Fire And Freedom (JetKo)

Couch Hogger

Just a short Modern Universe where Jet and Zuko are teenagers.
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"Dude, scoot over would you?" Zuko laughed, jumping over the back of the couch to land in between the small amount of space that was left between Jet and the back of the couch.

"If I scoot over then I'm gonna fall off the couch," Jet stated from his position on his back as he watched the TV in front of him, "why don't you just lay between my legs like you usually do?"

Jet looked over to Zuko then and smirked, chuckling when the other pouted childishly.

"Because I want you to stop being a couch hog." The words were teasing, and Jet had to suppress the snort that threatened to come out.

"So I'm couch hog eh?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow as an amused smirk found its way onto the tan skinned teen's lips.

"Well then, let's fix that."

Zuko squeaked when he felt Jet pick him up by the hips and, before he knew it, Jet had arranged him to where the younger was straddling the tan skinned male's waist.

"J-Jet," Zuko whined, blushing lightly as said male's hands stayed at his hips.

"Yes my prince?" Jet purred, his voice laced with something Zuko knew all to well.

"Move over, you're not gonna get any. Especially not on my uncle's couch. That's like, forbidden. Knowing Iroh if he caught us he'd take pictures and show them to our kids if we adopt."

All seriousness was broken, and Jet laughed as he pulled Zuko down into a hug.

"Who said I wanted any?" Jet shot back, and he snorted when Zuko gently swatted his side.

"Children or taboo things?" Zuko asked, becoming slightly hurt as his brain began to race with assumptions.

"Taboo things," Jet stated, smiling when Zuko visibly relaxed, "of course I'd want to have kids with you Zuko."

"Good, now move over couch hog." Zuko stated once again, sitting up and placing his hands on Jet's chest.

"Do I have to?" Jet whined playfully, a smile on his face as he looked up at Zuko and pouted.

"Yes," the pale skinned male stated, wiggling his way off of the other's lap before settling between the space near the backnof the coucb again, "now turn on your side to face me or something."

"Fine," Jet sighed, doing as told before draping an arm over his lover's side and pulling him close.

"You're still not getting any on my uncle's couch Jet."

"God damn it."