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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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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.

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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.

He can't quite stop, even after he feels Jet shudder and tense and Jet pulses in their joint grip, his hips keep going for a few moments of their own accord until he's let go inside of Jet with a harsh gasp, practically crushing his partner's back against his chest and burying his nose into the back of Jet's neck as he rides out the tide.

A little later and the only noises are the ragged breathing of two happily exhausted men and the general bustle of the city outside. Albert plants little kisses into Jet's spine, loathe to move despite the mess they've made of each other.

Albert continuing to move in him while every inch feels twice as sensitive as before only causes him to gasp and arch into the movement and a quiet moan escapes him as his partner finishes inside him, the pressure of the German's grip tight but not painful or unwanted.

After a moment of panting and the start of that decent from the happy high they'd reached, Jet's hands lose their grip and find a new home over Albert's. The kisses on his spine send shivers through him.

"I'd like it more if you were kissing my lips, but then one of us'd have to move and I'm not too keen on that one." Although they should. They should shower or at least have Albert pull out so they can clean up enough to not be a complete mess. But the only moving that sounded even remotely enticing was the thought of curling up with his arms full of his broad German, middle of the day or not.

The quip gets a chuckle and Albert simply holds Jet closer, craning his neck to kiss the younger man's cheek as close as he can get to those lips without moving. "Unless you have somewhere to be, there's no rush."

He's not generally one to laze the day away. Albert's an early riser every day but his worst and likes to get any chores for the day out of the way before the afternoon, when it's more acceptable to sit down with a book and relax. But right now it's barely past eleven and he's more than content to lean back with Jet still in his arms and cuddles into his partner for at least a few minutes before he feels prompted enough to move and get the shower going.

He buries his nose in the back of Jet's neck with a happy sigh. "You're warm."

"Yeah..." And Albert wasn't, at least most of him wasn't. But that was ok, it just gave Jet a job to do. The teen moved, forcing Albert to pull out so Jet could turn and face his partner.

"Com'ere." Long arms snake round the older man and hold him close, tucking that silver head under his chin and curling around Albert like a blanket. He even had the same intention as one; he wanted to share every scrap of body heat he had.

He sucks in a quiet breath as Jet moves and he falls out of him, but he doesn't have long to feel awkward with the redhead turned in his lap and sitting again, pulling him under his chin as if to shield him or wrap him up. He can't help the chuckle that bubbles up when he realizes what Jet is doing, almost more of a giggle instead. "I didn't know you had mama bird tendencies too."

He teases, but it's good natured and he'd be lying if he said this wasn't comfortable. Albert wrap his arms around Jet's waist, threading his fingers together at the small of his back and pressing his cheek against Jet's chest, listening to his partner's calming heartbeat, a blissful expression still settled on his face.

One of Jet's hands slides into silver hair and he yanks lightly. "Shut up."

But then his fingers are gentle again as they card through soft strands. Maybe he was acting little protective and definitely a little possessive, but this was the happiest he'd felt in a while. From last night to this moment, he felt like everything was perfect and that wasn't a usual feeling for him. It was all Albert's fault and Jet knew it.

He had the urge to thank him for reasons he wouldn't even explain, but he kept it to himself and let the press of his lips to Albert's temple and the tightening of his hold do the talking.

The tug at his hair just sparks another muffled laugh into Jet's shoulder, Albert never having felt quite so at home and happy, at least not since being remodeled. And he's still comfortable now, despite his undress. It helps that Jet understands utterly and completely. They both went through being rebuilt and from what he understands, Jet had it worse on some level in being the first successful subject in the project. He may not have as extensive visible modifications, but he still experienced it all.

Albert's fingers unlace themselves and roam a little, touching for its own sake rather than trying to get Jet going again. His cold palms run over the curve of the younger man's backside, the German smiling again at how soft that curve is even as he traces one hand down to reach the bottom of Jet's foot, his metallic fingers making a soft clinking noise against the rim of the exhaust vent.

Still feeling amorous, Albert kisses Jet's shoulder lightly, enjoying the fingers in his hair and the possessive embrace Jet has him encased in. If he had his way, he'd never leave it.

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