Fic - Transformers - Prowl/Jazz (Human!TF)
Drunk
Fandom: Transformers
Paring: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Character Design by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, I own nothing~!
“H-hello?”
“Mrs. Collins?”
“Yes. Who is this? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. This Chase Hunter, your husband’s partner.”
There was a frustrated sigh over Prowl’s phone. “What did he do this time?”
Prowl rolled his eyes at the annoyed tone in the woman’s voice. “He didn’t do anything. Except drink at the Captain’s retirement party. I’m just calling you to let you know that he’s staying at my apartment. He’s drunk and I refused to let him drive home himself and I can drive either him either because I drank as well.”
There was silence at the other end of the phone. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell my husband is not coming home?”
“I just thought you would like to know so you wouldn’t worry about him.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Hunter, my husband’s a cop. He rarely comes home because of late work nights as it is, so I really don’t worry.” Her sneer could practically be heard through the phone. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep.” *Click*
Prowl looked at the phone that was now giving him a busy line. “Bitch.” He muttered as he hung up the phone.
“Who’s a bitch?”
The blue-eyed cop jumped at the slightly slurred voice behind him. He turned to see his dark skinned partner leaning against the back of his couch. “Jazz, I thought you passed out.”
Jazz gave a little shrug. “It was more like a quick nap then anything else.” He pushed himself off the back of the couch and crossed the room to pull Prowl in to his arms. Jazz tilted his head as he asked. “So who were you talking to?”
Prowl sighed, and pulled him closer kissing the side of his neck. “It was your wife.”
Jazz frowned and pulled away a little, a questioning look on his face. “What did she want?”
“Nothing. I had called her to let her know that you were going to be home and for her not to worry.” Prowl explained, looking rather disgusted. “She didn’t seem to be too worried about you. Hell I don’t even think she would care if-”
“I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jazz captured Prowl’s lips and maneuvered him towards the couch. “I’d much rather have you use your mouth for other things.”
Prowl could still taste the alcohol in Jazz’s mouth as his kissed him. “You’re drunk.” He stated as he pulled back from the kiss, feeling the front of the couch against the back of his knees. How the hell did the other cop get him all the way over here without him noticing? “Jazz…”
“I’m not drunk…..well, I’m drunk, but I know what I’m doing. All it did was make me a little more bold then normal.” He pushed Prowl down to sit on the couch, climbing on to his lap.
Prowl shifted a little as Jazz’s weight settled on him, doing nothing to discourage his lover’s actions. “I can see that.”
Jazz smirked. “And your not that clear thinking either, you drank as much as I did.” Leaning down Jazz captured his partner’s lips again, this time snaking his tongue out to run along Prowl’s lips before being met by another tongue.
Well, that’s true. Prowl thought as he retuned the kiss, sliding his hands up to Jazz’s hips. He was a little better at holding his liquor then Jazz was, but that didn’t mean his head wasn’t fuzzy at the moment. It surprised him that he even managed to call Jazz’s wife with out slurring.
Jazz noticed that his partner’s thoughts were drifting from what was going on, he had to remedy that. Moving his lips from Prowl’s and took up residences on his neck, alternating between sucking and nipping the skin.
Prowl sighed and tilted his head so Jazz had more room to play on his neck. Sliding his hands up and under Jazz’s shirt, he pulled it over his head letting his fingers skim across dark skin as he did so.
Jazz shivered as fingers licked his skin. He removed his lips from Prowl’s neck so they could get his shirt over his head. Once that obstacle was gone he replaced his lips on the other side of his partner’s neck. Jazz snaked his hands down Prowl’s strong torso, intent on getting his shirt off as well.
Prowl helped him, lifting his arms over his head so the shirt could come off easily. He pulled Jazz down into a kiss and pressed them closer together, causing their hips to meet.
The moan Jazz released was swallowed by his partner’s mouth when he felt his arousal through two layers of clothing. He pulled back from the kiss to lick his way to Prowl’s ear as he slide his hand down again, this time to rub Prowl through his pants.
Prowl growled, pushing Jazz down on the couch. “Tease.”
The dark skinned cop chuckled, pulling Prowl down on top of him. “Yeah, I am, but you love it.” He brushed their lips against each other as he slipped a leg around Prowl’s back, trying to bring them closer together.
Prowl groaned at the feeling of cloths in the way. He tugged at the last article of clothing left on his partner. “Pants. Off. Now!”
“Yes sir.” Jazz snickered as he started to undo his pants, pausing only when he didn’t feel anything under them. He raised an eyebrow up at Prowl, smirking. “You went commando?”
Prowl shrugged as he slides off the sweatpants Jazz was borrowing. “I like going commando sometimes. Do you have a problem with that?”
Jazz’s smirk widened. “Not at all, it actually makes my job easier.” He leaned up and kissed Prowl again, sliding the pants the rest of the way off. He shivered once the last article of clothing was gone and heated flesh meet heated flesh.
Prowl moved Jazz’s leg so he was in between them. He kissed the side of Jazz’s neck as he fumbled for something in the side table drawer. He pulled out a vial of sage scented massage oil and started the difficult task of trying to get it open with one hand. After a few minutes of failed attempts, he finally got frustrated enough to pull away from Jazz just to open the damn cap. “Next time I get massage oil, remind me to get the ones with the snap lids.” He grumbled as he finally managed to get the vial open.
Jazz chuckled. He loved it when Prowl got frustrated; his eyebrows always scrunched together and his lower lip formed a pout. It was just so cute to watch. He hissed when he felt a finger enter him. It wasn’t that it hurt, they have done this enough that it didn’t sting anymore, he just wasn’t expecting it. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“Sorry.” Prowl mumbled against his love’s neck. He slowly moved his second finger around Jazz’s entrance a little, letting him know what was coming this time, before adding it with his first finger. Moving the two fingers around, he spread the oil and stretched the skin. He heard Jazz gasp out as his fingers brushed against that certain bundle of nerves that made him see stars. He brushed it again.
Jazz moaned, calling out Prowl’s real name. “C-chase…” He withered beneath him, running his nails down Prowl’s smooth back.
Prowl shivered at the feel of the nails on his back, they sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. His fingers pulled out of Jazz, drawing a whimper from the man beneath him. Taking up the message oil one more time, he poured some out into his hand spreading it over his arousal. He had to bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Leaning down he drew Jazz into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue in as he pushed into Jazz’s warm body.
Jazz whimpered as something much larger then a couple of fingers enter him. He broke the kiss to moan aloud when Prowl started to move. “Chase…oh god..”
“Jazz…” Prowl whispered, kissing the side of Jazz’s neck. His hands traced down to his hips tilting them up so he would hit the same bundle of nerves that made Jazz melt in his arms.
Hips rocked together as lips met again in another heated and hungry kiss. They continued to move against each other. Their movements a sensual dance of heat and passion motivated by alcohol and something else, something deeper then just lust alone. It had started out soft and slow but then turned into something harder and faster, almost frenzied. It didn’t take much longer after that for them to reach their climaxes, leaving them both breathless and sweaty.
Prowl pulled out of Jazz and all but collapsed over on top of him. He nuzzled his head into Jazz’s neck. “Love you.” He managed to mumble before drifting off.
“I know.” Jazz sighed contently and he held Prowl close, following him into peaceful sleep.Type your cut contents here.
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Fandom: Transformers
Paring: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC-17
Character Design by: sleepyoldvamp (sleepyoldvamp.deviantart.com/)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, I own nothing~!
“H-hello?”
“Mrs. Collins?”
“Yes. Who is this? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes, I’m sorry about that. This Chase Hunter, your husband’s partner.”
There was a frustrated sigh over Prowl’s phone. “What did he do this time?”
Prowl rolled his eyes at the annoyed tone in the woman’s voice. “He didn’t do anything. Except drink at the Captain’s retirement party. I’m just calling you to let you know that he’s staying at my apartment. He’s drunk and I refused to let him drive home himself and I can drive either him either because I drank as well.”
There was silence at the other end of the phone. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to tell my husband is not coming home?”
“I just thought you would like to know so you wouldn’t worry about him.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Hunter, my husband’s a cop. He rarely comes home because of late work nights as it is, so I really don’t worry.” Her sneer could practically be heard through the phone. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some sleep.” *Click*
Prowl looked at the phone that was now giving him a busy line. “Bitch.” He muttered as he hung up the phone.
“Who’s a bitch?”
The blue-eyed cop jumped at the slightly slurred voice behind him. He turned to see his dark skinned partner leaning against the back of his couch. “Jazz, I thought you passed out.”
Jazz gave a little shrug. “It was more like a quick nap then anything else.” He pushed himself off the back of the couch and crossed the room to pull Prowl in to his arms. Jazz tilted his head as he asked. “So who were you talking to?”
Prowl sighed, and pulled him closer kissing the side of his neck. “It was your wife.”
Jazz frowned and pulled away a little, a questioning look on his face. “What did she want?”
“Nothing. I had called her to let her know that you were going to be home and for her not to worry.” Prowl explained, looking rather disgusted. “She didn’t seem to be too worried about you. Hell I don’t even think she would care if-”
“I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” Jazz captured Prowl’s lips and maneuvered him towards the couch. “I’d much rather have you use your mouth for other things.”
Prowl could still taste the alcohol in Jazz’s mouth as his kissed him. “You’re drunk.” He stated as he pulled back from the kiss, feeling the front of the couch against the back of his knees. How the hell did the other cop get him all the way over here without him noticing? “Jazz…”
“I’m not drunk…..well, I’m drunk, but I know what I’m doing. All it did was make me a little more bold then normal.” He pushed Prowl down to sit on the couch, climbing on to his lap.
Prowl shifted a little as Jazz’s weight settled on him, doing nothing to discourage his lover’s actions. “I can see that.”
Jazz smirked. “And your not that clear thinking either, you drank as much as I did.” Leaning down Jazz captured his partner’s lips again, this time snaking his tongue out to run along Prowl’s lips before being met by another tongue.
Well, that’s true. Prowl thought as he retuned the kiss, sliding his hands up to Jazz’s hips. He was a little better at holding his liquor then Jazz was, but that didn’t mean his head wasn’t fuzzy at the moment. It surprised him that he even managed to call Jazz’s wife with out slurring.
Jazz noticed that his partner’s thoughts were drifting from what was going on, he had to remedy that. Moving his lips from Prowl’s and took up residences on his neck, alternating between sucking and nipping the skin.
Prowl sighed and tilted his head so Jazz had more room to play on his neck. Sliding his hands up and under Jazz’s shirt, he pulled it over his head letting his fingers skim across dark skin as he did so.
Jazz shivered as fingers licked his skin. He removed his lips from Prowl’s neck so they could get his shirt over his head. Once that obstacle was gone he replaced his lips on the other side of his partner’s neck. Jazz snaked his hands down Prowl’s strong torso, intent on getting his shirt off as well.
Prowl helped him, lifting his arms over his head so the shirt could come off easily. He pulled Jazz down into a kiss and pressed them closer together, causing their hips to meet.
The moan Jazz released was swallowed by his partner’s mouth when he felt his arousal through two layers of clothing. He pulled back from the kiss to lick his way to Prowl’s ear as he slide his hand down again, this time to rub Prowl through his pants.
Prowl growled, pushing Jazz down on the couch. “Tease.”
The dark skinned cop chuckled, pulling Prowl down on top of him. “Yeah, I am, but you love it.” He brushed their lips against each other as he slipped a leg around Prowl’s back, trying to bring them closer together.
Prowl groaned at the feeling of cloths in the way. He tugged at the last article of clothing left on his partner. “Pants. Off. Now!”
“Yes sir.” Jazz snickered as he started to undo his pants, pausing only when he didn’t feel anything under them. He raised an eyebrow up at Prowl, smirking. “You went commando?”
Prowl shrugged as he slides off the sweatpants Jazz was borrowing. “I like going commando sometimes. Do you have a problem with that?”
Jazz’s smirk widened. “Not at all, it actually makes my job easier.” He leaned up and kissed Prowl again, sliding the pants the rest of the way off. He shivered once the last article of clothing was gone and heated flesh meet heated flesh.
Prowl moved Jazz’s leg so he was in between them. He kissed the side of Jazz’s neck as he fumbled for something in the side table drawer. He pulled out a vial of sage scented massage oil and started the difficult task of trying to get it open with one hand. After a few minutes of failed attempts, he finally got frustrated enough to pull away from Jazz just to open the damn cap. “Next time I get massage oil, remind me to get the ones with the snap lids.” He grumbled as he finally managed to get the vial open.
Jazz chuckled. He loved it when Prowl got frustrated; his eyebrows always scrunched together and his lower lip formed a pout. It was just so cute to watch. He hissed when he felt a finger enter him. It wasn’t that it hurt, they have done this enough that it didn’t sting anymore, he just wasn’t expecting it. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“Sorry.” Prowl mumbled against his love’s neck. He slowly moved his second finger around Jazz’s entrance a little, letting him know what was coming this time, before adding it with his first finger. Moving the two fingers around, he spread the oil and stretched the skin. He heard Jazz gasp out as his fingers brushed against that certain bundle of nerves that made him see stars. He brushed it again.
Jazz moaned, calling out Prowl’s real name. “C-chase…” He withered beneath him, running his nails down Prowl’s smooth back.
Prowl shivered at the feel of the nails on his back, they sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. His fingers pulled out of Jazz, drawing a whimper from the man beneath him. Taking up the message oil one more time, he poured some out into his hand spreading it over his arousal. He had to bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Leaning down he drew Jazz into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue in as he pushed into Jazz’s warm body.
Jazz whimpered as something much larger then a couple of fingers enter him. He broke the kiss to moan aloud when Prowl started to move. “Chase…oh god..”
“Jazz…” Prowl whispered, kissing the side of Jazz’s neck. His hands traced down to his hips tilting them up so he would hit the same bundle of nerves that made Jazz melt in his arms.
Hips rocked together as lips met again in another heated and hungry kiss. They continued to move against each other. Their movements a sensual dance of heat and passion motivated by alcohol and something else, something deeper then just lust alone. It had started out soft and slow but then turned into something harder and faster, almost frenzied. It didn’t take much longer after that for them to reach their climaxes, leaving them both breathless and sweaty.
Prowl pulled out of Jazz and all but collapsed over on top of him. He nuzzled his head into Jazz’s neck. “Love you.” He managed to mumble before drifting off.
“I know.” Jazz sighed contently and he held Prowl close, following him into peaceful sleep.Type your cut contents here.
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