The movie was something Jet and Zuko had seen before, so Zuko didn't mind at all when Jet leaned over and kissed his neck.

Thank God for half-days; the two seniors spent the first few hours of the day having exams and then got to relax on the couch in Iroh's apartment.

Zuko turned his head to allow Jet better access as his boyfriend's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Was Nemo getting boring?" He laughed gently.

"The title 'Finding Nemo' implies he'll get found." Jet bit the lobe of Zuko's ear, his breath fluttering the hair at Zuko's neck. Zuko sighed happily, shifting so their bodies leaned into each other. He turned his head and captured Jet's mouth with his own. He buried his fist in Jet's auburn hair, marveling at how soft the thick messy locks felt as they twined between his fingers. Jet tipped his head, deepening the kiss, his warm tongue ghosting over Zuko's.

Dark hands pulled at the shirt of his uniform, rucking it up and sliding beneath to run up his bare back. Calloused fingers pressed firmly at the muscles of his neck. Zuko slid his free hand up the front of Jet's shirt to stroke his thumb over a dark nipple.

Jet growled and unintentionally bucked his hips. He was almost on top of Zuko by then and his hips ground firmly into Zuko's. Zuko moaned, he could feel his pulse throbbing between his legs and his slacks were tight on his growing erection.

Pleased with his boyfriend's response, Jet rolled his hips and attacked Zuko's neck. The raven-haired boy shuddered as Jet nipped and sucked at the soft flesh just above his collarbone.

"Jet," he gasped, his voice quiet, desperate, "Do you want to–"

The front door opened, "Zuko?" Iroh's voice came from the front room.

Jet and Zuko leapt apart to sit on either side of the couch.

"Oh, is Jet here?" Iroh had spotted Jet's shoes at the door.

Jet offered Zuko a helpless smile. "Yeah," Zuko's voice cracked a little and Jet stifled a hysterical giggle behind his hand. Zuko threw a throw pillow at him, urging him to shut up.

"What's so funny?"

Jet pulled the pillow onto his lap and Zuko tried to nonchalantly cross his legs, just in time as Iroh walked into the living room.

"Oh, this movie," Jet tried to hide his smirk by resting his chin in his hand.

"Oh, I've seen this one," Iroh smiled at the television then turned his focus back to the two boys on the couch. Jet inconspicuously watched the film, Zuko watched his uncle. He saw his uncle hide a knowing smile and his ears burned red.

"I'll go make some tea," his uncle said. "Call me for the part where they speak whale?"

"Sure," Jet smiled casually as Iroh retreated to the kitchen.

"That wasn't so bad," Jet whispered.

"Shut up," Zuko hissed, his skin hot all over – in the embarrassed way, not the good way from before.

"We should do this again sometime," Jet reached out and held Zuko's pale hand in his dark one.

"No," Zuko growled, "never again."

But he didn't pull his hand away.