makinglies | Like a cat rubbing his head against your book--

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 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.

"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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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