DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Transformers. They just came over from Hasbro to visit and be general pains-in-the-aft. Any and all the humans in the story are mine. Rating is T for now, may go up at anytime.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one I'm blaming on my beta reader (you know who you are wolf!). A bit lighter than the usual fare for Previous Encounters. Prowl/OC.

PE - 44 – Stuck

Aegis cursed. He cursed the designer of his desk, the Animech that spawned him, the slagger that commissioned him and the fragging moron of a guild brother that had bought it for his office. But mostly he cursed himself for somehow getting his propeller blades wedged in the lip of the decorative trim, making it impossible to back out. Glancing down, he supposed he should add the datapad in his hand to the list; after all, it was the reason he was stuck.

He had dropped it and it had bounced under the desk, necessitating him climbing under the desk after it. It would be funny if it weren't so embarrassing.

And the worst part of it all, his assistant was due in any at moment. The thought of being caught in this position by the young mech churned his fuel tanks. Maybe one of his guild brothers would stop by first…

"Aegis? Sir?" No such luck. Prowl's soft voice drifted from above.

Aegis groaned. He liked to present a professional, dignified face to the world and being stuck like this was quite the opposite. Bad enough any of his brothers, who would tease him for vorn, found him but for the young initiate he was assigned to mentor? Well, might as well get it over with. "Under here, Prowl."

"Sir?" Prowl sounded perplexed as he came around the desk, his footsteps quiet even on the metallic flooring. "Oh, I see. How long have you been stuck like that, sir?" Aegis supposed he should thank the Generator Prowl had always been practical and straight forward. It saved time and a little of his dignity.

"Fortunately, not very long," Aegis sighed. Perhaps he should be grateful that it was Prowl that found him; anyone else would be laughing their aft off.

Prowl was silent for a long moment, his footsteps still barely audible as he moved around Aegis, apparently examining the problem from all angles. Only the soft breeze as it played over Aegis' rotor sensors let Aegis know what Prowl was doing. So it wasn't a complete surprise when Prowl lay his right hand lightly on Aegis' aft as he crouched down to get a closer look.

Aegis' optics opened wide at the gentle touch. He knew Prowl was just balancing himself but it sent delightful tingles up his spinal assembly. Why, why did he have to get the assistant that was not only brilliant but attractive as well?

"I'll be able to get you out, but I will have to bend your rotors a bit. Or summon Maintenance to unbolt the desk from the floor." Prowl's voice drifted in from Aegis' left side.

Aegis mentally shuddered at the thought of Maintenance coming to his rescue. He'd never live it down. "You can bend my rotors. Just please be careful, they contain most of my sensor arrays for flight."

Prowl hadn't removed his very distracting hand yet. "Are you sure, sir? Maintenance can be up here quickly and get you out without causing pain to your person." Prowl rose, pressing down on Aegis' aft briefly.

Aegis suppressed the gasp at the unexpected pleasurable feeling from Prowl pressing down on that one spot and almost told him to put his hand back there. He cycled some air through his cooling system then spoke. "I'll take a little pain to my person versus the permanent pain that Maintenance will give me if you call them. And stop calling me sir all the time. I've told you before to call me Aegis."

"Alright, Aegis, if you insist." Prowl reached under the desk and lightly took Aegis's rotor in hand. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal, trying to find the best place to bend it to the side.

Aegis had to disable his vocalizer temporarily to keep from making an involuntary and embarrassing noise. His entire rotor assembly tingled from those light touches and his sensor net came fully online. He started drawing air slowly and steadily into his cooling intakes, trying to keep his systems from ramping up. A couple of soft creaks startled him into blinking his optics back online. He hadn't realized that he had shut them down. Another creak drew Aegis' gaze. He was gripping the datapad a little too hard.

Aegis put it down onto the floor, before he damaged it. Unfortunately, that didn't give him anything to hold onto while his rotor blade was bent.

"Aegis, sir? I'm going to attempt to free you now. Please tell me if you are in too much discomfort." Prowl's soft voice drifted from close beside him, hands still lightly gripping his rotor blade.

"Go ahead. I'll be alright." Aegis disabled his vocalizer and curled his hands into fists, bracing himself for the pain to come. It was going to be bad.

Sharp pain lanced up his entire back assembly. Aegis screamed silently. His optics flickered madly and he would have collapsed if he hadn't already been crouched on the floor. His cooling systems went into overdrive, trying to compensate for the overwhelming stimulus.

Then it was over and Prowl was gently helping him back into his seat. "Aegis? Sir? Are you alright? Do I need to fetch the medic? I apologize for causing you so much pain."

"It's alright Prowl, I'm fine. Give me a moment to recalibrate." Aegis did a quick restart on his systems, one by one, resetting everything to baseline.

He left his optics for last. When he activated them, he discovered Prowl leaning over him, white hands lightly holding his shoulders to prevent him from pitching over.

"Are you alright, Aegis?" Prowl asked again, concern lacing his normally neutral tone.

"Yes Prowl, I'm fine. Diagnostics are coming up clean. Thank you," Aegis smiled his gratitude at his assistant as he reached up and gently took Prowl's hands from his shoulders.

And found himself reluctant to release them.

Prowl first glanced down at his hands, held by Aegis, then up into Aegis' optics. He tilted his head and raised an optic ridge, a half smile playing over his mouth as he watched Aegis, seemingly content to leave the initiative with his commander.

Aegis tugged on Prowl's hands, gently pulling the white mech to straddle his lap and press their chest plating together. He could feel the thrum of Prowl's Nexus generator, every cycle moving it closer in sync with his own. He started stroking Prowl's hands, quickly falling into sync with their Nexus generators.

Prowl sighed softly and leaned more fully against Aegis, optics closing, Nexus generators thrumming in complete synchronization. Aegis continued his caresses, stroking sensors and massaging joints, each touch drawing a soft moan.

Aegis worked his way slowly down to Prowl's wrists. He started lightly rubbing the covers to the young mech's access ports and interface connectors, pulling shuddering ventilations and soft staticky moans from him. He drew some shaky ventilations himself as he watched Prowl's access port covers iris open, one by one. The covers over his interface connectors spiraled open as well, the exposed cabling twitching in anticipation.

What the frag was he doing?!

With an effort of will, he forced his connector covers closed and released Prowl's hands. He gently pushed the white mech off his lap and back to his feet.

"Aegis? What's wrong?" Prowl blinked at him.

Aegis couldn't look at him. "My apologies Prowl. I was out of line. Thank you for assisting me. I really should get back to…" He put his face in his palm.

He didn't. He couldn't have. He did. "Slag." The fragging pad was still under his desk.

"Aegis." Aegis finally looked up at the mech still standing in front of him.

Prowl stood where he had when Aegis dislodged him off his lap. "Have I done something wrong?" he asked quietly, gazing at Aegis with wide, hurt optics.

Aegis silently cursed himself. It was easy to forget how young Prowl actually was. And he had to go off like a lust charged fool! Aegis knew that many Guardians had 'relationships' with their assistants but he had sworn that he wouldn't take advantage of a young mech like that. Especially Prowl. He'd come to care for his assistant a great deal in the short time they'd worked together. Prowl never spoke much about his life before coming to the Guild, but Aegis could guess. The life of an unaligned mech was not a pleasant one. "I'm the one that is in the wrong, Prowl. I should have better control of myself."

"So you do find me attractive. I surmised as much but wasn't completely sure." Prowl tilted his head thoughtfully, some of the hurt leaving his optics.

Aegis blinked, surprised at his assistant's direct manner and phrasing. Nexus, how did he get into messes like this? No graceful way to even deny it. "Yes Prowl, I find you very attractive. But that's not an excuse to take advantage of you. I'll understand if you want to transfer to another mentor."

"Transfer? Take advantage of me?" Prowl chuckled, amusement chasing the last of the hurt away. The white mech stepped forward and tenderly cupped Aegis' face. "Aegis, you are even more gallant and honorable than your reputation paints you. Why would I transfer when I pulled out every stop to get assigned as your assistant?" Prowl slid his hands down Aegis' chest plates, teasing seams and stroking ridges until he reached the helicopter mech's wrists. "And how can you take advantage of me when I want you just as badly?"

"Prowl…"

"I'm not an innocent Aegis. You know that. Especially the way we first met," Prowl smiled.

"Yes I remember. But-," Aegis began but a white finger placed on his mouth stopped him.

"No buts." Prowl removed his finger and caught Aegis' wrist again. White thumbs ran caressingly over the closed port covers. "We have a busy day ahead of us. We shouldn't delay any longer." The double meaning of the statement purred into his audio receptors sent shivers down Aegis' spinal assembly.

Aegis grasped Prowl's hands, port covers opening again. He looked into Prowl's optics, seeing the desire and amusement that once was hidden beneath the quiet competence and cool logic. The desire that matched his own hidden longings. "We should get started then." Two could play with double meanings. "But…"

"But what? Surely you don't still have reservations?" Prowl narrowed his optics in annoyance. Aegis stifled his chuckle. Prowl looked cute when he was frustrated.

"The data pad is still under the desk."

Prowl stared at him in open astonishment for a moment, then started to laugh.