Unexpected

Subject: The Transformers
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Jazz and Prowl (the cuties...)
Summary: Prowl is in a slump, he wants just to relax. Jazz can help him with that...
Warning: Slash alert!

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The day was just perfect. The sun was shining, the air was warm with a slight breeze, and clouds moved lazily across the sky. He didn’t know what compelled him to come outside into the sun, nor what drove him to that particular spot, nor what convinced him to lay down on that particular spot and just watch the clouds go by.

So with his frame sprawled across the ground, his head pillowed on his arms, and in a completely relaxed state, Prowl stared at the sky and contemplated. How long had it been since they had awakened on this planet? A year? He honestly couldn’t remember. Sure he could check his chronometer and determine the exact date, hour, minute, and second, but that would defeat the purpose. Despite his logic worship and his acute obsession with detail, sometimes it was all right to have a little ignorance and unpredictability. Prowl didn’t mind it, so long as no one else knew. He had a reputation to keep after all. Sneaking away from the Ark and cloud gazing was the last thing anyone would expect of him. No one would come looking for him out here and that suited him just fine.

He sighed in content and shifted into a more comfortable position, spreading is door panels outward to absorb the warmth. Everything was just so perfect. It couldn’t get anymore perfect, until he felt light feather touches on his door panels. He sighed again and smiled gently, “I thought no one would miss me…”

“I always miss ya Prowlie. Always.”

Another black and white mech laid down next to him, his blue visor flashing in mischief, “And why are ya out here?”

“Isn’t it good to just get away and relax? You always push me to take a break.”

“I never expected ya to actually do it. I’m rubbin’ off on ya!”

Prowl just widened his smile and pulled the mech closer. “Don’t push it Jazz…”

Jazz smirked and cuddled up to the second in command. “Really… What are ya doin’ out here?”

Prowl’s smile disappeared, “I’ve had a lot on my mind. I needed some quiet.”

Jazz frowned and sat up, draping his arm across Prowls abdomen and looking him in the optics. “I’m all for solitude man… But this isn’t like you. Cool, logical, calculating, strict Prowl with too much to think about? Not like ya at all. Talk ta me?”

Prowl looked away, back in the direction of the Ark. “Our last mission…”

Jazz snorted, “Aw come on! That again? Prowl, you didn’t expect what was goin’ ta happen. You were caught with your pants down, as the humans say. It wasn’t your fault.”

Prowl also sat up, a forlorn look upon his features. His door panels drooped as he spoke. “I could have expected it. I could have ran through the numbers and looked at every possible outcome. Because I didn’t do that, a lot of soldiers under my command got hurt.” He ran his fingers along Jazz’s chassis, a large temporary patch over the left side of it. “You got hurt…”

Jazz took hold of Prowl hand and kissed it, “I’m fine love. Ratch’ fixed me up pretty good.”

“Still Jazz, nearly everyone was injured because of my negligence.”

Jazz took on a wiry smile and leaned in closer, “What does this mech gotta do to convince ya it wasn’t your fault?”

“I… uh…”

“Aw Prowlie’s speechless.”

Jazzed closed the distance between them and captured Prowl’s lips with his own in a light yet meaningful kiss. Smiling into it when Prowl reciprocated, Jazz pushed the black and white datsun to the ground and smothered him in passion. Prowl gave an appreciative groan and pulled back slightly, his lip components curled into a beautiful smile. “Do you love me Jazz?”

The saboteur grinned and nuzzled into Prowls neck, nipping and running his glossa over a sensitive node and earning a gasp. “Does that answer your question?”

Jazz’s digits ran across Prowls door panels and up his shoulder, slipping between armor plating and strumming across delicate circuitry. Prowl hissed into Jazz’s neck as shockwaves of pleasure danced down his spinal relays. Jazz’s masterful touches, light kisses, and grunts of pleasure quickly threw Prowl over the edge. His intakes were working frantically to cool his rising temperature at the administrations. Prowl clutched at Jazz’s shoulders and cried out as his systems succumbed to overload, pleasure burning it’s way through his body and making him shudder violently.

He collapsed back and panted like a hot puppy. A wistful smile played itself across his face as he stared into the visor of his lover. “Thank you…”

“Anytime love, anytime. Don’t hesitate to call on the Jazzman if you ever need anything.”

Both black and white’s cuddled together and watched the clouds go by. Maybe the unexpected wasn’t so bad. Prowl didn’t mind it one bit…