FIC: My December - Chapter 26
Title: My December
Chapter: 26 of 31
Author: wicked3659
Verse: TFA
Rating: PG13
Word count:
Prompt: Day twenty six - gift giving
Warnings: fluff, kissing, mild slash/intimacy
Other Characters: none
Summary: Willing to leave everything behind on a whim and a dream, Jazz follows his spark to search for the one part that he never knew had been missing all along.
A/N: The start of my December challenge. A fic written just for the occasion, each prompt is one chapter. This is based on a bunny given to me by and written for vejiraziel may you get the December you deserve. Thank you for your encouragement and this little bunny. <3
Chapter 26 - Gift Giving.
It didn't matter to either of them which of their rooms they ended up in, all that mattered was that they were in it together. The initial terror of taking that first step had subsided to become something more of a nervous anticipation. They had talked quietly on the way back to the room - choosing Jazz's for the extra privacy - stealing subtle fond glances at one another en-route.
Now they sat on the edge of Jazz's berth, their mouths locked once more in a tender kiss. Their hands slowly mapping the curves and lines of their frames, visors dim with enjoyment as they pressed closer, caught up in the moment, their kiss becoming more fervent, intense as arousal began to build up in their circuits.
Panting softly, Prowl broke their kiss with a gasp, hands stilling over Jazz's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his spark beneath.
"What's wrong?" Jazz murmured, inhaling deeply to calm his intakes, a faint furrow of worry creasing his brow.
Shaking his helm, Prowl smiled faintly, bringing a hand up to cup Jazz's cheek. "Nothing's wrong, I just... don't want us to move too fast too soon."
Leaning forward and nuzzling the black and gold ninja fondly, Jazz pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "We go as slow as you want, Prowl. I'm just happy t' be with you."
Meeting his earnest gaze, Prowl's visor dimmed in shyness as he bowed his helm slightly. "Lie with me?"
Grinning and stealing another kiss, Jazz chuckled with affection. "Thought you'd never ask." Pulling away from the darker ninja, Jazz shuffled onto the far edge of the berth, close to the wall and held out a hand beckoning Prowl closer.
Curling his fingers around the offered hand, Prowl climbed slowly, nervously onto the berth and eased himself into lying down beside the soothing warmth of the guardsmech. They lay side by side for some time, neither one feeling the urge to say anything, simply just enjoying the moments, luxuriating in the other's closeness.
Exhaling softly, Prowl finally turned onto his side to face Jazz. The white ninja followed suit and brought a hand up to rest innocently above Prowl's hip. Shifting closer still, Jazz curled his arm about Prowl's waist, resting the flat of his palm on the small of his back, idly tracing light circles over his backstruts.
Prowl's visor dimmed and he purred softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, feeling more relaxed than he had done since he could remember. Humming quietly, he moved as close as he could to Jazz without making them uncomfortable, content to just lie with him, feel his arms around him, holding him close.
"What are you thinking?" Jazz murmured into his audio, nuzzling with a soft hum of contentment.
"Mm... how good this feels..."
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more." Jazz grinned and stole a deep sensuous kiss, glossa flicking over well kissed lips, seeking more.
Obliging his lover's wordless request, Prowl's lips parted, his own glossa meeting Jazz's as he slipped past his lips. Sliding over his glossa, Jazz explored his mouth slowly, languidly, taking his time, swallowing Prowl's soft whimper of pleasure as the darker mech returned the favour with increasing urgency. Glossae danced and pressed for dominance, each one seeking the taste of the other, igniting a fire in their bodies as once again they got carried away, losing themselves in the heat of lust and need.
"Prowl..." Jazz broke the kiss with a whisper of his lover's name, intakes shallow and rapid as he rested his helm against Prowl's, letting out a soft mewl of denied want. "Need t' cool down..."
Nodding in agreement, intakes also panting, Prowl pulled away slightly, shifting to lie on his front, propping his helm up with his arms folded. "Jazz... will you tell me about your journey?"
Grateful for the light distraction from the screaming arousal threatening to consume his senses, Jazz smiled and sat up to remove the items he'd gathered.
"What are these?" Prowl blinked in surprise.
"Gifts mostly." Jazz grinned. "This one is a programme from a concert I kinda took part in."
"You were in a concert?"
"Sort of." Jazz shrugged slightly, moving to sit cross-legged next to Prowl's still laid out frame. "Their sound system blew, I was in the right place at the right time."
Taking the offered programme, Prowl smiled as he read through the show itinerary and the cast list with Jazz's name hand written in at the back, along with their very personal message to the ninja. "Seems like you did more than simply turned up at the right time, Jazz."
Chuckling, Jazz accepted the programme back and placed it on the berth. "They were just grateful." Glancing up at Prowl, his smile widened. "You know, I think you'd love one of their shows, a real eclectic mix of music and plot, I could find out where they are and get us tickets if you'd like t' go with me."
Visor brightening, Prowl matched Jazz's smile. "I'd love to go."
"Excellent. I'll make su--"
"--What's this?" Prowl interrupted, picking up the black ninja doll carefully.
Squirming slightly, Jazz grinned and shrugged again. "Met this femme, she wanted t' help some orphaned younglings so I helped and one of the lil' sparks gave me this."
"Why?"
"She said, I can keep her friend until I find the friend I lost." Brushing his fingers over the fabric, Jazz's grin showed no signs of fading. "Guess I ought t' return it now huh?"
Prowl handed it back and pillowed his helm against his folded arms. "Mm, I'd say your journey was just about done, wouldn't you?"
At Prowl's murmur, Jazz unfolded and lay back down, optics fixed on the contented face of his new found mech. "I'd say so."
"They gave you wonderful gifts." Prowl murmured sleepily.
"Kept me going, not all of them were physical gifts either, I learned a few things out there too, gave me hope."
"Of that I'm exceedingly glad and forever grateful." Prowl sighed in reply, nuzzing his mech one more. "It's a day late according to Earth tradition but I have a present in my quarters for you to have tomorrow if you're willing?"
"Aw, mech you didn't have to."
"I know. Yet I still wanted to."
"In that case, I can't wait t' open it." Jazz grinned, laying on his side once more, wrapping an arm about Prowl to tug him onto his side, bringing him to lay beside him as he rolled onto his back, Prowl's helm resting comfortable on his chest.
Recharge claimed them both soon after and when Jazz stirred some hours later, morning light seeping through his skylight, he smiled squeezing the mech still lying in his arms. Lifting a finger to gently caress a black helm, Jazz whispered to the still sleeping mech. "You're the only gift I ever want."
Chapter: 26 of 31
Author: wicked3659
Verse: TFA
Rating: PG13
Word count:
Prompt: Day twenty six - gift giving
Warnings: fluff, kissing, mild slash/intimacy
Other Characters: none
Summary: Willing to leave everything behind on a whim and a dream, Jazz follows his spark to search for the one part that he never knew had been missing all along.
A/N: The start of my December challenge. A fic written just for the occasion, each prompt is one chapter. This is based on a bunny given to me by and written for vejiraziel may you get the December you deserve. Thank you for your encouragement and this little bunny. <3
Chapter 26 - Gift Giving.
It didn't matter to either of them which of their rooms they ended up in, all that mattered was that they were in it together. The initial terror of taking that first step had subsided to become something more of a nervous anticipation. They had talked quietly on the way back to the room - choosing Jazz's for the extra privacy - stealing subtle fond glances at one another en-route.
Now they sat on the edge of Jazz's berth, their mouths locked once more in a tender kiss. Their hands slowly mapping the curves and lines of their frames, visors dim with enjoyment as they pressed closer, caught up in the moment, their kiss becoming more fervent, intense as arousal began to build up in their circuits.
Panting softly, Prowl broke their kiss with a gasp, hands stilling over Jazz's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his spark beneath.
"What's wrong?" Jazz murmured, inhaling deeply to calm his intakes, a faint furrow of worry creasing his brow.
Shaking his helm, Prowl smiled faintly, bringing a hand up to cup Jazz's cheek. "Nothing's wrong, I just... don't want us to move too fast too soon."
Leaning forward and nuzzling the black and gold ninja fondly, Jazz pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "We go as slow as you want, Prowl. I'm just happy t' be with you."
Meeting his earnest gaze, Prowl's visor dimmed in shyness as he bowed his helm slightly. "Lie with me?"
Grinning and stealing another kiss, Jazz chuckled with affection. "Thought you'd never ask." Pulling away from the darker ninja, Jazz shuffled onto the far edge of the berth, close to the wall and held out a hand beckoning Prowl closer.
Curling his fingers around the offered hand, Prowl climbed slowly, nervously onto the berth and eased himself into lying down beside the soothing warmth of the guardsmech. They lay side by side for some time, neither one feeling the urge to say anything, simply just enjoying the moments, luxuriating in the other's closeness.
Exhaling softly, Prowl finally turned onto his side to face Jazz. The white ninja followed suit and brought a hand up to rest innocently above Prowl's hip. Shifting closer still, Jazz curled his arm about Prowl's waist, resting the flat of his palm on the small of his back, idly tracing light circles over his backstruts.
Prowl's visor dimmed and he purred softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips, feeling more relaxed than he had done since he could remember. Humming quietly, he moved as close as he could to Jazz without making them uncomfortable, content to just lie with him, feel his arms around him, holding him close.
"What are you thinking?" Jazz murmured into his audio, nuzzling with a soft hum of contentment.
"Mm... how good this feels..."
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more." Jazz grinned and stole a deep sensuous kiss, glossa flicking over well kissed lips, seeking more.
Obliging his lover's wordless request, Prowl's lips parted, his own glossa meeting Jazz's as he slipped past his lips. Sliding over his glossa, Jazz explored his mouth slowly, languidly, taking his time, swallowing Prowl's soft whimper of pleasure as the darker mech returned the favour with increasing urgency. Glossae danced and pressed for dominance, each one seeking the taste of the other, igniting a fire in their bodies as once again they got carried away, losing themselves in the heat of lust and need.
"Prowl..." Jazz broke the kiss with a whisper of his lover's name, intakes shallow and rapid as he rested his helm against Prowl's, letting out a soft mewl of denied want. "Need t' cool down..."
Nodding in agreement, intakes also panting, Prowl pulled away slightly, shifting to lie on his front, propping his helm up with his arms folded. "Jazz... will you tell me about your journey?"
Grateful for the light distraction from the screaming arousal threatening to consume his senses, Jazz smiled and sat up to remove the items he'd gathered.
"What are these?" Prowl blinked in surprise.
"Gifts mostly." Jazz grinned. "This one is a programme from a concert I kinda took part in."
"You were in a concert?"
"Sort of." Jazz shrugged slightly, moving to sit cross-legged next to Prowl's still laid out frame. "Their sound system blew, I was in the right place at the right time."
Taking the offered programme, Prowl smiled as he read through the show itinerary and the cast list with Jazz's name hand written in at the back, along with their very personal message to the ninja. "Seems like you did more than simply turned up at the right time, Jazz."
Chuckling, Jazz accepted the programme back and placed it on the berth. "They were just grateful." Glancing up at Prowl, his smile widened. "You know, I think you'd love one of their shows, a real eclectic mix of music and plot, I could find out where they are and get us tickets if you'd like t' go with me."
Visor brightening, Prowl matched Jazz's smile. "I'd love to go."
"Excellent. I'll make su--"
"--What's this?" Prowl interrupted, picking up the black ninja doll carefully.
Squirming slightly, Jazz grinned and shrugged again. "Met this femme, she wanted t' help some orphaned younglings so I helped and one of the lil' sparks gave me this."
"Why?"
"She said, I can keep her friend until I find the friend I lost." Brushing his fingers over the fabric, Jazz's grin showed no signs of fading. "Guess I ought t' return it now huh?"
Prowl handed it back and pillowed his helm against his folded arms. "Mm, I'd say your journey was just about done, wouldn't you?"
At Prowl's murmur, Jazz unfolded and lay back down, optics fixed on the contented face of his new found mech. "I'd say so."
"They gave you wonderful gifts." Prowl murmured sleepily.
"Kept me going, not all of them were physical gifts either, I learned a few things out there too, gave me hope."
"Of that I'm exceedingly glad and forever grateful." Prowl sighed in reply, nuzzing his mech one more. "It's a day late according to Earth tradition but I have a present in my quarters for you to have tomorrow if you're willing?"
"Aw, mech you didn't have to."
"I know. Yet I still wanted to."
"In that case, I can't wait t' open it." Jazz grinned, laying on his side once more, wrapping an arm about Prowl to tug him onto his side, bringing him to lay beside him as he rolled onto his back, Prowl's helm resting comfortable on his chest.
Recharge claimed them both soon after and when Jazz stirred some hours later, morning light seeping through his skylight, he smiled squeezing the mech still lying in his arms. Lifting a finger to gently caress a black helm, Jazz whispered to the still sleeping mech. "You're the only gift I ever want."