Jet hummed to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist and another drying his long red hair. He was in a good mood, and the reason was lying naked, asleep face-down in his bed. It didn't matter to him if Heinrich's body was clunky and disjointed, the sex was still good, and the emotional support was even better. Shedding the towel, he stealthily slunk over to the bed, and climbed on top of hi German lover, straddling his hips. Albert snorted and shifted slightly, but didn't wake up.
Satisfied that the German wasn't going to wake up, he leaned forward and nipped at his ear. "Heinrich," he whispered, lips brushing the other man's ear, "it's time to wake up, Heinrich."
A muffled, "Five more minutes, Hilda" was his reply.
Jet cringed. He didn't mind that Albert still had feelings for his dead fiancee, but it was still insulting to hear her name when he was trying to be playful. He got his revenge by biting down hard on the German's shoulder.
"Augh!" Albert was awake in an instant, thrashing in an attempt to dislodge the American from his back. Finally, Jet was thrown off and pinned to the bed by the German's weight. "Dammit Jet, what the hell was that for?" He growled, glaring at the teen with all his might.
Jet pouted and crossed his arms. "You called me Hilda."
"...Oh for crying out loud. Is that all?"
"I am not a petite German girl with brown hair!" Jet shouted, his face flushed and matching his hair.
Albert had to chuckle at that. "No," he agreed, lowering himself onto Jet's thin body, "you most certainly aren't."
The intended reply of "Damn straight," never made it past Jet's lips, as his mouth was otherwise occupied.