makinglies | Til the siren come calling

His lip throbs when Jet decides to move away and a small whimper follows it. He has a vague idea of what the blond has in mind and it seems perfect but it also seems terrible in that he can't kiss Jet from there. The hand tangled in Jet's hair goes with as the blond lowers himself and takes Albert in one long swallow, ripping a sharp cry from Albert's throat and forcing him to curl his fingers roughly in the American's hair. He tremble and tries not to squirm as Jet bobs his head.

"Jet.. Jet, please, it's too--" Too fast, too good, too much? All of the above? He can't put words together in the right order, just helplessly and unsuccessfully try and catch his breath.

Jet's hand rubs gently at the unmarked skin further up Albert's thigh as his other one squeezes his partner's tightly and then lets go to rest on the synthetic skin over the German's stomach. Not only did it give him a chance to feel muscle move and strain as the older cyborg's body reacted, but it gave him better support to slide in on Albert's leg and then slip between them to fondle and grope and continue his adventure in torment.

His mouth slowly slipped up as though to remove itself, but he stopped at the tip and lavished attention there, sucking and licking punctuated by the occasional and very light brush of teeth.

And then he pulled away, his lips quirking into a smile while the hand between Albert's legs continued to stroke. "Tell me what you want, Al and I'll do it."

Jet's hand is everywhere and Albert shifts and twitches with each new roll of fingers over him, each suck and press of tongue. There may have been others but it had all been at least ten years ago. More if he could spare the thought, not that he can in the position he's in right now. His hand remains in Jet's, but the other withdraws from that soft blond hair to press its palm against Albert's eyes, overwhelmed beyond measure and a heat building so quickly he nearly gasps at it.

And then it dies down, hovering just above a simmer as Jet softly, gently runs fingers along his inner thighs and between his legs, more to keep him where he is than to build him up. Albert's not certain if he's relieved or disappointed that the sweet torment's abated for now.

"um Gottes Willen..." It's under his breath, but the words reach Jet's ears as a plaintively frustrated 'For God's sake...' He sucks in a shuddering breath, solid length twitching again under Jet's long fingers. What does he want? To slow down, make this last? It's tempting, but Jet's so far and as much as his work had been winding Albert up, he'd rather the possessive slight pain of what went before, of teeth and marks. He wants to be branded, wants to be surrounded in all consuming need, filled with it from himself and Jet.

He has to crane a little, but he manages to tug Jet back up and on top of him, pulling those still moist and bruised lips against his own in a feverish kiss that makes his chest flutter. He can taste himself, his own desire for the very man he's kissing and so he's panting slightly when he lets his head fall back on the pillow. "I want you inside me. And I want it rough."

Jet felt a thrill rush through him hearing those words so blunt and full of mental images that only turned him on more. He leaned down for a brief, feather-light kiss. "You got it."

He knelt between Albert's legs, one hand beginning to work on removing Jet's briefs as he stuck two if his own fingers in his mouth. As soon as they were coated enough, he pressed them into his partner, pumping and stretching him as Jet disrobed. Albert had said rough, but Jet wasn't willing to just go at it without at least this minimal preparation.

As soon as he decided it was enough, his fingers withdrew and he grabbed Albert's legs to prop them on his shoulders. The blond positioned himself and pressed just the very tip in before pausing. He gave one last gentle kiss to the inside of the older man's thigh, wrapped his hands around marked and unmarked hips and sought out silver eyes before pushing into the German's body, not stopping until he was all the way in.

Rather than pause and wait for Albert to adjust, he took up a slow and careful pace. It wasn't just consideration for his lover that he started slow, it was the overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion that threatened to drown him before they'd even really begun.

Being inside Albert, being this close with the person he loved again after so long and so many nights thinking about him...it made everything just that much more powerful. "Albert.."

Even that preparation is somewhat rough after nearly three decades of nothing. He may have taken others to bed but neither had been allowed to see Albert fully undressed, let alone be inside him in any capacity. But Jet's slick fingers are welcome and a breathy moan accompanies their stretch and pull. It stings a little, just at first, but it's not long before Albert is ready.

Even just the head of Jet's cock inside him pulls a shuddering gasp from Albert, the cyborg bending his knees at Jet's shoulders as the blond pushes into him in one long thrust, slow and powerful and so good to the point where Albert has to break eye contact for his eyes to roll back in his head and shut, just for a moment. With one hand he slides his fingers against Jet's on his hip, not trying to break his grip but still trying to touch, to keep that connection even with the sensations rocking over him like unceasing waves.

"Jet..." God, he wants to kiss those lips but with his legs on Jet's shoulders and Jet's hands on his hips he'd have to bend exceedingly far to manage and he doesn't have the leverage from his position. The blond does though, and Albert likes the idea of being folded double under his lover, sandwiched between him and the bed as Jet thrusts into him, owning him from top to bottom.

If he can just get the words out over the climbing pace of his breathing. "Jet, kiss me. I want you, please..."

His thrusts were long and slow as he pulled out a generous amount before pushing back in and he would have been happy with that for a little longer, but then Albert was asking to be kissed and his lips tingled at the thought of pressing them to the German's and suddenly, he needed that more than any kind of pace he was setting.

Jet stopped his movements momentarily while he was buried in the other man with a bit of a hiss, then set to slowly bending over his lover to mash their lips together in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands slid up to find Albert's forearms, gripping them as tightly as he could so he could use that as leverage as he began moving again, this time with quick, deep, thrusts.

That press hurts just a bit but it's a good hurt. Everything he's feeling right now is good, no matter what it is. Feeling in general after he'd spent years trying to stop feels good. Liberating.

He bends his arms, fingers finding purchase against Jet's elbows and gripping tightly, tumbling into the kiss with as much fervor as it was given. He sucks and pushes, even biting Jet's lower lip with a small tug, not enough to draw blood but enough to feel it sting before his tongue is again exploring Jet's throat. He breathes quickly and sharply through his nose, bucking at particularly hard thrusts and moaning even as he keeps his lip lock, vibrating against those pulsing slick lips.

He hisses a at the bite on his lip, but never once stops putting as much into the kiss as he can. Every moan Jet swallows and licks away with an eager tongue, claiming every inch of Albert's mouth as his own once more.

That was what he was doing here, it was more than just taking care of Albert and giving them both something they hadn't had in a long time, a closeness they both so obviously needed, it was Jet reclaiming what he'd walked away from. He'd left everything that mattered to him and now that it was being offered back to him, he was going to take it and never let it go again.

Albert's taste, every sound he made, each panted breath against Jet's skin, the feeling of metal digging into his skin, the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other, he'd missed all of it. But now Albert was giving him a chance to have it all again and the younger cyborg wasn't going to pass up claiming every inch of the man beneath him.

Jet made several more hard thrusts before slowing his pace so he could shift. His fingers released his partner's arms and he slid metal knees from his shoulders so Albert's legs were around Jet's waist instead, all while still buried in him.

His hands took a moment to run over the broader-built body, nails dragging along in choice spots, before settling in a tight grip on Albert's hips. He pulled out of the kiss with some amount of disappointment, giving the older man a chance to breath as Jet peppered kisses and grazes of teeth along his chest. Then his lips were back along Albert's jaw and bruised lips as he whispered huskily, "Let me know if it's too much, I want to make you feel good while I'm taking you, not go too far." He gave another kiss and the fingers on Albert's hips dug in sharply, lifting his hips more to angle his body just right so Jet could start moving again, thrusting deeply into Albert's body.

It didn't stay like that long though, the depth never changed but soon Jet's pace was faster than before as he slammed into his lover, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Jet was always an enthusiastic lover but this, this is different. This is possessive and wild and every bit what Albert wanted but could never ask for. It's a rough and tumble embrace, passionate and overpowering but still careful and with an undercurrent of affection. Even as he's crying out at Jet pounding him into the mattress, even as his metallic fingers dig into Jet's back for purchase and bite into synthetic skin, he doesn't feel any less cared for. On the contrary, he feels wanted, needed even, and that's what he's been missing all this time.

There's no protests from him, simply ragged gasps and unbridled moans as he scrabbles at Jet with his hands and tries desperately not to drown in the waves of hard pleasure Jet drives into him by inches. "Oh Gott, Jet--!"

As long as the sounds he hears are nothing negative, his pace is unrelenting. Albert had said he wanted it rough and Jet intended to deliver, his goal being to make moving--much less, walking--a difficult task.

"Ah...Albert-!!...I need you..." He wasn't usually so distinctly vocal, but he also didn't usually plow into his partner like he was trying to bruise him either. But the last part, whispered out as a sigh against Albert's collarbone as long fingers migrated from hips to the top of the German's shoulders to get better leverage, the claim of need was a hundred percent honest in ways that went beyond physical.

Jet needed Albert like people needed air and water. Jet needed Albert the way he needed his freedom: he wasn't himself without him.

And he needed to show Albert that, that he wasn't just wanted, that this wasn't just two people getting off after years without, this was Jet claiming his place by Albert's side and daring the universe to tell him otherwise.

"Albert...don't hold back even a little. I...want to hear you."

"Ah--!!" Another impassioned cry is torn from Albert's throat, rattled by the relentless thrusts of Jet inside him, filling him up so very full until he can't tell where Jet ends and he begins. He feels hot all over, his natural and synthetic skin burning with each touch, burning out of desire. His head drops back and he moans again, panting and teetering, a guttural noise of mindless pleasure.

"Gott...Gott Jet, don't stop. I'm so--" His chest heaves with another breath, trying to fill his lungs despite the pressure on every inch, both of lust and fulfillment, of fitting back together with the one person in the world who cares for him like that, so fits with him like a puzzle. "Don't stop.."

His nails dug viciously into the synthetic skin on Albert's shoulders, something he wasn't even aware he was doing, he just knew that Albert was close and so was he and he needed the purchase as he sacrificed some speed for harder thrusts.

"Al...oh God..." His voice was breathy and he placed their cheeks together so he could whisper in Albert's ear as he had done over the course of the evening. "Come for me, Albert...I want to see you--feel you let go."

The kiss he pressed to Albert's cheek was soft and sweet, completely different from what his body was doing. "I've got you."

He didn't know where his words were coming from, except maybe years pent up and waiting for an outlet, but he didn't try to stem them either. He was too far gone to be self-conscious or care at this point, he just wanted to feel Albert tensing under and around him as he came and hear him gasp and shudder and do all the things he remembered of his lover.

He can't breathe, can't think, everything's white and waves of sensation and Jet's ramming into him hard but the blond's voice is gentle and loving. He's undone and remade all at once, gasping and scraping at Jet for every shred of contact, every word, every breath is life. His blunt, hollow fingers dig into the American's shoulder and he lets out a high and primal moan, tensing every iota of muscle, every inch of his body tight and hot and clutching at Jet as if he's the only real and sturdy thing in existence.

In that moment, he is.

Jet continued plowing into his lover's body until he felt Albert tense just as he'd been hoping for, the German's body tight and clutching at all parts of the blond and dragging him over that edge as well.

He buried himself deep as he released hard, a groan tearing through the air while his nails tore down Albert's back as though he could still somehow push them even more into each other at that moment.

Even as he began a slow, drifting decent from that high, the world still ceased to exist outside of the man in his arms. One hand slipped under the German's head to hold as sharp breaths were brushed across the skin of Albert's neck. His other hand moved between them to lazily stroke and pull at Albert, determined to make the other man completely spent and tired.

As soon as his breathing was less heavy, he began to leave lazy and loving kisses on the older man's neck and shoulder. Every movement would be loving and slow after all of that.

Hard gasps rock Albert's frame as he lays there in the aftermath, Jet a reassuring weight on his chest and still filling him even as the fervor fades into a soft affectionate glow. Soon he's being peppered with little kisses, affection and love plain in each light press of lips to his still-fevered skin. He kisses back, small nuzzles into Jet's hair or temple, wherever he can reach without disturbing them too much. His hand finds the one Jet is using to make sure he's complete and tugs it away to hold instead, a soft smile breaking across his face. It's wide and warm and all because of Jet.

All because, after everything, nothing really had changed. They were still in sync with each other, still the melody and tempo of the same song. His back aches and he's sure he's a patchwork of scrapes and marks that he's left twins of on Jet's back too but it almost makes him want to sing with how freeing and relieving it is.

Because he knows for sure, now. Anyone else he could call it just sex but he knows Jet, he knows how Jet works, and there is no doubt in his mind. He whispers into that precious gold hair, hands flat on Jet's back and holding him close as his eyes drop closed, smile still perched on his face.

"I love you."

His arms end up similarly wrapped around Albert, equal parts possessive, protective and adoring, like he's holding something precious. And he is. He's holding everything he ever wanted, the one person who meant more to Jet than anyone else in his life.

He'd never believed in that whole 'other half' crap like someone needed someone else to be a full person. He'd prided himself on being his own person and not needing anyone else, but after twenty seven years without, now he knew what that meant. Time had found them trading pieces of their wholes to each other so that, when they'd parted, those pieces went missing and left holes. But now he had his 'other half' and those holes were filling and he wasn't going to lose them again now that he knew.

"I love you too."

Albert never bought into the idea of another half either, but he recognizes that he'd given Jet a large piece of himself years ago and all feels right with the world now that it's returned and even more comforting that he'd still held his piece of Jet all this time. He just wishes he'd realized sooner but even that doesn't seem like such a big deal in the wake of their reconsummation of their relationship.

Still holding Jet as close as ever, Albert finally relaxes fully, a heavy weariness tugging him towards sleep in the wake of the emotional roller coaster he'd just been riding. He presses kisses to Jet's face and neck for as long as he's conscious but inevitably sleep takes him and leaves him curled in their tangle of limbs, breathing softly and completely restful for the first time in a very long time.

Jet was a little slower to sleep, almost unable to with how it felt to finally be curled around the other man again. He listened to Albert's breathing slow and felt the kisses stop as he drifted off, it was the sound of that new heartbeat that finally pulled Jet into sleep's embrace as well, the sound so different from the whirring he'd grown used to yet still just as comforting.

It was the sound that proved they were both alive and that the blond wasn't simply dreaming.

He did dream, however, they were fragments and snapshots, things from the last few years sewn together with the thread that made all dreams seem to make sense at the time. Good mingled with bad so that neither could really claim his state of mind, leaving him as still and serene as he usually was in sleep. At least it was normal for the last few years. He didn't toss or turn, if he made any movements they were small, the only consistent one being his breathing and the fact he subconsciously refused to be out of contact with his partner.

Something's different. Something's wrong and it snaps Albert's eyes open in the middle of the night.

It's not Jet's presence; he'd slipped into the comfort of that like an old glove. No, it's stillness of the blond on his chest, the fact that he hadn't moved since they nodded off hours before. Once upon a time Jet had been an unruly sleeper. He would toss off the covers or steal them, legs akimbo and arms ranging from YMCA to red rover. Inevitably Albert would wake up with a hand on his face or from the noise of Jet getting up to get water or visit the toilet in the wee hours. But now...

It's the lack of disturbance that worries him. Jet had been so full of life even in sleep before he left and now he's still and quiet and Albert finds himself putting a hand in front of his mouth just to see if the blond is still breathing. His voice comes out in a course concerned whisper. "Jet?"

"...Mmm?" He's slow to respond, his voice thick with comfortable sleep. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, even just Albert rolling over in the night would often wake him even if only for a moment. Consequently, he rarely slept very deeply; this was one of those rare nights and it showed in how he was slower to respond--though respond immediately, he did--and how it took him just a moment longer than usual to become fully alert. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He shifted, trying to think of what it could be and the thought he hadn't really moved in a while crossed his mind and made him wonder if maybe some part of Albert was falling asleep and he needed the taller cyborg to change positions. "Do you need me to move?"

"No, I'm just surprised you haven't." He can't quite banish the worry from his face and so he tries to hide it instead, kissing Jet's forehead gently and forcing a thin laugh. Really he's worrying over nothing. It's funny, isn't it? "I was checking to see if you were alive, you were so still."

Something clicks in Albert's mind as soon as the words are said, something that he had missed somehow in thinking it. That's why he was worried. Jet used to sleep as if on a boat in the midst of a storm with all he tossed and turned, but now he sleeps like the dead.

His arms tighten a little around his partner.

"Oh..." He hadn't been in someone else's bed in so long that it hadn't even really occurred to him that the change would be noticed, but of course it would be. Jet knew how he used to sleep, like the whole bed belonged to him and he'd travel all around it even in his dozing but now he moved maybe once or twice and that was it.

If anything, he would think Albert would be happy with a change like that so he didn't wake up to the American's hand in his face or something. But with the admittance that Albert had checked to see if he was alive...he could see why the poorly hidden concern was there in his partner's face.

His hands came up and held the sides of Albert's face as he leaned in to give a deep and slow kiss, his arms wrapping around the silver head to hold Albert close once he'd pulled away again.

"Sorry. It just sort of happened over the years; I still wake up at the drop of a pin, but I stopped tossing and turning all over the place. I didn't really think about it.." Or else maybe he would have mentioned it and spared his lover the fear that had his grip around the blond tightening like that.

"I'm fine, I promise." Another apology was just on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it in lighter kisses sprinkled on Albert's face in an attempt to chase away that worry and to continue to silently apologize for the whole reason Albert would even feel the need to check for vital signs in Jet.

"Alright." He settles back a bit, arms still around Jet but more loosely as he tries to relax. There's something still bothering him though, something that will make it difficult to get back to sleep unless he brings it up now despite his fatigue.

"Has anything else changed?"

Jet tried to think through his habits and things he used to do to see if they were different now, but he'd been by himself for so long with only people who didn't know him as company that it wouldn't surprise him if something had changed he hadn't noticed.

He knew he had changed over all, but that much was obvious and clearly it wasn't so bad that Albert couldn't take him back over it. Though it did still make him a little nervous.

Instead, he smiled, one thing coming to mind at least. "Don't die of shock, but I get up before noon without even needing an alarm. The trade-off being that I drink a lot more coffee than I used to."

He rested his head on Albert's chest again, the smile fading a bit. "Just have a little patience...I don't think there's anything else, but I might not be thinking of something. I know you're not a fan of surprises."

Jet's irreverent tone gets Albert to crack a little smile. That change may well be good considering Albert's an early riser; perhaps now he can share his mornings with Jet. Discuss the paper over coffee, maybe even cook breakfast for the both of them. If he has to guess, Jet's likely been living on fast food and take out for the last three decades.

"We'll figure it out." Albert runs a hand through Jet's hair softly, a meditative gesture as he realizes he's already grown comfortable with Jet fitting back into his life. It might be a dangerous thing but it feels right and comfortable and the emotional weight on his chest is lifted with the literal weight of his partner settling to go back to sleep. "I'm sorry for waking you."

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