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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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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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