The Best Is Yet To Come (Part 2)
I do not own Transformers.
Universe: G1
Characters: Prowl and Jazz, Optimus, mentions of other characters
Rating: PG-13 (intimacy)
Words: 2803
Title: The Best Is Yet To Come, Part 2
Summary: The consequences of Jazz’s lesson puts Prowl in an awkward situation.
Note: POV switches back and forth between Prowl, Jazz, and narrative. I never claimed to be an English major.
The day started out like any other day on the Autobot base. Prowl was the first to enter the briefing room and sat down to review his notes for the tactical portion of the morning briefing. Ironhide and Ratchet entered the room a short time later. Prowl acknowledged them with a slight nod of his helm and continued to review his notes making a minor change to one data pad. Prowl did notice that their conversation came to abrupt halt but he said nothing. Ironhide and Ratchet looked at each other in confusion and tried not to stare at Prowl, failing to remember what they had been discussing. The scene was repeated as other members of the senior staff entered the room for the briefing. Jazz strolled in with his usual grin and took his customary seat across the table from Prowl.
“Hey, Prowl,” Jazz called over, “did ya finish that special ops simulation I asked about?” His tone and demeanor were the same as always when addressing Prowl about such subjects.
Prowl glanced up and wordlessly pushed a data pad across the table to Jazz and continued his examination of the data pad in front of him.
Jazz grinned, “Thanks, Prowl.”
Prowl nodded without looking up.
Optimus was the last mech to enter the room and shut the door behind him. He walked to the other end of the room passing behind Wheeljack, Ratchet, Ironhide and finally Prowl. After he had passed Prowl he stopped short and took a few steps back until he was behind Prowl again. He turned and looked down at Prowl’s doorwings. They had been polished to such a shine that Optimus could see his reflection in them. Prowl was also holding his doorwings up higher than usual and was looking truly regal. Prowl had always taken care to keep clean and well-maintained but this polish was completely over the top for any mech and especially for Prowl.
“Prowl?” Optimus began.
“Sir?” Prowl answered without turning around.
Optimus glanced across the table at Jazz who simply looked back at Optimus.
Optimus shook his helm and managed to ask, “Did you complete your report from the last Decepticon raid?” Being the leader of the Autobots, Optimus had learned to take surprises in stride and he handled this in the same manner. He walked to his seat at the head of the table as Prowl pushed a second data pad toward the leader.
“Thank you, Prowl,” Optimus managed to get out in a normal tone of voice. Again, Prowl nodded and then focused on Optimus, waiting for him to start the briefing.
The briefing proceeded smoothly except when Prowl stood to give his report. No one gave any indication that they weren’t paying attention to what Prowl was saying. They did give Prowl their undivided attention because they could then see that his entire chassis had the same mirror polish as his doorwings. The senior staff was far too professional to give away their thoughts but almost everyone in the room had one question in their processors.
Jazz listened to Prowl. Well, he listened to Prowl’s voice but he didn’t hear anything Prowl said. His thoughts drifted back to the previous evening.
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Prowl and Jazz had stayed sitting on the floor for a good while until Prowl had the strength to stand up. Jazz helped him up since he was still shaky following the intensity of the overload he had. Once they were both standing Prowl slipped his arms around Jazz’s waist and drew the saboteur close. Jazz tenderly kissed him again. Jazz was about to turn Prowl around and take him over the desk when Prowl asked an unexpected question. Almost shyly he asked, “Jazz, would you be willing to polish my doorwings for me?”
Jazz didn’t need to be asked twice.
They left Prowl’s office and Jazz led the way to his quarters. After they had entered, Jazz offered a seat to Prowl and then fetched two energon cubes. Prowl was grateful for Jazz’s thoughtfulness as he really had expended a great deal of energy earlier. The thought caused one doorwing to flick and Jazz smiled at that. They drank their energon in silence just looking at each other. When they were done, Jazz retrieved a container of his best polish and the softest cloths he had. He turned on some music, more big band music that Prowl had liked so much, and guided Prowl to his berth. Prowl stretched out turning to give Jazz easy access to his doorpanels. Three joors later, Prowl’s doorwings were like mirrors. Jazz could have completed the job in less than a joor but the act of polishing had caused Prowl to overload twice. Of course, Jazz had used deliberately sensuous strokes while polishing said doorwings.
When Jazz was finished, he leaned back and looked at his reflection in Prowl’s doorwings. Prowl looked very relaxed - something Jazz had never seen before. At that point Jazz wasn’t entirely sure who was being seduced - Prowl or himself. Jazz really didn’t care. He leaned over Prowl and put his lips close to one of Prowl’s audio receptors. “Prowl?” he purred.
“Mmmm, yes, Jazz?” Prowl moaned back.
“Ya know I can’t let ya go with just yer doorwings polished. I’m gonna have to polish yer entire chassis so it all looks right.”
“That would be logical,” Prowl replied in a silky voice which made Jazz shiver.
Jazz spent another two joors polishing Prowl’s chassis. He took his time and thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to touch Prowl’s entire body. He spent a little extra time around Prowl’s chest plates and interface panel but not quite enough to be unseemly. Prowl’s hips were a different matter. As much as Prowl’s optics had lingered furtively on Jazz’s hips when Jazz sang for Prowl, Jazz had the opportunity to get an optic-full of Prowl’s without having to be shy about it. Not that Jazz would have been shy about it in the first place. Jazz sighed. Prowl may not have realized it but he was a very attractive mech. Jazz slowly moved his servo to Prowl’s aft and buffed it until it shined. He couldn’t help giving it a light squeeze. Prowl moaned softly and Jazz traced his servos back to those gorgeous hips. He began to trace the seams he found there and felt Prowl’s systems begin to heat up again kicking on his cooling fans. Some careful exploration along the seam resulted in the discovery of a wire that was very sensitive to the touch. Jazz deliberately teased the wire by running a digit along it until Prowl’s ventilations became ragged. A slight bit of pressure at one end of the wire caused Prowl to overload for the fourth time that night.
As Prowl’s systems slowly cooled, Jazz completed the polishing by finishing with Prowl’s chevron. Prowl was close to slipping into recharge and looked incredible spread on Jazz’s berth with a polish that almost made him glow. Jazz smiled and was then surprised when Prowl onlined his optics briefly, met Jazz’s visor, and then reached for Jazz’s servo pulling him to the berth beside him. Prowl wrapped himself around Jazz possessively and fell into recharge.
Jazz listened to the soft hum of Prowl’s systems as he cycled down into a deep and peaceful recharge. Jazz eventually slipped into recharge himself feeling a wonderful mixture of contentment and desire.
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Prowl onlined to his internal alarm and felt momentary confusion. He was not in his quarters, had a mech in his arms, and his entire body tingled from a polish he hadn’t had since he had been commissioned as an enforcer in Praxus. He was very still as the memories of the previous night flooded back. Had he really asked Jazz to polish his doorwings and then allowed Jazz to polish his entire body? Prowl turned his optics to his arm which was wrapped around the form beside him. His arm gleamed. Slag. The polish was even better than when he received his commission. He was polished better than Sunstreaker. As he lay there his processor tried to determine how he would get through this cycle. His polish would be noticed instantly and Prowl would be the topic of ship gossip. Not only that, he had spent the night with Jazz. His processor struggled with that thought. He had allowed himself to lose control. He hadn’t put up a fight, instead giving in to the sensations Jazz excited. His processor nearly stalled at that thought and then he remembered how Jazz had actually driven him to his knees in ecstasy. Jazz had total control over him, pulled moans out of his vocalizer and caused him to overload. Prowl trusted Jazz but he struggled with the loss of control. Jazz shifted slightly bringing Prowl’s thoughts back to the present. He looked at Jazz and couldn’t help but admire the attractiveness of his form. Prowl slowly moved an arm and rested a servo on Jazz’s hip gently rubbing it and realizing that when Jazz sang the previous night that it really had been just for him. Jazz stirred slightly again and Prowl heard his name softly escape from Jazz’s lips. Prowl then realized with startling clarity that Jazz had not betrayed Prowl’s trust. When Jazz had danced before him, swinging his hips, it was because Jazz was behaving like Jazz. He had sought Prowl out in his office knowing that the soundproofing would allow Prowl to scream out and be heard only by Jazz. Prowl glanced at his polish again and considered how Jazz really did have to work to get that mirror finish. In Jazz’s own way, it was a gift to Prowl to demonstrate through deed that he truly cared about Prowl. They hadn’t interfaced either. That surprised Prowl a bit but then he realized it was another indication of how Jazz wanted Prowl to feel safe and be comfortable with his responses to Jazz. Jazz respected him.
Prowl gently disengaged himself from Jazz and crawled reluctantly out of the berth. He sat beside Jazz and softly stroked his cheek. Jazz’s visor flickered dimly and he mumbled, “Ya okay, babe?”
Prowl smiled, softly kissing Jazz on the lips. “Everything is fine, Jazz. I need to prepare for the morning briefing. I’ll see you in a few joors. Get some more recharge.” A gentle squeeze to the arm and Jazz’s visor went dark. He had to have been tired. His arms would be sore. Prowl quietly left Jazz’s quarters. He got a cube of energon from the empty rec room before going to his office to finish his briefing. Prowl was exceptional at compartmentalizing his thoughts. It was how he had risen to SIC even though it made him appear at times to be an emotionless drone. He filed his thoughts about Jazz into a special directory he created just for Jazz. He would visit those thoughts later.
Jazz onlined several joors later. He wondered if everything with Prowl had been a dream. He was alone which made him think he had dreamed all of it. Then he realized his arms hurt. Jazz stretched and folded his servos together behind his helm. Prowl really had been touching him while he was in a light recharge. It was hesitant but he had done it. Prowl had kissed him before leaving to start his work for the cycle. Almost reverently Jazz recalled the image of Prowl on his knees screaming Jazz’s name. His name. He closed the file with a deep sigh and thought about Prowl. Jazz was more than a little surprised that Prowl had not resisted more to Jazz’s advances. If Prowl had told him to stop he would have instantly. Instead, Prowl had begged, yes begged, for just the opposite. Jazz momentarily felt the heavy burden that he held Prowls’ trust. The burden was offset by the knowledge that Jazz really would do anything for Prowl. With a smile Jazz got up and exited his quarters headed for the briefing room.
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The briefing was over. Each member had done their presentation admirably despite their distraction. Optimus ended the meeting but asked Prowl to remain. Jazz was the last to leave and exited without a backward glance and shut the door. Optimus sat down and just looked at Prowl who was sitting to his right.
Finally, Optimus said a little too sharply, “I had expected your report about the last Decepticon raid to be filed last night.”
Prowl looked at Optimus and sighed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Sir. I got a bit… distracted last night.”
Optimus retracted his battle mask and smiled. Then he began to laugh. Prowl looked at him with a puzzled look which only made Optimus laugh harder. “Sir?” Prowl questioned.
Optimus managed to pull himself together but remained smiling. “I was starting to wonder if Jazz would every make a move on you. He is incredibly patient but I wasn’t sure if he had enough patience to wait you out.” He grew serious at that point. “I like it when the mechs under my command are happy. Others may frown on the relationships that have formed under my command but I’ve found that there are certain advantages to it.”
Prowl considered this carefully. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”
Optimus sighed. “Prowl, I have but not to you. I didn’t want you to take it out of context and think it was some kind of request or command. Discovering the sensual side of ourselves is best left to occur on its own.”
“Sir? Sensual?” Prowl choked out in surprise.
Optimus laughed again. “Look at yourself, Prowl! Jazz couldn’t have gotten that mirror finish without causing you to overload a few times.” It was said kindly.
Prowl said nothing but his doorwings flickered in embarrassment.
“Prowl. All of us need to find ways to relieve the stress we’ve been under since this war with the Decepticons started. What did you do to relax when you were off-duty as an enforcer?” Optimus spoke as a friend, keeping his battle mask retracted so Prowl could see all of his face.
Prowl shifted a bit. That part of his life seemed to have occurred so long ago. Another lifetime. “All Praxians take up some type of art. I used to draw.”
Optimus nodded slowly. “Have you drawn anything since the war started?”
Prowl had not. Art seemed completely frivolous now. Besides, his supplies and entire portfolio had long since been destroyed. He told that to Optimus.
Optimus sighed. “I understand Prowl. I really do.” He paused. “Were you good?”
Prowl nodded slightly. “I had some gallery showings.” Quite a few, actually. He had been told several times that he should give up his career as an enforcer and draw full time. That had been an appealing idea but he was committed to the oath he had taken as an enforcer - to protect and serve. He still held that oath dear as he fought for the Autobot cause. Prowl relaxed a bit as they discussed this topic. It was still an emotional subject but one he could address with more objectivity than his personal life.
The conversation wound down and Optimus stood and his battle mask again hid his features. “Prowl, Jazz would never harm you. You can trust him with your spark.” He turned and exited without another word. Prowl gathered his data pads and left the room.
Prowl passed a few of the officers as he returned to his office. They only said customary greetings for which Prowl was grateful. He sat down at his desk and set down the data pads. He stared at them but didn’t see them. All he saw was Jazz.
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Jazz was preoccupied. He couldn’t get Prowl out of his processor. Fortunately for those under his command, Jazz was able to focus well enough on his work as head of special operations to fool most mechs. Jazz finished up his meeting with his subordinates and strolled to Optimus’ office with which he had a meeting about upcoming missions. That meeting progressed smoothly and Optimus had several suggestions Jazz planned to incorporate. The meeting ended. Jazz stood to leave and made his way to the door. Before he could exit, he heard Optimus say, “Nice job on Prowl’s polish. I may have to increase the standards around here for my officers.”
Jazz knew there was no way he could deny what Optimus said so he didn’t even try.
“Nah, might make some of the others mad having to maintain that kind of shine,” Jazz said with a grin and then he left.
Optimus smiled behind his battle mask happy for his two friends. He was curious to see what would happen next. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait very long.