Hey guys! So I swear I'm really trying to catch up on these. I have a schedule to publish certain things and at this point I should be publishing #12 but alas, here we are at #5. But that's what happens when life gets in the way. School's been entirely too hectic recently because all my professors decided now was a really good time for copious amounts of reading and writing to get done. Also, I just spent the entirety of my spring break working on my cosplay for Anime Boston so I didn't get to really write much then either.

Anyway, I'm super sorry I'm so off track, but I promise all 45 of these will be published at some point and I also promise that I'm trying valiantly to get back on track so hopefully I'll be updating more frequently than the original every three days, at least for a while.

That being said, here's the latest (which ended up getting a little out of hand in length, but like, whatever. It was almost way longer because I almost wrote out all of the wondrous smutty details but I decided against it in the end).

Enjoy!

Oh wait! Before I go on, I'd like to give a special thanks to Felina5 and OtulissaOwl for reviewing! I really appreciate the kind words and support! Thanks so much for reading!

Now... Enjoy!

Chapter Rating: M
Chapter Warning: For sexual content and a plethora of f-bombs
World: AU in which Jet lives and joins the Gaang. Established relationship, takes place on Ember Island
Word Count: 1829

Five: A Day at the Beach

Honestly, it was the giggling. It was ridiculous and too much and it made Zuko want to take boar-q-pine spikes and shove them into his ears. That and the stupid fucking grin across Jet's face. It made Zuko want to punch him in the face until he was bloodied and his teeth came out of his fat, stupid head. He wouldn't be smiling then.

But honestly it was the giggling.

There'd be times in his life when he wanted to wrap his hands around Katara's delicate, slender throat and just squeeze until there was no point in squeezing anymore, but those thoughts hadn't crossed his mind since he joined the Gaang. Now she was his ally, he fought beside her, protected her even.

But if she giggled one more time, he'd light her fucking hair on fire.

Zuko refused to admit that what he was feeling was jealousy, but as he watched Jet and Katara splash around in the waves of the ocean, there was an undeniable knot in the pit of his stomach, twisting and making a home there until he was practically steaming from where he sat on the beach.

Almost as if he could sense Zuko's sour mood, Jet turned and waved to him, beckoning him over. "Zuko! Come on in here! We don't get vacation days often enough. You should enjoy it instead of sitting up there by yourself turning into a piece of beach fungus," he called, placing one perfectly tanned hand on a smooth, bare hip.

The movement caught Zuko's eye in such a way that he couldn't even formulate a response. Jet's pants always hung low on his hips, but here, without a shirt to cover his torso, the way his body tapered from broad shoulders to a trim waist was so obviously and so thoroughly appealing that Zuko couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Unfortunately, most of Jet's attention had been on Katara for the day.

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid, being upset over something like this, because it wasn't Katara whom Jet shared a bed with, it wasn't Katara whom Jet whispered to late at night, it wasn't Katara's body that Jet worshipped with his lips and tongue, gentle in ways that he wasn't elsewhere, it wasn't Katara who Jet fucked roughly into the thin softness of their shared mattress.

And that was a terrible line of thought to go strolling down in broad daylight with everyone else around. Zuko felt his cock twitch as he pictured Jet's rough hand on the back of his neck, pushing his face into the crumpled sheets beneath him, the calloused fingers of Jet's other hand stuffed into Zuko's mouth, saliva dripping over them and out the corners of his lips, moaning around them without shame, his hips raised off the mattress, pushing back onto Jet's thick cock as it spread him open…

Stopping. Definitely stopping that image before he could really pop a boner. Zuko was thankful that he was already seated with his knees pulled up to his chest, effectively hiding his crotch and his face as he buried it in his arms, which rested, folded atop his knees.

It was in this moment, probably eons later, that Zuko realized Jet and Katara were still staring at him, waiting for him to say something in response. In fact, they probably expected some snarky comment or something. Unfortunately, Zuko had entirely forgotten what Jet had even said so anything quick-witted or sarcastic was entirely out of the question.

Instead he just went with, "It's hot."

Katara's face was instantly confused and Jet barked a laugh as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it's hot. And that's why you should get your hot ass in the water," he said, shifting his weight to the other foot.

"I don't like the water. I'm a firebender," he retorted, sounding a bit too grouchy for the light conversation, but that was due to how embarrassed he felt about his previous thoughts and his utter failure at making normal conversation.

Now it was Katara who was rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Jet chuckled again and held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, whatever," he said before quickly turning back and splashing Katara directly in the face with salt water, effectively resuming their war.

And what did she do? Yeah. She fucking giggled.

Zuko went back to fuming silently, staring at the two of them, only occasionally distracted by Sokka, Suki, Aang and Toph, who were slightly further down the beach, trying to see who could build a better sandcastle, the two benders obviously cheating which caused Sokka's obnoxious voice to cut through the air like a knife.

Eventually Zuko couldn't stand watching Katara's stupid fucking waterbending and even less could he stand watching Jet fucking marvel at it like a child. If they wanted to splash around all day, fine. But he didn't have to watch it any longer.

So at some point, he wandered off, not even drawing the attention of anyone else. He ended up in the arena set in the back of his old house, practicing his firebending forms with a tenacity and aggression that he hoped would expel some of his tension.

It didn't, of course. Some hour or so later he was panting and sweating and just as frustrated as ever because he could still hear Katara's stupid fucking giggling in his ears and all he could picture was Jet's dumb, smug face. Well, not all he could picture. He also pictured that dumb, smug face looking down at him as he was fucked into the stone of the arena beneath him, but that was entirely beside the point.

Well, actually it more or less wasthe point. Zuko was frustrated with himself how quickly his jealousy had gone from simmering annoyance to sexual tension. It was super fucking lame, actually and he hated himself a little bit for it.

"Hey there, pretty boy."

Zuko turned on Jet in what he hoped appeared as annoyance and not startlement. Of course, he didn't fool Jet and the freedom fighter was already chucking by the time Zuko laid his eyes on him, leaning casually against the archway at the bottom of the stairs that came from the house.

"You are really uptight today, you know that? It's our one day off from all this shit and what do you do? You end up here just as always, working your ass off," Jet said, pushing away from the archway to saunter over to the middle of the arena where Zuko was standing, finally having caught his breath.

Jet, still bare-chested and damp all over from the ocean, crossed his arms as he stood before Zuko. "So. Tell me what's eating you."

Zuko glared fiercely at him. Like hell he was going to admit that he'd spent all day fantasizing about Jet's dick in his ass because he was jealous of some girl. No thanks. "Nothing," he grumbled.

Jet rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, please. You're not fooling anyone, especially not me. You're like an open freaking book. A book that's had a stick up his asshole all day," Jet countered.

Zuko's frown deepened at that and he tried to glare more harshly at Jet. "I am not. I just...don't like the beach," he said, trailing off a bit and looking to the side.

"Hah! I knewit!" Jet exclaimed, clapping his hands once and then pointing a finger in Zuko's face. "I couldn't believe it at first because it's so stupidbut you were actually jealous! Of Katara, of all people!" Jet cackled after that, leaning back as his laughter shook his entire body.

"I was not!" Zuko argued, clenching his fists as he felt a blush rush to his face.

"Oh you so were!" Jet argued back, jabbing him in the chest with his finger. "Come on, just admit it and I'll fuck you like you've been pining for all day," Jet taunted, crossing his arms again and raising an eyebrow.

Zuko opened his mouth to respond before Jet had finished but the words were stunned out of him and instead he gaped like a fish. "I-I h-have notbeen-"

"Just admit it, pretty boy, and I promise it'll be worth your while." With this, Jet stepped into Zuko's personal space, his breath hot and close to his ear. Zuko almost reached up to shove him away, did in fact reach up, but Jet expected it and caught his wrists, using them to pull Zuko flush against his body.

Zuko thrashed but Jet held tight. "Let go of me," Zuko demanded, growling his words out, channeling all of his arousal into anger instead.

But then Jet was nuzzling his neck, dancing his lips along the pale column of his throat. "Come on, baby. Don't be like that. Look, I'm sorry I made you jealous, but you have to know that I would never dream about her, not about anyone but you."

Zuko shivered as Jet's words tickled against his neck, already feeling so tightly wound that he thought he'd burst the second Jet shoved his hand in his pants. This fact was nearly proven when Jet's teeth pricked at the tender skin of Zuko's neck and a soft, delicate moan past through Zuko's lips. His eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as he felt Jet's breath against him, chuckling through his nose. "Mm...you want it bad, don't you?"

"N-No…" Zuko said, though his voice was mostly air at this point as he tried twisting his hands out of Jet's tight grip again. Jet held tight though, obviously unsure about Zuko's intentions once he freed his hands. Much to Zuko's relief and dismay, Jet pulled away then, simply taking him by the hand and dragging him off, headed back toward the beach. "What are you doing?" Zuko managed, though he felt all out of sorts, what with his uneven breath and his throbbing cock straining against his pants.

Jet didn't answer, just quickened his pace until they were rolling around in the sand, Jet effectively pinning Zuko beneath him and stripping away his clothes.

It didn't take long after that. Jet still made him say it - "I thought about your cock all day...filling me up, making me moan… Ah! Jet...please!" - but Zuko didn't even care at that point. It was such a sweet relief to finally have Jet thrusting into him, to be able to grip his shoulders tightly, to reaffirm that Jet was hisand there was no reason to be jealous about Katara, or anyone for that matter, because he was Jet's too.

The next day, Zuko sat on the beach again until Aang came looking for him to practice his firebending. "Why are you sitting on the beach if you hate it so much?" he asked innocently.

Zuko had to force away the urge to grin as he shrugged. "I don't mind it so much anymore."