Like a cat rubbing his head against your book--

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There was no one else home. He'd spent five minutes making sure, even though he already knew there were only two people left in the house for the night. Chang and GB were at Chang's resturaunt, Joe, Frannie, Ivan and the Doctor were all off to Kouzomi's for the weekend and Pyunma and Geronimo were out of the country and not due back for a few days. Which just left Jet and a certain silver-haired German cyborg to hold down the fort.

Which was why this was perfect.

Sure, there was a chance Frannie or Joe or really even any of the others could walk through the front door unexpectedly for one reason or another, but that just made his idea seem a little more fun; the risk of being caught was exciting. Hell, even if they were just in one of their rooms, it wouldn't be nearly as risky, but he was headed for the den where he knew the older cyborg was sitting in comfortable silence, reading one of his stuffy and boring books.

Jet had every intention of making things a little less quiet and boring for his partner.

He didn't bother sneaking into the room or anything, there wasn't anything suspicious about him going in there. In fact, it was likely nothing would seem amiss until the lanky teen stepped up to Abert's chair, stuck his book mark between whatever pages he had open, and plucked the book from the cyborg's grip. The book found itself on the side table next to the chair Albert was in (as opposed to the floor, which Jet had considered, but thought better of) as the American wedged a knee in on either side of Albert's thighs, reached up to pull down that black turtleneck a bit and attached his lips to Albert's neck.

He had plans, and they didn't include being shy about what he wanted.

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Jet decides on the bed since the shower sounds like it's too much work and the chance of them being discovered would be higher anyway, so he pulls them there and sits on the edge, his hands trailing down to the backs of Albert's upper thighs and resting there even as he hid his eyes in his hair in an attempt to cover up the blush tinging his cheeks.

"Well, maybe not the whole show again, I don't want one of us to get too loud or anything...I don't know, I just don't see why you can't stay here a little longer." 'With me. I don't want you to go just yet' was the hidden message behind his words, a sentiment he could only manage to infer and not outright say.

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The message isn't terribly well hidden. Albert reaches with his left hand and brushes Jet's bangs from his face, looking fondly into those brandy eyes. True, he's still fairly mortified, but Jet being so cute makes up for it and he'd rather stick around, truth be told. It's times like these he wonders if it would really be so bad if the others found out. They're all family, after all. They wouldn't condemn them... right?

It's that little shard of doubt that keeps him from following through on that, but he does at the least decide to stay, bending to plant a kiss on the seated cyborg's forehead. "I suppose I can stay."

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"Good." The teen smiled and scooted back to pull Albert down to the bed with him. There was very little warning before Jet had his hands on Albert's shoulders and pushed him back onto the bedspread, the teen situating himself over the older man so he could press their lips together.

The kiss was lingering and affectionate but ultimately chaste for the moment. He didn't know how Albert seemed to be able to read him so well, but while there were times that he found it aggravating, there were times like now when he appreciated it more than he knew he could say.

There were times when he wished he could say the things he knew normal people said to people they liked a lot, any of them, just something that would indicate how much Albert's company, his attention and affection, meant to the American. But all he could do was hope it came through in the way he kissed and touched the other man.

If he knew how much of it was clearly written on his face, he probably wouldn't worry as much.

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He nearly squawks at being pushed again when really all he'd wanted was to cuddle and perhaps take a nap, but the kiss he can't complain about. It's different than before; while what they'd done in the den had contained heat akin to fire, passion and want, this is warm and inviting instead of consuming.

Albert finds himself gently tracing fingertips over anything he can reach, a little disappointed those pants are now hiding the legs he enjoys so much, but the picture of the other cyborg above him is still more than pleasant. Jet as the body of a dancer, lithe and smooth with a natural grace in the way he moves when he's not thinking of it. It's easy for Albert to tell when the red-head is self conscious; that grace goes into hiding and he seems to forget how to handle his limbs, becoming endearingly clumsy.

He loves that, just as he loves when Jet's not aware of how smooth his movements are when he bends to get something from a low cabinet or how fluidly he stretches to reach for something high up, balancing on one foot with the other out slightly to balance. It's almost like Francoise when she dances, the same awareness of form.

He loves too the way that Jet looks at him in moments like these, when it's clear that he appreciates Albert's mere presence, let alone the fact that they share touches and kisses and more. That undercurrent of awe to each impulsive motion when it comes to Albert, that split second after each act of disbelief that the silver-haired cyborg would allow him this level of closeness when he's so standoffish most of the time.

But it's because Jet had the care to work through it that Albert let him in. It's because, for all Jet can be pushy, Albert never felt judged for anything Jet discovered.

He can't say those words either, but he feels them. He feels them from Jet's light touches and soft kisses and every inch of his face. He feels them in his own finger's travels, in how he's memorized each curve and dip, and in every kiss returned, Albert tells him so.

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Jet threaded his fingers together over Albert's chest, already comfortable enough to fall asleep on the other cyborg. He pressed lazy kisses from Albert's lips to his cheeks and jaw before tucking his head under the German's chin, one hand leaving it's place of rest to run lightly over Albert's left shoulder and arm.

If he thought about it too much, it would occur to him how strange it was to be like this, this relaxed and at-ease. To feel this safe with someone else. He'd never thought something like this could happen to someone like him, that he'd find someone he trusted had his back enough to fall asleep on him.

Jet Link: leader of one of the toughest gangs in the bronx, a trash-talking street thug with a punch to back it up: completely head over heels for an older German geeky guy and drawing patterns on said guy's shirt like some starry-eyed chick. It was enough to make him chuckle into that very same shirt material.

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"What, uncomfortable?" Albert gives a small chuckle of his own. He can't imagine laying on him like that being at all pleasant. He may have a shirt on, but the body underneath is still hard, cold, and blocky metal. Luckily Albert seems to be in a mood to take that in stride today. "I can't imagine laying like that is pleasant. Aren't you cold?"

He pulls the blanket around them, up to Jet's shoulders, just in case.

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His hand stops it's movements, suddenly a bit more self- conscious of his actions. Instead, it laced under and around Albert's shoulder like the older cyborg questioning Jet's comfort suddenly meant he was going to move.

"Nah, I'm fine. Pretty comfortable, as a matter of fact. You're not that cold, you know."

He was quiet a moment, thinking and just listening to the whirring that was Albert's heart. A thought ran through his head that made him blush and shift so he could reach the German's lips with his own. This kiss was different than the others he 'd been giving, this one was deep but slow, uncharacteristically careful but definitely full if That unnamed emotion that always flared up around the older man.

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Jet may not have a name for it, but Albert certainly does. It's love, pure and simple, and the German returns it just as slowly and with as much care. He smiles gently, the sort of smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes but still makes him look younger somehow. "Not with you here, I'm not."

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That smile of Albert's makes Jet stare at him absently for a moment, just appreciating how one shift in expression can make the other man seem more like the age he should be or ten years younger just depending; no one else's face he'd ever seen did that.

But then the words caught up with him and his face burned brightly as he looked down to the German's chin. "Man you can't just lay something that sappy on someone out of the blue...jeeze." He just couldn't fathom how easily sweet and affectionate things like that came from the older man's mouth like they were remarks on the weather.

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Jet's belated and slightly spaztic reply pulls a laugh from Albert which he tries to stifle at the same time as he attempts to shush Jet. "Calm down, they'll hear you."

He leans up a bit to plant a soft kiss on Jet's nose, all he can reach from this angle.

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He 'humphed' his indignation but quieted down. In retaliation for the deep blush that was only now starting to fade, he assaulted Albert's lips with his own in a more passionate kiss than before, still affectionate, but mixed with a bit of bite and fire.

He didn't break the kiss until his breathing was a little more strained and then he only pulled away so that he could talk, his lips still brushing Albert's kiss-bruised ones. "The coast'll probably be clear in a little bit, those two always sleep like rocks." Although, if he were honest, he'd rather it if Albert just stayed in Jet's bed till morning.

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"Hmm, I don't know," Albert worries at his bottom lip, almost as if he can still taste Jet's kiss there and he's savoring it. "Maybe I should keep hiding for now, to be safe."

Jet's not the only one who'd rather he stay. Frankly, he's comfortable with Jet's weight atop him, their hushed voices so as not to be overheard, the heat of Jet's kisses visited upon him with wild abandon. He likes this mood of his partner's, he's loathe to leave.

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Jet smirked and laid his head down again, just resting comfortably on the other man with his arms wrapping around the broader frame as best he could. "Yeah, maybe you should. Although...I might fall asleep on you, you know."

It was actually highly likely, he wasn't exceptionally tired right this moment except for their strenuous recent activities, but if he got comfortable enough it wasn't that hard for him to doze off.

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He chuckles again, bringing his left hand up to run through Jet's hair. He's always amazed at how soft it is, despite the style. Like feathers. "I don't see how, but I won't stop you."

He adjusts the blanket around them, still threading his fingers through that coppery hair, lost in watching the tiny ways that Jet moves, the way his body rises and falls by degrees with his breathing, the perfectly rhythmic beating of his heart, controlled by the regulator, and how it plays a soft overtone to the cycled whirring of his own.

He could get used to this.