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TFA Fic: Locker Room Fun

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Title: Locker Room Fun
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz; one sided Prowl/Lockdown; mentioned Lockdown/Devcon
Rating for cut version: M
Warnings for cut version: AU, fluff, language, slash
Summary: (Humanverse TFA. Slightly follows storylines written by RuinedBloodShed and glacierSCIENCE.) After having a rough night at work, Jazz gives Prowl some TLC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Requested by glacierSCIENCE.

Prowl sighed as warm water sprayed over his head, long, black hair flattening over his cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He tilted his head to allow the warm spray over his chest, droplets trickling down to his groin and firm ass. After a hard night of working third shift, he loved to relax by taking a long, hot shower. Since it was early in the morning, and most of his fellow cops were in debriefing rooms, still on patrol, or in the break room, he could have privacy and not worry about someone walking in on him. He was shy and didn't like having to shower with other men, excluding his boyfriend: Jazz. He wondered where Jazz was. His boyfriend usually clocked out at this hour and waited for him. He usually took a shower at home with Jazz scrubbing him and then shoving him into a tiled wall and fucking him senseless. The erotic memory made his skin tingle and cock twitch, causing him to blush, hurriedly thinking of disgusting things that would help keep him flaccid. The last thing he needed was someone barging in while he was aroused.

After scrubbing himself clean and rinsing off, he turned off the water and braced his hands on the wall. Thoughts of his difficult night returned. While trying to complete his patrol rounds, he had been stalked by the bounty hunter Lockdown. He didn't understand  Lockdown's obsession with him. Maybe Lockdown just couldn't stand rejection, since he had spurned the bounty hunter's advances so many times. Even though Lockdown was currently involved with another bounty hunter named Devcon, the older man still loved to chase him around, shamelessly flirting with him in front of public eyes and other cops and making cat calls at him when he was trying to write out tickets. He thought about filing a complaint, but then Jazz would find out and try to murder Lockdown.

"Hey baby."

Prowl jolted when strong arms wrapped around his bare waist, whipping around to find Jazz, still in uniform, giving him a seductive smile. He broke free and scrambled to wrap a towel around his waist.

"J--Jazz?! What are you doing?!" Prowl snapped.

"I got held up in Sentinel's office and then came looking for you," Jazz replied.

Prowl sighed, "What did you do this time?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jazz muttered while shrugging his shoulders.

"Jazz…whenever Sentinel calls you into his office it means you did something very illegal," Prowl growled.

Jazz grumbled, "I may have…allegedly…punched Lockdown in the face…and broke his nose."

"W--What?!" Prowl yelled.

"Don't worry," Jazz reassured. "Bastard chose not to press charges." He sighed when Prowl glared at him. "I…found out that piece of shit was giving you a hard time. Why didn't you tell me, Prowler?"

Prowl rubbed his brow as a twinge formed. "Because I knew something like this would happen, Jazz! God! You are so lucky he didn't press charges! This could have cost you your job! You could have faced jail time too!"

Jazz smirked. "I have friends in high places. I wouldn't be fired or jailed over kicking that scumbag's ass. He deserved it for harassing my sexy boyfriend."

Prowl folded his arms and continued to glare at Jazz.

"Aw, baby, please don't be mad at me," Jazz pouted.

Prowl wanted to be firm, but it was hard when Jazz was giving him that cute pout. When Jazz sidled up to him, warm cheek resting against his neck and arms weaving around his waist, he melted and forgave the older man, nuzzling into the gentle embrace.

"You know…it's been a fantasy of mine to jump you in the locker room," Jazz leered while tugging on the towel around Prowl's waist.

"You…can't be serious," Prowl balked, cheeks turning bright red.

"I locked the door," Jazz murmured. "No one will interrupt us, baby."

"Absolutely not!" Prowl growled. "If someone managed to get in and--"

"Please, baby?" Jazz interrupted. "I've missed you so much."

"We've only been apart for eight hours," Prowl sighed in exasperation.

"And it was torture," Jazz pouted.

"You're unbelievable," Prowl muttered, "but I'm glad my boyfriend loves me so much. It's so hard to resist you when you look so cute while trying to beg for sex."

Jazz leered and nipped Prowl's shoulder, making the younger man shiver in delight. "You'll never be able to resist my sexy charm, Prowler. So how about fulfilling my fantasy, baby?"

Prowl rolled his eyes but hesitantly nodded. With a mischievous smirk, Jazz scooped Prowl up and carried the smaller man out of the shower stalls and past rows of lockers, stopping in front of a long bench. The lights had been turned off, light source replaced with rows of flickering candles. A portion of the bench had several blankets draped over it with a pillow near the top. Knowing how uncomfortable the wooden benches were, Jazz did everything he could to make the bench as comfortable as possible.

"Jazz," Prowl murmured while gazing over the scene. "You've been planning this."

"Guilty," Jazz laughed. "I've been waiting for quite a while for the right moment. I even used a spare locker to stuff the blankets, pillow, and candles. Got quite a few weird looks." He kissed Prowl's wet neck. "Want to find out if the bench is comfortable?"

Prowl nodded and shifted around when Jazz set him down on the soft bundle of blankets. It was far more comfortable than sitting on bare wood, but it was still slightly uncomfortable. However, he wasn't about to complain when Jazz had worked so hard to impress him, and he laid back, wet hair splaying over the pillow as he gave the older man a sultry smile while spreading his legs. The towel parted a bit, giving Jazz a glimpse of Prowl's creamy inner thighs.

"Fuck…you're sexy," Jazz growled, leaning over to caress Prowl's damp face. "I sometimes wonder if this is all just a beautiful dream. How can such a gorgeous man be all mine?"

"I sometimes wonder the same thing," Prowl murmured. "How did I manage to snag such a sweet, hot, wonderful man? But I know this no dream. Come closer, and I'll prove it to you."

"Oooh, I love the way you think…my sexy Prowler," Jazz cooed.

A sharp shiver shot up Prowl's spine as Jazz's uniform covered body pressed into him, legs locking around the older man's waist. Soft lips hungrily pressed to his mouth, and he mewled while parting his lips, tongue swiping over the taller man's thrusting tongue. He moaned and squirmed as Jazz's hands rubbed over his chest, calloused fingers tweaking his hardening nipples. Smirking into the kiss, Jazz rolled the hard nubs between his fingers and then playfully pinched the stiff flesh, causing Prowl to gasp and arch up. His hands suddenly shot down and tore open Prowl's towel, leaving the younger man exposed to his hungry gaze. Realizing he was nude while Jazz remained clothed, Prowl's cheeks darkened, reaching down to cover himself.

Jazz immediately grabbed Prowl's hands. "No…don't try to hide yourself from me."

"I might feel more comfortable if you were naked too," Prowl murmured with a shy smile.

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*fangirl moment*