Fic: Oral Fixation: 1/1

[soc_puppet]

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Summary: It's not so much that Jet keeps sucking on grass; it's just that Zuko has to watch him do it.
Warning: This was a good idea at three in the morning; I think that's all that needs to be said.
Notes: Dec 16, 2018: With the series long over and the things that happened having happened, I feel I should note that this was written when we still assumed that Zuko was going to team up with the Gaang at or by the end of Season Two, with possible bonus hangers-on.
Fic: Oral Fixation

Up. Right. Left. Down. Right again.

Zuko twitched as he watched Jet chewing on that ever-present grass stem. Surely he hadn't made peace with the vigilante just to put up with this.

Up. Left. Right. Left again. Down. up.

Zuko gritted his teeth as Jet rolled the grass stem from one side of his mouth to the other in a wide arc; he stood abruptly. "Come with me."

Jet cocked an eyebrow at him. Zuko's frown deepened, so he shrugged and stood.

Zuko led him into a large-ish storage closet and shut the door. "I want you to stop chewing that damn piece of grass; it's annoying."

Jet smirked slowly, the grass stem sliding to the left corner of his mouth with the action. "Oh? And why should I do that? Prince Zuko," he added, almost as an afterthought. Jet loved using Zuko's title; he seemed to get some sort of thrill from the fact that the Fire Lord's son was on 'his' side. Zuko would have told him it was the other way around.

Zuko braced a hand on the wall by Jet's head and replaced the grass stem with his tongue. "Because," he said a moment later, "there are better things you can be doing with your mouth."

Upon reflection, Jet decided, perhaps Zuko was right about his grass chewing habit. But only sometimes.

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Sokka shut the door to the cabin, a weird look on his face. Katara and Aang looked up from where Katara was braiding Toph's hair. "What's up, Sokka?" Katara asked.

Sokka rubbed the back of his head and glanced towards the door. "You might wanna avoid the second floor storage closet for a while," he informed them. "I heard some weird noises coming from it, and I think someone might be trying to hide an animal in there or something."

Aang and Katara exchanged glances. Aang shrugged. "Okay, Sokka, we'll keep that in mind."

--Fin--

The original idea was actually for a short gag comic, in which Jet kissed Zuko without taking the grass stem out and Zuko ended up chewing on it instead. Unfortunately, I can't draw kissing for beans, so it mutated into this.

The second part came from the idea of Sokka accidentally walking in on Jet and Zuko when they were, uh, busy, and the mental scarration that would result. Decided to only brush over it, since I didn't think that it fit with the mood of the story, or that I could pull it off very well.

Also, I would like it very much if inspiration were to stop pouncing me in the wee hours of the morning. Or at least start pouncing me for Communications or something, and maybe leave JetLi alone for a few days.

x-posted to jetheartszuko

Edit: Now with an awesome companion fic ♥

Comments

[morgan-idril.livejournal.com]

Whoop! I like this a lot. Most amusing, to see Zuko and Jet in the closet. It would be Zuko to take gayness back into the closet. Heh

And I am so glad that the plunnies are pouncing you in the wee hours of the morning and not me. Grin. Much fun and thank you.

[soc_puppet]

XD That occured to me, actually. Unfortunately, it was about the only place I could think of to stick them, so in they went. *refrains from making 'flaming' comment*

Help me, I am addicted DD:

[morgan-idril.livejournal.com]

Sorry, have my own addictions that are clawing around my ankles I feel your pain.