Grasping a Chance

by Gatekat

Knights of Light, Jazz/Prowl When an aimless young saboteur and a gifted but unhappy tactician crash land on a world far from home, their suddenly new lack of choices may be the best thing that has ever happened to them.

8. Reworking Plans

and it finally reaches sticky smut. See Ao3 for the full chapter.

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Grasping a Chance 8: Reworking Plans
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Prowl wasn't granted much warning the orn Jazz came bounding through the door of their apartment, field flaring with unrestrained excitement before he pounced on the other mech, one hand already pressed against Prowl's dataport and the smaller frame quivering with excitement. Prowl raised an optic ridge at him but slid it open as he tugged them towards the berth they shared. Even here, he tried to keep up appearances, and it was always easier to be on a berth when Jazz overloaded.

Jazz was already open and offered by the time they hit the berth, barely waiting for them to get settled and reign in his excitement enough to give Prowl the lead.

~What did you find?~ Prowl's amusement at the excitement was easy.

~I found our shuttle.~ Jazz announced, exactly how pleased he was with himself singing over the connection, along with a undercurrent that was hoping for praise and approval. It came in a rush that wasn't exactly emotion, but was as intense as anything Jazz felt. Prowl's tac-net was thrilled and almost instantly ramped into high gear. It was a blast of energy and 'good' that drew a deep moan from Jazz.

~Where?~

~Edge of the city. Supply storage area. Was delivering a rush piece for an equipment repair.~ Jazz managed around the moan, shivering at the intensity and trying to focus. ~Didn't seem to care that I saw it either. It's secured, but part of the security is the 'out of sight, out of processor' kind, I think.~

~Excellent. Did the hull seem in good repair?~ Prowl's excitement was intense, focused, mission-worthy of any Ops agent. ~How difficult will security be to get around?~

~Didn't get a good look at the hull. Just saw the engines. That's how I knew it was the right one. Security is light-mostly perimeter.~ Jazz was shaking in his arms, the intensity starting to affect him almost as effectively as Prowl's usual pulses of energy.

~You are best able to sneak in. Do so tonight. Learn all you can of the state of the shuttle and what it needs to reach Cybertron.~ Prowl ordered, though his soft moan was a reflection of how Jazz was feeling and the energy being reflected back to him. ~I will organize getting the supplies and skill we need to make it fly once I have your report.~

~Yes.~ Jazz agreed, his ability to process deteriorating rapidly, the directions logged subconsciously as his systems focused on other things. Prowl smiled and kissed him gently before focusing on pleasuring the mech in his arms with more excitement than he usually felt. Soon he'd be going home.

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It was early the next orn before Jazz returned from his mission, tired and with a neutral field as he slipped onto the berth next to Prowl. He wasn't surprised anymore to find the Praxian fully coherent, even when his field spoke clearly of the need to recharge. That tac-net never shut down, so on a level Prowl was never less than fully aware of his environment, short of stasis.

In a display of how well-programmed covert behavior was in the tactician, Prowl shifted and nuzzled him, his frame saying recharge-heavy interest in a morning interface even when his field said he really needed more rest.

"Even after I've been out all night?" Jazz purred, amused tone keeping with the illusion as his dataport drew back in offering.

Prowl mirrored the move, though he also drew Jazz closer, right up against him, before they quickly plugged in. ~What did you find?~ he was all business on the inside, even as his frame was playing lightly affectionate with Jazz's.

~It looks surprisingly structurally sounds.~ Jazz sighed, leaning into the physical affection on the outside and not able to stop the small quiver of need that filtered along the connection. ~I'm wondering if they weren't keeping it back in case of an 'emergency'. Looking through the cockpit screen it's been stripped of any sort of amenities, but I didn't have time to pick the hull lock for a look around inside. The security seems to run on a schedule. A couple more orns of observation should let us get around it easily enough.~

~Good,~ Prowl's relief, all coding based rather than personal, echoed with the response. ~What can I do to make this go smoothly?~

~Help me locate parts, once I figure out what is missing. A manual on this type of shuttle would be immensely helpful. Figure out where we can start diverting supplies from that they will not be missed.~ Jazz listed instantly, obviously having thought this over. ~If I am going to be doing most of the repair it is going to cut into my work time. We will need a cover story, and it will eat into your income more if I am not contributing as much.~

And really that was just the surface. Jazz was sure there was going to more as time went along and he was able to form a better picture of what sort of undertaking they had on their hands.

~My function provides more than sufficient credits for both of us with no loss of appearances. The returns on a few small investments will cover any losses your income suffers,~ Prowl assured him both of that and that he was willing to spend the credits. ~I will find the manual and supplies, though if you can find what its exact model is, or at least the class, it would be very helpful. I anticipate I will be able to do much of the work, once I download the necessary instructions. Approximately 91% of my function does not require my presence in the office. So long as I am able to log into the local net, I can perform my duties if anything time sensitive arrives. My aide has yet to stop hinting that I don't need to be physically present as much as I am. I will take him up on those statements in the coming orns to ensure that no one does expect me there when I do not have a meeting scheduled.~

Prowl gave a long pause. ~Do you have any preferences to the cover?~

~Not particularly.~ Jazz mused. ~I don't have much of a reputation to maintain, or lose. Something that gets me out more in the evenings would be beneficial.~

There was a period of hesitation before he finally suggested. ~I could start competing in dance competitions. Say I am bored with so much courier work. No one would think twice about my working less during the orn or you supporting my preference, or wonder where I am most of the time.~

~That is acceptable,~ Prowl nodded, leaning in to kiss him as his hands slid along Jazz's back to tease armor edges. ~So long as you manage enough practice to show well in the occasional competition. The shuttle is important, but so is maintaining the cover and appearance that we are settling in.~

~I will manage the practice.~ Jazz promised, frame arching into the touches as he moaned softly into the kiss.

~You are a very tactile mech,~ Prowl observed, repeating the touches before sliding his fingers deeper into gaps to tease the wiring and components beneath.

~Thank you.~ Jazz moaned across the connection, how much the physical attention worked for him filtering back to Prowl with the acknowledgement of how Prowl was indulging him by doing this. He shivered slightly as one hand slid down his back, teased over his hip and a finger circled on his spike cover.

~If you want.~

Excitement leapt across the connection, frame quivering at the touch as Jazz's spike cover slid away. ~Please. Like it a lot.~ Jazz admitted, liked the more intense physical aspect he experienced rarely.

Not so much for a lack of mecha that would be willing as a lack of mecha that Jazz was willing and able to trust so completely, to be so vulnerable around.

and it finally reaches sticky smut. See Ao3 for the full chapter.

archiveofourown dot org/works/631313/chapters/1218095