30 Days and 30 Nights: Day 7

[prowlerprime]

Cybertronian time references similar but not equal to our own: astrosecond ~ second, klick ~ minute, joor ~ hour, cycle ~ day, deca-cycle ~ week, orn ~ month, vorn ~ year

AU post 2007 movie verse.

A/N: Mature content, human-halo forms, male/male; this is a rated R form as there are no descriptions of sexual organs and no fluids either. I leave it to your imagination for that part.

Day 7: Leather

Prowl emerged from recharge slowly. The pleasant affects of his most recent overload still lingered through him. The feel of the warm body pressed so intimately against his own brought a small, content smile to his face. His arms habitually tightened around his lover's form, pulling the warm body closer, one leg intimately sliding over his lover's.

A long sigh escaped him as he relished the closeness of his bonded. He knew that such quiet moments as this were to be cherished and intended to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Which in this case, wasn't long as Jazz stirred, snuggling into Prowl's embrace, making his smile grow.

"Ya're smilin'," Jazz mumbled huskily, one hand sliding down his lover's forearm before resting on Prowl's hand.

"How do you know, you're facing the other direction?"

"I jus' know 'cause I know ya so well."

Prowl chuckled softly, "That you do. Just like last night. I still can't believe I let you talk me into that."

"Ya regrettin' what we did?" Jazz asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No," Prowl said, tightening his arms around Jazz reassuringly. "It was just…different."

"Did ya enjoy it?"

"Yes. Yes I did," Prowl sighed, placing a tender moist kiss on Jazz's smooth, bare dark skinned shoulder. "I didn't realize how sensitive humans actually are to tactile contact. They're not too different from us."

He slid his hand down Jazz's warm arm, taking in the firm curve of the toned bicep muscles, feeling how soft the dark hairs on Jazz's forearm felt as Prowl caressed them with his finger tips.

"We need to thank Ratch an' 'Jack for makin' our halo forms so realistic," Jazz sighed, shifting his legs slightly to get more comfortable in the confined space.

Prowl hummed in response, nuzzling Jazz's soft human ear.

"A li'l too real at times," Jazz exclaimed, shivering. "I need a blanket! It's gettin' cold in 'ere. Yar body is nice an' warm but the leather seats of yar alt form are gettin' cold against ma bare skin!"

"You were the one that insisted I go leather for the seats and interior door paneling," Prowl teased, getting an elbow in the stomach for his comment. Prowl chuckled while turning up the internal heat of his alt from. The black leather seats heated up as well as the interior of the police cruiser. "Better? Or do you still need a blanket?"

"Much betta, thanks," Jazz sighed contently and then started humming a Cybertronian song, one that indicated to Prowl of his lover's happiness.

Prowl remained quiet, observing his dark naked lover in the dim light. He said it once before to Jazz and he'd say it time and time again - it didn't matter what form Jazz took, he was always a beautiful sight to behold in Prowl's optics. Prowl loved Jazz for everything he was within his spark. The mech's outward appearance was simply an added bonus.

As the dutiful bondmate, Prowl always, always appreciated his love's beauty.

He took in the way the well toned muscles stood out on Jazz' arms and legs. He savored the smoothness of how his chest felt beneath Prowl's lips and hands. He enjoyed the feeling of how strong yet how gently Jazz's hands were whenever they caressed Prowl's slightly tanned white skin. He especially loved how those nimble dark fingers knew how to move through Prowl's dark wavy locks whenever they kissed. Most importantly he adored how those penetrating dark pearly eyes as they burned with fiery passion before hazing over whenever overloading was imminent. His spark soared content upon the vision of Jazz's satiated and relaxed face, the way he gasped loudly with his mouth open, eyelids fluttering as his overload rippled through him.

Jazz panted heavily in their afterglow, smiling at the feel of his bondmate's relaxed trembling body nestled between his legs and in his arms. Jazz shuttered his eyelids, savoring the small affectionate kisses Prowl placed on his face. Jazz immensely enjoyed the sensation of feeling such a strong, muscular, heaving chest pressed so intimately against his own. Opening his eyes and his spark fluttered at the loving look radiating from those piercing cobalt eyes.

"Wow," Jazz whispered, caressing Prowl's face.

Prowl laughed softly, "I can't believe it. I rendered the insatiable Jazz speechless."

"Don't get used ta it. It won' last long," Jazz countered and then smiled at the sound of Prowl's rich laughter rumbling through his alt form's interior. Jazz raised an eyebrow when he distinctly felt the black leather seat he was laying on vibrate. A sly grin grew on the saboteur's face, the kind of grin that usually resulted when a devious epiphany struck him.

"Oh, I've seen that smirk before," Prowl commented looking worried.

"What?" Jazz remarked, smiling as innocently as he could. "I was jus' struck by an idea. Now I wanna try it out."

"On me."

"Ya're the only one I would ever dream of tryin' it out on," Jazz smirked.

"Pit spawn."

"I'm yar pit spawn and ya love me," Jazz purred, kissing Prowl fully on the lips.

"Hmm, no argument there. So what do you need me to do now?"

"Ya've been such a wonderful bondmate to me," Jazz breathed, enjoying the feel of those soft, dark wavy locks as his fingers pushed through them. He smiled when Prowl half closed his eyelids, leaning into the caress. "It's time for me to take care of ya."

"Jazz, knowing you're happy is all the satisfaction I require," Prowl replied with a series expression.

"I know but there are times when I feel ya deserve so much more an' that is my duty to do what I must," Jazz countered just as seriously. "Please. I need to."

"Jazz, I was never angry at you for getting yourself killed. You've nothing to prove to me. I'm forever grateful that we've been given a second chance."

"Yes, I now. But it does not quell my desire. I love ya an' I want to show ya. Please?"

"Very well," Prowl smiled, making Jazz's spark flutter wildly again.

Primus, he loved his mech so much.

"What do you require me to do?"

"Absolutely nothin'. But um…ya need to lay down first."

It took a few minutes for them to swap places, well longer because Jazz couldn't keep his hands off his lover's tantalizing body. And when Prowl yelped and smacked the top of his head on the ceiling of his alt form when Jazz affectionately pinched his love's ass Jazz broke into a fit of hysterical giggles.

"Done?"

"That look on yar face was priceless," Jazz snorted, still unable to rein in his giggles.

"So glad I can amuse you," Prowl grumbled just before Jazz watched his mate's halo form blink out of existence only to reappear fully clothed in the driver's seat. Jazz stopped laughing in an instant as the police cruiser's engine rumbled to life. "Things like this aren't as easy for me as they are for you, Jazz."

Jazz frowned, sending his sincerest apologies and deepest love for Prowl over their shared spark bond. There were times, extremely rare times, when Jazz forgot how reserved Prowl was and that it wasn't easy for him to do certain things without the help of his mate. The mech's life was all about his work. It was something deeply rooted in his psyche because of his overly strict upbringing. When they first met Jazz made it his personal mission to crack Prowl's shell. Of course falling in love with him was an unexpected result, one Jazz still thanked Primus for to this cycle.

"I'm sorry babe," Jazz sighed, sensing the mood was ruined by his own stupidity. "It is late. Perhaps we should go."

Silence hung in the air except for the purr of Prowl's engine for the longest of moments until Prowl finally spoke.

"No."

Jazz blinked in surprise at the response. Then heard the engine cut off and watched as Prowl's halo form disappeared and then reappeared laying with his arms behind his head and long legs bent just enough at the knees so he could fit neatly on the black leather back seat.

"You can make it up to me," he smirked and Jazz could feel his love being happily reciprocated over their bond. And he was grateful that Prowl wasn't as mad as Jazz first thought. "Plus, well…I kind of overreacted. For that I'm sorry."

"Prowl my love, ya do not overreact," Jazz smiled, slid a hand over dark slack covered knee of Prowl's halo form.

"Do I need to lose the uniform?" Prowl asked, adjusting the badge slightly on his breast.

"As sexy as ya look in it, ya're even sexier without it, babe," Jazz winked slyly and then grinned more fiendishly when Prowl blushed. "But I leave it up to ya to decide. I only have one rule for ya to follow - ya can't touch me or kiss me."

Prowl made that one perplexed look that Jazz absolutely found adorable. A look only Jazz was able to draw from the stoic tactician.

"Trust me," Jazz whispered into Prowl ear before suckling on his ear lobe. Prowl nodded, his uniform disappearing. Jazz took one long look, drinking in his mate's form. "Close your eyes."

Jazz studied the strong handsome face as those warm blue eyes disappeared from sight.

"You were right about these human forms being so sensitive. And while they are a bit of fun, we must never forget who and what we are, " Jazz purred, one handing sliding sensually over the back of the black leathered driver's seat.

"That tickles," Prowl chuckled, squirming slightly.

"Ok, how about this?" Jazz asked, trailing a finger slowly, teasingly along the leather door panel that was an integral part of Prowl's sensory appendages that always flared so proudly on his back for Jazz to admire.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Prowl's halo form gasped, arching his back and his vehicle form shuddered at the same time, enough for Jazz to feel the vehicle rocking slightly. He smiled and continued with his pleasuring ministrations. In the past, he'd brought Prowl to overload before by simply manipulating the doorwings. But Jazz's human hands were less bulky, more nimble and could reach the most sensitive spots.

To Jazz's amusement, it appeared the leather part of the door panel was the most sensitive. He attacked it with nimble fingers, succulent lips, and a lively tongue. At the same time he monitored his bondmate's reactions for when to push further or retreat back ever so slightly.

Those beautiful baby blues were clouded with pleasure. That magnificent chest rose and fell with each moan, each gasp, each time he murmured Jazz's name. Those powerful hips rocked deliberately upwards at the same time the back of his shoulder pressed into the black leather seat. Jazz had reduced Prowl to a halo-human form of melted goo on the back seat of his own alt from.

"Jazz…please…" Prowl begged as a slightly pained expression crossed his face, those blue eyes were on fire making Jazz's spark skip within his own alt form that was parked immediately next to Prowl's.

Jazz watched as his bondmate's entire halo form shuddered with need. He could feel the raw energy of an impending overload building up in the police cruiser's frame. It wasn't just the fact that his bondmate was completely turning him on by writhing uncontrollably on the seat. But also, that his bondmate's alt form was trembling harder than before under Jazz's affections.

"Need…to touch…you," Prowl gasped.

Jazz instantly caved in upon hearing Prowl's plea and from his own flamed lust festering deep within. As much as Jazz enjoyed watching his mate, he further enjoyed his mate's affectionate participation and craved it passionately. As he did several times earlier that evening, Jazz surrendered to the Prowl's pleasures until he was thoroughly exhausted once more.

Once again, Jazz found himself being intimately cuddled with Prowl's arms and body on the leather black seat of the police cruiser.

"I love you Jazz," Prowl mumbled, kissing Jazz's ear.

"I love ya too, babe."

"I…I wouldn't be opposed to do this again in the future."

"Really?" Jazz asked, turning so he could see his lover's face.

"I'll even bring you a blanket."

"Ya do that, love," Jazz smirked and then captured Prowl's lips with his own.

The End.