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The secrets you keep

It had been a long day of classes and studying and preparations for final exams that were coming up over the next few weeks. Winter break was in the air and it was both exciting and stressful for students on the NYU campus. Thanks to his studies and preparations, as a matter of fact, he hadn't seen much of his partner all day. It was frustrating. But now he was on his way over to Albert's office where he knew the German would be settling in soon for his office hours.

Jet should probably leave him alone...but he'd gotten a thought into his head earlier in the day and he didn't want to wait to execute it.

The lanky teen was outside Albert's door in five minutes and the only reason he didn't barge in was the voice of a girl on the other side of the door. She was asking some question about some topic Albert had covered a few weeks ago, one that made Jet roll his eyes and tempt him to open the door and answer for her. It wasn't that hard. But he waited and Albert explained perfectly in that patient way he does, resulting in the girl thanking him and leaving the office.

Jet couldn't help but notice her cheeks were stained red as she left. A coil of possessive jealousy snaked itself in his chest, but he tried not to let it show as he walked into the office himself and shut the door. His backpack got slung in a corner as he folded himself onto the chair opposite the older man. his older man.

"She just asked that to have an excuse to come see you 'cause she's crushing on you hard." He was definitely trying his best to make it sound flippant.

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"Probably. It's a good thing I have no interest." Albert smiles at Jet despite the younger man's clear irritation. He's standing from his desk to put a book away, having just shown his student something to study at home. Albert crosses back to his desk, forcing himself not to go embrace Jet since if one of his colleagues came in, it could start some unwanted questions.

"I thought you were going to be in the library for the rest of the day." At least, that's what was said this morning, which Jet fretting over his exams. Albert had woken up that morning with the notion of some sort of playtime later in the day, but hadn't even asked due to Jet's listing of all his assignments. His studies come first, after all. Albert's goal is to give Jet a better life, he's certainly not looking to mess it up by not keeping his own libido in check.

"Good thing." Jet muttered and leaned his chin on his hand, attempting to banish the sour note in his head. The question, however, earns a shrug. He'd spent all day pouring over everything he had to do and he'd done it, the thought that maybe he could get Albert alone later convincing him to give it his all.

If he cleared up his schedule, he could fit more time with his partner into it.

"I finished everything and already spent lots of time studying. Figured a break would be nice. 'Sides, I kinda missed you all day, figured this was as good a time as any to get your attention.

You're not busy, right?" Waiting around for students to show up wasn't being busy, Jet could think of several better things they could do with this time instead.

"I still have an hour left where people can come in and out." There's a warning tone there, but apologetic too. He has to stay, it's his job, even though he'd much rather play hooky with his sub instead.

So, grudgingly because he knows there's the possibility of being watched, Albert murmurs to Jet as he passes him to put another book and a different shelf. "I've missed you too, Spätzchen."

Jet made a face that could be construed as pouting (but definitely wasn't because Jet Link did not pout just like he wasn't flushed slightly from the pet name because that would be equally dumb) and stood from his chair to move and flop in Albert's instead, his feet propped up on his partner's desk like it was an ottoman.

"Good. You wouldn't really get in trouble, right? Besides, if they didn't get it the first time that's their fault."

A whole hour. He could probably get some extra studying in or maybe a nap or some food, but that seemed like way too long to wait for his dom's freedom.

Jet didn't have too much time to think about it as a firm knock at the door sounded -something far too sure of itself to be a student- and startled the younger man into standing. Crap. He had no real reason to be in here this time of year without drawing suspicion. The likely-faculty-possibly-Albert's-boss would come in and see Jet there and have questions and then the cat would be out of the bag and they'd both get in trouble and it would be Jet's fault. This string of thought process rushed through his head in the seconds it took for that knocking hand to reach for the handle and as the knob turned, Jet dove under Albert's desk, hiding in the hollow that was meant for the German's feet.

It was perfect, if he just stayed quiet, no one would ever know. He was suddenly thankful he'd thrown his backpack in a corner where it would be unobtrusive.

"Well I-" He's interrupted by the knock, full on deer-in-the-headlights. He knows that knock. The department chair has a very distinctive rap of her knuckles and Albert's helpless to the slow creaking open of the heavy mahogany door until he realizes he and Jet hadn't been doing anything strange. Just talking. It's perfectly normal for a student to see a previous professor.

Though it's not exactly normal for a student to go skittering under said professor's desk at the sight of anyone coming.

In a poor attempt to cover for his sub, Albert slides into his chair, effectively trapping Jet in place so he can't peek out and spoil his unnecessary cover. Now that he's down there, he'll have to stay until Albert's boss leaves or they'll both be facing some very uncomfortable questions.

"Evalyn, how nice to see you. Did you need something?" He smiles only as much as he normally would, setting some pens into the cup at the corner of his desk.

Jet went still as Albert sat and trapped him under the desk, listening as the two older adults conversed. It was all very polite and he was somewhat impressed with Albert's ability to keep up the secret of who was under his desk. Of course, then the lady had to ruin it by ending whatever work-related junk she'd come to talk about and simply having idle conversation, mostly about work but some non-work related things thrown in as well. It would be a normal conversation if it weren't for the subtle flirting beneath her words. It was probably inappropriate work conduct, but she wasn't saying anything overtly sexual so it wasn't like she was breaking any real rules.

He listened, waiting for Albert to shut her down in that subtle way he did sometimes when other subs would show an interest in him, but it didn't come. Jet listened as his partner made nice with her, practically encouraging her behavior which she certainly wasn't stopping. It irritated him every which way. Albert was his dom and while he certainly couldn't pop out from under the desk and tell the lady that, he could take measures to remind the irksome man in front of him of the fact.

Slowly and carefully, knowing full well Albert wouldn't be able to stop him without giving them both away, Jet scooted forward and reached to undo Albert's pants. The belt and button were easy enough, the zipper he had to go more slowly with to keep the sound from drawing attention. He was patient with it, though. Soon enough, the younger man had access to what he was looking for and gently freed Albert to the room under the cover of the desk. He was limp and soft in Jet's hand, but he'd fix that soon enough. Jet leaned forward so his head was in Albert's lap and took the tip into his mouth.

He coughs. He coughs and nearly kicks Jet under his desk but the latter action could end poorly for the both of them - more Albert than Jet considering where his sub's teeth are - so he just coughs, trying to cover the sound of the zipper and carrying on with his conversation despite the tongue currently wrapping around the head of his cock.

He'll have to think up a really firm punishment for this one, but right now he has to struggle with the fact that his boss is right there and the illicit internal thrill he gets from Jet doing whatever the hell he wants without immediate recompense.

So idle chatter continues, even while he feels himself rapidly getting hard under Jet's attention.

His partner hardens faster than Jet anticipated and it makes him grin around his mouthful -so Albert was really enjoying this, huh? Probably not intentionally. Oh, he'd probably get it later for acting out of order in public, but right now he had what he wanted.

Gentle fingers massaged and coaxed at the parts not occupying Jet's mouth and those parts that were received a thorough coating with Jet's tongue. The longer the lady sat there, the more time Jet had to make his dom finish. With a soft thud of a hand falling across the desk from her side made Jet's teeth graze the sensitive skin in retaliation. The more her subtle flirting went on, the more brazen he was going to get.

Albert tries desperately to focus on the words from his boss' mouth, something about fundraisers or her children, something he can simply smile and nod along to without too much effort, which is good because it seems all his mental acuity has left his head for the one in Jet's mouth. He shudders when those teeth craze across now-taut skin, his cock approaching full stiffness with the amount of attention being paid to it, and he's forced to make up some excuse about it being chilly despite the sweater vest over his button down.

It's a poor excuse considering how warm he is under the collar, and he forces himself to try and focus on less attractive things. The subway. The need to get his hair cut. The diatribes Gilmore goes on during their infrequent phone calls about the ravages of age that he'll likely never know.

It helps enough to clear his head, at least for the moment, but he needs to end this 'friendly chat' as soon as possible. What had she just said? Something about a promotion. "That's wonderful, congratulations! I'm sure that means you'll be even busier from now on, doesn't it?"

Jet shifts forward even more, hands moving to rest on the older man's knees as he takes his partner into his mouth as deeply as he can and sucks. His head bobs a bit, offering that movement that would get Albert off although his range of motion was limited to a little over an inch at most.

However, it seemed the conversation was winding down and, sure enough, in the next thirty seconds her chair scrapped back and she was leaving the room, allowing Jet the mental countdown until she'd be out of earshot before he hummed gently to send vibrations through Albert's cock. He was in for it now, but if he could pull Albert over that edge first, he'd be happy with it.

The second the door clicks shut, Albert's hand fists in Jet's hair and he scoots back from the desk, hauling his sub from underneath and whirling him around to slam him down with chest to the desk top. There's frustration in the movement, maybe a modicum of anger, but any apparent violence in the move is very carefully controlled and causes no more pain than perhaps a tantalizingly uncomfortable press of Albert's hand at the small of Jet's back as he yanks down his trousers. "Do you think that was funny?"

Bent over the desk like that, Albert has easy access to all of Jet. He could go lock the door now that office hours are over. Let himself roam freely with fingertips and tongue, make Jet beg for him. But he doesn't want to encourage this sort of behavior and so instead he takes a slightly more dangerous but also more disciplinary route. He puts two fingers in his mouth, coating them quickly, and slides them into Jet without preamble to prepare him, spreading with a mechanical stiffness and care so as not to hurt his sub, but still get his displeasure at his behavior across. "The potential of losing my job? Does that excite you?"

A moment more and instead of his fingers it's his hard-as-steel cock that pushes into Jet instead, pinning him to the desk as Albert's other hand wraps around his sub's erection not to coax but instead to prohibit him from release. "I think-"

He peppers his speech with wicked thrusts.

"I have been lax-"

Drives of his hips, wanting nothing more but his own relief from this.

"In my discipline."

He lets himself peak and finishes deep inside his sub with a gasp of release, still with his hand around his lover's cock to keep him from the same.

Jet's will come later and be hard earned.

It's all fast and hard as he finds himself face-first in the desk with Albert's fingers in him and then it's his cock, still slick from Jet's attentions and he moans into the wood. This was torture in the way it wasn't lasting long enough, he'd already hardened, but the grip around him was too tight and even he couldn't cum in so short a time without any foreplay. But the power of Albert's frustration and how he chose to take it out was intoxicating in it's own way. He never regretted their blurred lines, but there was something to be said for when his dom acted like a dom.

"Albert..." He was filled with his partner and still in desperate need and it just wasn't fair. "You certainly seemed to like it, threat and all." He tried to move to get more friction from somewhere but found no mercy in his partner's hands. "Please."

"No." He says it firmly, a command not to be argued with, and he pulls away to zip up his pants. "Straighten up, we're going home."

Jet needs to learn that there is a time and a place for these things and in front of his boss where he could potentially lose his job and no longer be able to support them both is not it.

"And you're to keep your hands where I can see them the entire way there." His tone brokers absolutely no argument. There's no way Jet is going to get away without some kind of repercussion. He's gone too far.

Jet doesn't bother to stifle the frustrated groan of not being granted release. But Albert wasn't kidding around, he'd stick to his word no matter what Jet said or did and if Jet said or did anything too bad, it'd only make it worse for him.

As he straightened himself out - and tried to arrange himself in a way that made his erection less obvious - it occurred to him Albert might actually be seriously pissed. That made him feel a little bad.

Acting a little like a scolded dog, Jet followed Albert obediently back home.

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The trek back to the apartment is several blocks and Albert outright refuses to touch Jet the entire way. Even just a reach for his hand is met with the German simply stuffing his gloved palms deeper in his coat pockets, even if the gentle part of him wants to let it go and link fingers until he has to dig out keys. He holds onto the anger instead, the fear that he could lose his job and therefore the means to take care of the both of them; Jet may receive a 'scholarship' - an allowance from Gilmore disguised as anonymous academic sponsorship from the foundation - but there's a point of pride for Albert in actually caring for his sub in a provider role. If he couldn't he wouldn't be able to consider himself Jet's dom, or anyone's for that matter.

And Jet had put that in jeopardy on a whim.

So he forces himself to stay hands off until they reach the apartment, walking several flights of stairs (Albert rarely takes the elevator) and opening the door without saying a word until they're both inside. He gives all the impression of ignoring his sub entirely other than to make sure that they were never too far apart the entire walk home, but in reality Albert has remained hyper-aware of every discomfort of his partner, every sign of anxiety or frustration at just how far in the doghouse the younger man imagines he might be.

"Get something to eat," Albert suggests calmly, no matter how frazzled Jet has become in Albert withholding all obvious attention and touch for the last twenty minutes, and disappears into his little side office to put his things down.

He pauses after receiving the order, nearly reaching for Albert in a desperate grab for some kind of contact. His hands make it up to his waist before dropping back down as he turned towards the kitchen. His backpack got dropped near the door on his way to the kitchen and once he got there, he opened the fridge and stared at it blindly.

He'd been obediently following his dom's lead all the way back home, despite the discomfort and then anxiousness that enveloped him the whole time, he'd thought the act would fall once they were in private and Albert would at least touch him again. There'd been nothing, just continued brush off, leaving Jet painfully ignored and in mounting concern that he'd gone too far this time.

He'd acted out of jealousy because Albert was his and with how nice and nice looking he was, many subs and doms alike gave Albert second glances. Their gaze would make Jet's stomach twist in possessive jealousy, but he'd behave himself. The woman had been outright flirting with Albert and Jet was left with nothing to do but what he thought would be thrilling for his partner and remind him he had someone there who wanted to fulfill his every desire and meet his every need.

Now Jet was left looking back on his own actions wondering if, perhaps, what he'd done instead was show Albert Jet was too unruly to keep. After all, Albert had had his job before he'd had Jet, it was possible one meant more to the German than the other. A university position was hard to obtain, an obedient sub who didn't threaten that position wasn't.

His desire for food gone, but his body still demanding it, Jet finally payed attention to the fridge and chose something he could devour quickly while he waited to hear back on his verdict from the man who was judge and jury.

He stays in his office for a full twenty minutes, enough time to go through the mail, let Jet eat something, and gather his thoughts enough that his anger thaws. That jealous streak of Jet's needs to get under control, and the underlying insecurity that causes it put to rest. What was he doing wrong? What need of Jet's was he not fulfilling that he had to continue to act out? Or was it not his fault at all, only that he isn't enough? That Jet wants more than he can provide? They need to talk, but he's worried he's already done irreparable damage.

He guesses he'll find out.

Albert steps back out into the kitchen and solemnly takes a seat at the breakfast table, folding his ungloved hands before him on the placemat. "Come sit down, I want to talk about what happened."

Jet hadn't made it far in the time it took for Albert to reappear, he'd been leaning against the counter, his body finally (and disappointingly) calm again after the incident in Albert's office. When Albert sat, he had that same air as a teacher preparing to lecture a student and it made Jet uneasy.

Still, he complied and sat across from his dom, his arms folded across his stomach in his unease. "Yeah? What do you want to talk about?" No, that was dumb, what else would he want to talk about but what Jet was already going over in his head. If he wanted to get this over with, he needed to go ahead and take the steps he already knew.

"M'sorry I threatened your job like that, I swear that wasn't what I was trying to do."

"Then what were you trying to do?" It's not accusatory. In fact, the question is devoid of any emotion at all in that careful way that Albert gets when he's trying to look at things objectively and listen to what Jet is telling him in a way that translates into what his sub needs. Unfortunately it also makes him nigh unreadable, a closed book with a lock on the front to hide his thoughts on the conversation.

"If it was simply a potential side effect of whatever you were trying to accomplish, you need to think before you act, Jet."

"It wasn't-!" Jet huffed and looked away, knowing he'd only get frustrated if he kept looking at Albert when he was like this. Usually, Jet could get a pretty good read on his partner whenever he wanted, but when he was like this, Jet might as well be staring at a wall.

"She was flirting with you. Not just playing, but actually flirting...and you weren't telling her off or shutting her down or anything, you just let it happen! That's just as good as encouraging it. I get why we've got to hide 'us' but then people think you're available to just waltz up and try their hand for...but...you're not." Sure, sometimes a dom would come up to Jet and flirt, but if Albert wasn't there to shut it down himself, Jet made quick work of it by showing he wasn't going to be bossed around by just anyone. No one wanted a sub that hard to tame.

Well, one guy did, but that was why Jet wondered if sometimes he was too much. Or just not enough.

No other dom in their right mind, at least one worth having that wouldn't try and take Jet on as a challenge, would want the crap Jet knew he shouldn't be allowed to get away with. But Albert...any sub would be lucky to have him. Jet was lucky to have him and he selfishly wanted to keep him. He'd just gotten caught up in that thought.

"I didn't want you to forget you had someone who'd--" He shrugged, unable to find the words to say he'd do anything for Albert. Anything his partner needed, just as long as it made Albert happy.

"First of all, she is a dom as well, and even if she was flirting she is my direct superior. There is nothing I can do about it unless she makes an overt move. Then I can shut her down and report her to the campus coalition, but not if she just seems overly friendly." He responds coolly, as if teaching one of his lectures. "If I interrupted a perfectly normal conversation by saying I was already attached, not only would it have implications for my thought processes in assuming my boss is romantically inclined towards me, it may invite questions concerning whom I'm in a relationship with, which could cost me my job and you your academic standing."

Having explained himself properly, Albert's mien turns softer and he unclasps his hands from on top of the table, leaning back in his chair and letting his palms fall to his knees with a brow-furrowed look at Jet. "I would never forget I had you, Spätzchen. What have I done to make you think I would?"

If there was one way to soften Jet and mellow him out, it was that pet name. He couldn't explain it, but even when he'd first heard it, he'd known it and the thought of it warmed him. It was familiar and something Albert had given him that no one else would ever get from the German.

"You haven't! It's just..." His eyes drilled holes in the table while he fought with his mind and tongue to make them work together. He didn't want Albert to think he'd done something, for once, that wasn't what this was.

"There's...plenty of subs out there and some doms too -even if you don't want to admit it- who've looked you over twice. You'd make them happy and they'd do everything to make you happy in return." Just like Jet did. "But they'd be more like what you'd want, or what you should want. For being so stuffy and stuck-in-your-ways as you are with some things, having the kind of relationship we do doesn't seem to make sense. Why'd you let me turn the tables on you and resist your orders if it's not the way things're supposed to be?"

That was just the way Jet was, but that didn't mean Albert had to put up with it, had to choose it. "Just kinda makes me wonder when whatever craving's got you going against the grain like this will be fixed and you'll come to your senses. I don't want to be on the sidelines when that happens."

It's so hard to look at his face and not tell him everything, not tell Jet how he is everything good in Albert's life and has been for decades, how they'd fought together, lived together, and loved together well before Jet remembers. How he'd almost lost Jet before and it'd nearly killed him in turn. How he's done everything he can just to stay in Jet's life in even the smallest capacity.

But he can't ever say any of it. Can't explain their shared history and the very reason why Albert only has eyes for the redhead across the table from him. He can't ruin his future, not even to assuage that painful gnawing of doubt he sees in Jet's eyes and hears in Jet's voice. Albert can't tell him why.

But there are things he can say.

"I need you." It's simple and plainly stated, but still somehow vulnerable in all the emotional weight behind it. Words bobbing on a stormy tide. "Not for any other reason than you are exactly who you are. I don't care who looks at me or flirts or whatever you think you saw. Since the day we met, all I've ever wanted is you."

He holds Jet's gaze, trying to will him to believe, to quell those fears he can see sloshing around in his partner's head. That's what he is, too. Not just a sub, a partner. On equal footing, and not just because Jet is headstrong and opinionated, but because Albert trusts him the same, if not more than he trusts himself.

"I need you," he repeats softly.

Jet was quiet a long time, mind filled with static in response to those three words. For some, there was a different set of words that would mean more, but for Jet...no one had ever said they needed him before. He'd never felt needed until he'd met Albert. The days when Albert would just stay holed up in his apartment when he could be getting out and spending the day in the sun, would he go take a walk in the park if Jet didn't drag him out the door? The nights when memories took the place of nightmares and left his partner shaken until Jet gave him shelter in his arms, would he sleep again if he were alone? When he'd first met the philosophy professor, Jet hadn't known how handsome he looked when he smiled...until Jet had done something that made it happen and then Jet had made it his mission to keep it happening as often as possible. Maybe Albert did need him.

But it certainly wasn't one-sided. Jet needed Albert too. Who else would keep him balanced when he careened too far one way or another and kept him out of trouble? And Jet had his own nightmares, some of them memories and some of them so deranged with scientists and cybernetics and aliens that sleep would have been impossible if it weren't for Albert curled around him. That was Albert: soft and gentle and caring, even if he didn't feel like it. How many times had Alba warned him about finding a dom who would take care of him? Someone that would love him and want him, someone that wasn't Ciro. That person was the one sitting across from Jet with pain in his expression.

Jet stood and quietly moved around the table to pull Albert's head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his partner. "I need you too. I don't want you to doubt that."

He indulges for a moment. Albert can't help it, warm against Jet's stomach even through his shirt. The older man brings his arms up to hang in a loose circle on his partner's hips, nose buried in that warmth, and lets himself believe for just a moment that nothing else matters but this, that he's the one who's to be taken care of.

He is, in a way, but it's not the same as it was when Jet knew everything and soothed the scars in the same way that Albert tries to sooth his. That's what this is all about, though. To give Jet the life he should have had, one of choice and promise instead of darkness and endless fighting. It's a huge hole in Albert's heart but it's still a small price to pay for his lover's freedom.

A sigh ruffles the fabric in front of Albert's mouth and he pulls away enough to look up at Jet, meeting his gaze calmly but with purpose. "Then please don't do things like that. I need to take care of you. I can't do that without a job." Plus he actually likes his job, something he was surprised at when Gilmore had first gotten him the position. It's so different from the blue-collar work he'd always done, so much more fulfilling.

Maybe he'd wanted this life for himself too, on some level.

Jet nodded his agreement to behave, eyes glued to Albert's. There was still something there, something deeper that Jet couldn't identify, but it was so deep Jet didn't even know where to start on digging it up. He'd have to leave it for now.

He pulled away and reached for Albert's hands, a feeling stealing over him as he looked down at his dom. "Come on. Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you for once."

He gave Albert a smile and coaxed him into standing so Jet could lead him back towards their bedroom and where all the tools Jet wanted were already ready for them.

"Are you sure?" It's a soft question as Albert stands to follow Jet obediently to their bedroom. It's almost submissive in how cautious a tone he uses, barely daring to even think that this could be like before Yomi, when Jet insisted every so often on taking the reins, on letting Albert forget everything he was supposed to do, supposed to be, and let him simply relinquish control and give over all his trust to his partner.

Jet wants him to trust him, wants to show him he can be trusted even after a display like today in the office, and while the dominant and logical side of Albert pulls for him to take charge and shut down this deviant flip to their intimacy, it's the rest of him that longs for release and to rekindle the connection that had allowed him to do that with Jet initially.

But he first needs to know that Jet isn't doing it out of some feeling of possession in anger at his boss, or through some mistaken notion that he must to keep Albert's interest, and so he asks even as the door shuts softly behind them and they're left in the relief of the bright lights of the city through shaded windows. "Don't feel obligated, please. I'm you're Dom, I'm supposed to take care of you."

Jet turned towards Albert once the door was closed and the rest of the world was banished from their lives, his long arms snaking behind Albert's neck. "And you do, but you're also my partner...you have needs that I want to meet, so let me."

He pressed a kiss to Albert's lips that was chaste in action but not in emotion, his physical attempt to convey what he was saying. Gently, he pulled away and tugged at the hem of Albert's shirt. "You're wearing too much."

He wanted to get Albert naked, to leave them both bare to the falling night and lavish his dom in the attention he deserved. He'd show Albert Jet could take care of him too, maybe not the same ways, but different ways, ones that were just as important when it came to the older man. He needed to know how important he was.

Jet's implication that he should undress immediately brings to light all of his physical insecurities once again. True, Gilmore had done his best to make Albert appear as human as possible even when naked. He wears his skin-glove nearly all the time now, as there's no reason to use his gun hand, and he's not nearly as boxy as he was before, but the knowledge that he's still metal underneath, and that there's still scarring around his collarbone and moreover that he's rarely naked save for when taking a shower, even in sessions with his sub, bring his self-loathing to the forefront of his mind.

But... Jet's asking, and Jet wants to take care of him, and he can't say no. It's so hard to say no to Jet when it's not something for his own good, and if there's even a glimmer that the redhead can give him the even a fraction of the acceptance that he'd offered unconditionally before the fall, then Albert has to take it.

So he starts unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling just a bit for how inept he feels when giving up control like this. He's bad at it, he always has been, and he's never had real cause to before Jet even if he's wanted to sometimes lay down that responsibility. Jet had been the first one to let him, and so he gives in again.

For Jet, he always gives in.

His hands slide up Albert's arms as he works at his shirt and then up to his dom's shoulders in an attempt to sooth. He can tell Albert's fumbling and unsure and it makes Jet just want to do this even more, he wanted to take that away and make Albert feel completely at ease with him.

Jet reached down and began unfastening the buttons himself, slowly and gently to maintain that feeling of peace he was trying to convey. Nimble fingers slid under the fabric and pushed it back off of Albert's shoulders and down his arms.

Once it was out of the way, Jet applied that gentle touch and soft lips to every scar and uneven plane he knew his lover was self-conscious of. This wasn't the exercise he had in mind, but it was a good start.

As his lips pressed to Albert's collar, his fingers slid down a firm abdomen to trace along Albert's waist before beginning work on the German's pants.

The role reversal is such a forbidden thing that every time Jet has ever taken charge, it gives Albert a sense of foreboding but also of excitement, as if he's a teenager again and falling asleep to thoughts of relinquishing control to the flighty boy who sits in front of him in class or the bossy girl who somehow has every sub in school eating from the palm of her hand, sometimes literally. Or he's again in his 20's and there's Hilda with that spark he'd see flash behind her eyes sometimes that made him want to lay at her feet. All wicked and untoward thoughts, never acted upon.

Not until Jet.

And now here he is again without memory or prompting, his lips flush against Albert's neck and his hands roaming without constraint, without a word from the real dom as to where they're allowed to go and what they're allowed to do. Jet's unfettered and yet he chooses to waste that on Albert.

Waste it on slipping the button from its hole in the waistband of Albert's pants, on letting the fabric slip down and pool at their feet as Albert's stalk still and not certain what to do other than as directed and otherwise just be in the moment. Feel Jet's fingers and tongue and warmth and allow them to seep into his being.

He's missed this. The excitement tinged with the relief of acquiescence. He's missed it more than he can ever say.

"Jet," Albert whispers his sub's name like a psalm, lyrical and inviting.

Jet's lips travel down to Albert's newly uncovered waist just as he hears his name whispered above him. He's fairly certain he hasn't heard Albert say his name like that, and yet, there was something strong and exciting that whooshed through his being at it's sound. Like something familiar and yet not.

His hands push down briefs so Albert is completely exposed to the room as he moves in to capture those lips with his own. The kiss is gentle for now, but confident and firm, like Jet knew exactly how to move his lips and pull Albert's between his teeth in a way that would drive his partner mad.

He knew Albert was uncomfortable undressing around him and Jet knew it was because of the crash he'd been in and what state it had left his body in even though Jet was sure he'd made it clear the teen was completely attracted to the older man, scars and all. So being allowed to get this far was something special and he really hoped he wouldn't ruin it by doing the wrong thing.

The wrong thing here would likely be leaving him the only one naked in the equation for too long. Plus, he had to be the dom now and, if he did that right, he should make Albert more comfortable. That's how it worked in his head, at least. His hands came up to cup Albert's face as he continued to share slow and comfortable kisses with him. The pad of his thumb stroked Albert's cheek bone while his other hand slid into white hair and gripped it gently. The kiss developed a small spark and he nipped at Albert's lip as he broke it so he could give his order.

"Go lay down on the bed. Wait for me there." No room for question or hesitation, just a straightforward order given with calm surety. Jet probably would have made a good enough dom in the bedroom, at least, but there'd been plenty of factors in his choosing to register as a sub, the happy side-effect was that he could at least seem like he knew what he was doing in a situation like this.

He hates being naked. Ever since the remodeling he's disliked facing himself in the mirror even in the moments before or after a shower, and once he and Gilmore had decided on this path, Gilmore had mentioned a need for a more normal appearance to Albert's skin. He'd nearly refused on principle, never once having gone under the knife intentionally, only because of injury or damage that needed repaired, but this was different. This was an apology of sorts from the Professor. So he'd given in.

It hadn't been exactly what Albert had in mind.

True, he's a little more streamlined now, more human looking to a point with a solid piece of synthetic skin over his entire frame and not simply in patches over the plates of his torso and arms, but the technology is still only so far advanced and to still allow Albert the ability to use his hidden weaponry effectively, Gilmore had to get creative. Albert's legs are visibly false still, but have the look of advanced prosthetics instead of weaponry. His arms too, constructed of a flesh-colored polymer that's still metallic underneath but hides the loading mechanism for his machine gun and caps on his fingers to hide the barrels. He'd even added convincing scarring to the whole thing, faded pink and white flesh at his shoulders, neck, and thighs.

Albert still hates being naked, but at least this way he could be without questions.

And it's not on his mind right now, not with Jet's teeth nibbling and tugging at his lip and Jet's fingers curled and pulling at his hair enough to sting and make the older man want to hang the entire exercise and wrap his arms around his sub in an encompassing embrace. But there's an order, and if he's to be the sub tonight then he had best follow it.

Albert risks a peck of his own to Jet's mouth in a nervous, almost giddy moment and then follows his direction, detangling his still-socked feet from the pile of his clothes on the floor and climbing onto the bed with all his awareness still obviously focused on the redhead as he settles with his back to the headboard.

Jet returns the 'illicit' kiss given, a small smile forming with the anticipation he could feel coming from his partner. This was something they needed and, already, he knew he wasn't going to regret it.

Jet stripped down, removing t-shirt and undershirt, jeans, boxers and socks so he stood in nothing but the bracelets on his wrists and the long necklace that hung against his chest; a little pewter bird medallion Albert had given him on his last birthday. The sap.

He made his way over to the bed, but stopped off at their 'toy bin' to pick a few things up first. He returned with a handful of things which he laid out on the side table to be seen and build that anticipation. The ties he didn't leave for long and wrapped one each around Albert's knees and then stood on the bed to attach them to one of the hooks secured in the wire set-up of the four poster bed. Albert got to have his hands, but his knees would be up and spread for Jet's ease of access. On the side table remained the bottle of lube, a stiff rubber ring and a vibrator, one that had a larger and slightly curved end so it'd reach where it was supposed to and stay put.

It's the ring he goes for next, briefly lubing it up before sliding it onto Albert's length before setting that hand to stroking his partner to bring him to attention.

"Do you trust me?"

It's the first thing he'd asked Jet when they'd gotten physical for the first time, each first time. Trust is paramount and Albert would never go far unless Jet afforded him the trust to do it. Now the roles are reversed and the question makes Albert swallow hard, not blinking back tears but certainly fighting a wave of nostalgia that comes with the question. It had been the first thing that Jet asked him too, the first time they'd switched.

"Yes," he says, his voice crackling in his throat as he closes his eyes to feels the sensation of Jet's palm slowly coaxing him to arousal. Or not so slowly. Those fingers and deft and long and this is exactly where Albert wants them. The German fists one hand in the sheets under him, taking a deep breath but still beginning to twitch in Jet's hands as he becomes stiff and pink.

He opens his eyes again, glad for the pillows below his head so he can see Jet as he works, that look of concentration to make sure he gets it all right, the necklace hanging and swinging mildly like a lazy pendulum with each movement of his partner. A darting bird, just like the man wearing it. It's why he'd given it to him, it reminded him of Jet and his soaring nature. He'd tried to pass it by, not wanting to spoil his sub, but then had walked back the four blocks he'd gone beyond the shop just to purchase it and bring it home. Jet had been so pleased and the memory makes Albert smile a bit now, a soft thing as he looks through the shade of his bangs and the gap of his knees at the redhead making him tingle all over.

"I always trust you."

"Good."

Jet smiled at Albert, a small and simple thing, but there was a surge of relief and happiness he hadn't been expecting when he heard it. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Albert's hip, his hand still stroking away until Albert was hard. He pulled away from the kiss and a devilish smirk flashed across his face as his hand let go and ran the edge of one fingernail very lightly along the underside of his dom's cock.

Then he went back to the table for the final tool. The vibrator was thoroughly lubed up and the extra on Jet's fingers went to preping Albert's body for the rare intrusion. Albert was tight -unsurprisingly- and Jet played with that a moment, adding another finger and moving and spreading them to draw sounds from the older man. After a minute or so of this, Jet finally pushed the vibrator in, curved portion in place, and turned it on it's lowest setting.

The kiss to his hip makes the older man shiver minutely and wish it had been on his lips instead where he can feel it full force and taste the sweetness of that smile Jet's mouth. He's only ever seen Jet smile like that for him and he claims it as his smile, the secret little gesture they share between them and have done for as long as they've been together.

Then the smile turns wicked and he withdraws those deliciously long fingers and Albert's left with an exhale that's mild relief and explicit longing. The fingernail instead forces a shudder to run through his body and he twitches visibly as Jet withdraws entirely to the table, leaving Albert to lick his lips in order to wet them as his mouth has suddenly gone dry.

He has a vibrator, the same one he'd used years ago in another lifetime when they'd been living together for some time and Jet had decided to 'spice things up'. Well, not the exact same one, but the model is the same, in the same color too, and Albert shifts at the sight of it as if he's already anticipating what Jet will do with his toy.

There are the fingers first, though. Albert could never get off this way, with just anal stimulation, but there's something to be said for the feeling of a part of Jet - any part - being inside him. It pulls a soft moan and a drop of the German's head back against the pillow. Jet works at him determinedly and Albert's hands take on a mind of their own for a moment, creeping down between his legs to nearly take matters into themselves but instead to lose themselves in Jet's fiery red hair. He longs for more stimulation, but he wants desperately for it to come from the man who's carefully adding another long digit and stretching him to just short of painful, pulling gasps and swallows from his silver-haired dom.

A moment of emptiness and then he's filled up again, far more than Jet's fingers even though the toy is slender and slick. He feels stretched and it makes him pant not just with nerves at being made to relinquish control but with anticipation too, with the knowledge that he's safe in the hands that he wishes were on him again.

Albert gasps as Jet turns the vibrator on - it may be the lowest setting but the thing certainly has new batteries - and drops his head just a little with his eyes closed against the pulses that send ripples through him as the toy is sunk so deep inside that he imagines he can feel it vibrating his spine.

"Jet," he whispers, harsh against the backdrop sounds of the motor, but the intent is clear. I need you to touch me.

Jet's wicked smirk doesn't fade in the face of that whisper, if anything it grew, although a note of admiration swept through it. He admired the way the older man's body reacted, twitched and arched just for him and what he chose to do and he felt that slight thrill that had come from experimenting as a teenager and trying his hand at being a dom. He could hardly pass for one in practice, but he knew this part, he knew how to take care of his partner to give him all the pleasure he wanted.

Still holding the vibrator in place, Jet pressed his other hand to Albert's abdomen as he brought his mouth down to wrap around the older man's cock. First just the tip and his tongue swirled around the side and across the top, but then he sunk lower, sucking down as much of the length as he could

He wanted to hear those sounds Albert could make, the ones that told Jet he was experiencing his own mind-numbing pleasure. Of course, not too much pleasure, he still had plans he intended to see through and they didn't involve Albert finishing early.

He should have known that Jet would move fast. Albert's been hard for all of a few minutes and the younger man's lips are already closing around him, drawing him in and teasing with tongue on just the tip, causing him to quiver and the head to grow slightly slick not just with Jet's saliva but with the beginnings of Albert's own fluids. The vibrator is is having a stronger effect than the German bargained for.

Seconds later, he feels himself being swallowed down whole, imagining his cock deep in Jet's throat so that every twitch of muscle and tightness of heat around him is accompanied with the image of his sub's small but profusely wicked grin in knowing the sweet torture he's causing his partner. He can't see it with his own eyes, not when he's panting sideways into a pillow and trying not to clamp his knees around Jet's ears out of a sense of being overwhelmed. Not that he could have, Jet had planned for that with the restraints.

A good thing too because there's something that Jet does with his tongue that causes Albert to give a strangled cry and jolt, the vibrator feeling all the stronger for the movement and pulling a moan from the tense cyborg that he clearly tries - and fails - to stifle.

Jet moans in response to the sounds so rarely pulled from his dom and he knows with some satisfaction that it sends vibrations through the older man's length as well.

A minute or so more of this torture and Jet finally pulls his mouth off Albert with one final and long suck that he slides up the length with, ending in a small 'pop' as he finally releases Albert. For a moment, Jet's cheek presses to Albert's thigh, bright copper strands spilling over the man's pale skin as Jet looks over at his partner and licks his lips. The look on his face would make an onlooker think he was savoring a taste he enjoyed more than most.

Jet sat up again, pressing a kiss to that thigh before pulling away entirely, trusting the vibrator -as deep as it was- would stay where he'd left it. Again, he got onto the bed, this time to straddle his dom and now took the time to tie Albert's wrists out to the sides of the bed. Here, he could have some movement, but nearly as much range as he would freed. Jet was the dom right now, he wasn't going to give Albert the chance to forget.

Hands safely secured and no longer in danger of ruining the exercise, he re-positioned himself over Albert's hips. He'd never chosen the position like this before and there was a thrill in his stomach as he chose to hover over that erect length, back facing his partner. He prefered to see Albert and his reactions, but he intended to give the older man a show and, on top of that, it would be hard to do what he had planned while facing the right way.

Fingers firm in their hold on that tip, he lowered himself until he could press the tip of Albert's length into his own body. A long pleasured moan filled the air as the teen sunk lower and took in all of the length and girth Albert had to offer, the new angle sending bursts behind his eyes.

He settled down until that rubber ring was against his ass and one hand curled around Albert's restrained knee for leverage as he began to slowly ride the German's dick. His other hand didn't go to waste, however, it moved between those spread thighs, taking a second to run nails firmly across Albert's ass before they curled around the vibrator again and began to move it in time with the movement of Jet's hips. As he fucked Albert for his own pleasure, he fucked his partner with the vibrator with equal speed and force.

Already the combination of the vibrator and Jet's mouth is near overwhelming, though not quite diving him in reach of completion. Not because of Jet's slower than normal speed but because Albert is still nervous enough being vulnerable like this that he can't truly relax and be in the moment. He's comfortable enough using Jet as a canvas, either for his brush or parts of his anatomy, but to be the metaphorical canvas himself still puts an uncomfortable - if somehow exhilarating and forbidden - flutter in his chest.

Jet removes his lips with a pop and Albert responds with a small intake of air and a slump back into the pillow. The vibrator still works at him, but even with new batteries its still too weak on its lowest setting to get him off, or even get his libido rising higher than it is. It's why he can watch Jet tie his hands, readily allowing the bondage even if he can't quite quell the flutter still rattling in his chest. He knows Jet won't hurt him, probably can't with his cybernetics intact even if hidden, but it isn't about pain or injury. It's about being laid bare before someone, and even if there's a bit of him still hiding - more than a bit, with the secret he harbors - he wants to offer that to Jet, that vulnerability a dom isn't supposed to share for fear that their sub will lose confidence in them.

But he shows it now. He shows it because to Jet, it's trust, and there's no one Albert trusts more than Jet Link.

A moment later he finds he was right to do so. The redhead's naked back lowers in his vision and Albert can barely focus for the feeling of tight heat slowly swallowing him up. It feels amazing but what's even more intoxicating, what pulls a hiss from between the German's teeth, is the low and unbridled moan that Jet exhales over the sound of the vibrator's motor. Jet loves Albert inside him. It's not an act, it's not something that he's turned the tables on at this golden opportunity, no. He slowly impales himself on Albert's cock and starts to move as if it's the greatest sensation he could dream up.

Albert's restraints rattle as he moves his arms just a bit, seeing if he can get his fingers close enough to touch. He can't, but the intent is there. Or at least it was until the moment those long fingers start questing around his rear, leaving smarting streaks where his nails dig into flesh. And then Jet takes hold of the vibrating shaft still deep inside Albert. Even that one act causes him to freeze, the vibrator moving slightly with Jet's hand on it, dulling the vibrations. But they don't need to be strong, not when the younger man starts moving it to the time of his own hips, starting a cycle of movement where Jet moves, and moves his hands too, so even while Jet fucks himself on Albert's cock, he's fucking Albert in the same way, giving the sensation back to the elder cyborg twofold.

If Albert thought the vibrator and blowjob alone had been overwhelming, he doesn't have a word for what this is. Nothing but a wordless cry ripped from his throat and an unconscious buck of his hips as his body expresses what his mind can't put the words together to say.

It feels phenomenal.

Jet rides out the buck of his dom's hips expertly and clicks the button on the vibrator to kick it up a notch. He would take care of his dom in the same way the older man took care of him, but that didn't mean he had to be coddling about it.

The movements of his hips are sharp and deep and send jolts through his own body on the occasions those thrusts send his lover's tip crashing into just the right place, but he doesn't let up with the vibrator. It moves as well, in and out and pressed up into his partner to get as deep as he can.

One of those jolts that shake his spine gives him an idea and he flicks the setting up even higher before pressing the toy as deep into his dom's body as he could.

Albert couldn't get off of stimulation like this on it's own, but it wasn't on it's own here and he hoped the feeling coupled with that thick cock sliding into Jet's body would be more than enough to pull more of those delightful sounds from the older man.

The next yell is almost more of a scream for the unnatural register it hits. After it's clear that Albert is trying to keep himself quiet, all voiceless yells and puffs of breath. The vibrator is high and alternately too distant and far too deep, making him twitch and yelp and clutch at the air uselessly with his hands as Jet rides him, breaking him like a horse. He wonders, in that tiny part of his mind he can still inexplicably use for thought, if this is how he makes Jet feel. If the sensation of far too much and still not enough is everything the redhead experiences when Albert takes a go at him on those nights of cravings instead of teaching and care. Because he knows he can be carnal too, can use Jet like Jet is using him but it never feels like being used in that dirty, sullied way that people coin the term. If he's a tool for Jet's pleasure, he'll gladly be that so long as he's a successful one.

He pants hard, gasping between trusts of the vibrator and rolls of Jet's body as his sub impales himself repeatedly on his throbbing length with wild abandon, over and over and Albert's got a clear view of Jet's cheeks spreading and relaxing with each movement and over and over he can't take his eyes from the mesmerizing display save to squeeze them shut every so often to fight a wave that threatens to send him crashing into the cliffs he's not yet ready to meet.

But it's too overwhelming, the sensations and visuals too concentrated and hectic and all at once and unless Jet slows down he feels he's going to burst, let alone finish.

"J-Jettt..." He hisses the last consonant, pushing it through his teeth because if he opens his mouth any wider for long he's afraid he'll scream again. It's a keening word, a plea or a question or a command, or all of the above for how little Albert can think of the inflection he's put on the name.

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