Pieces (prowl x jazz)

Chapter 1

'Thought'
"Jazz singing"
"Prowl singing"

Jazz walked through the door of the Autobot headquarters where he saw red alert sitting at the front desk clicking from camera to the other. 'The twins must be here.' Jazz thought as he walked past the main desk unnoticed.
He walked down the hall a ways before coming to the elevator. He clicked the up button and waited for it to come. Jazz rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited. He looked down at his wrist which was covered by his fingerless gloves bluestreak got him for his birthday. A nice boy he was definitely.
"Goodmorning jazz."
Jazz looked down the hall at the voice. He instantly stood straight and put his hands down in front of him his left hand holding his right wrist. He grimmaced at the pain in his wrist as he held it. He couldn't focus on that right now or it would draw to much suspicion from prowl.
"Goodmorning," jazz said simply then mentally slapped himself at the simple reply. 'Now hes going to notice somethings wrong.' Jazz thought to himself as prowl stopped beside him as the elevator arrived. They both stepped inside and just stood in an awkward silence for a few minutes before the door opened again and they stepped out.
Prowl looked toward jazz who began to walk toward his office. He could tell something was wrong but just didnt know what it was. Maybe he should... No! Jazz was walking away! Prowl reached for jazz's hand but ended up grabbing his wrist. Jazz flinched at the pain that surged through his arm as prowl grabbed it. Prowl didnt seem to notice though so thats good. Jazz turned his head letting prowl know he had his attention.
"Is everything alright, jazz? You seem a little off today," prowl asked looking at his friend.
'That stupid question again! How many people are gonna ask me that?! No I'm not okay!'
"I'm fine," jazz said keeping his thoughts to himself. He didnt want to lie to prowl but in this case he needed to for his sake and for prowl's. Prowl doesn't need to worry about him all the time, he was a grown teen after all.
Prowl let go of jazz's wrist not saying anything to the boy as he began to walk away and toward his office. 'Was he lying to me? He doesn't seem very okay. Maybe I should ask someone if they've noticed anything different about him.' Prowl thought as he walked toward his office.

-few hours of work later-

Jazz stepped through the doors of his home. He looked around at the empty house and sighed. Jazz walked up the stairs and to his room where he changed into an oversize shirt and his boxers. He walked back down the stairs to hear the TV on.
Jazz instantly grabbed a gun he had hidden behind a picture. He walked toward the front room, cocking the gun before turning the corner and pointing it but not firing. He lowered it when he saw prowl sitting on the couch with a shocked look on his face. A face jazz has never seen before.
Jazz put the gun down after unloading it. He walked toward the couch and sat down turning to look at prowl with a face that just said 'explain.'
Prowl sighed and looked down at a bag on the floor. He looked back up at jazz and gave him a light smile. "I thought maybe I could stay the night with you?" Prowl said (more like questioned) with unease in his voice. After getting a gun to the face you would have the same unease in your voice to.
Jazz's face was unreadable as he looked down at the bag then back at prowl then back toward the bag. He stood and walked toward the door locking it.
"Well youre not leaving now so you might as well," jazz said as he walked back towards prowl. Prowl smiled and looked jazz over at what the teen was wearing. (so its not weird jazz is like 17-18 and prowl's 18-19.) He looked up at jazz and smiled again. Jazz smiled back and led him upstairs to the guest room where he could change out of his suit and into something comfortable. Prowl watched jazz leave and then took his suit off to put on a tee and some sweat pants. He finished getting dressed and walked downstairs to see jazz had moved the couch back and was looking through his phone for something. Prowl walked over to him and jazz hid his phone as he clicked on something. It sounded like a music box then someone counting to an actual song beat. Jazz sat his phone down and reached for prowl to take his hand. Prowl smiled and excepted the hand, but instead of jazz taking the lead like jazz thought he would prowl took it. Jazz smiled as prowl spun him out away from him then back in a sweet dance that followed the beat well. Prowl looked at jazz as he held one of his hands his other on jazz's waist as he sang the last bit of the song to jazz the sweet soft parts were filled with sweet and soft dancing while the more energetic parts were filled with spins and tips.

"I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain't my style, but I don't care
Well I'd do anything with you anywhere.
"I don't dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles.
"It ain't my style, but I don't care
I'd do anything with you anywhere
Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl.
'Cause, I don't dance.
No, Ooh."

Jazz smiled happily as the song ended. He tryed to pull away but prowl didnt let him go. He looked up at prowl to see prowl smiling at him. Then prowl did something jazz wasnt expecting.

He kissed him...