makinglies | Russian Roulette

[His hand stops, fingers splayed against Jet's stomach as he's pulled into that kiss. It's all too brief but bolstering too, easing some of his fears and feeding into his bewilderment that Jet is actually enjoying this.

Far be it from him to argue.

A light gasp passes his lips as Jet's fingers find their way to unfastening his belt and pants. Albert shifts just a little, but at Jet's direction to keep going he's forced to pull his attention to his hand's path again. He's still cautious, still worried something may go wrong, but he continues to skate his fingers along the creases and panels of Jet's torso, tracing meaningless patterns and marveling at how it causes Jet to twitch.]

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[It makes him twitch and shiver and causes his breath to hitch quietly. All he's ever wanted was for Albert to be comfortable with him and to maybe at least get an idea of how Jet saw him. Someone he loved completely and unconditionally.

But even with what they'd achieved in the last few minutes, he could see Albert's hesitation and discomfort. He wanted to chase as much of that away as possible. He'd have to show his partner it was actually okay.]

Albert...relax.

[In one quick motion he slid his pants off narrow hips to a little past mid-thigh, the limitation if his reach, but enough to leave him exposed. Still, he didn't go for the older man's clothes, he reached up instead, skating long fingers from broad shoulders down to trace Albert's arms.

When he spoke, his voice was still soft, relaxed, coaxing.]

I'm not gonna break because you touched me, you don't need to worry.

Let go a little.

Relax...

[He swallows, rolling the word around on his tongue as if it's foreign. A grin slowly spreads after it, hand dipping low enough to skirt Jet's waist, though nothing lower just yet without being directed. He sits back a bit on his knees to do it, his own pants hanging open thanks to Jet and hinting at the white skin underneath, looking as if they'll simply fall off at any given moment.]

How can I relax with you like this, hm?

[The comment's not just designed to make Jet blush; Jet laying there with bedroom eyes and so exposed is more than enough to keep Albert from relaxing. Frankly, now that he has the mental image, it may keep him up some nights.]

[The comment does exactly what it's supposed to do and colors Jet's usually pale face a bright red as he's suddenly overly aware of how exposed he is.

Still, he doesn't do anything to fix it, just kicks his pants the rest of the way off the best he can. There's a half-glare spared for Albert, then he's leaning forward to kiss the metal that made up the rest of the German's right arm before leaning back again.]

I thought I told you not to stop, hmm? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?

It's difficult not to stare when the view is so pleasant.

[The kiss pulls a shiver and with his grin in place Albert obliges, allowing Jet to order him around for once. He traces his fingers lightly below Jet's waist, skating down his left thigh.]

[The soft touches of the metal on his thigh steal his breath for a moment as he lays back all the way, hands searching for some part of Albert to touch.]

Don't you sweet-talk me, Heinrich.

[Cause it worked a little too well on Jet and the blond knew it.]

I thought you enjoyed it, Sparrow.

[It's easier to continue with his attention divided, but also easier to distract Jet from what he knows the blond wants him to do. Using his gun hand to touch Jet so intimately is uncomfortable enough, to use it in actual play makes Albert's stomach clench and anxiety flare in his chest. He knows it isn't loaded, he knows, he emptied all of the ammunition himself, but it doesn't change the fact that his hand is a weapon, only ever manufactured for destruction and death and to grab hold of Jet with that is unthinkable.

Or it would be, if Jet's reactions to every place he traces those fingers isn't perfect breathless gasps and twitches...

He leans over Jet again, letting the blond's hands reach and travel where they will on him.]

[His fingers brushed lightly against Albert's cheek first before slowly, oh so slowly, beginning to trace down the German's skin.]

What gave you that idea...?

[He was obviously distracted as he ran his fingers down Albert's shoulders, arms, over to his chest and down his stomach and hips, adoring touches applied to every artifcial and organic inch.

His hips shifted, his body wanting more of that touch and attention it was only receiving in hesitant bursts.]

[Shivers of his own ripple along Albert's skin where Jet touches, real and synthetic flesh alike. For his own motions though, he still just skirts where he knows Jet is most hot for his touch, brushing and sometimes kneading at hips and thighs, inadvertently teasing through his hesitation.]

You turn an attractive shade of pink, for one.

[His breath hiss through his teeth as Albert practically torments him with what Jet's pretty sure isn't supposed to be teasing, but still felt like it.

Direct contact or not, it was certainly getting him worked up.]

So you're making fun of me...is what you're saying.

[His own hands continue to skate along every plane of Albert's body, though with a bit more pressure and lingering attention to the places he knows his partner's sensitive and to the places where Albert tenses up the most, almost like a massage.]

...you're a teasing jerk, you know that?

[Albert nods agreeably.]

Why you put up with me I will never know.

[His voice comes husky, almost a groan as Jet's strong fingers work at his muscles, the tension in them stubborn but slowly giving way. Albert lowers himself next to Jet, planting a kiss on his neck and situating so more of him can be reached. His own fingers keep circling but avoiding. Jet may have to ask specifically because as things stand now, he's not going to go for it on his own. Not with that hand, anyway.]

Me neither.

[He was going to ask, this keep away game was frustrating, but not until he'd worked at the tension points that he knew bothered his partner the most and then moved on to some of the others as well, still running his hands over the rest of his skin now that Jet could reach it better.

It's after he's done that he reaches up to the sides of Albert's face and pulls him in for a kiss.]

Will you just touch me already?

[His face flushed with how candid his demand was, but he didn't stop there, he might as well put it out there completely.]

I want you, you know, but you're gonna have to get a little more intimate if we're gonna get that far.

[His amusement bleeds away, smile wavering into a worried frown.]

But I...

[Those touches taper off and Albert stares at his hand for a moment, every act of violence flashing through his memory, every time he'd raised it to harm, to kill, even in the defense of the innocent, the world.

In defense of his family.

Does that justify it?

This hand is drenched in blood and by extension so is he and how could he touch Jet with that? He knows Jet has taken lives too, often in the same situations as he has, but it still seems so wrong to try and offer softness or kindness or intimacy.

When he speaks again his voice is quiet and small.]

I'm sorry...

You worry too much.

[Jet reached up, pulling Albert in for a kiss while his other hand grabbed his partner's right and put it on himself for Albert. No movements yet, just there, touching him, Jet not dying or anything because of it.

Since it was just a metal hand it was cold and the texture felt odd, but not wholly unpleasant, not like it was some horrible thing touching him and it even pulled a small sound from him involuntarily; his body was just that hungry for the contact that receiving it at all sent shivers through him.

His kiss gets an edge of that hunger before he pulls away, hand still firmly in place over Albert's, if he jerked away now it'd more than likely hurt the blond and he was pretty sure that knowledge alone would keep his German in place.]

....see? World's not ending.

[He freezes, even in the kiss he freezes, wide eyed with his heart in his throat, a small squeak coming from somewhere alongside the displaced organ. It would be comical if he weren't so terrified.

The shivers that rock Jet draw his attention; he knows the other cyborg wants this, wants him, not just to accept himself but to accept that Jet does too, but there's another layer to his fears. He can't feel things correctly with that hand and so it's so easy for him to make a mistake, to hurt Jet when it's the furthest thing from what he'd want to ever do.]

No, but-

[Try again.]

Jet, I--

[He pants, tense as a bowstring.]

What do I...?

[No, the world's not ending, but he also seems to have utterly lost all direction. Luckily, Albert seems more open to suggestion. Or commands.]

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[He takes some pity on his partner and keeps both of their hands still a moment while he ignored the question and focused on just kissing the older man. Softly or more passionately, he just wanted a little more responsiveness and less like he was sharing the bed with a statue.]

You relax first off...

[But he understood Albert's apprehension so he wasn't going to wait for that.

His hand over Albert's right, he curled metal fingers around himself slowly, only letting go once it was at the right pressure. He leaned in for another kiss]

It'll be ok. Just go like normal.

[The kisses lower some of his tension though he still seems so painfully uncertain.]

Tell me if I hurt you and I'll stop immediately.

[He presses his cheek against Jet's, very very slowly beginning to move his hand up his length with barely a grip, but the metal is deliciously cold and the joints, smoothed to precision, may well be ribbing for the texture they provide. Not that Albert can think of that, but Jet will certainly feel it.

Albert glances back to make sure he's not accidentally causing any discomfort, let alone pain, and... well, frankly he's impressed at just how hard Jet is over all this. Maybe he does know what he's doing.]

Ah-!

[Albert definitely knows what he's doing, or at least is doing it whether he knows it or not.

The small cry is cut off by his own gasp at the texture that rubbed him just the right way and the stinging bite of cold metal against sensitive skin.

One of his hands clenched at the sheets while his arm moved back to behind Albert's shoulders to keep him close to the blond's body. In a jerky motion that was partially involuntary, Jet's hips moved up against the hand, increasing the friction for just a moment.]

[The cry makes Albert freeze again for half a moment until it's clear that the noise and the buck of Jet's hips are for a positive reason. He'd never heard Jet quite that far gone so quickly. Experimentally he tightens his fingers just a little, enough that they're closed around Jet instead of just rubbing tentatively against him. He slides back down slowly, first watching his own hand at work and then watching Jet's face, wondering at his expression in the throes. Usually he's too far gone himself by the time Jet is like this to really take it in, but this time he's full cognizant and plenty appreciative.]

[Albert losing a bit of that hesitation and getting a firmer grip just sends more shocks and shivers through him. His face tilts back and a groan escapes him and the hand previous clenched in the sheets finds it's way to Albert's shoulder while so he's still touching the German while his other hand darts down to try and reach between Albert's legs.

It felt a lot better than he'd been anticipating and it was driving him wild, he needed to get his hands on Albert and try to get him panting and needy too.]

[Because of his earlier hesitations and misgivings - not all of which have been dispelled but he's getting there - Albert's still quite soft, but Jet's hand suddenly and insistently grabbing at him and the way the blond groans not just with his voice but his entire body pulls Albert to attention.

He lets out a sudden short breath and slides his hand up again almost in retaliation, cautiously but determinedly running his thumb over the head in a small circle, trying to pull another unbridled moan from Jet before he's too distracted by his own arousal to appreciate it properly.]

[The action gets the reaction Albert was searching for as the blond is rendered momentarily unable to move or think beyond the hand on him. Even Jet couldn't say exactly why he'd gotten so worked up so fast, but now it was too much and that building feeling in him was too close to maximum for what he still had in mind.

He let go of Albert's shoulder and took hold of his right forearm instead, voice breathy as he distractedly continued smaller movements at the material beneath his other hand.]

S-stop...you're gonna finish me off before we can even get any further.

I...I need more.

[A little less absentmindedly, the hand on Albert shifted up to start tugging at the already undone pants to indicate exactly how in the way he thought they were.]

Such a glutton tonight.

[His own voice is husky, the flesh under Jet's hand already hard even from just that much. A little relief is granted while Albert brings his hand away to remove his pants, pulling out of Jet's reach just for a moment. When he settles back down, it's close enough to steal a kiss and to run his metal fingers underneath, cupping and fondling with slowly warming fingers as he watches Jet's face, purring against his lips.]

What sort of 'more' did you have in mind?

[The comment about being a glutton earns him half of a glare--the most he could muster under the circumstances, but then he was being kissed and the renewed contact with that hand makes his breath hitch again.

It was hard to think with that hand on him.

His hand reaches for Albert's arm again, though not to pull him away this time.]

You.

[His voice was rough with his erratic breathing and heavy with need and he tried to push past the haze in his mind to find the words he needed; he needed to be clear or Albert would weasel his way out.

Although, this particular exercise, Jet would let Albert out of if it was too much. It was just the last thing left he could think of. Not that he could think of much right this moment.

He took a calming breath.]

...same rules apply till I'm ready for you...[The hand on Albert's right forearm moved as Jet sat up a bit, to take hold of those fingers a moment.]

I want these inside..and then you.

[Color rises in his face.

Damn this man for getting embarrassing admissions from him so easily, damn him for making Jet want more always.

He smirks partly because he hopes to drive Albert up a wall as well and partly to try and mask his own embarrassment.]

...and then you can take out some of that tension. Finally relax.

[His unoccupied hand slides up to Albert's face and cradles it.]

[Lucky for Jet that his embarrassment goes unnoticed as color rises on Albert's face, from neck to cheeks to ears. He'd expected the second part, that was a given, but the first...]

A-are you certain? There's no give...

[It's a nonworry really, since he'd prepared Jet with his other hand before and that one is also now without its synthflesh covering ever since his knife was enhanced. Even so, the idea of basically putting a gun, even an unloaded one, inside someone he loves... It's frightening.

He tries. He runs his fingers against Jet, tracing, stalling, until...

No. He can't. He just can't do this. A pained and completely disconcerted expression settles on his face.]

I'm sorry... I can't, it's-

[He looks down at his hand, trying desperately to see it how Jet does, as just a hand with a little something extra he can do with it, but all he sees is a gun.]

It's a weapon. I can't do something so intimate to someone I love with something meant to kill.

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