Four Letter Word

Chapter 5

Here be smut and the end of the fic.

I am planning a sequel but I want to finish a few fics before I get to work on it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my amusement.

Summary: How Jazz and Prowl came together.

Warning: Drunken robots, confusion, m/m robots

Pairings: Jazz/ Prowl

Prowl's optics were wide with surprise, and he was speechless. Relief flooded every one of Jazz's circuits and he wrapped his arms around Prowl and pulled him tight. Partly out of reflex, Prowl hugged Jazz back. Any past anger was forgotten. It felt too good seeing Jazz again.

"Thank Primus for minibots," Jazz said after a while. "I would never have found you without them."

"What are you doing in Helix?" Prowl asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"This is where you said you were going," Jazz said. "I had to find you, so where else could I go?"

"I don't understand," Prowl said.

"I insulted you because I was scared," Jazz said. "I don't want anything to happen to you. But that wasn't fair to you. I've heard your resolve when you talk about the Autobots and you've be kind enough to put up with me, even though I haven't joined your cause. You didn't keep talking to me because you just wanted me to join up."

"No," Prowl replied. "But I insulted you worse."

"I upset you," Jazz said.

"Yes, but that isn't why I said it," Prowl explained. He sighed. "I wanted to push you away. I wanted to run away from you and I cut you down as a means to do it."

"Ouch," Jazz winced. "What changed your mind now?"

"Nothing," Prowl admitted. "Jazz, I don't know how to think around you. I'm running scared around you."

"Why?" Jazz asked.

"Because we want different things from each other," Prowl said. He stepped out of Jazz's arms. Leaving one hand over Jazz's spark chamber. "I can't just... I don't climb into a mech's berth just for the pleasure of it. I can't..."

"Ah Prowl," Jazz said with as serious an expression Prowl had ever seen. He clasped his hands around Prowl's and pulled them against his chassis. "Do you really think all I want from you is an overload?"

"Umm..." Prowl said dumbly. He blinked several times.

"Nope," Jazz laughed. "Sorry Sweetspark, but I want every last part of you. Your hands, your feet, your doorwings. And especially your spark. Just because I said it when I was a little drunk doesn't mean I didn't mean it. I love you, Prowl."

Prowl crashed. His optics slipped shut and he collapsed in a heap. Jazz caught him before he hit the floor, and sat on the floor with Prowl on his lap. Fear overwhelmed Jazz as he shook Prowl gently and pleaded with him to wake up. But he didn't. Jazz only breathed a small sigh of relief when he confirmed that Prowl was at least still functioning. He barely noticed that he couldn't stopped whispering Prowl's name, and he couldn't pull his optics away from Prowl's face. His hands moved to Prowl's face and he pleaded to Primus, to anyone for Prowl just to wake up.

Jazz didn't know what to do. He didn't know anyone in Helix and he had no way of contacting the Autobots. Though he could find his way back to the other safe house, Jazz refused to leave Prowl alone, offline and defenceless. All he could do was sit on the floor, holding Prowl against him and begging for him to just wake up. And he did, eventually. Jazz nearly wept as he watched Prowl open his optics and look up at him with confusion, and then understanding. With his hands on Prowl's face, Jazz felt the downed mech's face head up.

"I crashed," Prowl said evenly.

"Crashed?" Jazz said, his voice uneven with his still overwhelming panic.

"Yes," Prowl said. "I have a glitch. Sometimes I just. Crash."

"A glitch," Jazz repeated the words. "So you're okay?"

"Yes," Prowl said. "It doesn't hurt me. It's just inconvenient."

"And terrifying," Jazz said. "I thought you were dying."

"I'm fine," Prowl said. He sat up in Jazz's arms and turned to face him. "I promise."

"Okay," Jazz said, the panic hadn't yet begun to fade from his optics.

"It turns out we do want the same thing," Prowl said. He slipped his hands behind Jazz's face and kissed him.

At first Jazz didn't respond, stunned to inaction by Prowl's assertiveness. But it didn't take long for Jazz to brush off his surprise and dive fully into the kiss. He didn't want to pull away. He cupped his hands over Prowl's shoulders and lost himself in the moment. He finally broke from the kiss and leaned his forehead into Prowl's and looked into the other mech's lust clouded optics.

"So you love me?" Jazz asked.

"I do," Prowl replied. He stroked the tips of his fingers against the back of Jazz's neck. Jazz shut his optics and leaned back into Prowl's touch. "I'm sorry."

"So you really thought I was that loose?" Jazz asked. He kissed along the edge's of Prowl's helmet.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Prowl replied. "I'm sorry. I judged you before I really knew you."

"I can't blame you for getting that impression," Jazz said. "And you loved me pretty quick too. Besides, I was kinda forward with you from the word go."

"A little," Prowl said. His own optic's closed.

"Like when I nibbled on your neck the first time we met?" Jazz asked while he mimicked the aforementioned action. Prowl swallowed hard.

"Yes," Prowl said carefully.

"And when I just barely touched your doorwings?" Jazz asked, not just mimicking the action but properly rubbing circles along the sensitive edges of the wings. Prowl made a small sound and raised his doorwings to Jazz's touch. He shivered as his circuits began to overheat and flood with pleasure and lust.

"Yes," Prowl murmured. "Jazz."

"And when I breathed against your neck and kissed you," Jazz said, leaving small kisses along Prowl's face and neck as he breathed against Prowl's heated plating. "Whenever I got the chance."

"Jazz," Prowl said. He didn't know what he meant to say. All he could do was moan Jazz's name.

"I'm never going to stop kissing you," Jazz said. "Whenever I get a chance, I am going to kiss your beautiful mouth, or your perfect neck. I'm going to play with your doorwings to distract you when you are working too hard."

Prowl dragged his fingers along the sensitive joints of Jazz's shoulders, hoping to torture the other mech with the same painful pleasure that throbbed in his circuits. Jazz hummed against Prowl's face and shook with the growing ecstasy flooding his systems. He leaned in close and just basked in moment.

"We should go to my berth," Prowl said.

"Do you really want to?" Jazz asked.

"Oh very," Prowl replied. "Since you asked me to stay the night."

"Thank Primus we're on the same page," Jazz grinned, and helped Prowl up.

Neither mech took their hands off the other as they covered the short distance to Prowl's private room. Jazz took total control, the moment he saw Prowl's berth. From here on, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. First, he wanted Prowl on that berth, and Primus must have been in a great mood because Prowl didn't complain at all when Jazz half pushed/ have nudged him down.

"I'm going to memorize every inch of you," Jazz said as he stared down at Prowl, his optics were bright and wide with lust. Prowl couldn't have known how intoxicating he looked, leaning back on his hands, one knee bent, his own lust filled eyes looking back at Jazz. He didn't look wanton, this was so much better than wanton. He looked welcoming.

Jazz took Prowl's face in his hands, it was warm. Prowl was so perfect, right down to his blushing. There was a smile on Jazz's lips as he closed the meagre distance between him and Prowl, and kissed the other mech with all the love in him. Prowl returned the kiss with the same intensity and Jazz hummed his pleasure back at him. A gentle rhythm filled the room as Jazz turned his internal radios to the appropriate song. They didn't kiss to the music but the warm notes accentuated the emotions radiating from both mechs. Jazz dove deeper into Prowl, and pushed the object of his affections back against the berth. Prowl didn't resist, in fact he welcomed the chance to put his hands to better use, all over Jazz. He felt along the seams of Jazz's helmet and up to tease the pert horns that topped it. Jazz moaned into Prowl, leaving no room to doubt how sensitive those spots were. If Jazz gave Prowl the chance, the stoic mech would have him in pieces in minutes. Not that the idea was unpleasant but Jazz was a mech of his word and he was going to map Prowl's form with his fingers and his mouth.

Even though he was strung tight with anticipation and arousal, Jazz promised himself that he would take his time. He smoothed his fingers down Prowl's neck and began to knead his fingers along Prowl's shoulders, down the the seam where his door wings joined his back. Prowl arched his head back, breaking the kiss and gasped sharply. The rumble of his engine and the hiss of his intakes grew louder and faster. Jazz tasted Prowl's jaw, his nose and his chin. He gently smoothed his mouth around Prowl's partially shuttered optics. Prowl clutched the back of Jazz's head and moaned the other mech's name.

Jazz nearly fell apart at the way Prowl said his name. It was better than any music, in any galaxy. At this rate, he would never make it to Prowl's feet, at least not this round. That needy, wondrous cry drove the energon in his circuits hot.

"You have no idea how amazing you look," Jazz hummed breathlessly in Prowl's audios. "And how intoxicating you sound."

"Are you teasing me?" Prowl asked, his voice heavy with want. He drew circles over Jazz's sensory horns with his finger tips.

"Never," Jazz gasped and shuddered with pleasure. "I mean every word."

Prowl felt his intakes scream as his whole systems burned with pleasure at Jazz's words. His fans and intakes screamed and Prowl concluded it would only be fair if he could make Jazz feel just as overwhelmed and adored as he did. He teased Jazz's sensitive horns and smiled with a certain smugness as Jazz's own intakes roared to cool the other mech's heated systems. And both mechs did their best to drive each other mad. Prowl curled his fingers into the seams along Jazz's sides. Jazz sank his fingers into Prowl's hips. Desperate, demanding need drove them both; Jazz decided that mapping Prowl would take more than one 'face session. It wasn't in him to be disappointed. His fingers teased the seams of Prowl's codpiece. Jazz's own codpiece felt painfully tight as he traced leaking lubricant around the seams. The question was in his optics when he met Prowl's.

His answer was Prowl's ordering the protective plating to open, baring his valve and hardened cable to Jazz. Jazz looped one of his legs between Prowl's and flattened the rest of his body against Prowl and he kissed him deeply. Glossas sparred and Jazz teased the first of his fingers against the erogenous silver rim of Prowl's valve. Prowl was hot and wet with pleasure and the feeling of his valve tightening against Jazz's finger made the other mech groan languidly. Prowl's groan was more urgent. It had been a long time since he'd indulged in such activities, and he felt dangerously close to overloading just from the lightest of Jazz's touches. Jazz eased two fingers into him and Prowl quaked. A soft moan escaped Prowl and he toyed with Jazz's horns and he poured himself into the other's cry.

Neither mech was patient, each drawn so close to their limits. Jazz sank his burning cable into Prowl's equally burning valve and groaned as Prowl gasped. Simultaneously, both their chassis interface panels opened and greedily, needily, they found their interface cables and connected themselves in each other's ports. Sensory overload was imminent as both Jazz and Prowl were overwhelmed their processors opened to each other. Their thoughts ran together at a fevered pitch.

"Yes," Jazz begged aloud as a whisper of a thought from Prowl came to the forefront of his own mind. Prowl caught Jazz's hands as their spark chambers opened. As their sparks merged for the first time, they overloaded together.

"I'd better meet Optimus if I'm going to join up," Jazz said hours later.

"I can't ask you to do that," Prowl said. "You don't need to be an Autobot to be with me."

"You aren't asking me to do it," Jazz said. "There's nowhere you can go now where I won't be following you."

"You have an obsessive personality," Prowl said, deadpanned, though internally he grinned in pure joy. "We could die. One of us or both of us."

"Then I'm not going to waste a minute pretending it won't all be worth it," Jazz replied. "I'll be with you to the Pit and back, Sweetspark."

"You really need to stop calling me that," Prowl sighed. "The others will never let me hear the end of it."

"But I can call you it in private," Jazz asked, optics widening, and a huge grin plastered over his face.

"If you must," Prowl said, resigned.

"Oh I must," Jazz smiled. He curled his fingers over the edges of Prowl's doorwings and watched Prowl's optics glow. "Sweetspark, Sweetspark, Sweetspark."

End of fic

A/N. Consider reading the smut while listening to Head Over Heels by Alanis Morrissette. It's what I was listening to when I wrote it, and it fits.