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Just the sniffles

[It's very rare that any of the cyborgs ever get sick. After all, when building an advanced super weapon you don't want it to succumb to disease. It's not unheard of, they do still have organic parts, but for as long as Albert had been a cyborg, he'd never once fallen ill.

Until today, that is.

It takes his eyes longer than usual to focus when he opens them in the morning, woken by Jet rolling out of bed. That in and of itself is his first clue, that Jet is up before him. The man may not sleep until noon as he used to but Albert's still usually a much earlier riser, or at least gets up at the same time. Yet here he is still huddled under the blankets while Jet brushes his teeth in his boxers, with absolutely no drive to leave the bed.

His vision is fuzzy, his head aches, and what little real skin he has is cold and clammy (a strange sensation when only roughly fifteen percent of your body is honest flesh) save for his face, which feels hot.

With a groan, Albert curls over with the comforter, his steel-gray hair barely visible peeking up from the bundle of blankets.]

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[Another soft hum comes from Albert as his eyes drop closed and he snuggles a bit more into Jet's arms. He's not usually quite so keen on contact when sleeping, not this closely anyway. He'll cuddle, certainly, but once it's time to sleep he generally finds it more comfortable to have a little space. Not so, today. Instead Albert finds it easier to doze with Jet so close, fingers threading through his hair in a constant reminder that his partner is here and wants to take care of him. He needs that reminder sometimes, when he feels like he's always the one to be taking care of Jet.

His breathing slows, his fingers gradually stop their tracing, and soon enough Albert is snoring softly with his nose pressed against Jet's neck.]

[Jet smiled to himself as he listened and felt his partner drift off to sleep.

Gently, so as not to wake him up, he pressed his cheek against the soft silver hair that his hand was still stroking in a show of affection he was generally hesitant to display; with Albert asleep, it was easier.

He hadn't felt tired when he'd covered them with the blankets and gotten settled, but as time went by, he found the warmth and generally even sounds of his partner were making his eyelids heavier and, eventually, he gave in to a light doze himself.]

[He dreams. It's not often that he dreams, but something about being sick, of being curled up in Jet's arms triggers it. They're neither good no bad, just strange. Surreal landscapes, color dripping into vivid pools of light, like luminescent paint all dotting a flat landscape. He could reach out a brush and paint with them, paint the flat sky into brilliant colors. And he does. His arm is a brush, after all. He uses it to streak the air with light and color, vivid hues in intricate patterns and flow, all born from a hand meant to create and not destroy.

Perhaps it is a good dream, if surreal.

Unfortunately it's not to last. He coughs himself awake, a deep bronchial sound that's wet around the edges, and once he is awake he finds his entire body aches. Every remaining muscle, even under the metal plating. The entire effect isn't particularly painful, just on the whole entirely uncomfortable and Albert groans as he roll closer into Jet, as if that embrace can shield him from his own illness.]

[Jet didn't drift so far as to dream and any trace of sleep was erased by the sound of Albert coughing. It was concerning how bad the cough seemed and when Albert curled closer, Jet's arms tightened around him, one hand rubbing soothing circles into his partner's back.

Jet wracked his brain for another solution, something else that helped with this kind of thing that he'd just forgotten. Finally, it occurred to him, it was way down deep in memories he tried not to think about anymore, but he could remember a time when things didn't suck and his dad had gotten sick.

He didn't linger on the memory or any others that cropped up with it, choosing to pour his focus back on Albert. He pulled away a little so he could see the other man's face, though his arms didn't drop their protective hold. "Hey, Al...you know, a hot shower or bath or something might help. What do you say?"

[He vaguely remembers getting plopped into a hot bath by his mother when he was small and would get sick, so the idea is sound. It just takes him a moment to register the suggestion through the upwelling of gratitude and affection that's come to a head with Jet holding him so gently and close. It's beyond comforting in a way that he's generally been afraid to ask for since it's only ever come up after traumatic experiences between them in the past. But he likes this, being able to relax and let down his walls and just be allowed to be weak without judgement.

It prompts him to plant a light kiss on Jet's neck. And then another.]

Only if you join me.

[He'll continue to pepper Jet's neck and chin with kisses until he agrees.]

[He smirks a bit, pulling away from those very troublesome kisses.]

I thought you were sick.

[But his smirk becomes more pronounced as he extracts himself and stands only to reach out again to help Albert up off the bed. No, the older man wasn't an invalid, as he said, but Jet didn't exactly want him losing his balance and stumbling into something.

Mm.. you're already infected by now anyway.

[Maybe it's the heat of his body or the fog in his brain but he has this sudden complete want of the man beside him, an overpowering need to be as close as humanly possible and show Jet just how grateful he is for the tender care he's been showing.

He staggers to his feet with Jet's help but waylays their journey to the bathroom by continuing to attack Jet's neck and shoulders with his mouth, sometimes kissing, sometimes nibbling, and his hands roaming a bit more sloppily and a lot more boldly than usual.]

[Albert's lips pull a breathy noise from the blond and it's honestly difficult not to just send them both back to the bed. Not that they couldn't continue this in the shower, but getting there was going to be difficult.

He brought his hands to Albert's waist and bent down to capture those lips with his own while Jet's hands slowly slipped under the hem of Albert's shirt. He slipped the garment up, making sure his fingers ran across skin and metal as he did, and finally pulled away to pull the shirt the rest of the way off.

He stripped his own shirt off as well before pulling the German close again so he could return to kissing him gently. The rest could come off in a moment.]

[While normally he would have protested being the first to have his clothing peeled off, today it feels so much nicer to have the air against his skin. It's cooler, even moreso if he presses against Jet, the younger man's core temperature warmer than his usually is, but right now feeling just as welcome as a block of ice in the dead of summer.

He gives another little hum right against those soft lips as his hands find their way into Jet's pants and gently squeeze equally soft cheeks.]

[Jet groaned into the kiss, his grip against Albert tightening as he pressed in closer.

He wanted to just stay like that, but he finally got up the motivation to run his hands down Albert's arms to catch his wrists and pull them out from under the fabric and back between them.

He broke the kiss but barely pulled away so that, when he talked, their lips still brushed together. He really didn't want to have to stop doing that.]

Come on, you need the steam from the water.

[No matter Albert's response, the blond pulls away towards the bathroom again, determined to tug the older cyborg along with him.]

[The noise that comes from Albert as Jet makes him stop is nothing short of piteous, though almost immediately after the taller man starts tugging him towards the bathroom he's forced to turn his head and cough hard. Damnit. He's aware that's hardly attractive, but his libido is all kinds of haywire with whatever his body is trying to do to fight off infection. He just wants so badly...

The water's on now and the steam almost immediately helps his sinuses and eases his throat but his mind is so completely elsewhere. With Jet just now standing straight next to the shower door, having finished with the knobs, Albert slides his arms around the blond from behind, pushing maybe just a little to sandwich him between the clear shower door and himself. Hands grope for Jet's belt as his lips skate along Jet's naked back haphazardly, so much more sloppy than usual but somehow a little more energetic.]

[Why did he have to make this so hard?

Albert's arms around him immediately just make Jet want to give up and give in and left Albert have what he wants, but that cough had reminded him exactly why he was doing this.

He allowed a moment to enjoy the kisses being placed along his back before turning a small amount of his attention to removing the rest of his clothing. Then he turned and pressed a more eager kiss on the shorter man while his hands went to work on the rest of the German's clothes.

As soon as they were both fully undressed, Jet took Albert's hand and pulled him into the shower with him, closing the door behind them then turning back to his partner to grab metal hands and pin them against the cool tile over Albert's head. Carefully, like he was dealing with something fragile, he placed their foreheads together so blue eyes could lock with white.]

Listen, as much as I'm liking the attention, let me take care of you like I said I would.

[His left hand covered both wrists lightly, trusting his grip not to be broken even as loose as it was, while his right hand was free to trace down the other man's chest, stomach, hip and upper thigh before finally resting in a light grip around Albert. He'd take care of him all right, in every way.]

Sound like a plan to you?

[The turnabout is fine by Albert; the tile is cool against his back and Jet holding him there is so incredibly arousing that instead of slipping out of the hold as he so easily could he simply twists his hands just a bit, just to get more comfortable. He hisses a breath in though his teeth and closes his eyes with a deep shudder as Jet's hand snakes around him, wet and slick and exactly the right fit.

He groans, a wanton but crackling sound for all his congestion, and presses his hips into Jet's hand, arching his back off the wall just to get that much closer without breaking Jet's grip.]

Alright.

[It's a fevered purr, Albert looking at Jet through half-lidded eyes with his hair sticking to his forehead in the downpour from the showerhead.]

[His lips quirk up at the edges and then they're too busy being firmly and eagerly pressed against the soft ones in front of them. The kiss lingers, chaste as it is, while his hand begins a slow, gentle, movement.

He presses himself close up against Albert as best he can without hampering his own movements. His lips finally part and his tongue darts out to find its way into his partner's mouth, while the pace his hand started slowly gained speed.

He had every intention of a quick and dirty job, but he still intended to make it feel as good as possible.]

[Albert takes a sharp breath through his nose, twisting his hands again under the American's grip and pressing forward again in a need for contact, for friction. He feels afire, either from want or from the fever, he can't tell anymore, but all it does is drown him in the desire for Jet.

He falls into the kiss, nipping and biting and sucking at that too elusive tongue as the slickness of the water makes him shiver as it runs down his neck and shoulders. Every nerve stands at attention, awaiting orders and rolling with each droplet the pull moans and pants from Albert. He's louder than normal, can't keep the vocalizations in, and now they echo around the small shower in a symphony of need.

He has to break the kiss to breathe, chest heaving as he leans back against the wall again, head tilted back and eyes pressed closed as he pulls in air, lost in the feel of Jet's hand on him.]

Oh god Jet, harder. D-don't stop, please don't stop...!

[It's dizzying.]

[One of his favorite things was when he could get Albert to lose control, the normally placid man always seemed to be able to keep his cool in the face of most of Jet's attempts. So hearing him beg just sent an electric current through him that made it incredibly hard to keep this as tame as he was intending it to be.

A smirk clear on his face, his lips trailed down to latch onto Albert's neck. He sucked, nipped and kissed at the skin there and at the junction of neck and shoulder.

His hand,meanwhile, did as asked and made the movements a little harder, longer strokes and increased pressure at the sacrifice of a bit of speed so as not to hurt him.]

[The water and the heat and the feel of those long fingers curled around and pumping and the lips working at the skin of his neck, it's enough to drive every other thought from Albert's mind. He presses off the wall again, this time curling one hand around the one Jet's left to keep him captive and bringing the other flat against Jet's chest. He aims to push, to press Jet against the wall roughly but not hard, to take the blond in the way he's wanted to since the mood struck him.

Only the shove is off, unbalanced, and Albert stumbles into Jet as the shower's interior goes out of focus and reels, tossing like a ship in a squall. It's all he can do to clutch at Jet's shoulders and arms to keep balance, much less take him in a manly fashion.]

[As soon as Albert's pushing him, he loses his grip and is thankful for it when a second later his partner's clinging to him. He brings his arms up to wrap around the more built frame and hold Albert up.

The heat and steam had probably gotten to him and made him light-headed. Their previous actions probably hadn't been helping either. Accusation born from concern flares up in Jet's voice as his hold tightens protectively.]

Dammit, why'd you let me do all that when you weren't even well enough to handle it?

[Because it was hard to stop touching Albert on a regular basis when they were just near each other, much less once he'd already started. The flare up of emotion died down and he just held Albert close, leaning against the wall to support them both.]

Sorry. Are you alright?

I am. I didn't expect that.

[He sounds shakier than he intends and it's enough to drive the mood right out of him, though he's still grateful for the contact. Really, more for the support. He may be much hardier than a normal person but he can still crack his head like anyone else.

He closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose.]

I thought it would be fine.

[Maybe they should lower the temperature in here a bit, he still feels dizzy, obvious by how he's leaning on Jet unsteadily.]

[He makes sure his hold is firm as he switches to keep Albert's weight with one of his arms instead, so his freed arm could reach out to the temperature nozzle and adjust it so the water was lukewarm instead. The effect was felt moments later and cooled the temperature a bit so, while the steam was still present, it was slowly dissipating.

As soon as the temperature was taken care of, his hand moved to the back of Albert's neck, gently.]

It's alright. How about a rain-check on that?

You should probably be resting anyway. As soon as you're ready, we can go back to bed.

[Jet earns a defeated nod for his trouble, Albert more embarrassed than anything at getting carried away. He's supposed to be the sensible one, after all, and here he is acting like a horny teenager.]

Let's just do that now.

[Excuse him if he doesn't make eye contact for a bit out of shyness.]

[Jet smiled a bit in the face of Albert's embarrassment. His hand came up to the German's chin to tilt his face so Jet could lean down and plant a firm and affectionate kiss on Albert's lips.

It only lingered a moment longer than he'd intended, but then he guided them back into the bedroom and pulled the covers back before letting his partner go.

Hopefully, the steamless room would help clear Albert's head some before they attempted to sleep again.]

[It's chilly in the bedroom with the water still dripping from his skin and hair, but he's far too drained and still embarrassed to get back up for a towel. He hopes Jet got the faucet...

Foregoing even pajamas in his exhaustion, Albert simply crawls into bed, shivering just a little until the blond joins him and he can find warmth there from his skin. He feels a bit better, congestion abated for now thanks to the hot but short lived shower and head clearing mostly from his bout of dizziness.

In his right mind for the moment, he groans a little at his own behavior.]

That was moronic.

[Jet didn't grab towels because the sheets would need to be changed anyway and he didn't feel like taking the time. Instead, he crawled into bed as well and pulled Albert close before jerking the blanket up to wrap around both of their shoulders.]

Maybe a little.

[He smiles and does his best to become a human blanket and wrap around the shivering man, holding him as tightly against his torso as possible to share what little body heat he still had.]

You'll feel better after a nap.

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[He's quiet. So quiet for a moment that it's not unreasonable to assume he'd fallen asleep, but a moment later Albert's arms reach out and curl themselves around Jet under the blankets.]

You've changed.

[It's said with a note of wonder in a sea of affection, with pleasure and pride and enough warmth to make Albert feel a bit flushed again just in saying so.]

I always felt I had to take care of you, but I suppose the other way around is true as well.

[He scoots a bit, repositioning himself so he can plant a soft kiss on Jet's forehead.]

Thank you.

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