https://archiveofourown.org/works/81741781
Hope you enjoy :D
It was only three vorns later after their Conjux Ritus that Prowl started showing small signs of affection in public before Jazz even made the first step. The first time it happened was when Jazz asked Prowl for advice on which route would be more fuel efficient to get and collect more supplies on the way to get back on Cybertron.
They were both close to each other, platings touching even, and then Prowl slightly rested his chin on Jazz's shoulder while calculating the possible route. It took him aback for a click only for his audial sensors to vibrate in contempt, it took him even more power not to giggle. Prowl's deep giggle took him by surprise and Jazz could not contain the deep rev that came from his engine, Prowl gave him the answer he needed and left the room. Jazz audial sensors went haywire with happiness and he became bashful after Thundercracker’s obvious remark about his not so subtle excited rev. To which Jazz only answered a flustered “SHUUUUUUT”
The second time it happened they were both in a meeting and Prowl subtly rubbed his pede on his leg, making him shiver and when Jazz glanced at his Conjux he had a very small smile, just visible enough for Jazz to see. Prowl side audial rotors moved and stilled for a sec then started again. He was able to control his engine then but not his spark as Ironhide sideeyed him to only smirk and puff out a quiet laugh, which succeeded to make his face plate flushed a deep blue, he then placed his servo to try and hide it but not enough as Rodimus asked him if he was okay to continue the meeting. To which he lied, cursing himself for lying to a Prime but he would not let Prowl fluster him this easily again.
[Prowl : Flustered already?~]
Jazz did not expect such a…flirty message from him, in front of Rodimus too! Fragging RODIMUS! He might be a Prime but a noisy one at that, he then also noticed the look Megatron was giving him, his frame clasped quietly on his protoform in fear and then in embarrassment as he noticed the Ex-Warlord an approving nod of their relationship.
At the end of the day, he wasn’t able to get that soft and delicate smile on the usual cold and stern face of his gorgeous Praxian. Both of them had their own room, they still somewhat wanted private time on their own, which Prowl found logical (of course) but the Praxian wasn’t closed off to the idea of either of them sleeping in each other’s hab, to which Jazz spark hummed happily.
Jazz was happily humming a new earth song he found, called Provider by Sleep Token to which he found some peace and serenity, the music and vocals felt like warm solvent dripping down his platings, it also felt like gentle servos were holding his spark as if someone found it in an ancient temple and made it their sworn oath to protect it with their life. Optics offlined and sighing from time to time while thinking of Prowl. Yup, that was perfect. He wanted to be the one providing to the person he loved most, he was thinking about a little date night idea when his audial horns buzzed, warning someone was close.
-Jazz, how are you? May I talk to you for a moment?
The soft and professional voice of First Aid made his doorwings move up, he onlined his optics and turned to look at the medic.
-I’m good thanks and yeah, what’s up? He said cheerfully.
-Can we talk in private?
Jazz’s smile slowly dropped at that request, making him fear the worst. He always thought about the worst and the best case scenario, but right now the bad ones were processing at light speed in his head, making a “processor temperature warning” pop up, which he immediately shooed away.
-Is it that bad? Jazz asked a bit unsure, his smile now gone.
-it’s just, uhh…
First Aid raised his hand to his visor and rubbed it as if he had a nose, he looked like old Ratchet doing this. Jazz was waiting for an answer and First Aid was just fumbling at trying to find the right words to describe the situation that Jazz had NO information on. The poor bot was rambling about how it was easy when Ratchet was there with him and how easy it should be for him aaaaaand so on. After almost 3 minutes of rambling, First Aid finally managed to speak up.
-It’s…sensitive? Yeah, yeah. It's just a more sensitive subject to talk about. It’s, umm, it's about your forge seal.
Jazz wings dropped in relief hearing that information, the young medic was just uncomfortable and not worried, he sighed and smiled softly.
-Did ya really have to turn around the bush that much to tell me that? He giggled lightly, tilting his helm and smiling.
-It’s the first time I have to do it without Ratchet, it’s kinda weird not having him around. He replied annoyed, Jazz noticed a hint of sadness in his tone.
Ratchet shortly left trying to find his Conjux and all his responsibilities fell on the young medic’s shoulders. The kid was strong at hiding his emotions but Jazz knew he was tired and exhausted by the stupidity of some of the crew. Jazz then noticed that FirstAid started twiddling with digits, a nervous tic that the young Hexian picked up after a while of being the only medic on board the Lost Light, Jazz visor brightened slightly.
-is…there something else you might want to tell me? Jazz asked carefully, as if he was trying to pet a very nervous cyber deer.
-yeah actually, I’ll also need to check Prowl’s forge chamber. He added quietly, he sounded more composed.
-I’ll tell him to pass by the med bay after his forced nap. Jazz joked, but while getting up his wings picked up on a very faint binary signal, only to realize that the medic sent him an encrypted file, a heavy encrypted file.
He never knew the medic had the knowledge to encrypt a message with such finesse in a short matter of time. He frowned and glanced at First Aid whose frame was slightly tightening in anxiety. He swallowed nervously, he took a vent to calm and cool down his running spark. He then opened the strange binary message only to freeze, mouth agape, his whole frame clasped on his protoform making a loud “clack” after reading the last paragraph.
This… No, nope. No way! This hasn’t happened in close to a hundred millennia!
-Aid, did you talk about this to Megatron, Magnus and Rodimus? He said calmly, lightly grabbing the medics arm and dragging him along with him.
-I haven’t done it yet, plus I don’t have Megatrons comm. He replied dead pan.
Jazz mouth pressed into a thin line. Rrrrrright he completely forgot about that. Doesn’t matter cause he was already walking them to Magnus office. He really wasn’t having it, especially since they were just three cycles away from a solar storm.
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Prowl was focusing on some important documents about their next stop to fuel and wait out the solar storm that was about to hit the DLK-04 system. Or at least he was trying to, he had a weird sensation close to his spark for a while now. He felt more restless at night, especially before recharge, it annoyed him to not know why or what was causing him to act like he’s been acting these few cycles. He was openly flirting with Jazz, like very obviously too. Which he never really does in public, at least not first.
He never flirted that strongly too, when he was near Jazz he just had to see him blush, to hear his engine rev in excitement, see him flushed, see his audial sensors vibrates happily as he thought about them overloading and him absolutely eating his valve then his spike out, wanting to hear him moan and scream his name to cherish him. A message in his HUD made him freeze.
[charge for overload at 78%]
Prowl charged himself from 10% to 75% in a minute… he slammed the table so brutally that Brainstorm just spun around his eyes bright and his servo across his spark chamber.
-What the frag Prowl?! He shrieked, You never do tha- Uuu…why are your wings doing that? Brainstorm asked, motioning his fingers back and forth to Prowl’s door wings.
-What do you me-
Prowl stopped his question as soon as he saw them fluttering in a very, very, very intimate pattern. His optics shot wide, he rapidly started to override this, this movement as Prowls vents turned on. He was now blushing heavily, stumbling and failing his overrides over and over again until it worked. He turned into a flustered and grumbling mess as he buried his face into his servos, what is going on!!!
He could feel Brainstorm field sending [confused/alarmed/intrigued] pulse, Prowl was not gonna give him the satisfaction of having witnessed a flustered meltdown. His own tacnet was giving a headache as it was running calculations as to what happened and he was too flustered to stop them. His own mind was feeding him fantasy about Jazz and the need to frag the pit out of him, until he was full of his transfluid, until he was his. His fans started again, louder this time, and Prowl groaned, defeated by his own processor.
He didn’t know why he was reacting like this, reacting so intensely, his wing picked up a strange vibration in the air and he turned around to see…Brainstorm was filming, he was filming.
He didn’t even realize it but his engine revved and his spark started spinning fast. A game of cat and mouse then ensued, the scientist's field was bubbling with excitement and fear as he realized that Prowl was very angry, the best way to describe what he was seeing was that he was looking at an angry owl fluffing his feather to make himself bigger and he had the look of a lion ready to pounce. Prowl started chasing after him, trying to grab the recording device, furious and flustered.
-Wow wow wow wow, why are you CHASING ME AH! Brainstorm giggled and yelped as Prowl almost catched him. The mechs that were at the deck board above started to get over to the rail to see what was happening. Only to see a very angry and strangely very flustered Prowl whose door wings were vibrating and fluttering rapidly in specific patterns and a very giggly and energetic Brainstorm with a video camera.
Blaster was watching them chase each other around the table like humans watching a tennis ball going across the field. Starwheel joined and started placing bet on what would happened, Swerved started a different bet and, very quickly, half the mechs started betting that Brainstorm would send the video to rewind before the tactician would be able to do anything to him and others bet that Prowl would eventually catch Brainstorm and would have a bad time and this only became the more likely outcome as they heard the tactician angrily shouting.
-BRAINSTOM I SWEAR TO PRIMUS THAT IF YOU DONT DELETE THIS DAMN VIDEO I WILL SEND YOU TO THE ALLSPARK MYSELF!
-Delete this precious footage of you being flustered? ABSOLUTELY NOT AHAHA!
-BRAINSTORM!!
Panicked giggles and annoyed pleas filled the room and then Blaster started recording too. Most of the mechs tried not to laugh too loud or they were just silently dying of laughter, some of the time had to leave the room to laugh and curious mechs started to get in and a big crowd was now watching the scene. Prowl didn’t like this game of chase, not one bit. He grew more angry by the second and the second he was close enough to Brainstorm his processor went blank in anger. He was seeing red.
Most mechs knew that Prowl could be cold and sometimes seen as harsh and emotionless but to the point of seeing him ram Brainstorm into the wall so hard that the wall creaked made them freeze, the room was now quiet. Everyone felt that something was off with their Tacticians behaving so aggressively towards a little joke, also him being flustered so much should have been a sign that something was off.
Prowl came back to his senses as he started feeling faint and exhausted, venting heavily. He then noticed the dent in the wall, he frowned not knowing where it came from and turned to see a terrified Brainstorm, also heavily venting. Prowl Spark suddenly skipped a rotation. Did he do that? He looked anxiously back at the wall and back at Brainstorm and the horrifying reality hit him hard.
-a..are.are you okay? Did I-
-I am fine, nothing major. Brainstorm said softly, visibly shaking by his sudden aggressiveness. Are you okay? You seem out of it, I'm sorry.
Prowl wasn’t totally aware but he was shaking, his vision was getting unstable and dark on the side he was barely able to hear Magnus as his awareness was getting unstable.
-What’s happening? Prowl whispered horrified, servo shaking.
OMG I FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER AAAAAAAAA
So at first, this was just supposed to be a short JazzProwl fic, but then an idea just popped up and here we are :3
(Its just gonna go downhill from here trust)
