Disclaimer: Ishinomori's, not mine

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Somewhere in the back of his head, Albert knows he shouldn't stare.

But he can't help it. This is the first time he's seen Jet in nothing but jeans. His body is wiry, almost too thin, but he can clearly see the raw power he associates with Jet as he moves to wipe the sweat from his brow. His hand drifts down to a denim-clad hip as he scowls off into the distance. Albert wonders if his skin would feel as smooth as it looks. He wonders how it would feel if he kissed his chest and worked his way down...

It's a unique experience, to be sure.

"What are you gawkin' at!" He was so busy staring he didn't notice Jet's now staring back at him. "This wasn't my idea," he continues as he makes a vague motion towards his torso. "Geronimo and Doctor Gilmore made me help them plant their stupid gardenia flowers today. I gotta go back soon before they notice I snuck off for a break." He closes his eyes, moans, and rubs his neck. "Christ, it's hot."

He decides he wants to find out just how Jet's skin would feel under his lips, now. Otherwise he's... he doesn't know. Explode, overflow, something.

Jet reacts the way he expected him to when he grabs him and drags him in the direction of the house. "What the hell are you doing! Didn't you hear me tell you I snuck off? What am I supposed to tell them when I don't come back?"

"Just tell them you decided to stop playing in the dirt and roll in the hay instead."