And I wish to overcome my objection to that part of the learning process." Prowl knew he liked the feeling afterward, the relaxation and contentment that overload brought to his systems. He suspected that if he could learn to let go of his need to be in control that the experience would be even better.
"Experience will do that," Jazz hummed and slid his hands, fingers spread wide, across Prowl's chest from the edge of his waist to dip his fingers into the bright red vents taking up the upper third of his outer chest.
"So beautiful," Jazz nearly moaned, watching the Praxian under him with tightly controlled lust. "Lover, while I'm here ... or teacher?"
"You will not, can not, be both?" Question for question as Prowl ran searching fingers along Jazz's helm, stroking long, elegant sensor horns.
"I can, would love to," he shivered and leaned down for a kiss as his fingers began sliding between the slates on Prowl's chest vents, seeing out hot spots. "Want ta be your lover, Prowl."
Prowl moaned into the kiss, glossa seeking as the Praxian drew on what he remembered, everything that had felt good from last time. "Please."
Was it so wrong that he wanted to be wanted like this? Without obligation and fear of the future? To simply be in the moment, to exist?
Then questing fingers moved to his chevron, caressing, squeezing, striving to cause pleasure.
A soft moan of appreciation, savoring the touch before the Praxian tipped his head the side, exposing his neck. "Please?"
With a shiver of eagerness Jazz complied, his fingers stroking Prowl's throat while he lowered his head to kiss, then lick, his glossa teasing the strong cables.
Drawing much stronger indicators of pleasure, actual whimpers, from Prowl as hands started to wander over the small silver mech, starting at the shoulders and working downward, searching for seams and wires and anything that caused a reaction.
When Prowl's fingers found a hip seam Jazz quivered, nearly crying out around the cable in his mouth as his entire chassis move to press into the touch.
"Oh yeah, babe," the silver mech moaned. "That feels good."
Surprise and the briefest hint of amusement from Prowl at the endearment, but neither reaction was enough to stop him from digging deeper at the seam, free hand feeling along the other hip for a similar spot. When his fingers found it, Jazz's quivering went to a whole new level as the silver mech moaned, then keened against Prowl's neck. Silver fingers curled around throat cables, stroking their underside.
Driven by Jazz's rapidly building charge small zaps of electricity jumped from one chassis to the other.
Prowl twitched with every exchange, not in pain but reaction, struggling between wanting to kiss the mech keening against his neck and wanting that wonderful attention to continue. He was relieved of the choice when Jazz lifted his head to claimed Prowl's mouth in a heated, demanding kiss.
Silver hips rocked and thrust, pressing into the seeking fingers as they moved up and scraping their codpieces in long and firm thrusts. All the while Jazz's glossa stroked Prowl's and explored his mouth. He tilted his fingers and brought his thumb into play to give a stronger, more edged stroke to the neck cables that felt so good to the Praxian.
It was Prowl that cried out at the pressure on his neck, an unconscious warning of just how close the Praxian was, his actual desire for imminent explosion of energy blatantly clear.
Jazz moaned at the sound and broke the kiss, his mouth traveling down Prowl's jaw before reaching his throat. He gave a large energon cable a strong nip, than laved the sting away with his glossa.
A strangled cry, than "Please." Pleading, neck completely exposed. Prowl learned quickly, and so close- he deliberately dug his fingers into the smaller mechs hips.
Jazz's frame shivered, responding to the arousal of his lover. He thrust his field into Prowl deeply, rubbing their chassis together harder before giving Prowl's throat a harder nip, nearly a real bite, as he pinched other cables between his claws.
"Overload for me, babe," Jazz whispered before biting again. "Want ta overload with ya."
There was nothing coherent in the static laced cry of raw pleasure that escaped Prowl. Energy, willing release had finally reached the tipping point. Prowl pulled Jazz hard against him as the overload consumed him.
Jazz managed one last nip to Prowl's throat before the wild rush of energy released against him sent his own pleasure spiraling out of control. His cries and shudders as he channeled as much as he could manage back into his lover's frame were as genuine as the overload was intense. There was no thought as to how it could have been better; it had been exquisitely perfect as far as Jazz was concerned.
Prowl came to himself faster this time, though there was no actual rush about him as relaxed under Jazz, savoring the small ripples of energy still teasing across their frames in the aftermath as his systems purred.
He was learning to like this very much. And still he had to ask. "Good?"
"Very, very good," Jazz purred, his systems still running hot as he snuggled against the gradually cooling frame under his. "You're a quick learner."
Prowl hummed softly. He was quick learner. He was supposed to be. He was designed to be. Curious, and willing to take liberties with this mech he would never have with anyone else, Prowl rubbed his hands over Jazz in long rhythmic motions of even pressure along the silver mech's back plating.
A deep, resonant purr as Jazz's engine revved from the contact was the first response, then a soft moan of pleasure as Jazz stretched out and undulated shamelessly into the contact.
"Mmm," Jazz hummed as he nuzzled Prowl's throat, content to enjoy the touch and let Prowl explore and indulge his curiosity. It was a good thing, in Jazz's world, to have a mech he was to teach also be curious. It didn't happen nearly as often as he wished. "Wings," he reached up to stroke them lightly. "Throat," he nuzzled the cables there once more. "You're wonderfully intense."
Prowl shivered at the touch to his wings, and than to the touch on his neck even more. Intense..."I have always tried to avoid anything like that. It only ever complicated things."
"Not all complications are a bad thing," Jazz murmured, sliding his glossa the full length of a control cable. "Some of them make functioning worth the effort."
"Hmmm, when they involve you." Prowl responded, pausing as he processed his own words and his current state and the brilliant smile Jazz gave him. Relaxed was a state he was becoming very familiar with, but this inclination to tease and play with the silver mech was strange.
Jazz nuzzled Prowl's neck again, kissing along the stretch of cables. Only now, with the overload high wearing off, did his processor wander onto what he desired, and once again his programming promptly quashed errant line of thought. It didn't stop it fast enough to prevent Jazz from revving his engine at the fantasy.
The sharp noise caught Prowl's attention, and he lifted his head to look at the smaller mech, hands still stroking along Jazz's back. "What was that?"
"Just my engine," he smiled up and caught Prowl's mouth in a kiss. "Had a thought that got me revved up again."
Prowl growled softly into the kiss, holding Jazz tight against him when it broke. "Are you going to share this thought with me?"
With a full-frame shiver and a much harder rev of his engine, Jazz licked Prowl's lips playfully. "I've got a serious subby kink," he murmured into another kiss. "Not programmed; it's me." He hesitated fractionally. This wasn't a normal way for a date to go, not even a training one. But his client had asked, so he could speak his private desires. "I pictured you on top of me, pinning me down as you touch me. You spread my legs, demanding my valve cover open and drive your thick, hard spike into me, right up to the housing," his voice broke for a moment, the arousal caused by speaking his desires, the fantasy he'd played while self-servicing or while under other mechs, was nearly enough to drive him to overload. "I know you don't have the parts to. Just a fantasy."
Prowl hummed thoughtfully, not really revealing his opinion on the idea one way or the other. Whatever conclusion he reached he kept to himself as well, tilting Jazz's face so that he could claim another kiss that Jazz melted into. The silver frame shivered with arousal, both hands seeking Prowl's throat and neck to stroke the cables.
"Again?" Prowl asked softly, lips brushing Jazz's, amused. He ran his hand down's the silver mech's back, reveling in the way Jazz arched into the touch.
"As often as you're willing," Jazz trembled with need and sought another kiss, his fingers seeking a hot spot that would make his client-lover moan.
"I very much doubt 'willing' is going to be the limiting factor." Prowl answered, moaning as one of Jazz's hands slipped to run along his chest and shoulder. "Able, though..."
"Endurance is improved by experience," Jazz purred and repeated the touch, then shifted to kiss his way down Prowl's center seam.
"And experience only comes by doing." Prowl added. As Jazz moved down he could no longer reach his back, and Prowl's attention turned to the helm of the smaller mech. Slowly he ran his fingers along the sensor horns, light at first, taking in the moans and flares of Jazz's field in response.
"Almost as sensitive as your wings," Jazz panted after a moment.
"Ah, so this-" He reached with his other hand, running his thumbs on both sides of the mechs helm, "And his-" He kissed one before dragging his glossa up it. "Must feel good."
"Very," Jazz's entire frame jerked as a low, needy keen was wrenched from his vocalizer. "Won't last if you keep that up."
"Then don't." Prowl lifted the smaller mech, bringing Jazz closer and making his own fun easier as he continued to lick and stroke at the sensors. "Let go. Let me watch?"
"Always," Jazz moaned, his chassis shivering and claws gripping into Prowl's armor as he let go of his self-control. A few strokes later and he keened as his joints stiffened, locked by the cascading of free electricity rushing through his lines.
Strong arms held him close, Prowl shivering from the surface energy transfer and enjoying every second of feeling Jazz overload in arms. He would remember all of it, and marveled at how he found himself content to be the cause of such pleasure. His engine purred his contentment as Jazz's vocalizer spit static and he gradually relaxed from the overload.
Gradually Jazz settled into an exhausted, content purr, his engine rumbling softly as the pleasure slowly faded.
Prowl arranged them so they could recover comfortably, hands running along the back of the mech sprawled across his chassis. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed at the speed of Jazz's recovery.
"Wonderfully fast learner," Jazz finally purred when his core temperature came down from redlining. "You're already a good lover."
"High praise surely, coming from you." While he did doubt the truth of those words, he accepted them in context. That fact that he had managed to please Jazz was laid out before him. His ability to please anyone else in such a manner was still open to question.
"This early in the second session, most would still be so enamored with their own overload that they haven't noticed me yet," he chuckled softly, content to remain still and relaxed on Prowl's chest for the moment ... for as long as they were both inclined to have him there. "Being a good lover isn't as much about skill as enjoying causing pleasure."
"Shame." Prowl commented, optics sweeping over the silver form and wondering how anyone could forget the enticing mech. "I do like you like that."
"Rather pleasant to be me at the moment too," Jazz smiled up at him, his fingers lazily tracing random designs over the tactile sensors in Prowl's chest armor. "Am I your first?"
Prowl nodded. "My original functioning provided little opportunity for seeking pleasure like this, and until now I had no desire to seek it." Never mind that Jazz would have been out of his league on so many levels before Prowl had joined the Decepticons.
A soft hum escaped Jazz as he considered the wording ands decided to let it go. "I'm glad I was able to provide a pleasant introduction then. I am amazed no one's tried before. Your designer crafted a masterpiece."
Prowl twitched quietly. "I believe originally I was intended as a showpiece as well. When I did not fill the initial parameters as expected, plans were...altered."
"I'm sorry," Jazz murmured, reaching upward to lightly stroke Prowl's throat. "I meant a complement, not to bring up bad memories."
For a moment Prowl purred, optics flickering at the touch, before he caught Jazz's hand and kissed the fingers lightly. "I am willing to forget again."
A low, sultry purr came from Jazz before he snuck in a real kiss. "How about with my mouth on your throat and hands on your wings?"
"That..." Prowl started, trying to imagine and finally giving up. "Show me. Please."
Jazz grinned and wiggled a little higher on Prowl's frame before lowering his mouth to slide his glossa along a main energon line he'd nipped before, and then reached up to stroke the sensor wings available above Prowl's shoulders.
Prowl melted underneath him, pushing as much of his sensor panels into Jazz's reach as possible as he left the past behind. "Yes..."