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Blackmail	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jazz pushed away from the bar, grabbing Prowl's hand as he did. He turned toward the exit, walking backwards, body moving to the beat of the music. He gently but insistently tugged Prowl from his perch on the bar stool.
Prowl followed, feigning a touch of hesitation.
Jazz grinned as the Praxian followed him through the bar, toward the exit. Keen optics, shielded safely behind his visor, never left Prowl's face. Black fingers laced through white ones as Jazz lifted their joined hands to his lips, placing a tender lingering kiss on the back of Prowl's smooth white one.
They slipped out of the exit. Once outside, Jazz called over to one of his waiting bodyguards and Prowl had to force himself to not noticeably tense.
"Get mah transport."
The mech gave a nod, murmuring a soft, "Yes, sir."
The bodyguard turned around, not even glancing in Prowl's direction, and walked around the corner of the bar.
After a few moments when it became obvious there wasn't a horde of bodyguards ready to spring from the side of the building, guns drawn, did Prowl feel a touch more reassured, however he remained highly aware of his surroundings. It was to his advantage he spent most his time in an office doing research, not making many appearances in public, and was hardly considered a concern to a crime ring as large as Jazz's. Thankfully, he'd been nothing to bring to Jazz's attention or the attention of anyone who surround him.
Jazz turned back to Prowl, sliding up next to him, hands caressing over Prowls waist, pulling him almost flush against his black and white frame. The visored mech smiled alluringly, leaning in close. "Now, don' be jealous. That was jist one a' mah bodyguards. Trust meh, I got no interest in 'em."
Prowl gave a frown. "And why would you need bodyguards?"
Jazz tilted his head playfully. "Well, Prowl, when a mech's got th' credits n' stuff I got, ya find ya self needin' a lil' extra protection. Especially if ya a regular round here. Now, a passin' through mech like yourself don' have ta worry 'bout stuff like that."
"Why not contact the Enforcers for aid?"
Jazz gave a snort and started laughing, bringing his arms up to loop them around Prowl's neck as he leaned into him, resting his head on Prowl's shoulder, continuing to giggle. "Oh, Prowl…..ya…ya really are something. The Enforcers…. Oh, ya jist makin' mah night."
Prowl just gave a small, good humored smile in response…..which immediately vanished when a thought hit him.
Bluestreak.
He was really late getting back to their quarters, Bluestreak would no doubt be wearing a path pacing the floor, worrying over his absence.
Frag.
Prowl began disentangling himself from Jazz's arms, earning him a frown even as Jazz continued to cling to him. "What's wrong?"
"I…I almost forgot. I need to make a quick call. Excuse me, please, I'll be just a moment."
Prowl quickly slipped from Jazz's grip, pacing a few steps away as he pulled his communicator out of subspace. Jazz could wait a moment, easing a worried and most likely upset Bluestreak was more important. And just as he thought, when Bluestreak picked up he could hear the anxiety in his little brother's voice.
"Prowl? Prowl! Is that you? Where are you? What's going on? Why are you late? What's-"
"It's me. Just wanted to let you know I…" Prowl glanced over his shoulder at Jazz, who was watching him with interest. "I'll not be back till morning."
Prowl had worked undercover before, so the language he used would make Bluestreak aware of the situation at hand. Let him know he was in a surrounding where he couldn't speak freely.
"…..you're…you're doing undercover again? Why didn't you say anything earlier? Is everything alright? Are you ok?"
"Yes. Don't worry, I'll call before I head back."
"Prowl…..Prowl, please, please be careful! Promise me you'll be careful."
"I will."
After this he'd have to place a quick call to his team while he had distance from Jazz. From the look of the audio horns Jazz sported, which were more than just fashion accessories, his hearing had to be extraordinary. A well chosen feature for the right hand of a crime lord. And even in his intoxicated state, Jazz would undoubtedly be able to pick up if he was sending a signal or message should he be standing too close.
Prowl gave a startled jerk when two arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind and he felt Jazz press close, nuzzling the back of his neck. Primus, the mech could move quickly….and without a sound. Prowl cursed silently. What timing. It was like the mech could read minds.
"I, uh, I have to go now. Make sure the door is locked, alright?"
"I will. Prowl....be careful."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."
Prowl clicked the communicator off and quickly subspaced it. "Sorry about that."
Jazz nuzzled Prowl's audio, lips caressing. "An' who was that? Do ya have a' mate, Prowl?" Prowl felt those lips pull into a grin. "Are ya bein' a naughty mech? Am I some sordid fling? A bit of fun off to the side, fer ya?"
If the idea bothered Jazz, he sure didn't show it. He pressed close, lips traveling down to place a kiss on Prowl's neck.
"No, no, that was my roommate."
Those lips traveled back up to his audio. "Ya have ta tell ya roommate ta lock th' door?"
Prowl paused a moment then forced a soft laugh, shocked he couldn't even remember saying that to Bluestreak. It was habit, automatic. "He's forgetful…."
Jazz's syrupy voice dropped an octave as he purred into the audio he nuzzled, making Prowl work to contain a shiver. "Is he now?"
The sound of a transport pulling up had Jazz giving a disappointed hum as they turned their attention to the street. At the sight of the vehicle Prowl felt a twinge of unease pass through him. It was one thing to be in a bar or out on an open street with the enemy, another entirely to be confined in a small space with one. A small space that could hinder any chance of defending himself or escape should he need it.
"What's wrong? "
Black hands slid up his arms to stroke over tense shoulders as Jazz leaned in whispering softly, soothingly in his audio. "Relax."
Prowl frowned, he hadn't even realized he'd tensed up.
"If goin' ta mah place makes ya uncomfortable, we kin go somewhere else. Plenty a' nice places we kin room in fer th' night. We kin pick up whatever kind a' high grade ya like on th' way. All mah treat."
Prowl continued to look at the transport. If only he could get a hold of the team then he'd feel a lot better about going through with this. But he couldn't, not just yet, Jazz was too close.
He didn't want to mess this up, it was too important, with Jazz showing up less and less in public they needed to know where he was but he didn't want to stupidly place himself in danger in the process.
Prowl shook his head and took a deep breath, he was going to stick to it. If things looked dicey, for even a moment, he's exit the situation as quickly as possible, but for now he'd press on.
"No, no, your place sounds just fine."
He gave Jazz a friendly smile which Jazz returned before slipping from behind him, once more grabbing his hand and leading him to the transport.
The transport door opened and Jazz slid in, keeping hold of Prowl's hand. Prowl carefully slid in after him and sat down cautiously. The door shut with a click and the transport took off.
For a few moments Prowl looked out the window, intending to memorize where they went, what turns they took, what roads they passed.
But a hand caressing up his chest plate had him turning his head back to Jazz and before he knew what was happening Jazz was pressed against him, lips locked on his, arms around his neck holding him tight.
Shocked, but forcing himself to remember the part he was playing, Prowl lifted a hand to Jazz's shoulder and caressed down the mech's back, earning him a deep moan as Jazz arched into the touch.
Jazz's glossa caressed over his lips, questing, eager to taste. Prowl hesitated for a moment then let his lips part. Warmth and the sweet taste of high grade flooded his senses as the kiss was deepened. Jazz pressed closer to him, one hand shifting to caress down his face, black fingers trailing along his jaw then feather light down his neck.
Jazz pressed into him more, pushing Prowl back against the door of transport, shifting himself so he was almost between Prowl's legs. He broke from the kiss to gaze at Prowl, at their current position.
A devious smile stretched across Jazz's face and before Prowl could process the meaning behind it, Jazz slipped a hand behind Prowl's knee and pulled, shifting back as he did, causing Prowl to slide down so he was laying lengthwise along the seat, one doorwing pinned between the back of the seat and his shoulder.
Jazz loomed over him and a twinge of panic shoot through him. His body tensed, readying to defend himself at any moment. But then he got a good look at Jazz and realized his expression was sensual, his actions lovers play, nothing malicious.
Leaning down, Jazz pressed their bodies together as he situated himself between lean thighs, arms coming up to loop around Prowl's neck as he leaned in and captured those perfect lips once more.
Jazz moaned into his mouth, bringing him out of his daze and prompting him to play his role. Raising his hands, Prowl slid them along the curve of a dark waist, fingers working, teasing along seams. Jazz's intakes hitched sharply and with a deep moan he ravished Prowl's mouth, body shifting restlessly, pressing hotly against the enforcer.
White hands smoothed around Jazz's waist, trailing up his lower back, fingers splayed, caressing up over his back to his shoulders then down again. Wrapping an arm around Jazz's waist, Prowl let his other hand wander down to a hip joint, fingertips dipping in to touch and tease wires.
Jazz whined, intakes labored as glossa plundered, his hips rolled sensuously against Prowl's as he tore his mouth from the kiss. "Primus!"
Prowl eased up on his touch as Jazz looked down at him, visor darkened, his lips pulling into a lopsided grin. "Gotta be mah lucky night. Ah' wasn't sure ya'd be so willin' ta play. But.....frag yer good."
Prowl smiled up at him.
I think it's going to be a lucky night for both of us.
Then the transport came to a stop and Jazz's grin bloomed.
"Let's take this inside."
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