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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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"B-but--!" Nothing else gets past Albert's lips as Jet is on him again and what's 'finally' for his boyfriend is more like too quickly for Albert.

Well, maybe not too quickly, considering the little puff of relief as his uncomfortably tight pants hit the floor. More shivers roll up the German's spine at the redhead's long fingers tracing patterns along his waist and hips. "A-alright..."

He's not entirely sure what Jet wants to show him, but he'd trusted the redhead before and that experience is more than enough to make him sit on the edge of his bed obediently, blushing so hard even the tops of his ears are red.

Jet smiles brightly at him, though it's a touch lecherous born from the other's response and in defiance of the butterflies in his stomach.

When Albert is sitting on the edge of the bed, Jet moves to sit on his knees in between his friend's legs. Hands reach up tug on boxers and slide them down to Albert's ankles. Jet glances up at him once to gauge his expression before reaching out to wrap his fingers around Albert's length.

There's no warning or explanation, just a pause as Jet mentally says to himself 'why, yes, I am about to do this' before leaning in and taking the tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it slowly.

This time Albert gives an audible sound as he's freed to the air of the room and has to resist the urge to pull his shirt down to cover himself. It's ridiculous, he tells himself. Jet's seen him, been inside him, so there's no need to hide. But something about the redhead being face to head with him is equal parts distressing and exciting.

Until Jet takes him into his mouth of course, then distressing and exciting merge together into something that the German can't identify and probably couldn't find words for even if he knew what it was. He feels light headed for a moment as blood rushes from his head quickly, needed elsewhere urgently as he grows from stiff to rock hard in Jet's mouth and hands.

"You're really...!" It's a stupid thing to say, but anything sound stupid right now and he can't quite control it coming from his mouth regardless, not with Jet's mouth so mesmerisingly occupied.

Jet ignored Albert in favor of what he was doing to him, his tongue continuing to swirl around and over the tip until he grew tired of that and decided to continue with his experiment.

In one fell swoop, his mouth dove down and took most of the older teen into it, his tongue continuing to run along the shaft while Jet steadily began sucking at him.

One hand flies to Albert's mouth to keep himself from moaning and giving them away and the other balls in Jet's hair, not really directing the other boy anywhere just holding fast lest he collapse into a puddle or whatever it is his body is attempting to do with the sudden quake that rolls through him.

It's hot and wet and slick and everything that his feeble attempts at self-pleasure have not been in the slightest. His imagination runs wild with picturing himself inside Jet's mouth, that tongue caressing every centimeter of flesh and possibly even bumping the back of Jet's throat. He quivers, that thought in and of itself being too much, and he manages a small, squeaky groan as his fingers tighten in Jet's hair. It's the only warning he can manage that he can't hold out at all at this pace.

Albert's pretty fun to try new things on and the fact he has to restrain himself or they'll be heard is even more fun.

Unfortunately for the German teen, Jet didn't really have anything more strenuous than this in mind. Maybe before his father had shown up at the door, but right now he more looked forward to simply laying with his friend than anything else.

No that this wasn't fun, he was enjoying himself very much and clearly so was Albert.

He continued sucking and licking and took the length all the way into his mouth so he could lightly press his teeth against the sensitive skin as he slowly moved back up to the tip.

It's the teeth that did it, that soft scrape along his length as Jet's tongue still swirls behind them and the entirety of Albert's vision goes white behind his eyelids. He may have tugged Jet's hair too, he's not sure. All he knows is that he couldn't hold on and let go far sooner than he intended, and when he came to his senses again he could taste blood on one finger from biting down to muffle any noise.

He's left panting and dizzy even as he opens his eyes, vision barely focused until he homes in on Jet's face, still so close between his thighs to make him blush hard and pant just a bit harder.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't...- It was too much, so I..." He mumbles in his embarrassment, scarlet to the ears.

Albert letting go wasn't much of a surprise, although the sensation on his end was a new one. It tasted kind've funny, but not necessarily bad and for a moment he wasn't entirely sure what he should do; was he supposed to swallow it? Spit it out? There wasn't exactly a rule book about this. The older guys had always flaunted about how the dames they'd been with had swallowed and it seemed to make them happy they had, so Jet went with that. After all, making Albert happy was one of his main priorities in life.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and lightly smiled up at his friend. "It's okay, that's what I was hoping would happen. It means you liked it, right?" His face tinges red and he sits up a bit more as he moved so he could see Albert's face better. "You did like it...?"

Oh Gott, he swallowed it! Albert has to cover his face for how red it turns him, but somehow it makes him happy too and he has no idea where that feeling comes from. It can't taste nice, can it? Sort of sticky and salty, but Jet had swallowed it anyway and--wait, wait, he's being asked a question.

The German peeks through his abused fingers, the one he'd bitten still red and raw though the bleeding's stopped, to find Jet's face only inches from his own looking maybe a little nervous. "W-what?"

Had he liked it? What sort of a question is that?!

"Y-yes! Of course I did, I- I mean, it's you, isn't it?" He turns an even brighter red, bordering on cooked lobster, and hides behind his hands again.

Half a second later he can hear footsteps in the hall and Albert dives for his pants in a panicked flurry. If his life were a cartoon, steam would be pouring from his ears.

Jet froze listening to the footsteps and didn't budge a muscle until they safely faded away. Of course, once he wasn't terrified that they were about to be walked in on, he became painfully aware that he'd never tended to his own aroused state. Maybe he should go into the bathroom or something and take care of it...the visuals of Albert writhing in pleasure due to Jet's attentions would certainly take care of him quickly.

But he kind of wanted to stay right there. What if he stayed and took care of it..? Maybe that would be too embarrassing.

"I..um...I guess I'll be right back so I can...you know. Since your ma's gone to bed and all." Thank god his blood was too busy elsewhere, otherwise his face might explode from how awkward he felt.

"She could still be up..." Not likely. Once she headed to bed, she tended to stay in for the night, but Albert doesn't want Jet to go, he wants to reciprocate, wants to touch and maybe experiment a little bit. After all, if it felt so good on his end, shouldn't he do at least the same for Jet?

"Why don't we switch places?" He's only blushing a little, somehow made bold by the events of the day. He wants to show Jet how happy he is that things have turned out this way, that they can stay every night huddled together, touching or not as they choose. He stands up, pulling Jet to his feet too, then has a better idea and tugs Jet to lay down on the bed so Albert can see all of him.

"Okay.." Jet tried not to agree so quickly, but it was definitely the option he preferred.

The lanky teen moved to the bed and laid out on it, his feet only a couple inches from the edge of the mattress for how tall he was. Laid out like that, with only a pair of boxers and no shirt on, he suddenly felt overly exposed, especially with most of his bruises still clearly visible. Of course, now, they'd have a chance to fade for once, all thanks to Albert and his tough cookie of a mother. It brought a shy smile to his face.

"What d'you want me to do?"

"Just stay there. It's your turn."

He tries not to frown at the bruises and scars but he can't not notice them with his boyfriend laid out so perfectly on the sheets. Instead of ignoring them or starting with what he'd originally intended, Albert leans in and kisses a bruise - a little one on Jet's shoulder. Then another, this time a scar on his chest, all healed and barely even puckered. He continues as long as Jet will allow, kissing and caressing down the redhead's body as if he could kiss each wound better, heal it out of existence.

Jet tried to keep still as Albert seemed to pay specific attention to the places where his skin was marred instead of ignoring it like Jet tried to do. It was strange and made him more self-conscious than before. But then something he'd said early sprang to mind: Albert was kissing them better. Every injury his father had caused, Albert was healing with a kiss, with the feelings he had for Jet behind those kisses.

Just that thought was nearly overwhelming.

He let Albert kiss them all before working a smile into being steady past all his emotions, his voice was quiet, the only option to not let it crack or become swamped. "Thanks, you kissed them all better...guess I'll be good as gold in no time."

The tops of Albert's ears go red at Jet finding him out but it can't displace the happy little twist of his lips as he sits up and looks at Jet, taking his hand and squeezing gently. "Maybe it's just as good as real medicine."

He leans down to kiss Jet again, on the mouth this time and full of tender affection. It's not what he'd intended at the start, to visit on Jet what Jet had done to him, but it's soft and quiet something he's certain Jet needs. "No one will hurt you, here. I promise, you're safe now."

The way Albert would kiss him like that, with all that affection and softness, was everything he ever wanted; in some ways it felt just as good as any gentle touch his boyfriend placed on him.

He reached up and pulled Albert down into a tight hug. "Thank you." He knew that already, if there was one place he felt safe, it was with Albert, Albert wasn't the type to hurt people he cared about.

His hug tightened and became protective in response to his thoughts. "I'll protect you forever, Al. You've got my back and I've got yours, no matter what."

"No matter what." Albert parrots back Jet's words, settling in to curl against Jet and pull the blanket up around their shoulders. By the look of things, Jet was more in the mood to cuddle now too and that Albert will be happy to oblige. On one condition.

He repositions them so Jet's leaning on his shoulder for once, instead of the other way around. Jet may want to protect him, has always protected him, but now that he's succeeded in returning the favor, he wants just once for Jet to be able to lean on him.

Another soft kiss is pressed to Jet's temple as Albert lets his eyes fall closed.

Jet's actually really comfortable there on Albert's shoulder, he could almost fall asleep like that...if it weren't for the fact he still hadn't gotten release nor had the mood fully died.

He shifted a bit as though he couldn't get comfortable before finally speaking up, his tone laced in embarrassed self-consciousness.

"Um...Al...you're kind've leaving me hanging here. I'd...really rather not take care of it myself, you know?" He could, he could do it right there on the bed in front of his boyfriend at this point--a thought that was already working him up again--but the thought of Albert putting his hands on Jet sounded so much better to him.

"I thought-!" He covers his face for a moment, embarrassed, but nothing like the brilliant scarlet he'd been glowing the first couple times. He's already been prepared to pleasure his partner in return, he just thought the mood had been ruined.

"Sorry." Albert rises again, propping himself over Jet on his hands and knees. "I'll make it up to you."

How isn't open for debate very long as Albert disappears under the blanket. There's a moment of hesitation, the older boy thinking of how he should start, before he lays a light hand on Jet, stroking up and down slowly on one side. He presses his cheek to the other side lightly a moment later, nuzzling into the flesh gently.

Jet gasped sharply as he hardened fully again. He really liked the feeling of Albert touching him in any capacity, but he also really enjoyed having sex with Albert, so the two made just about anything the older boy tried pleasurable.

When it came to Albert, Jet was pretty easy.

The younger teen brought the side of his hand to his mouth to keep himself quiet as he tried not to move his hips too much in an effort to get more of that contact.

Jet's warm and even though he's stiff and quivering, the skin is soft, prompting Albert to place tentative kisses against the shaft. It's just as soft as Jet's lips and the German finds he likes the sensation, mostly because of the twitches and wiggles it pulls from Jet's hips.

With a small grin, Albert kisses all the way up Jet's length, then instead of a kiss to the head, he instead rubs the flat of his tongue right on the tip experimentally.

Jet jerked and tensed and nearly had to bite on his hand to keep from making a sound. He didn't know it felt this good, just as he'd never done it to anyone before tonight, he'd never had it done to him either.

He decided he liked it nearly as much as regular sex and he never would have thought to try it if he hadn't heard it from others.

"Al...that feels good." He tried to keep his voice a whisper, but it half turned into a whimper of need as he said it. He wanted more, he wanted to finish, but he also didn't want to rush or pressure the older boy.

"Gut." Albert's voice comes back muffled from under the blanket, but his breath is hot against Jet's head and he goes right back to it, enjoying the sensation of having his partner move involuntarily up towards his mouth, straining for more in spite of himself.

He could get used to being in charge, if Jet let him.

Carefully, putting one hand on Jet's waist just below the navel to keep him from jerking suddenly, Albert takes the teen under him into his mouth outright, just past the head. He gives a gentle suck, seeing if that elicits a good reaction.

A sound escapes Jet despite his hand trying to catch it and his other hand clenched tightly in the sheets. If Albert's hand hadn't been there, the red-head might've jerked too hard and hurt Albert or himself, but he didn't think much of it. He didn't think much of anything beyond how surprisingly good it felt with Albert's warm and wet mouth around him.

The German boy's name came out breathy and strained with his attempt to keep himself quiet. Maybe it was from working Albert up initially, but Jet was already overly-sensitive before, now it was pushing him closer and closer to that edge a lot faster than before.

Jet unable to control himself entirely because of his actions is utterly intoxicating to Albert, getting him all riled up again despite having been ready to curl up and sleep bare minutes before. Urged onward, he takes more of Jet into his mouth, sucking harder and with more confidence, the flat of his tongue against the side of Jet's shaft and rubbing back and forth with each pull of pressure from Albert's mouth.

He's twitching and quivering and Albert's in awe that he's the one that can do that to Jet, that he has so much power over his redhead.

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