Authors Note: Wrote this at 5am in the morning after enjoying the aftermath of a night out drinking. Seen as I was dressed as Jazz for the party I thought Id make him suffer too. Also I was still kinda drunk when I wrote this so I didn't plan for it to go further, but it may have to...

I dont think I explained the situation well so in case its not clear. Jazz has had a bit of a crush on a certain tactition, who apparantly had a bit of a crush on a certain saboteur. Add Sideswipes Highgrade...

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Optics onlined slowly behind their visor, and for a few moment there was a pleasant feeling of nothing but the warmth and weight beside him. He looked to the side carefully ans that movement in itself seemed to cause an explosion of pain to course its way through his body.

Obviously last night was good. He thought amused.

It wasn't until his optics finally found themselves resting on the recharging form of the object of Jazz's affections for the last few years that Jazz realised,

Last night had been MUCH better then good.

He smiled sighing with content as he shuttered his optics again.

It had started out as a small gathering for a victory or creation party or some other thing that Jazz no longer remembered, nor cared about.

He remembered being surprised to see Prowl attend, but was glad non the less. He was content watching the Officer for a while, speaking to some other officer. Eventually when the red mech (He couldn't remember whether it was Ratchet or Ironhide, but again he didn't really care) he wandered over to the tactician.

"Evenin' Prowler" Jazz grinned "Never though' Id find you at one of these"

His spark jumped pleasantly as Prowl give him one of the small, but still rare smiles.

"Good evening Jazz" the tactician greeted sipping his highgrade. Jazz inwardly congratulated himself. Most mechs would have been subject to the Prowlers wrath at using that nickname. "I thought I should come and show my faceplate for a while" he said gently "As I'm not on duty tomorrow until later in the day, Prime said I had no excuse"

Jazz grinned.

"Well then Prowler, we better get this party started, shall we?" he smirked and Prowl nodded, lips twitching up slightly in the corners.

He wasn't sure now thinking back just how they had gone from sitting chatting to the awkward, if not passionate, journey to Jazz's room. How they'd gone from sitting facing each other with a table between them to barely been able to take their hands of each other, barely able to stay quiet until they reached the room. Jazz remembered punching the key pad and the two of them finally reaching the berth.

Jazz opened his optics and looked at the mech he had spent the night with and smiled to himself. He had been outrageously attracted to the mech for some time now, and geniunely enjoyed his company. Alot of the others who noticed how weell the pair worked together thought this quite odd. They where as different as night and day, but Jazz knew they where just two sides of the same coin.

He loved everything about his Prowler. The way his optics lit up with concentration when he was reading or planning something, the way he stood when he was thinking or considering something. He loved how his spark would flutter every time he managed to bring out a rare but beautiful smile from the tactician. Of course he would never admit this.

Jazz was so lost in his thinking that he hadn't noticed the blue optics of his berth partner glowing awake. Prowl smiled ever so slightly.

"Hello" the tactician said with some amusement and Jazz looked up at him grinned his cheeky lopsided grin and went to greet his partner.

Then he became aware of the burning feeling. Prowl saw the darkened glow and suddenly worried features and knew exactly what they meant. He sat up quickly, ignoring his own systems screeching and pushed Jazz up with him.

They barely made it outside before Jazz expelled the contents of his stomach behind a boulder. He was surprised to feel a soothing hand on his back gently stroking his shoulders.

Jazz was, to put it mildly, confused.

Why the frag was he expelling the contents of the night? he hadn't been ill from highgrade since he was a youngling on cybertron. Jazz knew how to hold his highgrade, this was just embarrassing.

But what was more embarrassing, was that Prowl seemed to be fine. How could Prowl, who hardly ever drank highgrade and even less often allowed himself to be overcharged, handle their night binge drinking session better then he did.

He sighed as he stood up.

"Come now, I didn't think my face was that bad" Prowl said lip twitching into the tiniest smirk. Jazz looked at him then laughed happily.

"When did you get a sense of humour Prowler?" he smiled fondly but Prowl just smiled little more.

"I don't know... maybe when I decided to not notice Sideswipe switching the high grade with his own mix"