I believe the phrase would be 'start your engines'.
Here, have a taste of what I'll be posting later today.
Prowl considered his options. In one hand he could understand his mother's worries, although he wished he had picked someone else for his 'training', rather than the mech he was so madly in love with. Of course, he couldn't entirely reproach his mother's choice, after all she had no idea of what his feelings towards Jazz were.
In the other hand he didn't want to go through this, if only because sharing this kind of intimacy with Jazz was making dealing with his feelings much harder for him. Heaving a sigh, and having decided earlier that orn that he intended to eventually reveal his feelings to Jazz, Prowl set his pad aside and nodded to the performer.
Jazz nodded back a little. He experienced a similar conflict during the time spent waiting for Prowl, but now that the mech was here and had given the green light to proceed, Jazz knew he couldn't back down. He only hoped he wouldn't make a fool out of himself this orn.
Jazz moved his seat closer to Prowl's berth, and once again straddled his chair. Prowl leaned back a bit on his Berth, pulling his legs up a little, spreading them enough to be comfortable. Jazz instructed Prowl to pick up where they left, and demonstrated once more the best way to stimulate his headlights.
"Don't be afraid to add a little pressure, the glass of the headlights is very resistant," Jazz cupped his own headlights with his hands again, running his hands slowly up an down. "Try ta produce a little friction, and see where it feels better." Jazz put words to action and traced the outline of his own headlights with his finger tips.
Prowl considered his options. In one hand he could understand his mother's worries, although he wished he had picked someone else for his 'training', rather than the mech he was so madly in love with. Of course, he couldn't entirely reproach his mother's choice, after all she had no idea of what his feelings towards Jazz were.
In the other hand he didn't want to go through this, if only because sharing this kind of intimacy with Jazz was making dealing with his feelings much harder for him. Heaving a sigh, and having decided earlier that orn that he intended to eventually reveal his feelings to Jazz, Prowl set his pad aside and nodded to the performer.
Jazz nodded back a little. He experienced a similar conflict during the time spent waiting for Prowl, but now that the mech was here and had given the green light to proceed, Jazz knew he couldn't back down. He only hoped he wouldn't make a fool out of himself this orn.
Jazz moved his seat closer to Prowl's berth, and once again straddled his chair. Prowl leaned back a bit on his Berth, pulling his legs up a little, spreading them enough to be comfortable. Jazz instructed Prowl to pick up where they left, and demonstrated once more the best way to stimulate his headlights.
"Don't be afraid to add a little pressure, the glass of the headlights is very resistant," Jazz cupped his own headlights with his hands again, running his hands slowly up an down. "Try ta produce a little friction, and see where it feels better." Jazz put words to action and traced the outline of his own headlights with his finger tips.