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makinglies2013-12-11 08:26 am
copesetic) wrote in makinglies2013-12-11 08:26 am
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New York State of Mind
It's been nearly a month and only now does Albert have his head on straight again. It took a near-death experience to do it, but in those moments he'd thought were his last when all the things he regrets went running the 'this is your life' marathon through his head one stuck out in particular. And that one is in a seventh story apartment that looms large and foreboding in the mid-autumn drizzle.
He pockets the scrap of paper he'd been clutching, address on it long since memorized. He should just go up there and say his piece. Most likely Jet will kick him right back to the street again. As well he should. Albert hadn't exactly been the model partner in the time they'd spent together. His heart had been in it, but the rest of him still quailed, afraid to get too invested, afraid that he would screw it all up regardless. At least if he didn't try then he could blame the failure on that. But that's not fair to Jet, and if he were honest not fair to himself either. He knows that now, that in his heart of hearts he's already invested. The things he's frightened of doing are the very things he wants more than anything. Jet, more than anyone else, makes him feel human.
Screwing up his courage, Albert walks right up to the door of the apartment building, then turns away and strides to the corner of the block instead, shoulders hunched against the freezing mist. He needs something first. He's not stalling. Really.
It's relatively slim pickings in the little bodega on the corner but Albert manages to pull several small bouquets into one large one. Roses and baby's breath might be a little cliche, but it's what they have and it's hopefully a gesture Jet will appreciate, especially since it cost Albert an entire day's worth of spending money. Not that it matters. If it softens Jet for even a moment, it'll be worth it.
If.
He stops on his trek back up the block, staring at the flowers as if they'd suddenly start speaking to him. It's too much, isn't it? Roses? That's what he would always do for Hilda when she was cross with him, buy her flowers or jewelry, but Jet isn't Hilda. He'd never thought of Jet as Hilda, of course, but flowers seem such a feminine gift...
No, it's fine. It'll be fine. Who doesn't like flowers?
Halfway up the stairs he wonders if maybe Jet doesn't like flowers, or he'll throw them back in Albert's face for trying to treat him like 'some broad'.
Two thirds of the way back down he kicks himself mentally to just do it, damnit! Stop being such a coward! He'll either like them or not but the flowers aren't the point. The point is he's here, he'll apologize from the bottom of his heart, and Jet will take him back.
Well, ideally Jet will take him back.
He's already in front of the apartment door when that nagging voice in the back of his head tauntingly asks how often things are ever ideal. He paces once, twice in front of the door, mouth a thin and troubled line cutting across his face as he hems and haws, trying to reconcile what he hopes will happen with what's more likely.
Just do it!!
He knocks, heart in his throat.
He pockets the scrap of paper he'd been clutching, address on it long since memorized. He should just go up there and say his piece. Most likely Jet will kick him right back to the street again. As well he should. Albert hadn't exactly been the model partner in the time they'd spent together. His heart had been in it, but the rest of him still quailed, afraid to get too invested, afraid that he would screw it all up regardless. At least if he didn't try then he could blame the failure on that. But that's not fair to Jet, and if he were honest not fair to himself either. He knows that now, that in his heart of hearts he's already invested. The things he's frightened of doing are the very things he wants more than anything. Jet, more than anyone else, makes him feel human.
Screwing up his courage, Albert walks right up to the door of the apartment building, then turns away and strides to the corner of the block instead, shoulders hunched against the freezing mist. He needs something first. He's not stalling. Really.
It's relatively slim pickings in the little bodega on the corner but Albert manages to pull several small bouquets into one large one. Roses and baby's breath might be a little cliche, but it's what they have and it's hopefully a gesture Jet will appreciate, especially since it cost Albert an entire day's worth of spending money. Not that it matters. If it softens Jet for even a moment, it'll be worth it.
If.
He stops on his trek back up the block, staring at the flowers as if they'd suddenly start speaking to him. It's too much, isn't it? Roses? That's what he would always do for Hilda when she was cross with him, buy her flowers or jewelry, but Jet isn't Hilda. He'd never thought of Jet as Hilda, of course, but flowers seem such a feminine gift...
No, it's fine. It'll be fine. Who doesn't like flowers?
Halfway up the stairs he wonders if maybe Jet doesn't like flowers, or he'll throw them back in Albert's face for trying to treat him like 'some broad'.
Two thirds of the way back down he kicks himself mentally to just do it, damnit! Stop being such a coward! He'll either like them or not but the flowers aren't the point. The point is he's here, he'll apologize from the bottom of his heart, and Jet will take him back.
Well, ideally Jet will take him back.
He's already in front of the apartment door when that nagging voice in the back of his head tauntingly asks how often things are ever ideal. He paces once, twice in front of the door, mouth a thin and troubled line cutting across his face as he hems and haws, trying to reconcile what he hopes will happen with what's more likely.
Just do it!!
He knocks, heart in his throat.
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He can't bare to unhook his legs for some unfounded fear that him doing so will make it all stop, but he does work his fingers out of their clenched positions and wraps his arms more around Albert's torso. That at least he could loosen up on a bit.
"I'm fine...it doesn't hurt." The discomfort was gone and even the feeling of strangeness was fading rapidly in the face of something much stronger, something much more pleasant. Albert's girth was likely what had caused the discomfort initially, but now it felt perfect, like he belonged inside the younger cyborg and Jet really couldn't agree more.
"It's really...really good. I want more."
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He could take more than this, something faster or harder or both, but he doesn't urge it, this is good too. It's different and nice and the movement of body against body is exactly what he wants.
He wished he could tell Albert that, say exactly what it was he was feeling, but he'd only barely managed sentences before that fog had settled and now he was fairly certain even words would be difficult, so he poured it all into the kisses he pressed along Albert's cheek and chin until he found his partner's lips and attached his own to them.
Even if this didn't last as long as either of them would like, he was happy with this. This was a good first time.
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Albert lavishes a deep, encompassing kiss on the younger man, a quiet noise of helpless desire rolling from his tongue and down Jet's throat as the German relinquishes control, hips moving more quickly and deeper with each thrust, arms holding Jet close and breath hitching at each full thrust, the friction and tightness and heat all overwhelming and setting him into the same fog that Jet's already lost in.
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Jet clung to his lover, unable to help the occasional movement of hips to meet one of those thrusts, driving his partner deeper than before, if only for a moment.
One of Albert's thrusts had Jet choking on a cry that only turned sharper and louder once freed as stars exploded behind his eyes. "AH-! A-Albert! God...ahh I-I'm close." Especially if Albert did whatever that was again, Jet was fairly certain he'd simply lose it.
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"Come with me." He nips at the shell of Jet's ear, nearly begging more than commanding in his all consuming need, pleading for permission. "C-can I..? Inside you?"
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Maybe it was silly, but there was this feeling behind the idea that Albert finishing inside of him would somehow make Jet his even more. It was a thought that almost finished the younger cyborg right then and there.
He didn't know how close his partner was, but he tried to hold out, to feel those perfectly deep and strong thrusts just a little longer, but one angled just right hit that spot again and Jet's vision went white. His hand gripped even tighter at Albert's hair, as did the hand that had moved to the German's shoulder. Everything tensed more than ever, his legs pressing in against Albert's ass to shove him as deeply as possible and the teen's body, clenching in tightly around Albert as Jet came with another cried shout of the older cyborg's name followed by a long, loud, moan bereft of words and full to the brim with emotion.
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To never take Jet for granted.
Sparks fly behind his eyelids as he takes one last thrust, hard and deep and tight as Jet's every muscle tenses around him, calling his name and sending a shudder down his spine that's followed by others as he comes inside his partner, breathlessly whispering in the younger man's ear as the waves of desire pull him under and leave him gasping.
"Jet, Jet... my sparrow..."
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He's largely silent now, basking in the emotions his partner has given him and in the feeling of his weight on Jet, every point of contact precious and impossible to break. While still cheek to cheek with him, Jet allowed himself a moment of complete vulnerability-a feeling that had been lacing it's way through the evening-and leaned into the contact in what could probably be called a nuzzle. "...thank you..."
It was breathy, practically whispered and he knew Albert wouldn't fully know why Jet was thanking him, but that was alright. There were no more mixed feelings stirring at the bottom if his stomach, no more vague doubt that maybe he couldn't do this or that he'd mess it up because his only point if tefernce was violent and full of lust and not love.
There was no longer a voice in the back if his mind that said somehow, despite there not being any signs, despite it having been years ago and Jet having learned to deal, what had happened would make him undesirable. It had been crushed under the palpable waves of desire and care Albert had shown him.
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There's a glow between them and the soft sounds of Jet's heart and the motor that stands for Albert's mingle in a soothing rhythm as they both calm in the aftermath. Every doubt that Albert had, every little worry that he'd used as an excuse to keep them apart are all now simply melted away. There's no doubt in his mind that this was the right choice and he's eternally grateful that Jet gave him that second chance.
Metal hands trace gentle meaningless patterns on Jet's arms, Albert more comfortable than he's been in years. "Good?"
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He kissed Albert's cheek in return and let his hand rest on the back of the older cyborg's neck, perfectly content to just hold him. "What about you?"
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"We should wash up." That would be the tidy thing to do, but he would so much rather stay like this for the foreseeable future.
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This peace, this feeling of perfection and closeness...he could still feel Albert buried inside him and it wasn't a feeling he wanted to lose, not yet. Not while his head was still swimming through and processing a thousand things at once.
Besides, Albert would likely want to shower alone, considering and while Jet understood and would respect that desire, it just made him even less eager to separate so soon.
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Not just right then, but at all. Ever. He tries to make that clear without saying so directly, that he won't make the same mistake again, that as he said, he's in it now completely.
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But when Albert said, the way he said it, made Jet believe him. He wanted to, sure, but Albert was also a pretty honest guy and a romantic sap on top of that; if he was saying something like that, he meant it.
Jet leaned into the touch and closed his eyes for a brief moment. "...'preciate that a lot-" He shrugged. "-....just so you know."
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A moment later he's snoring softly, Jet's hair still caught lightly between his fingers.
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Jet did his best to gather in the blanket beneath them to cover them without disturbing his partner, then pressed a gentle kiss on him before settling in himself. Sleep sounded pretty good right now, not only because of the long day and the amazing sex they'd just had but because the solid weight over his body acted as better comfort and security than any blanket he owned. Although, to be fair, one of those blankets would likely be warmer, but he wasn't willing to trade.