"So this is where you've been."
The voice roused them both, Zuko sitting up dazedly. Katara rolled onto her back, her breasts exposed, hard nipples pointing up. She reminded Zuko of a large cat wanting her belly rubbed. She even purred as she stretched, her hand brushing against Zuko's face.
Jet looked down at them, his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. "I was worried, Katara."
"Worried I ran off?" She stood, gathering her clothes into her arms.
"Yeah. Or got taken." He said. "There's food ready back at my place."
She heard the hint in his voice and frowned. "Are you not coming?"
"I'll be there in a bit." He leaned down to kiss her, biting her lip. "There's a washroom over there. See you soon." He whacked her on the ass as she left, making her squeak. She looked over her shoulder to where Zuko was still sitting on the mattress. He gave her a small nod and she left, shutting the door behind her, leaving the two boys alone.
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Jet turned from the door to crouch beside the naked Zuko, "How was she?" He smiled crookedly.
Zuko leaned back from him on his elbows, his legs stretching out towards Jet. He wasn't sure how to act around this man who had…been inside him. Had touched him in ways no one else had touched him. "She's amazing."
"Yeah." Jet moved to sit down in front of him, between his knees, forcing Zuko to spread his legs farther. "She's tight. And wet. Virgins always are."
Zuko shifted. He didn't like the way Jet talked about her, like she was just any girl he had taken to bed and deflowered, but the memory of Jet thrusting inside her at the same time he himself did was making him hard again.
"You ever been a girl's first?" Jet asked him, letting his hand rest on Zuko's ankle. Zuko shook his head, scooting back further until his back hit the wall. "It's the best, Lee." He ran his hand up and down Zuko's leg through the blanket. "But nowhere near as good as being your first."
Zuko twitched away from him violently. "I remember what you did."
"Did you remember that you liked it?" Jet smirked at him, recapturing his ankle and stroking along his calf. "You jizzed all over her." Zuko glared at him but didn't respond. Jet grinned as a pink tinge spread across the other man's cheeks. "She liked it too."
"What?" Zuko's head came up.
"She got off on it." Jet shrugged, moving forward, spreading Zuko's knees more. "She helped me to relax you."
Zuko looked down. She had enjoyed watching him be touched? By Jet? "Why?" He asked.
"Why what?"
"Why does she like when you do that to me?" He sounded pathetic, even to himself. Jet's hand had traveled up to his thigh, brushing the edge of the blanket that lay across his hip.
"I don't know." Jet shrugged, shifting onto his knees. "Maybe you being happy makes her happy." He caressed Zuko's hip. "It makes me happy."
"Yeah?" Zuko's breath was shaky.
"Yeah." Jet moved quickly, snapping the blanket off of Zuko, exposing his body to Jet. His eyes travelled down the pale skin of the other man, lingering on his hard abs, the bruises on his neck, his rising erection. "I love seeing you happy like that."
Zuko felt trapped, helpless. Jet had the advantage; Zuko was on his back, pressed up against the wall, completely unclothed.
Jet leaned over him, his hand gripping Zuko's hip. His other hand skated over Zuko's stomach, trailing past his cock but not touching. "You want me?"
"No." Zuko growled, trying to struggle away from him. "I want her."
"I want her too." Jet murmured. "And I know you're not good at sharing." He leaned down to whisper in Zuko's ear. "So I'll make you a deal." He gripped Zuko's cock in his fist, making the other boy gasp and jerk. "Let me have you, and you can have her." Zuko met his eyes, questioning. "It's not like you don't like it." Jet said, dipping his head to bite Zuko's neck as he pumped his cock. Zuko moaned then grit his teeth, frustrated that the noise had slipped out of him. "See?" Jet smirked. "Just think…that wet slit all to yourself for as long as you want it."
Her slit wasn't what Zuko first thought about when he thought of her. He thought of her blue eyes, the fire in them, her lips, her neck. The way she talked. The way she kissed him. The way her body felt against his. The way she smelled after he fucked her.
"So you won't touch her again…if I sleep with you right now." Zuko said, trying not to pant as Jet slid his hand up and down his length. He was getting harder with every stroke.
"Not just now." Jet grabbed Zuko and pulled him back from the wall so he lay flat on his back beneath him. "Whenever I want." He stretched out so he was blanketed over Zuko, his hand still grasping his length. "I want you, Lee."
"I don't know if I want you." Zuko murmured, looking up at Jet. He felt the smallest twinge of fear as Jet leered down at him, his nose brushing against his own.
"That's easy." Jet whispered, running a single finger along the underside of Zuko's shaft, making the other man pant. "You do."
He leaned down to capture Zuko's lips, thrusting his tongue between his teeth and prying his mouth open. Zuko squirmed and Jet released his cock to hold his wrists down as his knees pinned Zuko's legs to the floor, effectively immobilizing him. Zuko bucked, his length brushing against Jet's pants as the other boy plundered his mouth, their tongues fighting in a show dominance, but they both knew who was in charge.
Jet pulled back, catching Zuko's lower lip between his teeth and tugging it. "Tell me you want me."
"No." Zuko growled, snapping his teeth at Jet.
Jet smirked, and lowered his head to suck on Zuko's neck, making the other boy cry out as Jet bruised his skin in a heady mix of pain and pleasure. Jet pulled back, satisfied with his mark. He had claimed Lee, marking him as his own. The bruise Katara had left was small compared to his. "Tell me, or I'll get you so close and then stop."
"You told her that." Zuko said, glaring at him.
"It's a good threat." Jet murmured, thrusting his own hips to meet Zuko's, brushing his clothed cock against Zuko's naked length. The boy under him squirmed and panted, wanting more but refusing to say so. "C'mon, Lee. Three little words."
"No." Zuko said, straining to free his hands.
Jet sighed. "You're being difficult on purpose."
"My Uncle used to say I was difficult by nature." Zuko snarled.
"Mushi's always right." Jet agreed. This wasn't working. Last time Lee had been willing because he was drunk. He was hard, and Jet knew he wanted it. He just had to prove it to him. He looked around him, his eyes falling on Lee's sash. He snaked a hand out to grab it and swiftly secured it around Lee's wrists, tying it to the doorstop so Lee couldn't move his hands farther than an inch. Lee's eyes widened and he struggled harder. "Ah ah." Jet admonished him, slapping him lightly across the face. Lee looked outraged, his face turning red as he grit his teeth. "Keep still." He slid down Lee's body, holding his twitching knees far apart.
Zuko groaned as Jet's tongue flicked out and ran up the underside of his cock. "Ahh." He gasped. Jet's tongue was warm and wet, drawing his length into his mouth. Jet sucked and hummed as his head bobbed up and down, his tongue playing over the cluster of nerves under the head. Zuko stopped struggling as Jet probed the sensitive area, his hips wanting to buck. His hand released Zuko's hip to fondle his balls, running his fingers up, over, between the soft flesh as Zuko flexed and gripped with his hands.
Jet's tongue didn't stop moving as he brought his other hand down, leaving Zuko's hips free, and unbuttoned his pants, drawing out his own aching length. A bead of precum dangled from the tip and he smeared it with his thumb, knowing it wouldn't be enough to fully lubricate Lee, but it was a start. He rubbing his hand along himself, lost in the taste of Lee and the feeling of the boy's balls resting in his hand.
Zuko moaned and whimpered under Jet's touch, trying his best not to jerk his hips. He wanted Jet to stop; he didn't want him to stop. He wanted him to touch him more, touch him harder, touch him deeper. More. Warmth was spreading through his thighs, working its way up to his groin, threatening to explode.
Jet sensed that Lee was getting closer from his actions and pulled back, released Lee's cock with a wet pop. Zuko gazed down at him, his lips parted as he watched Jet shed his pants. Jet's own length was impressive, sending a strike of fear and want through his belly. Jet leaned over him to untie his hands, his cock brushing against Zuko's belly. When Zuko was free Jet leaned back, his hands going to clutch Zuko's hips, his length nudging against his opening.
"I…" Zuko gasped, laying his hands on Jet's shoulders to pause him. Jet looked down at him in frustration; he wanted to be inside him. Now. "I'm…scared."
Jet breathed out through his nose and leaned forward, capturing Zuko's mouth with his own as he began to push in, feeling the tight resistance fade away slowly as he deepened the kiss. Zuko panted against Jet's mouth, his eyes shut tight as Jet moved further inside him, his hand slowly stroking Zuko's own cock as he moved.
Jet shifted his head to suckle on Zuko's jaw as he pumped into Zuko, enjoying the exquisite feeling of him tightening around his length, caressing him firmly as he moved in and out. Lee's skin was hot against his lips as he nipped and sucked and licked, encouraging the other man to relax, to give in. Zuko's fingers were painfully digging into his shoulders as he thrust minutely against him, making Jet smile.
Zuko could feel himself coming, the creeping heat spreading suddenly from his thighs up through his cock, about to erupt.
"Jet." He gasped, releasing Jet's shoulder to catch a handful of Jet's hair and wrenched his head to the side, capturing his mouth. Jet grinned against his lips, knowing he had won as Zuko submissively invited his tongue into his mouth. Jet took full advantage and pressed forward, going harder into him as he explored Lee's mouth.
Zuko gasped around Jet as he came, his back arching as he shot his seed onto his own belly. Jet came three thrusts later, pulling out to send his own cum to Zuko's chest, several droplets landing across Zuko's throat. He pulled back from the other boy, his hand cupped around Lee's ear. Zuko's hand was similarly resting on his hair, his face a mix of euphoria and ashamed confusion, like he didn't know how he felt or how he should feel. Jet nipped him lightly on his neck and rolled off of him, falling to his side. He grasped Zuko by his hip and rolled him so they were face to face, their spent cocks brushing against each other.
He stretched an arm under Zuko's head and curled around him, his other arm clutching him closer, holding Zuko's naked body against his own with one hand in his hair. He loved the feel of Lee's hair, soft and light like feathers compared to his own dry tumbleweed. He relished the feel of Lee's body, still shuddering from his release, and the way he gave no resistance as Jet held him close. He ran his hand down Lee's back, feeling the taut muscles relax into his touch, the spine arching against him, the soft curve of his backside. He grabbed and lifted one soft cheek, feeling Lee arch further into him at the touch, the other boy's cock half hard already. Jet thrust against him lightly, brushing his length up against Lee's. The other boy shuddered and thrust back, the undersides of their cocks rubbing together were driving him crazy. Jet was impressed: not even he could get it back up that quickly, and he had a strong drive. Lee must be an animal. He wanted to know how that felt inside him.
"You want to go again?" Jet murmured, kneading Zuko's backside, rubbing and squeezing it as he rocked against him.
"I don't know." Zuko whispered, his voice shaking. His cock was fully upright already, hard against Jet's soft. "I…"
"You liked it." Jet said, burying his face in Zuko's hair, inhaling the scents of sweat, copper, and jasmine tea. A little bit of Katara lingered, enticing him. "I want you too."
"Why?" Zuko asked, raising his eyes to Jet's. "I'm a man. Why do you want me?"
Jet shrugged. "I just do. Since I first saw you."
"You've wanted me like this?" Zuko asked, his voice hoarse. "For that long?"
"Mhm." Jet murmured, stroking along Zuko opening, feeling him shy away.
Zuko ground his cock against Jet's, his tip dripping with precum.
"You want me?" Jet growled, grinding back, his cock rising.
"Yes." Zuko said, sounding resigned, defeated, horny.
Jet rolled so he was on top of him. "Really?"
"Yes." Zuko hissed, dragging Jet's head down for a scorching kiss.
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When it was over, Zuko lay on his back as Jet rested his head on his chest, lapping at his nipple, his breath coming in gasps and shudders. Jet had cum on his face and he felt dirty. Sticky. But he didn't feel used. And he liked that. He wrapped an arm around Jet, holding him like he had Katara.
Jet stilled beside him, running his hand down Zuko's chest to his belly to rest on his hip. His cock lay soft, finally. Jet had almost cum before him when Zuko had rested soft kisses along his jugular, his hands gripping Jet's hips to pull him inside.
Despite his enormous potential for violence, Jet knew Zuko was a gentle person at heart. He could kill, steal, fight, and fuck, but he had seen how tender he was with Katara. How gentle he was under him and how gently he kissed. He wasn't the same as Jet, he wasn't savage or wild. Dangerous yes, but a controlled dangerous, like a striking snake compared to Jet's wildfire.
"Hey." He nudged Zuko. "You staying here?" It was past midnight.
"Hm." Zuko grunted, stretching. "Where's Katara?"
"At my place." Jet murmured, sucking on his nipple. Zuko twitched.
"I'll come with you." He rose, heading for the washroom, wrapping a spare towel around his waist.
Jet slowly dressed himself, waiting until Zuko came back with damp hair and new clothes.
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Katara was sleeping in the middle of Jet's bed when they came in, dressed only in one of Jet's short tunics. She stirred briefly as twin weights settled beside her, arms wrapping around her. Jet nestled against her back while Zuko pressed against her front, his hand cradling her face. Jet watched with half-closed eyes, enjoying the look of peace on Zuko's face as the other man pressed a kiss to Katara's forehead and burrowed down so her head was under his, claiming her for his own. Jet didn't mind. He had what he wanted. Giving up Katara was an easy trade. Maybe Zuko would even let him play with her once in a while. He rested his hand along her backside where Zuko couldn't see. She arched into his hand in her sleep, her breasts pressing against Zuko's chest as her rear pressed against him. Jet smiled. He'd have them both again.
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A.N.: There are some really not Jetko pics out there lol Just sayin… ;) Hope you all are still with me! Not a lot of dialogue this one. Comments/questions welcome
To missmusician14: Yay! ^_^ Thank you! I'm so happy you like it!
To kateflowrchild13: Thank you! :D I plan to lol
To Guest: Yup, very much distracted lol
To Guest: Zutara's my favorite too In case you couldn't tell lol I have an ending in mind, I think you'll like it!
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