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keelywolfeInterlude, Jet
By Keelywolfe
Jet/ Zuko (Li)
NC-17
Eighteenth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Couldn't Drag Me Away
For the Love of Cheese
Interlude, Toph
As Easy As Breathing
Interlude, Iroh
Stealing Darkness
All That We See Or Seem
Go Your Own Way
Summary: Taking a step backwards in time, this is set during 'The Serpent's Pass' on the ferry to Ba Sing Se. Well, Zuko did say he'd been with someone else in the past...
Notes: I'm blaming this on the cold medicine.One moment I was just happily writing away on the last segment to this story and my brain went, hey, you know what this series needs? Some hot Jet action, that's what it needs! I was in no condition to question it, I'm afraid, so here it is, the segment that wasn't supposed to exist but somehow does. Sorry 'bout that. You know, when I named this the Taking Turns series, I never actually meant it to be literal in that everyone gets a ride...oh, well!
~~*~~
If someone had asked, Jet wouldn't have been able to put his interest in them into words. It would have been easy to blame it on the similarity in their ages, in Li's outspoken disgust of the food rations. Plenty of blame to shed in plenty of directions but out of all the people on the boat, and there was no shortage of them, there was something about those two, something that Jet couldn't quite place. It pulled at his interest, pulled him out onto the deck to watch the two of them time and again. Where everyone else on this ship was drenched in plain grey sorrow, that guy and his uncle stood out somehow.
All of them were refugees in some way or another, all of them displaced and disowned and trying to get to somewhere that wasn't necessarily better so much as it was just someplace else, someplace new where they could try to set roots before another transplant was forced upon them. Ba Sing Se might be rumored to have good food and warm beds and Jet would hope it was true but he was a realist and he'd only believe it when he was between those sheets.
The fog that had hung in the air during the day was fading with nightfall, leaving the main deck overflowing with moonlight. Jet chewed absently on the end of his wheat stalk, the sweet freshness of it long since gone, worried it with the tip of his tongue as he watched Li and his uncle leaning together, drowsing beneath a couple of thin blankets.
They were refugees, yeah, but not all refugees were created equal. He couldn't see either of these men working the fields, pushing plows or working the soil loose with a hoe. Their hands were too white, too clean with no lines of grime that couldn't be washed away ground into them from years of hard work. Even though their clothing was tattered and rough, everything about them seemed just slightly cleaner than most people Jet had met.
Disenfranchised nobility, perhaps, or even deserters from the military but no, Li was better with those swords than most soldiers, fledgling warriors who'd once been farmers and spent a few clumsy months training before they were expected to defend their country.
Besides, the old man might be able to take an order or two, but he couldn't imagine Li obeying anyone under any terms but his own.
No, the real answer lay in how he carried himself. Yeah, he moved with the fluidity of a practiced swordsman, but also like someone who would easily be able to dance if ever there were ever a pressing need for it, like he'd once been able to throw away better food than any they could steal from the ship's galley, who moved through the rabble on the ship with a sort of lovely casualness that was untouchable to the filth and squalor.
It was probably why Jet wanted to fuck him so much.
With the creeping hunger in his belly satisfied, it was that desire that kept him awake tonight, had him stepping forward on silent feet to crouch next to Li.
That his eyes opened before Jet had even spoken was no surprise, no alarm in the single golden eye that Jet could see, but there was a growing tension in his body, ready to move, to fight if it was needed. Nobility, maybe, but warrior certainly and that was just fine. Jet jerked his head lightly, indicating Li should follow him and then walked away without seeing if he would. Jet knew better, knew that Li would be right on his heels. Not out of any obedience but more like a wary curiosity. Maybe he wanted to know what Jet could want to talk to him about without the others around or maybe he'd just been bored, eager for some tiny slice of something to do on this unbearably dull journey.
Didn't really matter. Jet hadn't said a word, had walked them down close to the bow of the ship where it was too cool for the sleepers to curl up, waited for Li to catch up to him before he grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him into the deeper shadows and swallowed his startled protests in his own mouth.
They'd faded quickly enough when Jet had wiggled a rough hand into the front of his pants, wrapping his hand around the waking heat of Li's erection. Li bent beneath him like a reed beneath the wind, carrying them both down to the rough boards as Jet followed him and Jet was willing to bet what little money he had that both the bending and touch was something Li had never done before. He would have bet, and lost, that Li wouldn't have let it go this far, not the first time, so it was just as well he made his gambles with something other than money.
All in all, it was pretty easy, almost surprisingly so and if Li bit him, well, Jet could bite back, just a little, stroking hard and rough when Li's legs finally parted, when he finally tipped his head back and Jet could watch his face greedily, watch that faint virgin protest fading. The cool, polished expression cracking and splintered as even the scar marring it hadn't been able to manage.
But Jet could, and did, running his thumb briefly over the slick head just to hear Li choke, eyes flickering briefly as he bit his lip and his expression crumpled into the same one that every man's did, no nobility here only shut-tight eyes and barely stifled moans.
He tightened his grip, moved his hand in a hard rhythm that pulled tiny, thick sounds from Li's throat. His own hands were rigid on Jet's shoulders, the two sharp points of his thumbs digging into his skin like he couldn't decide whether he should pull Jet in or shove him away, so he did neither. Li just sprawled under him, legs spreading wider as he started pushing into Jet's grip, sudden urgency in his movements. Hot wetness streaked Jet's hand, easing his quick, tight strokes and Li convulsed against him, coiled up and rigid.
Yeah, that was what he wanted to see. Li's hair was bristled with sweat, the dark cap of it damp when Jet ran his free hand behind his head, cupping the warm curve of it, fingers lingering on the bump at the base like he could read fortunes from it. He wanted to see Li's mouth open and slack, panting hotly as he slumped against the rough boards, wanted to see that sleek nobility dissolve under his hands. Li was strong enough and pretty enough but Jet wanted him a little dirtier, a little more normal. Welcome to the real world, his hands were saying, welcome to what's been done to us all.
When Li's eyes finally flickered open, blinking against the incomplete light of the hanging moon, Jet grinned at him, deliberately raising his hand to his mouth and licking through the wetness in his palm. Watched as Li's expression twisted between disgust and arousal but he didn't pull away when Jet ran a thumb over his lower lip and inside, letting him taste himself. He sucked instead, uncertainly, and oh, yeah, there was potential there, and it was pretty easy, really, to persuade him a little more, to coax him with hot kisses that promised dark, dirty things, to unbuckle his own pants and tug them down around his thighs, shifting up on his knees so that everything was right within reach.
Do you wanna? Jet didn't have to ask because Li did, parted those rosy, plush lips and let Jet slide inside, inch after slow inch. No farmer's son, this guy, no reluctant army brat, and Jet could feel his determination, the flex of his throat as he took the hot length even deeper and Jet made a tiny, helpless noise, his hands resting on the wall for balance as he rocked his hips, thrusting lightly into the slick, wonderful heat of Li's mouth.
He looked down, barely able to see himself sliding in and out between those reddened lips and that sight was almost enough to make him come right there. One of Li's strong hands with its too-neat nails was wrapped around the base of his cock, holding him steady as he followed the rhythm of Jet's shifting hips. Jet could feel the roughness of his tongue curved underneath the shaft, the light tickle as Li licked at the tip on the downstroke.
Too good, he was too fucking quick a learner, and it made Jet want to snarl, you were a virgin, I know you were, you bastard, but it was enough to push in a little deeper, to feel Li choke a little, his breath where his nose pressed lightly into Jet's belly was faintly panicked, stirring in the soft hairs there.
Jet closed his eyes, couldn't look one second longer at the startled eyes that flicked up to his own, at the hazed bewilderment in them. There was no protest, though, no pulling away, and the darkness around them seemed to shroud them, bare concealment from the murmurs of sleeping people spread around the topside, people who preferred the fresh air to the stifling ship's hold.
He came with a faint gasp, his hand tight and rude on the back of Li's head, holding him there for it and he felt the other boy choke just a little at the sudden shock of it against the back of his throat, held on until Li swallowed, the ripple of it like a tiny orgasm all on its own.
The ache in his knees from the hard boards beneath them was one that Jet would feel later, bone-deep and bruising but for now he only slid down, pressed his forehead to Li's as they both panted, pulling the cool night air into their lungs as they both tried to catch their breath. It was too dark to see clearly, even with the fullness of the moon hovering over the horizon but Jet could still see the swollenness of Li's mouth, the ruddy flush on his good cheek. He could smell himself on the other boy, musky and strong, smell Li's own sweat, his own come still drying on his belly and when he pressed his mouth to Li's, licked into that abused heat, he could taste the faint salt-bitterness inside.
Yeah, this was how Jet wanted him, to take the shine off this particular apple and bring him down to where they were. Wake him up to the reality of the situation. Maybe a soldier, maybe nobility but whatever, it didn't mean a fucking thing now. Now he was an outcast, like the rest of them. Welcome to the real world, pretty boy, Jet told him silently, and maybe, maybe, later he could welcome him into the freedom fighters because you had to be on the lowest rung before you realized it was time to fight your way up.
For right now, Jet only settled himself into Li's lap and kissed him harder, running his tongue over the even line of teeth and deeper inside where it was still bitter, dark. The first time was easy, yeah, the first time was always easy but the second time, well...for that Jet had something else in mind. If Li needed a lesson in reality, Jet was willing to be a teacher, to help him learn the true ache of freedom, and, really, outcasts should stick together.
It was better than being alone.
-finis-
By Keelywolfe
Jet/ Zuko (Li)
NC-17
Eighteenth in a series:
No Turning Back
Division of Time
Conflicted
Manly Pursuits
Interlude: Aang
Say Anything
Interlude, Suki
Random Curiosity
Envy Was A Fever
Couldn't Drag Me Away
For the Love of Cheese
Interlude, Toph
As Easy As Breathing
Interlude, Iroh
Stealing Darkness
All That We See Or Seem
Go Your Own Way
Summary: Taking a step backwards in time, this is set during 'The Serpent's Pass' on the ferry to Ba Sing Se. Well, Zuko did say he'd been with someone else in the past...
Notes: I'm blaming this on the cold medicine.One moment I was just happily writing away on the last segment to this story and my brain went, hey, you know what this series needs? Some hot Jet action, that's what it needs! I was in no condition to question it, I'm afraid, so here it is, the segment that wasn't supposed to exist but somehow does. Sorry 'bout that. You know, when I named this the Taking Turns series, I never actually meant it to be literal in that everyone gets a ride...oh, well!
~~*~~
If someone had asked, Jet wouldn't have been able to put his interest in them into words. It would have been easy to blame it on the similarity in their ages, in Li's outspoken disgust of the food rations. Plenty of blame to shed in plenty of directions but out of all the people on the boat, and there was no shortage of them, there was something about those two, something that Jet couldn't quite place. It pulled at his interest, pulled him out onto the deck to watch the two of them time and again. Where everyone else on this ship was drenched in plain grey sorrow, that guy and his uncle stood out somehow.
All of them were refugees in some way or another, all of them displaced and disowned and trying to get to somewhere that wasn't necessarily better so much as it was just someplace else, someplace new where they could try to set roots before another transplant was forced upon them. Ba Sing Se might be rumored to have good food and warm beds and Jet would hope it was true but he was a realist and he'd only believe it when he was between those sheets.
The fog that had hung in the air during the day was fading with nightfall, leaving the main deck overflowing with moonlight. Jet chewed absently on the end of his wheat stalk, the sweet freshness of it long since gone, worried it with the tip of his tongue as he watched Li and his uncle leaning together, drowsing beneath a couple of thin blankets.
They were refugees, yeah, but not all refugees were created equal. He couldn't see either of these men working the fields, pushing plows or working the soil loose with a hoe. Their hands were too white, too clean with no lines of grime that couldn't be washed away ground into them from years of hard work. Even though their clothing was tattered and rough, everything about them seemed just slightly cleaner than most people Jet had met.
Disenfranchised nobility, perhaps, or even deserters from the military but no, Li was better with those swords than most soldiers, fledgling warriors who'd once been farmers and spent a few clumsy months training before they were expected to defend their country.
Besides, the old man might be able to take an order or two, but he couldn't imagine Li obeying anyone under any terms but his own.
No, the real answer lay in how he carried himself. Yeah, he moved with the fluidity of a practiced swordsman, but also like someone who would easily be able to dance if ever there were ever a pressing need for it, like he'd once been able to throw away better food than any they could steal from the ship's galley, who moved through the rabble on the ship with a sort of lovely casualness that was untouchable to the filth and squalor.
It was probably why Jet wanted to fuck him so much.
With the creeping hunger in his belly satisfied, it was that desire that kept him awake tonight, had him stepping forward on silent feet to crouch next to Li.
That his eyes opened before Jet had even spoken was no surprise, no alarm in the single golden eye that Jet could see, but there was a growing tension in his body, ready to move, to fight if it was needed. Nobility, maybe, but warrior certainly and that was just fine. Jet jerked his head lightly, indicating Li should follow him and then walked away without seeing if he would. Jet knew better, knew that Li would be right on his heels. Not out of any obedience but more like a wary curiosity. Maybe he wanted to know what Jet could want to talk to him about without the others around or maybe he'd just been bored, eager for some tiny slice of something to do on this unbearably dull journey.
Didn't really matter. Jet hadn't said a word, had walked them down close to the bow of the ship where it was too cool for the sleepers to curl up, waited for Li to catch up to him before he grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him into the deeper shadows and swallowed his startled protests in his own mouth.
They'd faded quickly enough when Jet had wiggled a rough hand into the front of his pants, wrapping his hand around the waking heat of Li's erection. Li bent beneath him like a reed beneath the wind, carrying them both down to the rough boards as Jet followed him and Jet was willing to bet what little money he had that both the bending and touch was something Li had never done before. He would have bet, and lost, that Li wouldn't have let it go this far, not the first time, so it was just as well he made his gambles with something other than money.
All in all, it was pretty easy, almost surprisingly so and if Li bit him, well, Jet could bite back, just a little, stroking hard and rough when Li's legs finally parted, when he finally tipped his head back and Jet could watch his face greedily, watch that faint virgin protest fading. The cool, polished expression cracking and splintered as even the scar marring it hadn't been able to manage.
But Jet could, and did, running his thumb briefly over the slick head just to hear Li choke, eyes flickering briefly as he bit his lip and his expression crumpled into the same one that every man's did, no nobility here only shut-tight eyes and barely stifled moans.
He tightened his grip, moved his hand in a hard rhythm that pulled tiny, thick sounds from Li's throat. His own hands were rigid on Jet's shoulders, the two sharp points of his thumbs digging into his skin like he couldn't decide whether he should pull Jet in or shove him away, so he did neither. Li just sprawled under him, legs spreading wider as he started pushing into Jet's grip, sudden urgency in his movements. Hot wetness streaked Jet's hand, easing his quick, tight strokes and Li convulsed against him, coiled up and rigid.
Yeah, that was what he wanted to see. Li's hair was bristled with sweat, the dark cap of it damp when Jet ran his free hand behind his head, cupping the warm curve of it, fingers lingering on the bump at the base like he could read fortunes from it. He wanted to see Li's mouth open and slack, panting hotly as he slumped against the rough boards, wanted to see that sleek nobility dissolve under his hands. Li was strong enough and pretty enough but Jet wanted him a little dirtier, a little more normal. Welcome to the real world, his hands were saying, welcome to what's been done to us all.
When Li's eyes finally flickered open, blinking against the incomplete light of the hanging moon, Jet grinned at him, deliberately raising his hand to his mouth and licking through the wetness in his palm. Watched as Li's expression twisted between disgust and arousal but he didn't pull away when Jet ran a thumb over his lower lip and inside, letting him taste himself. He sucked instead, uncertainly, and oh, yeah, there was potential there, and it was pretty easy, really, to persuade him a little more, to coax him with hot kisses that promised dark, dirty things, to unbuckle his own pants and tug them down around his thighs, shifting up on his knees so that everything was right within reach.
Do you wanna? Jet didn't have to ask because Li did, parted those rosy, plush lips and let Jet slide inside, inch after slow inch. No farmer's son, this guy, no reluctant army brat, and Jet could feel his determination, the flex of his throat as he took the hot length even deeper and Jet made a tiny, helpless noise, his hands resting on the wall for balance as he rocked his hips, thrusting lightly into the slick, wonderful heat of Li's mouth.
He looked down, barely able to see himself sliding in and out between those reddened lips and that sight was almost enough to make him come right there. One of Li's strong hands with its too-neat nails was wrapped around the base of his cock, holding him steady as he followed the rhythm of Jet's shifting hips. Jet could feel the roughness of his tongue curved underneath the shaft, the light tickle as Li licked at the tip on the downstroke.
Too good, he was too fucking quick a learner, and it made Jet want to snarl, you were a virgin, I know you were, you bastard, but it was enough to push in a little deeper, to feel Li choke a little, his breath where his nose pressed lightly into Jet's belly was faintly panicked, stirring in the soft hairs there.
Jet closed his eyes, couldn't look one second longer at the startled eyes that flicked up to his own, at the hazed bewilderment in them. There was no protest, though, no pulling away, and the darkness around them seemed to shroud them, bare concealment from the murmurs of sleeping people spread around the topside, people who preferred the fresh air to the stifling ship's hold.
He came with a faint gasp, his hand tight and rude on the back of Li's head, holding him there for it and he felt the other boy choke just a little at the sudden shock of it against the back of his throat, held on until Li swallowed, the ripple of it like a tiny orgasm all on its own.
The ache in his knees from the hard boards beneath them was one that Jet would feel later, bone-deep and bruising but for now he only slid down, pressed his forehead to Li's as they both panted, pulling the cool night air into their lungs as they both tried to catch their breath. It was too dark to see clearly, even with the fullness of the moon hovering over the horizon but Jet could still see the swollenness of Li's mouth, the ruddy flush on his good cheek. He could smell himself on the other boy, musky and strong, smell Li's own sweat, his own come still drying on his belly and when he pressed his mouth to Li's, licked into that abused heat, he could taste the faint salt-bitterness inside.
Yeah, this was how Jet wanted him, to take the shine off this particular apple and bring him down to where they were. Wake him up to the reality of the situation. Maybe a soldier, maybe nobility but whatever, it didn't mean a fucking thing now. Now he was an outcast, like the rest of them. Welcome to the real world, pretty boy, Jet told him silently, and maybe, maybe, later he could welcome him into the freedom fighters because you had to be on the lowest rung before you realized it was time to fight your way up.
For right now, Jet only settled himself into Li's lap and kissed him harder, running his tongue over the even line of teeth and deeper inside where it was still bitter, dark. The first time was easy, yeah, the first time was always easy but the second time, well...for that Jet had something else in mind. If Li needed a lesson in reality, Jet was willing to be a teacher, to help him learn the true ache of freedom, and, really, outcasts should stick together.
It was better than being alone.
-finis-
