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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.

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So long as Albert is condoning it, Jet decides he'll go along with it. Besides, if this is to be one of his few chances to explore his partner, he can't pass over it.

Tentative hands are feather-light at first, as they brush across Albert's stomach and to his sides, but with each centimeter they explore, he gets bolder. There's more pressure behind the touches, more certainty, and Jet takes the time to let his fingers touch along every dip and curve in the other man's body--memorizing.

They move from stomach to sides, up Albert's back to his shoulders and then back down his chest, every touch appreciative and caked in careful dedication. His hands brush back up to Albert's tense shoulders and brush the material off of them to let the shirt fall to the floor.

His hands slid down skin and metal arms to catch Albert's hands, turn them over and give kisses to each palm. Then he stood and pressed in close, his hands finding Albert's shoulder's again and beginning to work at the muscles there as best he could around the metal parts.

"Relax, Al. I...can't tell you what I'm thinking, but I can show you, if you'll let me. Lay back on the bed?

It's a relief that Jet would take the lead. Albert's more confident in his handling of the younger man after last night, but being this nervous about himself and having to pull Jet along by the hand would have been too much. Instead he gets the redheads bold explorations sending thrills though his body and putting knots in his stomach. His breath hitches when Jet divests him of the shirt and at the kisses to his palms he stops breathing altogether for a moment, nearly pulling the right hand away for how much he doesn't want Jet's lips anywhere near the weapon.

Then Jet's standing in front of him, hands working at the real muscle left under the simulated tissue and Albert practically melts right there. His shoulders get the most sore out of anything, vibrations from firing his machine gun rattling everything around. They'd been reinforced when he'd been remodeled, but there's still enough organic structure under there to cause him impressive amounts of pain on his worst days. Jet's fingers are like a balm and Albert lets out a little moan in spite of himself. It takes him a moment to realize Jet was speaking.

"Alright," he says softly, pressing a kiss to Jet's cheek and moving around him to climb on the bed. He misses those hands on his shoulders already but Jet's in charge and Albert can't say that doesn't excite him, the thought of how clever Jet is in other arenas of life giving way to all manner of curiosity at just what he'll come up with in the bedroom. Though, frankly, even the simplest things with Jet he imagines to be perfect. It's the company that makes it exciting.

Albert settles in with his shoulders on the pillows, propped up a bit so he can still see Jet and hands folded in his lap, looking at his partner for what comes next and trying hard not to dwell on how exposed he feels.

Jet stays where he's at for a moment, just looking Albert over unabashedly, then he crawls onto the bed and over his partner to give a long, deep, kiss.
When he pulls away, it isn't too far and his hands find a place on Albert's shoulders again, remembering the sound Albert had made when Jet had worked the muscle there.

"If you want, I'll do that again later, longer this time, for now...try not to move."

He almost turned it into a request, but while his voice still held that gentleness, it was not a request, he didn't want Albert trying to reciprocate or stop him or anything. Not yet.

He started at Albert's neck with a patch of kisses and licks and even a small hickey, but didn't linger too long. He anticipated Albert getting turned on, but he didn't want to do it too quickly.

Then it was the older man's collar and shoulders, every inch receiving kisses and sucks and lap of an exploratory tongue and the tender touches of hands set out to map what he intended to learn as well as he knew his own body.

This treatment continued down Albert's body, each arm, his chest, his stomach, and every place he knew had real muscle beneath it received extra attention in the form of a small massage. he only stopped when he'd run out of available body to lavish attention on, choosing instead to move back up Albert's body with a trail of kisses and his hands running along the older man's back as best they could, until his lips found the German's once more.

"Ah, Jet..." It's barely a plaintive whisper, but Albert flinches just a little at the rough treatment of his neck and the idea of the bruise he likely left there. It's embarrassing and forward, but there's something exciting about it too, something he can't deny makes his stomach flutter just a little.

He quiets down quickly, mesmerized by the way Jet slides down his body, by just how intent he is on each little bit of Albert regardless of if its organic or synthetic. He tries valiantly to do as Jet said, to keep his hands to himself, but even as he can't take his eyes from Jet and his undeniably sensual explorations, Albert's discomfort at having his mangled body paid so much attention rears up and he puts his hands on Jet's shoulders without thinking, not pushing him away but definitely tense and meant to stop.

It takes him a moment to realize what he's doing and he withdraws his hands hurriedly. "Sorry, I don't know-- I mean I... ah..."

Damnit. "I didn't mean to do that."

There was a patience in how Jet reacted that surprised even himself.

"It's okay." He sat up and quickly rid himself of his own shirt, then his hands found and entwined with both of Albert's. Slowly, he lowered himself down on top of the older man so they were pressed chest to chest, holding his partner's hands on either side of his Albert's head as he tried to kiss him again.

"Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just...trying to show you." Show that he wanted all of the man he was with because it was Albert.

The kiss is soft and loving and Albert tries not to choke up at the confirmation that Jet cares for him at least as much as he does in return.

"I know.." Albert almost swallows his own voice as he curls his fingers, threading them between Jet's. "It's difficult for me. You have the ability to fly and that's something neutral, but I was made just to destroy. They made me nothing but a weapon. I have no warmth or softness, not like you."

The German's eyes wander away as if he'd been looking at the sun for too long. It's almost like that, laying here. Jet's so bright and he's...not. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't deserve someone like Jet, that he'd have to spend his whole life trying. Color rises on his face unbidden at that, that Jet would want him anyway. He turns his gaze back to those amber eyes and that fiery hair and still manages to smile softly, albeit in a self deprecative way. "Sorry. I know you hate to hear me talk like that."

"No, I don't, because it's not true." Jet squeezed Albert's left hand and let it go to bring it to the side of Albert's face. He wanted the German to hear him. He already knew this wouldn't likely fix anything, but he hoped it helped for a little while at least.

"You're a lot more than a weapon. I know your cybernetics are meant for destruction, but you're not destructive. You say you have no warmth or softness, but you're wrong there too. Yours just isn't physical like I know you want it to be. But it's not gone.

I've seen the way you handle things like flowers or plates, even Ivan or anyone else, you're always soft, nothing breaks or gets hurt just 'cause you're touching it. And the warmth...hell, I see that every day I see you. Your smiles and looks are warm and that's what matters.

So, yeah, your chest is hard and cold but so what? I'll warm it up just by laying here, the stuff that needs to be warm, the stuff that counts, you've already got that."

Jet was hardly so eloquent with things like this, but most of the time he was trying to describe how he felt, something subjective. This wasn't a feeling he couldn't name correctly, this was earnest truth, indisputable in the younger cyborg's mind. And fact was always easier to deliver than feeling.

Edited 2014-01-26 06:48 (UTC)

It's a touched sort of smile that settles on Albert's lips, though there's the shadow behind it still, that little seed of self hatred that remains stuck behind every attempt to convince him he's not just a machine or a weapon, as if Black Ghost put that there alongside the rest of their modifications. But the fact that Jet would even try to convince him, that he's laying here skin to skin even though Albert knows it can't be comfortable in the slightest, it makes his own arguments seem so much less powerful.

"She's right. I really don't deserve you." He slips one hand from Jet's and cups the younger man's cheek instead, running his thumb lightly against soft skin and then craning his neck so he can reach to kiss him.

Jet's expression turned perturbed at that statement. "That's a load of crap too."

But he still leaned in to meet the kiss, a little more forcefully than he might have before, as though he could kiss away such a stupid idea. He'd have to talk to Cathy about that one.

Jet's hands moved up to lose themselves in silver hair, sometimes lightly pulling on it, sometimes simply running them through the soft strands. His tongue made a nuisance of itself, delving into Albert's mouth and tracing around the older man's tongue, not letting up until they both needed air again.

"Albert...I want you." His cheeks flushed lightly with so plain a deceleration, but there was no uncertainty in his voice, only affection mingled with desire.

It's almost embarrassing how worked up just a kiss from Jet gets him, how hard he catches himself breathing when his lips are freed. He decides he doesn't care how embarrassing it may be though and instead slides his hands down into the back pockets of Jet's jeans to cup his ass, kneading cold fingers carefully but firmly on the curves and reveling in how it makes Jet shift against him. "You have me."

He steals another kiss, nipping Jet's lower lip and tugging with his teeth before letting go. Then his jaw, Albert's lips skating the edge, sliding Jet up against him just a bit so he can continue to that long neck, teeth and tongue grazing the sensitive flesh there before latching on and sucking hard enough to leave an impressive mark, clutching with his hands at any squirming. He licks the mark when he's through, grinning into the curve of Jet's shoulder. "There, now we match."

The hands on his ass earn a low, pleased, sound and his lips find their way to Albert's shoulder, leaving his neck highly exposed to the assault delivered on it. Air catches in his throat and he sends a half glare at his partner. "You better hope there's no huge mission we all have to go on before this fades."

He cared for Albert a lot and he knew the German cared for him, but they were both too private to just let the nature of their relationship slip to the others, even if they were family. Not yet, anyway.

But he let if go and instead decided to play a little dirty. His lips and tongue found Albert's neck again, this time out to torment and arose rather than mark, while one of his knees slipped between the older cyborg's and pressed up and moved just enough to be noticed.

"That's what the scarves are for." He barely manages to breathe his response, the knee and Jet's lips sending a shudder through him that bows his spine. In retaliation he removes his hands from Jet's pockets and slips them under the fabric instead, grabbing roughly and kneading the soft flesh. He holds Jet there in his lap as he sits up, forcing the knee away but pressing their hips together so Jet can feel just how excited he is even with the two layers of fabric between them.

He started this thinking to let Jet have his way, he really did, but all the teasing and squirming and... frankly, everything Jet does makes Albert's appetite rise and he feels the need to take charge again instead, maybe overwhelm his partner just a little bit in the hopes that he'll understand what Albert can't say just yet, that he'll understand how overwhelmed Albert feels simply in Jet's presence.

His hands leave off Jet's ass and trace up the younger man's back in an achingly slow journey as lips again seek lips.

A pleased sound slips from him into Albert's neck. His hands find leverage on the German's shoulders to allow him to grind up against the older cyborg's hips. Albert might be the one in control, but Jet wasn't the kind of person to just leave all of the work to his partner, he'd give back and do his damnedest to get as much reaction out of Albert as he could.

The American kisses back fervently, all lips and tongue and pressure as his need climbs and his fingers go back to tracing down Albert's body until they can reach and play at the hem of obstructing fabric. He didn't try to pull at them however, not certain exactly how undressed Albert intended to get, but Jet traced along the skin there then moved his hands to his own pants to begin unfastening them.

It's a wonderful feeling having Jet needy and pawing at him. He's nervous but he feels wanted and it's been a long time since he's felt welcome in a physical sense. Jet makes him feel it in spades.

But he can't quite bring himself to cross that last boundary and let Jet divest him of his pants. Instead he takes a ferocious, encompassing kiss the second the redhead has his pants halfway off and turns Jet around in his lap, still kissing at the younger man's neck and jaw as he lets his hands travel where they will, sliding and working up tender flesh to tease. His fingers are cold and he uses that as a tool for once, pressing them against Jet's nipple as if they were ice, teasing at the pink nub while he runs his other palm flat against Jet's stomach to feel him twitch and wriggle under the affectionate torment.

Edited 2014-02-01 03:25 (UTC)

The hard kiss has him off guard and breathing hard already by the time he finds himself plopped in Albert's lap. But then there's hands on him and the cold metal on sensitive skin has him gasping and arching into the touch.

One of his hands presses over the one on Jet's stomach while the other reaches back to grasp at Albert's side. His overwhelmed state doesn't last forever, though and he decides the best course of revenge is to take advantage of the limited-contact position his partner put him in and press against Albert's crotch with his ass. Besides, it was a good way of saying 'just take me now' when the words weren't coming to him.

He pinches just a little, just enough that he can tuck his chin over Jet's shoulder and see that his fingers have made Jet's nipple stand at attention. A rough kiss to Jet's neck and his metallic hand gives the other the same treatment, his left palm sliding down between Jet's supple thighs to grasp without hesitation, not pumping for now but palming and stroking with an open hand, giving enough pressure to start shivers but not enough quite yet to be completely fulfilling.

Of course, with Jet pressing himself backwards against Albert, the German isn't quite certain he can keep up the less than gentle teasing for much longer. He grinds up against Jet, the fabric of his pants rough against the younger man's naked ass. Instead of prolonging that potentially uncomfortable situation, Albert leaves off his teasing of Jet's nipples and uses that now free hand to undo his belt and slip his trousers off, forcing Jet to rise for a moment and then be let down with the smack of skin on skin and a soft grunt from Albert as his own hard arousal presses lengthwise between those perfectly curved cheeks.

It feels so good that he groans into Jet's neck, wrapping his left right arm around Jet's chest just to hold him close, his own chest flush against the younger man's back. He should get the lube from the nightstand but he's loathe to move from his current position, Jet hot and arching into him, silently begging to be taken as Albert's fingers map every detail of secret places.

Everything is a tangle of sensation and his eyes shut at the feeling of that cold hand teasing across his chest. His breathing hitches and small shivers shoot up his spine with every movement Albert's other hand makes on him.

He's torn between enjoying the teasing he's being subjected to and just wanting Albert to get on with it. He doesn't have long to make up his mind before Albert's moving again and suddenly they're skin to skin and Albet's so hard and hot against him it pulls a pleased sound from the younger cyborg.

One hand moving to press against the metal one across his chest, he takes advantage of Albert's pause to shift so his knees were pressed to the mattress on either side of Albert's legs, giving him more control over his own actions. A fact he utilizes immediately by sliding his hips forward and then back again, rubbing against his partner's length.

When he spoke his breathing was already obviously hindered, although it wasn't too bad just yet. "...If you're not going to get that lube, you better not stop touching me."

"And if I do?" If anything Albert sounds amused at the empty threat, but with that tight ass of Jet's rubbing purposefully against his rock hard length, he's not about to stop. Instead he reaches for the bottle and slicks himself up thoroughly, only leaving Jet without a hand on him for a moment while he rubs the lube on himself and teases at Jet's entrance as well, making it so deliciously slippery that he slides two fingers in at once on the first go with little effort to test and make sure he's not going to hurt Jet.

Seeing that he won't he withdraws said fingers and places his hands on either cheek, prodding Jet to sit up on his knees and allow Albert to position himself properly. With metal hands cupping and spreading each cheek, Albert rubs his slick cock against Jet once more before pressing the head against Jet's entrance eagerly, just waiting for the final go ahead. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready, just go." He pushed back as best he could against that hard tip, though he didn't get very far. He just wanted to feel Albert moving in him again and feel his partner's chest to his back.

He appreciated what Albert was doing; making sure Jet was ready a hundred percent before proceeding, if the roles were switched he'd be doing exactly the same. But Jet's patience was limited and when every part of him was throbbing and on fire with need of Albert, the kindness was tantamount to torture.

With a kiss to Jet's shoulder, Albert pushes in with one slow thrust, holding Jet by the hips to feel just how his body reacts to being invaded. When he's finally in to the hilt, Albert stills to allow Jet to adjust, though he doesn't stop kissing at Jet's neck and shoulders and his left hand creeps from the younger man's hip to delve lower once again, running fingers against Jet's length and stroking with all the deftness he displays when playing a sonata on the piano.

"Albert!" His partner's name was a loud moan as Jet felt the older man push into him, his body tensing all over again at the sensation. His breathing grew heavier even just from that and, as much as he wanted to just start moving, he allowed the pause to let himself adjust. At least it wasn't likely to take as long.

As tense as he still was, it wasn't nearly as bad as the night before and he found he could relax a little more as he adjusted to his partner's size. The hand wrapping around him pulled an unrestrained moan of pleasure from him and his hips moved a little in response, jerking up into the contact before sliding back down to sit flush in Albert's lap.

Slowly, he began rocking narrow hips forward off Albert's length and then back as far back as he could go. It wasn't a large movement just yet, but it was a start and it allowed him to lean his back against his partner's chest and turn his face to kiss Albert's until he could find those lips again.

The kiss is sloppy at this angle but Albert can taste his name on those lips and therefore bliss. He rocks himself with Jet, forward when the younger man goes back to drive himself deeply, shuddering with each short and measured thrust. His left hand catches Jet's and covers it, the back of the redhead's hand to the German's cool palm as he guides the limp to skate softy down Jet's chest and stomach as if he can teach Jet to feel how he feels that lithe form melting into his. He doesn't stop at the waist, coaching Jet's fingers to wrap around himself and in turn Albert wrapping his hand around Jet's. The German gives a nip to his partner's lower lip and breaks only far enough to speak, sliding Jet's hand up and down with agonizing slowness as he thrusts again into him.

"How do you feel?" With his free hand, Albert presses his thumb lightly to that bottom lip, taken for a moment at just how full and delicious it seems close up. Everything about Jet seems that way and he has so few qualms about giving into his own sexual appetites where Jet is concerned now, a complete turn around from where they were before, but so long as Jet is willing, Albert will do everything to sate them both.

It's several shuddering, heated breaths before he can answer. He's too busy with everything else happening to be able to strong together the proper words. His tongue darts out to lick at the finger on his lip as his hips continue to move in time with Albert's thrusts. His hand on himself was hardly new in action, but it was new and electrifying with Albert 's hand guiding it, somehow showing Jet something new in the feeling behind it.

Finally his voice found it's way out. "Amazing-ah...Albert...faster." The last word is a breathy whisper and the only warning before Jet picked up the pace of his hips, pulling further off and shoving back to drive Albert into him, a small pleasured cry catching in the back of his throat.

At such a raw and honest request, Albert can't help but fulfill it. He pulls Jet against him, taking a more dominating approach to their movements so he can make sure he's thrusting into Jet with more speed that the redhead wants but losing none of the power. His hand in turn guides Jet's grip at a faster pace too, slick with what of Jet's fluids have begun to well up in all the excitement.

A groan of Albert's own vibrates into Jet's shoulders, the German's mouth latched to the sweat-salty skin and his hips continuing their quick and deep thrusts with everything he has. He wants to feel Jet lost control, to witness that complete surrender that he'll only let Albert see. He wants to commit every shiver and moan and twitch to memory and bring Jet to an end so complete his legs may not work for a few hours at least.

Because damn if he isn't approaching that himself.

His breathing grew ragged and he grasped tightly at Albert's lower waist, his fingers digging in so hard it distantly occurred to him that he was probably bruising what little real skin Albert still had.

Between his and Albert's hand pumping the slicked skin of his cock, the deep and hard thrusts and the feeling of Albert's mouth on his back, Jet was almost undone right then and there. As it was, he could feel himself approaching that edge faster than he would have liked.

"Albert....god...don't stop. I'm gonna--!" His words were cut off by a sharp gasp tailed by a moan and his body responded faster than he'd anticipated, causing him to twitch and release in their clasped hands, his body tensing as the waves of pleasure drowned him.

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