Author's Note: XD Sorry for the long delay XD but I hope you like this little idea that has been lurking around in my head just a little too long XDDDD I would love to hear from you who you would like to see, what pairings you would like. I'm considering Sam and bee for this one xD possibly XDDDDDD but XD I want to do some crack pairings XDDDDD

Disclaimer: Own nothing XD but the sponge! XDDDD

"Jazz… this isn't funny…" A rather handsome face was peering up through the windscreen at the dark skinned beauty that was hall sprawled across his hood. "Please… I can very well do this in the washracks." Those pale cheeks were slightly flushed with heat as a sponge was sliding over his hood. "You have no need… to… aahhh…" A hot little moan escaped him, his eyes bright as he was covering his mouth with one hand to keep in the sounds that wanted so fervently to slip through between his fingers.

"No need to? Prowler, Prowler! You are just begging for a wash."

"I am not even dirty." Lips pressed together, still attempting to keep in the sounds as he watched his lover leaning up over the windscreen and working his way up onto the roof… "NO!"

Before Prowl could stop the other, the wet sponge touched the underside of his police lights, sliding along the very edges of them, working over the warm delicate edges. The man was sprawled out in the driver's seat, whimpering softly as his body was being stimulated by Jazz's holoform, there was nothing that could compare to the touch of his… friend… It was… delightful. His lips were parted as he was moaning softly, his lips parted as his chest was rising and falling quickly with each stroke of that sponge against a particularly sensitive spot of his anatomy.

"Hey Baby, yah okay in there?" Jazz called softly, glancing down over the side of the roof and through the window and grinned at the sight before him. Prowl was slumped in the driver's side, legs apart a little, obviously aroused by what was going on and clearly being unable to help himself. "You know what you could do, Beautiful…"

Pleasure glazed eyes lifted upwards to regard the source of his pleasure, clearly attempting to clear his processors, but Jazz was clearly having none of that, a hand reaching down to stroke along his doors, teasing hypersensitive metal of what would in robot mode be his doorwings. "…Ja…zz…" It was breathless. So beautiful, flustered cheeks and uncertain what to do to relieve the pressure that seemed to be haunting his lower regions… A little whimper escaped Prowl, bright blue eyes fluttered half closed, lashes brushing against soft cheeks, warm damp lips parted, the lower one positively quivering.

"Touch yahrself."

"No." Prowl was squirming in his seat helplessly, shaking his head ever so slightly and trying to resist what was being done to him.

"Do yah wan' me ta stop?"

Biting his lower lip, Prowl was gazing up into those dark eyes and swallowing hard around the lump in this throat, definitely not being able to resist the look that he was begin given by his beloved Jazz.

The sponge moved away and instantly the dark haired beauty was making a whimpered sound of protest, utterly incapable of doing anything else but doing what Jazz wanted as long as the other continued to touch him. "Please… Jazz…"

"Go on, its just us, no one can see yah." The wet sponge was sliding against sensitive metal again, teasing it playfully. A bare foot brushed lazily against the side of the door and across it to the windshield. "Go on, Baby."

Prowl's entire expression was still quite flustered as he was reluctantly reaching down to his pants, touching his belt and felt the weight of his service weapon and other officer's every day items. He was in uniform after all, his hologram matching his black and white alt mode perfectly, his black locks were clinging to his slightly damp skin, hips arching ever so slightly. He couldn't… he couldn't do that… not what Jazz was asking him to do.

"Prowler… I'll reward yah."

"Re…ward?" Dazed blue eyes were blinking up at his… lover…

"Oh yes, yah do a good job, and I'll clean yah all up afterwards."

Finally giving in to what his lover was saying, he was finally slipping his belt buckle undone, reaching down to carefully unbutton and then unzip his pants. Suddenly ghost hands were touching him, making him jerk sharply and glance upwards at Jazz, then at the white sports car that was suddenly resting beside him, his systems were positively purring over the fact that Jazz had jacked into his systems, their closeness easily allowing the other in. His lover was so sneaky like that, using just 'solid' but invisible holoforms besides his main one to help stimulate his holoform. "Cheater."

Jazz smirked from where he was still on Prowl's roof, stroking at those lips again with wet fingers, teasing circuitry and leaning forwards to lightly lick over the sensitive seams, sucking a little at the edge of the siren, tongue fluttering back and forth against it. But those invisible hands were gently unbuttoning Prowl's shirt, sliding it open, both nipples suddenly been stroked and a warm weight seemed to rest right in Prowl's lap, yet… there was nothing there.

Prowl, however, was forced to acknowledge his length that was attempting to work its way out of his pants. Jazz wasn't touching that… as much as Prowl desired him too. His head arched upwards as those ghostly lips were touching his jaw, brushing against his throat, the sensations from both his holoform and true form was… something spectacular, setting every sensor array he had on fire with that bubbling heat that was slowly edging upwards through him. "Jazz…" This was an impossible situation.

That was until he felt fingers curl around one of his hands, drawing it downwards and his palm touching the hot aching length, sliding his hand down along it making his entire body jerk hard into his own fingers as they were closed around it. "What… what are you doing? No… I shouldn't."

"Oh yes, look at yah. Feel it throbbin' in yahr hand? Stroke it."

Tentatively doing so, he was being rewarded by hot bursts of pleasure right up through his mainframe, his hips arching as that mouth had found his nipples, ghosting hands were becoming slowly more solid, the caresses on the outside being replaced by the warm slender weight of a barefoot Jazz, straddling his hips and sucking on his nipples. Prowl's free hand reached up to stroke over those warm locks, feeling the other leaning into his touch, his fingers being sucked playfully. His free hand was being drawn to his own chest, his fingers were guided over to his nipples, shown just how to stroke them to get the heated response from him.

"Yah know whatcha want?" A warm cloth covered rear was rubbing against Prowl's lap, helping to stimulate the holoform beneath him.

"You… but… we…" This was so tempting… so very tempting, so very tempting to just tug Jazz's pants down from that sexy little rear that was tormenting him. "One week left. You haven't won."

"I will have yah in my bed by then…"

"You know… I could very well have you in my own by then…" Prowl was trying hard to answer wittily, but Jazz was carefully guiding his hands, keeping him going and he knew he wouldn't last very long at this rate.

"Yah… mean… that?" Bright eyes blinked sharply head lifting to regard his lover for a long moment. "Prowl… do… yah really… mean that?"

"You bet I do, Jazz." And he was rewarded with two hands reaching down to push his own away and was being jerked off sharply, a mouth devouring his own, glossa tormenting him rather playfully. "See… I have… no reason… to do it myself… not when you seem just so very eager to do it for me."

Jazz made a sound and was about to stop in protest when he felt Prowl jerk hard under him, those bright vivid blue eyes seemed to almost glow for a moment before dropping down onto the seat, groaning as fluids were dripping down over Jazz's fingers, the dark skinned beauty laughing softly. "Yah were playing coy?"

"I might have been…" An arm wrapped around his lover, drawing him close and keeping him deeply, delighting in the heat and taste of him, lips turning upwards into a genuine and loving smile. "A good tactician plans for every possibility."

"You… you!" Spluttering, Jazz pouted at the sound of his lover's warm laughter, but he was soon melting in against the warmth of that body beneath him. "I will get yah for that."

"I look forwards to that."