Timeshift

[silberfuchs]

It doesn't take an alarm to wake Albert, which is good considering the thing would get tossed right across the room by his husband and never work again. Instead, Albert wakes with the soft bustling of the city below and the sound of the ocean against Venetian shores. It's a nice change to the honking cars and endless rush of Berlin or New York, he thinks to himself just as he thinks it every morning. Venice is still a big city, but the mornings are slow and peaceful, enough that even in his drowsy pre-coffee haze the German can appreciate it, especially when he has nowhere to be.

With a gentle kiss to Jet's shoulder and a light brush through soft copper hair, Albert slips from the bed and lumbers his way downstairs, idly scratching a superficial itch on his stomach as he descends. Mechanically he goes through all the motions of making coffee, idly wondering - again as he does every morning - why they haven't gotten one of those fancy coffee pots that turns itself on in the morning and has the brew ready by the time he's awake. And again he reminds himself that Jet would probably destroy it if he tried to use it. Oh, Jet... Albert loves his husband dearly, but the blond can't do anything in the kitchen without it becoming a certified disaster.

Wait.

Blond...

Albert's mug clatters back to the counter with a loud clatter.

"Was zum Henker?!"

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[silberfuchs]

Catching his breath, Albert looks down at Jet and can't help but smile, bringing his larger hand to press lightly over Jet's narrower palm and long fingers on his chest. He supposes that natural thump is new for him coming from Albert. With a moment's thought, the German leans over to place a kiss on Jet's cheek and whisper gently in his ear. "It seems I tired you out, hm?"

And to think they say youth has more stamina.

Amused, Albert pulls away for only half a moment to straighten himself out, and then his raising Jet from the counter against his chest, lifting him to head upstairs where they can rest beside each other and he can hold Jet for as long as this lasts. He'd forgotten - he's not sure how, but he had - just how vulnerable Jet was at this age, how much he wanted to protect and shield him from the world that had already been so cruel.

He's indulged this much, he may as well indulge all the way and curl around his partner protectively.