Title: Pretty When You're Pissed

Rating: PG-15

Pairing/Character/s: Jet/Zuko, Iroh

Word Count: 349

Disclaimer: I owneth not the sheer delight that is Avatar. How sad . . . But I do own this laptop, and an incredibly furry orange cat, whose fur clashes with all my clothing and sheds on all of it.

Warning/s: Slash and mild swearing and Jet being himself. Oh my. Oh, and sexual references near the end. I am so not subtle.

Summary: Oh, I love moments like these. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

There is, Jet has decided, nothing more amusing than watching Zuko try not to throw a fit when Jet insists on being . . . well, a seventeen year old boy who lives with his boyfriend.

Oh, watching Zuko blush and stammer and try to figure out what the hell Jet is talking about comes close, and watching Iroh and Zuko as Iroh babbles on and on about tea is pretty good, but they aren't quite good enough.

This is at least partly because when Zuko is trying not to throw a fit, he looks, and Jet would really like to know why but on the other hand he'd rather not, really fucking hot.

Not just attractive, pretty-boy hot. Zuko always looks like that. No, he looks stunning, oh-my-God-I-want-to-fuck-you-now hot.

Jet's had a lot of time to figure out the differences. And practice. Can't forget the practice.

"You know," Zuko says, his voice tight and strained with effort. "This is one of those moments where you should probably choose to just let. It. Drop."

"Oh, really? I love those moments," says Jet brightly. He leans forward and steals a kiss.

Or, at least, he tries, but pretty soon the kiss becomes less about teasing and more about moaning and tongues and his mouth traveling down Zuko's pretty, girlish neck, sucking and biting as he moves, hands pushing clothes out of the way, for now.

Zuko's hands fist in his hair, and he shudders when Jet licks a trail across his collarbone, punctuating the end with a little nip that makes his lover groan and writhe.

Jet leans back and smiles innocently.

"I like to wave at them as they pass by."

He ducks, and the cup that Zuko has thrown at him misses by just half a head, but the blush across the other boy's face is more than worth the risk of Zuko's aim improving. Which it is.

Unfortunately, Jet decides as he pulls Zuko up against him, he really doesn't feel like finding a new hobby.

Then Zuko's hand starts working up his shirt, and he forgets all about hobbies or amusement or impending doom.

Because, really, Zuko is fucking hot when he's pissed, but he's even hotter when he's being fucked.

Um. Wow.

That is the closest I've ever gotten to writing something vaguely lime-ish.

I feel odd. Sort of . . . meh.

On the bright side; finals are finally over!

-dances-

Please review, dahlings. Else I shall feel unloved and my life will become a black aybss of nothingness and sorrow . . .

- Suzu