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Sokka walked down the streets of Ba Sing Se. He was strolling the upper ring, contemplating the tough time the gang was having in the city and the tough time he was having trying to keep them all focused on meeting with the Earth King.
As he turned a corner, a gathering crowd caught his eye.
A chill ran down his spine as he heard a familiar voice ring out, “You hear that? The Fire Nation is trying to silence me!”
It couldn’t be…
Sokka walked faster, pushing through the other onlookers. He would know Jet's voice anywhere. He spotted the silver gleam of hook blades as Jet swung them with a tenacity that was familiar to Sokka.
He couldn’t really see who Jet was facing off with, since the two were fighting back to back. Metal clanged against metal. When suddenly, an authoritative voice interrupted, “Drop your weapons.”
Shit, Sokka thought. The Dai Li had shown up. The gang hadn’t been in the city long, but Sokka wouldn’t wish the Dai Li on his worst enemy.
So, he reached back and flung boomerang. The whirling metal konked the two agents in the head and Sokka grabbed Jet’s hand and tugged him out of the crowd.
Sokka could hear the shouts of indignation as they zigzagged through the streets. Sokka’s hand pulling Jet through alleyways. He didn’t know where he was going, but the thump in his chest was the same as any other time he was fleeing from an enemy. He used his fight response when he hurled boomerang, and now his flight response was making his feet hit the pavement as fast as he could.
Sokka was suddenly tugged back into a dark alley and pushed against the wall. Jet stood in front of him, “I think we lost them.” Sokka, ever the realist, snorted in disbelief. Jet shook his head, his shaggy dark hair moving in the cool night breeze.
Wordlessly, his hand still in Sokka’s, he pulled the Watertribe boy to move along the shadows of the city. Sokka recognized that they had left the upper ring far behind them. They were cutting through the middle ring and heading toward the lower.
As they waited for a moment to cross the street, Sokka finally asked, “What in the Spirits were you fighting about?” Jet kept his eyes focused ahead, "Nothing." The Watertribe boy bit back a sarcastic comment, Sure, a sword duel in the middle of the night is nothing . But why would Jet tell him? They had a shoddy history at best. Sokka had only hurled boomerang in a moment of panic. So he kept his voice quiet, "You can tell me."
They were crouched in the shadows of the many crowded buildings. Jet looked back at Sokka and it was the first time the Freedom Fighter had lacked his haughty attitude, instead his features softening into a look of uncertainty. Sokka waited with baited breath until Jet said, "There's two refugees. I think they're firebenders."
Sokka tried to formulate a response. He thought, So what if they are firebenders? Don't they have a right to flee war too? But Sokka knew in Jet's mind, there was no such thing as an innocent firebender.
Before Sokka could say anything, Jet tugged him across the street and into an apartment. Sokka stood in the doorway as Jet dropped his hand and walked over to strike a flint together to light a lamp.
The apartment was small, maybe the size of the bathroom of the house they were staying at in the upper ring. Sokka felt guilty. Sure he had grown up in an igloo and most nights, they were sleeping in a tent or on the ground, but there were certain perks of traveling with the Avatar.
Sokka was distracted as he watched Jet unclip his shoulder pads and then his torso armor, hanging both of them up on the wall. Sokka bit his lip, it was the first time he had seen Jet unarmored. Jet sat on the floor and pulled his hook swords in his lap, “You can sleep here tonight, I can take you back to the gang tomorrow.”
Sokka hesitated, “That’s probably not the best idea.” Jet looked up and again, his expression was softer. Sokka rushed to clarify, “I just mean, we’re staying in the upper ring, where you had your little fight about nothing. It’s probably easier for you to hide out here.” Jet answered, “Probably so,” as he inspected his hook swords.
Some of the Jet Sokka was familiar with came out as he teased, “You can sit down you know.” Sokka pulled his weapons holsters off, setting them on the ground as he sat across from Jet. Sokka watched as his long fingers took a rag and massaged oil into the tiger blades.
The blades were fitting for Jet. He was a tiger, a predator. When he spotted his prey, he would go in for the kill, not giving it a second thought.
Sokka curled his knees into himself and hugged them to his chest. Jet looked up at the movement, “Hey, thanks for saving my ass back there. I got in a bit over my head.” Sokka couldn’t help but answer, “Don’t you always?” Jet gave a small snicker to that, but his warm eyes looked up earnestly at Sokka, “ I mean it though. I know you have your hands full with Aang and Katara as it is.”
This was the first time Jet had ever acknowledged Sokka as any type of leader. Sokka wondered what he was getting at, so he treaded carefully, “It’s no big deal.” Jet went back to focusing on his blades, “I’m sure it’s a lot, looking after them and then you have to save my ass too.”
Jet stood and hung his swords with reverent care. Then he plunked himself back on the floor, shaking off his boots and tossing off his tunic. Sokka took in his lean muscles as he stretched to switch off the lamp. Jet laid on the floor and glanced at Sokka, “You can take the bed.”
Sokka stood, placing his boots and tunic unobtrusively in the corner. He pulled out the tie holding his hair up and felt relaxed as his hair fell down around his face. He laid on the mattress that was on the floor, his mind thinking over what Jet had said, because it was the truth. The whole reason he had gone out for a walk tonight was that sometimes he just got tired. Keeping Aang focused on mastering his bending was difficult enough, adding Toph to the group had made things more chaotic. Katara was generally a help, but she could get sidetracked too.
Sometimes Sokka just got tired and wanted a break. So he had taken tonight to walk around and enjoy being in a big city. Albeit, the leadership of the city was fucking nuts, but the city itself intrigued him. Sokka thought about Jet, how effortlessly he led the Freedom Fighters, how they never questioned him. Sokka glanced over, the moon letting in enough light that he could see Jet was still awake.
Sokka picked at the mattress and asked, “How do you handle it? The pressure?” Jet rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow to face Sokka, “I remind myself why I fight every day.” Sokka clarified, “ But leading- you had a big group of Freedom Fighters, they all looked up to you. They did what you said without hesitation. They trusted you.”
The silver moonlight reflected in Jet’s eyes as he chewed at his lip, probably seeking a piece of wheat that wasn’t there, “I took care of them Sokka. It’s what they needed.” Sokka furrowed his brow and thought about Jet’s words. His thoughts were interrupted as Jet’s calloused fingers caressed his hand, “Let me take care of you tonight Sokka. You deserve a reward for helping me out. Let yourself relax, just for tonight.”
Sokka didn’t fully know what Jet meant, but the other boy looked so earnest, so unlike the Jet Sokka thought he knew; it was disarming.
The Watertribe boy nodded. Jet gave him a small crooked smile, “Lay on your stomach.” Sokka rolled over and watched as Jet stood and got a small bottle. The Freedom Fighter sat on the edge of the mattress, dripped some oil onto his hands and pressed his fingers into Sokka’s back.
As Jet massaged his shoulders, Sokka gave a undignified moan. Jet chuckled, “Feel good?” Sokka breathed out, “Yeah.” Jet kept applying firm pressure, as he massaged Sokka’s back with the same care he had earlier given to his swords. Jet’s voice was quiet as he said, “It’s okay to let other people take care of you Sokka. You deserve to reward yourself.”
They sat in silence for a bit longer, Jet’s hands started getting lazier and went from caressing instead of massaging. Sokka rolled on his back, trying to give Jet an out. Except when he looked up at the other boy’s face, his gaze was so intense it took the breath right out of Sokka.
It happened quickly, but Sokka noticed Jet glance down at his lips and then down his chest. It was then, under that gaze that Sokka realized he was getting hard. It had been so long since anyone had touched him or looked at him like that. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this- safe and taken care of. Sokka was never too impulsive, but this new Jet was much better than the asshole he had first met.
So Sokka mustered his courage, looked up at the other boy evenly and breathily asked, “I deserve a reward right? For being good and helping you?” Jet’s hand was resting on Sokka’s hip. It hadn't strayed, even as Sokka’s arousal became evident. Sokka kept his gaze on Jet, “You’ll take care of me won’t you?”
In a flash, Jet was on top of Sokka, his forehead resting against the other boy’s, he answered quietly, “I’ve got you Sokka.” The Watertribe boy couldn’t help but groan as Jet claimed his mouth. Sokka had never been kissed like this, as if someone was trying to consume him. Jet’s fingers snared into Sokka’s hair and their hips met, seeking friction. Sokka was being loud, mewling and whining, but he didn’t care. Jet had promised to take care of him.
Jet pulled away from their kiss, sitting back on his haunches. His fingers slipped into Sokka’s waist band. He pulled at them and asked, “Can I take these?”
Sokka wordlessly nodded. They were quickly pulled down and Sokka’s hard cock laid heavy against his torso. He could feel it pulse as Jet looked at him with that same burning intensity in his eyes. Sokka’s hand instinctively reached and wrapped around himself. He had done it so many times, taken care of himself, that it came as second nature to him.
Jet growled at the sight and firmly put Sokka’s wrist back at his side. Jet’s warm hand wrapped around Sokka, “I told you, I’ve got you.” Sokka whined as Jet smeared his precum into the tip of his cock. It felt so good, but Sokka missed Jet taking up his space. He tried to beg, “More.”
Jet stroked steadily, “More what, Sokka?” That was the question, wasn’t it? Sokka didn’t know how to articulate what it was he needed. He articulately choked out, “You.”
Jet laid down on the mattress, pulling Sokka in close to him. One arm wrapped around the smaller boy’s chest and the other hand still firmly stroking. Jet spoke in Sokka’s ear, “You’ve got me, Sokka. You’ve got me.” Sokka felt like crying. In Jet’s arms he felt like he could just let go.
Both of Sokka’s hands came up latching on to Jet’s forearm that was around his chest. Sokka moved his hips in time with Jet’s firm stokes and was rewarded with feeling Jet’s clothed hardness rubbing into his ass.
Spirits.
To know that Jet was as affected as Sokka was... Sokka didn’t have too much ability to think, but it was something.
Sokka’s head lolled back, leaning against Jet’s shoulder. Jet pressed a kiss to his cheek, “It’s okay, Sokka. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
They were so different. Where as Jet was steady, keeping himself in check, Sokka was completely taken by his arousal, completely drowning in it. Jet’s forehead was pressed into Sokka’s cheek as he husked, “Fuck, you’re so good, Sokka. You’re so perfect just like this. This is what you needed. You just needed me to take care of you.”
And it was the truth.
Jet started pumping faster, his dick rubbing more enticingly against Sokka’s ass. Sokka bit his lip, trying, but failing to keep some control over his cries.
Jet chanted, “Oh, I’ve got you Sokka. You’ve been so good. You’re so good Sokka. You deserve this. You deserve to be rewarded and treasured. I’ve got you sweetheart, show me how good I’m making you feel.”
Sokka felt himself tip over the edge at that, his body going taught in Jet’s hands, his cum spurting onto his stomach.
Jet continued to hold him close, stroking his hair as he came down. Sokka turned, curling into Jet, clutching onto him. He tried to reach down to take care of Jet, but the Freedom Fighter pulled his hands up and kissed them. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got you Sokka.”