Just read the damn drabble... I'm in a too bad mood to even care...

Wish I could

'Feeling better today?'

'No, not really no.' Zuko replied to Jet, who was uncomfortable close to him. He hated the way his breath tickled his nose, the way his hair lightly touched his scar, the way any possible form of imagination made him cheer, yet cry on the inside.

'How about we try something new today?' Jet asked, slipping closer and pulling Zuko to him. Zuko himself though didn't like the sound of that, he tried to squirm himself a way back to freedom, away from his strangely comfortable arms. 'I don't want to. I'm not ready for anything new.'

Jet pulled him to his lap and caused him to whimper. 'Yes you are, I'm sure you are.'

'I'm not!' Zuko yelped again, trying to get off him. 'The hug wasn't even easy for me, so I definately can't...'

'Kiss me?' Jet replied, interrupting him. Zuko nodded and closed his eyes as good as he could. 'Yeah, that.' he said quietly. 'I can't do it.'

'Then, let me take the first step. I have no problems with touching you, in fact, I hunker for a kiss. If not more.'

The thought of more made Zuko yelp again. He tried to push him away again, but Jet wouldn't let him. He grasped for Zuko's wrist and stopped him, pulling him back to him and crushing his lips to his. Zuko squealed, which sounded very strange to him, and did his very best to get away from him. But Jet was a tough one. He held him tight and put his hand to the back of his head, pressing his lips harder to his and moaning just a bit. Part of Zuko's mind found this very comfortable, but that feeling had to make room for fear right away. Fuck! Two boys, kissing, here, on the street, right in front of everyone's eyes!

'Stop!' he yelped, opening his mouth just a bit. That gave Jet the chance to have a quick taste of his tongue. And that, that made Zuko moan as well. Man, that felt good! He grasped on to Jet's face and forced his tongue in, feeling how it bumped up to his. Everytime they touched he tasted the sweetest taste he had ever had. So Zuko kept pressing his tongue in, deeper and deeper, their tongues bumping up to each other, yet sometimes missing. They didn't realize they were both moaning aloud.

It was just child's work, pushing and pushing, with not much variation. After all they were new when it came to this. How selfsure Jet may have seemed, this was just as new to him as it was to Zuko. They tried something new, but as they noticed they were running very short on breath, they both pulled back and panted. Saliva covered their mouths, but they couldn't care less. It felt great.

'Love me.' Jet panted.

'I wish I could.'

Hmm, yeah, I sorta feel better now. Sorta.

Plus, just for safety, I'm not emo, I'm just confused.

Anyways, a review would always be nice.