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There are no cats in America

Moving to a new country is difficult but if you're a child it seems impossible. True, things had been terrifying with the bombings and soldiers and the news of that their government had been doing behind the country's back. Thirteen years old, but Albert still reads the news, still listens to the radio. Soon after they're on a boat, crammed in with other emigrants chattering in a cacophony of languages, pushing and shoving. There were other children, but mostly Albert opted to keep to himself, helping his mother but otherwise holed up in their tiny shared cabin and waited to see the spines of Lady Liberty's crown welcoming them to what his mother calls "a land of new opportunities". Albert, always a practical child, just hoped it would be a land of fresher air.

It's been a few months since then. They'd arrived at the start of summer with New York City sweltering. With his mother working two jobs and a little saved up, they'd managed to get a small fan and some other things for the little apartment, but despite the hardships they'd managed to make a nice little life for themselves in this new country. Their community on the lower east side is friendly and breathes of home in Dresden, or so Albert feels. He even made friends with the old man who runs the bookshop on the corner, his son having been claimed by the war on the side of the Allies. He'd also been named Albert, and the man would often reminisce in German and sometimes share the haribo candies he'd always have around. He may be the only friend Albert had made, but he was content with that.

Even so, as the weather turned colder and fall set in, Albert's mother enrolled him in school. Albert had always liked school back home, strict as it was, but here in America it seemed all the other boys were so loud and tall and frightening. He'd mostly stayed away from other children since arriving, but now he's been thrown in the front of a class and as the teacher pushes him to introduce himself to the room every eye is on him and he can't help but fidgit and look anywhere except at all the unfamiliar faces.

"Ha-hallo, I-I am Albert Heinrich..." He trails off, brutally self conscious at his accent and flushing a red which he knows reaches his ears. The teacher - Miss Jones - waits for an interminable moment to see if he'll say something else, then simply shoos him to an empty desk with some annoyance and begins to write the day's lesson on the blackboard. Safe for the moment, Albert sinks as low as he can in his seat and pulls his oversized newsy cap down around his ears in an attempt to hide the fact that they're still pink.

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The nails grazing over his skin sends shivers down his spine and goosebumps crawling across his skin. The reaction he got from just that small attention to the base of Albert's neck is surprising and drags a gasp from him with the sudden increase of friction.

He was going to play it nice and explore carefully to see what kind of reaction he could get, but hearing Albert so undone and saying his name like that...he just needed to hear more of that.

He smirked mischievously into Albert's chest and dug his fingers into the other teen's sides to keep him in place. Then he shifted, tilting his face up just enough to apply the same lip and tongue attention to the lower part of Albert's neck, one long leg wrapping around the older boy's leg and hip to press their hips together even closer.

He knew he was walking a line here, it was entirely possible he'd push Albert too far and then he'd finish and they'd have to postpone their end goal to another time, but Jet was reveling in the sounds and reactions he could pull from his notoriously quiet best friend. Just knowing Albert was feeling like that because of him, wanted him because it was Jet...that was it's own kind of thrill and he couldn't get enough of it.

Albert's hands turn clutching as Jet renews his assault. The German squeezes his eyes shut, curling into Jet just a bit while still leaving his neck open for attention even though he knows it's getting him too excited. He doesn't want it to stop, doesn't want Jet to stop finding all the places that make him unravel in the younger man's arms, even if he does have to bite on his lip hard to keep from being audible.

His heart pounds so hard he's certain it will burst from his chest any second, but it's still somehow a good feeling, something right despite what the health teacher says. Arms curling behind Jet's shoulders, Albert hugs Jet to him, feeling the redhead rise with the movements of his own chest, plagued by heavy and hitching breathing. "J-Jet, I want--"

He's not sure what exactly, just that he wants, and whatever it is it's from Jet and Jet only. Or maybe that's it. The next words come out as a plaintive moan, soft to avoid being overheard through the thin walls but needy and desperate in how Albert slowly writhes under Jet as he speaks.

"Jet, I want you."

The desperate moan sends electricity through Jet's veins and he shifts to kiss Albert hard in response. He can tell Albert wants him in the way his body reacts to the red-head's touch and the sounds his friend makes under Jet's attentions, but to hear it so plainly stated is something entirely different, something intoxicating. He's not used to being wanted and if he had to chose only one person to want him ever in his life, it would be the teen in his arms; his best friend.

The kiss softened and deepened as long fingers traced down Albert's body to carefully delve under the older boy's waistband again. His hand curls around hard flesh, but this time his grip is lighter and more gentle and the strokes he makes are slow as his hand slides from base to tip and back down.

His other arm curls behind a broad back as he moves his lips lower on pale skin, this time paying attention to Albert's chest and sternum. It's here he takes a moment to whisper soft words to his friend's skin, a secret he can't quite say to Albert's face but means just the same. "You have me."

A hungry gasp and Albert can't help but buck his hips into Jet's hand, driving himself against that grip without planned thought, only instinct. Whereas before Jet's hand there had been overwhelming and somewhat frightening, now it seemed right and everything he'd ever wanted. He shudders as Jet's soft words, his breath passing over fevered skin like a cool breeze but turning him warmer regardless, making his face practically glow with feeling.

He has Jet.

Jet has him, too.

Albert curls in a little, enough to reach Jet's lips and capture them haphazardly against his. It's an awkward angle and a sloppy kiss but the feeling is clear enough as he hooks his arms around Jet's shoulders in a possessive and loving embrace. He whispers into Jet's ear, mumbling for fear of being heard but close enough that it doesn't matter. "I mean... you can, um...ah..."

How does he explain it?

The arm around Albert tightens in response to that hold around him that made him feel warm and wanted and protect all at once, but he didn't stop his hand's movements. Even when Albert mumbled his fractured sentence into Jet's ear, the younger teen didn't stop, he just turned his face so he could kiss Albert and whisper back.

"If you can't tell me, then show me. You can do whatever you want, I just...want to make you feel good. I want to be close." He was afraid, afraid Albert wouldn't like it or Jet would mess up and Albert would change his mind or something, but if they could push past their embarrassment and work through it, maybe it would all be okay and they could stay like this together forever.

Maybe. It would be nice.

Show him? Somehow that's more embarrassing, thinking of Jet looking at him instead of just feeling with his hands, but maybe he could show by touch... the idea is thrilling and so he slides his hands from Jet's shoulders and hooks two fingers in the waistband of Jet's boxers, pulling them down inexpertly until he can reach his prize with a nearly audible swallow.

His touches are so gentle at first, more exploratory and curious than sexual. Jet's is longer than his but a little narrower, perfectly in proportion. With another nervous swallow and a pass of his tongue over dry lips, Albert shifts so he can take them both in hand at once, rubbing himself against Jet to see how it would feel. As it turns out, it feels amazing and Albert's eyes close in spite of himself, the German arching his back at the idea that he's able to do this with Jet, let alone how good it feels on its own.

Jet's hand had fallen away in anticipation of Albert showing him what he wanted to do, but then it clenched in on itself as Albert's hand began touching and exploring. This was new, this was different than anything he'd done yet and it sent a thrill through him separate from the sensations of the older teen's hand on him.

But the sensations from those touches doubled as their lengths touched and rubbed together. "Albert..." His friend's name was more of a gasp and he quickly ducked in to steal another kiss in an attempt to muffle the pleasured sounds trying to escape him.

His hand unclenched itself and found a tight hold on Albert's hip instead while the other snuck in-between them to also wrap around them both and help with what Albert was doing.

Jet's hand on his hip keeps them pressed together while both hands pump and shift awkwardly, trying to achieve the same purpose but getting in each others way and yet it doesn't matter. In fact, it makes it better somehow with just how frenzied the pursuit of friction becomes.

This kiss only improves things further, Albert's breath hitching in Jet's mouth as he bucks his hips up unconsciously, his free hand swinging up to bury fingers in Jet's luscious red hair, his own silver mane sticking at angles up from the pillow for all the movement. When they finally breach for air, Albert's panting hard, his chest heaving. "Jet... I want to see, I want to sit up."

He removes his hand from Jet's hair so he can try to prop himself up, legs awkwardly finding their way around Jet as his silver eyes trail to their exposed selves, one hand from each of them tangled and moving to send thrills up Albert's spine and do nothing to slow his breathing.

For his part, Jet didn't think he could look, but he didn't stop Albert from doing what he wanted. His hand kept its pace as best it could considering the awkward movements of their hands trying to work together but also just getting in each other's way.

Instead, he took advantage of Albert shifting to attach his lips over the German's nipple and began sucking and licking at it and the pale skin around it.

A part of him wanted more than this, wanted to go further and do more and be closer to Albert like he'd intended with Leo. He wanted that with Albert...but this was nice too and a part of him didn't want to stop. Besides, if he had his way, this was hardly going to be their last night together.

Adding the look of it to the feel of them together is nearly too much for Albert on its own but Jet latching his lips to his already erect nipple sends the older teen flopping back into the pillow, breathing as if he's running for his life. "Oh Gott...!"

He bites his own fingers, trying to keep from saying any more even as his other hand keeps pumping. He's not certain he could stop if he wanted to and lord does he not want to. But that's the kicker, he's so close but he doesn't want it to end yet, doesn't want to end up a shuddering loathsome mess and have Jet see that.

Albert's hand slows and he tries desperately to master himself, but Jet's lips and tongue on his chest make it nigh impossible. "Jet, I'm-- I don't want--!"

Jet's fairly far gone himself when he finally notices Albert's hand slowing and he makes an effort to slow his movements as well until they finally came to a stop, though his hand stayed curled around them both.

With some amount of reluctance, his mouth pulls away and he moves back up the other teens body to kiss at the corner of his mouth, his own breathing erratic as well.

"You want to stop? ....what do you want to do, Al?" It wasn't said with any accusation, merely desire both for the boy next to him and from a want to please his friend. He could tell Albert was enjoying himself, so why did he want to stop?

"I-I..." His face burns red and he turns to hide it in his pillow after he returns Jet's kiss with a peck, trembling a little from just how much his body reacts to even the simple air of the room, much less Jet's hand still making minute movements. "I don't... want to finish yet..."

He wants something more but he can't even fathom what that would be. He hadn't even really considered the logistics of sex with another man before today. How is he supposed to know how to put in words other than 'more'? His face turns brighter shades in the meantime while he tries to think, still panting and twitching under their shared blanket.

So Albert wanted something else. Something more than a handjob. Jet could think of a couple things, but he didn't know which one Albert would want, how far he'd want to go and it was obvious Albert was at a loss too. So it was up to Jet to find the words they needed.

His face flushed just thinking about it, but he had to try. He'd had his vocabulary expanded in this particular area but he'd never had a reason to use it until now.

He turned towards the older teen a bit, letting go in the process so his hands found Albert's chest to touch instead. "Um...we could..." Pause. He took a moment to sort his thoughts and prepared to just go for it otherwise he was going to end up tripping over his words and either confusing Albert or make a fool of himself or both.

"...The way that guys...um...you know-- well, one sticks it in the other's...well, it's called 'taking it up the ass' for a reason. And I know that sounds weird, but it's supposed to feel really good?"

His face grew more and more hot and red as he'd gone on and the last sentence was almost one whole word with how fast he said it.

"...I'm willing to try it...at least." That probably sounded really weird to Albert and now he was going to change his mind about the whole thing and kick Jet out for being weird.

Albert can't help the scrunch-nosed look of confusion that crosses his face at Jet's explanation. At first it sounds strange, maybe even a little gross, but that's really the only place it could go, right? And the idea of Jet inside him, well... Somehow it's more attractive of a thought than he'd have guessed. Even so, there are a few questions.

"Won't that... um... won't that hurt?" He shifts a little, breathing evening out now that they have this pause. Not that he isn't still keyed up - he may very well peak if Jet looks at him in the right way - but he at least has the faculties to fake some level of calm now. "I-I mean, if it's you though, then.."

Then it sounds like something he'd want to try regardless.

Jet hesitated cause this was the part he was less sure about. "A little, at first, but it shouldn't be too bad if we do it right."

Of course he only had an idea of what 'doing it right' was, but...regardless, he still felt a thrill thinking about it in context of being with Albert. He wanted to be with him.

"What do you think...? I mean, it's okay if you don't, I get it."

"Like I said..." With a swallow, Albert tugs Jet closer again to kiss him shyly. There's nervousness there but no sign of wanting to run or throw Jet out. It's an anticipatory nervousness. "If it's you, then I want to."

He looks Jet in the eye for what feels like the first time all night, really seeing him and taking in what they're doing and why they're doing it. It feels good, yes, but it's also because there are feelings there, emotions Albert's never had to quantify. It's overwhelming, but somehow safe regardless because it's Jet. Jet who's watched over him since he came to this country and who he'd decided to watch over too now that he's able. He presses his forehead to Jet's, smiling a little. "What do we do?"

Jet smiles back, still nervous but excited too. He pressed their lips together again before pulling away to answer. "Well, getting naked's probably a good first step."

Long fingers hooked under Albert's waist band and pulled the underwear down Albert's pale legs before being deposited somewhere they could be retrieved later and Jet's were quick to join them.

He hesitated again but it only lasted a second then he was shifting so he was kneeling between Albert's legs, hands slowly sliding along the older teen's calves and thighs as he thought. "I'll do most of it, but I...I need you to try and relax as best you can. I promise the last thing I want to do is hurt you."

Out of everything, that was what scared him, he'd spent a good chunk of his life trying to make sure no one hurt Albert, he didn't want to ruin that by doing it himself.

Shoving that thought aside and attempting to quell his fear, he focused on what he was supposed to do next. Two of his fingers disappeared into his mouth and he sucked and licked at them until he felt they couldn't get more coated than they were.

He brought his fingers down and leaned over to kiss Albert's hip. "Let me know if it's too much and I'll stop, okay?" Slowly, carefully, he pressed the tip of one finger into Albert's body.

He may have been exposed already where it counts but being completely naked is somehow different. Even so, he doesn't have to hide any shame. He's fairly at home with his body and Jet looking at him makes him flush but instead of feeling the need to cover up, he finds he enjoys it. Maybe that's what it's supposed to feel like if someone you like looks at you.

Albert's forced to bite his lip as Jet's hands run gently up and down his virgin thighs starting little twitches and tremors. He settles back a bit more with a nod, eyes staying trained on Jet and his expression, trying to block out the bruises and wounds too obviously marring his lithe frame. If he could, he'd reach over the sooth every one of them.

Fingers in Jet's mouth draw his attention and derail that train of thought almost immediately. He can't explain it, but there's something just so sexy about Jet sucking on his fingers like that, though Albert would never say that out loud. How weird is he that he gets going from that? Unfortunately it doesn't cross his mind that his staring might give him away regardless.

Not that he has long to stare. He takes a deep breath as Jet leans over him, that mouth that Albert's imagination keeps running wild with so close to his still-stiff arousal that it makes it nearly impossible to relax, his heart doing doubletime in his chest. He nods again to show Jet he heard, eyes shutting in favor of feeling and in anxious anticipation. He can't help but curl his fingers in the sheet under him as Jet pushes in. It's only a little and so careful and gently but it's enough to make his hips come up off the bed just a little with the very concept of any part of Jet being inside. "K-keep going..."

Jet found his voice had run out on him temporarily so he turned his head to plant a small kiss on Albert's knee to show he'd heard. Slowly, he pushed the slick digit in most of the way before pulling it back again, though only to the tip, before repeating the action.

He was still nervous and he watched Albert like a hawk for any sign of pain, but what he was seeing was making his mouth go dry and he was certain he wouldn't be able to pull his eyes away even if he wanted to. Albert's face, his fingers curling in the sheets, his hips rising slightly off the mattress, it was all mesmerizing.

For lack of anything else to do, his other hand went back to tracing along the other teen's thigh and hip as Jet's other finger continued to work the German's body and Jet's voice tried valiantly to form words again. "...Are you okay?"

Albert gives a great shudder at Jet's question, both hands fisting in the sheets. His chest rises and falls not at a measured pace but a harried rhythm, his heart beating so hard in his chest that he's certain the other teen can hear it.

"Yes," he manages to croak out, though it sounds more like an affirmation to Heaven than an answer to Jet. He's warm all over, hot even, and he shifts his hips into the redhead's hands, physically begging for more. "O-oh Jet, don't stop..."

Hearing Albert like that was the stuff of dreams he'd tried to ignore, but hearing it and seeing Albert wanting because of him was impossible to ignore when it was right in front of him and real. He wanted so desperately to just strip off what remained of his clothing and take his friend, but he also didn't want to go too fast again.

Carefully, the second finger pressed in along with the first and he slowed his pace a bit to allow for Albert's body to readjust. After a few seconds, he moved his hand a little faster again, a small part if him eager to make it difficult for Albert to stay as quiet as he needed to. That thought--Albert writhing and panting under him--led him to the inside of the German 's thigh where his lips, tongue and a slight graze of teeth ran along the pale, smooth skin.

Whether Jet decided to make Albert's life immensely difficult or not, he's managing anyway, Albert letting out a drawn out and thready cry of pleasure in spite of himself and prompting him to turn a brilliant scarlet and turn his face into his pillow, biting the case to keep himself from making noise again. His body, however, keeps moving with Jet's fingers, apparently of its own volition. Toes curl in the covers and he forces himself not to close his legs on Jet's head as another shudder rocks him. It feels so damn good and mashing Jet's face between his knees would definitely put a stop to that. And also hurt. And the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Jet.

He told him so, after all.

Panting breaths come out muffled into the pillowcase as Albert fights to stop gasping long enough to speak. "Jet... bitte Jet..."

He could probably get the other teen off just like this, but that's not what he wanted and it didn't sound like that was what Albert wanted either. He wanted to be inside Albert when the German let go.

He put a little nip on the inside of his pale thigh before pulling away, his fingers following shortly after, allowing Albert a moment to catch his breath.

The red head yanked his briefs off and climbed back in-between pale legs. Brandy eyes passed down Albert's body and back up it to settle on his friend's face. "Al...I'm gonna go slow, okay? Tell me if it's too much or anything."

He placed himself at Albert's entrance, his hands finding a place to rest on the larger boy's arms. This was it, they were really going to do this...he was unbearably excited but also unspeakably scared. All of those fears of doing it wrong or hurting his best friend came running back to him and made him hesitate. But they both wanted it, that was clear, they should at least try.

His eyes closed a moment and he took a small calming breath before pushing into Albert's body, only stopping once he was half in to check and make sure Albert wanted him to keep going.

It's surprising that even though he'd had his reservations about Jet's fingers, he just feels empty as soon as they're away. It does give him a second to breathe though, his hips flattening on the bed and the rhythm of his chest evening out slowly. For a moment, anyway.

Jet's back between his legs and looking at him with concern and anticipation and Albert can only find it in him to nod and smile in return to his words, none of his making themselves readily available.

Then he's pushing in and Albert's never felt so full in his life and there's something wonderful about it, something that he never knew he needed but now can't live without and it's Jet. It's all Jet, physically and emotionally and every other "'ally" he can think of. Or rather, might think of later when he can actually think. Now, the only thing on his mind is more.

"Mehr, mehr, werde ich..!!" He has to bite the pillow again before Jet's even half in, hips straining and back arching from the bed as stars explode behind his eyes and a tense shudder rocks his entire frame, tipping over the edge without warning.

Jet gasps as Albert's body tightens around him and then shudders are coursing through the older teen's body and Jet finds himself pushing the rest of the way in until he's fully buried inside his friend.

His grip on Albert's arms tighten and he has to bury a moan in the pale chest beneath him before he can finally respond again. Albert had finished--which clearly meant Jet had done it good enough--but he was still concerned and there was a voice in the back of his mind asking 'what now?' Especially since Jet was still just as hard as before.

"Are...Are you okay, Albert?"

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