Hey there readers, so, um, every now and then I go and read through my previous posted stories and chapters, and of course the reviews, and it worked its magic because what has followed below is the power of it all, I am writing more! Plus I am really ashamed for having fallen so effing short on actually writing and posting… for the last…. *cough* few years *cough*
As such, something I have been curious about is the roles reversed in my Jetko fic Potatoes, which I seriously could have come up with a better name for. So for those who are familiar with said Fic, I give you:
*Drum roll up to announcing spoiler*
Jet topping Zuko by popular demand and the fact that I want to write it! Yay!
And, I don't know, this might be a 2 part / 3 part special, because I sure as hell can't include everything I want to in just a single one-shot unless I make it super long, and I don't want to do that to you guys; so chapters it is.
Warning: Jet and Zuko do a lot of kissing and a lot more than kissing – this is boyXboy, Yaoi, shonen-ai, boy-Love
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they're just my guilty pleasure.
And so, you gloriously thirsty Jetko Shippers – Man the deck and load the cannons, this ship is setting sail!
(Enjoy XD)
Needless to say, the first time they made love probably wasn't under the best circumstances. Zuko had just been drugged and attacked, Jet had rather abusively reacted in his reunion and was wounded, and the two were high on pain and other things. It actually shocked Zuko how willingly he had taken to intercourse not long after the attack. Any sane person would have been traumatised and fended off any such attempts, even from loved ones. But Zuko wasn't normal, he guessed, right now he was all levels of fucked up. And Jet…
Zuko had woken to a tight sensation around his wrist; Jet had actually gone about tying him to the makeshift bed-post with some intricate knot work and rope. Unfortunately, it took the scarred teen a moment for his brain to catch up and assert that he wasn't in any real danger, considering the night's events. What added to his cotton-brained panic was the considerable lack of Jet in the bed; and he prayed to the spirits for all of a moment that he hadn't just been drugged to the point where he hallucinated Jet.
These feared notions were quickly laid to rest when Zuko turned over and came face to face with Jet. He was kneeling on the floor and leaning on the bed, his chin resting on folded arms, and he had a rather soft smile just visible on his lips.
Upon having Zuko squint at him in the dull light, Jet smirked. "Afternoon, bright eyes," He cooed. Zuko's initial, sleep-clouded instinct was to move away from the sudden face, but it was Jets face. "What're you doing on the floor?" Zuko asked, trying his hand at small talk. Jet's smirk only grew into a lopsided grin and he swayed his nude hips. "You did me pretty hard… So I'm not above admitting that butt-sex aches after the first time… I needed to stretch," He winced briefly and stopped moving his hips, and settled for breathing into his arms which were folded on the bed.
Zuko's eyes slid helplessly down Jets curved back and his mind short circuited when his brain tried to do re-runs of the night. He didn't need to remember the bad crap, and he clung desperately to the heated shapes and feelings of the hot dark night where he had touched and tasted Jet so much, his lips still tingled at the thought. However, he did remember Jets face as it contorted while Zuko was pushing inside of him. Perhaps he should have done a lot more to please Jet, considering what he was going through both emotionally and in his head, and of course his injury. Zuko was considering apologising, but that would sound a bit weird.
`Hey, sorry for shoving my penis so deep in your ass that you can't even move, but I had a great time, so thanks,`
Zuko almost melted from shame at the thought. Not that he was ashamed about what he did with Jet, but now he was growing flush with the sudden memory of sucking his nipple, and the fevered gasping sound Jet would make when he eventually did feel good.
Because Zuko's mind had wandered, Jet noticed him staring and blushing. `There's the bashful, stubborn bastard I know,` He thought. "If you're thinking of going for another round..." Jet was eyeing Zukos wrist, appealingly bound to the bed. Zuko covered his face, feeling it grow hot. "That… you… stop talking," He breathed desperately.
Jet said he was going to do him harder, and based on how Jet was tentatively avoiding sitting on his ass, it probably meant that Zuko wouldn't be able to walk for two days or more. The very thought made his legs weak, and he wasn't sure if he was excited or purely dreading it. His pride probably had something to do with the way he turned away from Jet, his ear still visible and burning red with embarrassment.
The thoughts whizzing through Zuko's head didn't go unnoticed by Jet.
The tanned teen didn't want to scare his fire-bender off before he even got a chance to top him now, did he? "Hey, don't you go getting all bashful on me," He hummed, shuffling so that he could whisper in Zuko's ear, panting a little bit and making the scarred teen skin all the more hot. His arm snaked across the sheets and up Zuko's bare side, and then it hooked around his chin so that he brought the burning red face to his own.
It looked like the fire-bender could have steam coming out of his ears, and he radiated heat. Jet almost hungrily bit at Zuko's lips and then suddenly he winced and backed off, dropping his head onto his arm and laughing at a small bout of pain which sent a twinge down his lower back. "Fucking hell, I can't even get hard right now," He breathed, not sure if he liked the pain. Zuko didn't turn any less red.
In a desperate bid to change the conversation, Zuko's mind snapped to Jets wound. "Wait, how have you been keeping with your injury…?" He asked, suddenly hoping that their activities hadn't had a strenuous effect on it. Jet sat up slowly and ran his fingers gently over the stained bandage; "I swapped out the bandages already," He said. Zuko thoughtlessly reached out and touched it as well, and for a moment he still wasn't sure if he was touching Jet. Sure, he could feel the fabric of the bandage and the slight body heat of Jet… he even felt dirt off the older teen's skin on his fingertips –but somewhere deep down he still somehow doubted Jets presence.
He had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility that he would never see Jet again because of his mission to find the Avatar, it was almost like this was all a dream; but it wasn't a dream. Jet was here and he was breathing and bleeding and smiling and talking and being very real indeed. Zuko was sure that some part of him maybe even wanted to cry from relief that never seeing Jet again didn't have to happen. He didn't cry, of course, because his pride wouldn't fucking dream of it. Instead, he decided that the best way through this awkward situation was to get to fucking work, and that started with rather stubbornly releasing himself from the bed. "Why the hell did you tie me up?" He grumbled, his fingers struggling to loosen a knot. Jet rested his head atop his hand and watched the pale teens shoulders flex as he tried, and failed, to free himself. "What can I say, you have a habit of disappearing… but it's kind of exciting seeing you tied up…" He almost purred, leaning through his pain to leave butterfly kisses all over Zuko's exposed back and shoulder.
This made it hard for Zuko to concentrate, as each little thrill from the kiss left his fingers feeling weak. "Yeah, well don't do it again…" He scorned, muttering small, harmless obscenities. Although, to himself and on a more personal note, he admitted that he wouldn't be leaving Jet any time soon, and he wasn't going to be travelling alone. He grew frustrated when he struggled to release one knot too close to his wrist, and it was almost impossible with one hand, demanding that Jet assist. The tanned teen quirked his eyebrows and slinked onto the bed. "Fine by me, but don't hold me responsible for any other actions I might take in the process," He whispered, slowly and gently straddling Zuko.
As to why the fire-bender couldn't stop his face from burning, Zuko didn't know. He wanted so badly not to be utterly flustered, but with just hearing Jets voice, his lips tingled and he got chills up and down his back. Jet seemed to want to catch up on the many days where they had been apart, and he spent more time straddling and rubbing his hands firmly into Zuko's muscles –avoiding bruised areas –that he took a long time just to slide his hands to Zuko's bound wrist. Jet still needed to confirm that he had the fire-bender firmly in his grasp, that every inch was touched and bitten and sucked and claimed.
The only thing that stopped him from grinding and delving into another intense session of sex was the niggling pain in his lower back and ass, which happened to be affecting his boner. He wanted to be at his best for when he next made love to Zuko, but the passionate kissing and groping was good enough. Hell, it was better than good. The pale teen was flushing pink all the way down to his collar bone, and Jets heart hammered at the sounds Zuko breathed – small gasps and grunts, almost a whimper once or twice as his body instinctively rose up to press against Jets.
Jet wanted to bite Zuko's lips until they throbbed, and kiss them until they pulsed red. However, he was being tender because Zuko's face was still showing signs of how he was beaten. Jet knew he didn't take that into consideration when he rather brutally smashed their faces together that night in a desperate attempt to taste him. So even as Jet wanted to be a little rough right now, only because he felt his own impatience whining and begging –he tenderly licked Zuko's lips, sucking them gently. He planted brief, fluttering pecks along Zuko's bruised cheeks and at the corners of his mouth.
Even when the rope was free, they didn't cease in their actions, and both of the pale teens arms wrapped around Jets neck. Jet noticed that Zuko frowned a lot when kissing, like he was concentrating on memorizing every last moment. Jet also knew the fire-bender was a little chaotic and awkward with his kissing, but the passion and the heat behind them completely made up for any lack of experience. It made Jet chuckle into his kisses; and smiling and kissing at the same time was kind of hard.
"What are you laughing at?" Zumo mumbled, a small frown still marring his features. Jet cocked his head to the side, licking his lips. "You need to brush up on your technique," He teased, and before Zuko could have any time to suddenly abstain their session out of humiliation; Jet pressed their foreheads together and chuckled. "…Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you're up to scratch," He smirked.
The pale teen had remained red in appearance, and pushed a palm gently into Jets face to create space, because if Zuko got any hotter he would pass out. He also had the little problem of his crotch, bulging in response to the hum of Jets voice. He needed to take care of it and they needed to clean themselves if they could and Zuko wanted Jets wound in better shape, because he was planning on travelling as soon as possible. Yes, he desperately wanted to stay curled up in here with Jet for a very long time, and do all sorts of things, but with the fate of the world currently hanging in the balance, Zuko put the priority of the Avatar above his own desires.
Not that he ultimately prioritised the Avatar, but if Aang didn't learn fire bending in time, Fire Lord Ozai would in due course come to rule the whole world, and no one would be safe, least of all Zuko and anyone he loved.
The two sat back to back, sharing body heat, as they did inventory on what little belongings they had. Their garments were dirty, but such was the fate of clothes when you travelled across the whole bloody world with a limited wardrobe and only stumbled across a river every other day. Jet's clothes were the worst, because of the blood currently marring two layers of them. "It's too obvious," Zuko mumbled, and turned his head to talk over his shoulder to Jet. "Do you know how to stitch it up?" He asked. Jet almost snorted. "You don't?" He questioned, and Zuko could practically imagine that smirk. The scarred teen grumbled in clear embarrassment. "My Uncle… had more experience…" He muttered, not outright admitting his lack of ability. Jet reached back and Zuko handed him the damaged cloth. "…Yeah, well, I don't have anything like a needle and thread… so it's going to have to stay obvious," Jet contemplated maybe travelling without a top.
Zuko batted that idea way in an instant. "If a torn and bloody top is too obvious, then you walking around half naked with bloodied bandages will be, too. Just take one of mine," He said this quickly, feeling his face heat up and cursing its redness. Why did he have to be so fucking bashful? This was practical, they were both guys, and Zuko had done way more to Jet than offer him a damn top.
The fire-bender didn't wait for Jet to chuckle out anything like a teasing response, and twisted into his clothes as quickly as possible. Once dressed, Zuko snatched up a map he had and spread it out on the floor. It was tiny and tattered to the point where everything was faded, save a few fresh dotted lines of ink where Zuko had marked the trail of Avatar sightings. He wasn't sure where he himself was just now, but assumed it wasn't far from where he had settled in the tree. He couldn't quite make out his location, though. "How far are we from…?" He trailed off.
From where; the place he had been attacked, and nearly taken…
Zuko was kneeling on the floor, and Jet turned to sit right behind him –rigidly at first, but he settled into a comfortable position and sidled up close until his crotch was pressing into Zuko's backside. His arms came protectively around the pale teen and his hands settled atop Zukos. "As far away from those bastards as possible," He almost spat venom, and the atmosphere grew heavy. However, Zuko knew he couldn't dwell on that day, too much had happened, and it wasn't something he needed to focus on. So he turned his own hands until he clasped Jets' firmly; fingers intertwined. They sat there like that for a moment, in silence with their bodies and hands pressed together firmly. It was a confirmation –they were both right he right now, and those bastards couldn't have done a thing about it, they couldn't have stopped this moment from happening even if they had an army –Jet and Zuko would have come together by one force or another and been alright.
Jet let out a long sigh and rested his head on Zuko's shoulder. His breath was delightfully ticklish against the pale teen's ear and neck. He still held Zukos hand and used it to point to an area of the map. "Here," He said, almost in a whisper. They had travelled pretty far, then. Zuko did have a number of questions about that night; how Jet had found him, how many of those people Jet had killed, and just how the hell Jet had managed to travel so far in his condition. However, maybe those were questions for another time, when the wound of their trials and tribulations wasn't so raw and easily aggravated. The two had plotted a few various routes to a nearby town –all of them were open to the possibility of having to completely change route at a moment's notice.
"You know my intentions are to find the Avatar. He needs my help, I'm the only one who can give it to him, to help end this war." Zuko stated, having just tied his sword sheath to his back. He wanted to be clear about his intentions. Jet was handing Zuko his broad-swords. "Then those are my intentions, too." He said, one eyebrow cocked and a smirk pulling at one side of his lips. The scarred teen hesitated in taking them. "What about… what you've been doing to the fire-nation camps, will they still be able to continue without you? It's been making a difference, it's been making it harder for them to keep power over the people here..." He said this reluctantly, but he wanted to be sure of what Jet thought, and what Jet wanted to do. Because he had been making a difference, Jet and whoever he was working with had to be the people who had been causing the havoc recently. It was actually working and the fire-nation presence was wavering.
Jet's smirk stayed firm. "That's sweet, thinking they're all helpless turtle-ducklings without me, but they'll be fine. And I ain't letting you out of my sight." He said. Zuko felt a warmth begin to flush through his chest, and he grasped the swords by their handles and swung them together and then into their scabbard. Before they reached the door, Jet insisted on a kiss for the road. Zuko wasn't going to decline, but he did want to say one thing. "When we're out there… we should be careful. About this…" He gestured to the way Jet had his arms firmly on Zuko's hips, pressing their crotches together and having their faces inches apart. It almost hurt his eyes trying to focus on Jets face being so close, which is why, he supposed, he closed his eyes. Jet grinned. "I can't make any promises, but for our safety I guess it's something I can suffer. But I want you to stay in my line of sight, you got that?" He asked.
After a moment, Zuko gave a curt nod and Jet brushed their lips together for all of a minute before they departed.
They left the hut in silence, moving stealthily through the trees at a general pace. Zuko would often indicate to Jet and ask if they needed to slow down, but the tanned teen shook his head and urged them onwards, regardless of how sore his ass and lower back might be. He couldn't jeopardise their safety because of butt pains, and as much as he wasn't above admitting that it hurt because of a good pounding he received, he still had pride.
Their stealth was called for, because not even ten minutes into their trek, they encountered a band of earth nation soldiers. You couldn't be too careful with either army, because they were equally as suspicious of anyone. The town they had mapped to was almost two days away on foot and over a river. The river wasn't too much trouble to cross; being more wide and shallow with a steady flow. It was still deep enough that they have to swim part of it and then they immediately had to change Jets dressing on his injury.
They manoeuvred around distant camp fires and rustling in the bushes and occasionally tried their luck with jumping from tree to tree in the dark. It was safer to travel in the dark when you weren't alone, and much faster when you were quiet and unseen. It was also easier to steal. As dawn broke through the dense forest, the two settled for ascending high into the tee-line, off the beaten path, but not before Jet resourcefully scrounged some stale bread, a small bottle of alcohol, and a handful of peas and beans from an unsuspecting band-wagon. Up high, the leaves were thick and the duo had climbed almost to the top canopy, coming to rest in a handy crook big enough for the two of them to settle.
Jet revealed the small bottle of alcohol, but Zuko wasn't terribly impressed. "They didn't have any fresh water…?" He asked; as they were both running on less than two mouthfuls each in their water-bags. The tanned teen shrugged, but had knowingly gone for the alcohol instead of the fresh water barrels, they would have been too big to steal. He emptied the beans and peas from his front pocket, his cocky smile fading a bit when he realised that blood was seeping through the bandage again and smearing the food. "This is starting to fucking piss me off," He grumbled, balancing his weapons in a nest of branches. He whipped of the top Zuko had loaned him and grimly assessed the bandage. His wound wasn't utterly deep, and it only seemed to excessively bleed after bouts of intense movement. Zuko squinted in the darkening light. "Maybe we should stitch it up," Zuko said, and then remembered that neither of them had a needle to spare, and nothing to fashion a needle from.
"Stitches would pull and rip anyway… plus it's too late for stitching now, it won't close properly…" Jet speculated, dabbing almost blindly at his injury. Zuko could feel that the two were so tired they would long be asleep before finding anything medical nearby, and they had no more clean bandages. "We should cauterize the wound, then, to limit infection," He said. Jet snorted. "We're up in the trees, and any smoke from a camp fire would tell anyone where we-…" He trailed off when he glanced at Zuko's eyes as a particle-ridden beam of sun light cast across part of his face.
Golden like fire.
Fire.
Fire-bender.
He almost forgot about that, and he stared for a moment more. Zuko began to feel uncomfortable, his hands fidgeting. This subject seemed to still be an open wound, too. Zuko picked up his swords again and began to climb down the tree. "…There's a road nearby, I'm sure someone in passing will have something useful," He said, however Zuko didn't even get to grab the first branch. Jet was quick to seize his arm. "No, I trust you," He said, resolute.
The pale teen hesitated. Was Jet sure? If Zuko suddenly lit fire in the palm of his hand… well, Jet could be a little up-and-down with how he felt about fire benders. The hateful words and brutal fight they had in Ba Sing Se was still horribly present in Zuko's mind, as was Jets face the first night he found out that Zuko –or Lee as he was then –was actually a fire bender. However, the confirmation and trust on the tanned teens face right now made Zuko's heart skip a beat. He settled back into a seated position and quietly unsheathed one of his swords. Jet was removing the bandage. "Don't have anything smaller…?" He asked. It was a good sign that he was making an effort to joke; his smile tugging at the corner of his lip.
The injury was rather long and somewhat bruised along the edges. Zuko snapped a short, thick branch for Jet to put in his mouth. "So you don't break your teeth, bite this." He said. Jet was going to perform some bravado about having a high pain tolerance, but kept this to himself. "You're lookin' more nervous than I am," He chuckled, biting down on the stick. Zuko took the small bottle of alcohol and popped the lid off, drenching the injury. Jet's jaw clenched and he hummed out a strained groan, staring Zuko in the eyes as if to ask `couldn't you have given a little warning?!`. Zuko gently dabbed the remaining alcohol up and hovered his hand under his broad-sword. He didn't make a flame as such; he merely heated his palm until the sword began to glow red-hot. It took under a minute, and then he somewhat straddled Jet, who was leaning against the main tree trunk. His hot hands pressed the wound together and the scorching blade pressed down on top of it. The skin burned and Jet seized up and threw his head back against the tree a little too hard.
Zuko made quick work of it as best he could, and once the bleeding had stopped, he splashed the alcohol over it again. This time Jet let out a strained howl and nearly head-butted Zuko right out of the tree. A moment later, Jet felt the burning, stinging sensation dissipate and, confused, he opened his bleary eyes to find Zuko pressing his finger tips to the searing scar. The heat was leaving his skin, and most of the pain was going with it. He panted, the stick falling from his mouth. "What…?" He gasped, spitting out scraps of tree-bark he had unconsciously chewed from the stick. Zuko swiftly emptied what little of his water he had from his pouch onto the top he had leant Jet. Applying it carefully around the new scar, his gaze flickered from his hands to Jets eyes and back down again, trying to think of a way to explain it. "Fire can be… hard to control, and there's no un-doing the damage it's done…but," He trailed off because he didn't think this was a good enough start to his explanation.
"My Uncle didn't like causing pain. He taught me that even though there isn't fixing what has been burned, enduring the pain of it isn't necessary." Zuko never really did this often; he'd never found a need to, and he had almost forgotten how. Jet admired the way Zuko's air changed when he talked about his uncle. That man sounded like a power to be reckoned with. "I guess… I owe him some thanks for teaching you that, then…" Jet said. Zuko pressed the wet cloth to Jets new scar a few more times before removing it and having a good look. It wasn't going to be an ugly scar, but it wasn't going to be pretty, either.
Jet wearily examined it. "I dunno', does it look cool?" He asked, turning his hip so he could get a better angle on it. It was a little tight and tender, but at least the burning was gone. Zuko relaxed a little, and then realised that he was sitting on Jets crotch, and that it was quite damn comfortable. But the wound would need to breathe, and as he shuffled to retreat, Jet placed his hands on Zuko's shoulders. His palms were sweaty and tree-bark remnants crumbled from his hands, but he ran them down Zuko's shoulders and then down the length of his arm until they came to rest around his wrists.
Again, the pale teen shuddered pleasantly at the meaningful contact, because he wasn't used to it quite yet.
`If I had stayed … I would be very used to it by now…` His thoughts grumbled; disappointed in himself with how he had clearly wasted days upon days out in the wilderness by himself tracking the Avatar when he could have been with Jet, being touched. Jet squandered little time in pulling Zuko in for a kiss, but the pale teen actually resisted, pressing his hands on a broad chest. "How can you just be ready to go straight into that sort of thing, you just had a wound cauterized, take it easy," He said, bewildered and being a flustered turtle-duck as usual.
Jet released Zuko's wrists and tangled his hands through the long dark mop which draped slightly in front of Zuko's eyes. "I guess I can't touch you enough," He mumbled. Zuko's mouth went dry and he looked away, his speech muffled by Jets palm. "…Stop… when you say things like that…" He almost whispered, his throat was too dry. Jet let out a quiet laugh; he would have laughed loudly and heartily were it not for the fact that they wanted to keep their whereabouts hidden. "Look at you; taking me in bed but you can't even handle an intimate moment if it's someone doing it to you." He said.
Zuko frowned, frustrated with himself. "Well I-!" He almost shouted, but Jet plastered a hand firmly over his mouth. "Yeesh, keep it down will ya'? How about putting that mouth to good use," He hummed, pulling them together. Zuko wiped his mouth from the crumbs of dirt that still lingered on his face. "Fine, but if we fall out of this fucking tree…" He warned, a little conflicted with his temper and his hormones. Jet just found it almost adorable. Here was Zuko, squirming pleasantly on his lap, and his back was comfortable… but no, it really wasn't a smart idea to try anything more than a kiss, because it was day-light now and anything could be seen or heard.
Jet nodded. "Deal," He said with a smile, and tugged gently at Zuko's head until it came down to meet his. Their lips tingled on contact and Zuko still found that it took his breath away, even when he was prepared. The kiss itself was affectionate and rather slow; the two were tired but they weren't going to pass this moment up. Jet released an appreciative hum every now and then, softly caressing Zuko's face and tangling his fingers into the long dark mop. Zuko couldn't help the small gasps as he took small breaths between kissing, his hands still pressed to Jets chest. Zuko's eyes were heavy and he felt how sloppy he was being and broke it off; his pride not wanting to end it on a messy note.
Their breathless panting was warm between them, but their actions had grown sluggish and Zuko couldn't feel any power in his legs to move off Jets lap; because it was still so damn comfortable. Jet hugged him and the two rested their heads on each other's shoulders. Jet was facing the sun, but it pestered him, so he turned his head and nuzzled into the crook of Zuko's neck and shoulder. This sent bubbly little chills all over the pale teen's body –borderline ticklish –but he made no effort to move away.
"Hey Zuko," Jet mumbled, and it still sounded weird to both of them, the way he used the pale teens real name..
"Hn?" Zuko hummed, unable to form a response as sleep took him.
"I really want to try fucking you in a tree…" Jet said. He felt Zukos thighs tighten either side of his own, the pale teens shoulders tensing for all of a moment. When nothing was said, Jet half expected to be punched out of the tree, but he had one half lidded eye open and monitoring how Zuko's ear was turning pink.
"…Go to sleep…" Zuko grumbled.
Jet grinned. `He didn't say no,` He thought.
"And stop fucking smiling," Zuko grunted, finding the strength to shuffle into a more comfortable position.
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More is coming, don't hold your breath though or you'll die because my inner writer is a tortoise and uploading is also a tortoise but it's a zombie tortoise so it moves much, much slower.