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[Closed] Heaven or hell or somewhere in between

Who| Jet and Albert
What| Some shippy things, some serious things, some sexy things
Where| Their room
When| Before the last breakout and then a couple weeks after it.
Warnings/Notes| Definitely one of threads is turning into sex, you are warned.

[A catch-all to avoid spamming with separate posts. Different headers in the comments below, one thread is relationship re-development and progress-checking, the other is touching base and Serious Talks.]

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"Hey." He's fresh from the showers, smelling like government issued soap and the cigarette he'd smoked on his way back. His hair is starting to dry and curling at the ends while his plain tee sticks to his chest; he'd put it on while still a bit damp in his haste to get out of the communal showers. He's never liked that, even with his military lifestyle back in Germany. Too self-conscious usually, ingrained in him from the cybernetics even if here they're not a big deal by any stretch. It's an old habit, the kind that doesn't die easy.

He kisses back as a matter of course, not lacking in affection but his mind miles away on the mess of other mundane things. What's for dinner, does he need to send out laundry, and the general background anxieties of trying to stage a rebellion in enemy territory without compromising their position entirely. You know, normal stuff.

Albert sits himself on the bed and takes the towel from around his neck to ruffle the water out of his hair, having not even an inkling that Jet might have been making plans. "How was your walk?"

"Good. Same-old."

Jet sat beside Albert and, after a moment, pushed the towel back so it was away from his partner's face. "You seem distracted." If there was something weighing on Albert's mind, more than the usual at least, Jet wanted to know before he stuck his pride out there to try anything.

He knew what to do if Albert tried to play the 'in your condition' card, but he didn't have a plan for 'sorry, I'm simply not in the mood.'

"Not by anything out of the ordinary." He smiles gently at Jet moving the towel, that soft smile just for his Sparrow. "Did you need something?"

Jet falters a little. Yes, he definitely needed something...but he'd never been very good about asking. Usually, he didn't need to, not for years.

"Yeah..." Jet leaned forward, his fingers curling behind his partner's neck as he pressed their lips together. It was soft at first, gentle. A moment more found the kiss turning deeper and more needy. Jet's other hand pressed to the bed's surface as he leaned further into Albert's personal space; hopefully, Albert would get the hint.

A hint from Jet is more like a glaring neon sign, in this case with the blinking text declaring 'bed me!' in colorful font.

Albert kisses back until he kiss grows less gentle and he can feel the edge of Jet's tongue trying to worm its way to meet his own. Then, he puts on the breaks, drawing back his head and holding one hand against Jet's cheek to reassure as much as keep him at bey for a moment.

"Jet... Are you certain?"

It's been a trying several months. Jet's mind, addled as it was, had sent him back through near every period of his life as far as Albert could tell. To say it was difficult for Jet would be a severe understatement, almost an outright lie for all it doesn't encompass, but it hasn't been easy for Albert either. Watching his husband struggle, having to bring him back to the present and reality and no I'm sorry Joe's not here, your gang isn't here, your mother isn't here...

Jet may have recovered enough that the last episode he'd had was nearly three weeks ago, and he'd brought himself out of it, but Albert still can't banish the thought of working Jet over and suddenly it's not his Jet but one half his age and frightened. Albert's certain if that happened it would put him off of anything but the most simple of touches forever.

"I don't want you to push yourself just because you feel you should."

Yes, of course Albert couldn't just take the hint and go with it. Jet hadn't really been expecting it to work, but he'd hoped. Damn this man for being good.

His fingers play with silver hair lightly even as he shakes his head. "I don't feel like I 'should push myself' I feel like I want to sleep with my husband because it's been a long time."

He didn't even feel the embarrassment he expected, there was no warmth to his skin or color on his cheeks, he wasn't embarrassed by what he wanted, he simply wanted it and the idea he might be forcing himself to want something he'd only ever enjoyed annoyed him into feeling bold.

"You trust me, right? Trust me enough to know what I want." He leaned forward, but only to press their foreheads together. "Trust me to want to keep you happy, I don't want to hurt you anymore. I wouldn't suggest this if I thought there might be a chance I'd...flip out or something. I don't want to do that to you."

He'd expected Jet to tell him he was sure. He expected Jet to be a bit indignant. What Albert didn't expect is for Jet to cut right to the heart of it, to know Albert is worried not just for Jet's well being but for his own, that he couldn't take suddenly not being wanted in their shared bed.

"I do trust you..." He does, with his entire being he does, he just knows that drugs can do things to you, that what you want isn't always enough to be what really happens. But it does help, knowing Jet sees what worries Albert, what pain he actually tries to spare himself even if, were it to happen regardless, he would do his level best to take it in stride just as he always had, just as he had this entire time.

He kisses Jet lightly, pressing his lips against his husband's as a promise of more to come, but draws back just enough first to speak again. "I want you, too. I've missed you, us, doing this, but I-" He swallows, fighting a small lump in his throat that comes out in a forced exhale, as if he'd gulped too much air. "You're sure?"

Jet smirked and shook his head, an edge of amusement in his hushed voice. "What do I gotta say, Al? 'Take me now?' Yes, I'm sure...now shut up and kiss me."

He didn't give Albert much of a choice as he pressed their lips together again. The kiss was soft at first, as before, but he pressed closer and dove his tongue into his partner's mouth. A hand came to rest between them on the older man's chest so Jet could push him back on the bed, the blond careful to never break the kiss as he followed Albert down.

"That does help." Jet's on him again and this time Albert's more than receptive. He lets himself sink backwards, Jet coming to rest atop him on the bed even while Albert kisses back with furious abandon. He wasn't lying when he said he'd missed it; months without sex, even for Albert's admittedly less active drive, is too long, especially when wishing in that secret place in his head that things were back to normal, that he could just forget all of their current issues and take his husband to bed when he wanted like regular people have the luxury of doing. The impossibility of a thing makes it sting more in the lack thereof, worse when you have the memory to keep from before.

He delves his tongue against Jet's and pushing back into Jet's mouth in turn, bumping teeth sloppily but wanting their kiss deep as if he can't wait a moment longer to be inside his husband, whatever form it takes. His body feels electric, oversensitive after having held himself back for so long, all his nerves on end and twitching with the touch of Jet's fingers on his chest even through his shirt.

But the worries still linger, the thought that Jet will suddenly reel back, frightened and confused, and Albert forces himself to slow down. He breaks their lip lock, panting hard enough for air that he sees Jet lift and fall with his chest as Albert refills his lungs. "Slowly. Please, I want to make certain."

They haven't tried this since Jet's brain had been addled; who knows what the event might trigger. He needs to make sure he keeps his husband here, keeps him grounded, as they go. As much as he aches to do so, they can't get carried away.

He kisses Jet again, this time more tenderly at the corners of his mouth, as if begging him to understand while still promising to continue. He won't leave Jet wanting, even if they're careful. Smooth metal fingers slip lightly over the skin of Jet's sides under his shirt, not going further than they're bidden just yet. "Let me help you undress."

Slowly. It would be better if they took their time, it's not like they din't have any to take. As much as he just wanted to feel Albert against him, their skin warm and wet with sweat as they moved together, he also didn't want it over so quickly. He wanted it to last.

Albert's words hearken back to a chilly day in a New York apartment, a time when they went slow. When they wanted to be sure together. But it doesn't feel more real than now, it's only a memory and one easily brushed aside for the here and now.

He nods and takes the fervor out of his kisses. A shiver runs up his spine, a trail left by Albert's fingers on his skin. "Okay." He wants to feel the press of their chests together, a sensation he'd always loved more than most, but he'd follow Albert's pace of things for now. He was looking out for them both, after all.

He lifted his arms up to let his partner peel the shirt back.

Doing this requires a small change in posture and Albert manages to show Jet what he needs him to do without words, guiding his husband with a gentle kiss to his mouth and equally gentle but firm hands coaxing the taller man to sit up on Albert's hips instead of laying atop him like a pleased tabby.

Albert doesn't just remove Jet's shirt haphazardly in a flurry. It's not an obstacle in this case, but part of the process. Gently, steel fingers catch the lower hem and slide upward with Albert's fingertips sliding lightly along Jet's sides as he raises the fabric. It's not meant to make him shiver and quake but instead something sweetly gentle and tentative, slow not for agonizing anticipation but to afford Jet the opportunity to stop him if he needs to.

The shirt comes off without mishap, Albert careful to maneuver his hands to the collar so it slips over Jet's head without catching on his chin or nose. For a moment Jet's face is obscured by the fabric and when the shirt is over his crown and being slid off of his arms, Albert smiles to see his husband again. Bright blue eyes watching him intently and mussed golden hair reflecting the evening glow from the window. Finally, Albert lets the shirt drop and sits up a bit himself, admiring the sight even while he makes certain that Jet is still with him. Without thought, the German rests his hand over Jet's heart, letting it stay there before starting a tactile tour of the blond's chest and torso with the same pass of fingers that had divested Jet of his shirt; giving, not taking. Intimate, but not coaxing. It's touch for its own sake, not for the express purpose of sex.

Going slow was always an exercise in patience for Jet. He loved Albert and he loved being with Albert, but his impatience and desire to be closer sooner often made his movements and desires hurried. He wanted to feel Albert's touch, metal and skin, he wanted to feel them press and move together, Albert inside, filling him, and his husband's pants and grunts and sounds of pleasure. Knowing he was the cause for his partner's pleasure was just as good as the pleasure he received himself and much more important to him.

But what made that important was the fact he was making Albert happy, which was the most important thing he could do. Right now, the key to making Albert happy was letting him set the pace, even if it was frustrating on some level, he also knew his partner was doing it for Jet. And he felt grateful for that as well. Just as he wanted to take care of Albert and his needs, Albert was just as intent on doing the same for him.

Albert's smile at Jet reappearing from beneath the fabric of his shirt is returned with one from Jet, a smile that stays in place as Albert's fingers trace and trail along his skin.The gentle press of metal to flesh is familiar and comforting and there's a clearly pleased look on the blond's face for it.

But Jet wasn't good about sitting idly by and soaking up Albert's attentions, so his fingers traced down metal arms and then dropped off to slip gently under the fabric of Albert's shirt and trace the skin of his partner's abdomen.

Carefully, so carefully, Albert traces his hands downward, watching Jet for any sense of discomfort and trying to keep out of the way of Jet's hands trekking over his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake when they touch flesh.

His abdomen is all muscle; they may be back in the Capitol but there's still little to do with their spare time than exercise. Albert's morning workouts had expanded to several hour sessions, probably to an unhealthy degree, but it leaves him lacking in body fat most places. When Jet's hands sneak up under his shirt, they find rock hard muscle with no give that ripples just a little under questing fingers and his own movement.

Movement that leans him forward, that let him press his lips to pale skin, bruising his lips against his teeth to keep himself from placing marks. Not yet. He's not certain yet, but lord does he want to. Instead he travels along Jet's collar bone, nibbling feather-lightly and bushing his fingers again over exposed sides, this time traveling downward, meeting hips, palming what he can reach of his husband's still-clothed thighs, carefully trying to maneuver and find if Jet is yet at attention without crossing the boundaries he's set for himself too early.

He breathes softly into hollow made by Jet's chest and neck, glancing down to his hand hovering over the button and zipper of his husband's pants, trying to see within their shadows without moving more than an inch from how close he stays to Jet. Not that he could go far with Jet in his lap as he is, but his husband's positioned himself so he can't actually just go by feel, not without purposely feeling him up. Which they may both enjoy, but he doesn't want to be in the middle of that and have Jet suddenly elsewhere.

"Are you...?" Albert looks up at Jet's face from under a fringe of silver hair. For all the progress they've made since they first started dating, Albert still has trouble wording what he actually wants to ask boldly. It's just not in his normal lexicon.

If Albert's attentions weren't enough to rile Jet up, finding that hard muscle in his partner's torso sure did. Jet's fingers brushed and trailed and touched as much of his husband's stomach and chest as he could reach. The shirt soon found itself peeled off so nothing was in Jet's way.

And then Albert's hesitation and fumbling attempts to voice a question Jet didn't feel he should need to ask drew his attention back to Albert's face. Jet's expression was soft and full of unbridled affection. Jet leans down to press gentle kisses to Albert's face and lips, one less gentle kiss ended with a light nip to his husband's bottom lip.

"Come on, Al. Neither of us're gonna break. I'm still with you." It wasn't quite the answer to the question Albert had, but just as Albert could barely ask it, Jet barely knew how to answer. Besides, he had something in mind. Something he hadn't done in ages. "But if you aren't ready to take what you'd like, then I guess I'll have to."

He smirked and climbed off Albert's lap with a gesture telling his husband to wait. Jet's pants were next to hit the floor, though he kept his boxers on for now. In the next moment, he was back in Albert's lap, one hand curled behind his husband's head. He peppered more kisses to Albert's brow before leaning forward to topple them to the bedspread, his other hand going out to steady them.

With Albert laying back, Jet began an achingly slow descent down Albert's chest. Every inch was covered by a kiss or a gentle touch as though every inch of Albert's body ere holy to him.

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