Meeting Surprise

I wasn't really planning on writing this, but I couldn't figure out anything to write, and I wanted to write something. It's not the best story ever, and it probably has typoes I've missed, but I hoped you enjoy it. As one final warning, this is a sticky!fic.

Constructive critcism is welcome. Flaming is not welcome. I don't go around telling anyone else their works suck, so I'd appreciate it if no one told me that. Thank you.

Prompt:
During one of Optimus Primes meetings, the Lambo twins and Jazz decide to loosen up Prowl. They all sit close to him and attempt to get him to overload. Prowl may or may not know who is touching him. I'll leave that decision up to the author. Prowl is afraid to say anything because he'd be highly embarrassed if anyone knew. Must feature prowl overloading to someone finger fucking his valve from behind him.

Story:

Prowl stared at the report that Red Alert was giving; for once, the other mech wasn't rambling on about conspiracies, so it was going better than most meetings had been so far. Why Optimus had called them all in at that point was beyond him, but it was good to hear the reports. He still didn't understand why the Lambo twins were there, but he wasn't going to let it bother him

Jazz grinned at the twins, making sure that Prowl wouldn't see them; they had all three sat around him for a reason, and Prowl wasn't questioning them. Then again, maybe the tactician hadn't noticed that they were right next to him, closer than they needed to be. He slowly moved a hand towards Prowl's thigh, stroking it slowly, watching the other mech tense.

Sideswipe slowly, quietly, moved his chair so he was sitting directly behind Prowl. He rubbed at the other's valve cover, unlatching it silently so no one would hear. His fingers moved around it teasingly as he watched his twin play with the tactician's doorwings. He was surprised that no one had looked over; on the other hand, Prowl had already given his report, so no one had any reason to look over at them, unless they neeed Prowl's input, which wasn't too likely at the moment.

Sunstreaker murmured something as he continued to trace the sensors in the door panels. He smirked when Prowl's doorwings fluttered. The frontliner glanced over at his twin, who wore the same smirk as he did.

Jazz glanced around the room before he ducked under the desk; it wasn't uncommon for him to disappear after he'd finished his report - which he'd done first - so he knew that no one would notice. Well, no one except for Prowl. He trailed his glossa up the tactician's thigh, feeling the normally composed Prowl give a shudder. ::You've been needing to loosen up.:: Jazz made sure to convey the seductiveness in what he was saying through the private comm.

Prowl chewed on his bottom lip to keep from making a sound; it was hard for him to do, however, when he was getting pleasure from three sources. He didn't know when, but his hands had moved to the back of Jazz's head, holding the sabotuer down there. He looked around, not wanting anyone to see what was going on. Why did they have to choose to do what they were doing during a meeting?

Sideswipe's fingers pressed into the tactician's valve slowly, making the tactician bite back a cry. He wasn't really surprised when he found out how tight the other's entrance was; in fact, all three of them had been certain that he hadn't interfaced in a long time, if he ever had. He let the finger move around in the valve slowly. While he, Sunstreaker and Jazz wanted nothing more than to screw Prowl senseless - even if they couldn't during the meeting - they didn't want to hurt the other.

Prowl's optics widened as the first finger was joined by another. He gripped the table, leaving a dent in it, as Sideswipe's fingers continued to invade his valve. His fan whirred to life, and he cursed inwardly, hoping that the others in the room couldn't hear it. The last thing he needed was to be reemed - in front of Jazz and the twins, of all mechs - about interfacing in public, especially considering he had always been the one telling others not to.

Sunstreaker nuzzled Prowl's neck, optics locked on the others in the room. "Don't worry," he murmured. "They won't see anything. They won't know what we're doing."

Jazz chuckled as his glossa traced a seam on Prowl's leg. ::Just relax and have some fun, Prowler.::

Prowl bit back a cry as a third finger joined the first two in his valve; he was getting so close, but he couldn't overload in public. It would be too embarrassing. Thinking about it, however, wasn't much better. He could feel his logic centers getting close to locking up as he thought of what was going to happen.

::Calm down, Prowl. Would probably be more embarrassing if you crashed in the middle of a meeting. Then they'd have to come over, and they'd see what's going on here.::

Sideswipe moved his fingers in and out slowly, teasingly. He was enjoying watching Prowl's expressions change as the mech came closer and closer to release.

Prowl let out a small whimper as he lifted himself off the chair a little. He was glad that no one was watching as he moved against the fingers; he was going to hate himself afterwards, but, at that moment, all that seemed to matter was reaching overload.

Jazz trailed his glossa over Prowl's abdomen, licking at one of the few areas not covered by the other's armor. He moved one hand between the other's legs, running his fingers around the tactician's valve. He didn't try to press his fingers in seeing as how he didn't want to hurt the other.

Sideswipe grinned when Prowl stopped caring about whether anyone heard him or not; he ignored the looks they were being given, ignored the fact that Red Alert had crashed after going on about there being something wrong with Prowl for him to be interfacing in public.

Sunstreaker moved away from the Datsun's doorwings when Prowl arched and cried out in overload. He was glad he did when the other's wings jolted, too.
Prowl clutched the table harder as he rode out his overload.

Jazz stood up, catching Prowl as the tactician slumped forward. He grinned at Prowl and the twins, looking extremely satisfied with the results of their plan.

"And would any of you care to tell me what that was about?" Optimus asked, eyeing the four mechs. "Or would it be better if I didn't know?"

Prowl groaned in embarrassment as the Lambo twins began to try to come up with some sort of excuse, only to be told to leave and to take Jazz and Prowl with them.