Title: Ruidoso Down Time

Chapter: ONESHOT

Author: SomethingIDontknow

Rating: T (For some mechs-that-don't-actually-have-gender cuddling and a hint of smut)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, that's Mr. Michael Bay's. Lucky.

Author's Note: Obviously I wrote this in Ruidoso, NM. We went for a bit of a drive and the feel of those curves under my tires… couldn't help this happening. By the way, I know the continuity is confusing. This is hard to explain. Say it's time lapsed from G1, into the modern age. Jazz has his Bay-verse alt-mode. Yes, I made up Prowl's new alt-mode. There is reasoning behind it. In the service of artistic vision, we do this my way.

Summary: Prowl finally gets some time off and Jazz decides to show him his favorite 'hide out' in the mountains of New Mexico.

Jazz raced ahead of Prowl, turning the heads of a few passing drivers. Marveling at the police following so closely behind a sports car, both racing down the highway, without lights or sirens blaring. They sped over winding roads, though high mountains and panoramic valleys. Jazz was leading the way to a 'secret hideout' he'd discovered not long after they'd crash landed on earth.

That had been many years ago.

Today, Jazz was a sleek Pontiac Solstice, silver and low to the ground, hugging the curves of the road. A beautiful sight. Prowl, in keeping with his police car theme, was now a sharp black Dodge Challenger, replete with lights and Autobot Enforcer decals. Though less graceful than Jazz's streamlined figure, he had an intimidating bulk.

The rise and fall of the of the mountain road combined with the hairpin turns, left Prowl constantly guessing as he followed close behind his lover. He would be lying if he said driving so near him didn't offer some distraction. Jazz seemed to sense his focus, and flashed his emergency lights playfully before zooming ahead, leaving Prowl in his dust.

By the time he caught up to the silver mech, he was resting at a roadside park, awaiting his lover. Another impish flash of his headlights and he led the way down a deteriorating side road. Prowl hesitated a bare moment before following him, flashing on his headlights in the gloom of the forest and overcast skies.

Eight miles down the crumbling road, Jazz turned down a new path of gravel and white rock. ::Where are we going, Jazz?:: Prowl asked, breaking the comfortable radio silence that had stretched since they'd left the Ark. ::Ah told ya, Prowl, mah secret hideout.:: There was a smirk in his comm. Another two miles down the gravel road, Jazz transformed suddenly, rolling from the road into a wide space, clear of trees. He collapsed into the damp grass, tipping his helm up to smile cheekily up at Prowl, who stood over him, optic ridge raised. "This is mah secret hideout." Jazz grinned, gesturing vaguely across the clearing. "This is an empty field." the Praxian pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's mah empty field."

Hard to argue with that logic.

"But I see why you come out here." Prowl looked around, taking a deep invent of mountain air. Cold and sharp and delicious. The Praxian sighed, "It's beautiful."

"Yeah, ya are."

Prowl looked down sharply, meeting Jazz sweet smile. "You're such a tease." he smiled back. "Ah'm not." Jazz said, reaching up to pull Prowl to lie on the tall grass, "a tease don't plan on following though. Ah do." he rolled over the SIC, pressing their lip plates together sweetly. "You brought me all this way to seduce me?" Prowl breathed as they parted from a heated kiss, "you could have done that on the Ark." "Well, it wasn't tha whole plan, but as a bonus, ah'll take it." Jazz smirked and dipped his helm to take the first of many heated kisses that that day.

A/N: Short, and hopefully, sweet. Read and review my pretties.