Bunny insisted
Might be the first chapter, might not. had to be written, since bunny insisted slavedriver. Roughdraft...
Jazz squirmed slightly in his seat; the slight ache in his chest cavity was not decreasing. Quite the opposite in fact. When he'd woken up that morning, he'd already been so overheated, his systems vibrating, that only the slightest touch to the sensor nodes on his helmet had set him off immediately into overload...and this was only the sixth day since Prowl had gone on that diplomatic mission. He didn't understand why the touch of his best friend had become so addictive lately, but the last few weeks had shown him that he was literally craving Prowls touch, and Prowl being Prowl had given in with good grace. He felt slightly guilty using the tactician this way, but he couldn't help it! There must be something wrong with him. Prowl had also expressed his concern over Jazz's frankly horny behaviour and had told him repeatedly that he should at least go to Ratchet if it got any worse.
And it was getting worse, alright! Even if he overloaded himself, nothing would relieve the strange ache in his spark. Only a sparkmerge with Prowl would ease that, which was slightly foreboding. If not for the fact that he could definitely not communicate with or feel Prowls presence close to his spark at all, he would say that they had accidentally sparkbonded with each other. While that was unwise, it was also not totally unagreeable. At least Prowl was his best friend and not some random stranger. At least he had had a 'one-night stand' at that Welcome Back! party with someone he knew...even if the consequences were somewhat odd. There was also the fact that only he had these symptoms, Prowl himself felt no particular need to 'merge. Only a week after their act he had once again approached Prowl for a mutual overload. Prowl had given him an odd look when he'd gasped 'Spark!' during interfacing, but had acquiesced to his request. The next time he had given him a slightly concerned look, but the third time....
Jazz gasped as Prowl dug his claws into the sensitive wiring between the panels on his back and retaliated by sending high frequency magnetic pulses through his hands, which were caressing prowls doorwings. Prowl moaned and arched and Jazz chuckled breathily.
'Tease,' Prowl growled. The tacticians interface spike sent uneven bursts of energy through the connectors temporarily attached to the inner valves of Jazz’s port, making Jazz shudder above him. The bursts seemed to travel up and down sensitive wiring, ending at his spark chamber, teasing, testing....Jazz writhed above him.
'Prowl, oh! Nnng...' Jazz gasped. 'Please! S-spark!' He trembled, nearly incoherent, throwing his head back. Prowl frowned slightly and took one hand out of sensitive wiring, the other off a sensor horn, and splayed them both on his back supporting, but not restrictive.
'Jazz,' he cautioned, ‘this is the third time...why do you want to 'merge so badly? Is there something you're not telling me?'
It took a few astroseconds for Jazz’s pleasure dazed processors to realize that Prowl had actually asked him something and a few more to understand the query. He tried to distract him by sending fast, short bursts through his port. Prowl narrowed his eyes and let a hiss out through his teeth, tensing slightly.
'Jazz?' While his voice was slightly strangled, he was not to be distracted. Sometimes Jazz really envied his friends ability to detach himself from a situation, even one so intimate as interfacing. The ache in his chest cavity grew stronger and so did his frantic need to sparkmerge with Prowl.
'Pleeaase...' he moaned. 'I need it!' He frantically molested the sensitive doorwings and at the same time increasing the flow of energy between their connections, rocking slightly to increase the friction. Prowl gasped, overwhelmed, though he still tried to reason.
'Jazz, stop! Why...nnn...why do you want it so bad?' Feeling irrationally irritated, Jazz bent down and kissed Prowl intensely, deeply. He love the human custom of kissing and tried it on Prowl first chance he got, who certainly liked it well enough. It was also a good way to shut someone up, like certain too-rational-for-their-own-good tacticians.
Jazz retracted his visor and looked Prowl in the optics. He looked desperate.
'Please!' he whispered harshly. Prowl whole body seemed to relax in a gust of vents as he gave in, and the plates on his chest opened slowly, inviting the spark of his friend to merge. Tendrils from the two snaked out and entwined languidly and Jazz lost himself in his friends presence and the reassuring flow of emotions.
...
Afterwards, Prowl sent a questioning look towards his friend, who looked uneasily back.
'What was that, exactly? You seemed almost,' Prowl hesitated, 'desperate.'
Jazz turned his head away and stared moodily at the ceiling. Yeah, what was that exactly. He had almost forced Prowl, as if...if he was addicted or something. Not to mention this was the third time in as many weeks!
'I don' know,' he finally muttered. 'It's just there's this...' he trailed off, rubbing his chest plates in soothing motions. Prowl shifted towards his friend, putting a hand on his, stilling the anxious motion. 'Ache.'
'Ache?'
'Yeah, in my spark, ya know. 'S like I need to 'merge, r'else it starts aching real bad. An' I know it's only with you, but I don' know why!'
'Hmm. Have you been to see Ratchet yet?' Prowl cast a sharp glare into Jazz’s visor, which once again covered beautiful optics. Jazz squirmed guiltily. 'No?'
''S embarrasin',' he muttered. 'Hey Ratch, I'm real horny for my best friend, what do ya think I should do?' he said mockingly, glaring back at Prowl, who merely frowned in reply.
'It's not normal to-'
'I know,' Jazz interrupted. He paused and stared searchingly into Prowls face. 'Do ya mind?'
Prowl sighed. 'Not really, no. But if it gets worse, I want you to go straight to Ratchet, no matter how embarrassing you think it is. I will if you don't.'
Jazz grinned slightly, relieved. 'Yeah, yeah, you worrybot.'
After that they had interfaced at least once a week, which seemed to soothe the ache in his spark. The period of time had shortened from around a week to about four or five days. They were almost like a bonded couple, which made Jazz grimace. Theirs was a good friendship, and he didn't want to complicate it with deeper feelings. He could easily imagine himself in love with the graceful white and black mech, and was sometimes afraid he was already halfway there. He shook his head. Love would only twist their friendship, he wouldn't allow himself to fall in love.
A hand was put on his arm, making him start slightly.
'Jazz?' He looked up into the concerned optics of Ratchet, and taking a quick look around the table revealed that both Ironhide, Optimus and Wheeljack were looking at him. Even little Bee, from where he sat by Sam and Mikaela in the human area of the rec room was staring at him worriedly, warbling out a questioning chirp. 'Are you alright? I called your name three times.'
'Yeah,' he subconsciously rubbed at his chest. Day six. It was fragging uncomfortable. Prowl was due back the day after tomorrow, but he was already having trouble two days behind their unofficial 'merging schedule. He could probably hold out 'til then. The ache increased again, almost stabbing in its intensity, and he had to bite back a gasp. 'I'm jus' tired, I think I'll go recharge,' he said, giving an easy smile. Ratchet gave him a searching look, focusing on his hand. As smoothly as he could, he shifted his traitorous hand from his chest to the table and pushed off, standing up. ‘I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow!’
He managed to take a few steps towards the door before the pain in his spark suddenly became so intense that he stalled in the middle of taking a step, gave a gasping moan and collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut off.
That's all for today!
Jazz squirmed slightly in his seat; the slight ache in his chest cavity was not decreasing. Quite the opposite in fact. When he'd woken up that morning, he'd already been so overheated, his systems vibrating, that only the slightest touch to the sensor nodes on his helmet had set him off immediately into overload...and this was only the sixth day since Prowl had gone on that diplomatic mission. He didn't understand why the touch of his best friend had become so addictive lately, but the last few weeks had shown him that he was literally craving Prowls touch, and Prowl being Prowl had given in with good grace. He felt slightly guilty using the tactician this way, but he couldn't help it! There must be something wrong with him. Prowl had also expressed his concern over Jazz's frankly horny behaviour and had told him repeatedly that he should at least go to Ratchet if it got any worse.
And it was getting worse, alright! Even if he overloaded himself, nothing would relieve the strange ache in his spark. Only a sparkmerge with Prowl would ease that, which was slightly foreboding. If not for the fact that he could definitely not communicate with or feel Prowls presence close to his spark at all, he would say that they had accidentally sparkbonded with each other. While that was unwise, it was also not totally unagreeable. At least Prowl was his best friend and not some random stranger. At least he had had a 'one-night stand' at that Welcome Back! party with someone he knew...even if the consequences were somewhat odd. There was also the fact that only he had these symptoms, Prowl himself felt no particular need to 'merge. Only a week after their act he had once again approached Prowl for a mutual overload. Prowl had given him an odd look when he'd gasped 'Spark!' during interfacing, but had acquiesced to his request. The next time he had given him a slightly concerned look, but the third time....
Jazz gasped as Prowl dug his claws into the sensitive wiring between the panels on his back and retaliated by sending high frequency magnetic pulses through his hands, which were caressing prowls doorwings. Prowl moaned and arched and Jazz chuckled breathily.
'Tease,' Prowl growled. The tacticians interface spike sent uneven bursts of energy through the connectors temporarily attached to the inner valves of Jazz’s port, making Jazz shudder above him. The bursts seemed to travel up and down sensitive wiring, ending at his spark chamber, teasing, testing....Jazz writhed above him.
'Prowl, oh! Nnng...' Jazz gasped. 'Please! S-spark!' He trembled, nearly incoherent, throwing his head back. Prowl frowned slightly and took one hand out of sensitive wiring, the other off a sensor horn, and splayed them both on his back supporting, but not restrictive.
'Jazz,' he cautioned, ‘this is the third time...why do you want to 'merge so badly? Is there something you're not telling me?'
It took a few astroseconds for Jazz’s pleasure dazed processors to realize that Prowl had actually asked him something and a few more to understand the query. He tried to distract him by sending fast, short bursts through his port. Prowl narrowed his eyes and let a hiss out through his teeth, tensing slightly.
'Jazz?' While his voice was slightly strangled, he was not to be distracted. Sometimes Jazz really envied his friends ability to detach himself from a situation, even one so intimate as interfacing. The ache in his chest cavity grew stronger and so did his frantic need to sparkmerge with Prowl.
'Pleeaase...' he moaned. 'I need it!' He frantically molested the sensitive doorwings and at the same time increasing the flow of energy between their connections, rocking slightly to increase the friction. Prowl gasped, overwhelmed, though he still tried to reason.
'Jazz, stop! Why...nnn...why do you want it so bad?' Feeling irrationally irritated, Jazz bent down and kissed Prowl intensely, deeply. He love the human custom of kissing and tried it on Prowl first chance he got, who certainly liked it well enough. It was also a good way to shut someone up, like certain too-rational-for-their-own-good tacticians.
Jazz retracted his visor and looked Prowl in the optics. He looked desperate.
'Please!' he whispered harshly. Prowl whole body seemed to relax in a gust of vents as he gave in, and the plates on his chest opened slowly, inviting the spark of his friend to merge. Tendrils from the two snaked out and entwined languidly and Jazz lost himself in his friends presence and the reassuring flow of emotions.
...
Afterwards, Prowl sent a questioning look towards his friend, who looked uneasily back.
'What was that, exactly? You seemed almost,' Prowl hesitated, 'desperate.'
Jazz turned his head away and stared moodily at the ceiling. Yeah, what was that exactly. He had almost forced Prowl, as if...if he was addicted or something. Not to mention this was the third time in as many weeks!
'I don' know,' he finally muttered. 'It's just there's this...' he trailed off, rubbing his chest plates in soothing motions. Prowl shifted towards his friend, putting a hand on his, stilling the anxious motion. 'Ache.'
'Ache?'
'Yeah, in my spark, ya know. 'S like I need to 'merge, r'else it starts aching real bad. An' I know it's only with you, but I don' know why!'
'Hmm. Have you been to see Ratchet yet?' Prowl cast a sharp glare into Jazz’s visor, which once again covered beautiful optics. Jazz squirmed guiltily. 'No?'
''S embarrasin',' he muttered. 'Hey Ratch, I'm real horny for my best friend, what do ya think I should do?' he said mockingly, glaring back at Prowl, who merely frowned in reply.
'It's not normal to-'
'I know,' Jazz interrupted. He paused and stared searchingly into Prowls face. 'Do ya mind?'
Prowl sighed. 'Not really, no. But if it gets worse, I want you to go straight to Ratchet, no matter how embarrassing you think it is. I will if you don't.'
Jazz grinned slightly, relieved. 'Yeah, yeah, you worrybot.'
After that they had interfaced at least once a week, which seemed to soothe the ache in his spark. The period of time had shortened from around a week to about four or five days. They were almost like a bonded couple, which made Jazz grimace. Theirs was a good friendship, and he didn't want to complicate it with deeper feelings. He could easily imagine himself in love with the graceful white and black mech, and was sometimes afraid he was already halfway there. He shook his head. Love would only twist their friendship, he wouldn't allow himself to fall in love.
A hand was put on his arm, making him start slightly.
'Jazz?' He looked up into the concerned optics of Ratchet, and taking a quick look around the table revealed that both Ironhide, Optimus and Wheeljack were looking at him. Even little Bee, from where he sat by Sam and Mikaela in the human area of the rec room was staring at him worriedly, warbling out a questioning chirp. 'Are you alright? I called your name three times.'
'Yeah,' he subconsciously rubbed at his chest. Day six. It was fragging uncomfortable. Prowl was due back the day after tomorrow, but he was already having trouble two days behind their unofficial 'merging schedule. He could probably hold out 'til then. The ache increased again, almost stabbing in its intensity, and he had to bite back a gasp. 'I'm jus' tired, I think I'll go recharge,' he said, giving an easy smile. Ratchet gave him a searching look, focusing on his hand. As smoothly as he could, he shifted his traitorous hand from his chest to the table and pushed off, standing up. ‘I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow!’
He managed to take a few steps towards the door before the pain in his spark suddenly became so intense that he stalled in the middle of taking a step, gave a gasping moan and collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut off.
That's all for today!