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“Then you just, beat the devil out of it!”
Jazz could kinda understand Prowl’s love for this show. This curly haired human was relaxing to watch, and all he seemed to do was paint pretty pictures. It was relaxing, anyway. Given how hard it was snowing outside, Jazz had insisted that Prowl and him stay indoors. He was a smaller ride, so he didn’t handle cold as well as some of the big rigs. While Prowl pouted about it, it DID mean that they had the base to themselves. Everyone else wanted to go out, mainly for the sake of playing with Sari in the snow. The base was warm, the voice on the tv was low, and soothing, and he was cuddled right next to Prowl on the sofa, blanket covering them both.
“So, you plannin’ on painting now?”
“Mmm. Bulkhead thought it’d be a nice activity for the both of us. I don’t know much about it, hence why he wanted me to watch this. It’s very relaxing, at least, I could meditate to this.”
“I could tell, you barely moved since I put it on.”
Prowl was struggling to stay awake. They were both laying down, with Jazz letting his arm be used as a pillow by the smaller mech.
“I’m comfortable, especially with the one I love.”
Jazz chuckled, kissing the top of his head. Prowl chuckled a bit. Even after their months of dating, he still got just a bit shy when Jazz kissed him.
“You’re gonna crash out on me, Prowler?”
“I have...no idea what you mean.”
Prowl gave a light shake of his head, clearly trying to wake himself back up. Jazz chuckled. Prowl was a bit prideful, refusing to openly believe he was so comfortable, so vulnerable.
“You ain’t tired?”
“Not at all.”
“So...you’d stop me if I did somethin’ like this?”
Jazz pressed his lips against his neck, softly. One kiss, two kiss, three kiss. Each seemed to earn a soft chuckle from Prowl, who was clearly too tired to push him away. Though, he did put his hand on his chest, as if he was actually trying to push him away.
“Jazz, please.”
He was trying to sound serious, but it was hard to convey, given how he smiled, given how his body clearly wanted to fall asleep to those lips.
“Please, as in kiss you some more? Alright, you’re the boss.”
Prowl mumbled an amused ‘no’, only to crane his neck to the side, clearly letting Jazz have his space to do as he pleased.
“You’re TERRIBLE Jazz, just awful~”
“Says the cute little bot letting me kiss him.”
Prowl grumbled some clearly weak comeback, only letting Jazz continue. He always did love his lips, loved how not only were they soft, but they were genuinely affectionate.
“Bet you’d still smile like that when you fall asleep. You still want me to kiss you, make those dreams a lil sweeter?”
“You’re too much.”
Prowl covered his face in his palm, clearly a bit flustered under his touch. Small smile, rosy cheeks, weary optics past that visor. Jazz only kissed his palm, somehow making his lips travel up his arm, right back to his neck. Prowl never understood how he slithered his way back to just that sweet little spot. Sneaky little ninja, his Jazz.
“Hey Prowler? You remember the first time I slept in your berth?”
As if Prowl could ever forget. He gave a weak nod, before feeling Jazz’s hand slowly snake to his leg. Jazz’s hands were so soft, so nice against his slender legs. Jazz chuckled, pressing his lips so close to his audial.
“You remember how you let me touch you all night? And how long we kept kissin’?”
“You mean how long you kept pecking my lips. Even in my sleep.”
“Aw come on, baby, you act like you didn’t like it.”
Prowl didn't give him a response, starting to doze off. He was too comfy, too at ease with his lover. And for a moment, Jazz let him have that peace. The peace of soft kisses against his vulnerable neck, the soothing touches up his leg, all of which lulled him into a blissful serenity. Then Jazz moved, on top of Prowl, keeping himself propped up on his elbows. Jazz was looking at him with such adoration, just love, Prowl was certain he had fallen asleep, and was now dreaming.
"You wanna know what's WILD about that?"
"Hmm???"
"The fact that you STILL look as fine now, as you did then. I still can't believe I get to be with you. That I get to kiss you like this."
Jazz pressed his lips against Prowl's, softly groaning into it. Like a good cigarette, it was sweet, smooth. Something Jazz wanted a long, deep hit of. Prowl parted the kiss, cupping Jazz's cheek.
"You flatter me, my love. You're the only one I trust to be so weak against. So vulnerable...you’re precious to me."
"Baby, I'd give you the whole world, if I could."
"You COULD give me something just as good."
"Name it."
Prowl's hand moved from his cheek, before slowly roaming to his hand.
"Hold my hand, and kiss me until I fall asleep in your arms."
Jazz was more than happy to oblige. He gave his lips one final peck, before his lips were right back at his neck. They had been dating for some time (almost two years in fact), and Jazz was still nuts and bolts for him. He treasured him. Treasured their time together, especially alone. They weren't ashamed of each other in the slightest, but they preferred to keep to themselves. He knew that everyone would flip out if they knew. If someone caught them, Prowl's head hanging off the couch to receive his loving kisses, they'd make such a big-
"The frag?!"
Jazz was suddenly forced to stop as light flashed across his face. Bumblebee and Sari were but a foot or two away from the sofa, peering down at them both. There was a moment of silence, no one knowing what to say. Till Bee decided to break the silence.
"So...you and Prowl."
"Yep."
"For...a while?"
"Two years."
Prowl interjected, just seeing the camera in Bumblebee's hands.
"Did. Did you just-"
Sari held onto Bee tightly, before yelling at him to bolt. Bumblebee transformed, before skidding off down the hallway. Prowl swore before jumping off the couch.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to kill him. I love you."
Prowl pecked his lips, before suddenly bolting down the hallway, barking that Bee was being a little pervert. Jazz rested his chin on his propped up hand, chuckling softly to himself. Prowl and Bumblebee would never get along.
Just how Jazz would never stop loving Prowl.