Hey Guys. I'm back with a new story and not updating my others :/ I promise I'm still working on them, I just have writers blockishness...

Anyway! I hope you like this new one, it'll be two chapters :)

The ship should have been fine to get them to the next outpost in thirteen cycles. Should being the operative word.

An unexpected meteor belt had thrown that out the proverbial window. Thankfully emergency protocols had allowed them to repair the damaged hull without losing any life. Unfortunately the ship hadn't survived quite so well. Four of the six thrusters had been damaged by the space debris along with one main engine and two sub-engines. Externally located systems had been compromised as well. The resulting fallout had sent the crew into a frenzy to stabilize the life support and gravity systems.

Unfortunately some of the completely necessary systems were not able to be fully reinitialized. Freezing temperatures forced the Autobots inside to huddle in groups to preserve body heat. The only mechs not sitting together were the command staff and those required to keep the ship operational.

"Prowl, the secondary energon processing unit has been repaired. I don't know what quality of we'll get out of it though."

"Quality is not what I'm concerned about. Keeping the crew online and healthy is more important than taste. Everyone is to be on survival rations."

Smokescreen nodded and made a note on his datapad. Prowl watched for a moment before returning his attention to the increasing list of problems that were coming to light. A distress signal had been broadcasted but Prowl wasn't satisfied. Operating on its remaining engines and thrusters the ship would make the thirteen cycle trip in forty-two cycles. A long time to be trapped on a small transport full of soldiers with minimal heating and subpar energon that would be quickly running out.

A familiar form entered the main room the mechs were huddled in. Jazz strolled around the groups, checking on the bots and giving out information when asked. He sidled up to Prowl.

"I got bad news, only a handful of bots are even considerin' goin inta stasis."

"I suspected as much." Prowl replied. "The secondary energon unit has been fixed, we may just survive to reach Ultra Magnus' unit."

"'Just survive'? That doesn' fill me with the warm fuzzies, Prowler."

"It does not fill me with confidence either. Our odds have increased since the second energon unit has now become operational. I did not relish the idea of sending mechs into the hold to get it manually. "

Jazz shuddered and Prowl wondered how he could make it look charming. "That's a job I ain't takin', I'd rather be in stasis."

"It will not come to that." Prowl reassured him. "For now we need to focus on keeping as much heat as possible inside this room. I have arranged the shifts to switch out at the same time so the doors are not opening constantly. All communication between teams will be over radio."

"My team has distributed the thermal blankets, should help those doin' repairs and the pilot." He held out a ball of material. "Here, I've already handed out the rest."

Prowl smiled, a tiny lift of his lips. "Thank you, Jazz. That will be extremely helpful for keeping morale up. I'm concerned that our mechs will not handle this hardship with grace."

Jazz laughed. "Grace? Mech we'll be lucky if they haven' torn each part in boredom."

Prowl frowned, uncomfortably sure his friend was right. The bots they had on board were combat trained and ready. Frontliners were a tough model to keep restrained for extended periods of time. They liked to be physically active. Many practiced their close combat skills when bored, unfortunately that also meant they had a tendency to do a fair bit of damage.

Prowl draped the thermal material over his doorwings. He would use it properly once he settled down to recharge. The extra warmth on the highly sensitive plating eased the growing ache. Soon he would have to fold them down, it made him feel blind but it would help conserve energy. Logic dictated that he do everything to conserve as much energy as possible yet he was reluctant to reduce his sensory input until absolutely necessary.

Prowl jumped as a hand touched his arm sometime later.

"Ya know, it would be better if ya tried to recharge sittin' down."

He turned to see Jazz grinning at him. Prowl looked around to see he had been standing near a corner half offline.

"I suppose that would be more effective."

Jazz laughed and eased down the wall. Prowl followed suit moments later, removing the thermal blanket and folding his doorwings down across his back.

"I didn' know ya could do that."

"It would be unnecessarily uncomfortable if I could not." Prowl repiled, making himself comfortable on the floor. Or as comfortable as he could be surrounded by unyielding metal.

Jazz motioned him forward and held his cover against the wall. Prowl leaned back into the offered material, it lessened the harsh cold of the wall on his sensors.

"Thank you."

Jazz settled the far edge around his shoulders. "Mah pleasure. Just means we have to share yours as well."

Prowl held out his blanket obligingly and Jazz scooched closer, his thigh pressed against Prowl's lightly. He controlled the shiver that threatened to run through his body.

He draped the fabric over them and immediately felt the soothing warmth of their combined body heat. Jazz snuggled closer and grinned up at him.

"Recharge well, Prowler. I have the next shift, I'll try not to wake ya."

Prowl nodded. "I will be attempting to navigate next shift, please wake me."

Jazz laughed softly and snuggled closer, resting his head on Prowl's shoulder. Prowl watched the saboteur's visor go dark as he slipped into recharge.
He rested his head back against the wall and allowed his recharge protocols to activate.

Warmth filled every part of his body, the comfort of that warmth was lulling him back to recharge while a niggling thought kept his processor from reinitializing. Why was he so warm when the ship was on the verge of freezing?

Jazz slowly onlined his optics and had to reboot. He was laying on Prowl, one of his arms was wrapped around Prowl's waist while the other was across his chest and their legs were tangled together. He could feel a hand resting on his hip and another on the arm draped over Prowl's chest. The blankets they had used to keep the heat in were now securely wrapped around them, a cocoon of warmth and closely packed body parts.

The warmth beckoned Jazz back into recharge but he refused the temptation, he was more interested in the mech under him. The thought sent delightful shivers through his core.

Prowl looked younger in recharge, his brow didn't have that little furrow in the middle of it and his mouth wasn't as tense. Actually his lips were slightly parted and they shined as puffs of warm air caused condensation on the cool metal.

Jazz smiled and brought his head back down onto Prowl's shoulder. He wondered what it would be like to wake up in these arms everyday, to slip into recharge knowing he wouldn't be alone when the cycle started. A happy sigh left his lips and Jazz snuggled closer. Once Prowl was awake he wouldn't get this close again unless he was overcharged and Prowl supported him to his quarters.

His mind still lost in his fantasy, Jazz didn't realize that he was tracing designs on Prowl's chassis until it moved. He froze, his hand splayed on white plating as Prowl shifted slightly. Jazz felt the hand on his hip tighten and pleasurable sensations ran up his backstrut.

Prowl groaned softly, the sound making Jazz purr. The hand shifted along his arm to his hand, the gentle caress sending shivers of delight through him. Prowl's body moved further, plating sliding against Jazz's in sweet friction that sent his processor whirling into inappropriate territory.

That just meant he was taken by surprised when the form under him moved again and Jazz was suddenly caught under the other black and white. Visor flashing in shock, Jazz was only able to stare as Prowl looked down at him with optics still dark with recharge. Jazz tried to push at Prowl's chest but he was restrained by the tightness of the blankets, his arms trapped between him and Prowl.

"Prowl, what are ya doin'?" Jazz's voice came out hushed, his sensor-net flushed with the feeling of a heated body pressing him into the floor.

Prowl shifted, one of his knees edging up between Jazz's thighs. The contact sending bolts of heat to his spark.

"Prowl...?" His voice shook as desire for the mech above him skyrocketed.

"You're very talkative for a dream."

Jazz stared, stunned into silence for once. Dream? Prowl dreamed of him?

He was saved from answering by the very talented lips of the Tactical Director. Prowl kissed him slowly, drawing a soft moan from Jazz as he was tenderly assaulted. His head was quickly becoming hazy with pleasure as Prowl set off his sensors, claiming all his attention with the extended contact. His vents laboured, filling their little cocoon with even more heat.

Jazz gasped, needing to intake cool air while all his vents were collecting was their radiating heat. Prowl, ever the skilled opportunist, took advantage of Jazz's opening, sliding his glossa into Jazz's mouth. If Jazz could have flailed he would have, or he might have clutched Prowl closer. He arched as much as could into the handsome mech above him.

Prowl continued to claim Jazz's mouth with a dedication Jazz had only seen him display while planning. It was intoxicating, being the focus of Prowl's sensual conquest.

Jazz's hands clenched on whatever part of Prowl he could get a hold of. He pushed up into Prowl, no longer wanting to get out of the blankets but responding to Prowl's kiss. His glossa met and matched the Praxians' as they ground against each other.

Jazz finally got a chance to clear his processor as Prowl left his lips and moved to his neck. This had gotten far out of control, soon they'd be interfacing right here on the floor with a large collection of Autobots just mecano-meters away.

He was going to hate himself for this later. "Prowl, ya have to stop."

Prowl wasn't listening, he was busy running his glossa over the sensitive cables of Jazz's neck.

"Prowler, ya gotta stop before we do somethin'."

Not that Jazz could really remember why he was trying to stop Prowl from doing whatever he wanted. That surprisingly talented mouth was stripping his desire to do anything but open his panel to Prowl and begin a data exchange.

"Very talkative." Prowl rumbled at him. "Dreams are not supposed to talk."

Jazz groaned at the sultry tone. "Ah really really hate to break it to ya, Prowl, but this ain't a dream."

Prowl froze over him, the darkened optics flickered once before lighting up properly and Jazz could see comprehension in those azure depths. He almost regretted saying anything when Prowl pulled back, shock and horror replacing the desirous expression.

Jazz reached for him as Prowl retreated further, his hands gripping at the white edges of his chest armour. His hold on the metal wasn't strong enough and Prowl wriggled out of his grasp.

The Praxian struggled to get free of the confining blankets but managed to do so before Jazz could renew his efforts to trap him. Prowl was quickly far away from him, backing into the partition they had found the blankets behind.

Jazz jumped to his feet and followed, angling his steps to herd Prowl into the enclosed area. There was no way he was letting Prowl get away with kissing him like that then escaping. Unicron would have to eat Cybertron before he let that happen.

Prowl didn't seem to realize that he was being manipulated until Jazz stood at the open end of the box. His 'superior officer' stared at him with a conflicted expression. He could see despair sitting over the top of a decent amount of lust. Jazz's engine revved and his spark surged; he was going to have Praxian for dinner tonight.

"I apologize, Jazz. My behaviour was inappropriate."

Jazz grinned. "Ya behaviour was fine, Prowler. Ya thought you were havin' a dream... What I am curious about," He slinked forward, resting his hands on the finely made chest. "Is how long ya've been dreamin'a me and didn' tell me."

Prowl looked uncomfortable his optics flicking around the small hideaway. "Please let me leave."

"Nah, not till ya answer my question."

Prowl avoided his gaze but Jazz was having none of that. He could see just what Prowl wanted to deny, could feel the same thing burning hot in his spark.

"How long have ya been dreamin' of me, Prowler?"

Prowl winced and Jazz pressed in closer, the icy temperatures that had begun to fill his body now dissipated by the Prowl-induced heat. He leaned into Prowl, letting him take some of his weight. Prowl's hands automatically coming up to support him and making Jazz purr gently.

"I wonder if it's as long as I've been dreamin' o'ya."

Surprise covered Prowl's face and Jazz pushed up to catch his lips in a short kiss. Heat flared in his spark as Prowl's hands tightened on him. When he leaned back Jazz saw Prowl's face was still locked in a stunned expression, his optics wide and unfocused.

Jazz bit back his grin and wrapped his arms around Prowl's waist, the movement bringing the other mech out of his stall.

"Jazz, I…we…"

"Shhh, Prowler. It's okay, I ain't gonna force ya if ya don' want me. Although from the way ya were molestin' me on the floor, I think ya do." Jazz teased, his fingers stroking along the shivering panels under them.

"What I want is irrelevant. We are officers and cannot get involved."

Jazz's brow rose. That was an unspoken rule left over from Sentinel Prime's days; Optimus Prime wasn't the sort to enforce it though. Jazz knew of plenty of couples in leadership positions; Prime's semi-obvious flirting with Elita-1 was a dead give-away of their involvement.

But Prowl was Prowl, and Prowl didn't bend in his idea of 'right' unless impressively convinced. The question now was; was Jazz capable of impressively convincing the serious mech to change his mind?

His confidence was boosted by the fact that Prowl hadn't let go of him yet.

"Well, how about I tell ya what I want and we'll see if we can find a compromise?"

A wary light entered Prowl's optics but he didn't attempt to get away.

Jazz increased the pressure of his hands, stroking up and down Prowl's back. "I want ya. I wanna wake up wit ya like we did just now. I wanna walk into ya office on base and lock the door 'cause I don' like bein' interrupted when I drive ya senseless. I wanna watch ya come undone under my hands and feel yours all over me."

Prowl's optics shuttered and he leaned into Jazz's hands. Jazz felt the heat in his systems begin to build again. He pulled Prowl closer and pressed his lips against Prowl's. The cold had returned to Prowl's derma and Jazz had a momentary thought that they might stick together. His worry as dissolved as Prowl returned his kiss, mouth moving gently in concert with Jazz's. He moaned into Prowl's mouth as his fantasies came true in his arms.

Their lips parted and Jazz trailed kisses up to Prowl's audio sensor. "I want ya to hold me when a mission goes bad and give me something to look forward to when I'm in the medbay."

Prowl's arms wrapped around his back and Jazz thrilled that he'd gotten such a reaction.

"I want to look after ya when ya've worked yaself into recharge and I want to see ya smile. I'll even give ya an alibi when ya pull revenge pranks."

Prowl's brow rose and Jazz grinned.

"Yes, I know ya can give the Twins a run for their credits. An' do regularly." He moved his hands up over Prowl's chest to wind them around his neck. "Now that ya know what I want, what do you want?"

Jazz paused, biting at his lower lip as he waited for a response from the serious mech. He hoped Prowl wouldn't pull away from him now, not when all he'd dreamed of was right in his hands. They'd be an unexpected couple but Jazz's creators were distinctly different as well. At the same time Jazz didn't really care what anyone else thought of their relationship since only the two of them really mattered.

His fingers tightened on each other as anxiety swirled in his chest.

Prowl looked down at him, the minor height difference between them making it easy for Jazz to watch the flickering shades of Prowl's optics. He wasn't foolish enough to think that his own desires were enough to change Prowl's opinion on their own but they might get him to consider his own wants and needs. Jazz just hoped he fit into what Prowl wanted in the long run.

A white hand came up to cup Jazz's cheek; he leaned into the warming touch without breaking optic-contact.

"I do not wish to develop a deeper emotional attachment to you only to lose you on one of your missions."

Jazz's spark soared at the 'deeper emotional attachment' then fell as Prowl finished his sentence.

"I want the things you do but I would be rendered ineffective to Prime if you did not return."

Again Jazz's spark jumped and plummeted.

When it looked like Prowl wasn't going to continue Jazz loosened his grip and pulled his hands down. As much as he didn't want to let go of Prowl it was pointless to remain attached to him after that.

Jazz kept the pain in his spark carefully masked, this was hardly a surprise but the hope that had built since he'd found himself under Prowl now left him feeling raw.

He went to step away and couldn't hold back the disappointment he felt as Prowl's arms fell away.

The cold returned to his plating as he moved further back. "I'll, uh, see ya around, Prowl."

Jazz escaped, hurrying away from the closed off space while trying not to look like he running. In the main section of the room the frontliners were beginning to stir, more than a few of them remained curled around each other. Jazz's spark pulsed painfully as he fled the room, the memory of waking up with Prowl chasing him out.

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