Disclaimer: Shotaro Ishinomori's, not mine

Notes: Nonsensical Jet/Albert sort of smut written for the 30 kisses community in LiveJournal. Whee!


It starts out with a kiss, like things like this usually do. Then it's more kissing, more hungry, more desperate, until he's no longer content with just kissing and Jet has his hands under Albert's sweater, trying to get at much of him as he can. Afterwards, Albert will make some comment about how anyone could find cold steel erotic is beyond him.

Jet finally gets the sweater off. His own shirt joins it on the floor a second later.

Metal fingers are clinging to him as he licks the parts of Albert that make him cling even tighter. And somewhere in the haze of his brain, Jet wonders why Albert is still letting him to do this to him. It's not like anything's different between them when they're not fucking. Albert still tries to get him to behave; he still gives him hell. Aside from sharing a bed (or couch, in this case) on a frequently increasing basis, nothing has changed.

It's... confusing.

But then Albert's hands are going down lower, and that's the end of anymore thinking for the night. He starts working on getting his belt unbuckled until Albert manages to get out, "Bedroom," his voice thick with need.

"Here's fine." He grinds against him for emphasis.

"Maybe for you, but not for me." Nobody should look that composed that quickly (and shirtless), but this is Albert, after all. "Your couch isn't exactly comfortable. One spring in particular's been driving me crazy." He looks at Jet, as if considering something, and then gives him a peck on the cheek. "I'll be waiting for you."

Jet watches him go, not really sure what to do, his hand where Albert kissed him. He's used to the hungry, desperate kisses, nothing at all like the one he just received...

Then he snaps to his senses and makes a dash for his room.